#not sorry to the one wrestling mutual here

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Memory Reboot x2

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader

SUMMARY: After wrestling with the lingering thoughts of Bateman, you finally found yourself open to Paul Allen's offer — a life-changing opportunity. But despite your resolve, you couldn't shake the need for closure. Determined, you sought one last encounter with Patrick, intent on resolving the unsaid and the undone before the cityscape of New York faded into your past.

CONTAINS: Smut, angst, mutual pining, obsessive behavior, desperate & sensual foreplay, anal fingering, pegging, sex toys, face riding, penetrative sex, rimming (Patrick receiving), oral sex (69, blowjobs), edging, biting, spanking, cum shot, masturbating, praise kink, body worship, drug usage, pet names, dirty talk, needy Patrick, misogyny, swearing, gaslighting, manhandling, mind manipulation.

WORDS: 8.7k

SONG REC: VØJ, Narvent — Euphoria

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm sorry it took me quite long to write this, I hope you like it! If you find any mistakes regarding gn!reader, please let me know!

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [CHAPTER 1].

The clock’s ticking was the only sound in the opulent meeting room of Pierce & Pierce office. Your heart seemed to beat to the rhyme of ticking, while you were nervously spinning the thin cigarette in your hands but never really trying to actually smoke;  the glass ashtray in front of you would probably be left empty till the end of the day. It was even funny how drastically things changed after that…moment of privacy you shared with Bateman. Starting from that, you couldn’t really get him out of your head, even though it has already been several weeks of your pretending game of “nothing had happened” between you and Patrick. It was a matter of time, when your colleagues would start to notice your strange behavior whenever you and Bateman were in one room. 

Squeezing the cigarette between your shaky fingers, you turned around in the leather chair to look at the New York skyline through the wide window. ‘That it is not an exit,’ echoed in your ears and you tried to shake the nervousness off from your tense shoulders, but the more you were being alone, the more surrounding space was weighing on you as if you were on the very bottom of the Pacific ocean. 

The moment the door swung open and Timothy Bryce entered the meeting room, you were more in control of yourself. “Hey, Tim. Haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Sorry, (y/n). Had a business call with some delusional prick.” Bryce snarled and took a seat across from you.

“Delusional prick?”

"Yeah, you know...delusional," he chuckled and glanced at the cigarette in your hand, which was still more like an accessory. "The guy thought I gave a fuck about his life and his wife, who used to be a whore, by the way."

With a soft snicker, you made yourself more comfortable in your chair, throwing one leg over another. “Wanna smoke?”

“Yep,” he leaned over the table to take the cigarette, your fingers touched for a moment but none of you paid attention. “So, what happened? Why did you want to see me?”

Confused, you took a moment to think about your answer. You worried a lot about picking the right words, but now you were even more anxious. ‘I just need to tell him the truth and that’s all,’ you reassured yourself before turning to face Tim. “Well, the thing is - I’m quitting P & P.”

Tim’s face remained unchanged for a second, but then the man furrowed his brows, tilting his head and rubbing his ear as if he didn’t hear. “You're what? Quitting?”

"Right," you gave him a half-smile and continued. "Recently, I received a very... very good offer from one company in Chicago."

“Jesus Christ. Chicago? Really?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Bryce lit the cigarette and leaned back in his chair. “Who the fuck even gave you this idea? And why so sudden? You have such a good job here, with a good salary and…” He paused and blew a few rings of smoke. “Do those bastards pay well?”

Laughing heartily, you crossed your arms over your chest and watched the smoke dividing the room in two with a white veil. “So many questions. Are you interested in leaving Pierce & Pierce too?”  That was not a serious question, since you knew that Bryce was more than satisfied with his job. “If I say who recommended that place to me, will you keep it a secret?” Tim nodded even before you could say something else. “I was at one P&P party, that one you decided to skip a week ago. So, there I met Paul Allen and we talked a bit and he mentioned that he just came back from his business trip from Chicago…we had a long conversation, but as a result he proposed to me to think about the option to change my current job.”

All the time while you were speaking, Tim was glancing at you with wide open eyes, his prominent brows curling up and down whenever you mentioned Paul Allen’s name. It was always funny for you to watch Bateman & Co getting so frustrated and annoyed whenever Allen was around or whenever someone discussed his success with having the Fisher account. To say the least, his ability to get a reservation at Dorsia. ‘I’m not gonna tell any of them that Allen offered me dinner in Dorsia after that party.’

“So you were unsatisfied with your job all this time and didn’t say anything? That sucks, (y/n). Didn’t expect that to come, not gonna lie,” Bryce made a low sound which was very similar to growling, but at the same time it also sounded like a scoff. “But, if that really is what you want, then who am I to judge you? We have only one life to fulfill all our needs, right?”

Timothy’s statement was like a balm to your soul, that was exactly what you hoped he would tell you and when he did, you felt some kind of relief washing over you like a breeze of fresh air.

“Thank you, Tim,” you finally grinned and put your elbows on the table. “Glad you didn’t start to read me notations.”

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“Him?” You squinted and tilted your head; your intuition was screaming that something was so damn wrong.

“Bateman,” with a sly smile, Bryce put the cigarette out in a glass ashtray; his glance was eloquent but you never really managed to read it. “I bet he will be upset. Very upset.”

“Bryce ” you rolled your eyes. ‘Is he lying or…?’ That question remained unspoken. “Leave these cheesy jabs to yourself, okay?”

Tim only laughed at your weak attempt to threaten him and stood up from the table. “You know, I saw him with Jean in Arcadia last night…” Now this information could come in handy… “I think they had some kind of date or something, huh,” he chuckled again and fixed his tie, giving the picture on the opposite wall a scrutinizing glance. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but something is definitely happening. In my opinion, you should tell him about your…unexpecting leaving, you know.”

Before you could respond, Timothy Bryce looked at you one last time and left the meeting room. Now, you were left alone but not really alone as the weight of the newfound information lay on your shoulders like two massive dumbbells. ‘If everything is too obvious for Bryce, what other things might the others think about me and Bateman?’ That was a rhetorical question mostly, but still you couldn’t even get up from the chair, sensing the strange, chilling fear inside your chest—what if you were mistaken with accepting the offer of a new job?

Gritting your teeth, you snarled and almost kicked the table from beneath, your palms were clenching and unclenching, thankfully no one could see you like this. Swiftly but nervously, you finally stood up and headed out from the meeting room, striving to avoid any of your soon-to-be-ex colleagues on your way to Bateman’s office. 

How many times have you rehearsed the words you were going to say while you were walking up there? Countless. But still, when you entered Patrick's office and saw his lovely secretary, everything inside you froze - words, emotions, even your breath.

“Hi, Jean,” you mumbled, with a half-smile on your slightly tensed face. “Looking good.”

“Uh, thank you,” the blonde woman replied and fixed the stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

As soon as you heard the echo of Patrick's voice through the office door, a lump formed in your throat and you had to cough several times because of the unpleasant dryness.

“Well,” you paused and glanced at the closed door with a nameplate ‘Patrick Bateman’ on it. “You would help me a lot if you let me have a private conversation with your boss.”

“Patrick is,” her voice suddenly wavered, implying that something was wrong. “He’s busy right now.”

“Oh,” you stepped back involuntarily. “Okay, I can come later.”

“No,” Jean replied curtly. “I’m sorry, but today is not an option at all.”

‘Is that some kind of joke?’ You hummed to yourself, already regretting coming here in the first place. “All right then. Have a nice day, Jean.” Turning around you already stepped out from the office when you head her voice:

“(Y/n), wait. Oh, I hope I pronounced your name correctly.” She blushed once you came back inside. “I think I can tell him about your visit, when he will be less busy.”

That offer was not something you would expect. “Actually, that would be nice,” you clicked on your tongue, considering your next steps. “Tell him that I have a reservation at Dorsia at eight o’clock–”

“Today?” Her question cut off your bluffing. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

You just grinned politely in return. “Yep, today. Tell him…that I need to talk with him about business and stuff. And, that it would be probably the last chance for him to catch up with me.” Jean’s eyes widened for a moment, but you reassured her instantly. “No drama, just changing my job.”

“Uh, that was probably a tough decision?”

“Not really,” you winked at her and crossed your arms over the chest. “But don’t tell him about that, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She tried to hide her confusion behind a warm smile but failed. “I’ll tell him that you will be waiting for him at Dorsia tonight and that this conversation is very important.”

“Uh-huh,” you hummed and for a moment just stood there, looking at the closed office door. “Thank you, darling. For everything.”

You made a special accent on the word ‘darling’, purposely embarrassing her and leaving no room for any questions and other stuff that would make a current situation even more fucked up. 

After you left Bateman’s office you had to find Allen as only half of what you told Jean was actually bluffing—you knew that Paul had a reservation at Dorsia tonight, considering he was inviting you for dinner. Allen’s strange interest in you wasn’t your top priority at that moment but using it for your sake was something you couldn’t deny at such a situation. So when you finally found Paul in one of the meeting rooms, you persuaded him to give you that reservation, explaining that you wanted to show one of your colleagues Dorsia before you would leave New York and move to Chicago. And even though everyone would find out that that colleague was Patrick Bateman, you wouldn't’ care since you would be far away from here.

A few hours later, the melodious voice of Whitney Houston reverberated off the walls of the opulent living room in Bateman's apartment, the lyrics of "I Wanna Dance with Somebody," which Patrick knew perfectly, striking a chord in his chest every time the song came on.

But today everything was different.

Everything, except some random blonde bimbo who was on her knees between Bateman’s spread legs, sucking his thick cock but not actually giving him any pleasure. Frustrated, the man tugged on her hair without any compassion, bringing her closer, so her nose was almost brushing against his hairy pubis. But almost immediately, the woman began to whimper and claw at the perfect skin of his hips, and he didn't like it.

“What? Already tired?” Bateman sneered and fixated the blonde’s head in one place for a moment by her neck. “Or is that your first time? Then, I’m so fucking honored!"

As soon as the man let the blonde go, she pushed him away and sat back on her ass, breathing heavily. “Are you crazy?” the bimbo inquired and pressed a hand to her half-exposed breasts, her whole appearance looked messy. “I was about…t-to choke on your fucking dick!”

Sighing, Bateman rolled his eyes and just stretched out on the couch, lazily stroking his half-hard shaft. "So, this is your first time?" The woman hesitated to answer, which only made Patrick mock her even more. "Did you tell me that you have a boyfriend? And he works at P&P, right?"

Wiping her mouth with undisguised contempt, the blonde started to get up, but Patrick stepped on the hem of her dress and she almost fell. "Marcus! Stop it!"

"Uh, look at you," the man chuckled, watching her feeble attempts to get up. "Such a pathetic little bitch, pathetic and greedy," the man added, giggling. "Ready to give head to every vice president at Pierce & Pierce! Your boyfriend should be so proud of you."

The woman was on the verge of tears when Bateman finally allowed her to get up and collect her things. She had been in such a hurry that she had left her panties on the glass coffee table. All this gave Patrick much more pleasure than the blonde's inexperienced blowjob.

"Ask your boyfriend to teach you how to suck dicks," he blurted out as the woman rushed into the hallway, rifling through her purse looking for something. "Since he's probably a pro at that sort of thing."

But the girl was already gone. So the man could only laugh to himself, so proud of his cheeky jabs, if only he didn't feel like a schoolboy dreading his upcoming meeting with his teacher. With a heavy sigh, Bateman closed his eyes for a second, his cock was already soft, but his sac were still tense and full of his cum; he felt too unsatisfied with himself, which only made things worse.

What was it even for?

The man could just take some coke, lie down on his bed, close his eyes and think of you—that was enough for him to cum so hard that he had to go to the laundry almost every day because he ran out of sheets. But today was different, considering that Patrick was going to meet you, and not just anywhere, but in fucking Dorsia. It seemed that everyone in this town could get a res there, but not him.

Biting his lower lip, the man looked down at the throbbing cock in his hand - the mere thought of you was making him horny as hell. "Shit…" If only he could reboot his memory and get rid of that scene in the Tunnel. If only. Meanwhile, the Whitney Houston tape continued to play the song "Where Do Broken Hearts Go". Bateman doubted he would be able to masturbate, he was too nervous and stressed out, even imagining you while that bitch was giving him head didn't work. Although it usually did. "Dorsia, huh," the man giggled nervously and checked his Rolex - he still had plenty of time. As if spellbound, Patrick slid to the floor and kicked off his leather shoes, his red tie already loosened and his pants hiked down. Leaning against the couch, Bateman threw his head back and began to jack off, recalling the forbidden, sinful sensations of your hand sliding along his hot flesh. "Mmm-fuck," he moaned and shivered, his free hand already gripping the edge of the white couch, several beads of sweat running down his tense temples. What if today he finally found the courage to confess? Confess that all these days had been a fucking torture for him, that he was ready to crawl on the walls from how much he longed for you, not even physically, but mentally. Maybe, just maybe, your reassurance that everything was not over for him, that maybe he still had a chance to have some normalcy in this cruel world—could change everything?

"Fuck, f-fuck!" Patrick cursed, sensing that his impending orgasm was slipping away from him just by reflecting on the things that were happening between the two of you. Jerking off and thinking about your sexy voice, your hot body and your cheeky smile was one thing, it always turned him on better than anything else, but thinking about the complexity of your relationship… that was not a turn-on for him. Not at all. Cursing to himself, Patrick slicked back his auburn hair and quickly got up to stagger to the bathroom, where he nervously opened the cabinet behind the mirror and found a small white jar of pills. Xanax was his only stress reliever so far. Taking a deep, almost desperate breath, Bateman looked at his reflection, his bloodshot eyes full of tears that threatened to cascade down like a waterfall. "This is not an exit." Patrick told his reflection, but opened the jar anyway and took a handful of pills. Frustrated, unsatisfied, he didn't know how he was going to survive dinner with you, and Dorsia was the last thing on his mind. "Because I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared."

Luckily, the marble walls of his bathroom were the only witnesses to his downfall.

Dawn came to New York faster than you could imagine. All the way to Dorsia you were nervous, but still confident in the plan you had made earlier that day. Even though you had failed in your previous attempt to dot the T's at the Tunnel, today would be different, you were sure of it. ‘I don't even know why, though,’ you chuckled to yourself, and the taxi driver gave you a concerned glance, but you just shrugged it off, signaling him to concentrate on the road.

In the restaurant everything looked the same as when you were here with Paul Allen, but this time you were not the one who was invited, but the one who invited another person—named Patrick Bateman—and speaking of whom, was late and that made you quite anxious. ‘What if he just doesn’t come?’ This thought made you fidget in the chair, your hands fumbling with the napkin on your knees and after telling the waiter for the second time that you were expecting someone else to come, your fingers became cold as if they were frozen. 

“Maybe I can bring you some drinks?” The waiter didn’t give up, spurring you to order at least something to drink.

Quickly running a hand across your strained face, you exhaled loudly and nodded. “Yeah, drinks,” you stummered when you looked past the waiter, noticing the familiar elegant silhouette coming close to your table. “Can you…bring…some water?”

Confused, the waiter glanced down at the full glass of water next to you. “Uh, more water?”

“(Y/n),” Bateman’s voice echoed across the space. “I hope I didn't make you wait for so long,” he chuckled and took a seat at the table. “Had some important business affairs.” The moment he noticed the confused waiter, Patrick gave him his most sassy smile and checked his Rolex for no reason, probably just to show them out. “Can you please bring me a glass of J&B and some fresh salad to your taste.”

‘A salad, really?’ You almost snickered, but instead your face turned into a neutral expression. "Business, huh?"

Bateman rested more comfortably in his chair after the waiter finally left. "You know, some affairs with blonde hair and long legs, big tits and an amazing ass."

That came out of nowhere. 

Still calm, you watched the man across from you smile, surely proud of himself and so damn bossy it was almost absurd. "You mean someone in particular, don't you?"

“Oh, yeah,” Patrick put his both elbows on the table, clasping his hands, revealing his gold Rolex once again. “Her name is Stephany, if I’m not mistaken, she’s a girlfriend of one of our accountants,” the man paused before snickering. “That one who makes monthly reports, you know him. So, I’m a bit late because I couldn't leave such a lovely girl without a treat she deserved.”

Right now, you didn't care if it was true or not—his well-framed—confidence was something you found very interesting and even amusing, as it was proof that he was preparing for this dinner just like you were.

"And that's when I thought vice presidents actually worked at Pierce & Pierce." With a slight grin, you joked and finally took a sip of water, feeling your throat suddenly go dry, just like when you were talking to Jean earlier.

Bateman's sudden laugh rang out like shattered glass. "'C'mon, (y/n), don't pretend you don't know that-"

"I know that your father owns almost half of the company," you interrupted him abruptly, and he wasn't happy about it. "And that gives you certain privileges."

"Don't be envious. It doesn't suit you."

"Envious?" You set the glass of water aside. "I think it was me who invited you here so that you could finally visit Dorsia… at least once."

The air between the two of you was thick with venom and something even more poisonous. Nevertheless, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't think Bateman was acting like the jerk he undoubtedly was. But, to be honest, you expected him to act a little less smug.

"I still think this place is overrated," Patrick hissed through clenched teeth right as the waiter brought him his whiskey and salad with sliced vegetables and some cheese, which he didn't even touch, taking a big gulp of his drink. "So, uh, Jean told me you wanted to talk to me about something important. What is it?"

The waiter didn't even try to offer to check the menu again and retreated, but he would definitely come back later with the same request, since you hadn't ordered anything yet.

"Well, it doesn't seem to matter anymore," you suddenly declared, crumpling the paper napkin before dropping it on the finest tablecloth. "The thing is—I'm quitting P&P and moving to Chicago. That's it. Nothing special, really."

The moment of silence washed over them both like a tidal wave. Visibly shocked, Bateman just sat there, then nervously straightened his tie and looked around as if to call for help. 'Not so ballsy anymore, Patty?' There was something about the way he was humiliated, something that stirred a burning flame in your gut that came dangerously close to burning you alive from the inside. And again, you would be lying to yourself if you pretended you could control it.

"Chicago?" Patrick repeated as if he hadn't heard correctly.

"Why do both you and Bryce react as if Chicago were a desert island?"

"Heh," Bateman rubbed the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair. "So Bryce knows everything. Why am I not surprised?"

"I'd tell you more," that was the moment you'd been waiting for so long—the moment of his vulnerability, and you couldn't stop yourself like a shark who sensed blood in the water. "Paul Allen was the one who actually recommended this job to me."

Patrick's jaw clenched at the mention of Paul Allen. "Really?"

"Yes," you continued to corner him. "One day we were having dinner, here, in Dorsia," you grinned, catching every little change in Bateman's no longer confident face. "He said one of his buddies was starting a new company, and they were looking for specialists… like me."

"Well," he began, sliding his hand across the table's surface as if to calm down. "Good for you, (y/n). Congratulations!" That was the most fake 'congratulations' you ever heard, even though you were expecting a slightly different reaction. "But I don't understand. Why didn't you talk to me before? Before you made your decision."

This question almost made you choke. 'Did he really say that?' And just as you were about to answer, the waiter came across the table again, choosing the perfect moment. Before he could offer to check the menu, you raised your hand in an irritating gesture. "Bring me a vodka and orange juice," Patrick's eyebrows arched almost immediately. "Double vodka, please."

"Yes, s-sure." The waiter stuttered before taking the crumpled napkin and walking away, very stressed.

Without giving yourself time to think, you leaned against the table and muttered. "Why should I? We are not friends."

"Of course not," Bateman scowled, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the black pinstriped suit outlining his physique perfectly. "Not after you gave me a decent handjob in the Tunnel bathrooms."

Patrick caught you off guard by injecting this argument so blatantly into the conversation. "Decent? It was fucking amazing." You growled and quickly turned around to see if anyone was paying attention to your table, and when you were sure there was nothing to worry about, you faced Patrick again. "Too amazing, considering you seem to be thinking about it all the time."

"W-what? I… I didn't…"

Sneering, you tapped your fingers on the table in nervous anticipation of your drinks, even though you hadn't planned on drinking any alcohol, wanting to keep yourself as sober as possible for the dinner and everything that might or might not happen afterwards.

"Relax, Bateman," you rested your chin on your clasped hands, finally allowing yourself to examine his handsome appearance, including the way his cheeks were tinged with a red hue. "You've said too much already."

And from that moment on, you began to feel relaxed, even pleased with all the things Patrick revealed to you, accidentally or not, you would use every little detail to your own advantage when the time came.

A little later, when the waiter finally brought your cocktail, you finished it too quickly, so you asked for it to be repeated under the attentive hazel eyes of the man sitting on the other side of the table. The more drunk you got, the more topics you discussed, but when you mentioned Paul Allen again, you noticed that Patrick's good mood was fading.

"Wait a minute!" You held out a hand to stop him from jumping from one topic to another. "Can you tell me why the mere mention of Paul Allen triggers you so much? Is there something between you two?"

Bateman couldn't hold back a loud, hearty laugh. "That joke's too tasteless even for Bryce," he finished his whiskey, the salad still untouched on the table in front of him. "Allen…he's…not the person he tries to pretend to be."

"Oh?"

"I think he's part of that Yale thing."

You narrowed your eyes and leaned in closer. "Yale thing? What do you mean?"

Patrick quickly licked his lips, not expecting you to delve further into the subject. "Well, I think he's probably a closeted homosexual who likes to do a lot of coke and have orgies with male hookers."

At first you just giggled out loud, not caring that some people were looking at you, but then your face suddenly became serious. "How do you know about that? Did he tell you or…" you smiled playfully. "Did he do something… that made you think so," you bit your lower lip and drank the last drop of your cocktail with unabashed thirst. "That sounds strange…very strange."

"You're drunk, (y/n)," Bateman murmured, tilting his hand as if thinking about something. "Too drunk, which gives me the impression that you're as much of an amateur at drinking as you are at doing coke."

"Uh, s-shut up."

"See? Can't even speak words."

"Maybe...maybe I am drunk, now what? Are you gonna be a fucking gentleman like you always try to be and offer me a ride? Or maybe," you fixed your hair nonchalantly, your vision slightly blurred. "Would you be brave enough to show me your apartment?"

As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you knew there was no turning back, and your inner voice, which usually kept you from doing shit you would regret, seemed to fall asleep from the high level of alcohol in your system.

The man across from you straightened up at your bold suggestion, reading the subtext with ease. "Is that what you want? For me to take you to my place?"

His question hung in the air for a moment before you managed to come up with an answer, but you didn't know how to get out of this situation and turn it into a joke, as you usually did. Maybe you just didn't want to get out of it? Just like you didn't want to let him go when he helped you get up from the table after he'd paid for dinner and the two of you were in a cab. Not to mention when you almost fell down and the man caught you in his arms, but there was still a barrier between the two of you—an invisible wall—the only line that kept you apart. The line that was too dangerous to cross, but too tempting not to think about what lay behind it.

By the time the cab pulled up at the American Gardens Building, you were half asleep on Bateman's shoulder, his Lancome cologne not helping at all, making your mind even more cloudy. But you did your best to get out of the car without his help, letting the cool fresh air bring you some relief and clarity. 

In the elevator, Patrick began to mumble about his musical preferences, but you didn't really pay attention because your brain was overworked trying to come up with a plan B in case things went too far. 'As if they hadn't gone too far already,' your inner voice suddenly tried to break through the thick layers of alcohol, affection and uncontrollable desire.

Bateman's apartment looked exactly as you had imagined—opulent, stylish, and very minimalist. Everything seemed to be in its place, including you, standing next to the tall window in his living room.

"Not a bad view," you admitted, taking off the jacket of your suit. "Not Central Park, but not bad at all."

"Central Park?" Patrick asked, hiding in the kitchen, which was perfectly connected to the living room, but you couldn't see him behind the wall as he examined the large number of different kitchen knives.

"Yeah, you know, Paul Allen's apartment faces Central Park, looks really fancy," you didn't mean to hurt Bateman's feelings, but the moment you turned around and saw him, it was obvious that your words had reached him. "But, I really prefer your place...it's more modern for my taste."

Puzzled, Patrick didn't hurry to join you in the living room, his thin fingers never ceasing to slide up and down the sharp blade in his hand, but at the very last moment, the man put the knife back in its place. With deliberate steps, he walked out of the kitchen and approached his stereo system.

"Really?" He asked in disbelief, as if his life depended on your answer.

Such a reaction from him was oddly appealing, the vulnerability, the desperation in his brown eyes. This was a level of satisfaction that no drug could ever match. Meanwhile, Bateman turned on the music, the charming voice of Phil Collins filling the room as "Invisible Touch" began to play.

The man was examining the tape in his hands when you slowly approached and gently cupped his face, inducing him to look at you. "Yes, I do," you confirmed your previous words, and when Patrick didn't flinch from your touch, you decided to go on, tracing your finger along his sensual lips, fighting the urge to kiss them here and now. "Speaking of preferences," you removed your hand only to place it on the lapel of his suit. "Would you be a good boy and give me a full tour of your apartment, including the bedroom?"

In any other situation, you would probably die from shame at saying something like that, but not now. Not with him, because no sooner had your question escaped your lips than you noticed that his hands were shaking, and the CD was about to fall out of them, so you had to gently grab it and pull it out of his hands. Bateman reminded you of a man struggling with addiction, every twitch of his plump lips, every furrow of his perfect eyebrows spoke volumes about the undeniable affection between the two of you, an affection you were both too exhausted to fight and hide.

Without further ado, you placed the CD on top of the stereo and pressed Patrick against the nearest wall, holding the lapels of his Valentino suit and sealing his hot mouth with yours, opening it wider with your tongue, so eager to taste him again after such a long wait.

"Mmhm," he purred into the kiss, his hands desperately wrapped around your waist, then going lower to cradle your hips, groping and squeezing a little too hard so that you had to bite his lip to make him stop, but the man just growled and pushed you closer, your groins rubbing against each other in the most lewd way possible. "Bedroom...go to the bedroom...and wait for me there."

Bateman's words right after the kiss sounded like nonsense, which you found oddly arousing. With a foxy smile, you licked his cheek, then his neck, almost biting the artery and sucking on the reading mark. "No, no, no, Bateman," you shook your head, grabbing his neck slightly to kiss him again, but he did it first. Even now Patrick was trying to take the lead, your tongues fighting for control like two snakes entwining around each other. "I'm in no mood for games or waiting."

The moment you said it, Bateman lifted you with practiced ease as if you weighed nothing, and you didn't even have a chance to protest as he began to move toward the closed room behind his white couch. In his arms, you finally felt complete, even if you let him take the lead for a while. Noticing the pair of panties on the glass coffee table, you wrapped your legs around him and buried your fingers in his silky hair, ruffling them and letting them fall on his forehead, making him look even hotter.

Jesus, you were on the verge of an explosion just from the foreplay alone.

Bateman's bedroom greeted you with stark white walls, the brightness of which was almost painful to look at as he turned on the light holding you with one arm, and the king-size bed on which he carefully placed you, but you didn't let him pull away, tugging at his tie and forcing him to lay on top of you.

"Fuck, look at you," Patrick grazed your earlobe before massaging your chest through your shirt and hovering over you. "So insatiable, aren't you? Running in circles like a trapped kitten."

Growling, you pulled him closer again to suck on his lower lip, letting your body rub against his so you could feel how hard he was, so painfully hard, considering the sound he made when you snaked your hand between his legs to cradle his bulge. "Are you gonna cum in your pants if I don't stop?"

With a determined persistence, you continued to massage his hard cock through the layers of his expensive clothes as you removed his jacket and then his suspenders, one by one. Bateman didn't interfere as he was also busy getting rid of your clothes without actually tearing them apart.

"Let me," you insisted as soon as you noticed him struggling to unbutton your shirt. "This is my favorite shirt, you know," you gasped, your own fingers trembling, making it difficult even for you to finally remove your shirt. "I don't want it to get torn."

When you finally got rid of the top part of your clothes, the sight of your exposed skin made Patrick grunt in hunger, and the next second the man was already sucking on your nipple, his muscular frame shaking on top of you from your teasing ministrations on his twitching dick and hard balls. Damn, you wanted to suck him dry as much as you wanted to ruin him until he forgot his own name.

"Don't like it anyway," Bateman muttered suddenly, holding your hands above your head. "You need to go to some... fashion shows... maybe you will have more free time in Chicago, considering Paul Allen offered you this job. I'm sure it would be some boring shit."

‘Good Lord, he mentioned him again…’ You rolled your eyes and turned away from his face, eliciting a low rumble from Patrick's massive chest. "What the fuck is wrong with Paul... are you... jealous of him or something?"

"Me?" he asked, confused and you took the opportunity to release your hands and roll over so that you were now on top of him. "I'm not the one bragging about having dinner with him in fucking Dorsia!"

Bateman sounded like a little boy who was upset that no one wanted to play with him, which made you giggle, but then you straddled him and opened his white shirt and removed his tie.

"The more you talk," you murmured as you ran your hands along the smooth skin of his torso, paying special attention to his toned pecs and abs. "The more you make me think you two had a history," you leaned down to teasingly lick his lips, your sneaky hands already working on the zipper of his pants. "But still, I don't care." In one swift motion, you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, watching his thick cock pop out, yearning for your attention. "Mhmm, the last time we were alone you worked me up really good, I wanna return the favor," your hands wrapped around the base of his beefy shaft, the small droplets of his pre-cum already covering its tip, forcing you to lick your lips in hunger. "If you have nothing else on your mind?"

Did you really care about his feelings since you asked him that question? 

The man beneath you was definitely growing impatient, his hands gripping your hips as if he was about to imprint his fingerprints on your skin if you were not wearing your pants. 

"Lie on your side," Bateman suggested suddenly. "Take off all your clothes and lie down here," he tapped the spot next to him and you stood up quickly, as if he had cast a spell on you. Never in your life did you get rid of your clothes faster than now. "Uh, what a cute ass you have, (y/n)."

You frowned at his words, giving him your dead stare as you slipped out of your underwear, giving him the full view—the glint in his hazel eyes was too much to ignore—so you turned around and presented yourself to him; Bateman couldn't help but lazily stroked himself, putting a hand under his head. 

"Tell me, Bateman," you began, your hands slowly sliding down your bare skin. "Have you been thinking about me all this time?" You cupped your ass, bending over a little so he could see the spot right between your legs. "Or have you found a way to forget things you don't want to remember?"

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a second. "I wish there was a way to forget." Patrick murmured and watched as you lay on your side in the 69 position, then he did the same, his hot breath scorching the soft flesh between your thighs. 

You wrapped your hands around his hips and eagerly took his drooling dick in your mouth, while he was lapping at your crotch. "Mm-fuck," you jerked against his face, your fingers digging deeper into his skin as Bateman feasted on you like the most delicious meal. "Me too, Bateman, m-me too."

Having said that, you swirled your tongue around the swollen tip of his veiny cock, causing a muffled moan to erupt from his mouth, its vibration sending shivers down the base of your spine, only spurring you on to go further, pushing his dick deeper into your mouth. Soon the room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your shared oral pleasure, punctuated by soft but powerful moans and groans as you both teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Gripping your ass, Bateman responded to your actions with the same passion, devouring every drop of your flavor and giving you no chance to escape, his strong arms like ropes around your body. After giving his cock the attention it deserved, you decided to tease his heavy balls with light lapping on them, before slipping a finger inside his tight ass, you expected him to protest but instead you heard him moan and the next moment his hips began to move towards your penetrating movements.

"Good boy," you praised him, rolling your eyes at the way the man was sucking on your most sensitive spot. "Taking my finger so well..."

The coil in your lower abdomen was about to snap at any moment, but you still wanted more, you wanted to feel that cock inside you, even if it was going to rip you a apart. Breathlessly, you didn't even remember asking him about condoms, and how you managed to get out of bed and go to the closet, where you found a little box Bateman was talking about—its contents almost made you gasp in awe, so you decided to take it with you.

"Well, well," you crooned as you stepped back into the bedroom. "Should I ask you what this is or are you going to tell me?"

With a wide grin, you held out a large purple dildo, Patrick's eyes twitched and he gulped, leaning on his elbows. "I... I use it with hookers," the man confessed, licking his glistening lips covered with your juices. "Why?"

"Hmmm, you like watching women play with it?" You asked as you reached the bed. "How about actually using it and not just watching?"

Damn, you could swear you saw his breath catch in his throat, his muscles tense and his dick throbbing just at the mention of using that sex toy on him. 'So he likes that idea, what a naughty boy,' you chuckled to yourself and took your place on the bed next to him. "This is going to feel so good, baby," you brought the dildo to his lips, suggesting that he lick it for lubrication, and when he did, you could barely keep yourself from cumming, just from the sight of his tongue flicking around the tip of the silicone sex toy. "Get on your knees and let me take care of you."

"Fuck," Bateman cursed, but it was too late to turn back. Embarrassed but extremely aroused, the man got down on all fours and gave you full access to his firm ass, which you immediately fondled, spreading his buttocks and biting them one by one. "Mmh-hmm, (y/n)."

"Relax," you stroked his hips, kissing the lower part of his back just above the dimples that were too sexy to ignore. "God, you have such a beautiful body," you decided to praise him, knowing the effect it would have on him. "I would worship it forever if I could," which was only half true, or maybe...it was not. Leisurely, you showered his soft skin with little peaks here and there, dotting it with your marks of love, not even realizing that you were giving all of yourself to the process.

As you pressed the tip of the dildo against his puckered muscle ring, Patrick tensed at your touch, gripping the sheets and closing his eyes, so overwhelmed and confused at the same time, but your reassuring hand on his trembling one encouraged him to look back at you as you hovered over him to kiss his lips, his neck, his shoulder.

"(Y/n)," Bateman suddenly huffed through his clenched teeth. "I want you to..." he gasped as you flickered your wet finger around his tight asshole. "...fuck."

"You want me to feast on that delicious ass of yours?" You finished the sentence for him, grinning in pure gratification at his complete submission. "Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, y-yes," he grasped the sheets and positioned himself more comfortably on all fours— a clear sign that he was not used to this position and you couldn't miss it. "I want to feel your tongue... all over me."

"Shit, Bateman, you're a real sweet talker." With that you put the dildo on the bed next to you and before you knew it you were spreading his ass cheeks wide open to make a flat lick along his tight hole. "I wanna hear you," you gently but insistently probed his ass with your warm tongue, giving him several slaps on the buttocks that drove the man wild as you felt his velvet walls tighten around your tongue. "Good boy, c'mon, spread it out for me."

Blushing, Patrick used both hands to spread himself for your eager ministrations as you fucked him with your tongue while your hands traveled all around his hips before you wrapped one of them around his pulsating cock, fuck, he was so close, you could tell by the way his balls tensed when you gave them a slight squeeze.

"Don't cum until I let you," you commented and the next moment you were already pushing the sleek sex toy into his ass and this time he accepted it gradually, taking it in with ease—the sight made you gasp but you focused on giving him pleasure. "Tell me, Bateman, how does it feel?"

The question remained unanswered for a brief moment as you began to slid the dildo in and out, stimulating his prostate and causing him to shake and whimper in pure bliss, but when you decided to add fuel to the fire by jerking him off and sucking on his strained sac, Patrick could barely contain himself, his legs about to give way at any moment.

"F-fuck, a-aahhh, mmhhmm," he murmured into the pillow, his hands finding their way to your messy hair, gripping them almost to the point of pain. "I...c-can't...hold...it any longer," Bateman's wailing bounced off the walls of his luxurious bedroom, which had never seen anything like it before. "I..."

Though you wanted him to last longer, you were too overwhelmed yourself, feeling the string in your belly ready to burst. "Let it go," your words were like a balm to his ears as, just a moment later, his cock pulsed in your grasp, spraying loads of his thick cum across the Chinese sheets that Patrick had always been so fond of. "That's it…" You didn't stop fucking him with a dildo, nor did you stop pumping his throbbing dick, milking it until the last drop of his seed. "Good boy, you're such a good boy." 

Panting, you pulled out the sex toy, covered in his slick, and brought it to his trembling lips, inducing him to suck it before taking it into your mouth, feeling the mixture of tastes on the tip of your tongue. Then, Bateman rolled onto his back, desperately gasping for air, his cock still hard. That was fucking phenomenal, but you didn't comment, thinking about your own orgasm at last. Locking your eyes with Patrick's hazel ones, you touched yourself the moment he beckoned you over, and without words, you mounted his flushed, sweaty face, riding it as desperately as you could, using his tongue and lips without shame. Tilting your head back, you grabbed his head and almost clawed at his scalp, feeling your insides about to fucking explode from the tension. So when you peaked, your scream could be heard all over Bateman's apartment. The orgasms you had before were nothing compared to this. It took everything from you, it made you die and rise again.

The final chord of the parade of shameless lust was when you let him fuck you in a way you didn't even expect. Spooning you from behind after he put the condom on, the man lifted your leg and sheathed himself inside of you till the hilt, making you feel so full you had to wrinkle the fabric underneath, but that was just the beginning as Bateman pulled you closer, trapping you in his arms like a cocoon, his tongue sliding around your ear shell with undisguised affection,

"Mmhmm, fuck, you're...so perfect," the man whispered into your ear, setting up the pace and resting his hand between your legs for extra stimulation. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming again, omh-shit..."

"Fuck m-me, yeah, just...l-like that...a-ahhh," you coaxed him to fuck you harder as you suddenly found yourself on the verge of climaxing again. "Gimme everything, baby, a-awww...goshhhhhhhh," you were the first to fall over the principle of pleasure, twitching along his body as if you were hit by the electric shock, all your nerves were on fire. "Bateman, mmhm-fuck-fuck! Your dick feels s-so good.."

Your vivid orgasm became the last straw for his second release as you felt him bite at your neck, his buffed frame shaking in spasms of pure rapture, you even had to hold back a scream from how painfully Patrick's hands squeezed your hips, but it was pleasurable pain of being ruined, of being fucked into a wet mess. Barely breathing, you didn't even remember how you passed out from exhaustion and for the first time in the last few days you fell asleep completely satisfied and happy.

When the first rays of sunlight crept through the blinds into Bateman's bedroom, you were already awake, as was he, but since you were lying with your back to his face, you didn't notice until the man kissed your shoulder, snuggled up against your neck, and made you roll over to face him.

As you did so, you dared to look directly into the brown eyes still clouded by the aftermath of your shared pleasure. "Hey." He muttered in a husky voice.

"Hey," you murmured back, hugging the pillow. "Did you sleep well?"

“Surprisingly—yes," the man stretched his arms, flexing his muscles and checking himself in the mirror on the other side of the room, which you hadn't even noticed. "(Y/n), I want you to go to the office and tell everyone that you're not going anywhere."

Shocked, you blinked several times, not knowing what to say as you hadn't expected anything like this.

With a nervous chuckle that turned into a hearty laugh, you rolled onto your back before sitting up on the bed. "Oh God, you're such a little Delulu, it's even funny," you looked at him—his face was nothing but a blank space without any visible emotions. "Did you really think that random sex would change my mind about changing jobs?" You chuckled again, louder this time. "I mean, the sex was really good, but... it's not like I'm going to give everything for this, you know?" With that, you got up from the bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself. "Can I take a shower?”

Trapped in the thought that only he could know, Patrick rolled onto his back, his eyes fixed on an invisible spot on the ceiling above him. "Yes," he murmured, barely audible. "Do whatever you want."

Walking towards the bathroom, you suddenly stopped and turned half around. "You better forget it," you said, savoring every word and finally returning the favor. "Maybe ask Paul Allen for advice," you grinned as you watched Bateman close his eyes in a feeble attempt to distance himself from everything that had happened. "Maybe he knows something about memory reboot machines that can help."

Without waiting for his answer, you continued on your way to the bathroom. Even though you were pleased with yourself, your revenge didn't taste sweet, but bitter, and its bitterness would remain on the tip of your tongue even after you washed yourself clean under the hot streams of water.

But the game was worth the candle, as they said.

Was it?

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[leclsrc]

i love your proposal drabbleeee! could i get another about time based one where theyre planning the wedding? happy 1k!! i love u and the movie so much<3

honeymooning – cl16

You find a creative way to quickly plan your wedding.

auds here... ik i said that was the last req but i have so many im just ignoring jshdhs and i just rewatched about time so this was Birthed... sorry

“We’ve officially broken the world record for time spent engaged and not married,” you announce, walking into the living room of your flat in a hoodie and loose pajamas. 

Charles looks up from where he’d been reviewing something—finances for the team, if you recall correctly—and adjusts his reading glasses (that he will never admit he has to use.) And he laughs, like this is all a joke. You place your hands on your hips, rolling on the balls of your feet as you stare at him menacingly.

“I am not joking. The only thing we’ve—you’ve—decided about our wedding is that I’m going to be walking down the aisle to some weird song you heard in The Godfather.”

“A lovely song,” he interjects, watching you walk until you’re just a few metres in front of him.

“Absolutely not.” You pause, breathing slowly. “And we have no other mutual free days for a while. So here’s the deal—for every decision you make about the wedding, I take one article of clothing off.”

He laughs outwardly, nodding and setting aside the thick stack of paper he’d been perusing. “Deal. You have my attention.” He settles further into the chair, staring at  you with want and amusement.

“Um, okay. Where do we get married?” You smile.

“Italy. Everyone knows everyone here in Monaco, and everywhere else is too far.”

“Okay,” you agree, wrestling the hoodie off and revealing your bra underneath. “Good.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says quickly before you slide into the next prompt.

“Sweet talker,” you retort, settling your thumbs into the drawstring of your trousers and readying them to pull downward. “Alright. Band or DJ?”

“Oh, shit.” He thinks. “Band. It’s got to be band. And if that goes to shit we plug in a phone and play Spotify the rest of the night.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Smart,” you huff out, pulling your pajamas down. He stares, eyes running up and down, anticipatory. Fingers make their way to the clasp of your bra and you mull over the next question. You’ve both settled on a few things—catering and cake and the like—so you skip over those. Then you remember the reason why your guestlist remains unfinished and unfinalized.

“Best man?”

“Oh, nooo,” he moans. “Damn, no.”

“I need an answer,” you sing-song, playing with the clasp. “Or these stay covered all night.”

“It’s too hard, beautiful,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “Okay. Fuck, okay—Joris.”

“Your choice,” you say, brows raised.

“He’s going to make a fool out of me during his speech, isn’t he.”

“Very likely.”

“Okay, no—Lorenzo.”

“You sure?”

“No—no, Pierre. Pierre.” He nods once. “Pierre.”

“Pierre, final answer,” you say smilingly, unclasping your bra. He smiles, giddy when he finally gets to see almost all of you.

“Yeeee—no, no, Lorenzo.”

“What?!” Your hands flee to cover your breasts and you narrow your eyes at him. “You are such a—that is cheating. Cheating!”

He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders as if to say what can you do. You roll your eyes, but maintain composure, nodding slowly. “Alright… oh, honeymoon.”

“Uh, uuuh—five days in Paris,” he says eventually, grinning.

“Oh, these panties are not coming off for Paris.” Granted, it’s a beautiful city, but both you and Charles are there nearly all the time for work, and it’s so near Monaco it’s basically the same thing. 

“It’s all I can do for my schedule,” he retorts, insistent. “Take off your panties.”

He has a glint in his eye that strikes both amusement and competition in you.

“I will not,” you shoot, smiling and stepping backwards once, hands still covering your chest.

“Take! Off! Your panties!” He hollers, getting up and making a beeline for you. You squeal, turning around and bounding up the stairs toward your bedroom; he’s hot on your tail, laughing.

“Never!” You yelp, a high-pitched sound as you take refuge in the bedroom. “I want three weeks in Hawaii!” 

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[songmingisthighs]

Spending Time Together

February Filth Fest - 4; hongjoong (mutual masturbation)

group : ateez

pairing : hongjoong × reader

genre : smut

word count : 2k

warning : mdni, explicit sex (not piv); mutual masutbation, handjob, fingering

a/n : i'm so sorry that it took a long while, I've been swamped with... honestly, depression. but here's hongjoong's fff post !

buy me coffee ?

Hongjoong was bobbing his head to the beat of the music in his headphones, oblivious to the world outside of his own bubble. It even took him a while to realize the vibration on his desk. Tap, tap, tap he felt and he wondered where it could be from. It wasn't until he saw you pouting next to him did he took his left headphone off and grinned up at you, "What is it sweetie?"

Still pouting, you pulled at his other headphone, making it fall onto his shoulder. "I'm bored!" You whined, stomping your feet lightly. Hongjoong chuckled at your childish behaviour as he pushed his chair back slightly so he could face you better, "Well, you were the one who said you want to accompany me working!" he pointed out with a face that he does when he was making a point. You rolled your eyes and slapped him lightly on his shoulders, "Yeah, I know but I didn't know it was gonna be this boring! You've been at it for four hours, I've binged through almost four episodes of Dynasty!" you huffed, showing him the screen of your phone that was playing the show you mentioned. "And I'm willing to bet you didn't even notice me going out with San to get you coffee," Hongjoong's head immediately look around to see the empty cup on the side of his speaker. He looked up at you with a grin that made you both want to smack his pretty face and kiss it, "Oh, that was from you?" He asked innocently.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, turning to stomp away in dissappointment or anger. But before you could even takr a step forward, Hongjoong had pilled you into his lap sideways with his arms around your waist, "Aww, I'm sorry baby, I was too wrapped up with work, wasn't I?" He asked with his bottom lip jutted out in what you can only assume is mock pity. You smacked the side of his arm at his jokingly patronizing look but repositioned your legs so you were straddled on his lap, facing him. "You're supposed to spend most of your time with the person you love most," you pouted as you poked the corner of his mouth gently. To further poke fun at you, Hongjoong made a show of glancing between you and his computer which made you let out an incredulous gasp and move to wrap your arms tightly around Hongjoong's neck.

The both of you playfully wrestled; Hongjoong trying to jokingly push you away while you clung onto him tightly, giggling at his every attempt. "You can try but you won't get me off that easy!" You teased, burying your face in Hongjoong's face as you clung even tighter. The more Hongjoong pretended to struggle, the closer your bodies were pressed against each other.

You hadn't realized that due to both of your movements, you have been grinding on Hongjoong. It wasn't until Hongjoong let out a groan that you stopped, thinking that you had hurt your boyfriend. You pulled away and cupped his face, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" You asked, pouting slightly to show that you were genuinely worried about him. With his bottom lip between his teeth, Hongjoong nodded at you but his gaze was down on his lap. Not hearing him answer got you curious so you look down to where he was looking. Once you understood what made him groan, you slowly looked up at him with a teasing smirk, "Aww, are you getting turned on?" You asked as your hips continued its movement on Hongjoong's slowly hardening cock, bringing back the stimulation but this time purposefully with the intention of getting his dick to harden.

Hongjoong's head lulled forward, dropping onto your shoulder as a showcase of the state he was in; pleasure. "Can your work harden your cock like I can?" You taunted, lips grazing against the skin of his cheek as if you were about to kiss him, "Can your work touch you like I can?" Hongjoong's body shuddered when your hand slipped past his waistband and made direct contact with his cock. A choked gasp escaped Hongjoong's lips when you scraped your nail lightly on the skin of his cock, causing the appendage to twitch in your grip. "I've been waiting for quite some time to touch you like this, Joongie, I was hoping you'd play with me today but instead you were too focused on working," you whined, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you began pumping Hongjoong's cock to life.

The words you used made Hongjoong's ears perked up, taking notice of what you meant. "Oh? So you came here not to accompany me but to get me to fuck you?" He chuckled darkly, not believing his own ears. You retaliated by tugging his cock and pressing your thumb to his slit, causing him to choke on his own breath slightly. "Don't tease, I can't help but want you," you pouted, slightly embarrassed but not wanting to stop your ministrations.

All of a sudden, you felt something slithering up your leg and suddenly slipping into your pants. Your body straightened up immediately and your eyes traveled down to see Hongjoong's hand inside your pants. When you looked back up to your boyfriend, he was already looking at you with lust-filled eyes, face coming closer and he spoke as he let his lips brush against yours with every words, "I want you too baby, and I want you to cum on my fingers," he stated oh so simply.

Both of your lips melded together with each of your hands in each other's pants, making direct contact with each other as you both moved to give stimulation.

You had thought that you wouldn't be able to move much in your current position. And while that's partly true, you found Hongjoong just as affected by the treatment you were giving to his cock. It was a lot harder at that point, straining against his pants (that you were glad weren't jeans) and feeling warm. Your movements elevated from slow, teasing tugs to sharp and long ones. You know your boyfriend quite well and you know how much he loves to be teased almost just as much as he loves being able to cum anywhere on you. Your thumb made its move to occassionally flick at his smooth tip, the nail would sometimes come into play which gave Hongjoong that delicious scrape against his sensitive flesh. It was obvious that you were doing things just perfectly judging by how Hongjoong's hips kept twitching forward, seeking more stimulation from you despite you already giving him a lot. The pleasure he felt wss rather obvious as well judging by how Hongjoong's mouth would sometimes pause their movements and the moans he let into your mouth.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong was trying to reciprocate the euphoria you were giving him. His talented fingers always felt amazing and you didn't know how he seemed to know just how to treat you. Hongjoong used his middle and ring finger to rub at your nether lips, the pressure he was using causing his fingers to dip into your folds. It was a delightful surprise for him when he found out that you were already slightly wet even before he touched you. Maybe you HAD been waiting for him for so long which kind of made him wonder what you'd do had you both not started touching each other. The little ministration was able to let more of your arousal out and Hongjoong could feel it drenching his fingers. Then he separated your lips with his pointer and ring finger, exposing your pussy to his touch. Using his middle finger, he altered between flicking your clit and trailing it down to dip his finger in experimentally. The movement caused you to accidentally bit down onto his bottom lip but thankfully, Hongjoong liked a little bit of pain with his pleasure. The more Hongjoong play with your clit, the more desperate you become, hips grinding down onto his fingers which he utilize cleverly. He simply let his finger still to allow your hole to suck it in by itself, only adding a come-hither movement to further elevate your pleasure.

Your lips were detached from Hongjoong's when you heard the sound of fabric moving. You pulled your face away when you felt your position shifted and looked down only to find Hongjoong tugging his pants off slightly to free his cock. "Sorry, I needed to," he said sheepishly before diving down to latch his lips onto your neck. You moaned loudly when he delivered a particular suck the same time two of his fingers entered you. Your head was thrown back from pleasure as your hips moved even quicker but your movement on Hongjoong's cock never stopped nor faltered.

The both of you were moving erratically at this point, determined to make the other cum before they could ask for it. Your other hand fell into motion, joining the one that had been working all along, by fondling Hongjoong's balls, giving them the lightest of pressure that was just enough to have his tip leaking more precum though the lubrication allowed you to move even faster but slightly sloppier.

Your movements made Hongjoong work harder than he already was, trying his best to get you to cum first as a reward for being so patient for him. "Baby, are you close?" Hongjoong asked you through gritted teeth. You smirked down at him and leaned to plant a soft kiss on his plump lips, "Why, Joongie? 'Bout to nut that easy?" You poked despite knowing that you weren't far behind anyways. Hongjoong huffed and used his free hand to push you down by your shoulder, causing your cunt to be flush with his palm. Your eyes screwed shut as your mouth clamped to hold in a moan that was caused by your clit making contact with Hongjoong's soft hand in addition of him fingering you open with an extra third finger that you didn't even realized he had sneakily slipped some time ago. "How's 'bout to nut now?" He scoffed, face closing in on your neck to make more marks on your skin.

Both of you were moving erratically at this point, chasing your climax that were just at the tip, the very edge of tipping over. Your hips couldn't move as much due to the pressure Hongjoong was putting on you but the little friction and Hongjoong's fingers stuffing you proved to have effectively made you cum. Just as your high started, you moved to rub on Hongjoong's tip with your thumb continuously as the hand that was on Hongjoong's balls moved upwards to his base, squeezing at it the same time you put pressure on his tip with two of your fingers that made him cum all over his outfit and yours. Even as your high was happening, neither one of you stopped your movements; you were still pumping Hongjoong and Hongjoong still rubbing at your walls as his palm pushed forward to pressurize your clit.

You fell forward with your face on Hongjoong's shoulder as Hongjoong slumped back. As both of your highs wound down, neither of you made the move to detach your hands from where they were situated.

With eyes closed, you tried slowing your breath to get your heart rate back to normal while Hongjoong was looking at his ceiling. While most guys would make revelations in their heads and their brain come up with wisdom, Hongjoong's post nut clarity gave him ideas for his music.

"How about you wait some more and then we'll fuck for real?" Hongjoong cheekily asked, genuinely feeling like he could go for a second round. But all you can do is nudge him with your shoulder and rolled your eyes. It wasn't like you were not going to do it, you simply needed time to catch your breath first.

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[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 6

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how it all came to be.

CW-18+,MDNI, angst, fluff, comfort, illusions to sex,mentions of ptsd, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual poly relationship. No further warnings as to not spoil the story.

WK-5k

Chapter summary- Will gives you a hand and Santi wrestles with his angsty brain.

Notes- See Masterlist for full story notes. This is definitely Wills chapter but you can’t spell Santiago without a.n.g.s.t.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter VI- I can fix that

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You never thought you’d say it was a relief to get back to work, being a trauma nurse meant most days weren’t easy going. Work was definitely easier than navigating the thoughts in your brain about your new relationship, relationships?

  You had promised to call them but all of you were so busy you didn’t have a chance to. You managed to send a few texts, Frankie was busy with his first week back and Benny and Will were busy training for Benny's fight out of town this weekend. 

  You did manage to confess to Frankie about your sex dream, you couldn’t resist and you felt bad for leaving him high and dry the day he took you flying. You were sure It would make its way back to Benny. It was all but confirmed when he texted you later that week. 

  Benjamin: I guess I’m the man of your dreams 😜

  I guess catfish truly has a big mouth

  Benjamin:I assure you sweetheart he does 

  Sounds like you know from personal experience 

  Benjamin: Sounds like someone is jealous 

  Maybe you were a little jealous but you didn’t have time to think about that right now. 

  You hadn’t heard much from Santi since that night other than to call him if Mike tried to bother you. You hadn’t so much as heard a whisper of him. You don’t know what they said to him but you could imagine it was enough to keep him far away from you. 

  You knew that it got bad but you didn’t realize how bad until you told your coworkers you broke up with Mike and the collective cheers from the break room echoed through the hallways. 

  “Are you finally gonna make a move on one of those guys attached to your hip?”  Your coworker Angela had no idea how ironic her question truly was. 

  It had only been three days and you somehow managed to accomplish that ten fold. Your body and your heart were telling you to go for it but your brain was still on the fence. Society was so unforgiving to anything different. But when did society ever grant anyone any favors? 

  ****

  Golden Girls

  How are things at the commune?

  The kid 🥊: Never better 

  🐈🐠:Amazing 

  Will: We’re good here haven’t heard from you though? 

  I’m fine So things haven’t come to blows yet?

  The kid 🥊: Maybe for Fish

  🐈🐠: Shut up Ben

  I see Will is the only voice of reason

  The kid 🥊: He’s going to patch her holes tomorrow 😜

  Will: You’re disgusting 

  🐈🐠: jajajajajajaja

  I had faith in you Will

  The kid 🥊: You’re the holy man among us 

  Will: That asshole put a hole in her wall I’m just going to fix it. 

  🐈🐠: Don’t explain yourself to this pendejo who can’t return any calls. 

  Sorry been busy let’s get drinks after you fix her wall we need to celebrate fish getting his license 

  The kid 🥊: Finally you’re making sense 

  See you fools on Friday

  The kid 🥊: Fools in love 

  Will:🙄

  *****

  After a busy but short work week you found yourself nervously cleaning your house in preparation for Will to come over. You spent most of the morning and afternoon trying not to overthink things. He was always handy around your house, helping out wherever he could. 

  You knew he liked to do these things to keep himself busy, it’s why his house was so meticulously maintained. It was the only way to calm his racing thoughts. 

  Your Will, the man who always needed to be in control. Some part of you knew he needed that to keep himself from losing grip again. 

  His life slowly fell apart before Colombia when his fiancé Amanda abruptly left. You always asked what happened and he always told you it wasn’t meant to be. You tried getting to know her but it seemed she never wanted to reciprocate. 

  Even more questions were stirred when she stormed out of the annual 4th of July barbecue screaming about not being able to compete with her. The guys all exchanged knowing glances when he returned to the backyard looking like he saw a ghost. 

  You didn’t have time to unpack what that meant when days later Santi came to you all with a proposal that would change all of your lives. Change your lives. 

  A knock at the door brings you back to the present moment as you make your way to the front door to let Will in. He’s standing there in a white v neck and paint stained jeans slung low on his waist. You don’t realize you’re gaping at him until he clears his throat. 

  “I promise I have a change of clothes.” He awkwardly scrubs the back of his neck revealing the toned curve of his arms.

  “Oh…it’s not that, you look great. I mean you like fine…” Okay you were officially losing it as you feel the heat creeping up your neck. You don’t miss the smirk as you step aside to let him in. 

  He sets down his backpack on your loveseat and brings you into a hug as he kisses the top of your head. You linger in it longer than necessary as you take in his scent, his musky cologne mixed with a hint of sweat. You can feel the way his back flexes under your touch as your hand instinctively slides up between his shoulder blades. 

  “I missed you.” It slips out before he can second guess himself. You don’t think he’s referring to the 3 days since he’s seen you last. There’s a deeper meaning behind it. It’s the first time you’ve been alone with him in months. 

  “I missed you too.” You look up at him, willing your eyes to say everything your mouth can’t. He can sense it and reluctantly pulls away. The struggle is piercing through his blue eyes, grappling with the inner workings of his mind that says he can’t lose control again. 

  As he turns to walk towards your garage knowing full well that whatever he needs is there because he brought it at some point and left it to do various repairs and updates to your home. It was so domestic that it takes your breath away. 

  It takes you a moment to gain your bearings as you head to the kitchen to get some water to try and quench your thirst. You pour him a glass for good measure assuming he’s having the same predicament as you. 

  He returns from the garage tool belt on and bucket in hand as he sets everything down by your front door next to the dreaded reminder in the wall that was your awful ex. He picks at the drywall with his fingers as he stares at it like it personally offended him. 

  You slowly approach with the glass of water and he turns to look at you, he couldn’t school his expression in time for you not to see the regret burned through his pupils. You know he’s found someway to blame himself for not being here or for not noticing the signs. He happily accepts the glass from you as he tries and fails to smile, his lips pulled into a grim line. 

  “You read my mind sweetheart.” He tips his head back and you can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each drink. Suddenly you’re feeling parched again. 

  “I can in fact read your mind and I need you to stop beating yourself up.” 

  “Is it that obvious?” He sets the glass down on the side table as he resumes his stare off with the hole.

  “Well I know you like the back of my hand and yes…it’s that obvious.” You place your hand on his arm gently, still giving him space but steadily grounding him. 

  “It’s not your fault, we all were in a bad place.”

  He can’t help but think how much it was his fault. If he had told you a long time ago how he felt about you none of this would’ve happened. Amanda was right. She can’t compete with you. If he had told you before going off on that suicide mission to Colombia maybe you would’ve come back different. Here you are still looking out for him despite it all. 

  “Hey…what’s going on behind those eyes again?” Everything. 

  “Nothin’ sweetheart…just thinking how lucky I am to have you and how we’ll never get out of here if I don’t get to work.” The pet names they all call you have perpetually driven you to insanity and yet you’d be lost without them. 

  You plop down in the loveseat with your legs draped over the side facing the back of it, watching him work was better than anything on your tv and it would give you a chance to catch up. 

  He gets down on one knee to get a closer look at the hole perfectly level with the door handle. If you weren’t watching you would’ve missed the precise square he makes with his knife around it to clean the edges. 

  You watch as his deft hands make steady work of the sandpaper. So precise and sure of his movements. You wonder what it would feel like to have his hands all over you, his hand behind your neck while the other grasps your waist pulling him into you. 

  “Honey?” Was he saying something?

  “Yes.” His back is to you but you can see him laughing at your expense. 

  “I asked you how work’s been.” 

  “Oh it’s been great actually.” He stops what he’s doing to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face. 

  “Oh the trauma unit has been great?” 

  “Well, yes and no. It’s been great being able to focus on doing my job again.” You always took pride in your work and lately that’s been slacking. You can’t properly take care of patients and have a tumultuous home life. 

  “I still think you could use a vacation.” He’s resumed his almost complete  work and you aren’t sure if he’s very quick with his hands or perhaps you were daydreaming about them for longer than you thought. 

  “We all could use a vacation, just don’t let Santi plan this one.” You let that last part slip and instantly regretted it until Wills booming laughter filled the small living room. 

  “I trust your planning skills honey so just let me know when and where and I’ll be there.” There’s a seriousness to his tone that you don’t miss. You certainly all could use a break. 

  “I’m pretty much done, we just need to let this dry overnight. The paint in your garage is too old so I’ll pick some up this week and finish it.” He stands from the ground dusting the drywall off his jeans.

  “Will I can paint…” He cuts you off as he stands over you on the loveseat with his hands on his hips. The look in his eyes is daring you to challenge him again. 

  “I don’t do anything halfway.” There it is again, that double meaning that you can’t possibly miss. You know deep down you’re not reading into this the wrong way. 

  Unlike Ben, the man of many words. Will communicated so well non verbally, he was a man of action. So much can go unspoken between the two of you and yet things still felt normal. 

  “Why don’t we head to the bar early before those knuckleheads get there.” That sounded perfect and you didn’t want your one on one time to end just yet. 

  “Why don’t you get cleaned up while I sweep this stuff.” Gesturing to the drywall on the floor, he moves to clean but you hop over the loveseat before he has a chance. 

  “No way William…bathroom, now.” You shove his backpack into his chest and usher him down the hallway as you both giggle at the absurdity. 

  You quickly clean the remnants of the last pieces of your ex and breathe a sigh of relief. You can hear the water running as you run down the hall to change out of your leggings and freshen up to meet your boys. A warm feeling you haven’t felt in a while working its way through your chest as you swell with pride taking in your appearance in your floor length mirror . 

  It’s not what you’re wearing or how your hair is done but the way you’re carrying yourself again. The brightness has returned to your features, your smile reaches your eyes again and you're standing a little taller. You went months avoiding your reflection not fully recognizing the person looking back at you. 

  Not wanting to waste anymore time you spritz some perfume and head out of your room to find Will in the kitchen rinsing your glasses of water. The sleeves of his gray Henley are rolled up to the elbow and he has on a pair of dark blue jeans. How he managed to make washing glass look sexy is beyond you. 

  “Ready sweetheart?” He turns to you as he dries his hands on the dish towel and you know he’s asking if you’re ready to leave but your answer means so much more. 

  “Yes I’m ready.”

  ****

   You slide into your booth as you wait for Will to bring your drinks. He insisted on getting them and at this point you should just get used to doing whatever he says. 

  He makes his way over with something that doesn’t look like your regular beer, two short glasses with a honey colored liquid inside. He’s got this mischievous look that you’ve only seen reserved for Benny in his eyes and it makes you slightly nervous. 

  “I hope you don’t mind, I got us something a little stronger before the guys get here.” Liquid courage

  “I don’t mind, but can I ask what it is?” He holds the glass out to you while he holds the other up in a toast. 

  “Whiskey.” 

  “Whiskey and what?” You sniff the glass immediately regretting that decision.

  “Just whiskey babe.” That babe shoots straight to your core and you have to clench your thighs as you adjust in the seat. 

  You clink the glass and down the liquid before you can second guess yourself. It’s sweeter than you thought it would be and it warms you from within as you feel it travel down and settle deep in your stomach. You notice he didn’t finish his but it’s too late now. 

  “So…your dates have gone well.” So this is why he got whiskey. 

  “Oh god you know?” You groan, placing your head in your hands. 

  “I’m just teasin’ sweetheart.” Will always gave the best advice so you might as well use him while you can. 

  “Can I ask you something?” You would feel a little shy asking him but whatever was in that glass has you feeling bolder than usual. 

  “Sure, pretend I’m a therapist.” He puts his arm around you as he relaxes against the booth. Again with the pretending. 

  “This is weird right? He half chuckles to himself as his thumb rubs mindlessly on your arm. 

  “Weirder than putting your life on the line for the US government everyday for little to no pay.” Okay he had a point there. 

  “I just don’t want to be judged.” You pick at the old grooves in the wooden table, anything to distract you from this conversation. 

  “It seems like you’re judging yourself. I think you deserve a break so why don’t you cut yourself some slack.” If there was a word for relief and frustration that’s what you would be now with all of his perfect answers. 

  “How do I choose?” He takes a moment not having an answer prepared and you think you’ve finally stumped him. 

  “What makes you think you have to?”  Your heart flutters in your chest at the deeper meaning in his tone. He’s so close to you now as you turn to look into his pale blue eyes, his pupils so blown you can barely make out the color. 

  “If it feels right just go with it.” The last words ghosted over your lips as he leans in waiting for you to pull back, but you don’t. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, almost experimenting with what you want. 

  You would have gladly accepted that as the one and only but you don’t have a chance as he deepens it,placing his hand behind your neck to tilt your head up. He’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, stealing any breath you might have. 

  You knew he was precise in his everyday life, right down to the kiss that would’ve had your knees buckling if you were not already sitting. 

  Either this was an invasion of the body snatchers or Will…your Will just kissed you in a public bar. 

  “William Miller what has got into you.” You’re panting against his lips as you try to catch your breath. 

  “I’m done running from something that feels right.” Your hand is resting on his chest and you can feel his rapidly beating heart. 

  He kisses you again somehow already learning what drives you crazy as his other hand grips your exposed thigh under the table. You can taste the honey sweet whiskey as his tongue gently prods your mouth for entry. This is certainly too hot for the public but you could care less. 

  “This is an inappropriate patient-therapist relationship.” 

  “I resigned 5 minutes ago.” His soft pillowy lips meet yours again and it’s dizzying the way you feel all consumed by him. He’s a drug you’re having for the first time and you know you won’t be able to quit. 

  “Oh how convenient for us.” You say in between kisses as you bite his bottom lip gently pulling it between your teeth. 

  The growl that leaves him is faintly interrupted by the tell tale sound of Benjamin Miller entering the bar. He doesn’t pull away quickly, setting your heart at ease. He places one last kiss to your cheek as a to be continued.

  Benny is practically skipping towards the booth with Santi in tow. Will gives your thigh one more squeeze before tipping his chin at his brother. 

  “You better get up and hug him before he has a meltdown.” He whispers a little too close in your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

  You slide out of the booth before he all but pulls you out and scoops you up into a hug. Your eyes go wide as Santi chuckles from behind him. 

  Frankie makes his way in and can’t help but laugh at the sight of you hoisted several feet in the air by the human golden retriever begging to be put down. 

  You see Frankie approaching and thank your lucky stars since Santi and Will seem to be no help, completely amused with the entire situation. You mouth help me as he taps the younger man’s shoulder. 

  “Put her down Ben.” He dramatically lets you slide down, knowing full well what it’s doing to you and your shorts. He seems so much taller than you as you're placed gently on the ground. A quick kiss to your forehead before he turns to slide into the booth next to Will. 

  “What was all that?” Benny gestures to you while you hug Frankie and Santi.

  “Relax bro I’m just teasing…you deserve to be happy too.” He’s heard that before 

  Benny slides out of the booth not wanting to be left out of any interesting conversation for too long. Not wanting to be far from you. 

  Maybe he should take a page out of his own book and relax a little. Frankie didn’t mind and his brother didn’t seem to mind. He’s trying hard to force back the intrusive thoughts creeping in of what would people think? What would they say?

  Honestly who gives a fuck what people think. As many times as the group of you have almost lost your lives it shouldn’t matter what he does going forward. 

  Santi uses this opportunity to occupy his brother's seat next to Will as he watches Frankie and Benny leave dueling kisses on your cheeks. Your squeals of excitement make him feel something akin to happiness with a tinge of jealousy.

  “So you’re fine with all this.” Will still hasn’t looked away from you. The way you’ve always opened your heart to them suddenly filling his chest with pride.

  “Ya man…I’m fine with all this.” 

  “Te has vuelto loco.” Santi chuckles as he crosses his arms. 

  “I don’t know what you said but it’s probably true and I could care less.” Will eases back into the booth smiling at the three of you telling some secret he wishes he was in on. 

  You turn and plop your hands on the table “I’m buying the first round and I don’t want to hear any grumbling from any of you.” You point to each of them. 

  “Yes ma’am.” They all say in unison.

  “Wow… I didn’t actually think that would work.” You hold the back of your hands dramatically to Frankie and Bennys  foreheads. 

  “You must be sick to agree that quickly.”

  “Ya they’re sick all right.” Santi mutters under his breath as you walk away towards the bar. Narrowly missing the middle finger Frankie shoots him.

  ****

  You can feel their eyes on you as you walk to the bar. It’s a little unnerving but exhilarating knowing how you can captivate them by simply walking away. You might as well sway a little since they obviously want a show. 

  You lean a little against the bar while you wait, drawing your jean shorts a little higher to show off the swell of your ass. The drink you had with Will giving you a boost of confidence,emboldening you a little more. 

  “Jesus Christ, how is she gonna do that after dropping that bomb on us?” Ben adjusts a little in his seat to get a better view.

  “What bomb?” Santi looks at Ben who has yet to meet his gaze.

  Frankie seems just as transfixed on you and he raises an eyebrow at Will who takes the final sip of the whiskey in the glass. 

  “Oh nothing…she just had a sex dream about me and Fish.”

  Will sputters across the table as Frankie pats him on the back trying to contain his laughter. Santi gapes at them eyes wide in utter shock. 

  “What did she say?” Santi almost whispers as he turns to look at you not so innocently leaning on the bar and now is definitely not the moment to be adjusting himself under the table. 

  “Sorry,hermano, no details for you.” Frankie winks at Benny as you make your way back with a pitcher of beer and 5 glasses. 

  ****

  Several rounds later you made your way to the makeshift dance floor with Frankie and Benny. 20 dollars in the jukebox went quite a long way as you alternated spins and dips between the two men. The three of you blissfully unaware of the conversation being had about you just a few feet away. 

  “Admit it.” It’s almost as if Will can feel the envy radiating off his body. 

  “Admit what?” That he loves you.

  “You want her…what they we have.” Santi clenches his jaw at the thought. 

  “Don’t try and shrink me Will, I don’t want any of this, it would never work.” 

  “Oh is that why you haven’t been on a date in months.” Fuck he hated how observant he was sometimes. It was very useful in the military but very annoying when you’re trying to hide your true feelings for your best friend. 

  Maybe if he let that part of himself go he could see how badly he wanted this but he knew inevitably he would mess it up just like everything else. 

  You were too perfect, too good. He almost broke you once and he vowed to never let himself be so weak as to do it again. 

  “I'm not trying to pressure you, I’m just saying you’ve wasted enough time not telling the person you’ve been in love with for the last ten years how you truly feel.” Santi looks at him as if he’s told some deep dark secret and not stated the most obvious thing a blind man could see it. 

  “We all do.” 

  “We all do what?” You slide into the booth next to Will obviously tipsy as you lean into his shoulder reaching to steal the rest of his beer. 

  “We all love the way you dance when you’re drunk.” He holds his beer just out of reach as you pout up at him. 

  “What… like she has two left feet.” Benny slides in next to you and pours you another beer much to your approval.

  “Unless you plan on spending the night with us I suggest you slow down sweetheart.” Will slides your fresh beer to Santi and you scoff in his direction. 

  Frankie slides in next to Santi as a smug grin crosses his face. 

  “Oh…now this is interesting, where will you sleep?” He’s too proud of himself to notice your lack of awareness of the question. He could be very annoying and borderline mean when he was being smug. 

  “Well I usually sleep in Frankie’s bed.” You start to play with the hem of Benny's shirt completely oblivious to the brewing heated conversation.

  Santi looks at Frankie as he scrubs his palm across his face. 

  “So where’s Benny in this scenario?” Santi crosses his arms leaning back in the booth.

  “I’ve shared a bed with Fish, it's not a problem.” Benny is doing his best to ignore him as he continues the innocent game with you, tracing his thumb along your jaw. 

  “So Will…where do you sleep?” They all look to Santi as you are too distracted by Benny playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. 

  Frankie leans into him so only he can hear. “I know what you’re doing so I suggest you knock it off before she figures it out.” 

  “Don’t worry boys, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.” You look Santi directly in the eye as he averts his gaze to the table, slightly embarrassed at the way he was goading them on.

  You were very much aware that he was acting like a petulant child but you weren’t gonna let him rain on your parade. If he wanted to be a dark cloud he could do that on his own.

  ****

  You all finished your drinks and began your goodbyes. Will took Benny home to get some rest for his fight out of town the following evening.

  Frankie offered to take you home before dropping off Santi. He had several flights booked for the next day so he didn’t have much to drink that night. 

  The drive was mostly in silence as you hummed innocently along to some tune on the radio. 

  There was however a silent war brewing in the front seat amongst the two men that you were completely oblivious too in your happy,hazy state.

  Frankie pulls up to your home and hops out to open the truck door for you (always the gentleman).

  Before getting out you lean forward towards the front seat behind Santiago. “I hope you sleep well now that you’re not worried about my sleeping arrangements.” You plant a kiss on his cheek and slide out, not noticing the way heat creeps up his neck. 

  If it was his plan to make an ass of himself tonight, he definitely succeeded.

  “Goodnight cariño.” He knows you can’t hear him anymore as you and Frankie make your way up the path to your house, hands interlocked. He still has to say it all the same.

  He watches as Frankie leans down to plant a kiss on your lips which you happily accept. Something deep in his chest stirs as he watches his two best friends embrace. 

  Frankie makes his way back to the truck with a bounce in his step. He missed seeing him this happy, it’s been so long for all of them. The energy in the truck has shifted during the short drive to Santi’s house as Frankie nervously taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

  He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment and turns the truck off as they continue to sit in awkward silence. 

  “Just say it Pope.” Santi finally turns to look at him and open the floodgates but instead he takes in his odd appearance with his standard heating oil cap missing. 

  “Where’s your hat Fish?” Frankie narrows his eyebrows at him as he pats his head oddly feeling his hair. 

  “That little brat took my hat.” He’s grinning to himself while muttering curses in Spanish under his breath. 

  As if you knew what could break the tension between the two of them, Santi finally laughs and Frankie can’t help but join him at the ridiculousness of it all. 

  “Look Fish, I’m sorry I just wonder how it’s all gonna work. What if someone gets jealous? How is she gonna split her time? What are people gonna say?” Frankie is sarcastically nodding his head at each one of his questions seemingly waiting for him to finish spiraling. 

  “You done hermaño?” He asked himself all these same questions and still couldn’t come up with a reason to not take a chance. 

  “I don’t have any answers for you. All I know is we love that girl, we’ve never been jealous of each other, she seems to be splitting her time just fine seeing as we all hang out almost everyday and who gives a fuck what other people think.” It’s the first time he’s really said it out loud but Santi is speechless, maybe for the first time in his life. 

  “You deserve to be happy.” Suddenly everyone is so concerned with his happiness. 

  “You may be right… That scares me a little.” Frankie flips him off playfully as Santi opens the passenger door. 

  “Have fun getting your hat back.” 

  “I’ll get it in a few days, I don’t trust myself to go back right now.” Santi closes the door and pats the hood as he walks toward his apartment.

  Ya I wouldn’t trust myself either. 

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When jealousy hits

Post Date: 13th March 2023 Content: Fluff/ Smut - ATEEZ Wooyoung x Reader  WC: 2.9K TW?: Jealous and slightly possessive!Wooyoung/ Mommy!Wooyoung/ Nicknames/ Oral (F recieving)/ Fingering (F Recieving)/ Biting/ Penetration (Unprotected... nonononono)/ Creampie/ Praise Request?: Yes

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a.n: A day late to post, and I’m so sorry but my mental health has declined so much the last few weeks, with the mixture of everything going on in my personal life, writer’s block has been a huge problem. I hope you enjoy this though!

It's now become a ritual where you watch as many wrestling events as you could, becoming friends through mutual friends because of wrestling to now living together, being the matching couple when it comes to wrestling.

And tonight was no different.

Since you were busy at work all day, Wooyoung took the time to grab all of your wrestling essentials, laying out your wrestling shirts on the bed, popcorn and other snacks on the side and pizza already ordered so by the time you walk through the door, it'll be here when you get ready to watch it.

"Yay! You're home~" Wooyoung screeches, making you giggle at his weird weird dance as he races towards you, almost suffocating you with the hug that he gives.

"Hey Wooyoo, I know you're excited for tonight but I need to be able to breathe if you want me to enjoy it with you." You snarkily quip, laughing at his exaggerated pout as he pulls away from you, a smirk growing at a rapid pace on his face.

"Hurry up and get ready!" He squeals, running away from you to go put on his own shirt, and throwing himself onto the couch, eyes following your movement, mouthing 'hurry up' when you look back at him.

Just to save yourself an earache, you rush back getting ready to get back to your needy boyfriend, watching his face light up when the smell of pizza hits your nostrils, "You hungry?" He asks, teasing a slice in front of your face.

Going to take a bite of it, he pulls it away, stuffing most of it into his own mouth, almost choking when struggling not to laugh at your reaction, giving him an evil glare as you go to grab your own piece.

The timing is perfect, by the time you pick up the piece, the wrestling starts, and weirdly enough the first match to come on is the woman's match.

"Why are they starting with the women?!" You whine out, "I want to see Adam Cole!".

You're so used to seeing the men's matches first, you were slightly thrown off, expecting to see one of your favourite wrestlers first but your attitude suddenly changes when they announce the women's match.

"Oh shit! It's Rhea Ripley!" You cry out, fangirling as you sit back to enjoy it, biting on the back of your hand, utterly in a daze for your woman crush.

"She's alright, I guess." Wooyoung shrugs, filling his mouth with another slice of pizza as you return the evil glare.

"What do you mean alright?! She's incredible... Plus she's hot." You smirk, trying to hide the fact that you may have more than a slight crush on Rhea Ripley.

Wooyoung just glares at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Don't tell me she's your woman crush?".

"What? Of course she is..." You reply, taking offence at how Wooyoung is judging your taste in women.

"I'd let her fold me like a chair." You mutter under your breath, shrugging it off when Wooyoung asks you what you had said.

Wooyoung couldn't help but roll his eyes at you, just wanting to watch the show, getting flustered himself a little when Rhea bounces off the rope.  

Rhea's on the mic and you thought you were going to pass out, she was too good looking and you can't take your eyes off her. If your mouth was open anymore, it would've hit the floor, "Yes, I'm Mommy!" Rhea announces on the TV, and you just can't control yourself.

"Oh, yes you are." You sigh with a smirk, realising you spoke out loud, you cover your mouth quickly, bursting into laughter when Wooyoung's head snaps to face you.

"You're fangirling over her more than you do with me, and you said I was hot on TV... and in person." He pouts, crossing his arms exaggeratedly.

"You are!" You argue back, "Just Rhea has a chokehold on me." You admit, unable to stop the blush from appearing on your cheeks.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and throws himself back on the couch, letting you watch the rest of the match and watch how worked up you get over Rhea, finding himself getting extremely jealous.

Throughout the match and the beginning of the next one, Wooyoung starts to get sexually frustrated, wanting himself to be the reason why you're in a chokehold, literally and metaphorically. Wanting to watch how you look at him doe-eyed when you're being placed in all different types of situations, make you call out his name instead of hearing you call Rhea, "Mommy".

That's when he can't take it anymore, the thought of you calling him it instead. He never thought he'd be so enticed by the idea until the imaginative thought of hearing you saying it sends a shiver down his spine, making his cock hard, creating a tent in his trousers.

"Fuck it." He mutters to himself, pushing himself up and leaning in close to you.

"Woo, what are you doing sweetie?" You ask, fluttering your eyes at him, his face stupidly close to yours, his fingers lightly tracing the skin of your arms, making goosebumps rise.

"Call me Mommy."

Confused, you look at him weirdly, head tilting to the side, "Huh?".

"Call me Mommy, please?" He asks again, licking his lips, completely forgetting about the fact that his favourite wrestlers are now on the screen, which confuses you more. He never ignores them.

"Mommy?" You whine a little under his stare, heart racing as his fingers have by now, trailed up your arms and across your collarbone, hand lightly pressing underneath your throat.

"Once more, doll." His eyes close a little, looking down at you now, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

"Mommy." You say with a little more enthusiasm but your core was starting to ache, soaking your panties by the way he growls, his fingers getting higher up your throat until they press around it, and the smirk finally shows on his face.

"Hmm, much better than what I'd imagined." He sighs with a hint of a rasp in his voice, making your eyes widen along with your mouth as you start to stutter on barely audible sounds.

"Now, who's got you in a chokehold, sweetheart?"

Wooyoung grins, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Mommy!" Out of breath, your words barely form, "You, Mommy!"

"Good girl."

The praise coming out of his mouth makes you feel faint, gasping for air especially when his fingers ghost over your hardened nipples through your top.

"Are you going to let Mommy touch you, darling?" He hisses lightly, face merely a centimetre away from yours, his breath warm on your lips as the ghost of them barely touches yours.

Nodding with all the energy you have, you harshly gasp for air when his hand lifts away from your throat, working up a sweat already and he's barely done anything to you. His fingers play with the hem of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down your legs slowly, almost painfully slow.

With a flick of the wrist, both items of clothing are disregarded to the floor, leaving you bare from the waist down, exposed to him.

The most you could think to do was slowly tease your shirt up your torso and over your head, connecting eyes with him as you watch his eyes darken with lust, a smirk plastered on your face. His lips parted slightly with a low growl escaping them.

"You're Mommy's sweet girl..." His words are a purr, "And a sweet girl deserves to be treated well. Even if they're a little naughty."

He lowers himself down on the couch, head getting eerily close to your heat, your sweet scent filling his nostrils which makes his eyes roll back a little. Oh, he's hungry for you.

"Only Mommy is allowed to make you feel good." He murmurs between your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders and bending them back towards you a little.

Before you could even comprehend to try and make an attempt at replying to him, his lips attaching around your clit with his tongue teasing it makes your back curve, a whining moan leaving your lips in an instant with your hand wandering to his head and lightly tugging on his beautiful red hair.

His tongue swipes up your core, making you shiver in the process, his low inaudible mumbles against it making you beg for mercy from the gods, the pleasure too much to handle at such a fast pace.

With his tongue making your toes curl, he teases a finger at your entrance and slowly pushes it in, curving it upwards just perfectly to make you whimper over the ginger alone.

"I love hearing you moan," He whispers, licking his sweet sickened lips, watching how you tense around the second finger that he pushes in, and how your eyes flutter with your lips quivering.

Starting to feel dizzy from the pleasure, your breathing becomes harsher as his tongue abuses your clit and his fingers scissor you, edging you closer to the edge each time he brushes against the sweet spot.

"Are you going to cum, sweet girl?" He barely gives himself time to breathe after asking, going straight back in, nipping lightly at your clit to make you scream.

"Yes, Mommy!" You choke, jolting forward, unable to control yourself from rolling your hips against his face and onto his fingers.

With that, you're filling the room with your moans and how sweet he thinks your moans are, how it stretches out into a scream as he kitten licks your clit, increasing the pace of his fingers just to be able to taste how sweet you really were when your cum coats his fingers.

Pulling them out of you, he takes one into his mouth, growling at the taste of you. "You taste so good, princess."

He grins whilst pressing both fingers to your quivering lips, sliding them into your mouth when you open it slightly, watching how you suck your slick and his saliva off them. Finding himself unable to hold back any longer.

With his raspy voice, he murmurs, "Mommy's good girl, my good girl."

The way he emphasises the word "my" had your mind racing, and how you could orgasm again there and then just from that alone. To add to that, the way he looks at you with full admiration mixed with lust and love has you unable to breathe properly.

His eyes pierced through you, unable to look away from them, causing a blush to rise up on your cheeks.

"Would..." You struggle, words getting caught on the tip of your tongue, his glare almost intimidating but weirdly comforting.

"Would you like me to..." You bite your lip, looking down at the tent in his trousers, cock twitching as he watches you almost drool from looking at it.

Shaking his head, he leans over you, holding himself up on the arm of the couch, biceps flexing and his veins prominent, taking your breath away again from his posture and the sight of him hovering over you.

"Let Mommy give you a treat, I need you around my cock."

Taking in a deep breath, it shakes as you breathe out, suffocating in his dominant aura.

Lowering himself back down, he throws your legs over his shoulder again, but this time, he's back to hovering over you and pushes your knees to your chest. The coldness of your knees against your nipples makes you moan very quietly.

The brush of the tip of his now-released cock against your core makes the both of you moan, with how wet you were, he's struggling to hold back.

"Let Mommy have you, please." He begs, in an almost whine, his face nearing yours again as you reach around, rubbing your clit with the tip first before slowly lowering it to line up with your hole.

"Take me, Mommy. I'm all yours."

It was like you've made him cum over and over again with how he reacts, his body tensing as his eyes roll to the back of his head, a low growl escaping his lips. There's no holding back now.

"All mine huh?" He grunts, slowly entering you and you wince at the slight stinging sensation, head deepening into the couch as he fills you up completely, nibbling at your lobe before lowering to create purple bruises over your collarbone and up your neck.

"Mommy!" You cry out again once his hips start to rock against you, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

"That's my name... Princess." He grunts, his voice at the lowest and raspiest you've ever heard it, and having it vibrate against your neck and close to your ear makes your mind foggy, and you seriously can't comprehend life anymore.

All you could think about is him ruining you, letting him have his way with you.

Your sweet moans, like music in his ears, just encourage him to pick up the pace, his nose scrunching as he's mercilessly fucking you, his tip crashing against your walls as your moans become silent. Only the movement of your open mouth is enough evidence of your enjoyment.

Leaning back on his heels, he holds onto your ankles up on his shoulders, thrusting into you with the same force, admiring and drooling over the way this movement makes your boobs bounce, biting his lip at the sight.

With one hand wrapped around an ankle, the other draws circles down your other leg until the tip of his thumb touches your clit, making circles against it whilst your scream out loud, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his cock pounding in and out of you with both of your moans.

"Look at you, Princess. Enjoying Mommy's cock, aren't you?" He couldn't;t help but grin, watching how you hazily looked up at him, eyes barely opening with your lip caught between your teeth, forcing yourself to nod.

"Come on, Princess. I know you got words in you...." He starts off with a coo, turning his words into a command with a slightly harsh sting to his voice, "Use them."

"Yes..." You sigh with a moan, "I love... Mommy's cock... So much."

The way you whimper and whine, barely able to put the words together for a coherent sentence has him getting smug, the smirk plastered on his face as the scrunch of his nose returns, picking up his pace a little more.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well. You're so hot." He grunts against your ankle, biting it lightly as he tries to stop himself from cumming, but he refused to. Not yet. Not until you've finished again first.

With your own eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs start to shake with your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"Mommy-" You choke, a moan forcing itself out of you when his cock presses against that sweet spot once more, and it repeats.

Every time you try to cry his name, the overloading pleasure of his cock abusing your g-spot edges you closer to your second high, unable to breathe properly as you dig your nails into the couch.

"That's it, precious. You cum for Mommy. Mommy wants you to cum." He reassures with a soft tone for a change, kissing your legs as he leans back over you, letting your legs drop to either side of him so he could get more comfortable to rail you.

Pressing his lips against yours, he eats your moans with his tongue entering your mouth and intertwining with yours. biting your lip at the perfect time of your climax with one of his hands kneading one of your boobs, pinching the nipples as you detach your lips from his.

"Mommy!!" You scream with full pelt, giving him confidence as he continues, watching how you squirm underneath him, your walls frightening around his twitching cock as he's barely able to hold back his own climax.  

"Mommy wants to fill you up, please let me. Please." He whimpers, brows furrowing together in pleasure as he hears your faint permission for him too, collapsing on you when his hot white seed coats your walls, filling you up.

Just waiting a moment before pulling out, Wooyoung's arms snake around you, and neither of you cares about your sweaty bodies moulding together. Just to hold each other and enjoy the bliss of the moment.

He starts to pepper kisses over your shoulder, feeling your heartbeat against his own chest, feeling complete. This was the moment he loved the most. Where you're most involved. The sweetest of enjoying each other's affection after the filth that you create.

"Wooyoo?" You scoff to clear your throat, kissing the top and back of his sweaty head of hair.

"Hmm?" He replies, just enjoying being close to you, almost ready to fall asleep.

"Rhea Rhipley could still fold me like a chair." You couldn't help yourself, bursting into laughter with the energy you have left, watching him lowly raise his head up to look at you, unimpressed to say the least.

"I love you, Mommy." You add on quickly, pressing a kiss to his nose, watching his face slowly light up.

"I love you too, my sweet baby, mine".

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ask game time! 💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

somebody told me that terezi was a bad character on instagram so im gonna write an essay on why shes my fave character

first off her sheer chaotic energy is fucking iconic. the complaint on instagram wasnt about that because it cant be denied but shes just fucking insane and i love her for it. i think shed bite off my fingers and then insult the taste of my skin. shes just so crazy and weird and murderous and nerdy and i love her for it. we all know this. but theres a lot of her character that is so overlooked.

heres an essay on why metatextually and narratively, terezi is one of (if not THE) most important characters in homestuck and how that connects to her relationship with vriska.

vriska and terezi are described by hussie like this:

This is the most important character relationship resulting from all the sound and fury of Hivebent's chaotic dispensation... It's the arguable axis around which the whole epic revolves, when you really study all the ramifications from the fallout resulting from their rivalry, ensuing revenge cycle, and mutually floundering struggle for redemption, in the warped way each of them defines that idea.

so i mean even HUSSIE acknowledges that theyre important. and of course we all know vriska is obsessed with trying to be at the center of the narrative and you could say she pulls terezi into that but thats NOT what happens between them.

so terezi meets vriska at some undetermined young age and they flarp together and become close very quickly as seen in terezis memories in remem8er. and when all the drama in hivebent goes down you really see that they arent just stable in their quadrants but that their codependency plays into this vacillation in a really twisted way.

Another snapshot of the tortured Scourge Sisters dynamic, in a long tale of angst and ambivalence concerning justice and morality. Terezi wrestles with this eternally. She wants to bring Vriska to justice. But she doesn't. She does, doesn't, does, doesn't. Vriska thrashes back and forth in a different way. I'm sorry, see how sorry I am? Isn't being sorry ENOUGH? What more do you want? I'm sorry, not sorry, sorry, not sorry. And being not sorry takes the form of lashing out, incrimination, daring Terezi into action, calling her bluff, etc. So her vacillation is more like, I'm sorry, fuck you, I'm sorry, you don't have the guts, I'm sorry, just kill me already! The dangerous dance goes on and on.

so yes. vrisrezi good. vrisrezi complex. but what makes this even more tragic is how they act as the ultimate doomed yuri. before remem8er, terezi talks about a lot of heavy feelings she hasnt really let on before.

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she talks about her sense of incompleteness in a way that reminds me of the way you see space players experience loneliness--which is cool given that mind as an aspect has some parallels to both space and time. and she talks about how shes never been complete on her own. going back to the instagram post i saw that said she doesnt feel rounded enough on her own--thats the point. so much of her character is defined by vriska that its a part of her own identity and a tragic part of her actual experiences. theres another hussie quote which is about vriska but still applicable--

For instance, you could write dozens of paragraphs of meta on Vriska alone. But the moment you stop writing about Vriska in a vacuum, and start writing about Vriska x Terezi, the avenues of analysis seem endless. It's a circuitous, psychologically tortured mutual arc of competitive codependency, which on closer inspection serves as the axis around which virtually the entire plot revolves.

her codependency with vriska is one of the most central components of the entire narrative. without terezi's internal torment over vriska there would be no homestuck as we know it. [s] flip and the aftermath of game over (F1X TH1S) are among the most important moments in the entire story and both are defined by vriska and terezi's dynamic.

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im including this stuff without much commentary because it just acts as illustration of how much more depth to terezi than just crazy murdery lawyer dragon girl. yes, shes tormented over vriska and how she lost her in another timeline and all the choices shes made in different worlds but its also about her. her dependency on vriska is a symptom of this deep deep loneliness she holds inside her. theres something to be said about her lack of a lusus and specficially the fact that her lusus's egg was held on a scale weighing it against sburb-associated machinery

the prevention of her loneliness is always doomed. she has no lusus--but in order to have one, the world would have to end. she has vriska--but she loses her in every single timeline without fail. she flirts with the humans--but kills john in one timeline and dooms a dave in another. she cannot pursue intimacy or friendship or any form of relationship without losing both her loved ones along with everything else. its not just that she doesnt have a lusus--its that her lusus hatching will end the world. its not just that she loses vriska--its that in no timeline we see do they get a happy ending, and the closest they get in being erased from reality in each others arms.

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she is tormented by so much more than just vriska. and i talk about this through so much angsty and dramatic words but its really true that shes so tragic. and tragedy isnt the only reason to love her because shes also so silly and crazy and weird and offputting etc but the instagram post that pissed me off so badly said that she became uninteresting after the earlier-comic characterizations of her with her bloodthirsty lawyer/executioner persona.

GC: UH... WOW GC: 1 W4SN'T R34LLY 3XP3CT1NG TO T3LL YOU 4LL TH4T GC: 1 JUST W4NT3D TO C4TCH YOU B3FOR3 YOU GO OFF TO B4TTL3, 4ND W1SH YOU "LUCK" >:] GC: 4ND TO L3T YOU KNOW HOW 1MPORT4NT YOU'V3 B33N TO M3, 1N 4 W4Y TH4T W4SN'T L1K3 GC: CLOUD3D BY OUR USU4L TR4SH T4LK 4ND M1ND G4M3S GC: 1 GU3SS TH1S 1S WH4T YOU G3T FOR 1GNOR1NG M3 FOR TWO S3CONDS GC: 4 L1TTL3 TOO MUCH R34L1TY FROM 4N 1D1OT WHO'S MOR3 M3SS3D UP 1NS1D3 TH4N SH3 3V3R L3TS ON

she says it here. yes she is weird and silly but beyond the parts of it that are engrained into her personality it seems to be (at least in part) an act to cover up how messed up she feels inside. she is so full of shenanigans and whatnot and doesnt display her issues the way a lot of characters do (even the prospit kids who are so known for repressing their emotions show more signs of distress that terezi does, to the point that hussie made sure to note that her distress was genuine when her lusus died!)

More great and very imaginative sound effects. "GENUINE" seems like maybe it's an unnecessary qualifier, until you consider that Terezi is so full of shit, many things she does could be considered ungenuine. So it pays to point out when she is sad for real, like when her newborn baby mom dies.

vriska, downright infamous for being surrounded in discourse around the context of her actions, is even more obvious than terezi. she too plays up an act of her unfazed coolness about all the stuff she does but shes less extreme about it in such a way that its more obvious when she slips a bit in that facade. when terezi is distressed she usually doesnt show it at all because her layers of weird silliness are too thick. shes just a lot better at the whole violent killing stuff than vriska is! you can see this in vriskas breakdown in vrisky business:

vriska has a total breakdown over realizing shell need to learn to hunt after losing her arm and she says this:

bascially saying that that prime difference between them is that vriska, yes, has learned to be ruthless and violent and manipulative (and was never a good person in the first place but it was her lusus that shaped her into being like this) while terezi never had that stress. she could do whatever she wanted and be as wild as she wished which is why she grew into the crazy troll girl who is the most important character in homestuck. with why i love her out of the way its some analysis timeeeeee.

i already mentioned how important flip and f1x th1s are but i wanna dive into that.

terezi exhibits an understanding of sburb's timelines better than anyone else, even time players, letting her do things like lead dave to her own doomed self on his quest bed, and it becomes clear that this is the nature of her mind powers, combined with a seer's intuition. she has many traits that involve seeing through different barriers, if that makes sense--she can navigate the world by forming a mental image of her surroundings by smell and taste after going blind, and she sees through the layers of sburb's bizarreness just as easily.

[s] flip is one of the first places this ability is used in a way this vital to the progression of the main plot--she uses her powers to stop vriska from dooming them all.

Any divergence from this path to my knowing will taper into blackness like rotting roots. But if I was a Seer, such offshoots would be fully within my domain... A Seer would support her allies in battle not with her weapons, but her vision. She would sift through dross of her comrades' poor tactical inclinations and examine the grim consequences. A Seer would not charge into the fray headlong but direct it as a conductor with a baton. She would have the sight to eschew the obvious gambits, and find the path to victory disguised cleverly as setback, or even imminent defeat. She would behold the fortunes of friends and foes in totality, and appraise the contrivance of luck itself...A true Seer would know where luck is a given, where it is absent, and most importantly, where it doesn't matter at all. And she would know victory doesn't matter in a reality where all else is doomed to fail.

being from doc scratch this is ofc not 100% reliable information but its still some good meta. the last couple lines really emphasize her narrative place--as a seer, she is aware of the big picture, and as a seer of mind, she is more specifically aware of the branching timelines formed in sburb. she is a mastermind behind the plot but lacks the tools to truly direct it. (and i will also go ahead and point out the line about acting as a conductor since thats a very important symbol in homestuck representing movements of the story much like an orchestral symphony.

the actual conductors we see are the cherubs, calliope in particular. calliope and caliborn are characters with actual narrative power (caliborn takes over the whole story!) so its pretty impressive to be compared to that.

but it turns out terezi does in fact have a place in the story almost at this level of power.

it's revealed that the initial version of the events following the coinflip were in terezi's vision:

and that she turned around on that initial path to prevent it from happening. on its own, this isnt that significant. but this moment is the moment that the retcons revolve around, with an entire axis of the plot centered around this single moment between vriska and terezi woven together with terezi's visions and powers.

john may be the one to carry out the actual retcons, but terezi is both the one who ordered him to do so and the orchestrator of the entire narrative rewrite. this is the moment when she raises the conductors baton. this is why i refer to terezi rewriting the universe, not john.

all john did was use his powers to carry out the list of instructions that terezi used her powers to develop. most of them are of arguable vitality but the one that truly changes everything is the rewriting of vriska's death. by doing this, terezi is the reason why homestuck does not end in the disaster of game over. were it not for terezi, homestuck would have a far more tragic ending that the bittersweet conclusion we're actually left with. there are many characters who display a level of narrative control--vriska pulling the spotlight towards herself and being somewhat aware that a narrative like homestuck exists; the very existence of john's powers; doc scratch's role as a stand-in narrator on a level comparable to hussie's avatar; caliborn's narrative takeover in act 6 and ascension to lord english; calliope's role as a storyteller of the existing narrative--the list goes on. but terezi's actions are perhaps the most significant, even if her level of control is nowhere close, rewriting the story of homestuck entirely. she does get the password pages in there, which i'll definitely count as a sort of metanarrative presence in the presentation of the comic (like caliborn and doc scratch's site rethemes). yes, john does the necessary actions to achieve this end, but would not have been able to do so without the anchor points of terezi's direction of the plot.

and once again, this is inseparable from her relationship with vriska. yes, she does this to give another timeline a chance at victory, and to carry on her story in another life as she dies in the pre-retcon timelines, but it's also for vriska. killing vriska broke terezi as much as it broke the narrative and so rewriting canon for vriska gives that other version of herself a second chance. there is not point in leaving vriska out of this because the relationship between the two and the push and pull of their tumultuous dynamic is what is at the heart of the narrative--not one or the other.

and even with such a significant role, she is still bound to her fate outside of the changes john can make. im gonna bring back some dialogue from earlier--

GC: BUT 4T L34ST 1 TH1NK 1 UND3RST4ND TH4T NOW GC: 4ND SHOULD B3 4BL3 F1GHT W1THOUT H4V1NG SOM3TH1NG GN4W 4T M3 GC: SOM3TH1NG TH4T F3LT UNKNOW4BL3, 4ND M4D3 M3 CONST4NTLY WOND3R WH4T 1 W4S DO1NG WRONG GC: 1'M OK W1TH L1V1NG L1K3 TH4T GC: NOT GO1NG TO PR3T3ND 1T WOULDN'T B3 N1C3 TO... GC: P4TCH MYS3LF UP, SOM3HOW? GC: GU3SS TH4T SH1P S41L3D, THOUGH GC: B4CK 1N OUR S3SS1ON, 1N WH4T3V3R W4Y 1 BOTCH3D MY QU3ST GC: OR D1DN'T R34CH GOD T13R, OR... GC: 1 DON'T 3V3N KNOW WH4T 1T W4S 1 D1D OR D1DN'T DO GC: 1 GU3SS TH4T'S TH3 PROBL3M, 1SN'T 1T? GC: TH3 MYST3RY OF 1T GC: TH3 TH1NGS 1'V3 SUPPOS3DLY DON3 GC: GOOD 4ND B4D, 1N D1FF3R3NT R34L1T13S GC: TH3 M1ST4K3S 1 M4D3, BUT C4N'T L34RN FROM GC: B3C4US3 1 C4N'T R3M3MB3R GC: OR TH3 H3RO1C TH1NGS 1 SUPPOS3DLY D1D GC: S4CR1F1C3S 1 M4D3 GC: TO S4V3 YOU GC: TO S4V3 3V3RYBODY GC: WH1CH T3LL M3 NOTH1NG 4BOUT MYS3LF, 4ND WH4T 1'M R34LLY C4P4BL3 OF GC: B3C4US3 1 C4N'T R3M3MB3R!

she does not have the godlike narrative position that the cherubs achieve. shes not even a godtier! and thats another part of what makes her so tragic. she knows enough about sburb to navigate it and play it to her advantage but not enough to gain the self fulfillment she wants.

GC: TH3 TH1NGS 1'V3 SUPPOS3DLY DON3 GC: GOOD 4ND B4D, 1N D1FF3R3NT R34L1T13S GC: TH3 M1ST4K3S 1 M4D3, BUT C4N'T L34RN FROM GC: B3C4US3 1 C4N'T R3M3MB3R

highlighting this part, her seer abilities are both her greatest power over the narrative and one of her most tragic parts.

she has access to infinite timelines and choices and can tell how things will turn out but she cant simply unlock those realities and memories beyond her experiences. having the access to the memories of a better life also isnt necessarily a plus.

GC: M4YB3 1T'S D3LUS1ON4L OF M3 GC: TO 1M4G1N3 TH4T JUST H4V1NG 4NOTH3R S3T OF M3MOR13S 1S GO1NG TO M4K3 M3 F33L MOR3 COMPL3T3 GC: 1 C4N'T STOP TH1NK1NG 4BOUT 1T THOUGH GC: 1 GU3SS 1T'S 4LW4YS T3MPT1NG TO TH1NK TH3R3 1S ON3 H1DD3N 4NSW3R TO 3V3RYTH1NG GC: NO M4TT3R HOW F4NT4ST1C4L OR 1N4CC3SS1BL3 GC: 4ND 1F ONLY YOU COULD F1ND 1T, YOU'D F1N4LLY H4V3 TH3 P3RF3CT R3SOLUT1ON TO 3V3RYTH1NG 4BOUT YOURS3LF YOU C4N'T ST4ND GC: SO 1 JUST K33P WOND3R1NG TO MYS3LF GC: TH4T M4YB3 1F ONLY 1 COULD JUST R3M3MB3R GC: 1 WOULDN'T H4V3 TO F33L L1K3 TH1S

the access to this knowledge seems to be a part of why she is so internally desperate for answers. the solution is right there seemingly but just out of reach. and in this desperate moment of trying to unlock those answers?

she remem8ers. (and i know the title of the flash is a reference to the song used in it but i will also point out just how vrisrezi it is to have her desperate attempts to recall her other self's memories be written in vriska's typing quirk)

at the end of this flash, terezi and vriska are about to be literally wiped from reality forever. and yet, they face that end smiling in each others arms. they are no longer relevant. there is no narrative significance to this moment. but its still what terezi needed to see in order to fulfill that part of herself.

um. i spent all day writing this in my free time. enjoy.

terezi save me. save me. terezi. terezi. terezi save me

#lore talks #homestuck #terezi pyrope #vrisrezi #homestuck analysis #homestuck meta

[fatgothgf]

sorry i dont post much anymore, one of my mutuals from here like 11 years ago decided she liked my posts so goddamn much she went on a really convoluted and long quest to seduce me and she finally used professional wrestling to manipulate me into forming a really intense homoerotic bond between us so i've kind of just been sending all the shit that used to be posts straight to her. sorry. it happens

[bengiyo]

Our Dating Sim Eps 5 & 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week had me so hyped out of my skin, because Shin Ki Tae made Lee Wan understand that they both suffered for all of these years. He admitted that he liked Lee Wan, too, and Lee Wan ran away before he could get an answer. I'm absolutely stoked to see Lee Wan grapple with the fact that he isn't just a victim of rejection, and that he also hurt someone.

Episode 5

When I tell you I'm so glad that Lee Wan is actually good this job, even if he can only draw Ki Tae.

Episode 5: The Distance Between Us

I'm in love with Shin Ki Tae. This man is not shy about his feelings.

Lee Wan may be too gay to function. Be still, my heart.

Of course you're sleeping together: THERE'S ONLY ONE BED.

Alas, I must settle for them passing out in the living room.

They finally got to have their company dinner, but we don't have time to show it.

Not normally a fan of drunken first kisses, but I kinda like it here considering their history.

"Neither of us ran away this time. Do you want to try again?"

Okay, the comic book scene was cute.

Episode 6

Episode 6: The Promise to Never Be Apart

Shin Ki Tae is very green today.

Oh, I'm glad Ki Tae wasn't actually drunk, and was just nervous instead.

I'm becoming obsessed with these two. "You can try having a crush on me for a little while longer."

I hate shots of phones, because they usually look like shit. I'm kinda mad they used the effects budget to overlay the phone.

Oh, Lee Wan is wearing green pants on this date. A win for the respectthepetty readers.

This date is so fucking cute. We learned that they're both gay, and confirmed they were both only into each other this whole time.

Now they're engaged in parallel play. I love this.

I love them discussing and recontextualizing their high school interactions, and then doing the wrestling for an excuse to touch after a quick kiss routine.

Jealous Ki Tae is very bossy.

I love Sunny.

"If you're sorry, do better." WE STAN ONE MAN.

Oh, we were having too much fun. Now we have a professional opportunity potentially coming between them.

I love this so much! Why has it taken this long for a second chance couple to retread their earlier interactions through the lens of their mutual attraction? This was so satisfying. I'm gonna need all of you to be current for the finale next week!!

#our dating sim #korean bl #bl series #Ben watches

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Truth or dare?

Pairing: College!Stucky x college!reader (same universe as "Hold me please?" and "Falling for you like the leaves do" )

Summary: Steve and Bucky are hosting a party. What happens during truth or dare, stays in truth or dare... or does it?

warnings: an attempt at SMUT, intoxication, fluff, mentions of alcohol, nudeness, kissing/making out, cunnilingus, choking, biting, slight dirty talk (if you squint), petnames (doll, baby, blossom), mutual masturbation, they are idiots in love.

word count: 2k

a/n: This is inspired by kinktober, with the kink being "intoxication".As usual lazily proof-read by myself so mistakes are to be expected. English is not my first or my everyday-use language! If i missed any warnings please let me know and I'll add them right away! Hope you enjoy! THIS IS MATURE CONTENT

Moodboard gifted to me by the lovely @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Your new black dress enhancing your shape, and making you look damn sexy, if you could say so yourself. You’ve been looking forward to this party for weeks. Bucky and Steve was hosting this autumn party, a little pre-Halloween if you like. Without the costumes. All your friends were invited and the boys had been working so hard to host the best party ever.

Stepping out of your cab, you walk to Steve and Bucky’s apartment. The music already booming, and the sound of people laughing and talking making you smile.

You knock on their door and smooth down your dress.

“heeeey, my baby is heeere!” A drunk Steve opens the door for you, and embrace you in a big hug. Pulling back, he rubs his nose against yours.

“So glad you’re here. I’ve missed you” he purrs, and press a light kiss to your mouth. You giggle and push him off.

“Stevie, you big softie! Missed you too, darling” You put on a teasing facade, but your blood is rushing in your ears. Steve was a known as a handsy, flirty drunk so you you’re not the first or last of his friends to get kissed this evening, you think for yourself. Steve winks and walks off, sure in search of someone else to kiss.

You scan the room. Nat and Clint are arm wrestling in the corner of the room, Wanda and Vision cheering them on. Sam and Thor are having a drunk discussion about birds, arguing about ravens and falcons… what a pair of fucking weirdos. You make your way into the kitchen to grab a drink. Going into the kitchen, you gasp. Steve is sitting on the counter, Bucky standing between his broadly spread legs. They are heavily making out, the tiny moans sending jolts of arousal down to your core. Steve’s hands pulling on Bucky’s hair. Bucky’s hands running up and down Steve’s thick thighs.

 You freeze, and can’t take your eyes off them. After what must be at least 30 seconds, you snap out of the trancelike condition you turn to run out of the kitchen, only to stumble onto a chair instead. Bucky pulls away from Steve slowly and turns to you with a dopey grin. Oh my heavens, he’s totally shitfaced. Steve just looks at you with mischief in his eyes.

“Enjoying the show, baby?” his teasing making you even more aroused. “No, I mean, yes, I mean…. Sorry” you hide your face in your hands. Bucky pulls you into a hug.

“hiiiiii, blossooom” he hugs you tight, making you drop your hands to return the hug. Stroking your hands through his hair, you make a tiny noise of content. He pulls back and look at you, his eyes almost black. He quickly lifts you up and pin you against the kitchen wall.

“Bucky! What are you doing?!” you try to sound shocked but the words come out as a whisper. You wrap your legs around his torso, making your dress ride up your thighs.

“I really, and I mean really, like your new dress, doll” Bucky hungrily licks his lips, his eyes flicking down to look at your now exposed lingerie. “Black lace… My favourite” he says gruffly before crashing his lips to yours.

Your head spins like crazy, but you kiss back. Tongues gliding over each other, a low moan escaping your mouth. Suddenly a loud voice rings in your ears.

“LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!!” Natasha and Wanda yell. The others cheer loudly. You and Bucky breaks the kiss, and he puts you down on the floor again. The eye contact is intense and you are both panting.

“You joining the game, lovers?” Natasha smirks at the three of you. You blush, but Steve and Bucky just laugh and starts to round up drinks. You sit between Steve and Bucky when Natasha starts the game. You had taken a couple of shots; you needed some liquid courage before this game – and after that little happening in the kitchen.

Natasha starts the game. She looks at all of you then suddenly rings out. “Sam!” Sam looks at her, giving her smirk. “Yes, beautiful?” Natasha licks her lips, eyes lingering on Sam’s mouth. “Truth or dare?” Sam pretends to be thinking it over. Perking his lips he says “Dare.” The playful gleam in his eye makes Natasha huff out a laugh.

“I dare you to kiss Thor. And I mean properly, I wanna see tongues” Natasha licks her lips slowly, making everyone in the room hum. She was pretty, and she knew it.

Sam rolls his eyes but meets Natasha’s gaze. “Anything for you, babe.” Thor looks dumbfounded; you’re beginning to think that he has never played this game before. He looks so confused when Sam cups his face with his hands, but soon they are tongue kissing heavily. Loud cheers abrupt and Sam pulls back, winking at Natasha, who’s biting her lip with dark eyes.

The game goes on, and soon everyone has had their turn, except you. Wanda is the one asking you. “Truth or dare, Y/N?” By now you are drunk, giggling like crazy when you answer “Dare. Duh” you grin at Wanda, a giggle escaping her lips too. She looks over at Nat, who nods back.

“I dare you to kiss Steve.” You snort, thinking that this was the easiest round of truth or dare ever. “And Bucky” she looks at you, crossing her arms over her chest and looking way too proud of herself.

Arms sneaking behind your back, caging you in, pulls you out of your thoughts. Turning to Steve first you rub your nose against his, then leaning in to kiss him. He tastes sweet, and his lips are so soft. He licks into your mouth and you moan as you return the favor. You hear your friends cheering, but you take no notice of it as a large hand grips your neck. Bucky turns your head towards him, whispering against your lips. “My turn” He kisses you hungrily, arousal pooling in your already ruined panties.

“Yep, I guess the game is over! Who want shots?” Sam calls out and starts pouring. You, Steve and Bucky really don’t notice, too caught up in each other. You have moved to the couch now, cuddled up to each other. You’re starting to get really tired, your eyelids heavy.

“sleep here tonight doll. We’ll make it worth it” Bucky whisper into your ear. You look at them, smirking. “take me upstairs boys”

Steve and Bucky chuckle. Bucky picks you up and carries you to his room. Steve follows close behind, locking the door behind him. “You wanna sleep, baby? You tired?”  Steve’s voice is sweet as honey in your ear. You reach out for him, pulling him into a kiss, still in Bucky’s arms.

“Stay with me? Please?” Steve’s eyes soften and he nods. Bucky puts you down on his bed and turns to leave. “noooo, Bucky baby, don’t leave me” You make grabby hands. He turns towards you “Anything for my princess” he flops down on the bed, crawling towards you. He smirks, licking his lips as he add “and… my prince”. His eyes meet Steve’s and you actually whimper.

He crawls all the way up to Steve and cages him under his big frame. Steve spread his legs, Bucky finding his spot between them. They gaze into each other’s eyes before Steve pulls Bucky down in a bruising kiss. The kiss is filthy, making you clench your thighs together and a tiny moan leaves your lips.

“You like it, baby? Does it make you wet? You want us to take care of you?” Steve’s voice is gruff and low, lips rosy and bitten from the kissing. He looks you right in the eye, but breaks eye contact with a moan when Bucky bites his neck gently.

“Please, please. Take care of me. I can’t take it anymore.” With a growl both men turn their attention to you. Both leaning down to kiss you, placing kisses down your throat. Your dress is gently removed, its new after all! Bucky admires your body, loosening your bra and actually ripping your panties from your body. “Hey, those were brand new!” you pout.

He looks up at you, joy in his eyes “I’ll buy you new ones” he smirks, as he makes his way down your body, peppering you with kisses. He kisses all the way down to your weeping pussy. “Lookit that. Is this all for us, love? Come here Stevie, look at her” Steve stops kissing your neck, to lean down and look at you. “Oh, so wet for us. Such a good girl aren’t you?” Steve says with stars in his eyes.

Bucky leans down and licks a stripe from your opening to your clit, tongue swirling the bundle of nerves. The action making you gasp, and arch your back off the bed. What happens next makes your head spin. Bucky sits up, pulling Steve in to a filthy kiss. Their tongues fighing for dominance and both mean moaning into each other’s mouths. Breaking the kiss Bucky says  “she taste so sweet, doesn’t she?” Glancing down at your pussy he sees arousal glistening. “And I think she likes it when we kiss. Don’t you, baby?”

Biting your lip, you nod. Both men chuckle before diving into a deep kiss. They break apart and Bucky leans down to your pussy. His breath ghosting over it, before he dives in. His tongue is amazing, and your orgasm comes crushing from nowhere. Steve is kissing down your throat, to your breasts. His lips kissing your nipple, tongue peeking out to swirl around it. Your breath caught in your throat, another orgasm washing over you.

Bucky grins and crawls up your body, kissing Steve. “You wanna watch us?” a wicked smile on his lips. Both men stands up on their knees, with you between them. You nod, sliding up against the headboard.

Steve’s hands wander up Bucky’s body, dragging his shirt over his head. Toned chest, and big muscular arms comes into view and the metal arm is even more breathtaking in this condition. Steve is wearing a button up. Bucky grasps the shirt and rips it off so there are buttons flying everywhere. “Hey! That was my last one!” Steve tries his best to sound angry but his arousal trumps it. You whimper, making both boys turn to you. “Ah, so you like it rough? Hmm? Want me to toss him around?” You and Steve moan at Bucky’s words

. Suddenly Bucky’s metal arm is gripping Steve’s throat and pulling him into a rough kiss, all teeth and tongues. His flesh arm is reaching down to Steve’s pants, opening them and tugging them off. His boxers next to be torn off his body and Bucky stuff the remains in his back pocket. His fist finding Steves erect cock, pumping it slowly – moaning in each other’s mouths. Steves hands wander down from Buckys hair and down the the hem of his jeans, ripping the buttons open and tugging it down Bucky’s thick thighs. To your surprise Bucky isn’t wearing any boxers. Your eyes widen and Bucky stops kissing Steve.

“Check Steve’s back pocket, blossom” Bucky’s voice is rough and low. Glancing over at Steve’s jeans tossed on the floor, the waistband of black boxers are peeking up from the pocket. “You cheeky bastards” you gawk at them. “And don’t you love it” Steve moans out as Bucky bites the side of his throat, hard. Bucky manhandles Steve to lay next to you on the bed, his flesh fist pumping both their cocks now, the friction making both of them moan with pleasure.

“touch yourself, baby” Steve moans out. Your fingers quickly find your clit, lazily drawing circles over it. Bucky and Steve are starting to look ruined now, desperately chasing their orgasms. 

“Cum with us doll, please!” They groan out in unison. The sight of your two best friends making you fall over the edge, pleasure cursing through your veins.

Steve and Bucky cum together, painting each other’s tummies and chests with their spend. Bucky leans over the edge of the bed, finding his t-shirt, using it to clean both himself and Steve.

Both boys look at you, dopey grins on their faces. You smile back, patting the bed on each side of you. They lay down with you and wrap their arms around you. You starting to drift off. “Oh, hold on!”

You sit up, turning to Bucky. He looks at you with part confusion and part fondness. “What?” You grin, planting a big kiss on his mouth. Then turning to do the same to Steve, who looks at you with the outmost admiration.

“Can’t have my best boys falling asleep without their goodnight kiss” You lay back down, tucking yourself into their arms and drift off.

Your breathing is steady, you’re fast asleep. Sweet “I love you’s” are whispered in your ears, painting your dreams rosy-red.

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

#tonje writes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky #smut #fluff #kinktober 22

[neuroticboyfriend]

Earlier just this evening we were wondering how you were doing and were a concerned. What you went through there sounds horrible, but I'm glad you made it out despite that.

You're doing amazing and we're proud of you for surviving all that! We believe in you to be able to keep going despite that and everything else!

We're not mutuals with you but we care about you, and hope things start going better for you shortly <3

thank you... it really does mean a lot to know people were thinking about me. really. truly. im glad i made it out. it wrestles my heart that the day i get discharged, another lady there (who has been in institutions for decades) got news they're making her apply to pilgrim state hospital. im being specific here because pilgrim is a. beast of a place. hell on earth. probably one of the worst hospitals in the USA you could be sent to, from my knowledge.

i feel so guilty knowing i survived that fate but she may not. sorry to.. dump all that on you btw... i wish you well...

#asks #anon #yaybox #posting under the influence #psych ward #psych survivor

[sunlightandsuffering]

NOW I KEEP THINKING ABOUT ENEMIES EREMIKA GOD DAMN IT!

Mikasa doesn't know how she's fucked things up so supremely. The situation is so un-Mikasa-like it's ridiculous, in fact it's something Eren would fucking do. And yet, here she is, the phone dialling in her ear as she stands outside the bedroom of the guy she's just fucked, hoping to god Eren answers. "Hello," the voice on the other end is groggy, confused, and fuck he sounds good, voice gravelly with sleep, it's both her biggest comfort and worst nightmare all at once. "Eren," she whispers urgently into the phone, "I need you to pick me up." "What?" He grumbles, sounding like he wants to go back to bed, "Fuck off Mikasa." And then there is a click as the line dies.

Mikasa calls him again.

"Mikasa what the fuck--" She cuts him off this time, "I need you to pick me up you asshole." "Why?" He complains, "We have like a mutual hatred and I want to go to bed." Mikasa sighs, "I umm, I fucked up and you're the only one I can trust."

It's true, he's the only one, they might loathe each other, but Eren is also the only person she can trust with this, the only one who wouldn't open his mouth.

They're a part of the same overarching crime family, both raised to be next in line for the gang leader position, so they've been at odds since they were kids, Ackerman vs. Yeager at every turn. It's widely known that they absolutely hate each other, but at least she can trust Eren, she knows he's never go sideways or purposefully put her in harms way so of course he's the only one she can call now. And as she explains her situation, she's almost relieved it's him, anyone else would have gone back to bed. "So let me get this straight, you're telling me that not only did you sleep with our rival dealer, but you're in his apartment right now and you need a ride home?" Mikasa hisses her response, can he have some urgency, "Yes!" Eren laughs humourlessly, "Well fuck me I guess."

"Are you gonna come and get me or not?" MIkasa prompts and Eren tsks her in irritation, "Yeah, just send me your location." At this Mikasa scoffs, "You already have it." "I'm sorry what?" Eren sputters and Mikasa allows herself a little smirk, feeling smug, "Don't pretend you don't have my location, you stalk me all the time Eren." One too many conveniently timed booty calls had given him away, she has no doubt in her mind he knows exactly where she is at all times.

"I do not!" "Whatever Yeager, I know you have my location in your phone you little stalker." "You know if you want Mikasa you can fuck off and I won't pick you up," Eren challenges her casually and she shuts her mouth.

It's silent for a moment and Eren makes a noise of triumph before groaning on the other line as he wrestles around, probably getting ready, "Let me get my gun, I'll be over in a sec, fucking Ackermans," her curses as he hangs up the phone and Mikasa winces. Leave it to Eren, but at least he's reliable. He pulls up to the drug dealer's apartment looking every inch the rival gang leader he was born to be, driving a discrete black sports car and glaring murderously at her from the driver's seat.

Eren gives her the most unimpressed look as he unlocks the car and she steps in. He's sitting there, looking utterly delectable, black t-shirt tight around the strong set of his shoulders, legs encased in dark jeans, his hand grasped loosely around the steering wheel. He looks like a handsome mobster, even more so as the steel of his eyebrow piercing catches the light, his glock resting casually on top of the console, like he was prepared for a drive by shooting. She doesn't doubt he probably was. "Really Mikasa?" He asks, his face pinching up in disgust, "This asshole?" "It was an accident." One she doesn't want to repeat, especially when there's a much better look accident right next to her, a much safer bet, because although her and Eren might hate each other, might be vying for the same title, at least he's from the same crime family.

He makes an irritated noise as he puts the car in drive, peeling into the street, "If you're gonna fuck up so massively at least just come to my place next time, you'll save us both some time."

She wants to retort back but he's not wrong, at least Eren is a mistake that's safe, one that she can always make and no one will fuss about.

#enemies to enemies #eremika #lys's drabbles

[theecrybaby]

Had to delete my OG blog because of te/rfs.

I’ve been active on here since like 2010 and I’m real fucking sad and pissed off.

I was able to follow everyone from my og blog but now I have no followers or mutuals. I’m sorry for the empty blog, please follow me if you like/reblog/resonate with any of the following:

- Being Queer (I’m non-binary/genderfluid and bi but use queer mostly)

- Being disabled/mentally ill (I blog a lot about being disabled, being mentally ill, and cripplepunk stuff)

- if you run an Etsy shop or small business; my store specifically is about the two above items - but I don’t think I’ll post links here because I’ve got stalkers who know my shop name

And some other interests of mine that are less defining, but still important:

🖤 Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, photography, NBC’s Hannibal, wrestling (WWE & AEW), being married, being Child Free, dogs and pet ownership, goth fashion, HALLOWEEN and other fall/autumn things, unhinged humor, being horny on main but still tasteful, being born in the 90s/growing up in the 2000’s

My blog has no theme, I don’t not queue, this is my favorite hellsite (affectionate), thanks so much. Let’s fucking do this.

#queer community #queer stuff #disabled #disability #cripplepunk #actually borderline #fall out boy #twenty one pilots #wwe #Hannibal #child free #dogs #goth #Halloween