#it makes me laugh every time i think about the fact that hes 7' tall

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❦ Deja Vu ❦ Jeon Jungkook

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SUMMARY: your childhood best friend is all grown up.

WARNINGS: stalker!Koo, unprotected sex (pls don’t), he nuts inside her, kinda toxic relationship between oc and Daniel (her ex), hickies, back scratches, skin marking, oral sex (f. Receiving) idk? I think that’s it?

WC: 3.2K

Really rushed because I’m half asleep lol also not edited.

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Sipping on your drink in a musty club was not what you imagined to happen right after your last college exam ever. But Hyuna is a very convincing individual, and that is how you ended up in said club, tipsy and laughing with your best friend, wearing your skimpiest little black dress.

It was too hot in the club, your makeup felt like it was melting away even though it remind looking perfect and fresh, Hyuna was drunk, and you were tipsy, you needed to pee so badly but, it was all perfect. It was exactly how every weekend used to go back in your first year of college.

There was many men and women that were hot, but for some reason, through all these college years, no one ever piked your interested. No one but Daniel, back in second year of college, it’s a sticky situation. You wouldn’t call it love, but, it’s been so long and the fact you defied your parents for him, it’d be shameful to breakup with him now.

“And so, we broke up” Hyuna finishes, shaking her hand in a funny way. Hyuna was too cute for her own good.

“I know babe, I was there.”

“Alreast we ended on good terms” she pouts slightly while you nod in agreement.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, releasing the heaviness in the pit of your stomach. God you hated holding your pee in. Washing your hands and drying them, you rip a bit of tissue, tapping away the slight sweat by your hairline, and adjusting your bangs. You give yourself a once over, before returning to Hyuna.

“Yeah she’s about medium height, listens more than talks when tipsy, eh has huge eyes..” as you near Hyuna you over hear some tall guy in a black button up explain someone to her.

“Mmm that must be my bestie Y/N, she went to empty her weak bladder love” she says sipping on her drink.

“I heard my name-“ you gasp, heart immediately quickening at the familiar doe eyes staring back at you.

“Jungkook?” You ask in disbelief.

He smirks, “long time no see huh?”

You almost do a double take as Hyuna excuses herself, winking at you swiftly.

What has happened to him? Why is he so tall, and hot? So fucking handsome out of nowhere. You remember him as a shy 18 year old, heading off for college with big doe eyes and short spikey hair. This, this is not the same Jungkook that’s left you behind. Sure he’s older by two years, but goddamn. Time did him good.

“Yeah I mean 7 years is a lot of time but wow,” you scoff in amusement, “time did you good Jungkook.”

“I can tell you the same thing,” he eyes you up and down, “you became a woman. Wow. A smart one at that, masters degree in law? I’m proud of you.”

Sitting down at the stools by the bar you smile softly, “thank you.”

“So catch me up, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you? Are dating? How are you parents”.

Chuckling you make a mental note of the fact he no longer is the shy boy you know, he’s straight forward and to the point, no beating around the bush anymore, “I’m doing good, and yes I’m seeing someone. And my parents, they’re not talking to me.”

His brows pull into a frown, eyes glancing at you as yours land on his large hand wrapped around the shot glass, “seeing someone? Dating or trying it out?”.

“Dating, for awhile now actually.”

He nods, swallowing the drink in one swing, “and your parents? Why aren’t they talking to you hm? Do i need to talk to them?”.

“You’re still in contact with them? And no you don’t need to. They don’t approve of Daniel. They think he isn’t good for me, we had an argument, and they never called me again. To cut it short for you.”

He hums.

You take a minute take a really good long look at him. He’s dressed in all black, hair dark and eyes still doe but yet so alluring and seductive. Lips still the same just a lot more blushed and juicy, mature in a sense. Jaw sharp and skin glistening. His right hand sharing hints of tattoos and you smirk at that.

“What are you doing here by the way? If you don’t mind me asking.” You ask, sipping on the drink the bartender just slipped to you.

“I moved back, got my own apartment. Thought it made more sense to move here since the main company is situated here.” He says, eyes so attentive to you, you could swear you were spiking a fever just by the way you’re blushing.

“Mhm what company do you work for?” You ask, trying to mindlessly keep the conversation going.

“R.A.M & Co” he answers smoothly.

“Ooh I heard about them, apparently very successful.”

“You could say that” he smirks once again.

Your phone buzzes and you apologise. Answering swiftly, Daniels voice rings on the other end, asking you to come home and sighing you agree.

“I’m going to head out now Kook, take care of yourself hm?” You nod goodbye to him.

“Get home safely” he smiled back at you.

Walking home wasn’t necessarily alarming, or scary for you. You’ve know this big town for awhile, walked the streets thousands of times. Throwing your head back and exhaling, you think about Jungkook and how much he’s grown to be a man. The cold night drawing as cloud of fog to escape your lips.

Jungkook became a man whose begging to be worshipped. You’ve never been a disloyal person, but it’s not like your current relationship actually has any love there. You know Daniel sees other women on a regular, you just choose to ignore it. You’ve made a mess between yourself and your family, it would be embarrassing to break up now.

Scanning the streets, your eyes mimics the street lights and the many neon signs embracing the vast city. But somewhere in the back of your mind, actually no, right in the middle of your mind, you see yourself with Jungkook. Hands wrapped in his black hair, lips on his and bodies heating up with the activities you partake in, and for the first time in awhile you feel the buzz of some form of a good feeling. Perhaps, lust?

Huffing to yourself, you pull your dress down your ass. How could you imagine such vulgar things with a man who used to be your best friend? But good god, how could you not? The man is literally sex on legs, fuck he drove you crazy and it took him just a mere half an hour to talk with you. You wonder just how many girls begged to have him just for one night.

Lazily pulling out the keys to your apartment, you sigh, knowing Daniel is inside of it, about to scold you for going out and living your life once again. You should have never gave him a key to your place. That was your first big mistake.

Stepping into the house, you slip your shoes of, hanging your bag on the coating rack and strolling into the living room. Where of course, he’s sat on the couch, head in his hands that were supported on his knees. By all means, Daniel wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was hot, abs for days deep black eyes with a buzz cut.

“We need to talk” he mutters.

“Daniel if you’re going to scold me for going out again save I-“

“I’m breaking up with you.” He says, getting up of the couch and staring across the room at you.

Your hands stop pulling the grapes of the branches, your stomach pausing in the middle of your inhale. What? The edge of the kitchen island dug into your belly uncomfortably. All of a sudden?.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me Y/N, i can’t keep being with someone who has no respect or love for me.” He continues.

You Scoff, smirking in anger as your jaw slacks, your hand slaps against the marble and your rock back and forth on your heels, “oh save the crap. I’ve stayed with your two years Daniel, despite the fact you’ve been fucking all the girls behind my back, and I’m the one that doesn’t have respect for you? Oh go fuck yourself honestly.”

He pales slightly, his figure stiffening at your angry form, “leave my house Daniel.”

He does as you ask, not muttering a single word as your eyes begin to swell with tears once the door of your apartment shuts. You couldn’t believe you wasted all this time on someone whose so fucking useless and disrespectful. But that’s what you get for being naive, for not putting yourself first.

On the counter, your phone buzzes. An unknown number pops up and you think for a second if you should answer, after a second you press the green circle and put the phone to your ear.

“Did you get home safely?” You recognise that smooth voice, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you replied “how did you get my number.”

“Hyuna” he mutters lowly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” he chuckles, “are you?”

The beat of silence gets loud, pounding between your phone lines as you inhale sharply, “he broke up with me.”

He laughs lowly, “mhm good. You didn’t love him anyway, and correct me if im wrong, but don’t you deserve better?”.

“What are you getting at Jungkook?”

The line on his side goes quiet and for a minute you think he hung up on you, “you really think I don’t know who he is? Baby, I know everything about him. He’s nothing but a fake. He’s merely a man of his words.”

Furrowing your brows you sigh, “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“I could make you feel things he’d never be capable of.”

“Jungkook-“

“Would you let me in if I knocked on your door right now?”

Stilling, your frown deepens in confusion, “what?”.

A knock echoes through your apartment, and your lips part. How the fuck does he know your address?

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?”

“Answer the door baby, I’ll explain everything.”

Your heart rate is probably through the roof, but you cannot decipher if that’s the result of Jungkook’s impeccable stalking abilities, or because he makes you want to give him your body right that second. Despite that, you open the door and there he was, in all his glory, black leather jacket now engulfing his body.

You let him in, following behind him as he looks around. His eyes find yours within seconds, and god did they look anything but innocent this moment.

He stalks towards you, cornering you into the wall, arm above your head as he leans down to be eye level with you. At this second, he could murder you, maybe even kidnap you, but something inside you would let him do both of the things. He looks like he’s famished, ready to devour whatever meal you give him and god do you want to give him the best meal of his life. His dark eyes, pierced through yours as they watched the metal ring around his lip. Why is he so damn fucking attractive right now?

His single look, makes you feel everything you haven’t in your two year relationship. You feel high, ecstatic as if you’re in cloud nine right now. As if nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt you or touch you but him. And you’re so fucking good with that, actually, you’re in love with that.

He was too good to be true, his whole demeanour possessive, manly and dominant. The siren eyes, the smirking lips and confident body language was driving you insane and if humanly possible, you’d orgasm right there and then.

The tension in the room was strong. Thick like a million bands carefully weaved together to create a sheath of nothing but sheer lust, and sex crazed energy. It could raise the roof if it was physical, whining like a whistle of a boiling kettle, threatening to blow the windows around you within a millisecond. Even the air around you was hot heavy and so dangerous. One word could break it or make it and the longer you stared at each other, the tighter the band tied. Threatening to snap at any given moment.

“Take me,” you whisper, “Jungkook.”

His smirk deepens, eyes becoming even darker than before and you knew, you knew this was going to be the best time of your life. Like the flash of thunder, Jungkooks lips latched onto yours. Sucking on them like a hungry man, tongue poking through to wander around your mouth, fighting tugging massaging your own as you moaned into the heated kiss.

“Bedroom, first door on the right.” You muttered hurriedly, peeling the black leather jacket of him and tossing it somewhere there in the living room.

Untying the laces of your dress, he smirks, “oh yeah?”.

“Fuck Jungkook don’t be a tease right now” you whined.

Chuckling he follows you into the room, discarding your clothes haphazardly everywhere around your house, cluttering your floors with a mix of yours and his clothes. You stand before him in a red lace bra and underwear, and scoffs in amuse.

“He was missing out on all this?” He shakes his head tsking.

You stood before him, skin caramel and glistening even in the dark, the only source of light being the glowing moon seeping into your windows, painting you in a blue light. God you were beautiful, your skin soft and smooth. You were a wonderful woman and he was in disbelief that your ex didn’t worship you the way you should be. He’s never expected to find you to be this grown. Breasts spilling out of your bra, ass round a plump and he could smell the femininity of you. The smell of woman and maturity and he loved it.

With no time to waste, he ripped the materials of your body. Lips immediately finding place in your skin, kissing, biting licking. You squirmed underneath him, begging to feel him in you already, but he was a patient man, and he knew he had to give you a bit of time.

Finger rubbing up and down your seeping slit, he groans. Fuck your were so wet, it was trickling down your ass you could feel it. His finger prodded your entrance, slipping in slowly mouth finally finding place in your clit and you gasped, moaning softly as his finger hooked inside you, thrusting carefully and gently inside you. Maddening you every second that goes by and he knew, he loved it.

His lips suctioned on your clit, tip of his tongue flicking up and down, stimulating your mind to a whole different dimension. Your body electrified, buzzing with a certain high you haven’t felt for what felt like ancient time. Your flesh felt like it was crawling with a million ants, tingling, tickling you all the way from your toes to your head, sweat began formulating on your skin, turning to a light blush pink hue, your fingers itching to tangle in his hair, feeling the silk locks falling through your fingers.

The pit of your stomach felt like it had a rock inside it, begging to be relieved, lifted out. Your legs closing in around his head as he moaned onto your pussy, your moans pitching to a melody he hasn’t heard ever be this beautiful. His finger rubbing up into your flesh, curling, thrusting, triggering your pussy to flutter. Your arousal coating his chin, his hand, your legs and anything close enough to it. Your stomach falling and rising with your quickened breaths, your ribs flaring as your back arched, walls clenching around his finger, and with a final suck of his lips, you cummed around his finger, whining as you smacked your lips together to poke your tongue out, moisturising the dry flesh.

“You good?” He asks, coming back up your body like a snake weaving around you.

You hummed a yes, nimble fingers trailing from his broad shoulders to neck and finally at the base of his head, urging him to close the distance between your lips. He tasted of you, with a hint of mint.

“I need you, now”

He smirked, blinking lazily as he reached behind him, successfully pulling his boxers off himself. His dick was hard, you could feel it between your folds, rubbing up and down to coat itself in your essence. Looking right into his eyes, he held your stare, pushing the tip of his cock inside, slowly, filling you up. Your walls stretched with a sting, nothing too painful, at least not to a point you didn’t enjoy it.

You could feel him in the base of your stomach, both of you gasping right as he bottomed out. Your head lifting of the pillow minimally, left hand still wrapped into the base of his locks. He gave you a few minutes to adjust, before dragging himself out, barely living the tip in, before thrusting back in. Your moans bounced of the walls, hanging in the air ghostly. Skin on skin, heat rushing between both you as his pace picked up, his head in buried in the crook of your neck, where occasionally, his lips would suck with the intent to leave a mark behind.

The electricity between you felt like it was almost igniting bigger sparks every time your skin would rub of each other.

With his cock dragging in and out of you rhythmically, your eyes shut. Back arching into hot and sweaty body, head tilting back into the pillow, throat so attractive to Jungkook eyes he couldn’t help himself but to suck another pretty purple bruise right there. With your hands trailing down his back and landing on his ass, he chuckles softly, feeling the way you begin to clench around him again, sucking him in tighter, and he lets out a strangled groan right into your ear, prompting you to whine just as beautifully.

But as the coil in your stomach begins to warn, your moans pick up in volume. Nails dragging around his back, surely marking him just as his tight grip is on your hip. Leaving finger prints right there and you loved it. Before you knew it, the knot snaps inside you, ripping a loud moan out of you, before it got stuck in your throat, and all that Jungkook could do was chase his high, staring at your face, watching as your features pulled into ecstasy, and it was enough to send Jungkook soaring, filling you up with his warm cum.

You stayed wrapped around each other for another minute, before he dropped on the other side of the bed beside you. Smiling crazily to himself almost not believing he just nutted into the woman he’s loved since he was a 14 year old shy boy damn.

Looking at each other almost instinctively, both of you burst into laughter. Before the rapid knocking of your door sends you into dressing yourselves in a hurried rush. Jungkook followed behind you slowly, watching as you opened the door, gasping.

“Mom?”

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A/N: no stop I actually don’t know how to end anything I write lmfao.

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REWRITE MY STORIES IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!!

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Part 8 - Christmas Delivery

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Part 7 -- Part 9

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra)

Summary: Surviving your parents' dull Christmas party has become a fun little tradition for you, your brother Peter and his best friend. This year, your brother won't make it back in time, but Marshall can keep you company.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!, p-in-v sex (technically safe, not necessarily very smart, but there's some convo about it, at least), size kink (minor), oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption. And some angst. I'm sorry about that.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Not a lot to say about this other than; sorry it's so goddamn late, but enjoy some belated Christmas angst, I guess?

@peaches1958 there ya go, love!

“Christmas delivery!” The door to your room swung open and a tall, bearded young man stepped inside. You stuffed the book you’d been reading underneath the pillow, but not quickly enough for it to escape his attention. A sliver of mischief crossed his face. He put the bottle he was holding on the dresser by the door and dove for the book, trapping you beneath his body in the process. You didn’t stand a chance against him; he was far bigger than you and much - much - stronger. With the book in his one hand and a triumphant grin on his face, he rolled to the side so that he was next to you. 

“You’re reading this?” He laughed so hard when he saw the romance novel that you were afraid he’d suffocate. “Lex, you?” Another fit of laughter. Just when you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any hotter without melting your skin, he actually opened it to a page you’d been stupid enough to dog-ear. 

“God, it’s filth,” he chuckled as he threw the book across the room. 

“Walter Marshall!” You exclaimed while you shot up from the bed to retrieve your book. “If you came here just to throw my books around, I suggest you get out.” The bottle on the dresser beckoned you from its resting place. It was Baileys, something your parents always had at their annual Christmas party, that none of their guests actually drank. You, Walter and Peter (your older brother) had found out years ago - before it was strictly legal, for you, anyway - that it was the safest and easiest bottle to steal. 

“Why would you need that stuff, Lexi,” Marshall said as he sat up on your bed. You joined him, bottle in hand, and pushed against his shoulder. It was strange, now that it was just the two of you, but Peter wouldn’t make it back from uni until tomorrow afternoon.

“Because, Walter,” he winced, you chuckled - you knew he hated it when you used his first name; he loathed the name, and you loved exploiting that little fact. “If I want to ever have any kind of orgasm in this life, I’m going to have to make it happen myself.”

“You have that boyfriend, right? Ian? Mark? Shane? I lost count, I’m sorry - oof!” He groaned when you punched him in his abs. Your aim had never been perfect, and your fist landed a bit closer to his groin than you had intended. 

“Dean,” you replied - and for the record, there was never a Mark. “He dumped me for Laetitia, I think. I don’t really give a fuck. Besides, it’s not as if he was any help in the aforementioned department.”

“So, find another guy?” The laconicism of his recommendation hurt a bit; growing up, Marshall had always been like a brother to you, but you’d never forget the summer you turned sixteen. It was over three years ago, but you remembered it as if it was yesterday. 

“Alex, get over here!” Your brother had never had much patience. Especially not when barbecue - or meat in general - was involved, but your mom absolutely refused to feed anyone before every last soul was present at the table. You climbed out of the pool and made your way over to the tent, where the rest of your family was sitting. The Marshalls had joined you - not that they had to go far; they were your neighbors, anyway. Walter and Peter were putting the last plates down when you got there. Neither of them had bothered to put any more clothes on than they’d been wearing before, when you’d all been swimming. For some reason, you hadn’t noticed then, but now it hit you like a truck: Walter Marshall was hot… Distracted by the faint lines on his abs and confused by how not-gross the hair on his chest was all of a sudden - because you could have sworn you had found it absolutely disgusting literally yesterday - you didn’t watch your chair when you sat down. It wasn’t unfolded properly, and it decided to collapse when you dropped yourself into it. 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed - and were met with two “language!”-s from both your and Walter’s mom. 

“Are you alright, Lexi?” Two blue eyes appeared before you and strong arms grabbed you and pulled you off the ground. 

“Don’t call me Lexi,” you huffed as you prepared for him to let go - though you wouldn’t mind having his arms wrapped around you a little longer. 

“She’s okay, everyone,” he laughed before turning back to you: “And, eh… No dice… Lexi.”

“Lexi?” The bottle of Baileys appeared in front of your eyes. You gladly took it from the strong hand that held it there, as the memory of that camping trip faded to the background again. 

“No luck with other guys, either, so far,” you said without thinking. As soon as you realized what you’d said, you began hoping furiously that Walter hadn’t noticed, but of course mister detective always had to catch on to absolutely fucking everything. 

“Hold on,” he said in disbelief, “no guy has ever…” His voice trailed off and you shook your head in response. Marshall seemed at a loss for words. The both of you drank in silence for a while, as was originally the custom; neither of you spoke much, you mostly just enjoyed each other’s company. Your brother - believe it or not - was the talkative one out of the three of you. And he wasn’t here, therefore it took the two of you three quarters of that bottle to continue your conversation. A conversation you probably shouldn’t have been having in the first place. He was your brother’s best friend, for crying out loud.

“Jesus, Lexi, that doesn’t sound like good sex to me,” he muttered - quite hurriedly, as if he was ashamed of what he said. You shrugged. He was right, it hadn’t been good, but Walter didn’t need to know that. One of Marshall’s strong arms snaked around your body and pulled you into his side. His body was like a goddamn wall: solid and absolutely massive. You rested your head against his shoulder and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Lex,” he whispered, “you deserve better.” Oh, God, the alcohol. Your first year at college had proven that you could and should not be trusted around the stuff, and you cursed yourself, because you knew this. You’d just thought you could trust yourself around Marshall, him being one of your best friends and all - and your brother's best friend - but your brain watched from the sidelines as your mouth betrayed you.

“Well, I don’t see it happening, unless you volunteer.” 

Option one; A “Good one, Lexi!” and a playful tickle at your waist. Two; A “Jesus, Lexi, get off me!” and a firm push against your shoulder. Three; A “Fuck’s sake, Lexi, why would I want to screw you?!” followed by a thundering laugh. Four… You didn’t have time to think of a fourth scenario, but even if you would have, this would not have been what you’d have come up with. Marshall’s hand cupped your face and he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you. Walter Marshall was kissing you. Right now. He was, he really was. Your brain short-circuited in the most profound “no thoughts, head empty” kind of way. Thank God for the tiny little voice that, after a few long moments, finally had the gall to tell you: Do something or he will think you’re not into this and he will stop. You broke the kiss and slammed the bottle you were still holding down on your nightstand before returning your attention to Marshall’s lips. You could taste the whiskey on them, and the soft, sweet taste of chocolate… The taste combined so well with the scent of his cologne that you thought you’d go insane. Your hands slid up his sides and over his chest before settling in his dark curls and you moaned into his mouth. He replied with a chuckle. 

“What?” You whispered when his mouth left yours and his head dipped into your neck. 

“Just glad you’re having fun,” he murmured against your skin. The coarse hair of his beard tickled, which meant it was your turn to chuckle, but the sound got stuck in your throat and was replaced by a soft whimper when his lips touched your neck. You leaned to the side and pulled him along with you, until you were lying on the bed in a half-on-top-half-next-to-each other pile of bodies. Every single time his lips came into contact with your skin - be it your neck, your mouth, your collarbone or that cheeky nip at the part of your breast that your blouse left exposed - you whined. More, your body screamed, more, more, more! You felt it everywhere; in your cheeks, that radiated heat and must have been glowing red for him to see, in your throat, that let out or choked back whines, moans and the occasional ‘fuck’, your chest, where your heart pounded and your breath hitched, and the pit of your stomach. If these were the proverbial butterflies, you never wanted him to leave, ever again. It was as if you’d never been kissed before. The feeling of a palm brushing your chest heightened another feeling; the increasing ache between your legs that you only now realized was so unfamiliar to you in a context involving another person. A small part of you wanted to push him off, berate him for invading your most private and intimate of emotions, but a much, much bigger part of you swore to God and anyone who would listen that if this man ever let go of you, you’d explode. Marshall was unceremonious when it came to your clothes; he opened two buttons of your blouse before just pulling it over your head, and he hardly bothered to look at your bra before it flew across the room. His own sweater followed suit in a matter of seconds. God, you thought as he towered over you in that moment, half naked and tall and all those other things you couldn’t quite articulate but you knew he was, nonetheless, how much hairier can a man get in three years time? Seeing him like this drove you insane, and you secretly wondered what had been wrong with fifteen year old you that she hadn’t found him attractive, then. Walter Marshall was no romantic, but he always knew what needed doing, and got it done. His hands and mouth explored your naked skin, allowing you to do the same. You ran your fingers through the dark, coarse curls on his chest, and along the muscles of his back, digging your nails into his shoulder when he softly bit your nipple. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed in surprise at the unfamiliar feeling, earning you another chuckle. 

“Did I hurt you?” He then asked earnestly, and you responded by shaking your head. 

“Just startled me,” you laughed nervously. The next nip was less startling and the slight sting was smoothed over by a swirl of his tongue. You couldn’t keep your body still underneath his as his mouth, assisted by his hands, explored your chest - and soon your stomach, lower and lower until he arrived at the waistband of your skirt. Not that the fabric of it was still in place; it was mostly bunched up around your hips at this point. The skirt suffered a fate much like that of your bra and blouse, and now the only thing separating your aching pussy from Marshall’s face was the thin cotton fabric of your panties. Startled by the sudden realization that your childhood crush had his face between your thighs, you snapped your legs together, forgetting that his face would be caught in between. 

“Alright,” he laughed as he got up on his knees and leaned over to give you a kiss on your forehead, “can we make a deal? If you don’t want me to do something, tell me. I promise I’ll stop. Just… There really is no need to kick me in the head or whatever that was.” You couldn’t help but laugh, too, but the inclination disappeared as fast as it had arisen when he bent over even further to whisper something in your ear. 

“I’m begging you, though, let me get back down there because you smell fantastic.” As if those words were your own personal remix of ‘open sesame’, your legs fell to the side and Marshall eagerly made his way back down, pressing a few wet kisses on you along the way. One moment you were wearing underwear, the next it was gone and you were completely naked. Marshall threw you the blanket that was at the foot of the bed and winked at you while he settled between your legs, and you gratefully spread it out over your upper body. Marshall shook his head while he laughed. You were always cold, and this was so completely in-character for you that he couldn’t help but find the whole thing very amusing. It wasn’t long, though, before he composed himself and focused his attention on the task at hand. You could tell from the look on his face that he was deciding whether or not to drag this out. Luckily, he decided against it. With one hand on the back of each thigh, and using his thumbs to spread your swollen lips, he dragged his tongue through your wet folds before settling at your clit, working the small pearl with a strong, dependable rhythm that had you squirming within seconds. He could tell you wouldn’t last long, which egged him on even more. Not because it would save him a cramped jaw, but because there was nothing in the entire world that he wanted more than to be responsible for your pleasure. Every single move of his tongue wound you tighter and tighter until you felt you were going to explode. Your fingers tangled with his hair, pulling his face closer to your body, hips writhing against his mouth, begging for more until you finally toppled over the edge. You had to cover your face with your pillow to keep your screams from being heard throughout the house. As the intense feeling of bliss slowly subsided, you became more and more aware of the trail of kisses that Marshall left on your torso as he made his way back up, lingering in your neck for a moment before kissing your mouth again. Your first instinct was to push him off - he’d just been down there and now he was kissing you? Ew! - but you soon found out that tasting yourself on his lips was arousing more than anything. Without thought, your hands moved to open the button of his jeans, and you were surprised when he stopped you. 

“Lexi, are you sure?” He breathed into your mouth. There was genuine concern in his voice, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. 

“Shut up, Marshall, I want you,” you hissed into his ear, and from the pained half-grunt-half-whine he let out, you deduced that he wanted the same. Your fingers continued to work the button and zipper of his jeans, this time with his help. When you brushed past the bulge in his underwear, your eyes opened wide and you gasped. There is no way in hell, you thought involuntarily as panic set in. 

“Is it too late to change my mind?” There was no way he couldn’t hear the way your voice trembled. 

“Never,” he said earnestly, “you can always change your mind. What are you worried about?” You looked at him in disbelief - was he really asking that question? Walter Marshall you arrogant cunt, you thought. He had to know he was massive, right? 

“You’re kidding, right?” A sardonic chuckle spilled from your throat as you thought about the ridiculousness of that question. “There’s no way that’ll ever…” Your voice trailed off without finishing that sentence - not that you needed to; Walter’s face had already warped into a needlessly cocky smile.

“Do you trust me?” You replied with a nod. “Will you tell me if I hurt you?” Another nod. “And can you try to relax?” This time, you whispered a very soft ‘yes’. “Do you have a condom?” He asked while eyeing your nightstand. 

“Do we need one?” You moaned against his neck. 

“Lexi!” He looked at you in disbelief, one eyebrow raised and with an open mouth. 

“I’m clean and on birth control,” you said matter-of-factly, the look on your face phrasing the accompanying question: Are you? He answered your unspoken question with a simple nod while he weighed the pros and cons in his head. Your hand moved between your two bodies and - again with his help - pulled his underwear down. Feeling it had in no way prepared you for seeing it; you swallowed hard and tried to get a grip on your lower lip, which trembled uncontrollably. 

“I said something about trying to relax, and I meant it, Lexi,” he chuckled before pressing his lips to your neck. Despite his reminder, your entire body tensed up as you felt the head of his cock press gently at your entrance. God this is going to hurt so bad, you thought and you scrunched up your face, awaiting the pain. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, love,” he whispered as if he could read your mind, “trust me, tell me if I accidentally do hurt you, and chill.” You took a deep breath and focused on breathing calmly while he began slowly inching his way inside of you, keeping careful watch on your face for any signs of discomfort. Sighs and moans escaped from your throat as he sank deeper and deeper into your drenched core. He was right; it didn’t hurt. That’s a first, you thought - at least; you thought you thought it. 

“First? Lex, tell me I didn’t just…” Fuck, you’d actually said that out loud.

“No, no,” you interrupted him with a chuckle, “it’s just the first time it doesn’t hurt…” 

Marshall gawked at you for a moment before a smile appeared on his face. “I’m glad I’m not hurting you,” he whispered before he kissed you while pushing all the way into you. You answered the kiss hungrily, frantically sliding your tongue along his lips, begging for entrance. He was more than happy to oblige, parting his lips so your tongue could slip between them and circle his. The feeling of his mouth on yours was overwhelming on its own, but combined with the incredibly full feeling of his thick cock deep inside you, it was almost too much. You rocked your hips, trying to get him to move, to give you more than just this, looking for the friction that would bring you release. It didn’t take a detective to understand that hint; Marshall started moving his hips at your request. They were short, shallow thrusts at first, which already left you moaning and whining like a… Like a desperate slut? It was the best description you could come up with. It only got worse as the thrusts became deeper, faster and harder. You pulled the blanket up to your mouth to stifle your screams as the sound of skin against skin became louder and filled the room. 

“Marshall.. I can’t…” You sighed in between moans, your breath completely out of control and slight soreness setting in where his hips slammed into you. 

“Hang on… please… close…” was all he could say as his breathing and movements became more and more erratic. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was close; it took only a couple more seconds for him to finish. You were both glad and sad that it was over, yet your sigh as you felt his cock slip out of you must have sounded more like the former than the latter, because Marshall immediately looked at you suspiciously. 

“Not good?” He asked as he stroked your hair out of your face. 

“A little sore, you’re a lot,” you laughed before kissing him softly on his lips. You wriggled out from under him and started looking for your clothes, which were scattered on the floor around your bed. Marshall looked at you questioningly from your bed. 

“Bathroom,” you explained as you hastily got dressed and made your way out of the room. 

When you got back, Marshall had put his own clothes back on and was sitting on the edge of the bed with the bottle of Baileys in his hands. You joined him on the bed and wrapped your arms around him, only to be sorely disappointed when he didn’t return your affection, and instead stared ahead stoically while taking another sip. 

“I just fucked my best friend’s little sister,” he sighed as he let his head hang. Your arms dropped to your side, the floor vanished from beneath you and it felt like you were falling. 

“You regret it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and you just knew you were right when you said it. Marshall, however, shook his head and chuckled sarcastically. 

“I regret that I don’t because I know that I should,” he said. 

Well, happy fucking Christmas to you.

-> Part 9

#henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x ofc #walter marshall smut #henry cavill smut #179 crescent street #179cs #179cs8

[thatkindofwoman]

I made mistakes recently. Many in fact. It doesn't diminish me. I won't let it. I refuse.

I went looking for answers to questions I never voiced. I found hurt that only lived in my memories. I remember vaguely reading and clinging to the idea that that every 7/10/14 years all our skin cells have shed. Started fresh, become new.

It means that one day my skin will have new memories of the words 'I love you' whispered against it. Unfortunately, my bones demand a seat at the table, a voice in the vote. They always have. Growing fast and long. They hold memories from growth to death. As quickly as 8 and 9 years old. I remember coaches, teachers, authority figures commenting on my height and composure. Old soul. Trauma response. If only I could give space for more of an explanation. Not this time, not this space.

I remember at 16 I wanted to be tall, and strong. Those both synonymous because I thought my father strong because he was tall. One time, I was 20, my sister voiced her disgust that I was dating tall brunette men. Which my father was. Which I wanted to be. I wanted to be tall and strong. I wanted to demand a room. I wanted the world to take notice before I had to open my mouth and demand it.

So I dated men who were tall and strong who demanded the room. Through their wit, or looks. Through their ability to make anyone laugh. Self deprecating. Loved, cherished, respected by others, not just my mind in my 20a. Tall but not so brunette also. The pride one had in me, that I've never found again. I cling to those memories, sorry I couldn't reciprocate.

I've never really belonged to another person. Not the way that feels right deep in those demanding bones. I can't fake it for more that a few liquored hours. I say that with no pride, no grit, no give. It's the truth I live with. Some fuel to feed the feelings I manufactured. I felt the spark only because I told myself it was there, not because it was.

I remember leaning into feelings with pure goodness when fueled. Taken advantaged of. I became a beacon for what other people needed from me, not what we could give each other.

I build my own spine out of bamboo every moment, and the moments in between, I forget left uncared for, bamboo splits and cracks, no longer solid and strong one cut and pounded into the ground to stabilize. Dry rot begins.

I don't need someone else to build me a backbone. Never had, never will. I just need a gentle nudge when I get caught staring too long at the coming storm. Thinking about the preparation rather than the ride.

The fucking ride. I remember the first time I let my horse have his head as I galloped along along the ridge of my parent's property, only slightly replicated on the dirt bike as I shifted gears up and pulled back with my wrist on the same path. I don't need a partner. But I want one.

Not for a child, nor a breadwinner. Not for marriage. Not for our friends nor family. I want a partner for me and them. Selfish, perhaps, or maybe because survival, and betterment, at its fullest is shared when you can meet the eyes of someone, or someones who understand the sentiment with few words, and all the feelings.

Fuck if I don't remind myself that time is that one cunt I cant ever seem to grasp nor understand.

[rocklover719]

Zora Dating Headcanons: Ledo 🐟💚⚒️

Big thanks to @thezoraprince / @hey-llison for inspiring me to write this! I don’t make much content but if you’re looking for more Zora content, please check out their blog!! (I’m literally constantly sending them asks lmao)

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Ledo is definitely outspoken and has ambition. I mean, who else calls out to a stranger from a river?

He is also a very disciplined Individual, as we can see from how highly he speaks about Fronk and Dento. Ledo is someone who takes respect seriously, and is a hard worker by nature.

He has a humorous side to him! He has so many running jokes he likes to involve you in. Anytime he counts something around you he raises his voice and goes “AND A OOOOONEE, AND A TWOOOO… THREEEE..” and so on. He does this just to make you giggle or roll your eyes, because he finds it cute when you give him even the slightest reaction.

Ledo is a craftsman by nature, and as such he would enjoy giving you things he makes.

As he hones his skills taught by Dento, he would practice making different intricate things such as jewelry or small luminous stone carvings when he isn’t working on any big projects for the domain. He would gift these items to you, hoping you’d like them. He might be a bit embarrassed over the slight flaws, maybe even going as far as to apologize and point them out to you. Of course, you’d hardly notice them and you don’t care if there are little flaws here and there because…well, he made this for you! Why wouldn’t you love it?

He would definitely be shy over those little imperfections but hearing your praise would make him 10x more motivated to keep harnessing his craft. In fact, you can bet your tail fins that this Zora is already sketching out each and every anniversary and holiday gift he has in mind just be BE SURE it will be perfect when the time comes!

He would definitely appreciate your company while he works. Some stonework is very tedious, but just having you sitting by him and watching him makes him enjoy the process even more. You two would share light conversation and maybe hum a song together. Bring him some lunch on the job and this Zora would be head over fins for you in a heartbeat!

As every Zora does, he loves to swim. Especially with you. I feel he would casually laze around the rivers with you, floating. Maybe some small splash wars, or observing local rock formations. I could also see him hiding in any river weed or foliage just to mess with you, as his green scales camouflage him. His favorite game is to hide against foliage and see if you can spot him. His golden eyes watching as you look around yourself and calling out to him, as he tries not to laugh.

Ledo is definitely a geology guy. Don’t even look at me and say he isn’t! He would gift you rocks he finds interesting, especially smooth river stones. Perhaps he would try to find one that matches your outfit or hair color, even eye color if he can find it! It’s definitely his way of trying to woo you subtly.

I feel Ledo is an affectionate Zora, and wouldn’t mind some appropriate PDA. Maybe not around Dento, as Ledo would try his best to be as respectful as possible… but this guy would love holding your hand whenever he can.

Chances are, unless you are Zora, Gerudo, or Goron (or maybe a tall Rito), you are shorter than him. And he will definitely tease you about that now and then. He just thinks its cute, even if you are a tall person. Zora appear to be at least 7 feet to me, so even if you are a tall human or hylian…. You’re short bro. He wouldn’t take it too far though, just enough to get a cute pout out of you.

Ledo seems like the type of person who handles arguments very well. He would do his best to communicate calmly, but if things escalate he is quick to back away and put a pin in it. He doesn’t want to yell or get angry, especially at you. He would want his space, maybe seeking out Dento or Fronk for some relationship advice. I could see him giving you the silent treatment in extreme cases, but only because he doesn’t know how to speak to you without the argument getting worse and he doesn’t want to snap and say something he doesn’t mean. Eventually, he’d come around and ask to talk to you privately. With most Zora, communication and honesty is important. He knows every sea has its storms, and he makes the best effort he can to work with you to solve any problems.

I feel like the main thing that would really be a deal breaker for him is if you disrespected his craft or his mentors. He had so much respect for his Master Dento, and his senior apprentice Fronk. If you were to talk badly about them, he would not let that slide.

Overall, dating Ledo would be fun, respectful, and peaceful. But it would definitely have its moments of mirth and adventure!

#botw zora #botw Ledo #Ledo botw #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #Ledo The Zora #totk Zora #Zora headcanons #botw headcanons #totk headcanons #zoras domain #loz zora

[estrellami-1]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks @nburkhardt!! ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone? No? I don’t think so at least

2. When was the last time you cried? Well I laughed to the point of tears about 2 hours ago… other than that… I legitimately Do Not Know. I don’t cry a whole bunch. Just kinda tend to explode when it all gets to be too much 🙃

3. Do you have kids? I don’t have any of my own lol, not yet, but I nanny an adorable one-year-old and a slightly cantankerous three-year-old.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Pshh, what, me? No, never! How dare you assume such a thing.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Ballet when I was 3. Other than that nothing 😂

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Honestly it changes from person to person. The Chicken Express employee? Their pink & black hair. A manchild in front of me at Walmart? The fact that he was wearing a belt yet if he hadn’t been wearing underwear (red) I would’ve been able to see his asshole. (Some people, I swear to God.)

7. What’s your eye color? Brown 🤎

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I hate scary movies, honestly. Happy endings all the way!

9. Any special talents? I don’t think so? I’m kinda a jack of all trades, master of none lol. Though I am a pretty decent shot with a rifle even though I’ve only been to the range once. That’s nice. I was definitely channeling my inner Winter Soldier/Black Widow. 😂 and I can make a mean steak! Honestly I cook a FEAST for my family (6 of us) every time I make steak lol. I do potatoes, peppers, onions, garlic, spinach, and cherry tomatoes too. (The garlic, spinach & cherry tomatoes are thrown into the pan I used for the steaks. It’s heavenly.)

10. Where were you born? Texas, born ‘n’ raised, y’all! I don’t have a southern accent. I started saying ‘y’all’ ironically and I regret it because it’s now part of my daily speech. Actually my family is from Spain and Argentina, with quite a bit of Italian mixed in. I don’t know what that means, accent-wise, but three years ago the Walmart pharmacist complimented my pronunciation and I will never forget that.

11. What are your hobbies? Cooking, reading, writing, playing music, crocheting, sewing… essentially any form of art that you won’t find in a museum 😅 I’m no good at any of that. I also like dancing, though I don’t do it enough to call it a hobby, I think.

12. Do you have pets?

His name is Gus ❤️ (technically he’s my sister’s but we’re ignoring that since we all live in the same house.) technically she also has a fish and 2 Guinea pigs but Gus is mostly all of ours.

13. How tall are you? I like to say I’m 5’ 1” on a good day. 😂

14. Favorite subject in school? Well I’m an English major so… 😂

15. Dream job? Christ I dunno. Scrolling Tumblr all day? Can I just get paid for this? Because that would be fantastic. Thanks, y’all.

This was a lot of fun! Tagging @madigoround @thatonegreyghost @ghosttotheparty @onearmedlegend @justforthedead89 @every-aj-needs-an-angel @mickalaem @ilovecupcakesandtea @bookbinderbitch @suddenlyinlove @artiststarme @piratefishmama and whoever else wants to do it! ❤️ (shhh ignore the fact I didn’t tag 15)

#tag game #15 questions #15 mutuals #except it’s more like 12 mutuals #we’re ignoring that #Gus Gus is adorable but don’t let him fool you. he is a TERROR #he also is a Very Good Boy who occasionally (read: every night) gets the zoomies… upstairs. #also he tries to ‘dig to china’ #literally he’ll randomly start scratching at the carpet like he’s possessed #idek y’all #but he’s cute

[kidstemplatte]

I know I’m probably way too late for the matchmaking- cursed time zones :( but I’m going to try anyway because I ADORE your blog and work.

- she/her pronouns, and I’m bisexual

-not sure on mbti so- around the right people I am loud and love to be always laughing whether that’s making people laugh or surrounded by people who will make me laugh! I’m a night person, I’m always sleeping in late and staying out at night. Around my friends I will be extroverted but I suffer with anxiety so I’m public and with people I don’t feel safe with, I can be extremely introverted. I can sometimes have a short temper. My language of love is physical touch.

-my hobby is music- I play piano and guitar to a high standard and love to perform and record my own songs (I have written an album and love playing in bands!). I collect records, go to lots of gigs and will always have some sort of music playing

-my pet peeves are noisy eaters and heavy breathing, particularly snoring

-I am quite short and petite, just about five foot, I have long brunette hair, green eyes and love expressing myself with fashion- I always wear platforms and flares with fun jackets/ accessories, and I always wear minimal makeup, but can’t leave the house without my smoky eyeliner

matchmaking event #4

thank you so much for your request!!!

your match is…

terzo!!!

-terzo doesn’t mind that you’re a bit shy at first, in fact, i think he would love watching you blossom as you get closer!

-always makes sure he’s by your side when you’re in a new space/meeting new people, so you don’t feel overwhelmed <3

-his charming and welcoming personality encourages you to come out of your shell

-loves your sense of humor, how you light up a room with your presence

-he might enjoy making you laugh even more, however, because your laugh is like music to his ears, and he loves your smile

-terzo is a night person as well! loves to stay up with you chatting, watching movies, partying, whatever it may be!

-goes to concerts and record stores with you, he’s a gift giver, so sometimes he’ll come home and bring you a vinyl he thought you would like🥺

-LOVES your passion for music!! blown away by your skills, asks you to play for him. you two might even write some songs together🤭 he listens to your album 24/7 and promotes it to everyone

-he comes to each and every one of your performances

-he also likes having music playing. doesn’t care who hears. he will BLAST it in his office, because he’s papa, and he can do whatever he wants.

-loves physical touch as well. he’s all over you 24/7, not even in a suggestive way, he just loves having his hands on you.

-he loves your height because not only is it cute it makes him feel tall haha

-LOVES your fashion, literally your biggest hypeman.

-you might even walk in on him trying on some of your clothes. he has no shame.

-sometimes he asks you to do his eyeliner tehe

-i think he also has a short temper however as he’s gotten older he has definitely learned to manage it better, meaning he knows how to handle you if you’re in a bad mood. plus he won’t judge since he understands the struggle.

-he also HATES eating noises LMAO, but what i will tell you is… he is a snorer.💀

-he denies it until you pull out a recording you took of him going “honk, shooo…..” “honk, shooo…”💤

-lowkey humiliated when you show him the evidence but hey, nobody’s perfect.

i hope you enjoyed reading!!! thank you so much for your kind words!!!❤️❤️❤️

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #secondo #primo #cardinal copia

[indecentpause]

Find the Word

tagged by @kaiusvnoir to find the words rust, home, leave, and point! thank!

from The Black & Blues

rust old:

“What kind’s your favorite?”

“Probably ska, actually,” [Josselin] laughs. “It’s easiest on my ears while still being lots of fun. And I’m terrible at dancing but there it doesn’t matter.”

You smile. “I’m terrible at dancing, too. I won’t judge.”

“I don’t know, you looked pretty good up on stage last night.”

You flush dark red again. “Nah. I just really get into playing and kind of lose myself.”

“I could tell. You really love it, huh?”

“Yeah. Not to be dramatic, but it’s what kept me alive when I was a kid, before Danny and I were old enough to move out here.”

Josselin’s brow knits together and he frowns. “Did you live in a bad place before?”

home:

“It’s so nice to meet you!” she exclaims. “Josselin could not stop talking about you. He’s never been starstruck like this before!”

“Frankie,” Josselin almost whines.

She takes his arm and pushes him a little closer to you. “He was too shy to say so so I wanted to bring him to meet you!”

If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was trying to set you up. But he’s her boyfriend, so that doesn’t make any sense.

He’s cute. Really cute. He’s more fem than you usually go for, but you’re not exactly masc either, and categories are stupid anyway. He has long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a leather jacket, with buttons and pins up and down each side of the zipper. Most of them look homemade.

“Why don’t we relocate outside so we don’t have to yell at each other?” Danny suggests. And he leads you outside.

leave:

Josselin is an angel. A beautiful, incredible, wonderful angel sent to you from heaven, because he’s helping you learn to pronounce Polish better.

You arrive at his apartment at 7:00 and to do so you have to come straight from work. When you knock on the door, you rest your forehead against it for a second and almost topple inside when he opens it.

“Sorry!” you exclaim. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Josselin says gently. “Here, give me that.” He gently takes your bag off your shoulder and brings it into the living room. He’s set up a little TV tray table for you to put your books and notes on. He leaves your bag on the futon and says, “I was just cleaning Familiar’s water fountain. I’ll just be a few minutes?”

point:

Jaisyn’s driving is pretty good. So good, in fact, that you doze off in the back on the way.

When your chin drops to your chest, you jerk back awake, but you close your eyes again almost immediately every time. At one point you wake up with your head on Morgan’s shoulder, and you shoot back up, stammering apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve just been, I’ve been working a lot and this stupid research paper is taking up all my time at night and–”

“Hey, hey,” Morgan says. He puts his hand on your knee. “Hey. Relax. It’s fine. Get some rest until we get there, okay? We don’t want you burning out.”

You relax a little and nod. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you.”

This time you rest your head on Danny’s shoulder, the more familiar comfort of your childhood best friend.

You don’t dream.

tagging @allaboardthewritingtrain @cynotype @homesteadhorner @oceanwriter @scribble-dee-vee @winterandwords to find tall, gold, heal, and hurt!

#writeblr #my writing #writeblr tag games #find the word #amwriting #excerpt #wip #the black and blues #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au #meara ryanne #josselin clearwater #frankie moore #danny yazdi #morgan acosta benitez

[rebelcthulhu]

! ✨️ If you get tagged in this, answer with ten random facts about yourself, and then tag some people. Anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ✨️

tagged by: my dearest friend, @amethyst-serenade !! Luv you hun! 😘

1. I have three tattoos and plan to get many many more. the ones I have rn tho are a memorial to my pawpaw (he raised me so he was more like a dad.) a crystal dragon from spyro, and a feral glowing ghoul from fallout!

2. I have an autoimmune disease called crohn's. originally when I was first diagnosed they thought it was the kinda partner in crime to crohn's, which is called ulcerative colitis, but turns out I was misdiagnosed and ended up losing all but 6 inches of my large intestine. I’m all better now tho, the only real crazy side effect I have was because of the poor nutrition growing up I ended up only being 4ft 7in tall. 

3. yallternative is definitely something that could be used to describe me. I’ve lived in the south all of my life, but I’m a metal/rock head through and through and for the most part I look it. 

4. I don’t have any family anymore as all of them have either passed away or been incarcerated (shesh lighten up dude) naw but even if it does get lonely at times, I still think things happen for a reason and i’m probably wayy better off without some of them. 

5. I started writing fan fiction when I was like... 17? my first fic was a fluffy destiel piece (god do I know, no need to say it.) I kept up with it for a long time tho and really enjoyed it. that was up until about 2018 then I dropped off for awhile. I recently posted my first fic since then on tumblr and let me tell y’all I have never felt more loved and inspired to continue writing. y’all are the fucking best!

6. I really really like cooking, rather or not I’m good at it is an entirely different subject. I’m very much meat and potato based in a lot of the things I make, but I hope to learn a lot more so I can start making really cool dishes. 

7. really weird thing about me, I can’t listen to music while I’m doing something that requires a lot of thought. (ie: writing, school work, reading, etc.) I was always super jealous of people that could tho because I assumed it made things so much more entertaining. 

8. my all time favorite joke is definitely not for the faint of heart and it involves falling into a barrel of titties. idk but I could hear it a million times and still laugh my fucking ass of every single time. 

9. I repeat movie and tv quotes like my life depends on it. I will always be the first one to say ‘aint got no gas in it’ as soon as the context for it allows. my other go to is ‘ugly baby judges you!’

10. I am entirely too big of a horror/true crime nerd. especially considering IM A FUCKING PUSSY THAT CAN’T WATCH THEM BY MYSELF MOST OF THE TIME! (alright thats the end of my self callout) my all time fave horros are stir of echos and jeepers creepers. true crime wise the lost boys of bucks county, the ted bundy taps, and cold case files can GET IT!

tagging: no pressure babes its chill I swear! @mvnsonfreak , @emokid-ellie , @youaremyfamiliar , @jadeylovesmarvelxo , and @ahoysteviex !! (listen if it says 10 I will do 5, if its says 5 I will do 3, I am mentally deficient at best xD)

#ask meme #yours truly #amethyst-serenade

[justmegeorgie]

I know for a fact I am going to regret posting this later, but hey, no one’s going to read this anyways.

Ever since I moved to where I am now, when I was only 7, turning 8, a lot has happened. Then again, it’s life, a lot happens in a tiny span, and sometimes you can’t do anything about it because it just happens.

It’s been really tough, to be honest.

I’ve lost my childhood best friend, who I love with every piece of soul and heart, I have lost my grandad to cancer, my other grandmother to dementia and Alzheimer’s, and I have just lost every single friend I ever had. It’s so tough.

Tonight, I cried so hard, for the first time in months, and I never knew I had it in me to do it that violently, in a way. It all just tumbled out, all my feelings, my thoughts, the pieces of my heart, the useless threading of my soul, and it was all lost through tears.

A tonne of measly little tears, and violent sobs.

Everyone has blown up on me, calling me every name under the sun, and for what?

A girl who wanted to sit back and see someone break because she wanted to see them suffer.

A singular lie had all my friends turn on me, hate me, verbally abuse me. She isolated me.

Well, I isolated me.

I’ve had to move schools because it became so bad for my mental health that I couldn’t cope, and the teachers would do nothing about it. Absolutely nothing. They watched me break down, tears, sobs, mumbled words and a jumbled mind trying to spew out everything it was feeling. And they did nothing. When I confessed to them about a guy two years above me in school who sexually assaulted me, they did nothing. They did nothing.

On the other hand, I met this guy.

My goodness, I think I fell in love at first message.

He messaged me on Wizz, saying he might as well shoot his shot, and I told him to. He’s so pretty. A few pick up lines later, he added me on snapchat, and the past night or so, we’ve been going back and forth with snaps. His voice is beautiful, so is his laugh. I love the way he speaks. He calls me his love.

I want to his love.

But I don’t know if he wants me to be.

I guess that’s a pro in spite of all the cons, right?

I damn hope so.

Because I’ve never had to cover my mouth and let out a squeal so powerful it could put the Leaning Tower of Pisa back into its original stance, to stand tall and proud. I’ve never had to gossip to my cousin about him so much that just the thought of him has be folding into myself. I’ve never had to take a few seconds before I could send a snapchat back because just seeing him not care if I spammed the chat, or when he calls me “my love”.

He makes me happy, but I don’t want to get hurt.

I’ve been through so much.

I don’t want to get hurt, but I’m in that much emotional and physical pain that I want to give it a chance because I think this may be the last chance for anyone.

Turns out, he lives two hours away from me. I’m not happy about the distance, but at least he doesn’t live in another country, or on the other side of England, right? I’m happy, as long as he is happy.

And I hope to whatever God is out there and listening to my jumbled thoughts, that he is happy.

Even if I don’t make him happy.

[silverbroccolitree]

Every so often, something comes along and makes me stop and think. Reflect on my life, where I am, what I am doing and if I am being my best self.

HeartStopper the comic series by @aliceoseman came to life on TV thanks to Netflix. The series has a huge following and the TV series brought it to so many more people. Watching It and reflecting gave me one of those - ‘Oh!’ moments. I have been thinking about the story for days now and I think my ‘oh!’ moment is becoming a full crisis - I need to do something about it!

The story arch for Nick Nelson (played by Kit Conner), is what made me stop. I see so much of myself in Nick. Even down to being the Golden Retriever! His boldness, wanting to assist, protect, love. The way he falls hard for Charlie (Joe Locke). It filled me with such joy and happiness. The story arch for Charlie is equally as good. I was outed at school when I was 13. It disappeared as an issue, but hung over me. I suspect being one of the tallest in the school meant my school colleagues knew better than to wind me up. To be honest, I’m still not comfortable. I see, feel and know the pain Charlie had and the joy when it was ‘his time’. My immediate thought when it finished was what’s their life going to be in later years? You just know the story of theirs will not end and be filled with joy. The constant coy looks and smiles, the encouragement and recharging they give each other. It’s a relationship we all want the world to win. I really want them to win! Get married have kids and at least two Golden retrievers! (In my future for them - that is what happens!) we hear of straight people meeting at school - why not these guys!

Being able to fall in love in the way Nick does with Charlie - and Charlie with Nick - is what I need and need everyday. I can see them falling for each other every single day! I fell in love with my Husband - at least I think I did - when we started dating. That HeartStopper moment when we met in the early days. Did it continue? I am not sure. I don’t feel the blowing of leaves when I see him. The excitement is not there and this is what’s making me wonder about my current situation- am I living MY HeartStopper moment?

Finishing the series, I read the rest of the episodes online and understand there is an epilogue. Its made me happy knowing Nick is there for Charlie. Is there something I can learn from it and apply to my life. There were two things that got me in the series.

One: it is great to see that the generation coming up are able to be themselves a lot earlier! There is still a lot of shit to be dealt with, but I know it’s great to see the little sparks. Nicks Mum being able to say he seems more himself goes to show how comfortable he is! I knew I liked boys - and only boys - when I was about 7. My first crush - a lad called James. Tall, confident, and good looking. Through my life I hid, scared but never really myself. The fact Charlie was outed, but had a support network in true friends is something I didn’t have - everyone laughed at me - I have no real friends from school because of it. But Nick feeling safe to come out is something I could of only dreamed of. Even today I know there are scars from a life of hiding, unable to let go of control. It is tiring. Also, even at my age, I’ve never officially told my parents! But I wouldn’t have had the support! I was told by my Dad I wasn’t gay - he had had me ‘tested’ and proved I wasn’t. No idea what the ‘test’ was - but now know it is total crap!

Two: recharging. This happens in Paris in the books - Nick wants to be recharged by Charlie in a hug with him. I love the fact that Nick finds Charlie recharging and it is something I have known and felt in certain aspects of my life but at the minute - it’s just not happening. My work sucks, my relationship is tough (I know they are not easy), life just seems impossible! Why? I am not being recharged. Before the pandemic I had a job I loved, I was just married, and things were good. Every aspect of my life was recharging me. Now - nothing! Being recharged is important and you need to have things that recharge you.

Something has triggered in me. I need this constant ‘first time love’, that falling in love every time we meet. Can I truly say that is happening now? No. It’s not. So I need to do something about it! But what? Well - I didn’t buy an orange T-Shirt. The one that Nick wears to the beach. That’s going to be a constant reminder to be more Nick! Today, I can say that I am not living my best life. Give it time and I will work out the rest of it!

#heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #gay #gayman #first love #recharging #make a difference #representation #makes me happy #lovers #lost #kit conner #joe locke #alice oseman

[heyitsanoffblog]

More big sharp lizard for ya

#Forte #Piano #Bad Batter #The Batter #it makes me laugh every time i think about the fact that hes 7' tall #big boy JSNDJFN #OFF #OFF game #OFF au #ONN

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Wrong Name // 4

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: The more people know about secrets, the more likely it’s bound to be spilled.

Warning: brief mention of sex, mixed emotions, mention of infertility, talks of death

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“Y/N?”

“Rick, what do you want?” I continued to hang the clothes on the line as the blue eyed man stood a couple feet off to the side.

“I came to apologise.”

“Oh please, it’s been a week Grimes. I don’t want or need whatever sorry ass apology you mustered up.” with the last shirt hung to dry I turned to face him. Over his shoulder I could clearly see Lori looking over at us, most definitely curious to know what we’re talking about.

I could tell you right now Lori, I’m not planning on sleeping with your husband.

“You were right, I was wrong for going at him like that when I almost did the same thing. I know he’s not going to talk to me for a while and I’m sure you don’t want anything to do with me either.”

“You’ve got that right.”

“It’s just, this changes everything for us. How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm calm because I'm pissed off, I'm at that point where I don't see a point in even bringing it up. Besides, we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, bigger things to worry about than my husband sleeping with my best friend." We started walking further away from the campsite away from prying eyes and ears.

"I'm really trying to come to terms with it to fully forgive them for this but every time I try to spend time with Lori I keep thinking about Shane's hands on her."

"You're never going to get that shit out of your head."

"Could have fooled me, you and Shane are back to being like usual." My fingertips brushed against the tall blades of grass in the field as I faked a laugh.

"That's because we make it seem like that. He's trying to salvage our marriage and I admire him for that but I still struggle with it and he knows that." We came to a stop at the gate that leads to the cornfield and we propped up against it. Rick ran a hand through his damp curls, obviously frustrated.

"Have you told him?"

"What good would that do Grimes? I've had enough drama to last the rest of my miserable life."

"Thank you."

"You know, that day when I found out about the affair all I kept thinking about that night was, fuck, I should've done the same when you had your hand up my shirt." Rick snapped his head in my direction thinking he probably heard wrong but I really wish I had slept with him, maybe then Shane would've known how I feel.

"Being honest with you Y/N, that thought has crossed my mind too." Our eyes locked for a brief moment but movement from over his shoulder gained my attention.

"Wifey darest is walking over here."

"Hey you two, what's uh, what's going on?"

"Just needed to clear my mind." He pulled away slightly from her as she kissed his cheek.

"Oh okay, Shane's looking for you by the way Y/N, said he wants you to go on a supply run with him."

"Alright, see you two later."

----

There's no doubt that Lori thought that Rick and I were sneaking around. The way she all but ran over to us gave that away and the fact that he hesitated to have her kiss his cheek probably raised even more suspicions.

Poor thing, if she only knew I don't plan on doing what she did, that would only remain as a thought.

"Darlin' you alright?" Shane brushed his thumb against my jean clad thigh over the middle console of the car.

"Yeah, just thinking. You, Rick and Lori have to sit and discuss what's going to happen as her pregnancy progresses. Yes, it's your baby but he's her husband, you two are bound to but heads somewhere along the lines again."

"I'm going to be a part of that kid's life regardless, Rick's not going to stop me from being around. I got her pregnant, I'm responsible for making sure she has what she needs." He pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy.

"Good." Without another word I got out and headed inside the abandoned building. With a tight grip on my blade I jabbed it into the walker's skull.

Shane took care of the other two and I grabbed a basket to hold everything we needed to get. We both roamed through the store in silence, gathering the items we came for.

"Is this how it's going to be between us now?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Y/N. Ever since that day you barely want to be around me and every time I try to get close to you, hell when I try to even touch you, you always have something to do or are too tired or you just shrug me off." Shane took the basket from my hands and placed it on a nearby shelf.

"I miss you darlin' and I'm not talking about the sex, I miss your company and spending time with you." He hooked his index finger under my chin and tilted my head upwards, brushing his thumb over my lips.

"I miss you too Shane but I'm still extremely pissed off about this entire thing. Do you have any idea how badly I want us to go back to being normal? I'm trying my best here, you just have to give me time." he grumbled beneath his breath but I faintly picked up on Rick’s name.

“What’d you say?”

“I said, you don’t want to be around me but you’re quick to be all chummed up with Rick."

“I’m sorry, does that bother you?” Rolling my eyes I resumed throwing meds and bandages into the basket; annoyed he pinned me against the shelves, holding both my wrists in his large hands.

“I saw you two out there today, the way you both looked at each other in the fields.”

“So you’re stalking our every move now?”

“Y/N you don’t talk to me when it’s just us two, you barely even look at Lori, far less talk to her. You said that you’ve forgiven us-”

“I could also say that the sky is fucking red does that mean it is? Christ, Lori of all people knows why I just can’t fully get over this! That was supposed to be our baby, Shane.” I could feel the waterworks coming on as I finally addressed this situation with him. His heated emotions slowly faded as he moved to cup my cheek in his palm.

“We can keep trying Y/N-”

“No, we can’t because I can’t have any, Shane. I was more than ready to forget about it but then she announced that she’s pregnant. This entire week has been a living hell for me and this, right here, is not making things better.” he backed off and wiped away the tears that fell, I could see it in his eyes that my revelation crushed him.

“How long have you known?”

“Two months. All this time I was trying to come up with a way to tell you but I couldn’t find the words. I know how badly you want us to have a family but I can’t give you that. I hate my body for not doing what it’s supposed to, I hate the fact that she’s the one that gets to carry your child, I hate myself for not telling you this sooner. You’re my husband, you should’ve known the same day the doctor told me but instead I told her.”

“Darlin’.” Shane's facial features dropped as my words registered in his head.

He's pitying me.

"Stop looking at me like that, that's exactly why I couldn’t tell you." Shane took a few steps closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms despite me fighting to get away from him.

"That's supposed to be me."

Burying my face in his chest I finally allowed myself to break down. Shane gently rubbed my back trying his best to calm me down with his soothing words.

"Darlin' it's alright."

"It's not, Shane. You know how badly I wanted to be a mom, to have a family of our own." I pulled back from him and he dried the tears off my face with a small smile on his.

"We still can, I'm sure we're bound to come across a kid soon enough out there who'd need someone to look after him or her. It'll be like adopting just-"

"In the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse."

"Yeah, without all the legal bullshit." We both chuckled lightly.

"There's that beautiful smile I fell for." I leaned further into his touch, kissing his palm.

"I can't stay mad at you no matter how hard I try, Walsh."

"And I'm grateful for that, I hate it when you're mad at me."

"Then stop doing shit for me to get mad at you."

"Yes ma'am." He leaned down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss which started taking a turn onto naughty street.

"Oh damn."

"What?"

"Maybe this may not be so bad after all, I don't need to use condoms anymore." He chuckled as I playfully shoved him in the chest. I bent down and grabbed the basket, moving past him to get to the other aisle.

“Really Shane, that’s the good side to my infertility?”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it darlin’.” He does have a point there, we both hated using condoms anyways so in a way this does seem like the only good thing about it. We both got back to doing what we came here to do, a comfortable silence surrounded us.

“When this kid is born I’ll need all the help I can get from you.”

“If I live that long, I’ll be more than willing to help you.”

“What do you mean if you live that long?”

“We’re fighting to survive in an apocalypse, one moment I could be talking to you like I’m doing right now and in another, I could be dinner for the walkers.” His arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against his towering frame.

“You know I’ll never let that happen, right?”

“I know but it can still happen and-”

“Y/N-”

“If it does happen, I don’t want you to be the one putting me out of my misery.” Shane’s hold on me tightened and I placed my hand on top of his. The way I’m speaking to him about this like it’s the most normal conversation a husband and wife should have, bothered him.

“This isn’t normal darlin’.”

“It’s our new normal Shane.”

“But what if the only way for me to keep you alive is to sacrifice myself?”

“Don’t do it, promise me you won’t. You have a baby on the way, that kid is going to need their dad.” I turned around in his hold to look at him directly in his eyes but his glossy eyes averted mine.

“I’d need you.”

“Listen to me, Lori could die giving birth to that child, it would be unfair to leave Rick to look after his son and your kid if anything is to happen to the both of us. So, you have to fight to survive.”

“So what, I’m supposed to fight while you just give up? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yes, as much as you don’t want to hear it, yes. I have nothing else to live for here.”

“Me, you have me to fight for! While you were thinking about any of this did you even consider how I’d feel?!” His voice elevated with each word he spoke.

“That’s selfish Y/N. We both have to fight together, I damn well know I’m not going to survive in this world without you. We have to fight for us, darlin’.” He took my silence as me agreeing with him but I’ve already made up my mind.

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, let’s get out of here.”

—-

Rick’s POV

“Hey Dale, you alright?” If looks could kill I’d be six feet under with the glare he shot at me for unknown reasons. He came closer to me and I straightened up.

“I know what Y/N said to you last week.” the muscles in my jaw tightened as he continued to shoot daggers at me.

“You were out there beating on that man for making the same mistake you almost made.”

“I was wrong, I get it. Are you going to tell him about it?”

“Not me, you. You’re also going to have to tell Lori as well.”

“Dale, things are starting to return to normal between the four of us, this would only bring us right back to square one.” He adjusted his rifle on his shoulder as he moved to walk away.

“If you don’t, I will and trust me, it’ll only be worse.”

Fuck

The sound of tires rolling on gravel signalled Y/N and Shane’s return from the supply run. The green Tuscon pulled up and from where I’m standing, I could see them smiling brightly at each other as they both met each other halfway, locking lips.

They’re working on getting back to normal and Dale wants me to take a wrecking ball to their progress.

Dale gladly took the supplies from Y/N and took them inside, glaring at me as he walked by. With a heavy sigh I made my way over to help unload the car and she smiled up at me, that instantly faded once she saw my face.

“What?”

“Dale knows.”

---

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[thesecretwriter]

fantasy reading (remus lupin) - 1.

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Remus Lupin x female reader

Summary: You like reading every sort of genre there is to romance. From angst to smut. Remus uncovers this little secret of yours and makes a move which he has been wanting to make for a long time. Warning: Angst? – idk if it is lol, fluff – its Remus, there’s always fluff with him, smut theme – minors dni.

part two

harry potter series masterlist

“Until the next meeting, I suggest those without an assigned mission have a rest. We don’t know what to expect in this dark time and need everyone well rested and prepared if anything happens.” Dumbledore glances to everyone in the room as he concludes the meeting for the day.

The meeting was held at Grimmauld Place. Sirius had happily welcomed the order to hold meetings here as it was not known to many.

“I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t be able to rest when chaos could happen at any moment.” Bill said nudging your shoulder, you nodded your head in agreeance.

Everyone woke up from there seats and left the room. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the others were upstairs – Dumbledore didn’t want to concern Harry more than he already was.

As you made your way out of the room and to the livingroom, with Bill following closely behind, you failed to notice the lingering gaze of Remus.  

When your thoughts dawdle to him, you think of a very strong man who has lived a difficult life. Remus was kind, interesting and always managed to make those around him happy.

You admired him very much, and it was only Sirius who could recognize this admiration as something else. You were so oblivious to your own feelings for him that it made Sirius wonder how you were the most skilled witch he had known.

“Y/n dear, would you please help me with laying the table. It seems the children are too caught up in seeing one another.”

“Sure, no problem.” You replied kindly.

Excusing yourself from the livingroom, you walked down the narrow hallway which led to the kitchen and was about to enter when you bumped into a tall figure.

“Pardon me.” You apologized and looked up, meeting the eyes of Remus.

“My fault, it’s okay.” He said gently resting his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

You smiled at him nervously before slipping into the kitchen. You briefly looked over your shoulder and saw that he was still watching you.

A kind smile on his lips, you gave him a tight-lipped smile before going to Molly and letting her hand you the many plates to set on the table.

While it may make sense to just use a spell to set the table, you took comfort in the domesticity of small household tasks. It reminded you of home.

“Dinner is ready everyone!” Molly’s booming voice echoed in the large house.

Soon you heard the hurried footsteps of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Fred and George, who recently become of age to perform magic out of Hogwarts, just appeared beside a startled Molly.

“One of these fine days I’m going to be the mother of 5 children instead of 7.” She grumbled.

“I agree mum. I personally vote for Ron and Bill to be put up for adoption.” Fred said nonchalantly.

Ron sent him a glare, while Bill came in laughing at the fact that he was very much over the age to be put up for adoption.

Soon everyone was at the table. Harry sat next to Sirius, telling him all about what has been going on in his life, Ginny and Hermione were gossiping, Ron was eating, and the twins were discussing what spells they wanted to try out later.

Bill was sat beside you, speaking very lowly about Fleur and how she is so eager to meet his family, when funnily enough, they didn’t even know he was seeing her.

“I don’t know how to introduce her to them… you know how they can be.” He said with a sad smile.

You understood him, Molly had wanted him to end up with Tonks, who was too busy focusing on her own career to worry about settling down.

You, Bill, and Tonks were all the same age, 24 years old, and attended Hogwarts together.

"If you feel your relationship with her is strong, then I think you should introduce her to them. From what you tell me, Fleur seems like an amazing person.” You give him a reassuring smile.

All he could talk about was her, so he most definitely felt that their relationship was strong.

He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze as a way to thank you.

The small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Remus. He had been watching you since dinner had begun.

Remus viewed you as a fire to be reckoned with. While you may seem like the kindest witch in the world, you wouldn’t hesitate to put someone in their place if they did anything wrong to you or someone you cared about.

He bared witness to this when you and he accompanied Mad eye and Tonks on a mission to bring Sirius to safety from dementors.

After dinner, you had helped clear the table and clean up for the night.

It was already late and the majority of everyone had gone to bed since the next day was going to be a long one.

“Do you need help with that?” Remus’ voice spoke from behind you.

You had been trying to put away a plate which was kept in a very high place.

“Yes, please.” You reply softly.

You were about to move out of the way when his hand was placed on the counter in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter. As his other hand reached up to put the plate in its place, you felt his chest briefly brush against your back.

“You know… for a witch you sure do things in a very muggle way.” His voice was soft as he spoke.

“Before becoming a witch, this was my normal. Doing things manually.” You said with a smile.

You were born to a muggle family and got the letter every 11-year-old dreamed of receiving. Your life changed after that, but not everything changed.

“… besides, we could all use a little normalcy around here.” You said turning around to face him. He took a step back, otherwise your face would literally have been pressed into his chest.

“That’s true… I’ve been meaning to ask you more about the muggle books you recommended to me-“

“Remus, you’re needed in the livingroom!!” Sirius voice called from down the hallway.

“We can talk about this later?” He asked, to which you nodded.  

You and Remus had one thing in common, you both enjoyed reading. While he may have been older than you, you two got along like a house on fire when it came to books. Which is why in between breaks from missions you two would recommend books to one another.

He would tell you about magical books, while you would tell him about muggle books.

You stood there for a moment, processing what happened. It was a normal interaction, but the body language you two had exchanged with one another made your heart speed up and your thoughts roam wildly.

“Calm down y/n, he was just helping you with plates.” You told yourself before exiting the kitchen to join whoever was awake in the livingroom.

Bill was sat with Fred and George discussing a few things while Sirius and Remus were conversing quietly.

Remus’ eyes met yours briefly before his attention was brought back to Sirius’.

You were about to excuse yourself to go and prepare for bed before Bill noticed you and motioned you over.

“I was summoned.” You joked and sat beside him.

“Yes, I need you to convince these two to continue attending Hogwarts before wanting to join the order.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. Fred and George were still too young to be involved in such business. Even if you were just a few years older than them, you still looked to them as children.

“Your choice in wanting to join is very honorary, but it’s too dangerous right now. You just started to perform magic out of school, there’s still so much more for you to learn at Hogwarts. You can join at the right time, it’s just not right now.” You say with a sad smile.

You could understand their choice, they watched their parents work endlessly and contribute so much of effort into the order, but the last thing Arthur and Molly would want was to put any of their children in harm’s way.

They both looked upset but understood where you were coming from.

Bill, Fred, and George soon decided to go to bed as it was already late.

“I’ll be doing the same as them. Tomorrows a long day for us all. Goodnight.” You say to Sirius and Remus.

“Goodnight y/n.” Sirius waved enthusiastically. Remus lightly pinched him, which made him slightly jump.

“Goodnight.” Remus said with a smile.

You had been tossing and turning for the last hour.

Sleep seemed miles away for you at this point. You had experienced many nights where you weren’t able to sleep and instead stayed up reading, which is what you resorted to now.

You were a hopeless romantic when it came to books. Love for you always seemed like a fantasy thanks to the books you read. Remus noticed this when all the books you recommended him was romance based. Although none of them was quite like the one you were reading now.

“I think it would be better if you left.” He whispered only for her to hear.

“Why should I? Why must I deprave us both from what we both crave the most?” Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him turn his back to her.

A chocked sob left her lips, which made him turn around and look at her.

“It’s not what you want darling-“

“How do you know what I want, or what is good for me? There isn’t anything except you that is preventing this. For the both of us.” She said on stuttered words.

His eyes watched her, he could see the tears falling down her cheeks and the sadness in her eyes. As he watched her, an emotion of realisation washed over her.

“Unless… unless you don’t want me. Oh my god, I didn’t even think of that. I’m so sorry.” She began to take steps back and away from him.

His eyes widened at her words, and he stepped forward and reached out for her.

“No, that is anything but what I feel… your life would be much better without me in it. I’ve already caused you too much pain.”

A knock at the door took your attention away from your book.

“Come in.” You called out softly.

Remus’ golden-brown eyes peered from behind your door, “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I saw your room light on while I was on my way to bed and wanted to check in.”

“You’re not disturbing anything at all, I was just reading a book since I couldn’t sleep.” You explained holding up the book.

“What book are you reading?” He said stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him.

You sat up straighter when he leaned against the door and waited for your explanation.

“Its another romance novel, about two people who can’t be together… at least that’s what I’ve collected from what I’ve read so far.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile, leaving out the fact that the book had some other scenes which you were too shy to mention.

“Seems interesting, what’s it called and who wrote it?” He asked curiously.

Oof.

“Its called ‘the ghost of you’ by Zenith.” You answer hesitantly. (haha, see what I did there?)

“I’ll add it to my book list... ” He said leaning off the door and moving to open it, “I don’t want to keep you up any longer. Goodnight.”

He stood in the doorway smiling at you.

“Goodnight, Remus.” You said back politely.

The next day was a rush. The Weasley’s were taking their children, along with Hermione and Harry to Platform 9 and 3 quarters.

After a heart felt conversation between Sirius and Harry. You and Remus went back to Grimmauld place to take care of a few things. Bill went to visit Fleur as it had been quite some time since she saw him.

“I suppose now we just do as Dumbledore said and ‘relax’.” You said taking a seat on the sofa.

“I suppose so… although I can’t exactly relax with the full moon approaching.” He said jokingly.

You smiled at his attempt of a joke but knew deep down that the next few days would be difficult for him.

“Where are you going to be during the full moon?”

“There’s a cottage not far from here that no one goes to. Dumbledore found it and said I could use it whenever I needed.” He stated.

Remus had to go through a lot of full moons alone. When you would try to say you’d accompany him, he would insist you didn’t as he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

“Are you going to be alone again? You know I have no problem keeping you company-“

“I appreciate it y/n, but like I said, I prefer to keep you safe. It’s too dangerous, he is too dangerous.” He said leaning his head on the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling.

“I know Remus, but I don’t like you going through this alone. You have me, Sirius and so many other to help you.” You sighed.

“Everyone has bigger worries at the moment.” He turned his head slightly to look at you.

“Not me, I worry about you.” You said honestly.

A smile made its way to his lips, “That’s the thing about you, I admire how you worry about others.”

A silence embraced the two of you.

There was no one else in the house, but you and Remus. The gaze his eyes held on you was intense and had so much of emotion.

“You’ve got really pretty eyes.” He said reaching his hand over and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Butterflies.

“So do you.” You said ever so softly.

The next day Remus had taken it upon himself to loosen up a bit, explore and be as carefree as his life would allow him to be.

He found himself at a familiar bookstore which he frequently visited at one stage. He was in search of a specific book. One that you had recently mentioned to him.

A worker at the store assisted him and found it, “Thank you so much.” He said with a smile and went to sit and read a bit of it.

Before Remus knew it, about 2 hours had passed by and he had read quite a few chapters of the book. As those 2 hours passed by, Remus grew flustered by the words that described very explicit scenes to him.

He had always known that this sort of books existed, but he never knew that you would be one to read it.

When he realised how much time had passed by, he went to purchase the book and make his way back to Grimmauld place.

As soon as he stepped in through the front door, he could hear the voices of Arthur and Sirius coming from the livingroom. He caught sight of you, Molly and Bill in the kitchen preparing some dinner.

“Remus, I was wondering where you disappeared to.” Sirius’ voice brought your attention to the hallway where you briefly made eye contact with Remus who smiled at you.

His small gesture from the previous day brought emotions you felt only when you read about romance you craved.

“I was just at a bookstore and got lost in time while reading.” You heard him explain to Sirius.

Soon he disappeared into the livingroom with Arthur and Sirius.

“Be careful, you might drool from how hungrily you’re looking at him.” Bill teased as he passed by you.

You flipped him off, which earned a chuckle from him.

“After tonight, I’m going to leave for a few days since the full moon is approaching.” Remus explained as you all sat at and ate dinner.

You perked up at his words and watched as he avoided eye contact.

“I’m coming with you this time; it’ll be like the old days.” Sirius stated.

Remus and Sirius shared a knowing smile with one another. It was no lie that Sirius, James, and Peter would help Remus with his transformations.

You unknowingly released a bit of a loud sigh, which had everyone’s eyes on you.

“Y/n dear, are you okay?” Molly asked concerned.

“Just fine, a little tired from the passed few days.” You quickly explained.

Everyone’s attention was diverted to Sirius who went on to explain some of the days he experienced at Hogwarts.

Bill, who had been sitting next to you, placed his hand on your wrist and silently asked if you were okay, you assured him that you were. Remus had watched the small interaction, feeling concerned at the unsureness in your eyes.

As soon as you were done eating, you excused yourself and made your way to your room.

You knew you should respect Remus’ wishes to not come along with him, but you couldn’t help but worry about him having to go through so much alone. Even with Sirius being there. You saw the damage that was done to him when they first reunited.

Just as you changed into your nightdress, someone knocked at your door. Having a feeling that it maybe Bill, you opened the door with saying, “I told you I’m fine Bill. I’m just tire-“

There stood Remus with his hands in his pocket.

“Hi.” He said amused.

“Hey.” You said slightly embarrassed.

“I… uh- I noticed you weren’t yourself during dinner and came to check on you.” He said matter of fact.

“I’m perfectly fine, just a bit tired.”

He looked at you suspiciously, waiting for you to explain properly because he knew you weren’t being truthful.

“Come in.” You gave in and moved a bit so he could walk inside your room.

He stood aside as you closed the door and walked past him to sit on the bed.

“I don’t want you to be upset, and I know it’s not my place but I’m not happy with you being alone during this full moon. Especially with just coming off from a tiresome mission.” You explained not meeting his eyes.

He smiled at your concern for him.

“I’m not upset. You’ve always expressed your concern, but I won’t be alone this time.” He assured you.

“I know, but I want to be there for you.” You said a bit frustratedly.

He grew silent at your words. Remus didn’t know what to say.

“Its too dangerous darling.” He said sadly.

You knew he wasn’t going to give in.

“Promise me you’ll be careful and the moment you need me, you’ll send Sirius to get me.” You said trying to negotiate.

“You have my word.” He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

Wanting to make light of the situation you decided to ask him, “So, I heard you telling Sirius to a bookstore. What book did you get?”

Now this would be interesting, was the first thing that crossed Remus’ mind.

“The one you said you were reading the other night. I’m already about halfway through it.”

Your eye darted to his and you visibly grew tense, “Is that so? What do you think about it?” You tried to play it off cool, like there wasn’t a war going on in your mind.

Nobody knew you read books like that, especially the fact that you liked what you read.

“Very interesting, the details in the book are impeccable. I don’t believe I’ve come across quite such a book.”

He was smiling at you almost on the verge of laughing.

You sigh and know you must explain yourself; you were caught red handed.

“I know its not the usual book you’d think of me reading-“

“Y/n, its okay. You don’t have to explain. There’s no shame in enjoying such things.” He said turning his back to you.

“Not when you haven’t exactly experienced it.” You mutter softly, your eyes widened once you realised, he heard what you said.

He stopped in the middle of his pacing and turned his head to look at you.

“Haven’t experience it?” He questioned.

You wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. It would be much better than exposing the fact you had no sexual experience but enjoyed every moment in what you had recently been reading.

“I haven’t done it before.” You say, trying to play it off cool.

Remus was shocked at your words. To him it was shocking that no one had come along and made you feel enough love to experience such a beautiful thing.

When he saw that you had grown a bit tense from what was being said, he knew he had to ease it and not make you feel guilty about it.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, everyone takes their own time with things.” He assured you, which had you feeling slightly better.

“I know, I guess the only romance I’ve been experiencing is what I read in books.” You joke.

He could see that you were avoiding eye contact, which he didn’t like. You had beautiful eyes which he liked looking at when you spoke to him. He stepped forward and reached up so that he could make you look up at him.

“You deserve to experience a love that could only be found in books.” He said with a genuine smile.

His words brought you happiness. No one had said something like to you. You’d never been in an actual relationship before, there was no time for that when there was so much going on around you.

“You do as well Remus. You deserve a love which makes you happy about who you are. Someone who accepts you for all of you.”

The look in your eyes at that point made something snap in Remus, in that moment he knew what he felt for you was strong, and he knew you reciprocated those feelings.

Which is why he leaned down and connected your lips.

The shock of it took a second to sink in, but the moment it did, you began to kiss him back. Once you did, Remus pulled you closer to him and placed his hand around your neck.

You moaned at the feeling of his hand around your neck, which only encouraged Remus further.

His hand roamed down your body and pushed you on the bed, he then placed himself between your legs and continued to kiss you.

Remus could feel himself growing feral for you, which is why he had to pull away in order to collect his thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” You asked confused.

“I just needed a moment.” He said taking in a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?”

Your brows began to furrow, and you started to feel nervous. Remus could tell you were feeling embarrassed.

“It’s nothing wrong with you darling. With the full moon nearing, my urges become stronger than usual. Having you like this isn’t making that easy.” He chuckled.

Now you were nervous for another reason.

“Oh, I didn’t know that happened.” You said surprised.

“Yeah, besides I want you to have a good first experience, not something that just happened in the moment. You deserve more than that.” Remus said caressing your face.

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[yoongsisbae]

Caught! House of Cards - Chapter 3

You joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down…

OT7 yandere!BTS x reader / Namjoon x Taehyung x reader this chapter

Oh, I was dying writing this chapter so I think I wrote it well? Heh there’s a lot going on, so you have been warned lol. Also hope to post HOAL soon, that is if BTS would stop attacking me with all these sexy bad boy photoshoots that scream C!HOC mens. Sorry, but can you really blame me? :(

Warnings: 18+ dark themes, reader manipulation, scary yandere behavior, voyeur, masturbation, lots of drinking and drunkenness, dubcon, dry humping on the dance floor lol, this is pretty filthy, all of them are horny, dom!Namjoon, dom!Taehyung, Tae’s a lot, shibari, bondage, blindfold, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, threesome, degradation, Yoongi continues to be a meanie, slut shaming, extreme regret for reader that could be triggering I think, tell me if I need to tag anything else

PSA: to reiterate, this is a yandere fic, this is all fantasy, this is scary, no one actually wants this to happen to them irl. But I’m also here for you if you wanna enjoy some hot fictional villains, alright? I got u boo.

Word Count: 8.7k

Playlist: Rotimi - Push Button Start // Shenseea - Blessed (with Tyga) // ROSALIA - Con Altura // Sean Paul - Go Down Deh // Afro B - Drogba // Aya Nakamura - Pookie // DJ Nelson - PAPI //J Balvin - Amarillo // SUPA NYTRO - Tik Pon Cock // Paris Lain - Way (links here)

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“P-please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Daddy.”

He groans in your ear. “Hmm no.” He pulls his fingers out of you, you hold onto the banister as your orgasm escapes you. Your body shakes with need.

“You’ll come find me later tonight, won’t you, baby girl?” His warmth leaves your body, when you turn around no one is there.

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Your legs are still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You tried not to think about the slick between your thighs as you descended each step, or think about RM’s warm breath against your ear. No, you won’t think about his deep voice that makes you shiver still, or the way he massaged your neck like he had done it a hundred times before...out of all the weird fucked up things you thought could happen tonight, never ever did you expect to meet RM again.

He reminded you of all the reasons why you allowed yourself to fall deeper into that kind of exhibitionistic lifestyle as a carded member. The money was good, but the sweetest rewards were corporal. The saccharine praise your admirers would give you became addicting. You even became close to some of them, for an extra fee.

What was it your old school counselor would say? It wasn’t about the destination, the real reward was the friends you made along the way. Except your new friends told you all their dirty filthy desires and watched as you would get off for them. You learned quickly your sexual appetite was ravenous, the more you indulged the worse it got. You had been starved for attention for so long, quarantine only amplifying your loneliness, and the dark site fed you well.

RM also reminded you of all the reasons why you left. You still don’t understand how you fell so deep so fast, let digital become physical when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. The House Rules made the descent into filth almost inevitable. During your only experience inside The House, you had been shown truths you didn’t want to face, depravities you enjoyed. After that night you went home, showered away your sins until your skin burned, logged out and never logged back in. It was the best way to end your addiction to House of Cards, end it cold turkey.

You were not prepared for this again. You were not prepared for how much you craved it.

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The party became wild. Your body now hyper aware of everything after RM worked you up so skillfully and denied you any release. The music reverberates throughout the halls, the beats of the bass clashes with the pounding in your head. The smell of drugs and sex assaults your nostrils, and every time a dancer bumps into you, your body remembers RM’s touch.

So many bodies around you and you feel all alone like an outcast. Where’s Yoongi? You're beginning to miss that annoying smirk and the overconfident man attached to it, you could use some of that confidence right now.

As the room spins around you, your eyes find the place where you had been standing. You’re disappointed it’s empty. Not that you knew what RM looked like, but you feel like you’d recognize him as soon as you saw him, a man like that would look like walking sin.

You shift your upward gaze to the gold ropes hanging from the ceiling, eyes traveling down until you meet the glistening body of a woman. She’s so beautiful it makes you ache, arms secured behind her back, her leg extended and tied high, her other leg bent and pressed to her side and her spread open for everyone to see.

You play with the pendant around your neck, and you can’t help but imagine yourself in her position, tied up for everyone to see, for Yoongi to watch. You’re soaking. You need a drink.

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“Hey,” you bump into Yoongi’s side as you sit down, grabbing his whisky glass and downing what’s left. The burning liquid makes you grimace, face scrunching up in distaste.

He pulls the glass from your grip, looking you up and down, sharp eyes narrowing, “Where have you been?”

“I got lost.” His arm snakes around your waist. His touch feels good, you don’t want to admit how much your body yearns for more, wants to be wanted. “Where are Jimin and Hobi?”

“Dancing,” Taehyung interjects as he gets closer to you, offering you another glass of champagne. You take it gratefully, sipping on the sweet liquid, anything to numb the ache you feel inside.

His eyes sparkle as he scrutinizes you up close, examining your dark makeup and tight dress. He wants to smear the red lipstick on your lips with his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock. He wants to stain your pretty black dress with his cum, let the milky white fluid drip all over the black silky fabric, between your breasts-

“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”

You ask him so innocently, Taehyung can forgive you for forgetting. Jungkook on the other hand, silently simmers with rage, especially when Yoongi smirks at him, sitting pressed to your side like a lover would.

“Taehyung,” The man gives you a big wide smile, “that's Seokjin,” he points to the tall man who keeps his distance, “and this,” he hits Jungkook’s chest and pulls him into a headlock, “is Jungkook!” Taehyung leans in to whisper in your ear, “a big fan.”

Your eyes go wide, did you hear him correctly? You watch the two play fight. Jungkook punches his older friend in the side a bit harder than he was expecting, earning a yell from Taehyung. They act cute, you think, Jungkook looks too innocent, you can’t believe he had watched you in his free time.

Hoseok and Jimin find their way back into the group. “Y/n, you’re back! Yoongi was about to send out a search party for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, and you lean your chin onto your palm, raising your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your smile at the way they tease him.

“Is that so?” His fingers pinch the flesh of your back at your retort, making you squirm at the ticklish sensation. When you try to pull his hand away, he takes the opportunity to intertwine your fingers together, pulling you firmly to his side.

You look down at Yoongi’s hand in yours, resting on your hip. Without the alcohol cursing through your veins you might have pushed him off you, but instead you sit buzzed and docile. He acts so possessive of you in front of the others, it makes your heart race. “Well I’m here now.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” Jimin fills everyone’s drinks. 7 glasses clang together and they cheer, making you giggle as you down the glass. One cheers becomes two, and then another bottle comes, until you're welcoming back that hazed state of mind that feels so freeing. The background fades away and the booming music around you becomes muffled as you try your best to focus on the conversation, until you realize you’re in Yoongi’s lap, his veiny hands dancing around your exposed thigh. He says something you can’t hear, so you tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder, whining out a slurred, “what!”

“You’re having too much fun.” He suppresses the urge to move his fingers higher, instead tracing lazy circles into your leg, making you twist in his lap, lips parting as you enjoy the sensation. Your body feels heavy from inebriation, so you lean your weight onto him more, focused on his cold rings against your warm skin.

You move your head closer to his. “You wanted to bring me here, right?” you laugh, and you swivel your body against him, grinding into his lap to the tempo of the music. Yoongi notices the others' heated stares, so he shifts his leg, pressing his hands into your thighs, opening your legs wider, and you’re too drunk to notice or care.

Yoongi tries to hold onto his thinning composure, how many times had he thought of you like this? So receptive and needy in his arms. He enjoys your torturous hip rolls, reveling in the fact that the sight tortures his audience even more. But you’re not really paying attention to that, your body only responding to how the music beat hits so well, his growing erection encouraging you to keep rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.

“Y/n, let's go dance!” Hoseok calls out to you over the music. His request pulls you from your trance. You sit up, shaking the clouded haze from your mind.

“Dance? Okay!” You let Hoseok pull you to your feet, stumbling slightly into him.

You turn to Yoongi, “You don’t mind, do you?” you ask, ready to start a fight. He glares at you. You sway on your feet and glare back. Such a brat, he thinks, you’ll just have to be taught a lesson later. Yoongi picks up his whisky and waves you off.

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The dance floor is hot and alive with writhing bodies. You let Hoseok roll his hips into you from behind, your own hips following his movements. His toned arms lock around you, holding you, as he pulls your body lower and lower, until you’re crouched to the floor, your bodies connecting again and again as he rubs his hardening bulge into your ass to the beat.

It feels so so good, his warm body on you, seeking pleasure from one another. Every roll and buck helps to release the frustration RM did to you.

Hoseok’s hands pull your dress higher so you can spread your knees wider. He holds the bunched up fabric to your core to keep what’s left of your modesty, and your arms reach behind you to hook around his neck to keep yourself steady.

Hoseok is such a good dancer, masterfully guiding your loose body. You pull and push each other along to the sensual music, shifting your weight against your combined center of gravity as your bodies heat up in each other’s embrace.

Hoseok moves the hair from your neck away, blowing air on the back of your neck. His hand cups your breast, fondling you out in the open, “You like when I do this to you, don’t you Dahlia?” You’re too drunk to catch the pseudonym he uses.

You close your eyes focusing on his hands groping your body, your fingers fisting into his hair, pulling him closer, and his tongue licks off the sweat on your neck. Hoseok knows all the ways to leave you delirious with lust, hands running up and down your body, massaging your curves and leading your hips to meet his. If he’s making you feel this good with your clothes on, you can only imagine how amazing he’d be in bed, hips rolling against you as he fills you up with his stiff cock...

You’re so focused on Hoseok you don’t realize another body moving closer to you, another pair of hands on you, until Taehyung presses himself into your front.

The music fills your head, the dirty words being sung encouraging you to release all your inhibitions. Your arms reach out to run up Taehyung’s abdomen, up and up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under your fingers.

He places your arms around his neck as he moves forward, his leg slotting between yours. With Hoseok grinding against your back and Taehyung rubbing against your front, you feel like you’re going to combust. The crowd around you is a blur, but everything about them feels so solid, so hard against you. Caged between them, you submit to every caress, every touch from both men.

Taehyung holds the back of your head to keep your eyes on him as Hoseok leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. Taehyung’s thumb caresses your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.” his mouth slides across your jaw, under your ear, licking and nibbling at your lobe, giving you goosebumps, “You’re the most beautiful woman here.”

You place your finger over his mouth pushing him away, too embarrassed to hear more, but your hips can’t help but push into him at the praise.

“Come with me,” he pulls you away from Hoseok, his friend winking at him behind your back, and you foolishly follow him through the sea of dancing bodies.

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Pulling you into a dark corner, he cages you in before you can protest. Lips finding your neck, hooking a finger under your choker, pulling up, forcing your neck to tilt so he can reach more skin. Even if you want more, you still have some sense left in you to know letting Yoongi’s friend do this to you in front of everyone is a bad idea. “W-wait. Yoongi will-”

Taehyung’s arm slams into the wall. The noise startles you into silence. It’s Yoongi, always Yoongi. What about him? He steadies his breathing after noticing your wide eyes.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” He leans onto the wall hovering over you, dark eyes peering down at you as he waits for your answer.

You feel your stomach drop under his intimidating gaze. “Should I know who you are?”

He answers your question with another question, “Do you know who Yoongi is? Do you really have no idea?” His interrogation takes you aback.

“He’s one of my...v-viewers...”

“Yes, who? You never thought to ask, baby?” Taehyung looks at you so accusingly, you feel ashamed that you can’t answer him.

“Who is he?” You ask.

He smiles, a twisted grin that makes you feel uneasy. Eyes lighting up darkly once his suspicions were proved right.

“How about this, since we both have so many unanswered questions, why don’t we play a game? I’ll answer one of your questions and then you answer one of mine. I’ll even let you go first.” His playful demeanor is back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“Who are you?”

Taehyung smiles wide. You asked the right question. “I go by V.”

What? “You’re V?”

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You log into the House of Cards website, open your account to a litany of unread messages. Your eyes skim through them, and one catches your eye. It’s V, the second highest donator from the other night’s stream.

V: you looked so beautiful the other night. I hope to see another broadcast soon...for next time?

V sent you an eighty dollar donation and a link to a lingerie set: pink lace, a sheer see-through pattern on the cups with a matching lace thong and garter belt.

You’ve bought lingerie for men before, for then boyfriends on your anniversaries or Valentine’s day dates, but you’ve never had a man buy you lingerie before. With shipping you’ll still have money left over, so you decide to add some more things in your basket to surprise him for being such a generous donor. It’s not because you had enjoyed his compliments the most during your stream, no. You found a cute pair of thigh high socks and some stick on rhinestones, coming up with a plan to get V’s attention. You squeal once the order goes through, ‘time to arts and craft in this bitch.’

You open his message again, fingers hovering over the keyboard, what should you say? Should you make it sound sexy or cute? ‘C’mon y/n, just flirt.’

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. Just for you sexy <3

Ew ew. No. Before pressing enter you delete the last sentence.

Dahlia: Thank you, V. I will wear it for my next broadcast. See you soon ;)

You go through all your messages, in a much better mood than you’ve been in a long time. You bop your head to the music that flows through your speakers in your living room while coming up with different replies to each new viewer.

It feels good to be stress free, you think, while sipping on cup ramen because you’re still waiting until your earnings clear your account to buy groceries. You’ve managed to answer every message when a new notification dings. V attached a picture.

V: I can’t wait.

Holy... A picture of a shirtless man from the neck down pops up. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s lean and toned, with defined pecs and v-line. Mmm. ‘V’ indeed. His jeans are unbuttoned. His legs spread wide, as if he were inviting you to sit on his lap.

You’re being catfished, you surmise. This man has to be using someone else’s pictures. Or he has a face only a mother could love. Either way, you’ll play with this fantasy. it’s not like you’ll actually ever meet in real life.

So you decide to play along, it’s not like you had work to go to, or anything to do really. Locked up in your tiny home alone and slowly going stir crazy would lead to some unfortunate decisions for you. One of the worst, allowing V to get so close to you.

Abandoning your snacks, you grab your laptop and run to the bedroom, jumping on your bed. Your laptop opens to another risque photo, his jeans zipped even lower. Hand grabbing a very defined bulge resting inside his pants leg. Well fuck.

Dahlia: is that really you?

V: yes baby

V: I wish you were here with me right now. I would make you feel so good, just like you deserve.

V: How about you, am I turning you on?

You clench your legs together instinctively.

Dahlia: you are.

V: are you touching yourself?

Should you lie? You could. But the pictures and his words are doing something to you, you feel jitters and a quick pace and a throbbing core. Suddenly you have an idea.

Dahlia: why don’t you see for yourself?

You create a private room, aim your camera down, mirroring the same angle in V’s picture and send the link to him. You pull the front of your sundress down to show more cleavage and the hem up to show more leg, and you wait.

There’s a notification: ‘1 new viewer.’

V: you look so pretty, you look like a doll

V: I wish I was there.

“Yeah? What would you do to me?”

V: I would spread your legs

You spread your legs at his words. Your stream plays in Taehyung's bedroom, he watches intently, and when your panties come into view he pulls his jeans down to his thighs freeing his hard erection, slowly stroking himself to the sight of your body.

V: fuck, so good baby. being so good for me.

V: I would take off your panties. slowly

You follow his commands and slowly remove your underwear. You like being told what to do, you imagine he’s on the bed with you, telling you everything, guiding your pleasure.

V: touch yourself for me

V: you’re wet already? how cute

V: that’s a good girl, just like that

V: imagine it’s me. my fingers stuffed inside of you, giving you everything you want

V: you’re mine and mine only

V: you’re going to be mine to kiss and fuck. I’ll take care of you baby doll, make you cum all over my fingers. You want that too?

V: you're so pretty baby, you like putting on a filthy show for me? desperate little girl

V: open your legs wider

V: doing so well for me, stay just like that. you’re driving me crazy

V: cum for me

You pulse, moaning out loud, reaching your high. When your lust filled haze clears you don’t feel dirty like before, you feel good. Even better when V sends you another eighty dollar donation.

Taehyung played sweet and affectionate very well. When talking to other House members you’d try your best to keep things as vague as possible, but sometimes you’d let certain things slip with V, and he always listened so well. Shit, he treated you better than your ex. He’d send you sweet messages, gifts, and the hottest body shots. He would do that often, it made you needy for more affection. He was a part of a small group of viewers that you’d offer special private streams to. Little did you know your carefree playdates were Taehyung’s obsessions.

---

Taehyung feels a special kind of gratification at the way you gawk at him, stunned into silence. “Now my turn,” Taehyung’s expression goes from playful to serious in an instant, “Why are you here with Yoongi?”

You swallow, this was V all along. You teetered between happiness and unease, you remembered all the sweet memories you had with him, but this man was still a stranger to you. He keeps staring at you, is this how he looked watching you through the computer screen? Fuck, your imagination could not have dreamed up a sexier man. Oh right, he is waiting for your answer.

You explain to him what happened, Yoongi recognizing you at your job, the agreement you made with him afterwards. Taehyung moves from hovering over you to standing by your side. He listens intently as his eyes scan the crowd. You watch the dancers as you sober up, observing the debauchery you had just been a part of. Taehyung hums as you finish your story.

“Who is-” Taehyung doesn’t let you finish, his eyes staring at the second floor’s balcony. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself. You looked so pretty up there, with my friend’s fingers inside you. You were being such a cute little slut.” His eyes roll back inside his head and he opens his mouth sighing.

He saw you. Did the others- “Did Yoongi see?!” you pull on his arm to get him to focus on you.

“No, he didn’t, just me. My turn!”

You felt tricked, using your question up already.

He turns to face you, leaning his side against the wall. You can't help but notice how he stares at you like he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze traveling down your body and pausing at every place your skin shows, your cleavage and your thighs. “He really worked you up, you looked so guilty when you came back,” Taehyung’s teasing tone back again, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi suspected something.”

Your eyes go wide with worry. “I’m willing to keep that secret for you if...” he bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I bet you’re still wet too. Can I have a taste?”

“R-right now?”

“Yes. That’s my turn again! And I’m waiting for my answer.” He gets closer to you, pressing up against you again, his hands brushing against your thigh. You look around, how far away are you from the crowd? How far away are you from Yoongi?

His lips brush against your temple as he leans his jaw against your forehead. “No one will see. Put your hands back on my shoulder, c’mon baby, be good for me.” His body blocks you from everyone’s view.

His head in your hair, taking a long inhale, breathing in your scent, Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your shaky arms obey him, laying loosely on top of his broad shoulders. You lay your head on his chest, even if his words come out smooth, his heart is racing as he moves quickly between your bodies, dipping his long fingers inside you. You try to bite back a moan, but it feels too good.

Taehyung feels like he’s going to burst. You’re so wet, dripping all over his hand. He tries to fight his urges, there’s so many things he wants to do to you. Your soft whimpers sound so beautiful, so much better in person. You’re his to play with, all his.

He groans, pushing you hard against the wall. He looks like he’s going to devour you, your body tenses and you clench around his fingers. It only encourages him on. You grip his shoulders as he drives his hand upward, fingers pushing into you deeply as you fight against gravity, forced to stand on your tiptoes, struggling against him as his mouth attacks your neck, biting down hard. It’s too rough, too fast. “Tae-V-stop!”

His entire body stills against you, except for his fingers, teasing you still as they steadily press around inside your walls. You try to come to your senses, but everything about him unravels you.

He whispers against your forehead. “Last round, baby doll.” His voice raspy and breathing heavy as he holds himself back from tearing the clothes off your body. “One more question for each of us. I know where RM is, do you want to know?”

'RM,' who told you to find him, and V, who knows where. You gasp and nod your head, waiting but Taehyung smiles down at you in silence, fingers sliding out of you, making you whimper and grip the wall for support when he finally gives you space. He stays quiet as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off his palm.

Your legs feel like jello, your body buzzes with each shameless lick as you watch him. You swallow the saliva accumulating in your mouth, pushing the lump in your throat down. You know what he wants. You played right into his trap, and the worst part is you want it too.

“Where is he?”

---

“If you think you’re going to keep her all to yourself you’re in for a rude awakening!” Jungkook grits out.

Yoongi sits quietly with his arms folded as Jungkook starts hurling accusations at him. Jin and Hoseok try to calm the youngest down, but it’s no use.

He grabs Yoongi’s collar, the action making Yoongi finally snap, and without warning Yoongi punches him squarely in the face. Yoongi had taken advantage of his friends holding Jungkook back and distracting him, satisfied when the young man recoils, stumbling back.

Before he can really lose it, Hoseok and Jimin drag Jungkook away, as the youngest screams all the ways he’s going to make Yoongi pay, not even aware of the blood leaking from his nose. Jin pulls Yoongi away in the opposite direction, “We need to talk.”

Jin walks Yoongi outside so they can both get some fresh air and clear their heads.

“He needs to learn not to disrespect his elders,” Yoongi mutters, wiping the blood off his knuckles.

“You know how he gets,” Jin counters, “Don’t act like you didn’t want that exact reaction from him. You were egging him on all night with y/n.”

Yoongi scoffs. He can’t stand how Jungkook acts like you belong with him. Jungkook is crazy. He’s too hot-headed and oversensitive, the complete opposite of Yoongi. The youngest suffers from inexperience and naivety. All that bark, and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you. No, Jungkook doesn’t deserve you, Yoongi thinks, he could never take care of you like Yoongi could.

“What exactly are you trying to accomplish? You brought y/n back and we’re all happy for that, but if Jungkook is right, then I’m going to have to agree with him, brother.” Jin squeezes his friend’s shoulder and Yoongi shakes him off.

“I wasn’t going to keep her locked away.” Yoongi says dismissively. Not that he didn't think once or twice about it.

“How gracious of you.”

“Listen, I found her. She chose me before and she’ll choose me again. The last time you were with her, what happened, Brother? Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook and even you can fight over her all you want. In the end, she will come back to me.”

Jin smiles, he will let Yoongi think that. “And where is your y/n now?”

“I’ll go find her,” Yoongi goes to leave, itching to get you by his side again.

Jin’s hand on his chest stops him. Jin can’t help but smile at his poor friend’s situation, he had been tricked by the two youngest, a plan they orchestrated themselves and everyone else went along with. But Jin couldn’t keep his friend in the dark any longer, especially when revealing the truth would make the aftermath that much more entertaining for Jin.

“I have to tell you something.”

---

You stand in front of the door Taehyung had led you to, your nerves on high alert. Taehyung stands behind you, humming to himself. His arm reaches over your shoulder to rapt three knocks on the door.

As the door knob turns, Taehyung exclaims behind you, “Oh! I forgot.” His long fingers cover your eyes, as he pulls your head back, your body stumbling and crashing against him.

“Taehyung!”

“Shh. Calm down, it’s more fun this way,” he whispers in your ear as you hear the door creak open.

“What do we have here?”

“I brought her for you,” Taehyung purrs. You can feel his chest puff up behind you, he’s ecstatic, you played his game so perfectly, he was so proud of you.

“Good boy.”

You feel fingers wrap around yours as Namjoon brings your hands to his lips, caressing your knuckles. “And what about you? Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

---

Jimin tends to Jungkook’s bleeding nose as Hoseok pours himself a drink. “Thanks for taking one for the team, Kookie.”

Jungkook keeps his head tilted back to stop the blood, glancing over to Hoseok, lips curving in a smile, he’s happy that he accomplished his part of the plan successfully, “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Jimin flicks him in the forehead. “No you’re not, unless you want y/n to never forgive you.”

“She won’t,” he pouts, “she acts like she hates him. I’ll be doing her a favor.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

---

The room is quiet, too quiet compared to the raucous party outside. So when Taehyung drags a chair from the corner of the room, the wood scraping against the floor sounds all the more foreboding. Goosebumps bloom on your body as if Taehyung dragged his fingernails along your skin instead.

You sit kneeling on the floor waiting, knees tucked underneath you. RM sits on the bed behind you, legs outstretched and you between them. You stare down at his shoes, shiny black loafers, and glance at his pants legs on either side of you. It's the first time you’ve ever seen a part of him. You want to look up so badly, the idea sits heavy on you, tensing every muscle in your body as you fight your curiosity. The only thing you want more is to find out what will happen if you obey them.

Taehyung pulls the chair right in front of you, facing the bed, you and RM. Another pair of shoes brush against your knees as Taehyung takes a seat.

RM’s fingers rest atop your head and keep your head tilted down while he waits for his friend to situate himself. Until eventually RM moves behind you, fingers fisting your hair and pulling you to your feet. “Go sit on his lap.”

Taehyung sits looking at you like he's just been given first place prize, smirking pridefully as you walk towards him on shaky legs. His shirt is already unbuttoned, tan skin and taunt muscles in full view. That's V, all right. Your insides ache for him, his seduction luring you in like a firefly to light.

Your dress stretches around your thighs as you straddle him, his hands grabbing at your ass and pulling your body into his.

You hear RM’s low voice growl behind you, “Kiss him.”

For a moment you think about the intense quiet man who brought you to this island, his piercing eyes flashing through your mind until Taehyung’s lips crash into yours and you can only think about how sweet the man devouring you tastes, and you kiss him back, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

His hands grope your body, pull your face closer, force away the fabric of your clothes. His touch is everywhere, keeping you distracted only on him as RM sets things up behind you.

RM pulls off his tie as Taehyung’s hands move to either side of your face, and he pulls you away from him, leaving one last peck on your lips, “You’re doing so well, baby doll. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“V...Taehyung, I-I’ve wanted this too.”

“Will you do what I say?” You feel RM’s hands unzip the back of your dress, the fabric lowers and exposes your chest. Taehyung’s grip on your face tightens as you’re momentarily distracted, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck RM while I watch.”

He what who?

Taehyung brings his hips up causing you to lose your balance when he senses your hesitation, his hard length rubs against your aching core, “Don’t you want to? You wanted so badly for me to take you to him, didn’t you? All you have to do is say yes.”

His thumb traces your jaw as RM lowers his black tie across your eyes. Your heartbeat races, your thighs clench around Taehyung’s legs making him moan and buck into your heat. You shudder and RM secures his tie behind your head with a tight knot.

“Tae...” your fingers tighten into the loose fabric of his shirt at your sudden loss in vision.

Taehyung clasps his hands around yours, holding your wrists together as RM presses himself against your back, and you feel ropes being wrapped around your wrists. “You’re so pretty like this, remember last time?”

You do remember. Fuck, how did you end up like this again? This is all Yoongi’s fault.

RM’s hand wraps around your neck and his deep voice speaks in your ear, “Answer him, baby girl.”

“I-I remember.” You want to cry, you want to cum, you want them to stop this torture.

“Let us make you feel good again,” Taehyung’s voice lowers even deeper than RM’s.

“I...okay.”

“You’ll let RM use you?” You nod your head, grateful you can’t see them. You let yourself hide behind the makeshift blindfold.

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it,” RM demands.

“I want you to use me,” you sit and wait, embarrassed the words left your mouth so easily. The lack of response makes your insides churn, you can’t see the way they smile at each other. If Yoongi wants to make you only his, they are just going to have to destroy you for any other man.

RM’s grip around your neck tightens, arm wrapping around your body as he lifts you off your feet. You land on the soft covers of the bed, you have no time to adjust to the drastic change of orientation before you feel harsh tugs as RM works to undress you, throwing the clothes over to Taehyung who takes his time breathing in your scent, licking the moistness from the fabric.

Namjoon pulls on the rope wrapped around your wrists placing them high above your head, his weight bears down on top of your leg as he grabs your other leg and spreads you wide. The way Taehyung moans reach your ears you suspect he has full view of your naked body. You wiggle against RM’s hold as best you can.

“Mmmm so needy and I’m not even doing anything yet.” RM’s hand leaves your wrists as he moves lower, resting his upper body on top of yours, effectively pinning your lower body down. Having full reign to play with you in this position, you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. Your tied hands explore the expanse of his back, his shoulders so wide you can’t reach around to end his teasing, you can only moan and whimper at his slow ministrations.

“Ahh so wet,” RM massages everywhere except the place you want him most.

This is mean, this is tortuous, you’ve obeyed them and they still tease you. You cry out in frustration, clenching every time his fingers poke at your hole, RM’s grip on your thigh is too tight to move even an inch. You shove his back with your tied hands and RM laughs.

“Tae, help me out.” You feel fingers finally pressing into your aching clit, rubbing slow circles, making you cry out. RM’s fingers continue to drag across your lips, gathering the wetness that drips from your core. They slowly and steadily work the tension out of you until you’re numb with pleasure.

You let out a scream when your orgasm finally hits you. After being tortured all night, teased until you were delirious, the release becomes so intense you black out, and when you come to RM is pumping his fingers into you roughly. Your body seizes up again, racing into another orgasm. He rocks his hand into you, thumb rubbing your sensitive hood, and you release again. But RM doesn’t stop. He takes and takes, leaving you breathless. The sounds of your wetness fills the room, mixing with Taehyung’s grunts and moans at your helpless state.

“I c-can’t...too sensitive!”

“This is what you wanted, for Daddy to use you. Take it.”

Your tied hands try to move RM’s body off of you, but he is like a boulder on top of your body, unaffected by your hits. You struggle until his pleasure overtakes the pain, and you fall back, losing yourself in the way his fingers fill you up, hitting the deepest parts of you so skillfully. You stop fighting and accept the power he holds over you, he is making you feel so good you want him to take it, the thought sends you hurtling into another orgasm, tightening again around his fingers.

He can feel how close you are. “Be a good girl and give me one more,” RM groans, “that’s it.”

You’re wailing in pleasure now, unable to stop your cries. Your weak body shaking in his grasp. You feel something wet hit your outstretched thigh. Taehyung’s deep grunts of release finally undoing the coil inside you, and you orgasm for a third time around RM’s fingers.

RM lets go of you finally and you lie boneless, breathing ragged, blind and numb to the world. The air feels cool on your sweaty body as you come down from your high. You feel the bed dip as RM joins you again. Before he had been fully dressed, now you can feel his warm skin against your slippery body.

He lays himself between your legs. His lips finally meet yours, they feel full. You moan into his mouth as his tongue plays with yours. You want to touch his face but your arms are still tied together, so you caress his hair instead, the back of his neck, his muscular shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can.

His hard length brushes against your oversensitive core, his mouth swallowing your whimpers as he pushes himself in. You’re so wet there’s no resistance, but the stretch still leaves you gasping. His thrusts are hard and deep, you focus on how the weight of his body feels on top of yours as he uses you to reach his high. “You’re taking Daddy so well, baby.”

“T-Thank you, Daddy,” you stutter out between moans.

RM holds your wrists down as he finishes, releasing deep inside you. You feel every pulse from his cock, the pressure almost becoming too much as he fills you up.

You hear the familiar scrape of the chair again as Taehyung comes closer, fingers wiping away the tears on your face making you feel cared for. You don’t see how he licks your salty tears off his hand.

RM lifts your tired body in his arms, cradling you to his chest. He puts you in his lap as he takes a seat in the vacant chair.

“Tae has been such a patient boy, I think it’s time for his reward.”

RM moves your body so your back is flush against his, pulling the rope on your hands around his head, locking your arms. His hand massages up and down your legs, putting his knees in between yours.

“Kneel.” You realize RM is addressing Taehyung. He spreads his legs to make room for Taehyung, forcing your legs open in the process.

“RM-” Namjoon places his hand over your mouth, the same way he did at the party, stifling your scream as Taehyung buries his face into your pussy.

Taehyung eats you out while RM keeps you open, until you’re shaking in his lap, until you can’t form anything coherent anymore, until you’re so sensitive Taehyung’s lips around your clit is the only thought in your head, the drag of his tongue pulling away from you the last thing you feel before exhaustion sends you into the deepest sleep of your life.

---

You wake up alone.

You pull the sheets closer to your naked body as you look around the vacant room. Everything is moved back to its place, floor empty. You search the ground for your clothes but there’s nothing there. You pull yourself out of bed, trying to ignore your aching joints and pounding head. You look for your clothes but there’s nothing. You search the entire room, the closet is empty, the dresser is empty, there’s not even a towel in the bathroom. Where the hell are your clothes?!

You make your way back into bed, pulling the covers over your body.

Oh fuck, what are you going to do?

What time is it? They just left you and took your clothes. What kind of sick game is Taehyung playing now? Tears well up in your eyes.

You feel more confused than ever, Taehyung had been so sweet to you before, you had often fantasized meeting him, but he was so different in person. You hadn’t expected this. He’s going to come back, right? Right?!

You are pulled away from your thoughts at the sound of the door creaking open.

“I see you’ve been a very bad girl.” Your eyes widen as Yoongi makes his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He looks as smug as ever, holding a hanger over his shoulder.

“A-Are those my clothes?”

“Are these the clothes I gave you last night? No, looks like you fucked yourself out of those.” You pull the bedsheet closer to you, gritting your teeth, blinking away your tears.

“Yoongi...”

“Hmm?” He leans against the bedpost, the clothes hanger hanging off one finger. You want to punch him, but you know you're walking on thin ice already.

“P-please help me.”

“You lost the clothes I got you. Why should I give you more?” You can tell he’s itching to humiliate you.

“So you’re just going to leave me here naked?!” you yell at him.

His eyes narrow. He grabs the bedsheet and pulls, dragging it off your body before you can stop him. You wrap your arms around your chest and pull your legs together.

“I should, after what you did!” Yoongi screams, “Whoring yourself out to my friends. Two at the same time, enjoy yourself? Fucking slut.” His words sting you. How could you fuck up so badly, you just let yourself become overtaken by lust.

“Now look at you. You let them take advantage of you. They used you and they left you with nothing. What would you have done if I didn’t find you?” He crosses his arms, his cold eyes glaring at you.

You burst into tears. Is he right? Is that what they did to you? “I’m-s-so-sorry,” you manage to say between sobs.

He sighs, “I’m here now.” You need him, he’s going to make you see that. He moves closer, lifting your chin to look at him. “If they had taken this,” his hand brushes your choker, “I would have killed them.”

You look at him pleadingly, trying to silence your sniffles. He offers you the clothes hanger, “Change into this.”

---

You unzip the clothes bag and pull out a dress with a light flowery pattern. The fabric is sheer and flowy. The matching lingerie set is pastel pink and strappy. Well, even if he is an asshole at least you can count on Yoongi to make you look good. You clean up your makeup and style your hair as best you can in the empty bathroom, removing what's left of the smudged dark eyeshadow, pushing thoughts from last night away. The more you try to make sense of what transpired, the more confused you become, and remembering just makes you feel hot all over.

Yoongi pushes himself off the wall when you open the door.

There is still music playing, still people dancing, a lot less than the night before, but you’re amazed there are any at all.

“Does the party ever end?” you think out loud.

“Only if you want it to.”

Yoongi leads you outside. When you reach the backyard you realize the party truly never really ended, only moved. Partygoers lounge by the pool, drinking and eating.

“Is that a fucking mermaid?” Girls dressed up in tails lay about the pool, you're about to run towards them when Yoongi pulls you away from the pool. “Let’s eat before you decide to go make friends.”

You walk in step. He looks put together as always, wearing simple light clothes, a white shirt tucked into tan pants, an unbuttoned collared shirt on top.

“Is everyone here a House member?” You ask, finally sober enough to start learning some things.

“Yes, I thought it was obvious. It’s nothing official. Just a get-together after our quarterly meeting, something for our investors.”

Right, never did you just have a ‘get-together’ like this. It's annoying how out of touch they are.

You see the familiar faces of his friends sitting in a secluded area. Before you and Yoongi get within earshot he grabs your arm.

“If Taehyung and Jungkook try to touch you again, let me know, will you?”

Wait, Jungkook is RM? What? No way, that doesn’t make any sense. He can’t be, he was downstairs when you first met RM. But why does Yoongi think you fucked him? Jungkook is not RM. Though, you remember how he never spoke to you.

His grip on you tightens when you don’t answer, “Y/n…”

“Okay, okay.”

---

Jungkook watches you and Yoongi whispering to one another. You look flustered when Yoongi places a soft kiss on your cheek before breaking away.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples to take the tension away. When he looks up again, Yoongi and you are walking towards the group, your eyes fixated on...him? Jungkook breaks eye contact and looks back at you...and you’re still staring at him. He keeps eye contact with you, face going redder and redder.

He watches as you greet his friends, eyes glancing his way too frequently to call it a coincidence. What the fuck did Yoongi tell you to make you look at him like he grew three heads?

---

“I’ll be right back.” Yoongi makes his way to the far end of the party where Seokjin is talking to another man. You watch as Yoongi embraces the stranger, it’s one of the few times you’ve seen Yoongi smile, not a self satisfied smirk or a threatening grin, but a genuine smile showing off his gums that make the intimidating man look actually cute. The stranger gives him a dimpled smile in return.

“Who’s that with Seokjin?” you ask Jimin.

He looks over to where you're pointing, Jimin's expression full of mirth, “That’s Namjoon, looks like he made it to the party after all.”

“Oh.”

Jimin pulls on your arm, turning you to him, “Let’s go swimming!”

“Oh, but I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s okay, you can go in your underwear,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you giggle.

“I’ll, um, be right back,” Jimin whines as you get up, and you promise him it will only take a minute. You know you’d never get a chance to talk to Jungkook with Yoongi by your side, the two of them seem to have an odd tension between them. But now that Yoongi is distracted with Seokjin and Namjoon, it’s the perfect opportunity.

“Er hello?”

Jungkook’s wide doe eyes looks up at you. “Hello...”

Okay, he definitely doesn’t sound like RM. “Hi, I didn’t get to talk to you last night. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hi.”

“...hi.”

This is painfully awkward. You study his frame...he is built. The tank top he’s wearing shows off his broad shoulders and muscular tattooed arms, he looks strong like how you imagine RM. Maybe if you kiss him...

Jungkook watches as you peer over his back. “Dahlia…”

“Hmm? Oh, just call me y/n.” you insist, the alias making you feel self-conscious.

“I missed talking to you...so much.”

“We talked?” Is he really RM? No, it doesn’t feel like him at all.

Jungkook bites his lower lip. His front teeth pressing into his round lips makes him look cute, you think, like a scared rabbit.

“Yes, we used to talk a lot, before...” he bites back the words so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable. “My username is..” Ugh, Jungkook can’t believe he’s saying this to you out loud, why did he have to choose such a dumb username? “PlayboyJK.”

“Oh, oh! I remember you!” You remember your conversations with him. He was a good tipper, a bit unconventional in his requests, but he was always one of the first viewers to your stream.

“Honestly, I can’t believe you would watch me.”

“Why?”

“You’re just so...handsome? I’m just surprised, I guess!”

Jungkook’s ears go red at the compliment. You’re so perfect, you’re a goddess. He’d watch you all day every day, he’d watch you sleep. How could you think he wouldn’t want to watch you?

“I think you’re so beautiful, I like you a lot.”

“T-Thank you,”

“Are you going to start streaming again?

“Ha no no. I put all that behind me. Well, I thought I did,” you say after noticing Jungkook’s confused expression. “Um, it’s a long story.”

“Oh, you don’t have to join again. I could, um, pay you directly.”

“You’d pay me? For what?” you laugh, but you're curious to hear his answer.

“For anything, I’d pay you...just be with me.” you look into Jungkook’s wide eyes, so determined. Maybe if Yoongi had asked you this way, you would have considered it.

“I-HEY!” You squeal as Hoseok lifts you out of your seat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look of dismay as he pulls the younger man to his feet too.

Somehow you ended up in the pool with your dress still on. The sheer fabric doing little to hide the lingerie underneath for all the men to see.

---

The sun has already left the horizon while you sit on the deck of Yoongi’s yacht, drying off your body from the day's watery fun. You listen to the waves hit the walls of his boat as it sloshes around in the water, the rhythm like a whispering melody. The twilight casts everything in blue, the smell of salt and fresh air along with sound of the sea's waves is just so relaxing. What you wouldn't give to experience this all the time.

“Come back with me.” Yoongi's hushed voice breaks your trance.

“And be what, your personal servant?" you scoff, "I don’t think so.”

"What about those girls at the party? You could be like them, always having fun, the center of attention."

You bite your lip. "I don't want that." You wonder if Yoongi will believe you when you don't even believe yourself.

"Or I could just give you all my attention." He gets closer to you. "All this could be your life."

"Maybe I like my life-"

Yoongi laughs at you, earning himself a glare.

"Or I could just keep you here." He smirks down at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t dare me.”

You stop glaring at him, turning your head away. You watch the lights on the mansion turn on as the night settles in.

“Do you really want to go back to that boring job?” You roll your eyes at his words. “Don’t you want more? To have fun? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I don’t think you could give me everything."

"Just try. You can always go back, I’m sure that manager friend of yours would rehire you."

You sigh, breathing in deep the salty air.

“I would have to put in my two weeks...”

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Hobi’s scene was fun to write, I haven’t been to parties or dancing in so long I was like what the hell happens again? Now I wanna dance! Reader who said Yoongi will throw her into the sea last chapter you made me laugh so hard I almost considered making him do that lol. I guess there’s still some time to piss him off enough! Do you believe Yoongi? What do you think (or want) to happen next? <3

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7:07 PM - Seokjin

(A/N: for the anon requesting first time with Jinnie 💚)

Dear diary,

I haven't been happy in a long time. Things feel too routine, too mundane to feel something as sharp as happiness. It feels like every day is the same and I'm stuck in a rat trap alone. Alone, it's a fun word to say and a terrible feeling to experience. I don't like being alone but I'll never say that aloud, isn't that the difference between being an adult and a child?

Whatever - 10/07/2021

Dear diary,

Journalling my life was a dumb idea, it feels self important. Anyway, I went to dinner with a friend and then went to the movies alone. There's that word again.

Bye - 10/15/2021

Dear diary,

I met a guy. He's really pretty and he's tall and he looks vaguely familiar, like I've seen him in a dream before. That's all I'll say for now, I don't want to jinx it.

Hopefully I won't? - 10/30/2021

Dear diary,

We're seeing each other for the third time this week. He feels important, to me and for me. He mentioned being pretty introverted, I wonder if he's lonely too. He's waiting downstairs so I'll make this short- I hope I get to keep him.

Will update later - 11/17/2021

Dear diary,

Here's your update: I think we're together? We've kissed, he pays for my dinner, he holds my hand. He's letting me cook him dinner for the first time tonight. Maybe today's the day I get to keep him for more than a couple of hours. I hope it is- hope is a word that keeps replacing alone in my life. Hope and Seokjin are the two things circling my mind at all hours. I'm making him lamb even though I barely know how to follow a recipe.

Wish me luck - 12/12/2021

"Stop staring at me, you're going to distract me," You mumbled, frowning down at the pot of lamb stew in front of you. You had followed the recipe carefully, adding on an extra hour to the original cook time. Seokjin had shown on time, as always, but didn't mind much when you mentioned the delay.

In fact, you'd say he was enjoying it a little too much from the way he had been watching you the entire time. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, a pleased looking smirk on his face. Whenever you took the time to look up at him there he was, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Trust me, I'm not staring at you with the intention of distracting you," He said quietly. You shot him a questioning look only to be deflected with ease, "Are you sure I can't help you?"

"No," You said quickly, "It's done, I'm just being picky about the plating."

"You could give me food in a dog bowl and I'd be grateful," He reminded gently, taking a slow sip of his wine.

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks and shook your head, carrying both of your plates to your dining room table, "I want it to look nice."

The food was good. Seokjin told you so, he was extremely flattering and maybe even a little exaggerative, but it made you happy nonetheless. He strong armed you into letting him do the dishes and made you laugh the entire time, making stupid little jokes about random things you had never thought of before.

"Time for dessert, I have ice cream?" You asked, clapping your hands together excitedly. Seokjin tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes slightly. The smile on your face slid off slowly, mirroring his tilt.

"I'm not in the mood for ice cream," He sighed, stepping closer to you. You pouted, oblivious to the way his large hands wrapped around your body, resting at the small of your back comfortably. You pushed your palms flat against his chest, trying to rack your brain for alternatives that would require him to stay, just for a bit longer.

The material of his sweater was soft, the light blue shade complimenting his fair skin in a way that only made you more nervous. How was he this pretty up close?

"I think there's chocolate in the pantry," You thought aloud, frowning slightly.

"That's not what I want," Jin argued, and then his lips were on yours.

You've kissed Jin before. The first time, it was when he brought you coffee on your lunch break at work. The second time was three seconds later when he dragged you to the stairwell so your coworkers couldn't see you two making out like teenagers. The point is, you've kissed Jin before, but nothing ever felt like this. This was slow, slower than slow.

It was snow melting, chocolate glaze pouring over sweet confections. It was a gentle breeze with a violin solo. He took his time with you, soft pillowy lips on yours as gently as a feather. He kissed you sweetly at first, pulling away for a moment to adjust his grip on you. Kissed you again, just as slowly but less gentle, a firmer intention to his movements. It felt like the room was spinning and you slid your hands up from their place on his chest to wrap your arms around his neck, trying desperately to keep him close.

His grip on you grew stronger, lips parting just slightly. You felt his tongue lick into your mouth, tentatively at first. He felt warm against you, a soft landing for you to fall on. Kissing didn't always feel like this. Sometimes, you kissed someone and wondered if you should wash your hair that night when you got home. Sometimes, you'd be thinking about whether or not you turned the gas off as you kissed a man. Not with Seokjin- no, with him, when he kissed you, he demanded your full and complete attention.

You couldn't keep up with him, his lips moving too quickly to take control of the situation. His hands were everywhere on your body, maneuvering you in ways you couldn't predict. He was too smooth, pushing and pulling you like a wave. You weren't sure how you got here, you weren't even sure how long it had been but you were on top of him in bed and your shirt was nowhere to be seen.

"You have no idea how much I want you," He mumbled, running a light touch over your features like he aimed to trace them.

You quirked your eyebrows and laughed awkwardly, dipping back down to kiss him quickly before you forgot what it felt like. "Oh, so think I have a good idea. You chose me over ice cream. Seriously, who does that?"

Jin laughed, curling his fist around loose tendrils of your hair, "I must have lost my mind."

"Insane," You agreed, sounding out the word against his lips. Seokjin's arms continued to caress your body with ease, languid touches enough to send a hum of arousal on the surface of your skin. You were thrilled to have him this way, excited beyond belief but nothing felt urgent. Every move he made felt permanent as he traced unhurried patterns and shapes on your side.

His fingers traced down your spine to the waist of your pants, tugging at them gently, "Wanna take these off?"

You countered by grabbing the collar of his sweater, hooking one finger around the hem and pulling it down enough to reveal his collarbone, "Only if you do too."

He smiled and nodded, the two of you undressing quickly. Jin's eyes locked on your body, a tentative hand reaching out to touch your newly exposed skin, "You're perfect- of course you are."

You laughed lightly, thinking how ironic it was that someone like him was saying that about you. Him, with his straight shoulders and strong arms. His study looking abs and solid waist- nothing about him looked weak. You wanted him on you, against your skin again. As if he could read your mind, Seokjin hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you to him, brushing your hair behind your ear, "How do you want this to go?"

You hummed in response, looking up to meet eyes with him, "I just want you to stay with me."

"I will, I'm yours." He assured in a quiet, comforting tone. "I don't want to rush things, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about you underneath me often."

"What did you imagine me doing?" You asked quietly, hand snaking down to squeeze him through the soft material of his boxers. His lips parted slightly, a stuttering breath releasing that gave you the confidence to continue. You pushed your hand under the material and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock, pleased by the circumference.

He didn't say anything, mouthing at your skin while you stroked him to full mast. You took your time, exploring unfamiliar territory. You felt heat gather in your lower belly as Jin sucked bruises into your collarbones, tightening your hand around him as he began to slowly thrust his hips up to match your pace. You could practically feel the tension rising in his body, the moment building slowly until he couldn't take it anymore. The two of you rocked against each other steadily, weighed down by a comforting gravity.

"Get on the bed," Jin ordered, voice ragged.

You nodded, pulling your hand off of him. You weren't moving fast enough for him and you could feel the heat of his front against your back, pushing you lightly so that you were bent over on the bed. Your feet remained planted on the ground, elbows locking to catch your fall before you landed face first onto the soft comforter. Jin's knee pushed between yours, adjusting you so that your legs were spread wide enough for him to fit between them.

For a moment, you thought he'd cut straight to the chase. Plenty of men had done it like that in the past, skipping foreplay altogether, which is why it surprised you when you felt Jin yank your panties down to your ankles and a wet stripe being licked across your center. You yelped out in surprise, back arching as Jin sucked on your clit. It was almost overwhelming, the way he went in for the kill almost immediately- completely opposite to his paced motions from before. You moaned loudly, reaching behind you to fist his hair harshly. You pushed him closer to you and spread your legs more, cheek pressing against the bed sheets beneath you. His lips pulled at your clit, tongue teasing, seeking it out with precision. You felt your vision black out around the edges, heart pounding loudly.

"J-Jin," You moaned, voice broken in sheer and genuine pleasure. You cried out for more, as if you could handle it before tipping over the edge, cumming against his lips loud and hard.

Jin swallowed your orgasm completely, waiting until your thighs stopped shaking before daring to pull away, kissing the soft flesh of your ass, "That's what I imagined."

"You have a good imagination," You panted, catching your breath.

The sound of Jin pushing his boxers down caught your attention and you reached to your bedside table, pulling out a condom from the top drawer and throwing it at him. He didn't move and you looked at him in confusion, met with his amused expression.

"Medium?" He quipped, raising his eyebrows slightly as he held the small foil packet up. You raised your eyebrows in retaliation and he sighed, walking to his pants and pulling out another condom from his pocket, "You're gonna have to size up now that you have me."

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks but brushed the comment off, laughing awkwardly instead as you watched him roll the thin material over his hard and leaking cock. Jin gripped one of your hips with his large hand, steading you slightly before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. He pushed in smoothly, his slow movements returning to frustrate you entirely. You exhaled slowly- you felt the sting of him stretching you out, but kept going because the pleasure outweighing the burn significantly.

"You're fucking huge," You whined once you felt his hips touch your backside, finally fully inside of you.

"Does it hurt? Take it easy, do whatever feels good to you," He asked nervously, hands petting the skin he could reach.

You rolled your eyes and pushed your ass flush against him, wiggling slightly, "Fuck me."

You shifted forwards and backwards, fucking yourself on his cock for a moment while Jin grunted, adjusting to the feeling of your tight pussy latched around him. Eventually, he began moving too and his hips grabbed onto yours, controlling your every motion. He sped up, pumping his cock inside of you.

"Is that good?" He asked, hand wrapping around to your front. The base of his palm dug into your lower stomach, pressing on your bladder and making you feel even more full. You moaned as the pads of his fingertips grazed your still sensitive clit, bucking against his touch.

"So good," You nodded, hair covering your face completely.

Your back arched delicately, shoulder blades raising as your head dropped. He pushed in harshly, hand leaving your hip in favor of sliding up your back, pushing down on your spine until he reached the nape of your neck, gripping your shoulder with his thumb pressing into the hollow of the space where your neck met your skull. Your breathing grew heavier, more labored and the heat of his palm against your skin made you sweat.

His other hand kept it's pace up against your clit, a whine escaping your lips as he moved against you. Your chest rubbed against the material of your sheets, friction stimulating your nipples. You reached behind you, nails digging into the side of his thigh. You could feel him trembling on top of you, appreciating the view of your body stretched out beneath him. You whispered his name repeatedly like a mantra, spurring him on until he came with a loud groan.

Seokjin thrust forwards, the pace of his hips uneven and untrackable as he rode out his orgasm. You followed him closely behind, collapsing onto the bed without his hands holding you up. You caught your breath for a moment, brain scrambling to catch up with what just happened while Jin shed the condom around his softening cock, tying it off efficiently, and hunting down a trashcan.

You stared at him as he walked back in, hand scratching at his chest idly. He met your stare and smiled easily, flopping down on the bed next to you as if he had done it a million times. He kissed the bridge of your nose, wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you staying?" You asked, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Jin laughed, "Oh yeah, I'm staying. You're gonna have to kick me out, that's how long I'll be staying."

"That's fine," You smiled, "We can shower and then watch a movie and then go to sleep and then wake up and make breakfast and then-"

"Yeah, yes- all of that, but first, dessert." He interrupted, completely unfazed by your extensive agenda.

You smiled, laughing softly, "Yes, first dessert."

You two ate the ice cream in bed and then showered and then got through exactly 32 minutes of the movie until Seokjin fell asleep. You untangled yourself from him on the couch, padding over to an all too familiar leather journal. You stared at it for a moment, picturing yourself throwing it away because journalling was so stupid. So, incredibly, stupid.

Instead you picked up a pen and scribbled something down, just for good luck.

Dear diary,

Did you wish me good luck? It worked. The lamb was okay but Seokjin is amazing- perfect, in fact. I hope I get to keep him, and if I do, I'm definitely never showing him this stupid journal. No, I'm definitely burning this thing.

Sorry not sorry - 12/12/2021

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