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silly-bean · 2 months

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5 songs you're obsessed with...

(Just 5?? How the hell am I just gonna pick 5 😭)

thanks for the tag @withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick!

Greatest Show on Earth (Nightwish) - yes it's 21 minutes, yes they keep you engaged the entire time, and i am obsessed w/ every minute. This one is the recording from their Wembley 2015 concert which is my personal favorite version. It covers the history of life on planet earth from the beginning to now in one song and it's fucking amazing so listen to it right fucking now (especially go find the youtube version because then you can watch the band have the time of their lives on stage)

Where Butterflies Never Die (Broken Iris) - psychadelic is how I describe this song but I can't find another word I like better. I discovered this song shortly before I got super into Trigun and holy fucking shit the amount I freaked out when I made the connection about the butterfly shit. Anyways highly recommend

Can You Hear It? (Aviators) - Off the Dreams of the Deep album, it's a fantastic song that digs into that good good eldritch horror stuff similar to the stuff we get in Bloodborne (which, there is at least one bb inspired song on this album so go listen to the entire thing if that sounds cool). Alt-rock with orchestral stuff thrown in I am in love from those first instrumental bars

The Seas (Envoi) - There's something about Envoi's sound and style that is just big nostolgia for me. It's sorta pop punk/rock but not quite and i just love it so much. This one gives me major season 2 opening for an anime vibes i don't know how else to explain it 😅 I recommend all their other stuff too it's great ("Ghost" to this day gives me such Tifa vibes its incredible).

Crash Poet (Cold Kingdom) - for me this is the song for Genesis. Blatant poetry/stage performance analogies?? Begging for the chance to step up and show how much you have to offer to the world? Yeah, it's Genesis alright.

as for tagging, how about @ibyte13, @nexomify, @darktiger57, @raeofgayshine and anyone else who wants to!

#picking only 5 was the hardest fucking thing i swear to god #i am obsessed with practically my entire playlist let me tell you #some runners up include 'vacant surrender' by casey edwards and victor borba #'whisper' by burn the ballroom #'dust and gold' by arrows to athens #and 'unbecoming' by STARSET #i just love music you guys #tag game #music tag game #bean things #Spotify

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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Stubborn

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

Summary: after a mission gone wrong, one of the newest Avengers is captured and tortured for information.

Warnings: language, torture, abuse, whipping, defiant whumpee

Word Count: 621

Prompt: Defiance, Dragged, Stifled Scream

A/N: day 5 of Whumpril by @whumpril

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She wouldn’t give in.

Stubbornness was a trait that many loved about her. That trait, however, was now looking like it would be her tragic downfall.

She had been on a solo mission. It was supposed to be easy. Supposed to be are the key words. It was just an info gathering mission. She just had to sneak into the base and plug in the chip before wiping the base clean. Steve had told her that he trusted her to do it herself.

What they didn’t know was that they were expecting her. Or at least expecting someone. It was an ambush. Totally unfair on all counts. But that’s what they say isn’t it? That life is unfair.

She definitely felt that way after days of abuse. Things weren’t getting better; in fact, they were getting worse. It didn’t seem like things were going to get better anytime soon.

She wouldn’t let them see that they were getting to her, though. She’d rather die than give them that satisfaction.

The same man that had been coming into her cell for days now entered. Every day it was the same damn demands and questions. Every day she refused. And the man had enough of it.

“You will tell me everything you know, or I swear to god you will regret being born!” He sneered at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to make her look up at him. She grit her teeth, determined to not whimper.

“I already do,” she coolly shot back. The hand released her hair to backhand her with a loud smack that resonated throughout the cell.

“You need to be taught a fucking lesson, bitch,” he snarled, hosting her body up from the chair she was sitting on.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

He shoved her in response, tired of her smart ass comments.

He walked her to a different cell and chained her to the wall. She knew that wasn’t a good sign. Her entire body flinched as the man cracked a whip behind her. It was a warning. A warning that she would not pay any mind to. She would not submit. No matter what, she had to stay loyal.

The first lash was unlike anything she had ever felt. Agony rippled through her back as the material tore her flesh. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming too loud. That only seemed to draw more blood out of her body.

Tears began pooling in her eyes as the man geared up for a second lash. The second one wasn’t any better than the first. She struggled to keep quiet, however. It was the sort of feeling that you couldn’t just not scream at.

She lost count after seven lashes. The pain and delirium combined all of the excruciating lashes together.

When the man finally decided he was pleased with the amount of marks on her body, he released her from the chains. She fell down unceremoniously in a pile of exhausted and abused limbs.

The man didn’t care whatsoever. He took one of her arms and dragged her across the dirty ground, not caring what infections she was bound to pick up with all of her open wounds.

Now that, that was the hardest part to keep silent. The ground was rough and unforgiving against her mutilated skin. It felt like she was being dragged over a bed of nails or even hell itself.

When the man left her alone in the cell, she finally let herself weep. The pain was unbearable.

Darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision and she could only hope that someone would come for her soon. They had to, right?

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moonfurthetemmie · 6 months

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FOR PLUTO:

how long did the maze took yall to build it?? ( like costume the warehouse as the backrooms ) ALSO what's the metrical of the exit door?? I swear it's important question

and since Byte/Error doesn't like physical touch, do u like- just hold her hand while yall sleep or do u just hold one of her fingers??

Pluto: Wh-

Pluto: okay who are you people? Where do keep coming from??

Pluto: And how do you know about the-

Slash: dude the maze took so goddamn long you have no idea

Pluto: Oh my god.

Pluto: I think it took us…about 5 years and a month??

Byte: We spent weeks just trying to map it out.

Slash: And trying to figure out how to keep people from running around when we weren’t there.

Pluto: We spent almost as many weeks watching engineering videos to figure out how to make the spikes even work.

Byte: The spikes definitely were the hardest part.

Byte: Painting and building the walls took the longest, but it wasn’t really that hard. Just time-consuming.

Byte: And we had to repair the catwalks, and the lights, and the fans…

Pluto: Yeah, Byte was amazing when we started the repairs. Her strings made it so much easier to get up to the fuckin’ things.

Byte, snickering: And then we only half-assed fixed things because the other two got scared of being so high up

Slash: You could’ve gone up there, yknow.

Byte: I was fixing the catwalks!

Byte, elbowing Slash: Which neither of you wanted to do because you were too afraid they’d break underneath you and you’d break your necks.

Pluto, with mock-offense: Which was a valid concern considering that almost happened before we actually started with them! Twice!

Slash, laughing: Man, the look on your face that one time-

Pluto, pouting: Eat knives

Byte: …Hey, how big is the door?

Slash: I…don’t know?

Slash: We just kinda…cut a hole. In one of the actual doors.

Byte: Yeeah. So the warehouse’s exterior doors are all the same big ass heavy rolling doors, kinda like garage doors?

Byte: Normally there’s some heavy machinery that opens them and shit, but uh. It doesn’t work anymore.

Byte: And even if it had it was all on the inside, so we couldn’t have gotten to it when we first found it, so.

Byte: We just kinda eyeballed it? It’s roughly the same sized as normal door.

Pluto, grinning: Why don’t you come visit the maze and see for yourself how big the door is?

Slash, also grinning: We can show you all our hard work, too!

Byte, also grinning: We could even give you the genuine Backrooms Maze experience, if you wanted.

[A paper airplane smacks Slash in the face. Ah, the dangers of being tall.]

Slash: Hey, the fuck??

Slash, picking it up: …Is there something written on this?

Slash, unfolding the plane: “and since Byte/Error doesn’t like…” ok wait hold on

Pluto, reading over her shoulder: …Am I the only one who finds it weird that this person is asking how we sleep?

Byte: excuse me??

Slash: Yeah no this feels weird

Pluto: Do we…have to answer this stuff? Where are these even coming from? Who are these people?

Byte, coming over to read: Why do they know so much about us, too?

Byte: I don’t like this

(In their defense, it would be kinda weird. It’s okay though; they’re just extra suspicious of strangers. To answer your question, Byte’s comfy enough with Slash and Pluto that she’s perfectly fine cuddling with them. With those two specifically, it’s mostly unexpected touch, or physical contact when stressed. Cuddling’s fine though! She just is always on the outside of the cuddle pile)

#Ask Horror Dreamswap #horror!ds #h!ds slash #h!ds pluto #h!ds byte #This got SO long dear god #I had to alternate between this and helping mom find some FUCKING stickbugs in animal crossing #evasive little shits #this is why I did not promise speed!

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chuckbass-love · 3 years

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20,39,42 with Andy Barber?

Hey, lovely anon. First of all i hope you’re doing well and second of all, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and i hope y’all have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a hot minute since i last wrote for Andy.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Prompts Used:

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are”

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

42) “I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Warnings: Smut. Sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, spanking, daddy kink, love making (kinda), arguing, swearing, angst and a sprinkle of fluff for good measure. That’s right, used all 3. 18+ you know the drill.

Word Count: 6,796

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cassercole go check them out💕

Do You Feel What I Feel?

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After a long and interesting weekend, you’re a lot less eager to get back behind your desk to work for Andy Barber than you usually are. One reason in particular being that you’ve been dating other people behind his back. See the thing with you and Andy is that you’ve known him for 2 whole years, worked for him for 1 year and been fucking him since the evening of your very first day. He got you the job to work with him after you got laid off.

You met him after he showed up for one of your seminars at college and he gave a presentation on what it’s like to be a lawyer and you just clicked. But it was strictly platonic...until you showed up on that first day dressed in a knee length skirt, a semi sheer polka dot blouse with stockings and heels. He was shocked to say the least. You looked entirely different and he’d never seen you this way before. It turned him on and he let you know it.

As you were packing your things away and bidding him goodbye for the day, he called you back into his office and instructed you to lock the door behind you before he began to inform you of the effect you had on him. Starting slowly by telling you how he was taken aback by your ability to think on your feet, use your initiative and then just like that, it all came out and he couldn’t control his hunger much longer.

He kissed you so hard that night that the breath was knocked from your lungs but you loved it, you yearned for more of that feeling and he fucked you so good that you made it a regular thing, without even realising it was becoming one until it was too late. You’d just show up at each others places without a warning and before you knew it, he was fucking you into the mattress and making you cum with a cry of his name.

Now back to the present... you like Andy, in fact if you’re being truthful with yourself, you’ve fallen so madly in love with him that you know it’s time to quit him. He’s like a drug, an addiction and you need to stop going back for more. Hence why you decided that enough was enough.

You met a guy online, his name is Ashley and he was more than keen to take you out so you happily obliged and sure you had a nice time but there’s just one issue lying in your way. Andy is unsuspecting of your little date and it’s been eating away at you since said date walked you back to your apartment. You know that you need to tell him but you fear that it’ll cost you your job, he did hire you to help you out after all.

Before you can wallow more in your choice to keep things from him, he calls you into his office and you haven’t even gotten any work done yet, you only sat down 5 minutes ago.

What could he possibly want so early on?

“Yes, Mr Barber?” you ask flirtatiously, making him glare up at you before gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. Which you do.

“So today i’m gonna need you to file this paper work into the data base for me” he starts, lifting up a pile taller than the length of your forearm and now you’re annoyed for real this time. He knows full well that you’re still finishing off the stack from Friday and yet here he is presenting more work for you to do “get it done by the end of the day” he finishes, flashing you another stone cold glare as he looks back down at the paper on his desk, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence for a second longer.

Until you speak up “Andy, you know i’m still finishing off Frid....”

“That’s Mr Barber to you and you can leave now” his rude and snappy interruption makes you scoff as you shake your head at the tone in his voice, he’s not in any mood today to help you out or make exceptions. So you do as you’re told, hauling the heavy pile into your arms and lugging it back to your desk outside. Once it’s on your desk, you walk back to shut his door before he asks, making sure to slam it harder than needed to make it known that you’re angry with him.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care though.

Now to get started on all of this work that’ll probably mean you staying later tonight, just brilliant. Guess your second date with Ashley will have to be rescheduled.

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You finish off half of the pile by the time it gets to 1:30pm and you’re due a lunch break round about now so seeing as though Andy hasn’t left his office all day, you decide to pop out for some food with one of the other assistants, Stacey. Thank God you don’t have to face him since you have absolutely no clue what could have possibly rattled his cage this morning to make him snap at you like that. The two of you have always had this ongoing joke of you calling him Mr Barber and he usually allows you to call him by his first name until today when that alone was enough to anger him.

It’s obvious that you’ll have to put off telling him about your date until he’s in a better place to receive the news. You’re hoping that since he’s always been opposed to commitment that he’ll take it well but the halt in your fooling around might annoy him a little. It’s not your problem though, he always knew you were planning to eventually settle down.

Upon your return to your desk you find Andy sat in your chair, looking through your work “where the hell have you been?” he mutters as he avoids your eyes “you know what, don’t even bother making excuses, my office, NOW” you jump out of fear as he raises his voice slightly at you for the first time in the whole 2 years you’ve known him. Your anxious body shuffles into his office, scared of what’s about to happen.

“Was i not clear enough earlier Y/N? Hm? Because i specifically remember asking you to have this work done by the end of the day. You get off at half 4, it’s now half 2 and you’ve only done half. Do i pay you to galavant around town with Stacey or do i pay you to do your goddam job?”

In the 2 years that you’ve known Andy, he’s also never made you cry, yet here you are trying your absolute hardest not to let these tears fall in front of him.

“You pay me to do my job and i’ve tried my best to get it done. I-I’m sorry” you stand there awkwardly, picking at the torn skin around your fingernails as you stare hopelessly at your stilettos. “Well your best isn’t fucking good enough Y/N, try harder. You can stay here until all of the paperwork is done and that includes Friday’s load too now close the door on your way out”

Is he actually serious? He can’t be, surely. What is wrong with him?

“No” you stand tall, hands on your hips as you talk back and if he was angry before then now he’s livid with you “What do you mean no?” he questions, stepping towards you, hands in his pockets as he awaits your answer.

“I said, no. Just because you’re in a bad mood for whatever reason does NOT mean that you get to stand here and humiliate me. I said no and that’s final. I’ll do my best to get today’s work done before i leave but Friday’s work can wait and i don’t care what nasty comment you have in store to throw back at me”

His face screws up as he clenches his jaw again, you should feel really scared right about now, that comment might have just cost you this job but you don’t care. If that’s the case then you’ll walk out of here proud of yourself along with one less so called friend in your life.

“Bad mood? I’m furious and you don’t even know the half of it” he picks his phone up, tapping a couple times before handing it to you and walking back to his desk to sit down. You watch the clip in his camera roll, squinting as you try to make out the faces in it and then you realise that it’s you and Ashley. Fuck. He was there that night at your apartment, he was obviously coming to see you and you didn’t even know it. He must have seen you with another man and changed his mind. You feel awful as you look back at him, he just sighs once you place the phone onto his desk.

“Andy, i-i”

“Save it. If you wanted to cut our little deal off then you shoulda just said. I don’t appreciate being lied to Y/N and i don’t fancy talking about it with you for a minute longer so just do as your fucking told and get back to work”

All you can do is turn around and walk away since you’ve done enough damage already. But all you can think about is the look on his face after you watched the incriminating clip. He looked sad, broken even and it’s replaying in your brain over and over. Torturing you.

This is why he’s been so nasty today, so demanding and harsh. He’s hurt that you lied to him, hurt that you were with someone else, even if it was just dinner. You still arranged a date with another man and went and what Andy has never wanted to admit before, not even to himself is that he really likes you. In fact no, he’s fallen madly in love with you.

Every waking moment of his life is spent with you on his mind. You even corrupt his dream world too and it’s gotten out of control. Saturday he decided it was time to cut your little deal off and start over. He was going to do it right, confess his feelings, ask you on a date and then take you out and treat you like a princess.

Ever since he laid his blue eyes on you that first time when he was doing the presentation in your class at college, he liked you. You asked so many questions, engaged a lot in the debates and he knew then that you were going to play an important role in his life. And you have. You became close friends, going out regularly and doing things like bowling and eating dinner together more than a handful of times. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his but there was this unspoken rule that you had to remain just friends. He wasn’t ready for anything serious and you were still not over your ex.

But then when you walked through his office door on your first day dressed in that skirt, those heels and stockings and lets not forget about that blouse. He was trying his hardest not to drool. One things for sure though, he was painfully hard for you.

When he came to your apartment Saturday and saw you outside your door with some preppy douchebag who was around your age, he felt this lump in his throat form as his heart ached. Sure he expected you to get a man eventually after all you are 24 and he’s in his 30’s. But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. He also didn’t expect you to have such an effect on him the way you have but here he is, angry at you for moving on without telling him and angry that you aren’t his anymore.

He feels bad for shouting at you today, for being so harsh with his words. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes right away but he was too pissed off to stop and now he’s almost certain that any friendship the two of you had is gone for good thanks to his vile actions.

Another 2 hours tick by and you’re still working at your pile, you’ve still got a lot left being that he’s included Friday’s in your load too. It’s going to be a long night so you pick your phone up and call Ashley.

“Ashley hey, it’s uh, it’s Y/N. Listen, i have to work late today so i won’t be able to make it” you announce and as he responds, Andy opens his door but you don’t notice.

“Rain check? Uh...” you trail off, trying your hardest to decide if you even want to see him again. It’s like you’re torn. On one hand you have Andy, your dream man. A man who knows your body like the back of his hands and a man who can more than likely take care of you if you just took a leap and told him about your feelings but then on the other hand you have Ashley. A guy who is your age and who makes you laugh a hell of a lot. Before you can even decide though, you hear a cough behind you. It’s Andy.

“Ashley can i call you back? It’s just now’s not really a good time, i have a lot of work to get done”

You hang up the phone as your eyes are locked onto Andy’s and the moment your phone is placed back onto your desk he wraps his large hand around your wrist, lifting you up off your chair and tugging you into his office. You watch as he locks the door behind him before going back to sitting behind his desk.

“You gonna see him again?” he asks, jaw clenched.

“I-I uh, i don’t know. I’m a little torn right now” your eyes settle on his plump pink lips, wanting nothing more than to bite down on his bottom one as you sink down onto his cock but you’re dirty thoughts come to a staggering halt as he speaks. “Torn with what? You like him right?” why is he asking you these things? Is he trying to torture himself with the details.

“Yes i mean no i mean I don’t know. I like him but i don’t think i can date him”

“How come?”

“Because i like someone else, in fact i love someone else”

Andy feels his heart sink further as more cracks appear threatening to shatter it completely. You love someone else and now he’s truly out of the game.

Rage works it’s way back into his body and he can’t help but take it out on you “did you sleep with him? Huh? Did the douche bag get to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”

At first you find him funny, laughing as you look around the room, anywhere but his eyes but then your own rage sets in.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, he didn’t. We had dinner and that’s it” you state, matter of factly as you place your hands back onto your hips..

“Bullshit”

“Is that what you really think of me Andy? You think i’d just give it up to any guy that even looked my way. Wow, i knew you were a lot of things but vicious was definitely not one of them and what’s that i smell? Is it jealousy? Surely not.” you tut, shaking your head “I don’t think i even know you at all by the looks of things if you thought lying to me was better than being honest and trust me, i’m not jealous in the slightest, in fact i pity you. It’s your sex life that will suffer” he doesn’t falter for even a second as he stares you down and just as he anticipated, you’re the first one to break, looking away from him. You can’t help the way your heart starts to race from all of the fury filling up your body. How dare he.

“I was only keeping it from you until i found the right time to tell you. And don’t you dare think for one second that just because we’ve slept together that you have any right to comment on my sex life. You made it perfectly clear that monogamy wasn’t your thing so don’t be mad when i finally want to move on from being someone’s fuck buddy” you spit, heat rising to your cheeks as you realise what you just said. Fuck.

“I’ll comment on whatever i fucking want to so quit the bitching and yeah, i don’t do commitment but i sure as hell wouldn’t be with you even if i did”

You don’t respond to him this time, there’s no quick comeback to fire his way, no insult that could mean you having the upper hand again. Nothing is left but shock and disappointment. He really said that, he really played on your biggest insecurity. He played on it and used it to his advantage, to get the upper hand and win the argument.

“What? Got nothing to say?” he snorts, smug grin on his face. Watch his smile disappear now...

“I love you, Andy” you finally get the words out and you feel as if you’re going to choke on them and die right here in his office. Cause of death, unrequited love.

“W-what?” he’s practically speechless, his words barely audible.

“I’m so madly in love with you and i have been for a while now. But i continued to shut my feelings out and reject other guys because i came to the realisation that having you in any way that i could would be enough for me even if it meant that i couldn’t have you in the way that i’ve always wanted. But none of this matters now, right? Because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel and where you stand. You wouldn’t date me even you did date and that’s fine but at least now both our cards are on the table”

He looks up at you, using his index finger to force you to look back at him and when you do, he looks so deep into your eyes almost as if he’s attempting to see into your soul. Like he’s trying to search for any signs of dishonesty.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of going out with other guys you shoulda told me and been honest about it?” is all he can say and that’s the last response you expected but what catches you off guard the most is how he said it, almost like he was hurt and relieved simultaneously.

“Andy, you’re my boss and you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship” he has absolutely no right to lecture you about honesty when he’s spent the entire time he’s known you blabbering on about how the single life is better for him and how he’d hate to be tied down again. You roll your eyes as you move away from him when he attempts to move closer.

Silence falls upon the two of you and it seems never ending, leaving you no choice but to leave. The moment you turn around to walk away he’s on his feet too “where are you going?” the tone his voice makes it sound as though he’s pleading for you to stay without actually saying the words.

“I’m going back to my desk to do my fucking job, just like you told me to do earlier” you turn back around but just as you expected, he stops you “look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just mad that you”

“Mad about what? That i went out on a date? I’m a single woman Andy and despite our little deal, i don’t belong to you so you have no right to be mad at me for doing what any other single person does”

He bites down on his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his perfectly styled locks, messing them up instantly “God, you’re so fucking infuriating”

“I’m infuriating? You really are clueless to your own behaviour aren’t you? I just told you that i love you and you still haven’t told me if you feel the same. So i think that says it all, don’t you?” you stop yourself before continuing your rant, trying your hardest to prevent something worse slipping out. Right now in your state, you’re bound to say things that you don’t mean and will later regret. “you know what, i think i’m gonna take the work load home and complete it there. I’ll see you tomorrow, if i still have a job that is” you raise your brows at him, praying he doesn’t fire you for your attitude alone. But to your surprise he doesn’t.

“You really think that low of me? That i’d ever fire you because of what’s going on between us outside of this office? Wow” he leans back on his desk and his shoulders drop as he slumps over, looking down at his large calloused hands.

“It’s what i assumed would happen. You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t want me gone after today?”

“I don’t, believe it or not. But i have no time to deal with this discussion any longer, i have to leave early today” he says as he goes back to sitting behind his desk again and turning his computer back on “i don’t expect you to stay any longer, you can take that work home and finish it after your date” he mutters the last few words, pulling a face as if they make him sick.

“Really? We’re back to that again. God i’ve had it with you” you spit, biting down on the inside of your cheek before strutting over to the door but his hand stops you before you even get yours on the lock.

“Let me go Andy. I don’t even want to look at you, let alone be stuck in a room with you” harsh, but in this moment it’s true. He’s done nothing but upset you all day long and even after your stupid decision to confess your love for him, he’s still doing it. You feel so defeated right now that you can’t take another second of his shit.

“Just one more thing and then you’re free to go and fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. How many guys have you been on dates with since we started hooking up?” the desperation is evident in his eyes as they pierce into yours, searching again but this time for the answers before you can even open your mouth to give them to him “one. It was only one date on Saturday night with Ashley” and that’s the truth. You would never repeatedly date behind his back, this was a one off. A one off you’re regretting more as the seconds tick by.

An awkward silence falls upon the two of you once more as he walks back over to his desk, pacing next to it and creating a draft. “Are you planning to see him again?” and he’s back with more questions. Why does he care so much?

He clearly doesn’t love you too otherwise he’d have said it once you confessed your feelings for him. Instead he left you looking like the biggest joke ever, the clown. And you feel so mortified for even believing he’d say it back.

Silly little Y/N, always catching feelings for men who don’t feel the same way back. You’re starting to feel as though you’ll never find someone.

But still his behaviour has you second guessing him. Maybe he does like you and that’s why he’s acting so hurt.

“Maybe i will, after all i am single. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it Andy?” you know full well that you’re pushing down hard on his buttons and you can see his cheeks turn red as his knuckles turn white from his tight grip on the side of the table.

“What you don’t like that? You don’t like the thought of me on top of Ashley, sinking down onto his cock as he touches my body and kis -”

Out of nowhere he interrupts you, slamming his fist down onto his desk “dammit, Y/N, what is it with you? Trying to make me jealous? Because i’ve had just about enough of you running your mouth” he pulls one of the chairs out, falling into it and spreading his legs “In fact. I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use? Huh? Maybe then you’ll shut up about that fucking douche bag” he is jealous, it’s so obvious to you now. He’s jealous of Ashley, jealous of the possibility of him spending time with you and he hates the thought of someone stealing you away from his tight grasp.

You can’t quite believe your ears or your eyes as he spreads his legs further, grazing his hand over the tent in his dress trousers and you can’t help the gulp that follows.

“Andy”

“Shhh, enough talking. I don’t have it in me anymore to argue with you, just come here” he insists but you stand your ground “no. i can’t keep going round and round in circles with you with absolutely no end in sight and with no hope for you to reciprocate how i feel. I’m sorry but i’m leaving”

Yet again, as expected, he clears his throat “fine. I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Like they always do around Andy, your legs turn to jelly and your eyes glaze over along with your better judgement being clouded by x rated thoughts of him railing you. The idea of him touching himself, working his hand expertly around his girthy cock causes arousal to flood your panties. How dare your body betray you like this. How dare your mind do the same. It’s not fair that every time you think you have the upper hand and the dominance, he comes along, snatching it away from you and proving you wrong.

You have absolutely no idea why you’re about to do what you’re about to do other than the fact that your body gravitates toward him like a magnet and it’s out of your control.

So without a second longer to fester or overthink, you spin around on your heels, charging towards him. Andy watches in awe as you drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. Once you free his cock from the confines of his black Calvin Kleins and into your small hand you spot the droplets of precum oozing out of the slit on his red bulbous head. You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them as you give the tip a couple of kitten licks before spitting all over his shaft and pumping him agonisingly slow.

“Fuck” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips the arm rests on the chair when you take him into your mouth “attagirl, sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking pro” his hands grip your face as he continues to watch you go to work, making a mess of yourself as you gag around him,

You don’t bother to issue a warning before taking all of him in your mouth, all the way down to his balls over and over. Making sure to hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, your tongue licking the underside of him as your hands grasp his balls. He starts bucking his hips up, attempting to fuck your mouth but you push him back down as a whole batch of unholy sounds that only you can elicit from him fall from his perfect lips, the sounds that are so loud and downright filthy that he has no option but to cover his mouth with his hand, biting down one of his thick digits to keep from exposing himself to his unsuspecting colleagues outside.

He soon pulls you off and you do so with a pop. He forces you to look up at him, his hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing aggressively “no matter what undeserving boys you go out on a date with, no matter who flirts with you. You’re mine, always have been and always will be” he moves you to straddle his lap before he stands up to move the two of you to the couch.

“So no more dates princess, no more other guys. Because i’m the only one who gets to have you. Is that clear?” he cocks his brow up at you and you nod in response before mumbling a quick “yes” to satisfy his need for confirmation and assurance.

He lifts your knee length dress up to your stomach before he gets to touching you, squeezing at your ass cheeks a little too hard for your liking but you secretly love the way he gets so rough with your body, the way he smacks both ass cheeks repeatedly until you wince from how sore he’s made you.

“God, these clothes drive me crazy. Ever since that first day i met you, i’ve wanted you and when you started working here, i was so desperate to fuck you as you wore these stockings and these heels. You’re so fucking hot, princess and you have no idea how crazy you drive me when you bend over, shoving this ass in my face”

He starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses on the spot that has your back arching as you grip onto the back of his neck to steady yourself. He’s working you up all the more, turning the pool in your panties into a river. You’re dripping wet for him, desperate for him to just fuck your greedy pussy, desperate to clench down around his cock as he pounds into you.

“You’ve done it before Andy. Many times in fact”

His kisses halt as he smirks at you, that devilish look in his eyes. It always drives you wild “do it again, please, i need it” you beg pathetically and much to your surprise, he does exactly that. He takes your panties, tugging them to the side and playing with your soaked core a little as well as touching your bundle of nerves. You whine into the crook of his neck as you urge him to hurry before he eventually pulls his pants further down his legs to position himself at your entrance better. You don’t even have time to breathe before he’s knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks himself to the hilt inside of you.

The way his pace continues to pick up until it’s rendering on animalistic is causing you to let out the loudest and sexiest sounds, it’s like music to his ears but he can’t have anyone hearing this. He flips the two of you over so that you’re below him, your legs pushed back to your head and you hold them in place. His hand covers your mouth as he slides himself back in, not making any effort to start slow “you’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are” he continues with rough snaps of his hips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon and causing the sweet music you make to vibrate onto his hand.

“Yeah, like this? Like the way i fuck this pretty little cunt?”

Thrust

“Bet his cock couldn’t even touch what mine does to you, the way you cry out for more and scream my name every time. The way i can make you cum with just my words and my fingers. God, such a dirty little girl for me, ain’t that right, princess?”

Satisfied hums follow his questions along with a frantic nod as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like a knot twisting and pulling, you’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the impending orgasm. “Don’t make a fucking sound when i move my hand, okay?” again you nod in response and he moves his hand, smiling down at you with adoration in his eyes before moving his hand to your aching sex. His fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles on it and as soon as your walls flutter around him, he knows your close.

“Gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess all over my cock? My filthy girl, go on baby, cream all over me”

Just like that, along with his permission you let everything go, allowing yourself to really feel the pleasure. Your walls flutter around him again and again and each time he pulls out of you he spots your juices as they cover his cock beautifully. The sight alone has his hips snapping harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off of the walls in his office and you accidentally let out a lewd moan that he swallows with his kiss as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer “cum for me daddy” your encouragement sends his entire world spinning as his thrusts stagger.

His cock jolts inside of you, twitching like crazy before his cream fills you up deliciously, painting your walls in thick ropes. You arch your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You need to feel his lips on yours.

He kisses you so hard that your teeth clash, making the two of you chuckle into each others mouths before attempting again. This time his tongue forces it’s way past your lips, battling with yours as he rides the two of you through your dramatic and intense highs.

Once his hips still and he pulls out, he flops down next to you. The two of you are nothing but a panting mess. Chests rising and falling along with your erratic heart beats.

“I love you too” he confesses, making you gasp as you turn your head to look at his spent body, the way his eyes meet yours and tears pool in them has your eyes doing the same.

“Andy”

“I’m not finished. I’ve felt this connection with you since the day i first met you, it caught me completely off guard. When we made the deal for it to be just friends, i was upset. I wanted a lot more but i know i wasn’t ready just yet. But the way you’d draw out laughter from me that no one else has ever been able to and the way you’d boss me around only made my feelings grow. Then we fucked and it was like confirmation to me that i was well and truly screwed. But i kept coming back for more because it was like an addiction, i had to have you in any way that was possible and if sex was the only way then i’d have stayed single forever just to keep you close. I’d have done anything to be able to hold your body and kiss your neck and make you feel good. If doing that as just your fuck buddy was the only way then so be it. But i got to a point where just fucking you wasn’t enough. I wanted something real with you. So on Saturday-” before he can even finish you sigh, sitting up.

“You came to tell me how you felt? Andy, why didn’t you just say that earlier?” you don’t know how to feel right now. You’re so consumed by emotions that your head is spinning. One one hand you’re angry, annoyed and upset that he kept this from you and didn’t just tell you he felt the same when you confessed how you felt. But then on the other hand you’re relieved and happy that he does feel the same. This was never some unrequited love, it’s always been reciprocated and real.

All the lingering stares you’d catch, all of the compliments thrown your way and the insults hurled at random guys who’d ogle you whenever you were out in public with him or whenever another guy at work would take an interest.

“I saw you with that guy Y/N and i broke down. Then today, i expected you to come in and talk to me about it but instead you sat down at your desk, acted normal and didn’t say a word. I was hurt that you’d keep this from me. I know we both felt these things and i know both of us were unaware of the feelings being reciprocated but you still didn’t tell me you’d even thought about seeing other people and i guess i just expected more from you, more honesty”

He’s right. You don’t have it in you to argue because he’s right. He might have had his reasons for hiding his true feelings but you hid your date from him and that’s a lot worse. How was he supposed to just come out with it when all he could think of was you with Ashley.

“You’re right. I was wrong, i didn’t even think about the effect it would have and i was selfish. To tell you the truth i only went out with that guy because i was trying to move on from you, i didn’t want to keep feeling this strongly with no possibility of you feeling the same so i did the first thing i knew to do, date some other guy”

Andy can’t say he isn’t relieved to hear you admit that preppy college boy means nothing to you but it’s bitter sweet, you saying that you thought your feelings were one sided so you wanted to move on to avoid getting hurt further makes him hurt too. You’ve always meant more to him than just some friendship or some steamy sex. You’re the first woman he’s even looked twice at since Laurie and that means a whole lot more than you’ll ever know or understand.

“So what now?” you ask, puppy dog eyes showing as you await his response.

“I know it’s a bit backwards but how about a date tomorrow?”

God, he really is so handsome, so sweet. His deep and raspy chuckles make you giggle along with him as you straddle him once again, crashing your lips to his, his beard scratching at your face just the way you like.

He pulls away for a second “is that a yes?” once more you shake your head, tutting at him “a thousand times yes, Mr Barber. Yes i’ll go out with you” he wraps his arms around you as he pulls you flush against his suit clad torso, kissing you eagerly and smiling into it. He finally got the girl.

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Titan’s Curse But Make It Time Loop: Nico di Angelo Edition

-Okay so I’m at work and not doing much and who wants to actually edit your shit drafts for your actual WIPs so that they’re less bad? No one, that’s who

-So I had an idea: The Titan’s Curse. Also known as the book where people start to die. It sucks to be a demigod in this book--for the first time in the original series, it really does.

-Not everything is fixed, not everyone is saved, and people start to have to make really tough decisions.

-So we fix it. Not by throwing Percy, or Annabeth, or Thalia, or, hell, even Bianca or Grover into the mix.

-Throwing the marginally more grown-up, more trained, and more knowledgeable demigods into the fire, who’d get everyone alive and safe by the third time ‘round? Nah.

-We’re making Nico fix this.

-Because here’s the thing about Nico di Angelo: Sure, he grows up to become a major badass, the Ghost King, so on and so forth. But not yet.

-For now, Nico is baby, a ten-year-old whose experience with any kind of fighting consists of one (1) Capture The Flag game and who’s still half-reliant on Mythomagic to explain what the fuck is happening.

-He’s also got the worst knowledge makeup possible! He knows he’s a son of Hades, which is bad, he knows to stick monsters with the pointy end of swords but nothing else, he knows that Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace are Very Big Deals (But also doesn’t know why beyond parents), and he’s, at best, vaguely aware that there’s some kind of bad prophecy hanging around.

-Also by the end of the book, he’s just been told his last immediate family who isn’t Hades is dead in one of the worst ways possible, and he--pretty irrationally IMO, but Nico’s a kid who has been through a lot recently, so we’re not holding that against him--blames Percy Jackson.

-Literally, you probably can’t pick an angstier or worse choice to run through the time travel trope. I love it.

-We’re making this kid save Bianca’s life via time loop, which happens due to. . .hmm, we’ll say the Fates did it.

-So, Loop 0 = Canon, only at the end of the day on December 21st, after the conversation with Percy, Nico falls asleep only gods know where only to wake up the day he meets Percy Jackson:

Loop 1:

-Nico doesn’t actually change anything meaningful at first.

-Spends most of it shellshocked and not unconvinced the last week (For him, anyway) wasn’t a horrible nightmare; shellshocked and staring at Percy Jackson, anyway.

-(Percy’s wondering what’s up with the silent kid his sister had talked up as a cheerful chatterbox)

-It’s only when Bianca agrees to join the quest for Artemis that he starts kicking up a fuss; demanding to go, screaming that she can’t leave him even more, not again.

-(Bianca hesitates; briefly, enough to remind Nico that she loves him. But she’s not their mother, and she needs this)

-Bianca still dies. Percy comes back pale and guilty. Nico doesn’t yell at him when he returns--he already knows. He accepts the Hades figurine so that he can throw it into the lake.

-He slinks off back into Cabin Eleven and falls asleep, hoping desperately that he gets a third chance.

Loop 2:

-He does.

Loop 3:

-After a very painful death at the hands of Dr. Thorn, Nico, generally being a straightforward person at this stage of life, takes the obvious path this time around: He tries to tell Bianca--who brushes it off as a dream.

-Annabeth still goes over the cliff when Nico takes the initiative of attaching himself and his sister to Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace at the dance. He tries to tell Percy and Thalia when Bianca still joins the Hunt, promising Nico that whatever he saw, she’ll be extra careful.

-(Bianca’s fearful of what Nico's saying, and thinks that if these sworn sisters can’t keep her safe, who can?)

-Artemis gives Nico a speculative look but agrees when he begs her to protect Bianca at all costs.

-He doesn’t get on the quest. Being a reasonable demigod of questionable parentage, he sneaks out of camp.

-He gets caught, because despite being aware of his awesome new powers, he doesn’t know how to use them, and is still a ten-year-old who can barely hold a sword the right way.

-He gives Percy the puppy dog eyes and shows off said awesome new powers. Percy forces him back.

-Nico follows him.

-Repeat until Percy dies saving Nico from the Nemean Lion in Washington, DC.

-Nico can’t find it in himself to be terribly sad--especially when he doesn’t make it much longer.

Loop 4:

-He’s really stuck like this, huh?

-Oh, Di Immortales.

-(Before Percy gets his chest ripped to shreds by a lion and Nico meets skeleton cats, he learned how to hold a sword properly and curse fluently in Greek. Percy probably only meant to teach him one of those things)

-In unrelated news: Having a big crush on a guy who thinks he’s only known you for a couple hours? Terrible.

-Trying to hate the guy who let your sister die when he’s that stupid and nice? Even worse.

-That stupid lion.

Loop 5, 6, 7, 8, 9:

-Nico repeats: That stupid lion.

-Somewhere in Loop 7 he starts to steal supplies out of the camp store when he follows Percy following the quest.

-They forcefeed the lion enough trail mix and frozen ice cream in Loop 9 that they don’t die this time.

-At least until someone called the General shows up and Nico’s dead before he can raise his sword.

Loop 10:

-Nico wakes up in his and Bianca’s room in Westover and starts crying. Bianca tells the headmaster they’re both sick and Nico lets her hold him all day.

-They fall asleep and Nico swears he won’t let her die again.

Loop 11, 12, 13:

-He wakes up and he still can’t get out of bed without feeling that blade cutting between his ribs, burning like it’s on fire.

-Gods, he’s so sorry, Bianca. Dispiace tanto.

Loop 14:

-He can get up without feeling like he’s about to die again. Bianca fusses but assumes it was just a bad dream.

-Nico is caught stealing and can’t follow Percy until it’s too late.

-Everyone assumes this means he’s a son of Hermes, however, and Nico can’t correct them without opening his mouth and letting the sobbing laughter out.

-Figuring he’s about to get another chance next round anyway, he takes Travis and Connor Stoll up on their offer to learn a thing or two so that he doesn’t get Cabin Eleven slapped with kitchen duty from now until Doomsday.

-He likes the Stolls. He spent most of the time, pre-looping, actively avoiding everyone at camp as he waited for Bianca and Percy to come back, but they’re not that bad.

-Percy comes back with the figurine and no sister and Nico remembers why he’s stuck.

Loop 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23:

-After Loop 12 and being killed in Washington DC again, Nico realizes: He needs to learn how to fight.

-Unless he gets killed early or refuses to leave Westover, the loop resets after seven days. So, he has seven days to train each time.

-He gets to camp, finds the arena, and meets Clarisse La Rue. He demands she teach him how to kill monsters.

-She laughs, and tells him that attitude in his size will make monsters easy to kill, they’ll laugh so hard.

-Clarisse teaches him how to swing a sword each time--but only after mocking his unamused face.

-Somehow, Percy coming back with news of Bianca’s death only hurts more each time.

Loop 24:

-Nico wakes up before Bianca this time. He looks over at her bed and knows. He’s got to try this time.

-It’s disturbingly easy making friends with Percy Jackson after the last loops.

-Bessie’s new. Cute, but new.

-Nico wonders just how much he’s missed in the past--he thinks of Annabeth Chase, and hopes she hasn’t been dying each time.

-Percy doesn’t even argue when Nico shows up in the stables with a bag slung over his shoulder, and the sword he’s been stealing out of the shed strapped to his hip.

-Nico suggests the ice cream--again--to Percy in DC before

-Nico might be getting the hang of this.

Loop 25:

-Nico is not getting the hang of this.

-Zoë Nightshade’s refusal to accept Percy and Nico on the quest--violating a prophecy, and gods, Nico’s curious if that prophecy ever mentioned this--has so far gotten them attacked and killed by spartoi once.

-And again. As Nico bleeds out on the floor, he watches a panicked blond man--a demigod--plead for mercy.

-Isn’t he on the other side?

Loop 26:

-His name is Luke Castellan and he apparently wants the gods dead.

-Nico can relate at this point.

-The General is Atlas, and Nico knows enough about Greek mythology, real and wrong, at this point to know that is bad.

Loop 27:

-Twenty-six tries, but they finally make it out of DC. Threatening the questers with Atlas killing them all is more than enough.

-For the first time, Nico doesn’t know what happens next. He glues himself to Bianca’s side and glares at anything suspicious.

-With help that Percy refuses to name, even when Nico tries his hardest, they go to New Mexico.

-There’s a boar and it’s so close, they make it to what the others are calling “the junkyard of the gods”.

-Nico sees the Hades figurine on the ground.

-Bianca grins in delight and picks it up, calling for him.

-He can’t help it.

-Nico starts screaming.

Loop 28:

-His sister’s murderer was never Percy Jackson.

-His sister’s murderer was a force of mechanics that makes Nico fully understand, for the first time, what the gods are, beyond stats on a card.

-Talos.

-Nico is going to destroy him.

Loop 29:

-She dies.

Loop 30:

-Again.

Loop 31:

-Again.

-Loop 32, 33, 34, 3536373839FortyFo r t y O n e--:

-Again. Again. Again. Again again againagainagainagainAGAIN--

Loop 42:

-Nico gets out of bed. He finds Percy Jackson at the dance, hugs him, and tells him he’s sorry.

-Nico walks outside and waits for Dr. Thorn in the snow. He can feel the shadows curling at the edge of the wood like a sixth sense, now. Waiting for him to summon the restless dead out of them.

-So many attempts to save his sister, ranging from sacrificing himself to sacrificing Percy--not that Percy needs the push, Nico has found--to any and all members of the quest.

-She dies. Always, always dies. Whatever Nico does, that junkyard is full of the death of Bianca di Angelo.

-He tried avoiding it. Once. Loop 33. Nico threw such a fit he’s surprised he wasn’t sent back to Camp Half-Blood by the Hunters, but it kept them out of the junkyard.

-He tries not to remember how little was left of his sister’s body by the monsters that time.

-Son of Hades. After all this time, Nico’s beginning to wonder if this is what it means. Death and death and death.

-Dr. Thorn walks outside, and Nico can feel a ghoulish grin crossing his face that has no place on a ten-year-old.

-One of them is going to die, this loop. And Nico will not go to New Mexico.

Loop 43:

-Nico wonders if there was a past life of his he needs to remember. Who could he have made this angry?

-He lies to Bianca and they stay in Westover again this time. Better than death, anyway.

Loop 44:

-Nico tries a different tack this time. A more roundabout way of things.

-He takes Bianca and throws the two of them in the way of the battle with the manticore.

-After all this time, he still doesn’t know much about Annabeth Chase. She gets kidnapped and returned safely to Percy every time, to the best of his knowledge.

-Nico dies holding up the sky, but at least Bianca lives, under the protection of Artemis.

Loop 45:

-Nico looks in the mirror and studies the new grey streak with fascination. And, maybe, some hope.

-Things can change.

Loop 46, 47, 48, 49, 50:

-Nico gets kidnapped a few times. Once, he’s killed in a rage by a Titan with horns, but it’s quick. Mostly, he holds up the sky to get Artemis out.

-She looks at him strangely each time and Nico wonders if she can see what he’s done.

Loop 51:

-They figure out he’s a son of Hades. They offer him Olympus. Olympus and Bessie--the Ophiotaurus, rather.

-Nico says no.

Loop 52:

-Nico says yes.

Loop 53:

-Being on the verge of overthrowing the gods and keeping everyone he’s grown to care for--in the case of several Hunters, against his will; in Percy Jackson’s case, Nico loves him as much as he hates him at this point--doesn’t do much, apparently.

-Nico stays in Westover again. He resists the urge to tell Bianca that would-be destroyers of Olympus don’t need to brush their hair, whatever she says.

Loop 54:

-Nico goes over the edge of the cliff again, but with Percy Jackson.

-This isn’t the first time; in Loop 46, Percy had taken the sky for both the sake of Artemis and Nico until it killed him.

-What’s different, is Nico’s in the middle of what’s become the usual panic attack when he’s about to die for the hundredth time, and his powers react.

-Percy holds him close and calls him cousin. Tells him he’ll never leave Nico.

-You have no idea, Nico whispers. You can’t leave me.

-You think I want to? Percy whispers back. You’re not alone, Nico.

-Nico’s sobbing sounds like laughter.

Loop 55:

-Nico tells Percy the truth for the third time. This is the first time he hasn’t told Bianca first.

-They’ve just found the Erymanthian Boar, Thalia’s told Nico his goth needs work--whatever that means--and Nico’s bracing himself for the junkyard again.

-Getting kidnapped by the Titans really gets old after a while.

-He still has the grey streak, and no number of excuses will fully soothe his sister, but the Hunt’s a good distraction from it.

-Nico doesn’t blame Bianca anymore for it. He thinks.

-Nearly a year into this loop and Nico’s finding it hard to blame anyone for much of anything, anymore. Especially when he sees what she’s faced. Again. And again.

-For now, this time, Percy Jackson is staring at Nico with wide eyes at what Nico’s told him--through these loops, Nico’s starting to wonder if he now knows more about Percy than Percy’s own best friends--and says he believes him.

-Once, Nico would’ve exploded from joy. Now, he just sighs and nods.

-Percy tells him how to condense the conversation for the next loop. He advises Nico to research Talos, “like Annabeth would.”

-He advises Nico to warn Percy’s next loop self about Annabeth’s kidnapping. Nico wonders if he’s gone insane that he’s considering it.

-Bianca dies.

Loop 56:

-Nico makes the executive decision this time to try and befriend Annabeth Chase. As such, he takes Percy’s advice.

Loop 57:

-It takes him two tries to befriend Annabeth Chase and learn about Talos.

Loop 58:

-Three times.

-But the nail. The nail in the ankle of Talos.

Loop 59:

-He hangs back at camp again this time and meets Charles Beckendorf, head of Cabin Nine, and son of Hephaestus.

-Nico figures that short of finding the god himself and committing temporary suicide--not that it hasn’t crossed Nico’s mind--his son will have to do.

-(He’s tried his hand at summoning ghosts, but Daedalus refuses to show, for some reason)

-Beckendorf frowns and tells Nico he would have to see Talos himself.

-Nico hadn’t realized just how much cursing he had picked up off of Percy and Thalia until that moment.

Loop 60:

-Nico knows what the prophecy says. One shall be lost in the land without rain.

-He knows it’s why he’s been failing so much.

-The trouble is, he no longer cares.

Loop 61:

-It took him a try, but he gets Beckendorf on the quest, prepared to defeat the Talos prototype.

Loop 62:

-Strike that, two tries.

-Nico really hates the Nemean Lion.

Loop 63, 64:

-Nico has solved half a problem: How to defeat Talos without putting someone inside the robot.

-The other half of the problem is now that they are all electrocuted by a dying automaton for their efforts.

Loop 65:

-Beckendorf’s crush--girlfriend? crush, they’re both insisting--Silena Beauregard comes along this time. Nico won’t complain over the extra manpower, even if he’s positive that eight campers and Hunters are patent overkill for one quest.

-Silena pulls Bianca out of the wreckage. Nico’s heart stops.

-Silena’s crying when she mentions that if they had been a bit earlier, she could have been revived.

-Nico wonders if Thalia’s going to stab him as he starts whooping. And takes notes about where Talos falls.

Loop 66:

-Nico swears, if Percy Jackson tries to sacrifice himself for Annabeth Chase one more time--

Loop 67:

-Bianca.

-I found you, he sobs. I found you.

-Gods damn the Hoover Dam.

Loop 68:

-And again.

-Despite having the distinct inkling at this point that he doesn’t much like like girls, Nico could kiss Silena Beauregard and Thalia Grace when they manage to revive his sister each time.

-She’s shaky and leaning on him and was dead, he could see her soul floating away--

-But she’s there.

-Nico refuses to let his sister out of the sight at the Hoover Dam and Percy befriends the Naiads this time.

-At least, until the Titans--who Nico made the very big mistake of taunting at DC--sends monsters he can’t control.

Loop 69, 70, 71, 72, 73:

-They keep dying in various combinations at the Hoover Dam now that Nico’s figured out how to save Bianca.

-At least, until he gets separated from Percy in Loop 73 and he meets a redheaded girl with a penchant for calling Nico pint-size.

-Athena dislikes Percy, Nico, Bianca, and Thalia in equal measure. Having learned of the Great Prophecy in Loop 16 and Percy’s mooning over Annabeth in. . .well, every loop, Nico can’t quite blame her.

Loop 74:

-Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Nico likes her. She takes none of their shit and if it weren’t for the fact that they already have eight people on the quest, he’d want to take her along.

-Bianca gets in a fight with the Old Man of the Sea. Thalia electrocutes him when he throws Bianca in the bay.

Loop 75:

-Nico wakes up in Westover with the distinct feeling that he was drowned on dry land.

-He stays in bed shivering, that day.

Loop 76:

-Atlas is the father of Zoë Nightshade. Nico learned this around Loop 50. He had realized around five loops ago that this probably meant she was going to die “by a parent’s hand.”

-He hadn’t realized that it was going to hurt to watch.

Loop 77, 78, 79, 80, 81:

-Now that he’s figured things out to about San Francisco, it seems the world is out to get him. The number of fights or mistakes that he either makes himself or has to head off are ridiculous.

Loop 82:

-Nico is so very tired. And wishes he felt ten years old again.

Loop 83:

-If Thalia gets in one more fight with Nereus, Nico's going to walk into the sea.

Loop 84:

-He wanders off, in this one. Grover had been killed in Hoover Dam, so Nico’s waiting for the reset at this point.

-In the meantime, Nico figures there are worse things to do than enjoy a good afternoon in San Francisco. He even meets a boy in a purple shirt.

-His name is Jason and he has hair like the sun.

-If he ever fixes this, Nico wants to find him.

Loop 85:

-Nico’s not fast enough in the junkyard.

-In San Francisco, he tries to find the ugliest, biggest trouble he can find.

-He finds a pair of teenagers in armor who yell Latin at him instead.

Loop 86:

-There’s a dragon that will attack them in the Garden of the Hesperides if they make it angry enough and Nico is so tired.

Loop 87:

- Zoë Nightshade is dead. They’ve won.

-Funny definition of “win”, considering they’ve all almost died this loop about a dozen times each, and Nico can’t explain why he’s crying on the body of a Hunter he only met a week ago, in their eyes.

-She hates him, some loops. More loops, she looks at him with ghosts of old grief in her eyes and hands him a knife.

-The gods execute Bessie, and then, Nico watches as his father turns to him and Bianca with sorrowful eyes.

-Nico should’ve figured, after almost ninety loops.

Loop 88:

-Luke offers one of them the entrails of Bessie again.

-Nico takes them.

Loop 89:

-For all the good it does. Nico wakes up as he does every time now: Powerless, in bed, and with only a grey streak to show for his efforts.

Loop 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98:

-Nico doesn’t know how to save Zoë Nightshade. Bianca, he could trick and fight his way into it. Beckendorf and Silena and Percy and a loophole in lost could save his sister.

-Her, she just. . .dies. Sometimes in DC, sometimes in San Francisco, sometimes on the hills of Mt. Tamalpais. Always at the hands of Atlas.

-Always, being murdered by her father.

-It’s not as gutting as watching his sister die, but it aches more in his chest, somehow.

Loop 99:

-He sticks close to Zoë this time. Same as he’s done with Percy, Annabeth, his sister, Thalia, and Grover, time and time again. But not her, Nico is realizing. Not the clinging he’s achieving now.

-Hoping for. . .something.

-He knows better than to tell the immortal Lieutenant of Artemis the whole truth. The loneliness is enough.

-She’s less frosty to him from the start than to, say, Grover or Percy, after Annabeth goes over the cliff again. When he shows up in DC, she’s much less angry than he’s seen her.

-Along the way to New Mexico and then San Francisco, he listens. He’s grown better at it, this far in. When the others are asleep, when Bianca is being fussed over after Talos, when everyone but them is asleep by the fire, he listens.

-And she tells him about her sisters. About her father, when the world was young and Atlas had looked on every daughter of his with pride. She tells him, pride glistening in her eyes, of the battles she has seen, the hunts she has overseen at the command of a goddess, the monsters she has killed, and the epithets she has been given.

-He doesn’t ask anything of her. Not until they’re in the house of Annabeth’s father, drinking lemonade the night before the battle, and Nico knows she is about to die again.

-What do you want, he asks. You’ve done everything. What’s left?

-She stopped, ice seems to creep over her again, and Nico wondered if he’d hit some sore spot.

-He’s opened his mouth to make his apologies when she answers, so quiet and quick he thinks he’s imagined it.

-To be remembered. When my lady has taken another lieutenant, as she must, and I have gone to where all gods go when they die, I wish for my memory to remain. And. . .

-Nico waits, and ignores the sudden, terrifying thought that he no longer knows what he wants.

-I wish to see the stars again. I was born a nymph of the sunset; starlight is precious to me. I want to see it again.

-Nico dies to preserve the memory of Zoë Nightshade.

100:

-Nico di Angelo wakes up in Westover Hall. He hopes for the last time.

-He does everything right: Annabeth goes over the cliff, his sister joins the Hunt, Percy is soon his friend, and he convinces Silena and Beckendorf to join the quest.

-The Nemean Lion never stands a chance, and Nico is glad to be rid of it.

-His sister lives.

-Nico watches Percy watch Rachel Elizabeth Dare go, looking like he’s just taken a frying pan to the face, and fights the urge to snicker.

-Thalia doesn’t start a fight with Nereus, but Percy certainly does. Nico could’ve sworn he saw the boy with sun-hair again, watching with curiosity.

- Zoë Nightshade dies in the arms of Artemis and is made into the stars she loves so dearly. Nico promises her soul that he will remember.

-For, he has found, the dead have a tendency of remembering things they shouldn’t.

-Annabeth and Percy now have grey streaks to match Nico’s, and Nico can’t wait to spend the rest of his life trying to explain that.

-It’s closer than he would like, but much less close than other lives with Olympus. The Ophiotaurus is alive and safe, and they are all alive.

-As Nico walks out of the council, he looks off to the side. By the fire is the familiar girl with red eyes--the Lady Hestia, looking much closer to Nico’s age than that of the Olympian she is.

-Besides her are three old ladies. Nico’s heard about them from Percy, in Loops 26, 53, 61, and 62.

-One lady holds a ball of string that is the color of a warm umber. The other is knitting what looked suspicious like socks. The last. . .

-Scissors, in one hand. Just as expected. Nico swallowed.

-In the other, was a knot of burnt string, tied to the socks. Behind her, Nico could see discarded string of all colors: an electric blue, a stormy grey, a black that seems to glisten with the promise of a storm, string the soft, hopeful pink of love, yarn run through with bright copper.

-Glowing threads that Nico could only describe as the color of starlight.

-As he walked out, firmly between Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace, the Hunt of Artemis behind him, Nico hears one last promise:

It is done, Nico di Angelo.

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sjmsstuff · 3 years

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Light and Dark

Chapter 2

A/N: hey gang, it’s chapter 2! This is not really canon compliant but if you squint real hard it is. I wrote this at 2 am and edited it during French class so I have no idea what state it’s in, please enjoy x

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Swearing (duh, it’s me), minorly nsfw but like not really, references to sexual and child abuse (not so much this chapter but probably later)

The silence pressed in the second she disappeared.

He was such an idiot.

She had been wearing his necklace though. Cauldron, how could he even call it his necklace, she didn’t know it was from him. Azriel wasn’t even entirely sure why he had given it to her but seeing it in his pile of solstice presents… that led to thoughts of Elain and after the fiasco at solstice he’d tried his best to forget about her.

Too often however, his mind meandered back to thoughts of her face, her mouth. Usually those thoughts came barging into his head late at night, when company fell asleep and his shadows disapated. Recently however those thoughts had changed.

Since solstice that mousy brown hair had taken on hues of red. Turquoise eyes closed in the throes of pleasure and a slimmer body writhed beneath him.

He was so unbelievably fucked. Or maybe the issue was that he wasn’t getting fucked.

He should Rhys’s advice and find company at a pleasure house. He must really hate himself, to lust firstly after Mor, who had shown no interest in him in 200 years. Then Elain, who was mated, and now Gwyneth, with her history she probably wouldn’t want a male to look at her for too long.

Which made him some massive creep to think of her like that. Azriel really did try not to. But when she appeared unannounced, like last night, he couldn’t help but think…

No, he wouldn’t go down that road. Not until he was fully sure she wanted it.

Azriel had beeen so surprised when a shadow curled around his ear in the stormy night and whispered of a nymph girl climbing the stairs. He was out of his seat and down the steps faster than he could consider any potential consequences.

And there she had been, standing in the hallway, looking like she might want to turn right around and march back down, but a shadow flicked against his ear, singing softly and he spoke her name.

He wanted to reach out to her, his shadows took that as a cue and tried to reach out themselves before he pulled them back. Something about her was affecting them, drawing them in. Or maybe she was affecting him like that.

That was a dangerous thought.

She had stood silent, lithe frame backlit by the torches behind her and said,

“Would you like some company?”

Her voice was a melody. His shadows purred in answer.

The worlds axis must have shifted, he could probably look outside to find the stormy sky had turned as blue as her eyes he was taking too long to answer and she was looking at him oddly, perhaps noting the shadows flying around his shoulders.

They were so excitable in her presence, he couldn’t control them and that was extremely concerning. Az doesn’t like what he can’t control.

All worry was chased from his mind as he climbed the stairs and another topic was thrust into his brain.

Gwyn from the back was almost as glorious as she was from the front.

Gods what he wouldn’t do to grip those hips and grind that perfect little ass on his-

No.

He stopped himself, looking away before his control could be tested further. She said it herself, she was here for conversation and Mother damn him he would talk to her casually.

Gwyn was not going to be a repeat of Mor or Elain. He was not going to lust after another female that wanted nothing to do with him, and pine away until his demise.

Gwyn was going to mean more than that. He would keep her at arms length, so that he may keep her as a friend.

And he was making a fool of himself. She asked his favourite colour and the only colour left in the world was that of her eyes.

And he laughed, for the first time in weeks, stress melting from his weary bones after just minutes with this fabulous creature.

And he told her things he had never told anyone, that was dangerous.

He was a spymaster, mother damn him. A spymaster wasn’t much good if he told a female all his secrets after a few pretty smiles.

But gods, her smiles were pretty. He wondered how pretty her mouth would-

No. None of that.

He needed her out of here so he could collect pieces of his sanity before he spilled any other important secrets.

As she walked back towards the library however, he almost called her back. An unruly shadow seemed to take that as an opportunity to reach for her, but Az whipped it back.

Dangerous indeed.

And yet, that night he slept without dreams. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. Well truthfully, he could, it was a time when his hands were unscarred.

Cassian was back the next morning. Ever his cheerful self since the mating ceremony almost a month ago. He had been unbearable for a week afterwards. Azriel had had to vacate the house of wind and call a halt to lessons as Cass had almost taken his head off and Nesta had growled at Emerie the first time she tried to enter the house.

Not to mention the scents and sounds emanating from different rooms. Azriel was happy for his brother, truly. Even if it did make him green with envy and blue with melancholy.

The following week, the happy couple were back training but Cass was so distracted Az managed to beat him into the dirt on no less than three occasions. Azriel waited another week before moving back into the House, still half considering Rhys’s offer to fumegate it.

He had kept occupied by tracking Koschei, or rather attempting to track him. The King had proven hard to pin down, a source of growing frustration to Azriel. He despised having to bring bad news to his High Lord, and now that Rhys had Nyx to worry about he hated it even more.

But Rhys maintained that they had faced threats before and triumphed but the failure still weighed heavy on Az that morning in the training ring.

He tried his hardest not to look at Gwyn. He couldn’t help it sometimes, her hair caught the light when she twirled under Emerie’s punch.

It looked like a flame come to life in the early morning sunlight and he challenged any living male not to loose breath.

It was with a warriors assessment that he allowed his gaze to rove over her slight body. He was admiring her form and positioning, definitely not imagining her in different positions. That would be both unsavoury and unprofessional. Which is why he hated himself for doing it.

Gwyn hardly noticed him, barely glancing in his direction and he had the strangest urge to pick a fight with Cassian in attempt to garner her attention.

That wasn’t good.

The warrior in question was flirting with his mate while she squatted, arching her back in a way that was unnecessary and counterproductive but Cassian didn’t call her up on it, he seemed too busy enjoying the show. Nesta however corrected herself and continued on while his lovesick brother pretended he hadn’t been leering at his mate.

Gwyn too had spotted the encounter laughed, a tinkling sound that lightened something dark in Azriels chest. She looked around to see if anyone else had caught what she had, and that’s when it happened. Her eyes met his and the world shifted again. He couldn’t help the smile that blossomed in the wake off her own. One thought consumed him as he turned back to his own priestesses and guided them through the next set. He was so unbelievably fucked.

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stableoftheunstable · 3 years

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a/n: this hasn’t been proofread so good luck :D

inspo for this was someone on tumblr 😓😓

warnings: degrading and slapping is heavily used, swearing, smoking,

stoner eren >>> 😁😁

for music vibes:

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The light of your phone gleamed with a text that read "you coming?" Briefly you glanced at your phone before replying with a simple "yeah, be there in 5" grabbing your stuff off your bed you headed for the door and quickly you glanced at yourself in your mirror, your old joggers and random hoodie you found on the floor stared back at you in the mirror. You briefly sighed before leaving your dorm room, after hopping down the stairs you reached Connie's dorm, before you could even knock the door swung open almost as whoever opened it could hear your enduring footsteps and to no surprise Jean lured over you, his eyes almost pierced through your skin, "you look hot" he said as he shot you a cheesy grin. "oh, shut up you perv" your eyes rolled before you pushed him aside, "eesh... sucks to be you Jean," Connie's voice echoed as you walked further into the room. Sasha and Connie laid on the ground unbothered by what was going on around them and Eren sat on Connie's bed scrolling through his phone.

Without a care you collapsed onto the bed next to Eren, his icy eyes peered at you before gently sighing and went back to scrolling through his phone. "Are we getting high or what, I got places to be." he asked clapping his hands together, Connie shot his head up and directed Eren towards the container kept in a spare draw. "sure, he does," Sasha whispered to Connie followed by the two of them laughing. Fascinated your eyes stayed fixated on Eren's movements, his hair was thrown in a messy bun and the rings on his fingers clanked on the containers.

"You can stop staring y/n" Sasha giggled before throwing food into her mouth. Awkwardly you mimed towards her to shut up, " ew jeager? You could do better," jean snickered , Eren rolled his eyes at him and went to respond before he was interrupted "Like you're any better" Connie chuckled adding in his two cents with Sasha cheering him on before sitting , "Bro you literally have no hair," Jean snapped towards him, you and Sasha snicker at Jeans remark as Connie murmured "shut up..," Eren slid back next you and pulled out the grinder from the container, "you roll?" Eren asked with his azure eyes looking down at you "Of course she can't, she doesn't smoke like that" Connie uttered, the rest of the group laughed as you kept your face stern. He wasn't wrong you've only smoked a few times and had a few edibles but never actually made it. Eren furrowed his eyebrows awaiting your answer.

With no idea if you actually could you nodded as Eren slid he tray onto your lap, aimlessly you stared at the tray your eyes grew wide as you tried to remember all the times you've seen Connie do it. Noticing your blatant confusion Eren laughed before taking the tray back "I'll do it for you, don't worry princess" he softly chuckled as you felt yourself crawl back into your skin due to embarrassment, as much as you don't want to get butterflies over one of your oldest and closest friends, but you couldn't help but melt under his voice and the little pet name he called you, you and Eren sat their aimlessly looking at each other with what felt like pure and utter lust.

"Listen lovebirds, eye fuck in your own time" Jean sneered looking at you and Eren, his face displaying his clear jealousy. In the far corner of the room Connie and Sasha who laughed what appeared from Connie's phone. They looked more like a couple than ever his head laid in her lap as she circled his lower back, you couldn't help but feel jealous. Not at them but at what they had with each other it was cute to be honest, they'd always seem happy together and honestly went hand in hand it was a shame they didn't just commit.

Eren rolled the blunt in his calloused hands, his eyes fixated on aligning everything right every breath he exhaled was softer than the last, his tongue tried to lick along the rolling paper however his piercing kept getting slightly in the way. Eren turned towards you and asked, "do you mind just licking across for me?" His slightly hooded eyes locked into yours he brought it towards your mouth as hesitant as you were, you swiftly licked the paper catching some loose specks of weeds on your tongue, you could see his gentle smirk as he looked down on you, the silver if his tongue piercing peaking through. "Thanks, beautiful" he whispered before rolling the joint. Your stomach churned as butterflies fluttered violently his thanks making them worse, your cheeks violently blushed.

The reflection of the rings on his finger showed a bright gleam as they wrapped around his index finger, the loose sleeve of his hoodie rolled up and a fresh tattoo peered from his sleeve, a Japanese dragon swarmed up his forearm with his veins lightly popping up leaving them on display, his hair was thrown up into a sleek messy man bun showing a freshly cut undercut that shaped his face. You couldn't help but stare at him in all this glory as much as you hate to admit he looked attractive as the lights of Connies room hit him or maybe it was how late it was? But something pulled you into the idea of him, breaking rules, risking it all just for each other.

By the time you finished swatting the ideas of him from your mind, Eren was done with wrapping the blunt and searched for a lighter. Jean noticed your infatuation with Eren "Eren, do you clean your tongue piercing after every bitch you fuck?" Jean spat out; his face screwed towards Eren.

Why was he being so hostile?

You had no clue, yes you had a thing? But that was so long ago, like years ago. Sasha abruptly lifted her head and b-lined her eyes to meet with yours, the two of you tried your hardest to communicate with each other trying not to draw attention to yourself.

Looking at Jean in utter disgust, "No shit bitch. Of course, I do. Do you wash your hands every time your fingers are deep in a girl?" Eren found the lighter and sat back down. After Eren's words the room fell flat "Jean please tell me you do." Connie questioned scared of the answers he may get back. The room paused and all your faces turned to Jean waiting for the obvious response of yes and yet no reply. "BRO, even I wash my hands" Sasha uttered after going over her words, "What do you mean 'even I wash my hands' huh?" Connie asked lifting his head from Sasha's lap. Sasha's eyes dilated in worry before swiftly saying "I meant 'I'd' !!". Connie, still naive as ever got rid of his confused face and laid back in her lap making Sasha look up and mouth 'thank god' before diverting everyone's attention back to Jean. You giggled at Sasha catching on what she was saying followed her lead on diverting the attention. "That's just so wrong... all the times I took stuff from your hands-" you couldn't help the look that grew on your face. "I usually just shove my fingers in her mouth. You know? Let her take care of it" Jean stammered. "And it gets worse... Jean stop talking" Connie shook his head in disbelief. "Jeez I'd hate to be the girl fucking you wow" you stated, "Just for that you're getting this blunt last," Eren voiced.

Following from his words Eren pursed his lips and lit the blunt in his mouth, he softly inhaled allowing the smoke to filtrate his lungs before he exhaled it all back out and his back slumping along with it, the smoke blew in your direction clouding your sight. Through the smoke Eren's hand reached out to you with the blunt intertwined in his fingers, without hesitation you picked it up and placed it upon your lips you tried to inhale but you felt the smoke roll to the back of your throat causing you to cough it all back up, choking on the smoke laughter from Sasha and Connie echoed throughout. Caving of embarrassment, you handed the blunt to Sasha while trying to regain the saliva back to your mouth. As the smoke cleared Eren asked if you were okay as your eyes drew tears from the failure of inhaling. "You need to relax your body y/n, otherwise it'll roll back" After being passed round in a circle the blunt ended back in Eren's hand.

"Wanna try something?" he asked, the huskiness of his voice coming through. Trusting him you nodded "Follow my lead okay? Don't tense up okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Eren pulled you closer towards him his cologne radiating onto yours, he took a long hit from the blunt and instead of exhaling he approached your slips and slowly blew smoke into your mouth. At this point you were inhaling the smoke at the same time he blew it towards your mouth. Your body almost froze. You felt beyond intoxicated, Eren rested his empty hand on your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down make it available to intake the smoke. He pulled away revealing the cheesiest grin you've ever seen him have, Eren tilted his head down to your ear and whispered "Good job princess" before passing the blunt to someone in the midst.

A "holy fuck" slipped from Sasha's mouth as the smoke draped into your mouth, your head filled with thoughts, wishing you could of edged closer to just kiss him. Despite the thoughts you could feel the high start to hit, you traced your fingers up Eren's bare forearm all the way to his lips and dragged it back down. The whites of his eyes were being dragged by the redness his high pulled on, his hands clung to your waist as you fell onto his broad shoulder. Despite Eren clearly being high he still took his turn hitting it. Each time your body moved along with his. Through the midst you saw Sasha whisper to Connie "But its MY dorm" Connie complained as the two of them stood up with Jean following, "Oh shut up just stay at mine for the night, Hitch is out, "Sasha winked towards you and mouthed 'call me' before closing the door behind her, leaving you and Eren alone.

Eren's fingers circled your waist ever so lightly, barley caressing your skin, you let out a giggle as his touch tickled at your skin, You peered up at his high blue eyes that looked down at you. The sexual tension grew as you sat in silence. Your mind stayed racing at the thoughts of him, noticing your infatuation Eren moved his had from your waist to your neck his hands wrapped around your neck softly, the warmth of his hands engulfed your neck as the silver rings that wrapped around his fingers sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes followed his veins up his arm before he softly used his index finger to lift your chin up and made your eyes align. Icey blue eyes aligned with yours ; they went from a timid shadow almost into an intoxicating bliss. "can i kiss you?" he softly asked, your heart sunk over the weight of his words as butterflies grew. A smile grew across your face as I violently blushed 'yeah,' you whispered smiling and without hesitation.

His lips connected with yours, the roughness of his lips against your soft ones, ignited a feeling inside your stomach you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss, his hand that was pressed against your neck slowly tightened enough for you to still breathe. Trying to not break the kiss you climbed on top of him, dangling your legs on either side of him. Unknowingly a breathy moan escaped from your mouth to his as the metal of his tongue piercing slipped against yours, instantly you could feel his grin against your lips. His hands roamed from your neck to your waist as he covered your neck in slow yet sloppy kisses, slight groans escaped his mouth as marked your skin. Your arms draped around him as you tugged on his surprisingly smooth hair the cold metal made everything better in your eyes. His hands traced their way down to the wetness that grew in your underwear, "fuck already?" he groaned in-between kisses. His words echoed throughout your mind, as Eren's hand met your hoodie and he lightly tugged onto it begging for you reassurance. Pulling away from your neck his eyes aligned with yours, your forehead pressed against his. "I want you " he whispered on your skin, his intoxicating charm drove you crazy, "you have me " you replied.

Without skipping a beat, you guided Eren as he removed your hoodie leaving his hands to crawl against your skin to cup your breasts, your back arching towards the cold of his hands . His calloused fingers unclipped your bra and tossed it towards the side his thumbs ran over your nipples, the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm body made you clench around him. Eren pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple, his cold piercing let a tingling feeling push down your spine. You buried your head into his shoulder as you moaned at his aggressiveness, his dick grew beneath you causing him to curse under his breath briefly. Eren blatantly chose to tease you, softly intoxicating you with every small move. Eren wasted no time pulling down his boxers, kicking them away while you raised your hips just wanting him buried inside of you as soon as possible. As gently as he could he slipped your underwear off and lowered you onto his begins to pull in and out of you slowly, getting used to the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his face scrunched up in pleasure much likes yours, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly and you couldn't help but mumble out Eren's name. "Say that louder Princess, " he groaned as he placed his thumb onto your throbbing clit. You threw your head back, your back following soon after. With Erens eyes glaring at your body up and down you couldn’t help but blush more than you already were. your walls grazed his dick, luring him back in each stroke igniting a flame in his eyes, the burn in his eyes stayed stable trying not to overstep boundaries, noticing this words slipped out of your mouth as he abruptly stroked into you, “is that all you got?” you asked your hands circling his back, your words caused him to slower his pace as the flame in his eyes grew. after waiting for a reaction, abruptly his hand slapped against your already hot skin testing the limits, he waited for your reaction even though you face stared blank in shock, he could feel you pulsate around him. “do you like that?” he asked, with emotions bubbling you nodded burying your face in shame, his spare hand reached your chin pulling it closest to his face, his lips barley touching yours, “use your words princess” the words made his lips graze yours as the pet name went straight to your core. “y-yes i do.” you stuttered as he abruptly thrusted into you. Eren chuckled at your face as he grabbed ahold of your wrists, tightly gripping restraining you marking your skin every way he possibly could. “that’s going to mark me, don’t go so hard” you groaned, you hated the idea of anyone knowing what was going on, hickeys already cascaded up your neck, you didn’t need your wrists printed too. “why, you don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are for me” a grin plastered over his face, “ too bad, people need to know who you belong to princess,” he whispered at you ear before softly biting . the whole time Eren kept his thumb plastered over your clit as you rocked yourself into him making him twitch inside of you, “ you feel so fucking good” he groaned, the room filled with sounds and degrading words from Eren turning you on “Eren— i’m so close-“

“i prefer daddy.” His head tilted peering down at your tear filled eyes. “ daddy please? just let me-“ you moaned out, your words flew out before you could even process what was going on, Sweat dropped down from you forehead and you hair dropped down from the hair bands hold. “god your so messy,” he chuckled at the screams that scored through your throat. You could feel yourself hitting your limit, yet holding yourself back at Eren’s past demands. “you can cum princess,” he tapped at your thigh and seconds after you felt yourself go hazy, white specks flooded your eyes as you felt Eren also hit his limit. Both flushed your eyes lined in silence and all you could say was

“fuck.”

#eren x you #eren smut #eren x reader #aot smut #aot #smut #frat boys #weedhead #stoner #jean kirstein #sasha blouse #connie aot #eren jeager smut #Spotify

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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redamancy.

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: the moment you’ve all been waiting for...#5 makes an appearance! (thanks to kira @good-heavens-chris-evans for helping me not be a liar and gassing me up so i could post this tonight like i promised xoxo i love you so much) words: 5.56k warnings: descriptions of childbirth (nothing too gross or graphic), swearing, disgustingly sweet family content

summary: “what strange creatures brothers are!” - jane austen. au!august 2022

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“Hey, Aaron?” You peer around the wall to the bedroom from your place on the master bath toilet. There isn't any urgency to your query, which would later make you both laugh until you can't breathe.

Aaron has a book in his lap and reading glasses resting on his perfect nose, as is usual for bedtime. He turns a page. “Hm?”

“When you get to a good stopping point, can you grab the go bag?”

“Yeah.” He gets up on autopilot, setting his book down. When he reaches the bedroom doorway, he freezes and turns over his shoulder “Wait. Why?”

“Oh, nothing extreme,” you say, your voice light. “My water just broke and I figured we might -“

Your name leaves his mouth in a laugh, and he trots back to you, helping you up and kneeling to assist you with your comfiest pair of pajama pants. You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, stepping into one leg, then the other. Playfully, he snaps the stretchy waistband around you. He's still kneeling before you when he says, “You’re insane, you know that?”

You smile down at him and scrub your fingers through his hair. He leans into your touch like a cat and closes his eyes. “You are too, I’d like to point out.”

He sighs, kissing your belly and resting his cheek on it. “Never said I wasn’t.” He looks up at you. “Is it weird that I’m...a little sad? I’ve loved this part of our lives so much.”

You shake your head. “Me too, my love. And no, It isn’t weird.”

He holds your hands as he stands and kisses your forehead.

“We should probably tell Jack it's go time so he can help the little ones when they get up.”

Aaron pauses for a moment, thinking. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Isaac isn’t going to clearly remember last time, so he’ll probably be nervous, and this is totally new to the girls.” You reach up and he plants a kiss on your lips. You smile, pleased.

A little contraction wave hits, and one side of your face screwed up in discomfort.

Aaron kisses your cheek and says, “I’ll get the rest of the toiletries together.”

You nod, and padded down the hallway, your socked feet swishing a little against the hardwood floors. You knocked twice on Jack’s door, quietly, and waited for his groggy, “Yeah?”

With access granted, you open the door with a little smile, and Jack sits straight up. You cross to his bed and sit down on the edge, opening your arm to him. Though he’s almost seventeen, he scrambled out from under the covers and tucked in close to you.

“Your dad and I are headed to the hospital, and Aunt Jess and Em are on their way okay? If you need anything big, dad has his phone and -“

“Mom, we’ve done this before,” he says with a grin. “I know the drill.”

You push the hair off his forehead and kiss him. “I know it, but it makes me feel better. The little ones haven’t done this before, and they’ll probably be a little nervous. Please help your aunts so they aren’t driven to the drink by your sisters.”

He laughs a little, and surprises you by wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. “Be safe, mom. I love you.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you hold him tight. “I love you so much, Jack.”

“Are you scared?”

You press a hand to the back of his head, and he burrows into your neck. “Only a little. I know I’m older, which can make some things difficult, but I’ll always come home to you.”

He nods. “Promise?”

“I promise as much as I can.”

Jack pulls away and swipes quickly at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” your brow crinkles in lighthearted concern. “What’s gotcha?”

He shakes his head. “It’s stupid”

“I can guarantee you it’s not.” While still a bit of a boy, Jack looks very much a man in the dark, lit only by the light of the hallway as the wheels turn in his head. You pick up one of his hands, and he places your linked fingers over your belly.

“I just - I don’t - Ugh. It’s morbid - Nevermind.”

You huff a laugh. “Baby, remember that one-third of this house hunts serial killers for a living. Nothing is morbid.”

A smile quirks at his lips, but it doesn’t really reach his eyes. “Just be okay? Please?”

You sober and nod, pressing a hand to his cheek. “Jack, do you think I would ever put you or your father into a position that can result in leaving either one of you?”

He shakes his head. “But things happen.”

“They sure do. Your dad will be with me the whole time and he can send you hourly updates if you want. I promise promise promise you’ll be in the loop, baby. I know you like to know.”

Your son’s eyes flicker to the doorway, where a shadow appears. It's Aaron, his backpack on and your go bag in his hand.

“Ready?”

You nod, stand (not without effort), and press another kiss to Jack’s head. “I love you bud. I’ll see you when our plus one arrives.”

The plan is easy: Emily and Jessica are on their way over for the kids, and Dave and Spencer will relieve them after 12 hours. Derek, Savannah, JJ, and Will are only called when the baby arrives, to save them the angst of prematurely wrangling four children between them.

The hospital is only eighteen minutes away, but with the way Aaron drives, it's more like ten.

Time is fairly important - with your body accustomed to delivering babies, having done it twice before, there’s a very big chance active labor would only take a few hours, if that.

Emily and Jess pull up to the house at the same time, both in their pajamas, holding their overnight bags.

“Ready?” Jess asks, kissing your cheek.

You laugh. “Don’t have much of a choice now, do I?”

Emily sets her things down and wordlessly hugs you. You wrap your arms around her as best you can.

“Walk me out?” You ask.

She slings an arm around your shoulders and you walk back out the front door. She situates you in the passenger seat, and you offer her a small smile.

“You know,” she starts with a bit of a laugh, “every single time I’m just as nervous as I was when Henry was born.”

You reach for her hand, and kiss the back of it. “Me too.”

Everything goes according to plan after that. You sit in the car with your stopwatch while Aaron packs the car, checking the car seat base and putting everything that needs to go up with you in the trunk. Jess and Emily get set up on the couches in the living room, ready to settle in for the night.

You're uncomfortable, sure, but it isn't unbearable yet. This is the tedious part.

Miraculously, none of the little ones wake up in the commotion. The magic of white noise machines is never to be underestimated.

“Time?” He calls from where he leans into the back of the car. He's handling the last details, in full field operations mode.

You turn around. “5 minutes, 15 seconds.”

“Alright,” he looks up at you and grins widely. “Let’s go, baby.”

+++

Brienne breezes in and checks your charts and your dilation. “It’s go, time, here I think, Momma.”

You sigh and readjust. “Do I have to lay down?” Comfortable as you are, epidural all finished, you still feel a little restless. The alternative is worse - you’d delivered Isaac without any pain management, and thought it was the end of days. You didn’t, and won’t, make that mistake again.

“Not necessarily, but if you’re going to shuffle around I would suggest a squat for the sake of your blood pressure.”

Another contraction hits, and it knocks the wind out of you. You squeeze Aaron’s hand so hard you fear you’ll break it, and inform him for the third time that morning that you hate his guts.

“I know, honey. I’m sorry. I know. I’m the worst. Just breathe, okay?” He presses his forehead to your temple, giving you something to focus on.

It sounds like you tell him to fuck off, but you aren’t sure. The wave crests and then falls, and you slump back against the pillows. “Okay, maybe I do want to lie down.”

Everyone stifles a chuckle, but you didn't have it in you to be prideful. While you still have a few seconds, you double-check the plan. “Hey Brienne, we’re still good to tie today, right?”

“Yes, ma’am!” she says, way too chipper for the small morning hour. She speaks quickly, knowing she has to finish her thought before your next contraction. “Soon as we’re all done, we’ll do a really quick procedure and everything will be squared away. If, for some reason, we have to do an emergency cesarean, we can do it right then as well.”

Brienne is a great obstetrician - she never pulls punches when the news is difficult or stressful. Her straightforward nature immediately endeared her to your whole family.

It's too much to think about, seeing as another contraction sneaks up on you as you ponder. It felt like only seconds since the last one.

You're so tired.

Brienne gestures to Aaron. They developed a bit of a language over the last two deliveries, and he presses a kiss to your temple. “You gotta push, babe.”

“God, Fuck. I hate you, Aaron. Goddamn you. I’m never letting you near me ever again. Fuck.” A stream of expletives continues to leave you as you push and push and push.

He only holds your hand and reminds you to breathe and push. He also tells you how much he loves you in between agreeing with your damning assessments.

If he's honest, he always thinks your ire during childbirth is hilarious. It is kind of his fault, and he can't fathom the physical trauma, so he figures this is a fair role to fill while you do the hard work.

On a small trough in your final set of contractions, you catch your breath enough to ask for his other hand. This is the hardest part, and it always makes you a little nervous.

“Aaron, come here. Please.” He drapes his arm around your shoulders, and you grab his hand where it hangs by your collarbone.

“You’re almost there, darlin’! We’re gonna be crowning here in a second.” You can't see Brienne, totally locked into her task, but her update is a relief.

You lean heavily into Aaron and he rests his cheek against yours. While this is a shorter labor than both Isaac and the girls’, you're exhausted. Bone-deep tired and hot and cold all at once.

“You’re doing so well. You’re a superhero. I love you so much.” He whispers his words against you, and you wail as another contraction hit. Your choice of a walking epidural doesn’t knock the pain out entirely, and it still totally sucks. But again, better than the alternative.

“We’ve got a little Hotchner head! Keep going!” Brienne pats your knee and grins at you, and you follow instructions. “Do you want to catch, Dad?”

Before he can answer, you tell him, “If you move, I’ll kill you,” through your teeth. Aaron shrugs and looks over your head at Brienne, who suppresses a smile.

There can't be any blood left in Aaron’s upper extremities at this point. In the midst of actively disliking him and your presence in your life in that particular moment, you're so grateful for him you could cry.

Well, you could cry for a great number of reasons, but that’s definitely one of them.

A few minutes and a pretty bad time later, a strong cry fills the room and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Aaron releases you as you unbutton your gown to expose your chest.

“Your time to shine, Aaron.” Brienne holds up the umbilical cord clamp and snaps it together twice like a dad at a barbecue. With a smile, he stands and rounds the bed.

You tried to peer over to see, but you're only able to see Aaron and Brienne.

A smile eats up his whole face.

“Hi!” His voice pitches up, and you start to cry.

You just love him so much your chest could just burst. Aaron is always the first person to greet your children as they come into the world, and he never fails to deliver a warm welcome.

“Right here, right?” He looks to Brienne, and she nods. He cuts the cord, and the nurse crosses the room for measurements.

Aaron returns to you and removes his own shirt, ready to take the little one while you finish delivery. After his crew neck is thrown to the side, he gathers you up in his arms again.

There’s nothing you can do but melt into him. His skin is warm and he smells good, whereas your skin felt clammy and you probably smell like a horse’s ass.

Brienne’s voice comes to you faintly from the other side of the room, iterating the specs of the newest addition. “Baby Boy Hotchner, 5:37am, August 13th, 8 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 inches.”

Okay I'm not crazy. He’s actually huge.

Aaron scoots even closer as you lean away to get a better look. Brienne sets the still-squalling infant on your chest with gentle, warm hands. Your eyes blur with tears. Aaron isn't any better off, keeping one hand on you and another on your son, his own tears tracking quietly down his cheeks.

Your son.

Brienne sighs and says, “Alright, last bit here, and then you’re done.”

You nod and Aaron takes him off your chest, leaning back with one hand under him and one hand over him. Fluid and other questionable grossness be damned, he ducks his head and presses his cheek to his son’s head, an ineffable joy radiating through his body.

Aaron’s hands almost completely cover him - with his little knees tucked to his chest, he looks like an angry little loaf of bread.

The afterbirth is the easy part, but then it was before, too. All the Hotchner kids are massive - even the girls were bigger for twins.

You always make fun of Aaron for “ripping me to shreds, and not in a fun way.”

(Okay, fine. Maybe a little in a fun way. Sometimes.)

There’s a little more pressure, and you look down at Brienne’s outline behind that infernal green medical paper shit. “How’s it going down there?”

“I’m getting these suckers tied off so we don’t have any more happy accidents. Don’t mind me.”

Aaron stifles a laugh and you roll your eyes, still weepy. The nurse passes him a warm, wet washcloth, and he begins to wipe the ick from his son’s skin.

Brienne finishes up and helps you get adjusted with ice packs and that excellent postpartum underwear. When she's satisfied, she removes her gloves and presses a hand to your bare shoulder. “Beautiful work, momma. He’s perfect.”

You put a shaky hand over hers. “Thanks.” A little watery laugh leaves you. Ouch. “I’ll miss you.”

And it's true. Brienne has been a semi-permanent fixture in your life for close to six years and has become a friend. You wouldn’t have any reason to see her again outside of regular check-ups.

She squeezes your shoulder twice. “You ever need anything, you know who to call. Let someone know when you’re ready to put his name down, and they’ll finish off the birth certificate.”

With that, she shepherds the nurse out the door, and you're alone with Aaron.

“So,” you say.

He smiles, his eyes still trained on the little body who has quickly quieted and is snoozing on his chest. “So?”

“Gimme that.”

His laugh is warm, and he places little one on your chest again. You prod him awake, feeling only a touch bad about it, and offer him a snack. He latches right away, and you tip your head back in sheer relief.

“Thank God.”

Aaron nods in agreement. “That’s one less thing to worry about.” He shakes his head as if shaking something off - no doubt remembering the meltdowns night after night trying to nurse Isaac.

Little one is still naked to the world, so you point at the little blue blanket folded across the room. “Can you grab that for me?”

Aaron just looks at you for a second, as if seeing you for the first time. “Of course.”

He crosses the room, throws the blanket over his shoulder, and grabs a diaper. While the little one is distracted, he deftly maneuvers the diaper into place and drapes the blanket over him to keep the chill off while maintaining skin-to-skin.

You pull the blanket back a little so you can see his squishy little face. “Can you call Jack?”

“Do we want to call him now? It’s pretty early.” Aaron leans over to his backpack and pulls his phone out, finding a couple requests for updates from Jess. First things first, he turns the camera on you, and you give him a thumbs up. You detach the little one from your nipple for a second, framing his face with the blanket. Aaron gets a good photo of a yawn and fires both pictures off to the BAU group chat before checking Jess’s messages.

4:12am How we doin? 4:18am Jack’s up with me. He can’t sleep. Em is dead to the world - she gave up about an hour ago. Give us an update when you can.

6:02am He’s adorable!!! He’s got your nose though, which is unfortunate. 6:02am Kidding. Maybe.

Aaron laughs a little, and he looks at you. “He’s up with Jess.”

You nod. “Go ahead and call him. He’ll worry, honey.”

He nods, and dials the second number on his speed dial. Jack picks up on the first ring. “Dad?”

“Hey, bud.” Aaron can't hide the smile in his voice. “Your brother is here and your mom wants to talk to you.”

“Can I come see you?” Jack’s voice wavers a little, and Aaron knows it's relief, rather than anxiety. Much like his son, he was more than a little concerned for your safety. Now that it's over, he can finally relax.

That alone is enough to make anyone emotional.

Aaron checks his watch. “Are you too tired to drive?”

“No, no. I’m good. I slept a little after you guys left.” he's quiet for a second. “Can you hand me to mom?”

“Sure, bud.” Aaron nods at you and you smile. He starts to pass the phone over to you then -

“Oh, dad?” Jack’s voice is only a little urgent.

Aaron pulls the phone back to his ear. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bud. I want to talk to Aunt Jess when you’re done with mom, so don’t hang up, okay?”

With that, he hands you the phone and fresh tears roll down your cheeks. You know this part comes in waves - the emotions. Your hormones are in shambles, and you forget how intense it is every time.

“Hey, Jack.”

“Are you okay how did it go what happened?” All the questions come out in a rush.

You chuckle. Ouch. “Slow down there, kiddo. We’re just fine. It went really smoothly, but the last part happened kind of all at once and I denied your father personal freedom and geographic agency, so we didn’t get a chance to update you.”

He laughs, and it warms you. “It’s okay. I’m really excited to meet him.” There’s a shuffle, and you assume it's his keys.

Baby boy is finished eating, just nosing around your chest at this point. You shift, and Hotch catches the phone and holds it to your ear so you can use two hands, bringing little one’s head right under your collarbone, tucking him up again. “He’s excited to meet you, too.”

After Aaron has a chance to debrief and game-plan with Jess (“If you bring the little ones over here before 10am, nobody will have any fun.”), Jack is on his way.

In the meantime, Aaron sets his phone on the side table and sits on the edge of your bed. “Are we sticking to the name we picked? Does it feel right?”

You nod. “I think so. What do you think?”

You do your best to inch yourself over - Ouch - so Aaron can have a little more space. He stretches out on the bed next to you, on his side with his arm folded under his head. A very large hand covers yours, pulling the blanket down to little one’s chin.

“He looks like you,” he says.

You snort. Ouch. “Don’t lie. All your damn kids look like you.”

“Alright, fine.” He relents with a wide smile. “He looks like me.”

He's quiet for a moment, tracing the apple of little one’s cheek with his finger. His smile morphs into something soft, pensive. It's the look he always has when he's in awe of his children. “What do you think, little man? Is your name Elliot David? How’s that sitting with you?”

The Elliot David in question just makes contented little staccato sounds from his chest, his brown eyes looking here and there, surprisingly alert. He lets out a little cough, and both you and Aaron let out an, “Oh!” simultaneously in that drawn-out way parents do when their kids surprise themselves.

You look at him and stifle a laugh just for the sake of your exhausted muscles. Aaron’s smile soon turns shaky, and tears fall onto his elbow where it rests under his head. He takes a big breath, and it catches on the way out.

“Oh, honey. Come here.”

You adjust again, bringing the head of the bed down with the little remote. As you recline, you only need one hand to keep Elliot secure. You raise your other arm, and Aaron scoots under it, resting his head in the crook of your chest and shoulder. He snaps some buttons on your gown in the absent-minded interest of keeping Jack relatively unscarred.

Aaron’s bare arm is warm under your fingers. You trace little patterns into his skin as he stares at the back of his son’s head. Elliot’s impossibly small hand catches Aaron’s finger in that death grip only babies seem to have.

Aaron doesn’t care he's nearly twenty-four hours without sleep, missing a shirt, and really hungry. The only things that matter in this moment are right here in front of him.

There’s no need to speak.

A nurse stops by and drops off the bedside cradle, speaking quietly. “You can put him in here when you’re ready to get some rest.”

You look up and thank him. “Oh, and we’d like to finish the birth certificate in a few hours. Will that be alright?”

He nods. “Just fine.” He checks your charts and leaves a few moments later.

Soon after, the door slips open, and Jack’s head pops in. “Hi!” He stage-whispers. “Lemme see him.”

Aaron is stuck where he is, still locked in by Elliot’s grip, so Jack crosses to your other side, pulling up a chair as close as he can get it.

There is a sense of finality to this meeting. Elliot is your last child, and this is the last time the Three Musketeers will sit together, meeting the newest member of their family.

“Oh man, Mom. He’s so cute.” Jack coos and ducks so he's eye-level with his baby brother. He traces a finger along Elliot’s tiny, straight nose. When he rests his head on your upper arm, you kiss his head. All three of you sit there until the sun rises, watching Elliot fall asleep. Aaron follows suit eventually, his breath fanning slow and even across your chest.

+++

The three of you are relatively well-rested by the time your family comes to bombard you.

Elliot woke twice in the early morning - once to be fed and the other to be changed. Jack retreated to the recliner after a certain point, and Aaron threw on a sweatshirt and curled up next to you for the duration. They're still out cold, while you rest somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

One of the nurses on rotation pops her head in. You wave at her with the tips of your fingers.

“Your family is here to see you.”

That wakes you up. You make an ‘eek’ face. “All of them?”

She nods. “Three at a time?”

“Please.” You reach over and pick up a neatly-swaddled Elliot and tuck him into your elbow. You check the corner, where Jack still sleeps. You're sure a train could drive through the room and he’d still be out. That kid has sleeping superpowers - being sixteen only helped.

Jess is first, holding the girls’ hands while Isaac trails a little behind.

You put a finger to your lips and point to Elliot. “He’s sleeping, so you have to be really quiet, okay?”

Caroline clambers up on the bed with a few reminders to “be gentle with Mom and don’t lean on her too much,” and peers over you. “Is Daddy sleeping?”

You look to your right, and sure enough, Aaron is out like a light again, performance evaluations on his chest, his hand relaxed around his pen. “Yeah, baby. Daddy’s sleeping because he's awake for a really long time helping me with Elliot.”

Newly reminded of the main event, Caro plants herself by your knee while Sophia sits by your hip, taking the good real estate. You look over at Jess and wink. She slips out, closing the door softly behind her.

You scoot over so you're flush with Aaron’s side. “Come on up here, bubba.”

Isaac gives you a little smile and perches at your side. “He’s so small.”

“Yep. And look at that,” you brush your fingers down Elliot’s nose and tap his cupid bow before doing the same to Isaac. “You have the same nose.”

Isaac smiles and raises a tentative hand. He hesitates right before he reaches the dark brown peach fuzz that sits in unmanageable cowlicks on Elliot’s head.

“You can touch him, bub. Just be gentle.” Isaac’s hand smooths over Elliot’s head with next-to-no pressure. “Do you remember when Sophia and Caroline were born?”

Isaac nods. “It was super cool.”

“It was super cool.” You kiss his forehead and adjust your hold on Elliot. “Sophia, love, can you hand me the pillow that’s by Daddy’s knee.”

She nods and very carefully presents it to you. You show her how to stuff it under your elbow so you can relax while supporting Elliot’s head. Caro is clearly enamored, her eyes never leaving Elliot’s face.

“Babies are really delicate,” you remind a wiggling Sophia. “Their heads are too heavy for their little necks, so sometimes they need a little help.”

At the mention of ‘help,’ Aaron’s eyes snap open. “What’s up?”

You suppress a laugh as he realizes all of his kids surround him like the children of the corn. He presses a hand to his face, recovering. “Oh. Hi.”

Caro beams at him, and he beams right back. He puts his files down and pats his lap. “Come here, my little love. I’ve got a really good view over here.”

She very mindfully picks her way over your shins and into her father’s lap. He lifts her so she's flush to his chest. His cheek presses into her hair, and he shows her where to find Elliot’s little baby toes under the blanket.

“Are his feet very very small?” Caroline’s whispered question almost makes Aaron cry again.

“Yes. They are very very small. So are his hands. Here, look.”

He reaches over and peels back a layer of blanket, exposing one of Elliot’s (very very) small hands, pressed flat against the fabric. Aaron wiggles his finger under it and presents it to the kids. “If you look really carefully, you all have the same hands.”

All at once, three pairs of hands appear, flipping their palms up and down as each one individually assesses the similarities.

“And if you look even closer,” he says, flipping his palm down, but keeping Elliot’s hand aloft, “I have the same hands as all of you, too.”

Caroline looks up at him, awestruck and he nods. She places her hand on the back of Aaron’s and - lo and behold - they're the same shape, just significantly different sizes.

Satisfied, Sophia drops her hands, leaning on them to get a closer, yet stable, look at Elliot’s fingers.

She gasps, but to her credit, keeps her voice soft as she says, “Look at his tiny little nails!”

“Lemme see!” Aaron supports Caro as she thrusts her body forward to get a better look.

Jack stirs in the corner, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. In full voice, he says, “Oh, hey guys.”

Three big shushes come from the kids, and it takes everything in you to keep your laugh locked away. You keep your eyes trained on Sophia (who looks downright offended at Jack’s volume) knowing if you look at Aaron you’d be done for.

Jack makes the same ‘eek’ face you made earlier. “Sorry, sorry.” He creeps over, standing behind Sophia and putting his hands on her shoulders. She giggles quietly as he drops close to her ear. “Cute, huh?”

She wrinkles her nose. “He looks a little funny.”

“He’ll start to look more like a person in a few weeks,” Aaron says with a smile. “You looked pretty funny the day you're born, maybe even funnier.”

He winks at her, and she dissolves into a fit of giggles again, leaning back against Jack. As she did so, her brother wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin on her head.

Isaac runs his hand over Elliot’s hair, gentle and repetitive. He, like Jack did hours earlier, rests his head against your shoulder. You press your cheek to the crown of his head, soaking it in.

“I like him.”

A smile breaks your face in half, and you peer around to look at Isaac’s face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s cool.”

Your bottom lip disappears into your mouth as you fight back tears, still ready to flow without fair warning. You don’t want to scare them. “I’m so glad you think so, bubba.”

Elliot has once again taken Aaron’s finger hostage, and it takes more than a little negotiation to get him unwrapped and tucked back into his blanket. You have no idea how Elliot manages to sleep through all the commotion, but then again, he’ll have to get used to it.

Jess pokes her head back in. “Ready for some lunch?”

Four heads whip around and nod vigorously. Aaron deposits Caro on the floor, while Isaac presses a heart-wrenching kiss to Elliot’s head before gingerly getting his feet back under him. Jack just lifts Sophia and she hangs off his hip, only a little too big.

He walks to you and kisses your cheek. “I love you, Mom.”

You bring your hand up to his temple, the back of your fingers brushing his hair back. “I love you too, my Jack.”

One side of his mouth turns up in a smile, and he leaves the room with Sophia, leading the rest of the pack down the hallway.

+++

It's safe to say Dave immediately covets his namesake. You plop Elliot into his arms right away, and say, “This is Elliot David Hotchner. He’s been very excited to meet you.”

Dave full-on cries, letting the tears just fall onto his shirt as he bounces Elliot all around the room, talking to him about all the ways he’ll spoil him rotten.

It’s easy to name him after Rossi. When you finally decided on a couple of first names, it was a no-brainer to pair them up with David. He’s your family, like they all are, but you're acutely aware that Elliot will have the smallest amount of time with Dave, no matter how much time that will be.

When Dave is ready to give him up, he reluctantly passes him back to Aaron. Dave crosses to you while Aaron offers Elliot a knuckle to mouth around on.

Dave kisses your cheeks and embraces you. He leans back to look at you, keeping his hands on your face. You cover his hands with your own and close your eyes.

You're taking a lot of mental pictures today.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're sure you see Aaron’s one-handed camera work out of the corner of your eye.

“Thank you, bellissima.”

“You’ve more than earned it,” you remind him.

“Dealing with you two for fifteen years? You’re damn right I have.”

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Happy Father's Day

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Summary: (1/3) Y/n hasn't told Harry that she is pregnant yet, however, when the day comes around she finds out he's cheating.

Warning: Swearing, Taylor Swift Bashing (I love Taylor don't get me wrong, it's just for the story's sake.)

Word Count: 1492

It's been 5 weeks since I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell Harry the moment I found out. I scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm it because you can't really trust generic pregnancy. But when the doctor confirmed it, I had no idea how to respond.

Hiding this from him has been the hardest thing I've ever done. Harry and I have been together for almost five years now. We met at his twenty-second birthday party in New York, I was twenty. He was pretty upset that he still had to tour for his birthday, but he said it was great making a new friend. Next thing you know we went public after two and moved in together for our third year. I'm so in love with him, but our careers are taking off, a baby would just interfere with all of it however Harry has always wanted children. He'd make such a great dad too, I can only imagine what our family will look like. But these thoughts often consume me, what if he doesn't want this?

I thought Father's Day would be the best day to tell him, you know like a surprise, and what a better time unless of course, he doesn't want our child. Our parents are coming over because of course, we have gifts and brunch so it's like three for one.

I've been distant from him recently, he's so concerned about me he thinks something is terribly wrong with my morning sickness and all. I figured I'd tell him with a gift which is a wooden base with yarn woven letters made of nails that spells 'dad' with the first ultrasound underneath, there's a card too! I'm so excited to finally start a family with Harry, I just hope he feels the same way. I have mugs for each of our dads that say, 'soon to be grandfather'. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. Opening the front door, I place the keys on the table next to me and walk the bags to the living room. That's funny Harry would've greeted me by now? He's probably asleep.

Setting up for later, I bring the balloons over realizing the tablecloths are upstairs. I work my way up the steps. These are gonna be a hassle with an extra 30-40 pounds on me. The closer I get to the top, I hear a light moan.

"I love y/n, she can't know about this" Harry's voice spoke.

Tiptoeing to peak into our bedroom I see my beloved boyfriend, father of my child shirtless kissing a pant-less Taylor Swift. Wow. Just my, fucking luck. Of course, he would! I mean what was I thinking.

"Of course not, my reputation is already bad" she breathes, cupping the side of his face.

I just watch him continue to kiss her after leaning into her touch. Debating whether to go in there, I feel frozen in my steps.

"This doesn't feel right" his deep voice sighs. No shit.

"She doesn't even care about you Harry, isn't that what you told me?" She says sweetly, such a snake.

He sighs and flips them, the scene before me, causes tears to come to my eyes. Opening the door making my presence known Harry turns to me with wide eyes while Taylor scrambles to find her pants and shirt.

"Y/n it's not-"

"I don't want to hear it" I say to him. Irritation and disgust line my voice. Grabbing the table covers I go back downstairs. I have what I need. After looking at my presentation admiring the work I've done. Harry and Taylor both come downstairs. His eyes red and puffy. I swear the tears make his eyes appear more beautiful, I hope my child has his eyes at least.

Astounded by my quiet stature he sits next to me and I stiffen. I'm just quiet because it's keeping me from crying. Taylor stares blankly at the floor.

"Why the fuck are you still here? Leave." I spit at her.

Oh, how I wish I could drink.

The doorbell rings alarming Taylor. I just walk her to the door and invite our parents in "Thank you Taylor" I say sincerely seeing her nod and pull off fast in her car. Tramp.

"What's that about?" Anne ask,

" New music" she smiles and comes in with everyone trailing her steps.

"Harry what's wrong love?" she asks wiping his tears.

"Nothing just allergies mum" she pats his back and sits at the table.

"Five years, I cannot believe it, Harry it's the longest you've had!" Rob states. "And the fans love you Y/n" Anne adds lightly patting my shoulder. "Our little girls all grown up" y/m/n wipes a fake tear from her eye. Everyone laughs. Thank god Harry is next to me so I don't have to look at him. He places his hand in my lap, but I push it off, going unnoticed by the crowd around us.

"Gift time!" I exclaim as he tries again. Placing each one down in-front of them, they all look up slightly confused.

"What's this?" Y/d/n ask.

"Open them, Haz just wait a few seconds after" they all agree. Rob opening his first then y/d/n they look at me then Harry, our moms looks match Harry's as he unwraps his gift. Stunned he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Y-you're pregnant?"

"Yeah, surprise." Our parents run up to hug us.

"It's about time, I'm getting old over here!" Y/m/n shouts. Once they leave excitedly picking out baby names. I refuse to look at Harry. I make my way upstairs and begin packing some clothing.

"W-what are you doing?" Harry ask quietly.

"What does it look like Harry?" I say pushing past him going to the bathroom and grabbing some necessities. He just leans on the door frame watching me, still refusing to look at him. At first, I cared but I've made up my mind.

"How far along are we?"

"I'm almost 6 weeks but that doesn't matter" trying to walk past him he just grabs my arm and pulls me into him.

"I love you so much," he cries into my neck. I just stand there, motionless "I'm such a fuck up. Please don't leave me. I want to be here for you, for our baby. Y/n please." His hot tears continue to stream onto my shirt leaving a wet patch.

I soon give in rubbing his back gently. "Calm down Harry," I whisper into his ear as his sobs get louder "Breathe, okay."

Sitting on the closest surface near me, today has been long; I'm tired and pregnant give me a break. He stands between my legs looking down at me. I love him I do, and I want the best for our child, but this hurt. The one request I've had is he doesn't cheat, and he did. I stare at my feet avoiding him at all cost until his hand lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I am asking you to stay." He states softly placing a random string of hair behind my ear. He slowly starts leaning in I don't stop him. Suddenly feeling nauseous at the thought of him kissing Taylor, I shove him away from me crying.

He tries to hold me, but I just shake my head frantically, "Harry No," I cry. "How could you!? In our house Harry!" I shout. Continuing to pack my things making myself mad at the thought of his hands all over his ex.

"Y/n I'm so sorry please just stop," clothes I need clothes, just for a few days I'll buy more later. Walking into the bedroom opening my laptop ignoring his pleads. I book a hotel for two weeks, until I situate what is happening. He just sits on the bed trying to see what I'm doing but I soon erased my browser history and factory restarted the device so he can't track anything. Let's combine our accounts so our calendars sync. A swell idea. Wiping my tears, I pack outfits for each day that wouldn't show anything to the paparazzi. He sits there with his head in his hand's sharp intakes of breath audible.

As I approach him, he assumes I'm going to touch him, but I simply go into the drawer next to him. Cringing at the thought of him and Taylor who were here not over 6 hours ago, Grasping the more recent black and white photos gently until I get a photo album for them. Contemplating for a minute looking at the small framed version of my uterus I carefully tear one off handing to him before I seal my bag and walk away, taking my keys and loading my stuff in the backseat.

Looking through the rearview mirror, saying a silent goodbye to the home I hoped to raise my child. It'll get better- I hope.

A/n: Hello Loves! This is also a piece I had on wattpad. Most of these posts today will be Wattpad uploads. I'm trying to see which platform suits my work best. Bear with me while I figure Tumblr out. Masterlist coming soon!

xoxo Janelle

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nukapind · 4 years

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5 with Bakugou? I was initially going to request Todoroki but I can only imagine how amazingly horrendous Mitsuki trying to help Katsuki score would end up lmao

Mother Knows Best (Bakugo x Reader)

I like the way you think. I have a family that schemes so honestly, this wasn’t too far from my own mother she’s tried to set me up with some guys. Feel free to send in more requests— you can find the prompt list here— and as always, this was crossposted to my AO3.

5. “I was having lunch with my mom and she caught me staring at you and she’s asking for your number and trying to be my wingman” + Bakugo

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“Do you want a water refill?”

“… Sure.”

Maybe Katsuki should’ve been paying attention to whatever his mom was droning on about, but at the moment he couldn’t bother to even pretend to listen to her. Instead, he was focused on the server of the mediocre cafe, filling his glass— to which he grunted his thanks— and cleaning up after the damn messes the other customers couldn’t be bothered to clean.

“Katsuki! Are you even paying attention to me?” Mitsuki’s irritated voice dug into Katsuki’s ears, snapping him out of his trance. Of course he hadn’t been paying attention, and both of them knew it. He shifted, pushing the rice in his bowl around boredly. He would have been just fine without going to lunch with his mom, but at her insistence, she’d managed to drag him out to some cafe he didn’t really care for.

But the staff had definitely caught his eye.

“Honestly Katsuki, you need to start behaving more like a young man rather than some brat! I thought that damn school would help you grow up.” He scowled at her words, but she didn’t seem to be put off by it at all. Did he really spend his day off from school to come and listen to his mother’s nagging. Rolling his eyes, they seemed to settle right back on the server wiping down tables. Chin rested in the palm of his hand as he toyed with the chopsticks in his other hand. He watched as you seemed so intent on cleaning the table, brows furrowing as you stacked the plates up before carrying them off to the kitchen— leaving Katsuki with nothing else to watch. Huffing, he turned back to his mother, ready to listen to whatever nonsense she was spouting.

Only to find her smirking right at him.

“Got a little crush?” She cooed, causing anger and just a bit of shame to bubble in his gut. “Of course not, don’t be an idiot!” The smug look on her face didn’t ease up, and unfortunately he knew he’d gotten his stubbornness (and really most of his personality) from her. “Young love is so cute, reminds me of when I got your father to go out with me.” He’d heard that story way too many times, she’d pestered his dad until he finally went out with her— it was a story that he wasn’t sure she should be proud of.

“I’m not in love, so shut the hell up!” The intended hiss came out as more of an embarrassed groan. He was one of the strongest students in his grade, he fearless when it came to fighting— so why was his mom’s stupid teasing so mortifying at the moment? She took a sip of her soda before giving a thoughtful hum, deep in contemplation before she snapped her fingers. “That’s it! Dating’ll help you grow up!” A grin formed on her face and he furrowed his brows.

“The fuck are you even talking about?”

Mitsuki’s grin stretched even wider as she stood from her seat, purse in hand. “You like the server, I’ll get their number for you.” She spoke as if this was common sense, like it was completely normal for a mother to do this. His hand snapped out, gripping her purse tightly. “I fucking swear to God, you better not.” He tried his hardest to keep his voice low, he couldn’t risk anyone else hearing the embarrassing exchange, it would ruin his entire image.

“I’ll leave right now.” His threat fell on deaf ears. “Right fucking now.” A glint was ever present in his mother’s eye, cunning and a little too ready to meddle in her son’s love life— ready to ignore his protests. A staring match ensued, two identical pairs of red eyes waiting for the other to back down. “Is… is everything alright here?” Both their heads whipped over, only to see your confused face watching them. If Katsuki knew his mother, she wasn’t giving up on this discussion anytime soon. For a brief second, he did consider making a break for it— the only thing stopping him was the thought that it’d be dining and dashing and he’d never be able to come back here again if he did.

“We’re fine—” “My son wants to know if he can have your number, he thinks you’re cute.” He was immediately cut off, the unfamiliar feeling of mortification already managing to creep into his body. Heat built up in his cheeks as you dropped the empty tray you’d been carrying.

“I’m gonna order some food for your father, I’ll give you kids some privacy.” “What the fuck—” His mom must have lived for embarrassing him, now he was stuck here with the server he’d been ogling observing the entire time he’d been here. Scowling, he turned to face you. “Don’t listen to her, the hag’s crazy.”

“Ah… So you don’t want my number?” He watched as you picked the tray back up, settling yourself in his mother’s abandoned. His brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. “I’ll take it if you’re giving it.” He didn’t miss the confused look on your face as you reached into your apron, pulling out a pen and notepad nevertheless.

“I thought I shouldn’t listen to her?”

His eyes narrowed, giving a quick glance to his mom— who’d (much to his chagrin) been giving him a thumbs-up— before turning back back to you. Gritting his teeth, he had to put his pride aside. “I lied, she was telling the truth.” That earned him a sweet smile from you, and his chest squeezed at the sight. “Well… Maybe you should thank her.” A slip of paper was set in front of his plate as you reached over.

“I should probably get back to work now.” You stood back up with a sheepish smile, and he could only nod dumbly— eyes flickering from you to the note until you slipped back to the kitchen to resume your job. A hand with a familiar nail polish ruffled his hair, to which he quickly smacked away.

“See brat? It worked out.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Finally, you’re someone else’s problem. I’m telling you Katsuki, a mother knows best.”

Her cackling didn’t bother him all too much as he typed the number into his phone, saving your contact before sending a quick text with his name. “Just shut the hell up.” He snapped, his phone buzzing from its place on the table.

~ Y/n: kinda weird that ur mom is ur wingman but ive had worse ways of being asked out

Y/n: tell her thanks for me ~

Oh he’d rather die than do that, but maybe further down the road you’d be able to thank her for her meddling yourself.

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thisisthehardestthing · 4 years

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This Is The Hardest Thing - 5

NSFW, 18+

AN: Okay, let me try this again. I deleted the previous version because it was not... right. Enjoy! bakugou x reader smut

Warnings: degradation, dub/noncon, swearing, unprotected sex

Thank you @joyousandverywarlike

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CHAPTER 5

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Katsuki grumbled as he ate his lunch, thinking of you, of your eyes. There was something that changed in them the second your palm touched the door. Your pupils dilated even though it was bright inside, lips slightly parted, breath shallow. He saw it, the way your entire being vibrated, and it confused the shit out of him. You’re a hard one to figure out and he hated it. His chopsticks stabbed at the plate, clinking noises echoed in the silent room.

He hated losing. He hated change. He hated the fact that he was stuck inside for a full day, and he hated you. His hands scrubbed his plate clean, trying to rid his mind of emotions, rinsing off his feelings as the plate dipped underneath the running water. It wasn’t true, though. He doesn’t hate you, and his head shook as he reprimanded himself.

Stop lying, dumbass.

Towel drying the plate, he remembered the feeling of your hair tickling his knuckles. It was so soft. He had kicked your seat to control those urges of trailing his fingers through it, wrapping his hands around the ponytail, pulling it. Then he thought of the first time you fought him, breathing heavily, panting as you circled each other. That look of pure glee and adrenaline as you stared him down, predator vs predator.

That’s it, that’s what was in her eyes. He sighed when the plate was packed away.

Rage, adrenaline, glee… lust. However, it was not the kind of lust he was used to seeing, sometimes directed at him. This lust was for something specific, which he couldn’t recognize. He knew that nagging feeling of needing release, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to consume. It made the hair on the back of his neck, forearms, and shins stand on end. That look.

His thoughts were still on you when you walked down the stairs and into the main hall, still in your school uniform like him. The sight of your slight smile further enraged him. He had no idea what you could be smiling about, and he wanted to know. Instead his words came out harsher than he intended.

“What are you so happy about?” His voice was gravel crunching beneath boots. Rough and addictive, painful when you fall against them. The frown that took over your face almost made him do a double-take, your eyes narrowed the second they saw him.

“None of your business.” You replied, and it was true. Shinsou and you had just briefly spoken across your balconies before he went back for lunch. The kitten’s name was Kit-kat and you promised not to tell anyone. The mental image of the kitten clawing its way up his white, uniform shirt made you smile again.

“Well, knock it off. Here.” He pushed a bowl of rice and chicken cutlets across the dining table, now cold. “Eat this while I get the cleaning supplies.” He ignored the raised eyebrows, turning around.

“Bakugou, that’s almost kind of you.” He scoffed at the skepticism.

“I don’t need to deal with you fainting and leaving me with all the fucking work,” he mumbled, pulling out equipment from the storage closet in the corner of the living room.

This might’ve been a record for Bakugou. Neither of you was at each other's throats yet, which made you hold your tongue, digging into the slightly cold meal, wondering if he cooked it himself.

It’d been two hours and you wished you wore shoes. From time to time, you found yourself reaching out to him involuntarily, either to feel vibrations through the soles of your feet, or with your fingertips passing by him, but not touching. The waves you felt earlier were no longer there, but traces of it were,always right on the surface. And God, did you want to feel it again.

You were both in the laundry room at this point. You mopped the floor while he dried it. When a step backward kicked over the bucket onto the newly clean floor, the dam burst. It poured off his body in waves through his bare feet, into the tiled floor, and up your soles. The fuse he seemed to keep at a simmer exploded as he jumped up, lifting the edges of his baggy pants and swearing. You were frozen, unable to move. The high frequency at which his body began to vibrate caught you off-guard.

“No, don’t tou—”, the words caught in your throat as he walked, reaching out to push you to the side. He did, and it was as though the air itself was made of Bakugou. Your body moved before you realized what happened and your fingertips wrapped around his wrist.

Katsuki saw it happen as if in slow motion. The way your pupils dilated and the goosebumps prickled under his palm. The look returned. His heartbeat stilled as your head whipped to stare at him. Your grip was strong, holding his sweaty palm in place, the water around his feet forgotten, already draining out into a hole in the corner somewhere in the room.

Your breaths were shallow as you kept his gaze, Katsuki was too shocked to move when your hand traveled up his forearm, over his bicep and shoulders. It was almost as if you were not in control of your own body when it wrapped around the back of his neck and forced his head down to your level. There was something in him that couldn’t look away from the predatory gleam in your eyes. As confusion replaced his anger, you could feel the vibrations begin to die down, too fast, too soon. His hand dropped from your shoulder.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he whispered, entranced by the swirling emotions in your eyes. The rational part of your mind was losing the battle as it began to cloud over.

“Touch me.” A demand by your body. The waves began to pick up again, different than before but just as intense.

“Don’t tell me wha—” He was cut off when he felt something begin to course through his body, originating from your palm. A moan escaped his lips, his head fell backward.

What was this feeling? There were oscillating waves, traveling down his arms, into his hands, which lifted and grabbed your waist. He felt the shiver wrack through your body the instant his palms touched you, over your shirt, the last barrier. He had no control over his movements, almost floating above his body as he witnessed himself pull you close, against his chest.

“Not enough.” The words were muttered against his chest, and his hands followed unheard instructions as they began to unbutton the front of your shirt.

Why couldn’t he stop himself? His fingertips grazed your skin as they moved under the fabric, around your sides and splayed open on your back. He thought he would collapse under the pressure coming from his neck and flowing into your body. You were all-consuming, absorbing everything he had. It was a closed circuit, a switch turned on, that touch.

It was when your hands brought his head further down, did he realize what was happening. The tsunami that he felt brewing inside himself crashed onto the shore of your lips and nothing else mattered. All he could do was feel the immense power flowing through his atoms, creating nuclear fission, multiple explosions going off all at once.

I don’t want this. Your tongue darted out, a gentle touch against his bottom lip as if asking for permission, although he had no power to resist. Katsuki couldn’t breathe when your tongues danced together, circling each other before you sucked on it. When you panted a hushed ‘more’, he was ashamed of the moans that echoed in the room. Both your hands were on his shoulders to steady yourself when he picked you up and placed you atop of the washing machine. Lips still against each other, his shirt fell off his shoulders, onto the damp floor with just a touch. He was standing between your open legs now, a growing erection pressing against your inner thighs. He felt his hands wander over your chest, cupped your breasts out of the bra, rolling and pinching your hard nipples.

The need to have him was too much for you. Your mind clouded in a thick fog and his hands were your guiding light. You couldn’t see without his touch, he couldn’t see with yours. You whimpered when his calloused hands left your body only to moan as they stroked up your thighs and under your skirt. When they reached the hem of your underwear, toying with the fabric, it was bliss on a knife’s edge.

At the bristle against your damp core, electricity shot through you, parting the sea of mist. You were clear-headed, pulling your face away from his, but only for a second. The needy whine that escaped from Bakugou’s lips made your eyes cloud over. Lust for power overcame you, and you no longer held back. Your hands explored his body as his fingers stroked languid lines along your slit. One hand gripped his hair, blonde tufts poking out between your fingers as you pulled his head down, against your neck. He sucked and licked the salty skin, each taste making him thirstier, harder. Your other hand began to undo the button of his pants. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill. He was frustrated and angry at not being able to move at his own volition, not feel you on his terms.

The emotion hit you like a tonne of bricks, making your toes curl and back arch as his fingers crept underneath the fabric and played with your wetness. A thumb circled your clit, your moans a whip that spurred on his movements. Your fingers dragged against his upper back, red lines raised on his skin as you marked him, before you grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, pants dropping down so he was left in his underwear. His body and actions were yours, hands trapped between your bodies.

The control must’ve slipped as you got lost in the friction, like the sweat rolling off his palms and against your skin. Katsuki’s mouth started to falter against your skin, but when his finger slipped between your folds, he saw nothing but stars. The breath knocked out of him, forehead on your shoulder with your palms pressed flat against his back, wanting to absorb everything into your body. You turned your head to smell his hair—sweat and shampoo—and sucked on his earlobe.

His thick finger pumped in you, your whine against his skin made him hyperventilate. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he didn’t want to stop. Not anymore.

“Fuck, Bakugou.” Your lips moved, finding his name through the fog, calling out to him.

A part of you sensed the shift; the vibrating waves changed tempo instantly underneath your grasp. Without your bidding, he slipped in a second finger. They massaged your walls with precision, exactly the way you wanted it. The stretch was new, his fingers thick and delicious as they curled up and into your g-spot. The movement shocked you, woke you up, and your palms flew to his chest as if to push him away.

Not again, the thought danced around your head as the hand that gripped your thigh reached up to grab your waist, then your bicep, and ended on the back of your neck, fisting your hair. The feeling of lust so different from anger, yet equally as potent. With it came a new sense of longing. He was no longer oscillating but rather swirling under your touch, like a tornado, each cell spiraled and made you dizzy.

You couldn’t think of anything, only feel the tightening coil in your belly. Your hands moved up as you clung onto his neck. His eyes were open now, just as hazy as your own. When you began to rhythmically pulse around his fingers, he quickened the pace. Your hands dropped to the cool metal of the washing machine beneath you, keeping you upright along with the hand on your neck. A pained growl erupted from Bakugou at the loss of contact.

“Touch me,” he panted your words from earlier. He couldn’t see straight and when your palms left his body, he felt cold and empty, the only warmth between your legs and on his hand.

There was something in his face that made you believe that he might crumple to the floor without your hold. You knew not to continue, that this wasn’t him, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were close to orgasm, the willpower to stop too far out of reach. Your hand reached to palm his erection, tugging down the waistband. His cock sprung free, joining the tangle of limbs between your legs. Unlike his palms, where there was rage, his groin seemed to be the epicenter of lust and when your fingers closed around his girth, you screamed as you teetered over the edge.

The coil in you snapped as stars danced in your vision, flashes of white and black and the red of his eyes. The sounds of the ocean crashed around you. He kissed you again, mouths clashing as teeth bumped and tongues intertwined. All too quickly, his fingers left your sopping core to grip your thigh, right thumb hooked over your underwear to keep it pulled to the side, he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. Your sensitive cunt tensed as he pushed in and he hissed through his teeth, warm air blowing against your lips.

It was what you were looking for, and more. Finally, you felt it inside you, pulsating and swirling outwards through your core and into your body and limbs, flowing right back out of your palms. You swore the contraption beneath you shook with the same energy, vibrating beneath your fingertips. The hand that was wrapped around his cock had moved to his Adonis belt, palm pressing down hard as Bakugou began sharp thrusts into you.

You fell backward with a moan, eyes rolled up and into your skull at feeling so full. You relied on the hand supporting your head to keep you upright, his forearm against your back. The way his hips snapped against you was sure to leave bruises against your inner thighs, hip bones hitting the same spot over and over again. You were being wound up, a second time, with more vigor, as the machine beneath you rocked in time with his thrusts. His hand pulled at your hair, tugging your head back and your eyes flew open to find his, clear as day.

Katsuki was finally in control of himself. It happened when your hands first left his body and fell to the equipment he was fucking you on. It was torture for him to feel you beneath his hands but not be the ones to control them. He’d never felt such longing before, already accustomed to the intense waves of energy flowing through his body and feeling empty when the connection cut off. Now, he would pleasure himself the way he wanted to. With his right hand still on your thigh, he lowered the left one that supported you until you laid flat, palm spread over your chest, latching onto a breast as he pounded into you.

“Don’t let go,” he grunted in time with his thrusts, venom seeping into his voice. His eyes narrowed as they glanced down at the point where your bodies joined. That jaw of his clenched again and you brought your ankles together behind his back to pull him in deeper. He moaned when you brought your palms up and gripped the arm pinning you, the circular connection established once more.

“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed, thrusts becoming sloppier, “You’re such a slut, aren’t you? So needy, couldn’t fucking wait to feel me inside you.” His degrading tone alone had your heart beating out of your chest, shame welled up inside you.

When he felt the way your cunt clenched around his length, he could tell you were close once more. He leaned forward, a hand traveled up and wrapped around your throat. It pressed on your veins, your head swam with the limited blood supply. Your hands went to his shoulder, then chest, palms flat once more as you felt the full force of his vibrations; rage and lust combined. He groaned the second he felt it, in sync with you. His breath fanned against your cheeks as he grunted into your ear.

“I’m not even wearing a condom. I bet you thought about that. You wanted to feel all of me, didn’t you?” There you were, falling against the gravel that was his voice. “Ungh, fuck, answer me.” The hand that was holding your thigh dug into your flesh, bruising, and the waistband of your underwear bit into your skin at the tug.

He could see the hesitation in your throat; you were unsure of the answer yourself at this point, so he ignored it as he chased after his release, letting go of your underwear and grinding a thumb down on your clit instead. He watched your back arch up in response as you clamped down around him. The sight of you so helpless in his grasp pushed him that much further over the edge, reminded of how he’d felt moments before.

Too soon, before your orgasm crashed around you, Bakugou pulled out and you felt warm, sticky cum spread underneath your skirt, onto your thighs and the bend of your groin. Just as sudden, the vibrations died down and you fell limp. Your hands dropped from his chest and open, knuckles hitting the machine next to you. Your ankles unclasped and lowered down. You felt the cum drip, between your ass and the smooth metal of the washing machine. You felt like curling up inside yourself. The hand around your throat went slack, before it inched upwards and gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“You didn’t orgasm just now, did you?” he asked. You shook your head no. A smirk lifted one side of his mouth, but the amusement didn’t reflect in his eyes. “Good, you shouldn’t get to.” He pushed himself away, clicking his tongue as he tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his sopping wet pants. He bent over to pick up the forgotten, spilled bucket and his shirt, but when he stood back up, both slipped out of his grasp, clattering to the floor. Shock plastered across his face as he looked around the room. His head whipped around to look at you.

“What the fuck is your quirk?”

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jenivi7 · 3 years

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writing tag game!

Thank you @clyde-side and @bdeblueyes for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22 plus a small handful on ff.net that I still intend to move over to AO3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

30,445! I’m surprised it’s that much considering how short most of those stories are. (And it’s a little deceptive since it doesn’t include the 80k monstrosity that is Ryou and the Thief. That one’s probably going to stay on ff.net though.)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Those Things He Keeps for Himself (Total agreement. Personally I think this is the best thing I’ve written so far.)

Human (Was at #1 until very recently! I attribute this entirely to the story being on @shinayashipper’s Rivalshipping Rec List. Thank you Red! <3 )

Black (From when I wandered into Homestuck fanfic for a brief time! I’m still stupid proud of this one though.)

Ghosts, Goths and Other Anxieties (original short story) (I swear I’ll get back to posting the big bang version soon)

Finality (This one’s so old but I guess people still like their tendershipping! I mean, same~)

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do try to respond to everything! I so appreciate when other authors respond to me and do my best to return that good good energy. Also I genuinely like chatting with people (especially about something I wrote lol) even if I get overwhelmed sometimes and can be slow ^^;

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

This is a tough one cause when I start a story, it’s usually with the goal of giving the characters a happy end but it’s probably Coffee and Cigarettes. It was for a pairings competition where the random pairing was Mana/TK Bakura and I gave them a weird little break in the middle of canon where they both know what’s about to happen and it just came out sad. NO WAIT I’M WRONG. Lol I just gave my story list another look and it’s definitely Crazy for You! That was an insane asylum AU that’s ABOUT everything going straight to shit.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh goodness, almost all of them! I love a happy ending. Like, the story doesn’t have to be all fluff, it can have an impossible looking problem or be about two people who just don’t go well together but I love a good, satisfying resolution. Most recent happy ending is No Betting, just a bit of adorable, domestic, peachshipping fluff. Favorite happy end is probably A Million Missed Chances, Mai/Valon. I feel like Mai is a challenging character to give a happy ending to. She’s just stubborn like that <3

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

So, I haven’t written a crossover yet by myself but @miss-moberg and I will often throw around ideas for ones where we will use YGO characters or parts of the world building or magic system to fix things we don’t like in other canons. Right now we have a RP that’s a BNHA/YGO crossover where… oh, spoilers for BNHA: instead of going crazy and faking his own death, Toya grabs both his brothers and just fucking leaves. They run away to Domino, get picked up by Ryou and Akeifa (TK Bakura) and it quickly becomes the found family story I didn’t know I needed. We do some wild things blending the two canons. Domino is this little pocket where shadow magic keeps the hero and villain nonsense out and the citizens are pretty ok with it. Yugi and Atem are the city’s guardians. Ryou and Akeifa are not allowed to use shadow magic though they have access to it. I think Ryou and Yugi had proper quirks that they sacrificed to the shadows at some point, each for something different thing that they wanted or needed. Oh! We have quirks being derived from shadow magic at some point in the distant past and the shadows are always happy to take a quirk back to fulfill a wish or desire. They’re tricky though and usually corrupting. Very classic fairytale where it’s a thing you don’t want to make a deal with. Seto is quirkless and basically runs the city behind the scenes. He can’t deny the existence of heroes and villains but still refuses to believe in magic. This always gives Atem a headache when they have to coordinate to protect the city. Which is often.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A couple criticisms but no outright hate I don’t think. Or if I have it was so long ago I don’t remember. I was on ff.net at the worst times too and somehow all the hate just passed me by.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I love smut so much but I rarely write it. For stories I just usually end up with one or two erotic sentences. RPs are the exceptions to that though and are where all the good stuff happens. >.>

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Haven’t had one stolen, haven’t had one taken down. I’ve stayed small enough to fly under the radar for both things luckily enough!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I wish! Man that would be amazing <3

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Ryou and the Thief is a cleaned up version of @miss-moberg and my very first RP. (And the only RP of ours to ever hit an actual ending.)

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Puzzle with Gemshipping very close behind though I ship many, many things.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Phoenix. It was one of my very first fanfics started almost 15 years ago and while I’d love to finish everything, that one’s just not going to happen. It’s been too long and I’ve grown way too much as a writer to go back to it now.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think it’s dialogue. And maybe the ability to be amusing. Not funny-funny but like, lightly humorous when setting scenes or winding up to something.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

RUN ON SENTENCES. Sometimes they get away from me a bit XD

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Haaaa, actually when I first started writing fanfic I would throw in Japanese phrases and honorifics and looking back, it’s pretty cringe. BUT I can appreciate it as it was originally intended: learning and practicing a new language. If it makes sense for the character or situation though it’s really cute, like in Allargando by Slaycinder where Atem uses Arabic endearments for Seto. (Have I gushed about that fic on my blog yet? It’s so good.) Ancient Egyptian is the exception to everything I just said. I absolutely LOVE when someone takes a stab at putting ancient Egyptian in their fic. I go a little feral for it and it was the hardest but the most fulfilling thing about writing Ryou and the Thief was doing all the research write actual AE dialogue for Akeifa early in the fic.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu-Gi-Oh. I’ve done a handful of things for other fandoms but Ygo is the one I keep coming back to and definitely the one I’ve written the vast majority for.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh no this is hard! They’re all my babies and I love them! Probably my favorites have been listed in previous questions already. Ryou and the Thief because of the sheer amount of work that went into it and the fact that we ran the boys through a whole ass adventure, Coffee and Cigarettes because it’s such a fun, quirky little thing with a great atmosphere and Those Things He Keeps For Himself because I feel like I was able to really capture the idea in my head effectively and there’s some great imagery in it.

TAGGING: Oh my god this took me so long to finally sit down and complete that probably everyone I would tag has done it already! So not tagging anyone this time but please do it if it seems fun!

#tag game #writing #putting this in jenific because it has so many links in it #jenific #ygo

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askintothevoids · 3 years

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Writing for the First Time and Realizing My Life Sounds Like a Movie

TW: Death, dead animal, hateful feelings toward a person, bad feelings, sex mention (there’s like one), talking about cancer, and cheating on a spouse

It’s been a long year. I’m not super sure how old I am now. Roman and Remus were born 26 years ago, so… I was about twenty four when that happened.. So 50 something, I’ve never been good at math.

Yeah, god, the boys are 26 years old. I was sent into the void when they were about 14, I can’t even imagine dealing with secondary school after losing your mum. I know I couldn't have done it. I missed so much of their lives. I miss when life was simple.

My parents always urged me to get married, even if it wasn’t my soulmate. So one day I did. I married my friend, Jose, he was also gay. I didn’t find out that I was a lesbian until like around the time Agnes passed away. No, but, I really miss him. I knew him from kal, he was the only one who made it bearable. Jose was actually the one who got me into boxing, he was a really good guy. We got married, did the naked tango (neither of us cared for it) because we both wanted kids, I got pregnant with Roman and Remus, and then Jose got cancer.

Well, technically, he had it for a while. He got lung cancer from secondhand smoking, from an Aunt that lived with him. He didn’t know, he just thought that maybe he was just super allergic to something. It was awful. I saw my best friend deteriorate in front of me, he didn’t even get to meet the boys. They were born a week after he passed. Probably the hardest year of my life.

I remember I married Roman, my now ex-husband, on the same day my sons, Roman and Remus were born. He was just a guy friend from the gym, he needed a marriage to satisfy his parents, so ya know.

Life sucked for the next year, as much as I love my little prince and duke, they were a handful as babies. I dug myself out of my grave, I started to do farm work, I picked up Opera once more. Life picked up a little, I made money from my talent, and helped keep up the farm. It was great taking care of the boys. Roman loved the musical arts as much as I did, and Remus loved punching things as much as I did.

I remember that I helped out with one of the cows who were giving birth. I brought Roman in afterwards, he was about 5 or 6 at the time. I introduced him to the calf, she was brown and white I think. Bubs was currently obsessed with the Little Mermaid, and he named her Ariel. I didn’t let my husband kill the heifer when she grew up, Roman really loved that cow. I swear that thing was more dog than cattle, she might still be alive. I know they can live like 22 years.

Remus and I would go hunting for Cane Toads. We both hated the damn things, after all we are Australian. Obviously he was a little older so about 11, 12 when we went, I taught him how to shoot a bow. I know it sounds brutal, but you don’t hesitate to kill a bug, right? And things are like cats, they kill anything they can get their hands on. He was named after my buddies, Remus O’Malley and Johnny Drummond. Remus Jose John Douglas Rowe, I’d say it’s a pretty alright name, of course, a smidge long but we did long names in the Mejia-Cortes-Rowe household. No, but, my little duke was a good shot, and he probably still kills Cane Toads to this day.

Those days were so nice. I miss them so much.

Of course, I loved Agnes and Johnny with all my heart. They were some of my best friends. When it happened, I just shut down, Verrill died not too long after her. Jannie and O’Malley were in one of their spits around that time, so Janus left the group. All I could think of was getting revenge. I fucking hated Abigail. I despised her. I wanted her dead. I wanted to hurt her badly. I know it was unfair, but at the time I did not know.

We never got along. She and I just did not mix. She was cynical and rude, and looked down upon me like gutter trash half the time. She had some kind of superiority complex, I swear, I bit my tongue though. I don’t like to judge people, but it’s human nature to in some ways. She always pushed my buttons, I found it hard to respect her. I knew she was in tangos with a married guy, and it wasn’t an open marriage or anything. It was a poor woman who was being cheated on by this canadian jackass who spoke like the weird French skunk cat harasser.

I think I only got along with her once. She was doing research on everyone’s family trees. Abigail wanted to recognise void ticks, symptoms, patterns, etc. She was smart, I'd give her that. The project interested me, so I didn’t say anything. I kept peace most of the time, because the others seemed to like her. Her daughter and grandson were pretty nice people though, I don’t know how that happened (Well, maybe I do, I think her daughter was raised by an Aunt or something, and the grandson was some other couple).

But now, looking back I don’t know if I don’t regret anything.

I don’t know.

I think my life is still incomplete. I know why. I still haven’t met her. I want to meet her. I’m getting older, and my friends are dying. I kinda wish my grandson, Kenzie, had at least two abuelas. I think most people desire that kind of companionship, I just want what the straight have unfortunately.

I thought writing this down would help. I always meant to go to therapy but time got ahead of me. And now, I have a different job. I gotta watch over some people, and I would like to meet Jannie’s sister, oh, and Beetle too.

Welp, probably gonna sing love songs over and over, and sob into my ukulele. Uh

Peace.

#tw death mention #tw death #tw dead animal #tw hate #tw bad feelings #tw sex mention #tw cancer #tw cancer mention #tw cheating mention #intothevoids #alternate universe #camila mejia cortes #ned’s bedtime stories

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fdd700 · 4 years

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Words: a lot idk (2,930) Characters: Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil, Janus, Remus Pairings: Patton and Virgil are brothers (pat is older), the creative twins are, you guessed it, twins with Logan as their older brother, platonic and romantic dukexiety and roceit Trigger warnings: curses (minor), pain, pineapple on pizza (yes, disgusting, ik)

Virgil felt it the second his brain was connected, the dull ache in his right hip. He barely managed to let out a groan, trying to shift off his bad hip and onto his back. He let out a sharp breath as he hit his back. It was one of those days.

He hated those days.

The days when he was all but reduced to his bed before the sharp pain in his hip refused to be quelled. He knows he should get up, to try and stretch it out, but the very thought makes him nauseous.

“Kiddo?” He groans. “You okay?” Patton opens the door slowly, peeking in at the boy. “Bad day?” Virgil nodded and he’d never been so glad to have a brother like Patton. Patton, of course, was aware of these bad days. When Virgil was 10, he got diagnosed with a rare bone condition that affected his bones and left him in so much pain, to the degree that he was basically immobile for a year. He got over the condition fine with a lot of medicine but with lack of mobility for a crucial year in his growth, his muscle weakened and got inflamed a lot, meaning he was constantly on new exercise regimes to re-stretch and re-work the muscles into submission. His right hip muscles, the ones joining his two bones, was currently inflamed and was sticking his bones (Though this confused Patton, wasn’t that what connective muscles were supposed to do?)

“I really just want to sleep all day,” Virgil said.

“We both know I don’t want to give you The Speech,” Patton said, causing Virgil to groan loudly.

“Please, not the speech.” Patton chuckled.

“How about a compromise?”

“No,” Virgil whined. “Your compromises suck! it's like ‘do these tiresome, painfully stretches for like an hour and then I’ll give you an extra five minutes for a nap’. I would rather The Speech.”

“In that case-”

“No! I was joking, not The Speech,” Virgil said. ‘The Speech’ was an inside joke among the two. When their parents passed away, Virgil was barely 17, so 20-year-old Patton had to help Virgil navigate all his pain alone, with only Logan, Patton’s boyfriend, as a supporter. On one of Virgil’s bad days, he had tried to rouse Virgil to get through his exercise by saying anything and everything off the top of his head. When he was about ten minutes in, Virgil had snapped, saying; “Fine! I’ll do the exercise, just please, Pat, for the love of God, shut up!”. Since then, ‘The Speech’ had been the threat to get Virgil out of bed. Virgil sighed, bringing Patton back to the moments.

“Okay then, smarty-pants, how about I help you through your exercises and then we can chill for the day, I’ll even call off work.” Virgil looked like he battling himself. One side of him wanted to be selfish and spend the day with his brother, but he also knew that his brother didn’t get a lot of days off. Patton seemed to sense this. “Or, I can sit in my office all day and spam you with texts, getting no work done.” Virgil smiled before extending his hands. Patton helped him sit up, carefully and slowly, making sure not to bother the hip too much. He helped Virgil lie down on the floor (the bed was too soft and would mould to his back, meaning he wouldn’t be able to accurately do a lot of the exercises). He placed a pillow under his head, stuck on a playlist, and started the exercises.

“I hate this, I want to stop.” Patton continued to hold Virgil’s leg in place (his right ankle was placed on his left knee, and his legs were drawn up, forcing his right hip to rotate.)

“10 more seconds,” Patton said. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ″ Slowly, his leg was lowered back down. Virgil let out a large breath. “Only four more exercises to go.” Virgil shook his head, tears springing to his eyes.

“pat please, I can’t do five more.” Patton gently took his brother's face in his hands.

“You’ve done the hard ones, Virge, and you’ve done so well. C’mon, you only have to do three reps of thirty seconds for each one.” Virgil let out a shaky breath, a few tears escaping his eyes, which were quickly wiped away by Patton’s thumbs. “Come on, we can do this.” Virgil snorted slightly.

“This isn’t a ‘we’ situation, Pat, I don’t see you crying from pain,” he joked. Patton would be offended, he’s tempted to pretend to be, but he knows Virgil hates feeling vulnerable and uses humour to cope.

“Well, I don’t see you having to threaten your baby sibling to do his exercises,” Patton said, helping Virgil through the next exercise (place his right thigh over his left, and angling his knee at ninety degrees to stretch the muscle).

“’m not a baby,” Virgil said.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over your baby speak,” Patton said, letting go of Virgil’s leg to stretch it between exercises.

“I’m a man,” Virgil said, making his voice deep to hear his brother laugh. Patton shook his head, re-positioning his leg for him.

“Sure, you are. I’m sure big bad men have to have their crusts cut off their sandwiches.”

“No one wants to eat hard bread, Patton,” Virgil said.

“Is that so, Virgil?” Virgil nodded before he flopped his leg out of his brothers’ hands.

“Why are you positioning my leg for me, I’m not paralysed.”

“I don’t trust you to not give up early,” Patton said immediately. Virgil let out a scandalised gasp.

“Oi! You’re right, but hey!” Patton laughed, picking back up his brother's leg and finished the last exercise on his back.

“Okay, turn over. You’re gonna have to hold these yourself,” Patton said.

“I thought you said you’d help me!” Virgil whined.

“I basically just did your exercises for you!”

“Basically and literally are not the same thing,” Virgil said. “You’re dating Logan, you should know this!”

“Hush you, and finish up, I’m hungry.”

“And I’m not?” Patton gave Virgil ‘The Look’. Virgil sighed. “I’m sorry for taking my frustrations out on you, that isn’t fair.”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry if I’m making you feel rushed.” Virgil sighed.

“It's fine. And hey, only two more to do.” Patton nodded. The hardest, by far, was the first one. it was an awkward position, making it hard to take deep breaths, and it hurt the most. Patton coached him through his last two before Virgil sighed, flopping down onto the ground. “That sucked.”

“Pancakes?”

“Uh, yes. With blueberries?”

“And maple syrup.” Virgil hollered before slowly standing up. He walked (hobbled) down the stairs and into the kitchen. “So, coffee?” Virgil nodded using a chair to lift himself onto the counter, not trusting his arms or hip. Patton grabbed a glass and a pain pill before handing both to his brother. “30 minutes before your meal please.” Virgil rolled his eyes but took the pill and swallowed it down. Patton began on the batter, getting all the ingredients into the bowl before handing it to his brother. “I’m gonna call work on the landline.”

“What excuse you gonna use.”

“I’m deciding between ‘I’m sick’ or ‘fuck you and your contract hours, I got more important shit to do’. Which is more convincing?” Virgil laughed.

“That’s two dollars in the swear jar.”

“How many times have I forgiven you curses?”

“Me? Curse? I’m an angel.”

“No, you’re a pain in the behind.”

“Pattooooooon!” Patton shook his head and grabbed the landline.

“Mix,” he instructed before dialling the number and leaving the room. Virgil stuck his tongue out at his brother but began mixing.

“Alexa, play Patton’s breakfast tunes at volume 4 please.”

“Playing ‘Patton’s breakfast tunes’ on Spotify now,” The machine replied. ‘Dog Days Are Over’ by Florence + the machine began to play through the kitchen speakers. Virgil had just about combined the ingredients by the time Patton came back.

“Any troubles?”

“Nope, Jessie answered the phone, and he’s chill with anything. He said he'd called Katie and she could take my shift, I just had to take her shift next Tuesday but I definitely needed to be in tomorrow - something about a big meeting, ah well.” Patton said. “This looks nearly ready. Finish that off, imma just get the pan.” Patton walked away before noticing the clock. “Later than I thought,” He mumbled. Virgil looked at the clock. It was about half one.

“How long did I sleep for?”

“I went to wake you at like half twelve, so I guess the timing does make sense.” Virgil nodded, handing the mixed batter to his brother. The two silently made breakfast - well, Patton made breakfast, humming alone to his playlist, while Virgil watched before getting up and setting the table. He yawned again, the pain in his hip moving from a stabbing pain to a dull ache. He plopped down on his chair - the only chair with a cushion for times like these. Patton smiled, handing him his plate as the two tucked into their lunch. Virgil had tried to offer to clean up, but Patton insisted he stayed sitting.

“It hurts whether I stand, lay or sit,” Virgil said. “I might as well help.”

“It's okay, I can handle this.” Virgil sighed but moved to the sitting room, setting up Disney+ on the TV. “What are we watching?” Patton asked, returning to the sitting room.

“Princess and the Frog?” Patton giggled.

“You just wanna stare at Prince Naveen,” Patton teased, handing Virgil an ice pack.

“Well, duh,” Virgil said. “Also, the songs are awesome.”

“Can’t argue there.”

-x-

The credits rolled around 4 pm and Patton was napping on Virgil’s shoulder as Virgil had switched off the current move for Black Cauldron. Patton stirred awake slowly at around 5 pm.

“Oh shoot, what time is it?” Virgil looked up at the clock beside him.

“About 5 past 5.” Patton nodded before sitting up and stretching. “What has you so tired?”

“Stayed up watching Parks and Rec,” Patton said.

“Haven’t you memorised that show by now?”

“Just about-” The doorbell rang, causing Patton to pause. Confusion took over his face before he cursed.

“Damn it, I forgot I asked Logan to come over yesterday for dinner,” Patton said and this was followed by more intense doorbell ringing. Virgil groaned.

“And I was supposed to go to the movies with the twins and Janus!” They both looked at each other, debating whether to open the door before a key turned in the lock. “Logan has a key?!”

“No!” Patton said. “I just, uh, told him where the spare key was.” Virgil shook his head but soon the house filled with Janus, Remus and Roman, screaming and Virgil for not responding to their texts and Logan asking Patton if he was ready to go to dinner. The group entered the room, noticing the two boys' guilty faces.

“Uh, Lo, about tonight-”

“No Pat, you go, I can, uh, just watch a movie and order pizza,” Virgil said.

“Virge-”

“It’s fine pat, I’ll take another pill and-”

“Oh, is your hip acting up again?” Logan asked and Virgil’s face burned. He kinda maybe hadn’t told the others about his hip issues. In his defence, he hadn’t had a bad blow out in months and it usually only lasted for two to three months maybe twice a year. He was also good and hiding bad days but today was too bad to hide.

“Your... hip?” Roman asked, looking down to the melted ice pack. Patton looked at Virgil and quickly realised he hasn’t told them.

“Yeah, he’s got a bad bruise there!” Patton said, trying to cover for him.

“Oh, okay,” Roman said. Logan shook his head.

“No, this is the muscle issues caused by his childhood condition. Why are you lying Patton?” Logan asked. Virgil wanted to bury himself further into his hoodie but he couldn’t because that would involve moving his hips.

“Logan,” Patton said softly, taking the boys arm. “let’s go to the kitchen?”

“Oh no, I said something-”

“No, sweetheart, it's okay.” Patton took the melted ice pack, gave Virgil a look that said ‘call me if you get scared’, and gently guided Logan into the kitchen. There was silence in the room.

“So,” Janus said.

“What did Logan mean?”

“Funny story actually, so uh, I had this like... bone thing when I was and it meant I was in a lot of pain so I didn’t really walk, like, at all for a year. It went away which is good, but it means that because of that, my muscles are weak and just like, throw up a fuss a lot, so it’s sort of a bitch and there’s nothing I can do a lot of the time. On bad days, I just have to stay put and not move for as long as possible.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Janus asked and Virgil couldn’t meet his eyes, he just couldn’t.

“Uh well, with Patton, it just sometimes feels like it’s all we talk about and with you guys-” he gestures to where he thinks they’re standing "- It’s different. Because you didn’t know, you weren’t always asking me and while I love it when Pat does it, it makes me feel overwhelmed and like the only thing people see is this ‘poor kid’. I know it’s not an excuse, but it’s all I’ve got.”

“Well, if I’m honest, I’m not mad. I’m a little upset you didn’t trust us-”

“It’s not about trust. I trust you all with my life, but it’s... it’s different. I know you all wouldn’t see me differently but... I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like, I know, logically, it wouldn’t change anything, but there are days like these where I am not fun to be around and am in bad moods, and people take that personal. Or people think I’m lying because I could go nearly a year without my muscles getting inflamed. It’s not a constant pain, it’s more of a recurring problem with my muscles that gives me pain.” There was silence,

“I know you’re very anxious right now, but I hope you know you’re a dumbass,” Remus said. “What?! He is sometimes.”

“What Remus is trying to say-”

“I know what I said Jan,” Remus pointed out.

“Shut up, you loch ness monster,” Roman said.

“Okay, Prince Charming from Shrek,” Remus said.

“Very specific insult must’ve taken you months due to a lack of brain cells,” Roman quipped back.

“At least I haven’t got your face!”

“We’re twins-”

“I have a moustache-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’d like to see you try-”

“GUYS!” Janus said, shouting over the pair. “Ignore those two dumbasses, we know this is a scary thing so we’re - well, I’m not mad. I get why you didn’t say anything.”

“It’s like, the less I talk about it, the less I’m worried about it,” Virgil explained.

“Okay, now that I get,” Remus said.

“You’re a dunce,” Roman said, shaking his head. “But yes, hot topic, we’re not mad. Also, the movie we were going to see what awful, why did you let Janus pick?”

“Because it was my turn.”

“Well, who wants to watch a movie about cults?”

“For the love of god Remus, a ‘cult classic’ doesn’t mean an actual cult,” Janus said, holding his head in frustration.

“Sounds fake, but okay,” Remus said, trying to get a rouse out of the other two, who were staring at him dumbfounded. he winked at Virgil causing the boy to laugh.

“You are a dunce,” Virgil said.

“Noooo, don’t say that you have to love me!” Remus said, throwing himself (somewhat carefully) onto the emo.

“Get off me,” Virgil said, laughing. Patton reappeared with cups and soft drinks at that moment.

“Okay, since Logi-bear-” the twins giggled at the nickname, but were met with Logan’s glare behind Patton’s back “-was your ride, we figured we’d order pizza and watch movies here.”

“Sounds good,” they all said.

“As long as Virgil and Remus share a pizza. Virgil will want peppers and Remus will want pineapple and I was that kind of neggies vibes AWAY from me,” Roman said dramatically. Both boys giggled.

“That’s okay with us, princy.”

-x-

It was an hour later by the time their four pizzas arrived - Logan and Patton’s vegetarian, Janus and Roman with a chicken, pepperoni and mushrooms and finally with Virgil and Remus’ Hawaiian pizza with chicken and peppers. It wasn’t until they were all curled up (Logan resting his head on Patton’s shoulder, their hands intertwined, Roman with his head on Janus’ lap as the boy played with his hair and Virgil on Remus’ lap) and safe that Virgil let the relief and love that surrounded the room.

Yeah, he hated those days, but he loved his friends. He loved Patton, and Logan, because they had always felt like his parents. He loved Janus, who always knew the right thing to say, and Roman, who always knew the right thing to get Virgil out of his head, and Remus, who knew how to make him laugh so hard he forgets to breathe.

“Why have you got that dumb face?” Remus asked.

“My face isn’t dumb,” Virgil whispered back. Remus rolled his eyes. Virgil only smiled, letting the sleepiness catch up as he fell asleep.

Today wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Uh,, so this was my rant post and also a lil’ one shot i had. It’s based on personal experience, so if it’s confusing, sorry. I spend like a week on this lol, so enjoy!

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Hot for Teacher, Part 8.

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Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU (honestly tho is this even the right category anymore idk)

Pairing | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

Words | 14.2k (oops)

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | Thigh riding. Fingering. Swearing. Underage drinking. Oral/face fucking (both giving and receiving). MMF threesome. Touches of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Choking. Spanking. Orgasm denial.

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • More Coming Soon

Note | So apparently I really enjoy writing threesomes and I should maybe do that more often? Anyway, thank you as always for your never-ending patience while I take forever to update 🤗

You’re startled awake by a hand pinching your nose shut, your airflow temporarily halted by the interruption. It only takes a second for you to knock Wooseok’s hand away, and you frown. “What are you doing?”

“Your snoring woke me up,” he pinches your cheek endearingly.

“Shut up, I don’t snore.”

“Hate to break it to you, short stuff, but you do. Like a little pig.” Wooseok lifts the tip of his nose with his finger and starts snorting loudly, putting on his best pig impression.

You playfully smack his bare chest, laughing. “Stop! I don’t sound like that!”

He props himself up on an elbow as he teases you. “Is it too late for me to get you some of those nose strips for your birthday? I’m sure your roommate would appreciate it.”

In an exaggerated gesture, you roll your eyes. “I’ll hate you forever if you show up at the party tonight with a box of those things.”

“Hate me? Unlikely.” Wooseok curls his finger under the edge of the sheet that lays across your chest, and he slowly pulls it down until the fabric slips over your nipples. “I think I make you feel too good for you to ever hate me.”

You arch your back a little as his broad hand roams over your breasts. Neither of you had bothered getting dressed after your little romp in the sheets last night, and you were too tired to go home. You hadn’t really thought much about the implications of spending the night, but you don’t think either one of you minds waking up like this.

It was pretty unintentional that you even ended up over here last night, anyway. You were fully planning on just having a good night with the girls. It’s your birthday weekend, after all, and of course Nailah insisted on celebrating - never mind the fact that she’s throwing you an actual party tonight.

What you hadn’t expected was crossing paths with a certain dickhead professor. Sure, you had run into him the last time you went to Andy’s, but for some reason it didn’t occur to you that he might be there again. Maybe he’s a regular. You don’t know.

All you know is that by the time you strolled in, he was out there in the middle of the dance floor sucking face with some woman. It shouldn’t have bothered you because you’re basically over him, but it was enough to make yourself invisible for the rest of the night, even after you watched him leave by himself.

You’re basically doing the exact same thing as him, anyway, what with the way you showed up at Wooseok’s apartment last night looking for a good time. And now here you are, still naked in his bed, completely ready to get busy with him again.

You and Professor Yang have both moved on. That’s a good thing. You’re just not sure why you feel such a knot in your stomach.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside, you throw on a smile and return your focus to Wooseok. “You do make me feel good. And I want to feel good again.”

With a grin, he leans in, pinching your nipple roughly just to make you gasp. “Well then, allow me.”

Wooseok envelops you in his body heat as he pulls you in close, sliding one of his legs between yours to give you something to grind on. You don’t hesitate to kiss him hard, thrilled by the feeling of his already hardening cock resting on your stomach.

Your hips rock smoothly against his thigh as you get yourself all worked up. You’re already incredibly turned on, and you know his thigh is going to be drenched in your wetness in a matter of minutes. He seems to love how messy you get, though, so you don’t let yourself worry about it.

“I just wanna feel good,” you coo.

“Oh you’ll feel good, alright.” Wooseok’s hand travels up from your breast to your throat, pressing with his thumb and forefinger.

Your brows knit together blissfully as you keep grinding against him, almost immediately feeling lightheaded from his hand. You love that he's getting more adventurous with you, and you're more than willing to let him dominate you.

He releases his grip on your neck, careful not to constrict you for too long. He presses his thumb along your throat, and you dig your nails into his back as you keep rocking your hips.

His hand slips down your back, his full palm sliding over your round ass, his fingers gliding easily over your wet slit. He groans when he touches you, and you know he's amazed by just how wet you are.

"Touch me," you whisper, already desperate for his touch. "Please, touch me."

"Fuck," he moans, easily plunging two fingers into your starved pussy. "Is that what you want?"

"Mm," you hum, nodding your head. You tilt your hips to give him better access, but you keep grinding. You feel the familiar tight coil in your belly, each thrust of your hips inching you closer to the edge.

"Squeeze my fingers, baby," he murmurs. "Squeeze 'em tight, I know you can."

You bear down on his fingers with all of your might, a pleasured groan leaving you at the effort. And then you do it a second time.

"Perfect, baby, that's it." He pushes his fingers deeper into you in rhythm with your grinding.

You keep pulsing your pussy around his fingers, your hip movements becoming more and more sloppy as you continue. It's insane how quickly he gets you to the edge, but you're desperate for it.

You lean forward, biting his shoulder gently. Your moans get higher, and he knows exactly what that means.

"Come on my fingers, _____. Keep going until you come. Let me see it."

"Ah!" You moan sharply, a bolt of pleasure striking your core. You're so, so close…

Wooseok's voice gets gruffer, lower. "Fucking come for me, _____."

You squeeze his fingers again and again until your body takes over, your walls convulsing on their own as you're swept into an orgasm at full force. You're completely filled with sparkling electricity as you unravel in his arms, messily thrusting against Wooseok's thigh.

You can’t say anything for a minute, just panting as he holds you, his fingers still tucked inside of you. It's so peaceful and warm, and you just indulge in your pleasure for a moment until he presses a kiss to your hair.

"How was that?" Wooseok asks, chuckling.

"GREAT, it was great," you throw your head back, smiling widely. "I loved it."

"Me too. You're so hot."

You finally gain a little clarity, and you reach between your bodies and run your hand over the length of his cock. “You, too,” you whisper.

He lets out a groan as you make contact, and you wrap your fingers tightly around him, indulging in the way he fills up your hand. You need to return the favor.

“Let me suck your cock,” you sigh, suddenly desperate to feel him in your mouth.

He pulls back slightly to get a better look at you. “Fuck, like hell I would say no to that.”

You shoot him a sly smile. "Do you want to fuck my face?"

"I want to fuck every part of you, what kind of a question is that? Of course." He sits up a little. "Do you want me to?"

You just nod, grinning.

"Okay. Yeah, okay." He nods to himself. "Alright, yeah, let's do it."

"Are you nervous?" You ask, picking up on the subtle signs.

"Just excited." He grins.

"Good." You lay on your back, propping your head up with the pillow. "Let's do it, then."

"You are so fucking perfect, like some little sex goddess or some shit, oh my God." He sings your praises as he kneels over your chest, stroking his cock as he gets into position. "I'll go easy, but tap my leg if it's too much."

"Okay," you agree, thankful that he wants to be careful with you. You pick your head up a little. "Give me your cock."

"Fuck," he chuckles before tipping his cock down so the head meets your tongue. He groans as you lick him, swirling your tongue over the tip.

You cover his cock with kisses, sucking gently on the outside before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, waiting for him to enter.

Wooseok eagerly takes advantage of his commanding position, pressing his cock along your tongue as he enters your mouth. You can taste his sweet precum, and you don't know why it's taken you so long to blow him.

You close your lips around him and suck, absolutely loving Wooseok’s shaky breath. He pulls out and then slides back in, getting a feel for your mouth.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs as he thrusts shallowly.

You keep sucking, eyes flicking upward to meet his. He seems to have no trouble looking down at you, admiring the pure sin that you are beneath him. The direct eye contact is intimidating, but you keep it up as long as you can because you know how much he likes it.

You hold onto his thighs and he grabs a fistful of your hair, keeping your head still as his hips move. Wooseok’s cock completely fills your mouth, and honestly you just feel so happy to be able to take care of him this way.

“Fuck,” he groans. You can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his movements controlled, and you’re thankful for it. You’re not sure you can handle deep-throating. It’s already hard enough to breathe with his cock nearing the back of your throat with each thrust.

It’s fun to see how he reacts to your limited actions - you experiment with moving your tongue around, or sucking incredibly hard for just a second, and then completely relaxing your mouth. The slew of curses he lets loose tells you that he’s enjoying every second of it.

As he keeps thrusting into your mouth, you feel him get incredibly hard, and he hisses. “I’m so close, shit.” Then he suddenly pulls himself out, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?” You catch your breath and blink up at him owlishly.

“Iwannacomeinyourmouth,” Wooseok blurts out comically fast. “Can I? Please?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I want you to.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” He caresses your cheek for just a second before you open your mouth wide again, inviting him back in.

He fills your mouth again, and you cup his balls, massaging them gently. You know he’s close to the edge, and you want to help him as much as you can.

It’s not long before he’s rock solid and spilling into you, spurts of his cum coating your mouth and dripping down your throat. You swallow every last drop, sucking gently as he finishes.

Eventually he climbs off of you and collapses onto the bed next to you. “Was that okay? Did you like it?”

“I did!” You reassure him. “Seems like you did, too.”

He holds up a fist. “Fuckin’ solid, dude.”

With a laugh, you fist bump. “Fucking solid.”

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You climb out of the taxi at Nailah’s friend’s apartment building and somehow manage to wrangle the heavy box of who-knows-what that Nailah asked you to bring. It’s something for your birthday party, but you’re not sure what would be so goddamn heavy. It just got delivered an hour ago and Nailah insisted that the party could not go on if she didn’t have the contents of box, so here you are hand delivering the package.

You approach the front door and place the box on the ground as you try to figure out how to use the call box. You manage to pull up the directory, but you realize quite quickly that you don’t know the name of the person whose apartment you’re trying to get to. Unfortunately, the directory just cycles through names in alphabetical order and you’re unable to search by room number.

Right as you’re about to pull out your cell phone to call Nailah, someone walks up next to you with a key in hand. You look over at him, thankful that now you can just slip inside, and realize that it’s the bassist from jazz band.

Shinwon recognizes you in that moment, too. “Oh hey, _____. What are you doing here?” He laughs quietly.

“Hey,” you chuckle. “Just making a special delivery. Do you live here?”

“I do. Come on in.” Shinwon holds the door open for you, and you pick up the box to head inside. You thank him, and you both head in towards the stairs. “Are you okay to carry that? It looks heavy.”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” You try to hide your struggle, not wanting to inconvenience him. “Thanks.”

“Watch your step,” he warns you as you start your climb. “What floor are you headed to? I can get the door for you.”

“Just the second, not too far.”

“Oh, that’s my floor. Who’s the package for?”

“Well it’s for my roommate, but her friend lives here. They’re throwing me a birthday party here tonight and I’m in charge of delivering the decorations.”

“It’s your birthday? Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” you respond, not bothering to correct him. “Yeah, I told her I just wanted a small thing, but I have a feeling she’s just going to do it her way.”

“Friends are like that sometimes.” He chuckles, pulling open the door to the second floor.

As you emerge onto the second floor, the weight of the package is starting to make your arms incredibly tired. You ask, “Could you actually knock on the door for me? I’m going to two-oh-four.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “And the plot thickens. That’s my girlfriend’s room, actually.”

“Really? I don’t actually know her. Like I said, she’s my roommate’s friend. We just thought it would be better to throw a party somewhere else since we live on campus.”

“Yeah, definitely a good idea. What a small world.” Shinwon leads you to the room you’re looking for and knocks.

Nailah answers, stepping out into the hall and swiftly closing the door behind her so as not to spoil the surprise. “_____, you’re a godsend. And you found Shinwon!” She laughs as she recognizes the tall boy next to you.

“You know Shinwon?”

“Yeah, he’s dating Meka.”

Shinwon just looks at you and raises his eyebrows as if to say told you so.

“Cool, can you take this please?” Your arms are nearly shaking and you’re desperate to get the box out of your hands. Nailah grabs it from you, unfazed by its weight since she’s a muscled goddess who actually hits the gym regularly.

Shinwon takes this opportunity to back up and head down the hall. “Alright, ladies, have fun at the party, but don’t be too loud. Our neighbors get some kind of wicked pleasure from filing noise complaints.”

“Thanks for the heads-up!” Nailah calls after him.

“No problem. See you around. And happy birthday, _____!” He waves and reaches his own door, heading inside.

Nailah props the box on her hip. “Do you know Shinwon?”

“Yeah, he’s in the jazz band. He’s one of those ‘senior boys’ I went out to the jazz club with.”

“Hold, please.” Nailah cracks the door open and shouts inside, “Yo, Meka! Don’t Shinwon’s roommates play in the jazz band, too?”

A second later, Meka appears in the doorway. You recognize her as being the girl drummer that played with Shinwon, Yanan, and Changgu the night you went out with them. “Yeah, they’re all musicians. I play with them.”

“Yanan and Changgu?” You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles at you. “And you’re that pianist!”

“I am!” You laugh. “Hi, I’m _____. Nice to officially meet you.”

“Meka. You, too.” She nods.

Nailah claps her hands together, ready to move on. “Well we have a lot to do. Head home and start getting yourself cute. I know you take forever to get ready so you may as well start now.”

“That’s fair,” you concede, and then you have an idea. “Hey, do we have room for a few more invites?”

“Sure, who are you thinking?”

You look down the hall. “I mean, Shinwon’s cool, and so are his roommates. They could be fun to have around.”

“Look at you inviting the big boys to your party,” Nailah teases you. “Yeah, go right ahead. Lord knows the cake is big enough to feed an army.”

You roll your eyes. “This is so unnecessary.”

“But I love you, so I’m doing it anyway.” She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “See you tonight when this masterpiece is finally ready!”

Meka chimes in with a sing-song “Byeeee!”

Nailah pushes the box inside and they both disappear as you hop down the hall. You knock on the door, expecting Shinwon to answer, but instead Changgu appears.

“_____,” he seems bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, so funny story, actually,” you chuckle, awkwardly stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. “I’m having a birthday party down the hall at Meka’s place tonight, and I just ran into Shinwon, and then I found out you guys live here, and so… basically, if you’re not doing anything tonight, you guys are all welcome to come to my party. There’ll be food and music and booze…”

He cracks a smile. “Does this mean you’re old enough to legally drink now?”

You bite your lip before cracking a sheepish smile. For a moment you’re worried that he might actually be disappointed in you for disobeying the law or whatever, but it seems so arbitrary to you that you don’t care if it’s against the rules for you to drink. It’s just a little alcohol. “Well, no… that’s why we’re not having the party on campus.”

“We’ve all been there.” Changgu says, and it makes you feel better to know that he’s not weird about you being underage. “Yeah, I don’t think we had any concrete plans for tonight, so I’ll let the guys know. Probably ninety percent chance we’ll be there. I mean, I’ll be there, for sure.”

“Cool,” you giggle a little. “So I’ll see you tonight, then.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He smiles and closes the door.

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“Shinhye!” You squeal when you see your best friend in the lobby of your dorm. She’s got a fistful of balloons and a sign that reads BIRTHDAY GIRL, like she’s a cute little chauffeur or something. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up.” She smiles broadly as you approach her. “Well, technically I’m getting us a taxi, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to your own party by yourself.”

“Don’t you think the balloons are a little much?”

She shrugs. “I thought it was a nice touch.”

You throw your arms around her, hugging her tightly. “You’re too sweet.”

She giggles and squeezes you back. “Only for you.”

When you pull away, you realize what she’s wearing. Her black top, pleated skirt, and fishnets are surprisingly edgy but super cute… and then she tops it all off with Nailah’s bomber jacket. “That’s Nailah’s jacket, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, she let me borrow it.” Shinhye nudges her round glasses further up her nose. “She said it would look good with my outfit. Don’t you think so?”

“I do.” You try not to frown as you compliment her. You’ve been noticing how overbearing Nailah can be around her, but you’ve held your tongue so you don’t stir up any issues. But now you feel like you need to say something. As the two of you head out to hail a taxi, you say, “I know she can be a little much sometimes. And she seems to… I think she’s pretty fond of you. And I just want you to know that you can say no if she’s making you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? What do you mean?” She looks a little bewildered, sticking her arm out to call a taxi over.

“Well… I mean, I know that she’s gay and you’re not, and she’s been really flirty with you lately.”

“Oh.” Shinhye’s face starts to redden, but she brushes you off with a small wave and a laugh. “No, she’s totally fine. It doesn’t bother me.”

The taxi stops in front of you, and you get in first, scooting all the way to the other side of the back seat. Shinhye climbs in with all of her balloons and gives the driver Meka’s address before you continue the conversation.

“Just don’t let her bother you. I know it can be awkward to feel like you’re being pursued by someone you’re not into.” You try to give her some advice. “And at the same time, just try to be honest with her. Don’t lead her-”

“I said it’s fine,” Shinhye cuts you off. She doesn’t raise her voice, but you can tell her demeanor has changed into one that’s more serious. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay.” You soften, thinking you might have overstepped your boundaries. “I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

Shinhye quietly looks down for a moment, and then she fishes something out of her jacket pocket, ready to change the subject. “I brought this for you and you can’t say no this time.”

She hands you the Birthday Girl sash she tried to get you to wear on Tuesday, and you laugh. “Yeah, I guess I don’t have an excuse anymore.”

“Nope. Professor Yang can’t save you this time.” She giggles.

With a smile, you throw the sash on and blurt, “Yeah, thank God he won’t be around tonight.”

She squints at you skeptically. “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about last night…”

Shinhye was out with you at Andy’s last night when you crossed paths with Professor Yang. Even though you didn’t interact with him, she had definitely noticed you watching him seduce that other woman.

“What’s that look for?” She had asked, noting the way you vigorously chewed your lower lip.

You hadn’t realized how obvious you were being. “It’s nothing.”

Too late. “Is that Professor Yang?” Snicker. “Man, he looks like a good kisser.”

Your blood boiled and your stomach twisted as you watched him kiss her. It’s absolutely insane that you would get so jealous, especially considering the fact that you had been hooking up with Wooseok. You had no grounds for jealousy.

Shinhye couldn’t ignore the way you stared. “You actually have a thing for him, don’t you?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why do you look like you want to strangle him?”

You didn’t answer her and just downed the rest of your drink before excusing yourself. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Come on,” she frowned. “Talk to me.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” You threw on a fake smile before speeding off to the bathroom. And when you returned, he and the woman were both gone, and Shinhye didn’t bring it up again.

So now that you’ve slipped up and brought the conversation back to last night’s events, you know you can’t avoid it. There’s no bathroom for you to run off to this time. Luckily you’re able to think up an excuse somewhat quickly. “I was just a little on edge last night because last time I ran into him at Andy’s he kicked me out.” Not technically the truth, but also not a total lie.

“What? When did that happen?”

“I don’t know, it was a little while ago. He knows I’m underage and he thought it was his duty to send me home.”

“Rude,” she scoffs. “I’m sure he had a fake ID at one time, too.”

“Right? So I just didn’t want him to see us again, because he would have tried to ruin our night.”

She nods. “I get that. You should have just said so.”

“I know.” You sigh, not even attempting to create an excuse for yourself. “But whatever, it’s just going to be us tonight, so we’ll have plenty of fun.”

“You’ve got that right!”

Eventually you pull up at Meka’s place, and Shinhye buzzes up to the apartment, announcing that “the package has arrived.” And when you get upstairs, you’re completely blown away.

The sound of live jazz music drifts from the living room and Wooseok greets you at the door, scooping you into a giant hug and carrying you into the room. “Birthday girl is here!”

“Put me down!” You gently hit him in the back with your fists, laughing, and then he sets you down.

He pinches your cheeks hard. “Happy Birthday, short stuff.”

“Thank you,” you chuckle, swatting away his hands.

Yuto just offers you a smile and a nod, and then Kino is next, greeting you with a much calmer hug. But before he can say anything, Nailah swoops in, draping an arm over your shoulder and gesturing to her handiwork.

“So what do you think?”

That’s when you allow yourself a moment to look around and, as expected, Nailah has truly outdone herself.

You’re amazed by the magical atmosphere she’s created. Pastel pink and yellow streamers hang in loops along the edges of countertops, and twinkle lights hang from the exposed beams running along the ceiling. Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan are all set up in the corner with their instruments, playing some soft jazz to set the mood. There’s a tripod set up in one corner of the living room with a gold, sparkly backdrop hanging in front of an exposed-brick wall, and a table with props for funny pictures. Balloons are everywhere - floating in the air, filling up the floor, tied to chairs and tables.

There’s a huge Happy Birthday! banner, a gigantic ‘20’-shaped balloon, an insane amount of booze…

And then there is an absolutely massive birthday cake sitting on the kitchen counter, painted with pretty yellow icing.

“Nailah!” You nearly tear up. “This is insane! Why’d you do all of this?”

“Because I love you!” She pulls you into a hug. “Happy Birthday, _____.”

When Nailah lets you go, she introduces you to Meka’s roommates, Tess and Avery, who are also in attendance since this is their home. They’re both very warm and welcoming, and you thank them for letting you use their space.

“Don’t even worry about it,” Avery dismisses your thanks. “We don’t mind at all. We’re always happy to host.”

“Especially since you’ve brought some cute friends along,” Tess adds quietly, her cheeks turning pink.

Nailah laughs. “Tess, you fall too easily. Who’s caught your eye this time?”

“The tall one. The one that carried her in.” Tess covers her mouth with her hand. It’s adorable how she seems so eager to talk about him, yet so embarrassed.

“Wooseok?” You offer a name, and she nods. Even though you’ve got a thing going on with him, you know that you don’t have any sort of claim over him. It makes you feel a little uneasy for some reason, but you encourage her. “You should go talk to him. He’s super easy to get along with and he’ll probably just chat your ear off.”

She makes some kind of noise that can only be described as hnnnngggg, and then says. “I don’t think I can do that.”

Avery chimes in, “Drink a little more and then maybe you can.”

“Speaking of drinks…” Kino slips into the conversation with a full glass in each hand. He holds one out to you. “A beverage for the birthday girl.”

“Thank you!” You take it from him. “What is it?”

“Just some Soju and Sprite, nothing fancy.” He explains as you take a sip, and then he turns to Nailah and the others. “Mind if I steal her?”

“Nope, go have fun.” Nailah shoos you away, and Kino loops his arm in yours to pull you into the living room.

“_____, you didn’t tell me that half of the jazz band was going to be here.” He laughs. “How did that happen?”

“So as it turns out, I sort of know them? And also they live down the hall, apparently.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Remember the time I spent the night at your place? How I had been out drinking? I was with them.”

Kino thinks for a moment. “I thought you were with Wooseok?”

Shoot, you must not have given him the full story. Your cheeks heat up a little as you explain. “I was, but that was after I got home from hanging out with the jazz band boys.”

“Got it,” he confirms. “I just can’t keep up with your whirlwind of a life sometimes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grin and take a big sip of your drink. Kino just laughs.

You look over at the boys (and Meka) as they perform, and Changgu meets your gaze. He lowers his head as if to tip his hat at you - even though he’s not wearing a hat - with a soft, warm smile on his lips. You return the smile, fully aware of the way the subtle exchange affects your pulse.

This night is for you. You’ve accepted that you’ve entered a bit of a hoe phase, and you really just want to flirt with anything that breathes. You’re embracing your freedom as a single woman. It doesn’t matter what has happened between you and Professor Yang, or what’s currently happening between you and Wooseok. Nothing is tying you down and you just want to enjoy yourself.

Besides, you and Wooseok agreed that there would be no feelings involved. So you just have to trust that he’s not going to be jealous. And even if he is jealous, that’s not really your problem. The two of you aren’t exclusive in any sense of the word.

Though things have gotten pretty flirty between you and Kino recently, ever since the dance showcase you attended. And yeah, you have to actively suppress the desire to hold his hand right now. He’s the one person that you think should be off-limits to your hoeing. It’s just more complicated with him because he’s one of your best friends, and you’re positive that things would get weird between the two of you if you allow any kind of sexual tension to build.

Especially because you, like, really want to hold his hand right now and you have no idea where that feeling is coming from.

The band wraps up their song, and you clap for them. “Kino, do you want to say hi?”

“Stop, you’re making it sound like they’re celebrities or something,” he chuckles. “But yes, I do.”

The two of you walk over to the seniors, and you pop on your flirtatious smile. “You know you guys are supposed to be guests, right? I didn’t invite you just to be the entertainment for the night.”

“Oh, we know,” Changgu responds. “We just thought we’d surprise you with a little music, but we won’t spend the whole night behind our instruments.”

“Good,” you giggle. “By the way - Changgu, Yanan, Shinwon, Meka - this is my friend, Kino. He’s in the R&B Ensemble with me and he also has a deep appreciation for the jazz band.”

“Hey,” Kino greets them with a wave. “You all sound really good.”

“Thanks,” Changgu smiles. “We were actually thinking about going to the R&B Ensemble showcase. The week after Thanksgiving, right?”

You glance over to see that Yanan’s been looking at you, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking darkly. You grin.

Kino nods. “Yeah, you should come! You’ll see Wooseok and Yuto there, too.” He points to the two boys sitting on the couch, chatting with Shinhye. “They’re in the rhythm section with _____.”

Shinwon rests his upright bass on the floor. “Well if you’ve got half the group here, why don’t you play a little something for us?”

That pulls your attention from Yanan. “That could be fun, actually.” You murmur. “What do you think, Kino?”

“Yeah, I’d be down.”

“Do you mind us using your instruments?” You ask the boys, and they say they don’t care. So you call over Wooseok and Yuto. You introduce everyone to each other, and then you discuss what to play. “Do you guys all have ‘Treasure’ memorized, since that’s Kino’s solo? Otherwise we could improvise something.”

“‘Treasure’ works for me,” Wooseok confirms. “Might be kind of weird with this thing, though,” he says, gesturing to the cajon. Meka doesn’t have a full drum set in her apartment, just a single box drum that’s much more suited for acoustic music.

“Yeah, and the acoustic bass would give it a different sound, too.” Yuto agrees.

Kino offers a suggestion. “What about ‘If I Ain’t Got You?’ I know it’s not my solo, but I know it well and it would suit the instruments we have better.”

The other boys nod, and you agree that that’s a good idea. “Is the original key okay for you?”

He shrugs. “I’ll make it work.”

“Perfect.” With that, you take your seat, and the others get situated at their instruments. You peek back at Wooseok, and he counts you off just like he does in rehearsal.

You begin with your soft descending arpeggios, trying to balance the volume of the electric keyboard with Wooseok’s gentle drumming and Yuto’s quiet plucking.

And then Kino comes in with his warm, mellow voice.

“Some people live for the fortune, Some people live just for the fame. Some people live for the power, yeah… Some people live just to play the game.”

You hadn’t realized how beautifully the low notes would resonate in his chest. Usually he sings in a higher register for the ensemble, but now you’re thinking he was truly robbed of the opportunity to show off his gorgeous range.

“Some people think that the physical things define what’s within. And I’ve been there before, but that life’s a bore, So full of the superficial.”

His vocals climb, but he keeps it smooth and gentle. You can tell he’s also aware of the different atmosphere this set of instruments creates, and he’s tailoring his performance to this specific sound.

“Some people want it all, But I don’t want nothin’ at all If it ain’t you baby, If I ain’t got you baby.”

Kino’s sweet falsetto comes out as he goes for the highest part of the chorus, and it stirs something in you. Christ, you’ve somehow forgotten how beautiful his voice is.

He looks over at you as he continues the chorus.

“Some people want diamond rings, Some just want everything. But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, yeah.”

...did he mean to direct that at you? Or is he just performing?

You turn your gaze to your hands and try to focus on the chords you’re playing. Maybe you’re not ready to know the answer to that.

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As the night goes on and everyone continues to drink, you eventually break away from the real instruments and hook up the karaoke machine Nailah had bought just for tonight (which, coincidentally, was in the heavy-ass box she made you drop off earlier).

You get the first round of karaoke since you’re the birthday girl, and you apologize to everyone for your poor vocals before gracing them with the sound of your out-of-tune voice. But you’ve had just enough to drink that you’re now sitting blissfully in that zone where all you want to do is sing, no matter how bad you sound.

After your song, you plop down onto the couch next to Wooseok and let Nailah take the mic. He easily throws his arm over your shoulders.

“Heyyyy, cutie,” he drawls.

You giggle, but squirm out from under his arm. You don’t mind being a little flirty in front of everyone, but he seems pretty drunk and you’re worried he’ll take it too far. “Hey, Woo.”

“Good job up there.”

“Did I do okay?”

“Nah, it was pretty terrible, but you stuck it out like a champ.” Wooseok just looks at you solemnly, and you burst out laughing.

“Sounds about right.”

“Have I ever told you that I like making music with you?” He leans in. “It’s fun to play together.”

“I like it, too.” You pat his leg but otherwise keep your hands to yourself. “I always have fun with you.”

“Yeah you do,” Wooseok smirks.

“Shush,” you quietly scold him.

Just then, Yanan takes the empty cushion next to you. “Mind if I join?”

“Go ahead,” you murmur, noticing his intense eye contact again.

“I made you a drink.” He hands you a glass. “Old Fashioned, just as you like.”

“You remembered.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise. The last time you saw him was at Andy’s, where you ordered an Old Fashioned. “I’m impressed.”

“It’s easy to remember when a lady leaves a good impression,” he murmurs. You hold his eye contact for a beat longer than you should, trying to decipher what it is he’s trying to achieve. Yanan winks at you before focusing on Nailah’s performance, and you feel wholly flustered.

Your friends all take turns performing, and you’re absolutely positive that you’re the worst singer in the room. You don’t mind it, though.

After a while you make a rule that all of the songs need to be danceable - no ballads allowed because you just need to get on your feet and dance. You feel too good to be sitting and listening to music.

You dance to your heart’s content, bouncing around to various partners with each song. Shinhye, Nailah, and Wooseok each get a turn, and you’re not sure if you’re extra clingy with Wooseok because of your relationship with him, or because you’re getting more tipsy as the night goes on.

It doesn’t take long for you to overheat with all of the dancing you’re doing, so you step out onto the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. It’s mid-November so it’s definitely pretty chilly outside, but it’s exactly what you need to dry up some of the sweat that’s gathered on your back from dancing.

You can still hear the music from the karaoke machine, and you can’t help but bop your head to the music as you lean on the balcony’s railing, looking down at the alley that separates the apartment building from the small backyards of the houses across the way. It’s really too bad there’s not a nice view out here, but since it’s a second floor apartment on the far west side of town, you don’t really have much chance of being able to see any skyscrapers from here.

The balcony door opens, and Kino steps out to join you. “Partied out already?” He asks, a cute smile on his face.

“Not even close,” you smile back. “Just need to cool off for a sec.”

He stands next to you, also leaning on the railing as he sips his drink. “Sounds like you’re having fun, then?”

“Yeah.” You prop your chin on your hand. “I’m having a ton of fun. I’m really lucky to have such great friends.”

It nearly starts to make you emotional when you think about how much you really appreciate your friends. Even if you haven’t been completely honest about everything going on in your life, you’ve always felt loved and supported by your friends. What did you do to deserve so many amazing people in your life?

Before you get too choked up, you’re distracted by a change in song as someone else takes up the microphone. You immediately recognize the new song, ‘P.Y.T.’ by Michael Jackson, and you start humming along.

“This is a good one,” you muse, bopping your head to the beat.

“It is,” Kino agrees. He quietly starts to sing along, and eventually neither one of you can resist the urge to dance. The beat is too infectious. He holds out a hand, which you take, and he sings softly as he spins you and dips you.

It’s been a while since you’ve partner-danced with someone, but he takes the lead, pulling you close and rocking to the beat. You just let him guide your movements, and you giggle as you sing the song together.

He looks at you sweetly as he sings, “I want to love you…”

“P.Y.T!”

“Pretty young thing…”

“P.Y.T!”

Kino laughs with you every time you insert your little P.Y.T., and it’s so much fun just goofing off with him.

And then too soon the song is over and a new one begins, but you stand there frozen hand-in-hand. He squeezes your hand as his eyes scour your face, and your heart pounds deep in your chest. You absolutely adore this boy, and you’re overwhelmed by the urge to tell him.

“You’re so wonderful,” you start. “You’re one of my best friends and you’ve kept me sane this whole semester, and I love hanging out with you, and I just feel like I need you to know that I’m always gonna love you no matter what, and you’re just one of my favorite people. I’m just so happy that I got to know you and I hope that nothing ever happens to us because that would make me so sad.” You ramble, and before you know it, your vision is blurry with tears. He’s just been such a great friend and you know you don’t tell him that enough.

Kino cups your face, eyes wide as he wipes away a stray tear that falls down your cheek. “No, don’t cry! Nothing’s going to happen to us. Don’t worry about that. Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad,” you sniff. “I’m happy that you’re in my life.”

“I am, too.” With a warm smile, he pulls you into a hug. You listen to his heartbeat, the heat from his chest radiating onto your cheek. You almost don’t notice the cold air beginning to sink into your bones from standing outside without a jacket for so long. As he holds you, he quietly asks, “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.” You love all of your friends. What kind of a question is that?

You feel him press a kiss into your hair, and he takes a deep breath.

He lets you go, and you notice the way he tilts your face upwards. You close your eyes and give him a sweet smile to show him how happy you are. And when you open your eyes again, you see the pink in his cheeks and the warmth in his eyes.

Maybe he’s drunk. You know you’re well on your way. Or maybe it’s because of something else that you can’t quite fathom at the moment.

Whatever the reason, Kino kisses you.

You’re wholly unprepared for the softness of his lips as they press against yours, for the gentleness of his hand as it supports the back of your neck. You’re startled by the butterflies in your stomach, the racing of your heart.

This is not what you expected… but it is pretty nice.

Without thinking about the implications - you’re too inebriated to process all of that right now - you kiss him back. You let your hands tug on his sweater, let your tongue slide across his lips. You’re acting purely on instinct, just letting your body do whatever it wants. And damn, you love a good makeout.

You kiss him until you hear the door to the balcony open, the sound startling you both enough to make you jump away from each other. Nailah pokes her head out, clearly looking for you.

“Oh,” she says, immediately realizing what was just happening. “Sorry, my bad. Um, we’re going to cut the cake soon, so just come back in whenever you’re ready and we’ll get started.” With a sheepish grin, she slips back into the apartment.

Kino’s cheeks are bright red, but he looks over to you anyway, no matter how embarrassed he might be. He offers up another sweet smile.

And then it hits you - you were just kissing Kino.

But he’s your best friend, you don’t like him that way… do you?

Now you’re not so sure.

“I… think we should get back inside,” you mumble, and you don’t look up at him or wait for a response before heading in.

Dear God, you just can’t get anything right. You probably shouldn’t have done that, and all you can think is that you just need another drink. If you can pretend that didn’t just happen, then maybe you can still have fun tonight. You don’t want to worry about consequences.

Nailah sees you enter and decides it’s time to make a speech. She pauses the karaoke machine and takes the microphone from Yuto. “_____, my sweetheart of a roommate, tonight is a celebration of you. You’re talented, kind, hot as hell-”

Wooseok hollers in agreement from across the room, and you force out a laugh, still generally confused about what happened on the balcony.

Nailah continues, “And we’re all lucky to be your friends. Love you, boo.”

“I love youuu!” You run up and hug her tightly, suddenly feeling teary again. Then, in a tipsy attempt at damage control, you take the microphone to share your own piece. “I’m so grateful to have you all in my life, and I love each and every one of you. I love my friends, all of you. I’m just overflowing with love, specifically for my friends. I love you all the same.”

You try not to look at Kino as Nailah takes the microphone back, saying, “Oooh, someone gets a bit emotional after she’s gotten a few drinks in her. We all love you too, sweetie. Now let’s have cake!”

Shinhye brings you the first slice, a single candle standing on top. You’re serenaded with ‘Happy Birthday,’ you blow out your candle, and you take the first bite before everyone else gets their own slice. And damn it’s some good cake.

But all of that still isn’t enough to distract you from Kino’s kiss.

You just keep thinking about his lips, his hands, his soothing voice. The weirdest thing about it is that it didn’t feel wrong. You’ve always expected that if you got close with someone the way you’re close with Kino, that they’d feel like a sibling to you and any kind of intimacy would feel weird.

But it wasn’t like kissing a sibling. It was just Kino.

The party picks back up after people finish their cake, and you’re looking for the next distraction when Kino comes up to you.

“It’s getting pretty late, so I think I’m gonna head out,” he says simply. “Don’t want to be stuck on the train with all the crazies, you know.”

It’s a valid excuse. It’s just after midnight, and the train can get a little dangerous at night if you’re not careful. But it just doesn’t sit right with you. “Are you sure?”

Kino nods. “How are you getting home tonight?”

“I’ll probably get a taxi with Nailah.”

“That’s a good idea. Just be careful, okay? I’ll see you Monday.”

You just nod, and then he’s gone.

God, why does everything feel so terrible?

You look elsewhere in the room and see Wooseok on the couch again with Tessa sitting very closely beside him. She must have finally worked up the courage to talk to him, and just as you expected he seems really open to chatting with her.

It’s not a big deal. You even told her that she should do it. So why does it make your stomach turn?

You’re sobering up, and you don’t like it. You want to go back to having fun like you were half an hour ago! This is your party, after all. It’s your night.

Time for another drink.

You hurry into the kitchen, where you find Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan all converging.

“There she is,” Yanan coos when he sees you step in.

“Heyy,” you throw on a smile. “Anyone wanna do shots with me?”

“If that’s what the birthday girl wants,” Yanan nods.

“I’m down,” Changgu agrees.

Meka brushes off the invitation. “Shinwon and I aren’t drinking tonight. Someone has to keep this party under control.”

Shinwon doesn’t let his sobriety stop him from encouraging bad behavior, though. He starts quietly chanting, “Body shots! Body shots!”

Changgu laughs at him and then looks at you. “You want to?”

You look between him and Yanan. You’ve never done a body shot before, but you’re fully aware of how sexual in nature they are.

This is your night. You’re allowed to have fun. After everything with Kino, you feel better about being a little risque with these boys than you do with one of your closest friends. You have less to lose in this situation.

Okay, yep - you really need a drink. You’re thinking about this far too rationally.

“Yeah,” you smile slyly. “Let’s do body shots!”

Changgu rifles through the booze on the counter to get the necessary supplies - salt, tequila, and a lime. As he searches for a knife to cut the lime, you turn to Yanan.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, hoping you don’t seem too nervous.

“It’s simple, sweetheart. I’ll go first.” He grabs the salt from Changgu. “I’m going to put the salt on your neck, so tilt your head to the side.”

You do as you’re told, and Yanan cradles your head as you tip. He leans in and licks a stripe along the side of your neck, making your blood boil in the best way. He tells you to stay there and he sprinkles the salt along the wet spot.

“Then this goes in your mouth.” He grabs a freshly-cut lime wedge and places it between your teeth. Changgu hands him a plastic shot glass filled with tequila. “And this goes… right here.” Yanan tucks the shot between your breasts. “It goes salt, shot, lime. Ready?”

You nod carefully, not wanting to lose the shot down the front of your shirt.

“Okay.” Yanan raises an eyebrow seductively as he holds his hands behind his back. He leans in, licking up the salt in a luxurious way, then he lowers his face to your chest to grab the shot from between your tits. He drops the plastic cup to the ground, a serious look on his face as he goes in for the lime. His lips brush yours as he takes it from you, biting down and sucking on the wedge to cut the burn of the tequila.

Shinwon and Meka cheer, clearly enjoying the show.

Changgu laughs at them, and then focuses on you. “My turn. Unless you want to go next.”

“No, you go ahead.” You encourage him.

He puts his salt on the other side of your neck, nestles another shot between your breasts, another lime wedge between your lips. Your pulse picks up as he goes through the motions to take his shot.

Changgu doesn’t just lick up his salt - he sucks lightly on your neck. He tosses back the shot with ease, and his gaze locks firmly on your mouth as he leans in for the lime. You feel his tongue glide over your lower lip before he grabs the lime and pulls away, a surprisingly confident smirk forming on his face.

When Changgu is finished, Yanan continues directing. “Why don’t you do your shot with Changgu? I think he’d enjoy that an awful lot.”

You see Changgu roll his eyes as Yanan teases him. “Like you wouldn’t,” he bites back.

You turn to Changgu. You figure that his neck is probably a safe bet since that’s what he did for you, but you’d be lying if you said your eyes weren’t immediately drawn to his collar bone. You pull open the collar of his button-down, running your finger along the dip above his collar bone. “How about I put the salt here?”

“That’s perfect.” Changgu unbuttons another button to pull his shirt open wider, and he holds it open for you. “Go ahead, then.”

You shake some salt into your palm and then lean in to lick his collar bone. It feels incredibly intimate, but you love the thrill of it. Then you pinch the salt in your palm and sprinkle it onto the wet spot, just like he did. “And the shot? You don’t have boobs,” you laugh.

“In the waistband of my pants.” His ears are noticeably red, and you think it’s cute that he’s seemed so confident this whole time even though he’s a little flustered.

“Makes sense.” You pour the shot and tuck it into his pants, and then you pull Yanan over, too, placing the lime in his mouth. “No reason why you can’t both be involved. Ready?”

They both nod just as you did, and you start the ritual. You hold onto Changgu’s arm as you lick up the salt sensually, and your hands clasp his hips as you try for the shot, tossing it back sloppily. Then you pull Yanan’s face down to yours so you can reach the lime, your cheeks burning when your lips touch.

When you pull away, Yanan’s eyes firmly lock onto yours for the millionth time tonight. Something about his gaze makes it seem like he just wants to devour you, and you honestly think you might let him if he makes the right moves.

Meka breaks the tension, commenting, “You’re not supposed to use your hands, but that was still hot.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” you laugh, realizing that you meant to hold your hands behind your back. You look away from Yanan and glance at Changgu, whose gaze is much more encouraging.

“That was fun, right?” Changgu smiles warmly. You nod, cheeks growing warm from the alcohol - and possibly also because of the attractive boys standing in front of you.

Yanan turns back to the couple. “Shinwon, are you staying over here with Meka tonight?”

Shinwon nods curtly. “Yeah, I probably will.”

Meka chimes in, “You better. Let’s go make sure everyone else is doing alright.” She pulls him out of the kitchen to return to the party, and you’re left alone with Yanan and Changgu.

“So, _____,” Yanan gets your attention. “Changgu’s been wondering if you’re seeing someone and if that’s why you haven’t called him.”

Changgu immediately smacks him in the chest. “Come on, it’s not like that. You’re the one who won’t shut up about her.”

Yanan confidently smiles at you. “Guilty. So what’s the deal, sweetheart?”

For a moment, Wooseok pops into your head, but you remind yourself for the zillionth time that you’re not in a relationship. Your tongue is loose from the liquor and you openly respond, “I’m not really interested in dating anyone right now but I apparently have some pretty loose morals when it comes to other things.”

“Is that so…” Yanan murmurs as he eyes you, not a shy bone in his body. “I have to admit, though, I’m disappointed that you never called.” He turns back to Changgu. “You gave her my number, right?”

“Of course I did.”

You do remember getting his number from Changgu, but you’re not actually sure that it ever made it to your phone. “Sorry, I think I might have misplaced it.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.” Yanan holds his hand out. “Phone.”

You hand it over without question, unlocking it so he can enter his phone number. Once he’s saved the contact, he calls himself so that he has your number, too. Then he hands it back.

“There. All better.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. He’s so confident and forward in his flirting, and it has been a long time since someone so comfortably spoke to you that way. It makes you feel nervous, but in an exciting way.

Then Yanan whispers something to Changgu, and Changgu looks at you before responding under his breath.

You might be a little drunk, but you’re not stupid. You can tell that they’re up to something, and it’s very possible that you’re willing to play along. “Clearly you have something in mind, so just say it.”

Yanan accepts your challenge and takes a step closer to you, asserting his dominance. “We want to bring you back to our place and get you out of those clothes.”

“We?” You quietly ask, pulse buzzing at the thought. “Both of you?”

“We like to share from time to time. Isn’t that right, Changgu?” He looks back at the dark-haired boy who nods.

Changgu adds, “It’s all just for fun. We wouldn’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

A grin spreads across your lips. A threesome with Yanan and Changgu? Are you really allowed to have such a delicacy? Your insides bubble with anticipation as you nod your head. “One more round of shots and then let’s fucking do it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Changgu chuckles, and the three of you down one more shot of tequila.

After you toss your plastic cup in the trash, Yanan grabs your hand to lead you out. You stop him, though, suddenly remembering why you’re all here. “Wait, it’s my birthday party. Can I just leave like this?”

“It’s your party. You can do whatever you want,” Yanan reassures you.

“You’re right,” you giggle. You have enough presence of mind to give someone a heads-up before you disappear, though. “Just a sec.”

You take your hand back and strut over to Nailah and Shinhye, who are closely chatting with each other. “LADIES,” you announce yourself. “I’m gonna go get laid down the hall.”

Nailah immediately raises her eyebrows. “One of Shinwon’s roommates?”

“Both of ‘em,” you grin wildly.

“What?!” Shinhye blurts disbelievingly. “Who? Where are they?”

“The tall blonde and brunette over there,” you point towards the hallway that leads to the front door, where your two boys stand. Shinhye’s jaw drops.

“Oh my God, you’re crazy,” Nailah laughs. “Go have fun. Take your phone with you just in case you need anything.”

“Yes, mom.” You kiss her on the cheek, and then give Shinhye a peck, too. “Love you guys.”

With that, you depart, grabbing both Yanan and Changgu by the hand on your way out.

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Their apartment is exactly what you expected it to be - clean and well-decorated with masculine features. It’s totally a wealthy-bachelor style room, and you’re not sure if they’re actually made of money or if they just like to give that appearance.

Changgu stops in the kitchen to get you a glass of water and Yanan brings you to the couch, sitting you down. When Changgu joins you, it all feels like a bit of an interrogation.

“What are your boundaries?” Changgu asks. “What do you want to do and what’s off limits?”

You’ve never been asked so bluntly before and it catches you a little off guard. “Oh. Um…” Your eyes bounce between the two boys, and you realize that this is your chance to speak out loud everything you imagine doing with them - although, admittedly, this is definitely your first time fantasizing about either one of them. “I want to blow both of you, and I want you to go down on me. And then I want each of you to fuck me senseless.”

They both smile at your boldness. Yanan encourages you to continue. “What else, sweetheart?”

Your pulse shoots up. “I like that pet name. A lot. I like making out, too. And gentle biting is good. Don’t make me bleed. Um, and I don’t deep throat and anal is a no-go.”

Changgu nods. “What are your thoughts on being choked? Spanked?”

“Both are good,” you respond, smiling, even though you don’t have too much experience with either. “If that’s what you’re into.”

“It depends on the mood.” He quirks an eyebrow. “But you said you wanted to be fucked senseless, so it seems like getting rough might be fun for you.”

You giggle quietly. “Just don’t beat me up or call me names.”

“Never.” Changgu coos gently, and he moves to join you on the couch, picking up your water glass and lifting it to your lips. “Here, drink some.”

You let him feed you the water, the simple gesture warming you to your core. You get the distinct feeling that these boys really are going to look after you tonight, and that’s incredibly comforting. It makes you feel even more relaxed and ready.

“And a safe word, sweetheart?” Yanan speaks up. “Just so you know you can freely change your mind at any point and we’ll respect your decision.”

You think for a moment. You’ve never had to choose a safe word before, so you don’t already have one in mind.

“If you don’t have a go-to, we frequently use ‘red.’ Like a stoplight.” Changgu offers.

Nodding, you agree to that word choice. “That works for me.”

Yanan sits back in his arm chair. “Changgu, why don’t you get her warmed up, if we’re all ready?”

“Are you ready?” Changgu asks you.

“Yes, I’m so ready.”

“Remember, you’re our priority tonight.” Changgu murmurs lowly, returning the glass of water to the coffee table. “We’re going to take care of you.”

His fingertips, chilled from the glass, brush over your neck and he cups your face, sweetly pulling you toward him until your lips meet. He doesn’t hide his passion, eagerly kissing you over and over.

You grip his thigh, kind of in awe at the fact that you’re even here about to have a threesome with Changgu and Yanan. It just seems so unreal.

You’re more than ready to get down to business, so your hands work quickly at the buttons of his shirt. He lets you pull the fabric down over his arms before he goes for your shirt, lifting the flimsy fabric up over your head to expose your bra.

“Let’s show Yanan,” he murmurs as he takes your hand, guiding you to stand up. He pulls you in front of him so your back faces him and you’re looking directly at Yanan, who’s still seated in the arm chair with a pleased expression.

Changgu unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you so your chest is on full display. Yanan’s eyes immediately drop to your tits, and it feels delicious to be looked at this way. Changgu’s hands trace over your arms and breasts, and you feel his lips at your ear as he caresses you. He bites down on your earlobe and tugs, sending a deep shiver down your spine. “Do you like that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, and you reach a hand behind you in search of the hardening length that’s pressing against you through layers of jeans. When you find his bulge, you press your palm against it. “Do you like that?”

His breaths flutter across your neck. “Yes, sweetheart, that’s good.”

“Yanan,” you address the blonde. “Do you like what you see?”

He smiles. “You look good, sweetheart.”

“That’s right,” Changgu murmurs in your ear, one of his hands coming up to your throat. He squeezes gently, just barely giving you a lightheaded rush as his other hand reaches for the button of your jeans. He unfastens it and then says to you, “Take them off.”

You grin and shimmy out of your pants, intentionally leaving your thong on so that Changgu might give you another order. Once you kick your jeans off to the side, your hand returns to his bulge, which has grown even harder.

“You are gorgeous,” Yanan shakes his head in disbelief, and you can see that he’s getting hard, too.

“Why don’t you touch yourself?” You ask, encouraging him to find some pleasure. Meanwhile, Changgu’s hands cup your breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipples softly. Your breath catches in your throat as you’re filled with pleasure. “I love that, pinch harder.”

Changgu does as you ask, rolling your nipples roughly between his fingers, and Yanan takes your suggestion, too, palming himself over his jeans as he watches. Changgu’s mouth explores your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin and drawing soft moans from you.

You squeeze Changgu’s length, fully hard and straining against his jeans, and he growls. One of his hands abandons your breast to cup your sex as he rolls his hips against you, and you moan a little louder at the pressure of his palm against your clit. You rock small circles into his hand, desperate for pleasure.

“Changgu, give her more. She’s working too hard for it.” Yanan encourages Changgu.

The hand that cups you now comes up to your mouth. “Wet my fingers,” Changgu orders.

You eagerly comply, taking two of his fingers into your mouth and running your tongue over them, sucking to earn yourself some shaky breathing from Changgu. He indulges for a moment before pulling his fingers out and diving his hand down into your thong.

His wet fingers graze gently over your folds, careful not to target your clit too soon. And when they finally land on your most sensitive spot, you let out a pleasured gasp.

“Yes, that’s perfect! Oh my God…”

Your eyes flutter shut as you take in everything he’s doing to you with his mouth and hands, and you open your eyes just in time to see Yanan unfastening his belt. You’re filled with anticipation as he starts to undress, pulling his pants and boxer briefs off to reveal his dick. It springs upwards, completely hard and beautiful in his hand as he strokes it.

You absolutely love that he’s getting off on watching you get off. You hadn’t realized until now, but it’s possible that you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you.

As Changgu rubs sweet circles into your clit, you reach behind you with both hands to set him free from his pants, too. He pauses his ministrations to help pull off his skinny jeans, and then next thing you know you’ve got his naked cock in your hands.

At this point, Yanan finally leaves his seat to come join you. He tilts your head up to kiss you as you wrap one hand around his cock, jacking off both boys simultaneously. His hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples just as Changgu had done.

It’s absolutely, positively blissful to have so many hands on your body. You’re incredibly stimulated by all of the touch and it’s all so perfect.

Then Yanan drops to his knees in front of you, peppering your stomach and thighs with kisses. He wets just one finger in his mouth, and then pulls your thong off to the side to discover your slit. Changgu’s still working on your clit as Yanan gently presses a finger inside of you.

It’s only one finger, but you feel damn near ready to explode.

“Feel good?” Yanan asks you as Changgu returns a hand to your throat.

“Yes I feel amazing,” you confirm. “Please don’t stop.”

Yanan bites your thigh and then looks up at you. “Do you want me to eat you out now?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” That sounds like an amazing change of plans. “Yes, please.”

Almost immediately, Changgu retracts his hand to reclaim your nipple, and Yanan tugs your thong off once and for all. And then, in a matter of seconds, Yanan’s warm tongue presses against your clit.

You moan loudly at the sensation, especially once he starts circling and flicking. His finger still gently buries itself inside of you, and you’re once again shocked by the powerful sensations that can be caused by four hands and two mouths.

The rush of blood and adrenaline from Yanan’s mouth causes your knees to grow weak, and you start to find that you have a difficult time holding yourself up while he works on you.

Changgu notices your struggle. “Let’s move to a bedroom to get more comfortable.”

With a kiss to your clit, Yanan releases you and stands, pulling off his shirt in the process. “How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Great,” you chime, feeling a little drowsy from the alcohol but definitely still horny as hell.

Changgu leads you by the hand into what you presume must be his bedroom, due to the stack of piano books piled on the floor where his keyboard usually sits - you can see indents in the carpet from the weight of the keyboard on its stand. Other than that, his room looks like any other boy’s room.

Changgu closes the blinds and turns on a bedside lamp, letting the gentle light fill the room instead of turning on the bright overhead light. Yanan follows you in with your glass of water, placing it on Changgu’s dresser.

“Lie down on your back,” Yanan instructs you. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

You do as he asks, letting your head hang off the edge of the bed as he settles between your legs. You reach out to Changgu as Yanan starts licking and fingering you, and you breathily tell him, “I wanna suck your cock.”

Changgu seems more than willing to give you his cock, and you’re soon pulling it into your mouth, sucking hard and encouraging him to fuck your face. You have to admit that it’s probably one of the sloppier blow jobs you’ve given, but only because you’re so fucking distracted by all of the amazing things Yanan is doing to your pussy. It’s so hard not to focus on the way he’s gently sucking your clit and fucking you with two fingers.

But you give it your best shot, swirling your tongue and sucking Changgu’s cock like you mean it, moaning with nearly every move Yanan makes. One of your hands cards through Yanan’s hair and the other interlocks fingers with Changgu.

You feel yourself getting close, and you grip Yanan’s hair to let him know. Small pulses of ecstasy pump through you as you near an orgasm, and right when you think you’re about to break, he stops.

At first you think maybe he just didn’t pick up on your signals, but as you pull Changgu’s cock out of your mouth, Yanan bites your thigh and says, “Not yet, sweetheart.”

He knew. He fucking knew you were close. He’s just playing with you, teasing you with the hope of an orgasm and then tearing it away.

“Yanan! I was so close!” You lecture him, furrowing your brow as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“I know. And I said, not yet. You’ll get your orgasm. Don’t worry.” He climbs off of the bed and walks to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, and tossing them both to Changgu. “Do you want Changgu’s cock?”

You nod eagerly, basically over the whole orgasm denial the second you realize you’re about to be fucked. You tilt your head back to look up at Changgu and throw on your most innocent smile. “Will you fuck me, Changgu? Please?”

“Fuck, yes.” Changgu tears open the condom packet and rolls the rubber over his length before coating it in lube. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

You do as he says, sticking your ass up in the air for him.

“You look so good,” he coos, his hands running over your round ass. And then he spanks you - it’s gentle, but still stings slightly, and you feel the way your ass jiggles from the impact.

“Do it again,” you murmur without thinking.

So he does. He spanks you twice more, each one a little firmer than the last. And you absolutely love it.

It makes sense that you’d be into spanking, given how much you love having your nipples pinched. Just a little bit of pain seems to really work for you.

You feel the tip of his length drag along your slit, your pulse racing as he finally presses into you, his full length disappearing into your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as he starts to roll his hips, sliding luxuriously in and out of you. Christ, he feels amazing.

When you look up again, you see Yanan handling himself as he watches. And as hot as it is, you would prefer to have him involved at the moment.

“Get over here,” you motion for him to get onto the bed. “Let me blow you.”

“You’re not gonna bite me after that stunt I pulled?” He grins mischievously.

“Of course not.”

He seems to trust you, lying down on the bed perpendicular to you so he can still have a good view. Plus, as you soon find out, he’s able to easily reach your most sensitive spots from this angle.

Yanan’s cock is a little bit thicker than Changgu’s, but you’re able to adjust your mouth to his size quickly. Yanan lovingly drags his nails across your back as you suck on him, his silent way of appreciating your work.

Changgu, on the other hand, groans as he thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening as he snaps into you. You didn’t expect him to be the more vocal of the two, but it’s hot as hell.

Yanan’s hand eventually ventures towards your clit, and you moan deeply around his cock when he makes contact. The pleasure of his fingers paired with the pleasure from Changgu’s thrusting drives you absolutely wild.

You have to give up on the blowjob because you’re panting so hard. You stroke him with one hand while you slowly fall apart, and you manage to get out one plea: “Please let me come this time. I want to come.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” With just a few words, Yanan eases your concerns.

Changgu moans as your pussy squeezes him, gearing up for an orgasm. “God, you feel so good.”

"Keep going, please keep going…" You nearly squeak as you beg both of them to continue exactly what they're doing. You press back into Changgu, and then your whole body tenses up before you suddenly break.

The most stunningly intense orgasm washes over you, and you cry out at the sheer power of it. Your toes curl and your eyebrows pinch together and your mouth hangs open. Both boys slow their movements as you finish, giving you just enough to go all the way without painfully overstimulating you.

Changgu pulls out and you collapse to the bed with a giggle. That felt fucking amazing.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Changgu asks, leaning onto the bed to hover over you as you lie on your back.

"So fucking good," you coo, and you grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, and he enthusiastically returns each kiss. You remind yourself that the night isn't over, and honestly it's not hard to convince yourself to keep going. You want to give yourself the fullest experience with these boys.

You reach down and pull off the condom Changgu wears so that you can stroke him better. Your pussy needs a break, but you've still got two hands and a mouth.

When he breaks the kiss, Yanan gives you some more of your water, and then the three of you rearrange yourselves on the bed so that you're all sitting against the headboard with you in the middle. You help yourself to a cock in each hand, and Changgu and Yanan stroke your thighs, stomach, and breasts while you get ready for more.

It's like something out of a dream, getting to look to your right and see Changgu biting his lip, or to look to your left and see Yanan's deep gaze. Changgu is just dripping sex and Yanan is so passionately engaged. With how much charm and confidence he normally oozes, you're pleasantly surprised by how connected you feel to him.

In a matter of minutes you feel ready to go, and you know exactly what you want. "Yanan, I think it's your turn to put on a condom. And Changgu, why don't you help me with the lube?"

They both do as you suggest. As Yanan opens another condom, Changgu's long fingers spread lube over your folds. Once you're all ready to go, you climb onto Yanan's lap.

With very little effort, you slide down onto his cock. You lean back to give him the best view of your pussy surrounding his cock. "Just sit back and watch."

As you ride him, you motion for Changgu to come closer. You give Yanan a long look before making out with Changgu, all the while riding his thick cock.

The two of you exchange sloppy kisses, your fingers pinching your nipples as he reaches down to rub your clit. It's a lot of different sensations and you have to think a little hard to keep up with everything, but it's worth it. You love knowing you can give Yanan such a show. You're confident he'll be dreaming of this for a while.

Changgu's lips start to travel down your neck, to your collarbone, to your breast. He bites the soft skin, pinching you deliciously, and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, biting it and holding it in place as you bounce. The tugging and pinching drives you mad, and suddenly you're completely aware of the way Yanan's cock has been subtly stroking your g-spot this whole time.

You feel the build up of an incredibly wet orgasm, and you slow your movements. "I… I might squirt."

"Don't be shy," Yanan coos. "Let me see it, then."

Changgu just sucks harshly on your nipple, and you take that to be his enthusiastic approval.

With Yanan's hands gripping your hips, you start moving again, and you focus just on the feeling of his cock. You think of nothing else except squeezing him, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of you, pressing into you and filling your pussy.

And then you explode.

For the second time tonight you're overcome with ecstasy, but this time is way messier. You pull off of Yanan as you squirt on his cock and thighs. And dear Lord, the look on Yanan's face…

He looks like he wants to devour you. Like he could swallow you whole.

“Do you like it?” You murmur.

“I do, sweetheart.” Yanan practically growls. “I like it very much.”

You lift yourself up, sliding back down onto his cock after quickly recovering from your orgasm. As you start to ride him again, you lean over him so your tits brush against his chest, your lips hovering just above his as you whisper, “I do, too.”

Yanan grabs your face, crashing his lips into yours as you both rock your hips. Your tongues play with each kiss, your bodies moving perfectly in sync with each other.

Changgu’s hand massages your ass cheek, and you’re elated at the thought that another spank is coming. You pull away from Yanan just enough to say, “Do it, Changgu.” You need to feel that delicious sting again.

And then he spanks you.

It’s hard this time, nothing held back. You cry out, your walls tightly clenching around Yanan’s cock at the impact. That finally draws a moan from Yanan and sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your core.

That was fucking perfect.

“Again,” you command, and you bite down on your lip when Changgu delivers another smack.

Yanan’s fingers dig hard into your hips, and you can tell he’s getting close. “Let me see you,” he groans, urging you to sit up.

You straighten up and give it all you’ve got. Yeah, your thighs are starting to get tired from lifting and dropping, but you’ve got a cock to ride and you’re not going to stop until he comes.

His eyes skim over your body, eventually fixing on the way your pussy swallows his cock with every movement. You watch as his abdominal muscles contract, and you know he’s only moments away from coming.

“Fill up my pussy, Yanan.” The lewd words spill from you in the heat of the moment, even though you’re aware that the condom he wears will stop him from actually filling you with his cum. It’s just fun to imagine.

Yanan doesn’t respond, he just flicks his eyes upward to meet yours. You’re both breathing heavy and he uses his grip on your hips to help you move faster. His mouth opens slightly, his brow furrows, and then he finally breaks eye contact as his eyes squeeze shut and he spills into the condom with a series of quiet moans.

He smiles warmly as he settles, his long fingers dragging up and down your back. “You did well, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, giving yourself a second to rest before climbing off of him.

Changgu has been sitting patiently near you, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. “Still feeling alright?” He asks as you turn your attention to him.

You nod with a wide smile. “I’m feeling great. And I’ll feel even better once you’re fucking me again.”

He smirks, and Yanan haphazardly tosses him another condom. As he rolls it on and slathers lube on his cock, you lie down on your back next to Yanan. Your legs are so tired and you just need a break from holding yourself up for a little bit.

You reach out to him with grabby hands, your legs spread wide and your eyelashes fluttering. “Come fuck me.”

“I will,” he laughs at your impatience. Changgu grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and folds it in half before sliding it under your ass, lifting your lower half to give himself a better angle. You feel him start to line up his cock with your entrance, and you look over to Yanan, wanting to feel his gaze on you again.

Of course, Yanan is already watching you. He holds your gaze as Changgu presses into you, lowering himself over you and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to thrust. Changgu’s teeth dig into your neck as he bites you, and Yanan’s fingers interlace with your own.

You are so wonderfully fulfilled by the two of them, with the passion of Changgu’s movements and the sweetness of Yanan’s touch. You’re simultaneously grounded and lighter than air, overflowing with all kinds of endorphins to keep you feeling good.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you focus on everything your body feels. Changgu’s cock brushes all of the right places, his chest rubs against your nipples, and his mouth is relentless on your neck and earlobes. The strands of his hair are soft between your fingers. You squeeze Yanan’s hand with your own, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

Instead of trying to push yourself into another orgasm, which you might be able to do if you put in the effort, you decide to just enjoy the feeling of being attended to, of sharing this experience with Changgu and Yanan and letting yourself fully indulge in your freedom.

Changgu breathes heavily as he picks up his pace, pounding into you with everything he’s got. You tug on his hair and he groans, nipping at the skin of your shoulder.

“I’m going to come soon,” he pants, and you press a kiss to his cheek.

“I want it,” you coo. “I want you to come.”

And then he looks at you - really looks at you - and he smiles. And he’s kind of beautiful, actually.

Then without any warning, he aggressively starts snapping into you with a speed that nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head. Changgu fucks you senseless, just like you had asked him to.

You struggle to keep it together, but it’s not long until Changgu breaks, sweet moans coming from him as he orgasms with a few long thrusts.

He takes a moment to come down, pressing sweet kisses along your jaw and throat, and you ruffle his dark hair. Eventually he pulls away from you, pulling off the full condom with a satisfied smile.

“Still good?” He asks.

“I feel perfect.” You smile.

Changgu then glances over at Yanan, peeking at his crotch before laughing. “Why am I not surprised?”

You look at Yanan too and find that he’s completely hard again. Yanan comfortably responds, “It’s hot watching you two.”

The boys’ attention returns to you. Changgu’s hand comes to rest on your thigh as he says, “If you’re up for any more, we certainly don’t need to stop now.”

“How late is it?” You ask, having totally lost track of time since coming over. “Do we need to get back to the party?”

“Not necessarily,” Yanan responds. “Like we said, tonight is your night. You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Changgu adds, “And if you want to stay with us a bit longer, you’re also welcome to spend the night. We have room for you, and frankly it might be better for you to sleep here. I’m positive we’ll make it so that you’re too worn out to leave.” He ends with a devilish smile.

“It wouldn’t be weird for me to stay the night?”

“Not at all. Our guests crash here all the time.” Changgu caresses your thighs. “This isn’t a typical one-night-stand. Like I said, we’re going to take care of you while you’re here.”

You weigh your options - you could stay here and possibly crank out another orgasm or two while having sex with not one but two gorgeous seniors, or you could go back to your party and pretend like you wouldn’t rather be over here.

The answer is simple.

“Let me text my friend not to wait up.” You grin. “And then I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

NOTICE: Part 9 coming Saturday, July 11th

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