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[dietmountaindewb8by]

Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone. 

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat. 

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you. 

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum. 

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level. 

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

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[princessleechan]

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 30 + [BONUS 18+ WRITTEN SCENE]

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📌chapter tags: MDNI, SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, written scene under cute (2.6k w.c.) smut tags under cut off, lost friends, mystery mornings, and heart been broke so many times i....

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Warning: Virgin sex, awkward sex, fingering, banter

Although things go according to plan, nothing prepared you for the events that would transpire the rest of that night.

You don't expect to find comfort in the person you've been bickering with for the better half of the last few months, and you can say the same about finding him drowning in his heartbroken sobs. His typical snarky demeanor decidedly gives way to a gentler, more subdued tone. It speaks volumes, underscoring that beneath even the fiercest of faces lies a simple, human vulnerability.

"Sorry, this is the first place I could think of. I just wanted to get out there."

Chan's apartment is cozy; fit for two people–barely–and has everything you could possibly need. The bare essentials like dish soap and nothing more.

Heading straight for the kitchen sink, Chan lets the faucet run, capturing the cold stream in his cupped hands. His damp palms collide against his face, washing away the evidence of his anguish. His fingers rip through his hair, locks clumping together in damp ropes; heartache radiating through the quiet space.

"It's alright. I wouldn't have been able to provide somewhere good either. Head's kind of all over the place," you respond, softly chuckling.

He turns towards you, cheekbones glistening under the play of water and fluorescent lighting. His lips curve into a subtle smile, a sight that retains its beauty amid the unfolding turn of events. "I get the feeling."

"It's funny," You muse, absentmindedly surveying the intricate details of his residence, each corner telling a story of his history living here. "We hardly see each other in person, having only ever texted, and now I'm in your apartment."

"Yeah? I guess it's kind of funny. Funnier than the shit we saw today."

The image briefly flashes in your mind before you dismiss it, shaking your head like an etch-a-sketch. "I’m surprised you saw that. Yeah, um, that could've gone better. Things got a bit theatrical because of it."

"I liked it," Chan shrugs, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter, "He got what he deserved and I stand by that."

"You would," you jest, slowly approaching him. "Haru must really have a hold on you."

He reveals a bittersweet smile. "Yeah, she does."

"Damn, things are really messed up," you express in disbelief. "What’ll happen now? We return to our normal lives and pretend this didn’t happen while Seungcheol’s in shambles?"

"Well," he responds, pushing off from the marble surface and shuffling into the living room. "I always figure Haru will eventually see the truth that he was just some guy not cut out for her. Show her that the guy meant for her is closer than you think, you know? Me."

"And then Jun…"

His chin jerks as you approach him. "It's never been me. No matter how many times I’ve tried convincing her. And I was so sure it’d turn around this time."

"I thought Jun and I would have something," you fiddle with your fingers, "I didn't know how off I was. Like I never even had a chance."

Chan shakes his head in disbelief. "How did things end up like this? Feels like we're stuck in some bad romantic comedy where everyone's paired up with the wrong person."

You shrug, "I wish I knew."

"To think that we were the ones who could have benefited the most from this, only for it to fail, huh?"

"We're a pathetic pair, aren't we?" You laugh bitterly.

He echoes your laughter. "Yeah…"

At that moment, your eyes exchange a blend of empathy, a silent understanding of the disappointment you both are consumed by in that moment; an unspoken acknowledgment of how awry your lives have become.

"It's crazy that he met someone like you," he admits, avoiding your eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're beautiful," he looks up, his gaze sincere. "Even before all the scheming. It's surprising Jun didn't try to approach you first."

Heat creeps against your cheeks, flustered by his honesty. "Maybe that would've changed things, hmm?"

"Maybe," he smiles. "I'm sorry things didn't go as planned… and I'm sorry that I blew up on you before."

You shake your head, a mixture of understanding and regret in your expression. "You didn't mean it. We were both hurt and devastated… I suppose I projected that onto Seungcheol when I had the chance."

"And it's amazing, the best expression I see on his face. He looked human for once," he adds with a light-hearted chuckle.

"Still, I feel a little bad. Maybe I was kind of harsh. I was just so…"

"Frustrated? That everything you worked towards didn’t go exactly how you want?"

"Yeah. I admit that my feelings right now are a little jumbled up, but I still really like him.."

"Maybe this was a sign for both of us to move different paths. Do something we otherwise wouldn’t do to…get over this?"

You tilt your head curiously. "Do you think we can actually do that?"

“I think you can.” He shrugs, crossing his arms. "I, on the other hand, might take some time."

You extend an open palm toward him. "Shake on it? That we’ll move forward from this."

Chuckling at the ridiculous offer, he reaches out and accepts your hand, fingers curling around yours with a gentle, reassuring grip. The warmth of your hand melds seamlessly with his own, sending a subtle shiver down your spine. You notice how his palm envelops your slightly smaller one, a natural alignment that feels surprisingly right.

When you look up, a subconscious voice prods you with questions threatening the gravity of this premature pact. And all of a sudden, things escalate from there in the blink of an eye. You could never explain how your mouth ends up on his; too lost in the softness of his lips to wonder how it can feel so natural.

For a fleeting moment, Chan snaps out of his trance, distancing himself with his hands planted on your shoulders. His eyes search for answers, blinking frantically as if committing sin for the first time. "W-What are you doing?"

"I-I don't know. I thought maybe this is what you had meant?"

"No, not exactly, but—"

"Do you not want to? Did I make it weird?"

"No, I–,” he pauses to think, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. “I've never had someone kiss me like that before. I'm not really sure how to process it."

"Well, you can reject me, and I can move on?" you tease, tension thick in the atmosphere.

He shakes his head with parted lips, rapidly closing the space between you with sudden determination. “Instead…”

His mouth meets yours cautiously before chasing after your pace; hands finding your body eagerly, cataloging your figure for the first time. The coolness of your exposed skin registers beneath his fingertips, palms gliding across your soft curves.

You lean into him, softly moaning as your lips part open, and you taste his experimentation. When your hand finds the wet tips of his hair, you comb through from behind, deepening your union before stumbling backward into the single sofa.

Before you could clumsily fall backward, Chan claims your hip to pull you out of the way, only to clutch you like a personal vice. You're startled, releasing from him momentarily to read his intentions, and instead finding him dazed and disoriented.

“Wait, what are we doing?” You ask sincerely, catching your breath.

Chan ponders your question slowly and a metaphorical lightbulb flashes above his head before he blurts out, “I’m a virgin!”

Your eyes slightly widen, taken back by the words coming from his lips. “I didn’t mean—I mean me too, but you probably figured that out.”

His eyes grow as big as saucers. “I don’t know why I said that, that’s not probably what this was—“

“It can be,” you look down, batting your eyes, “If that’s what you wanted?”

“Is that what you wanted?”

You look back up, gulping down a lump in your throat. “I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Are you sure? Swapping virginities?”

You groan. “Swapping—god, what are you in? High school?”

“It’s a serious question,” he answers defensively, “I don’t wanna be—I don’t wanna put you in a position that makes you uncomfortable. It should be something we both want.”

You nod gingerly, “I want to.”

“Really?”

“Mmh-hmm.”

He squints at you. “You haven’t been drinking—“

“No I haven’t,” you interject, irritation simmering beneath your reply from all the questions.

“So we’re really doing this? And you don’t think you’ll back down?”

His shirt wrinkles in your hold, forcing him to meet your eyes as you assert, “We deserve this more than anyone.”

You feel like a pair of sloppy sexually deprived teenagers.

Everything feels new the moment you enter his bedroom, glued to one another like flies in a sugar trap. Clumsily, Chan manages to tug off his shirt and press his bare, taut torso against you; every inch of his skin blistering against your own.

You gasp as he crowds you onto the bed with the simple maneuvering of his lips, urging you to lower yourself into the comfort of his worn-in scent in his sheets. He crawls over you, arms bracketing your figure and backing you up against the bed frame before he escapes your liplock. You finally look at him; sweat kissing his forehead, pink heat covering his entire body, and his erection almost bursting at the seams of his jeans.

You’ve never seen one so close before, unable to look away from its bold presence. Chan instinctively lowers his hands, blocking your view. The pink travels up to his ears and cheeks, lips quivering as he warns, “You’re staring.”

You swallow your nerves, “Well, you know. I’m…taking it all in.”

Chan snorts with amused laughter.

You roll your eyes, “Stop it.”

“You walked into that all on your own.”

“Just do the damn thing already.”

Chan’s moments of shock continue to expand. “You want it already? You don’t want, like, foreplay or anything?”

“I don’t know! I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s just make sure you’re wet enough. So uh, do I have permission to undress you?”

You feign a semblance of confidence, hoping to mask the underlying apprehension. “Y-yeah, whatever.”

He leans in to reach for the zipper on the back of your top, gradually sliding it down. The cool touch of the metal ghosts along your spine, sending shivers cascading through your entire body. Holding on to your gaze, you watch as he finishes laying you bare and tosses the articles of clothing aside. Chan takes his time marveling, noting every blemish and curve, retaining it to his memory bank and he grins. “You really are beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you huff before kicking him gently.

He laughs into your lips before moving on to your bottoms and slipping the fabric down past your legs. You can tell his gaze shifts facing you only in your underwear, like crossing foreign territory, Chan seems hesitant to tread lines. “You’ll tell me if somethings wrong, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay, I’m going in now.”

“Alright.”

His hand lingers to the height of his chest. “Here I go, with my fingers—oh do you give me consent—“

“Yes! I give you consent. Just please hurry up.” You wince. “I’m nervous enough as is, but I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Finally, his hands make it underneath your underwear, finding your wet fold immediately.

You quietly gasp, “Oh, well that’s really new.”

He looks back up at you curiously. “If I fuck up—“

“I’ll tell you,” you reassure.

“Right. Okay.” Chan says more to himself than you.

He presses two fingers against your slit, letting them sink in soak in your arousal. His gaze fills with anticipation as he watches your reaction each pass of his fingers discovering more and more. His digits move deeper inside, softly stroking you and massaging fluttering walls, earning a small squeak you attempt to silence with your fist.

“Did that hurt?”

You shake your head furiously.

“Then it felt good?”

A nod.

He gives a relieved smile. “Good.”

His thumb strokes above your heat, somehow finding the thing so many people joke about being impossible to locate, and Chan did. Out of all men.

The back of your head knocks against his bed frame, suppressing your moans behind closed lips.

“You like that too?” He asks, circling around the raised flesh.

You nod again more gingerly. “Yes…”

“Am I moving slow enough?”

“You can move faster…”

“Faster?”

“Mmh…”

“Okay.”

It takes some time before Chan finds a comfortable pace, but once he reaches it, you grow limp under his touch. Your eyes flutter in response, small gasps leaving you. You continue to shyly guide him. Faster, harder, deeper. And finally—

“Oh gosh,” you twist the sheets underneath you, “that’s so good, keep going.”

He does as you ask, moving at your desired tempo. You writhe uncontrollably, hips bucking to chase his fingers. Nothing could stop the expressions between your lips, calling his name without meaning to while heat festered all over your body. Pride blooms within him and he's determined to see you through.

His efforts are rewarded when he feels you clench around his fingers. As excitement fuels him, he lets his last thrusts penetrate the deepest they’ve gone, and he hears what a climax sounds like for the first time in person.

You distance yourself with an empty kick, taking in the overwhelming sensations before you letting yourself continue. “Chan, oh my god…”

“Was that…did I—“

“Yes, you idiot,” You move quickly, grabbing him by the back of his neck to reconnect, and dress down until there's nothing between you.

Your bodies become a singular system, forging an invisible bond.

His hand wraps around his exposed cock, generously stroking himself to grow bigger, harder, thick enough to assure your satisfaction. Bigger is always better, right?

“That hurts a little bit…” you resound honestly.

The tip of Chan’s cock hardly makes himself known at your entrance, adjusting to your untouched heat stretched around his size. He gently pulls out, rubbing the condom-covered tip against your dripping slit.

“Sorry.”

“It’s a good pain,” You clarify, “Just take it slow.”

“Okay.”

Gradually, Chan divulges deeper with your permission, hearing the bliss of your moans as you part way and give in to his length. You clutch his arm, steadying yourself with short breaths, counting the beat of your heart.

“It hurts?” He asks, eyes brimming with concern.

“I want it to move inside me.”

Chan swallows, forcing his attention back on the task at hand, stretching you out as he rolls his hips. He moans at your walls clenching around him, absorbed in the embrace that made him longingly ache for more.

You softly whimper, rolling your head back and accepting him, tensing up your lower body. “Mmh-hmm, so that’s what it feels like…”

“It’s good?”

“It’s the start of good.”

He scoffs, not too impressed by half-compliment. “Thanks?”

“W-we’re getting there. Are you ok?” You chuckle, feeling his length wedge deeper in your walls.

“I’m nervous, honestly,” He says, writhing. “But you feel really good.”

“So do you.”

Lowering down, he connects your lips with his smile, moving languidly as he rocks inside you. Your legs border his sides, claiming his shoulders and pressing yourself closer to him. Sighs slip between kisses with each desperate grind against his hips, pushing him deeper. The curve of your back harshens, fitting into his figure and taking every snap of his hips. The pad of your fingers digs into his flesh as you buck into him, his soft words of praise whispering into every liplock.

The end is blurred between shattered expectations and unspoken mourning. Between the sheets of his bed you connect again and again in hope to chase away the pain.

Navigating the realm of intimacy for the first time was expected to be awkward, and, in some ways, it was. However, with Chan, someone you find more like-minded than originally anticipated, a sense of comfort that alleviated the untamed anxious thoughts. You realize it’s what you needed these past couple of months.

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[softpascalito]

Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Five

Collaring - Oberyn Martell/F!Reader

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned.

Relationships: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

WC: 2050

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Content, Established Relationship, Collars, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort, Oral S*x

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notes: hi babes! todays piece is my man oberyn! i hope you enjoy him as much as i do <3

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The sun was already low, the many plants and rich fruits of the watergardens glistening in the last rays of the day. You took a deep breath, the scent of flowers immediately flowing into your nostrils as you let your gaze wander over the line of trees in front of you, all complete with sets of flowers around them.

Soft footsteps alerted you to the fact that you were no longer alone in the peaceful space you had found, sitting on the small stone bench as you did almost every evening, reflecting the day.

Your gaze was still taking in the flowers when the man stopped next to you and spoke in a low voice.

“Walk with me?” He asked softly and you smiled a bit at the sound. It was just as lovely to your ears as the scents of the gardens were to your nose.

Oberyn extended his arm and you finally met his gaze, allowing him to lead you through the small paths that slung through the many colors of the gardens.

The sun was shining onto your back, creating a warmth that matched the one you felt inside. Your dress flowed in the gentle breeze, the colorful strings of it moving behind you as you walked and intertwining with the edges of the shawl that Oberyn was wearing, casually draped around his shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed.

When you had first met him, his bold, yellow robes had impressed you and while you still admired them, admired all the detailed suns and the expensive fabrics they were made out of, you now preferred the man in his comfortable clothes, the ones he wore after rising in the morning or before going to bed at night. 

Both times, which he usually spent in your company.

He had matched the beautifully patterned shawl to some loose, light pants that barely covered him, the small trail of hair that led to his lower regions quite visible above them.

“I could spend hours here. Just looking at the plants and the water-” You mumbled absentmindedly, still enamored with the beauty of both Dorne and the watergardens.

Oberyn however, was fascinated with a completely different kind of beauty as he kept his eyes on you, wandering between your face and your body, taking in each inch of the soft, exposed skin and each detail of the dress he longed to rip off of you.

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, just walking about. When the sun finally got too low to reach the depths of the gardens and he saw a shiver run over your body, he smiled gently, ”I have something for you.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. ”What is it?” But he shook his head as he started leading you to your shared quarters.

“Is it new clothes? Or those sweets from Essos?” He just smirked. ”It is something sweet, in a way.”

It took you a moment to notice the teasing tone in his voice. 

”Oh, that kind of sweet?” His smirk all but confirmed it and you lightly slapped his arm.

When you reached the bedroom that was still flooded with the evening light, Oberyn quickly moved over to the table and took a small velvet pillow from it. He turned towards you, holding it out for you to see and your eyes widened a little as you took in the sight in front of you.

On the smooth velvet rested a small collar, richly detailed with golden thread and a large sun in the front, that glistened in the evening sun. All around were fine, golden chains that moved like water as Oberyn held the pillow. The details matched those on his thick, golden necklace and the significance and care of the gift was not lost on you.

He waited patiently, studying your face for any kind of reaction. ”Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful.” You breathed, still mesmerized by the piece in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and ran your fingers over it, feeling the craftsmanship and care that had been put into it. Oberyn watched for a moment before he brought one hand up from below the pillow and gently rested it on yours. ”Would you like to try it on?”

You stood in front of the mirror, gazing upon your own reflection next to the reflection of Oberyn behind you, who gently brought his arms up to place the collar on your neck. He brought the two pieces that made up the sun in the front together and with a small click, they fell into place, securing it on your neck. 

You gasped a little at the new feeling of having your neck restricted like that but it was surprisingly comfortable, the soft fabric of the inside undoubtedly designed to feel nice against your skin.

The man behind you was mesmerized, staring at you in the mirror as his hands wandered over your body, gently caressing the light fabric of your dress. He placed his head on your shoulder to get a better view and you could feel his necklace pressing into your back as his eyes wandered over your body.

“It suits you so well.” He whispered into your ear and you shivered slightly before smiling a little at the compliment, ”Do you think so?”

Oberyn nodded gently and turned his head to the side so that his lips were brushing against the collar and he placed a small kiss on it before continuing the trail of kisses on the skin around it.

You could feel the vibrations of his speech through the collar when he spoke in a low voice. 

”I think it would look even better without the dress.”

A small smirk formed on your lips as you turned around, your eyes leaving your reflections and instead taking in Oberyn's face, that was so close to yours.

“You are quite the bold one today.” You mumbled but while you were speaking, you were already stumbling towards the bed alongside him. His grip on you tightened slightly and he held your hips as your legs hit the edge of the large bed you shared, keeping you from falling backwards. 

Then, he brought one hand up to the collar and pulled on it slightly, causing your head to move forward and your lips to crash right into his.

You had spotted a small hook on the collar earlier, assuming a leash could be attached to it but it seemed like Oberyn had held off on that part for now, instead pulling on the collar itself to direct you.

Very gently, he lowered you backwards onto the bed and his hands found the knots that held your soft dress together. After a few moments of fumbling with them, it opened and as the fabric fell to your sides, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of your spread out body below him.

As he moved around, his shawl too fell off his shoulders, revealing more of his strong, broad chest to you and you licked your lips at the thought of what was going to follow. Indeed, Oberyn leaned down at that moment and started placing more kisses all over your chest, first in the valley between your breasts and then wandering more and more towards your nipples, his tongue lapping over the soft skin around them.

You whimpered under the touch and in response he started going a little harder, sucking on your skin until a few spots had turned red and purple from his mouth. 

“Doing so well, my love,” He muttered under his breath as he fully concentrated on his task but you felt yourself getting eager and your hands quickly found the thin string that held up his pants. A grin spread over his face as he noticed and he pulled back a little, sitting on his knees in front of you as he assisted you in wiggling his pants down.

You let out an involuntary sigh as your gaze followed the trail of dark hair that had peaked out from under his pants earlier and as you did, you were met with his beautiful cock, a muscle that had been so otherworldly to you mere months ago, that now felt like something you could look at forever.

A few veins ran around the shaft, the fine arms of them reaching all around it. The uncut tip glistened with drops of precum and the sight made your mouth water. He was fully hard already, his cock twitching under your sight as if it knew that it was being watched.

Oberyn gently reached out and used the collar to direct you towards his crotch, switching your positions. You smiled up at him softly as you started kissing his tip, your tongue swirling around it a few times before you took him into your mouth.

“Oh, just like that,” He mumbled as his hand ran through your hair and you purred at the feeling, the vibrations carrying straight on to his cock that was now stuffed in your mouth. Oberyn kept one hand on the collar, occasionally directing you as you continued, taking him all the way down your throat, relaxing your jaw until your nose was buried in his dark hair and you heard him groan above you at the feeling of your throat completely enveloping him.

It only took a second or two of having him down your throat until you realized that the position didn't work well with the collar. Your neck had swollen slightly and you whined at the feeling of your throat constricting. The lack of oxygen was reaching your brain and your vision swayed for a moment. 

Oberyn felt the muscles clench too and looked down just as you pulled off his cock, gasping for air. Spit ran down your face and a small frown appeared on your lover's face at the glazed over look in your eyes.

“ My Love ?”

You were attempting to catch your breath, which proved more difficult than it did without a collar and simply shook your head. Your hand was still resting on his naked thigh and you squeezed the skin twice, a sign the two of you had agreed on for safety that you had never used before.

Oberyn's behavior changed in an instant and he pulled back further, yanking his pants over his lap to cover himself, his lust replaced by concern.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, already sensing that this was about something specific. You did not trust your voice yet so you simply pointed at the collar. Oberyn immediately understood and after a quick moment, he had taken it off and put it to the side.

Red lines ran over your neck and he winced slightly at the sight, his finger smoothing over them, his voice softer than you had ever heard, ”Did I hurt you?”

You heard him curse himself under his breath, clearly worried that it had been him when in fact, it had been you who had pushed yourself too far too quickly.

Slowly, you shook your head as your breathing finally started to go back to normal. ”No, just- It was a little tight.”

You're not sure where they came from, but suddenly there were tears.

You cried silently, burying your face behind your shaking hands and Oberyn sighed softly as he looked down at you with soft, brown eyes. He quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, any pleasure forgotten as he simply pulled your body against his, holding you close.

“It is alright, my love. Please do not cry.” He whispered, stroking your back in a circular, repetitive motion. ”You did so well. I am so proud of you for letting me know.”

Oberyn had been with enough people to know that communication wasn't always easy. It didn't take a lot of trust to sleep with someone. 

It took some trust to give yourself over to someone. And it took infinitely more to be honest with them while doing so.

“We can readjust it, if you like. Make it more comfortable.”

You smiled a little at that and nodded, raising your head to meet his. For a moment, your eyes met as you kissed him softly, ”I would like that.”

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Every body needs a therapy. (18+ // Jeonghan!vampire au)

Yup, even vampires do.

pairing: jeonghan!vampire x fem!reader, joshua cameo

words: 4186 words

tags: superhuman au, superficial, y/n is a healer-slash-sex worker, threesome (!!next chapter!!), unprotected sex (this is fiction for a reason! let’s always stay safe!!))

warning: tw // vague mentions of abuse, toxic household/parental relationships

disclaimer: these type of vampire you may have not seen from anywhere. I added some characteristics/abilities to it that does not reflect the stereotype

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The streets are still lit up by fluorescent lamps when the clock points to five. Your early morning arrival in school had long been regular. The front gate guard, although always surprised, is somewhat already used to seeing your face and greeting you back with a lively one. It was one of few things that give you motivation to get up tomorrow, and you never thought you won’t be hearing that today.

“Oops I’m sorry!” You were absurdly apologetic as if accused of a crime you didn't even do, you furiously bowed numerous times, checking if the coffee on hand stained the suited up man in white that just got out of a convenience store.

Oh, it’s him. The beautiful guy; Joshua's new tenant in his loft. You met him just yesterday, visiting your friend to seek refuge from the world when all of a sudden, a seemingly son of Aphrodite was revealed behind the grandiose wooden doors. He was unbelievably handsome and your encounter with him suddenly felt like a dream. Did he really stare at you, at your bruised lips? And his scent that trailed on the path he walked on, a smell so alluring, so nostalgic as to an extent you cannot fathom. Something like roses maybe? Or was it jasmine? A mix? And that pair of mesmerizing eyes that felt like a black hole any star would get lost to. You concluded he might have been one of the most gorgeous (and great-smelling) men you have laid eyes (and nose) upon.

“Yeah… just me.” Your eyes widened in shock. Did I say that out loud? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He was careful, checking if an amount of the scalding hot coffee in his hand spilled on you. None, your marigold shirt, perfectly masking your mood, was stain-free, so was your skin showing through the rip in your jeans. He felt relieved somehow, even more when he saw your once bruised lips patched on. You seemed fine to him, if not for his otherworldly senses.

“Early for school?”

It must have been obvious that you’re on your way to school, and perhaps, Joshua must have told him somehow. Or did your casual outfit and backpack give it away?

You hummed at him, a bit shy of your contrasting appearance. His seemingly newly waxed oxford shoes were intimidating, as if it would cost you your life once a particle of dust from your proximity lands on it. “Uhm… yeah… I’m gonna get going…”

“I heard about your mom,” you were too stunned to even look at him with bulging eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to be nosey, but I was worried about that bruise."

It stung just as it slipped from his lips. And all the painful images just flashed right in front of you from yesterday's unfortunate events that led you to knocking at Joshua's already open doors.

"Don't get mad at your friend, I insisted." He didn't. His inhumane intuition told him.

"You want some company?" He asks, letting out a small smile. Just before you refuse his kind offer, a gush of warm air envelops you - a warmth you craved from the once you called home. A tear almost fell, and that's when you realized it came from him, gently petting your head. “You can't walk alone in that state so...I insist,’

He lets out a small smile and invited you inside the store. Not that you’re being rude nor you don't prefer caffeine, but tugging the sleeve of his suit from behind was the only thing that came to your mind. The act made him pause, as well as the clerk that gave you a look of indifference. "I'm sorry but-"

"You're not going to school, aren’t you?”

The air froze, much like you did. How does he know every single thing? Do my eyes give me away? You thought.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled. “I don’t know.” you spoke a bit louder with all the uncertainties and fear manifested in your voice.

“Don’t worry, I can accompany you for a while. But first, let me get you this drink you'd love, as what you're friend told me.” and there goes his warm smile once again, never fading as your coffee comes ready.

"Why are you doing this?" It was straightforward, but being raised from a draining toxicity, you have learned better than beating around the bush and speak your mind.

"I am not sure either. I just know you might need someone to talk to...?"

"Well I don't." You faked a smile, as a motive forms in your mind. "But if you're just hitting on me, well, call yourself lucky."

The walk grew quiet as you kept him hanging; the other not knowing where your feet would take him. Although Jeonghan has pure intentions, he was not able to manipulate you even if he tried. Seeing you in such a state from yesterday, a tinge of wariness and worry painted him human.

True enough, he did live as a human before surrendering his entirety into his bloodlust reality. A human with otherworldly senses and “illnesses” - as how he was diagnosed. Even though he cannot go out like normal person would, he had experiences with humans that softened his cold heart. He learned about music and singing from the buskers at night, he learned about pleasure with the goers at clubs, he learned about the human psyche from an elderly friend who frequents his lover’s tombstone.

He hated the fact that he was already used to living as the second best, never the heir to the throne in highest and hidden behind the darkest of fences, but his soul just cannot let past how to feel being human again, because for him, it was what taught him happiness - a feeling he never knew existed.

“Oh,” he looks at the sign board in front of him as your feet halts and laughs slightly. “No, I am not that kind of man you think I am.”

“That’s what everyone says, and yet the first ones to barge on me like some hungry wolves,”

You have brought him back to the motel you stayed for the night. It was a place that you can call home at nights you got kicked out the house literally. There stood your dear friend in concierge sighing in response to your small smile as bells ring to announce a guest's arrival.

“Joshua told you anything about this too?”

“The therapy thing? Not so much.”

You regretted you asked, not knowing if you wanted to kick your friend in the shin for sharing such information or just melt in the ground due to a private matter boldly coming out of a stranger's mouth.

“Not gonna force you to anything. Just... if you're interested in some kind of therapy I am always free if it’s you. You passed Joshua's strict screening so you're a VIP to me. You just have to let me know in advance.” you winked at him.

It is probably your special gift: your sexuality healing others. And you figured that out when your ex came back once just to lash out how his then lover whom he loved greater, betrayed him and left him for another. It wasn’t to bring back the relationship, but he said he felt you’ve always healed him every time you two had sex before: may it be from stress, or fatigue, even physical and internal pains which he had once tested and proven when he recovered from his migraine after a quickie. It was the first time you heard about it, and later on confirmed when even his broken heart that manifested chest pains were healed. If you think about it, the intercourse was supposedly emotionally damaging, an ex coming back to fuck? But rather you felt grateful for the discovery of your gift, and the feelings that were completely gone for your past lover.

Jeonghan was astounded. Sex for therapy? Humans are really weird, he thought. He was about to let it pass, until he feels rather hot, like needles prickling his skin. Right, the sun is rising, few rays seeping through the glass windows by the rear overlooking part of the building.

He needs the shade.

“Sounds great, how ‘bout you run me through it?”

The room he booked was the most expensive, triple the price of regular rooms. It was a secret listing, and the only item that can guarantee therapy for anyone. You let him settle first, as you excuse yourself to change to your uniform. It was a two-piece black lingerie with your soul almost bulging out. It did nothing to hide anything, it was like a decoration to your body. Visuals are part of your therapy of course; stimulation of the senses being the first part of the overall session that can last almost a day if the client would request. Which Jeonghan did.

After dolling yourself up, you stood in front of the room feeling rather unusual today. Why are you getting nervous!? You breathed through your mouth to regain focus and repeated it’s just another session, it’s just another session.

Revealing your presence with three knocks, you entered the room without waiting for his acknowledgement. The room was nicely prepped, thanks to the quick housekeeping. It was lit dimly by the lamps, blackout curtains not letting any sunshine in. Faint zen music sets the mood, and you see Jeonghan looking at you from the chair across the mattress where he is supposed to be, legs crossed with a very unpredictable expression.

“So… how do we start?” he whispered, curiosity was evident but he’s good at presenting himself as confident.

“You start…” heels tapped the wooden floors as you slowly walked to him, sititng on his lap. “...by telling me your worries.”

“That I don’t have,” he smirks, collecting fringes away from your face. “I just wanted to know how you do therapy in the form of sex.”

“Well, then this wont work as therapy, but just sex.”

He thought for a while, as you made yourself comfortable in his lap, caressing his chest and shoulders. “Ah, I think I have one.”

“Tell me,” you cooed softly brushing your lips against his ears. “I’m listening.”

He began talking about his power-greedy brother, only he tells it as if they are average humans with sibling rivalry over a business ownership. He said he struggles from low self-esteem and envy, as his brother has always been the better one. And he thinks proving himself as the better successor of the so referred to as company will be the last chance, and yet the most powerful one that can prove his worth as his father’s child - a validation he crave’s for.

Rich people problems, you assume, all the while loosening his buttons as he spoke. Not once his voice hitched throughout your touching, and now it was your turn to have low self-esteem. Even more upon seeing his flawless skin.

His body glistens to bare and is smooth as heck. He looked paler than earlier and you might have assumed he isn't feeling well until he suddenly groped your body strongly so close to his.

"Your lips... they look... inviting. Can I..."

He mutters incompletely when he didn't look so turned on just now. You hummed a small consent, assuming what he wanted to say. On cue, his soft, almost lullaby kiss in contrast to how he has you on hold gave you the tingles.

"Really sweet…" He whispers as he runs his tongue between his lips and continued, "Totally my favorite."

You didn't mind his sudden tone change but not his eyes sparkling crimson red. It was too late to back off, nervous for not knowing who or what could you be dealing with, when his mouth caught yours so dramatically fast as if you were the last meal in an apocalypse.

His kiss was too deep, literally breath-taking for every second that you kept on moaning into his mouth to catch your breath. It was so bad that it felt so good, supposedly unpleasant as your wound probably have opened back up, but no stinging whatsoever. Only pleasure, his soft, innocent lips that looked like belonging to an angel is now rummaging yours. It was a kiss you have never shared with anyone, or even thought of getting from anyone. It was so wild, there was nothing in your mind but him sucking oxygen from your lungs, fucking, pounding you so hard in the mattress. It felt like your brain rode a rollercoaster, so dizzy and yet so full of adrenaline.

"Oh god…" you were panting against his lips. "What was that?"

He did not answer, but his eyes were still fixated on your now cherry lips. He was craving for it, but he doesn't know how to make his sudden addiction to your lips seem so normal.

Because for him, it's also insane how kissing you makes him feel like the greatest, most powerful being of his kind. His insecurity blurs as if there wasn't any in the first place.

"I…" He was thinking twice; would you find it weird if he suck those plump lips, or in human words kiss you once again, and longer, deeper this time? "Uhm… was it… good?"

"Honestly?" You tried to divert his sight from to meet your eyes but to no avail. "It was so good I don't want to stop."

Hearing that he wasted no time claiming your mouth once again, this time going deeper, and wetter than earlier. His hands were groping your body as if your warmth might leave him anytime soon, and yours around his neck with the same desire of having him only yours.

Your therapy has never been this full of desire. Although, most just wanted the lust, but this time around, the emotion was even beyond that. You even thought there was something evil going on, that it is impossible to have this level of greed and lust, mixed with pride at the same time over a person you just met. All the lewd things you wanted him to do to you and for you, all the dirty kisses you want him to mark you with, all his rich, creamy, filthy cum all over you - you desire it all.

Oh, how he wish he can read your mind, and you his.

Your moans to his ears was the most beautiful song, and your hot cavern was a refuge to his pent up frustration. He poured all them to kissing you with passion, or maybe even stronger than that. He then proceeds to unconsciously tearing your two piece lingerie apart at once, a moment you gasped so hard due to it being dumbfounding, and well, hot.

"Sorry," He softly giggled. "I can buy you a new one…"

"Sure you can, so I can have something to wear only for you." You winked at him, to which you never thought would gain a moan from him.

"I can't believe I am being seduced right now to buy lingerie. Do I look like a sugar daddy to you?"

"Hmm... good idea," you started kissing his neck as you grind your wet pussy against his pants, which reminded him to take what remained on him off so he can feel you at most. You felt your body being lifted as he stood from the chair, softly mounting your body on the bed. From a slight distance you watched him look at you intently without blinking, clothes being discarded in a second. His eyes once again sparks crimson, to which he scoffed and looked down as if not letting you see it, but too late.

His body glistens as he topples over you, his dick hanging, grazing against your core. The contact itself made him shiver, or so you thought, arching his back on gritted teeth.

What you didn't know, it was your lips that got bloodied from the makeout and he was trying so hard not to fall for the luscious smell. He just wanted to enjoy sex without his hidden identity going in the way.

He leans in closer so painfully slowly, thoughts of tasting more of your fresh blood may ruin the night. As his forehead touches yours, his thumb sweeps your lips, and forces it inside your mouth, which you instinctively suck, tasting your own blood.

"I think I kissed you too hard… should I do that to your other lips?"

The words were wild enough to produce more wetness down there. And before even expecting it, his hot mouth was already conquering your south lips and his tongue definitely knows how to play. You didn't realise you let out the sexiest moan tonight due to the contact. Your back arched to the pleasure, and your chest chased your breaths. It was lubricated enough, with his hot saliva mixing with your arousal. You haven't been eaten this good: his mouth not leaving any spot, his tongue lapping your folds, and the tip teasing your hole. You didn't think it was possible, but it's happening right on your very mattress.

"Fuck, ahh… you're so good." You can't stop moaning, and so does he as he sucks your sweet juice. Vibrations from his mouth added to the sensation as he eats you out with all his might. You were even worried you might break his head nestled between your thighs, feeling the curling of your core.

"Shit…" His tongue was now doing wonders fucking your hole. He entered without a warning, and the the friction of his naughty little tongue rubbing against your hole made you go nuts, forgetting you were almost on your release. You didn't know if it was just you being high on adrenaline and libido, but his tiny little muscle seem to fill you up so perfectly, even contracting and growing from its supposed size and reach  making you pause for a second, mouth wide agape. 

"J-Jeonghan…ah!"

Stars filled your tightly closed eyes as his tongue explored your insides, growing to your wall's extent. It was as if he took the size of you completely, which you didn't mind, focusing only on the pleasure.

It was so good, better then majority of, if not all, dicks that fucked you. Especially when he started thrusting in and out abusing your tight hole. Your eyes were rolling almost to the back end, and you almost questioned reality. It felt like a dream to be fucked and filled in so perfectly, and all your sweet spots entertained. The mattress soon felt like cloud on your misty body, mind dizzy and only moaning was something you consciously do as you surrender to nirvana.

"Baby you're so sweet," Jeonghan cooes by your ears, when he stopped fucking you with his tongue you didn't notice. You were then tasting yourself from his mouth, the heated session soon turned even fiery when his long, hard cock entered you right after he says a very sultry “Ready?”

Just like his tongue, his cock grew huge as it fills you inside. It was cold, literally so cold it caused a burning sensation in your hole as it stretched out. That's when you realized, his whole being was a complete opposite of yours even after quite some time in heat. He was like made of ice, and every touch you feel electrified.

It was your blood that faded his mask. The taste of its residue on your lips was enough for his insides to get awaken. He wanted more, of course. He wanted to suck your rich blood, drain you out and get his pride back. But what was it that stops him from tearing a slit on your neck? What was it that fights his thirst for power?

Your hands entangled as he starts thrusting in and out soon after your good pussy has taken his length. The first few seconds felt like making love to your lover, butterflies were present in your stomach as his cock dives deep into your pool. Oh how you wish he feels the same. He seemed like a nice guy to date, you thought. And hot one at that.

Soon the innocent lovemaking elevates to a rather rough one. A force you never thought a man could be capable of had your mind spiraling back to the once fantasies you only imagined. His strong force you thought might break your spine as he continues fuming oxygen from your lungs. He fucks you like it was his last, his dick that seemed to only grew bigger by time kept drillling and tearing your hole.

Moans and the slapping of your misty skin were the sole thing that makes you aware of reality. That you were not in dreamland or someplace your mind made up. 

His strength was unbelievable - he was unbelievable, and the way he made you come thrice the entire night will truly be one for the history books.

The night dawned with just him serenading you with his lovely hums, as you lie comfortably on his chest all cleaned and cared for by the gentleman himself. Come to think of it, what was supposedly a therapy for him must have been one for you and your wounded soul that craved attention.

"Thank you," He suddenly breaks the silence.

"Hmm? For what?"

"The therapy…?" He giggled. “Indeed, I felt lighter. Rejuvenated. I felt like I flushed so much insecurities away in a form of semen.”

Wow, truly a rare find of a guy. Handsome, flirty, humorous. With what else does he serve the world?

"Ah, that was nothing. Just doing my job."

"What do you mean, that was the best sex I've ever had," He was blushing when you tried to meet his eyes. "Don't tell me that was nothing compared to any of your so called therapies?"

You wanted to lie and say yes to kind of provoke him to tease, but what can that do? Ruin a non-existent reputation? Although you wanted to humble him down a bit.

"Well, let's just say… you did better than most of my clients."

"Fair enough…" He coughed out to clear his throat. "Tell me, has anyone ever came back to… you know just have a casual sex?"

"Duh, they all do, though booking it as a therapy. They just wanted sex. Everybody does. But I always told them once it starts as casual, the healing effect for them will never come back-just like how one of my patrons has experienced."

"Quite a gift you have," He catches your hand for him to caress.

"We all have it." You smiled at him. "Kinda curious about yours."

He stalled for a moment thinking deep, faked with a soft laughter. "Oh… you don't wanna know."

"I think I already do…"

His breathing stopped at your confession. Do you, really? He was clearly nervous, heart pumping with only a millisecond interval. You sat up, looking him straight into his eyes. Both of you are still bare of clothing, and only light from the lamp illuminates a small part of your skin.

Your finger painted an invisible line from his lips down to his chest, leaning in closer to his ears. The next words shook him to his core, but also made him attached himself to your loose strings.

"You're not human, are you?"

The crimson light shines on both his eyes once again, thus time fully enclosing his irises to its hue. A sight of his fangs peaks itself from between his lips, and was then followed by a smirk when you showed no scare at all.

"I hope you don't mind me being blood lust when you were moaning like that earlier," He says closing the gap between your faces to lick that dried up wound in your lips. "I promise to only suck your pussy if you wish, even if it's a little too tempting - not my fault your blood tasted just the perfect sweet for me." He then kisses you slowly as he pins you down on the mattress, and the day that you thought have just ended isn't apparently so.

You had so many questions that night, so did he. But you seemed far from disbelief rather interested with anything about him. Until morning came, both lacking sleep (or maybe only you do) but not of knowledge (and taste) of each other’s personal businesses. Each curiosity had been satisfied, but there’s still this lingering that you want to know more about him and his gift he calls a curse.

He was too, the connection he felt from the intercourse was too apparent to disregard and he is definite it wasn’t just due to the brief taste of your blood. So many stories he still wanted to hear from you, so many questions deeper than who you are or what you do, yet too less of a time as you have other functions as an individual who gets by on wages yet costly living unlike him.

But one thing he was sure of, it feels great to be human at times.

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Only You/ 6

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.6k

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J POV

I haven't seen Yoongi in a week

BTS has just had practices and recordings so they don't need a makeup artist

I ended up falling asleep at the practice I went to and since then Hobi hasn't asked me to come with him

But he's coming after practice today

I still don't know what to do

Talking to Yoongi that day, I almost told him that I wanted him

After I said I missed him, I had to stop myself from blurting my feelings

I just wanted to kiss him so badly

I couldn't keep my eyes off him during the practice and it was bad

I'm so lucky that Hobi didn't notice

When he got up to leave when Hobi came with food, I almost grabbed him hand to make him stay

I can't keep doing this

I can't dwell on Yoongi

Nothing had changed between us except that I'm with Hobi again

I love Hobi, I don't love Yoongi

And I have to focus on Hobi if I want us to work

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"Hi aegi!", Hobi smiles at me when I open the door

"Hi Hobi"

He comes inside, kissing me on my lips

He only gives me quick kisses

We haven't had sex or made out or anything

I'm guessing he's going slowly and I thank god for that

"Can we lay down Jo? I'm tired"

"Yeah ok", I agree, leading him to my room

I'm already in PJs and he changes, both of us getting into bed

We face each other and he softly touches my cheek

I close my eyes against his touch

It almost feels like it used to

When I open my eyes, Hobi pulls me to him, his lips on mine in a kiss

I kiss him back, his tongue sliding in my mouth

It feels different, kissing Hobi like this, than it used to

And I know why but I don't want to think about it

And because I don't want to think about it, Yoongi's kiss enters my mind

And how I felt when he kissed me

How different it was from Hobi's kiss

How different Yoongi's lips felt, how one of his hands was tangled in my hair, how his tongue felt against mine, how his body felt

How easily I just fell into his kisses and got lost

No, stop

You're kissing Hobi, not Yoongi

You love Hobi

Stop

I can't keep thinking of Yoongi

I do every time Hobi kisses me

Even his quick kisses, I think of Yoongi

And it has to stop

I push Yoongi out of my mind and kiss Hobi back

He moves closer to me, his hand sliding under my shirt

I immediately tense up

"Baby?", he asks, pulling away from me

I'm worried about being with him

I'm worried I'm going to think of Yoongi

"You don't want to?", he asks

I do I'm just worried

"I uh I do but....", I trail off

"You don't have to be nervous aegi", he tells me

"Uh"

"We don't have to baby. I just miss you but I'll wait until you're ready ok?"

I don't know when I'll be ready

And honestly I miss him too

Things are rocky but he's still beautiful and hot

He's still my boyfriend

And maybe this will remind me why I said yes to him

Having sex with Yoongi made me realize my feelings for him

Maybe the same will happen with Hobi

"I want to", I tell him, "Kiss me"

But when I say that, I remember when I told Yoongi to kiss me

And the smiles that would burst on his face before he did

I feel Hobi's lips on mine and I shove Yoongi out of my head

Hobi slowly pulls my shirt off, his hands touching me all over

And fuck, I get turned on

He kisses me harder and I pull him on top of me, ripping his shirt over his head

His kisses get more urgent, his hands pulling my pants and panties right off and opening my legs

His hand touches me immediately, fingers sliding inside

"God you're so wet. I miss you"

He moves his fingers in and out, his thumb playing with my clit

"Fuck Hobi.", I moan, pulling his pants and boxers down, "Inside now"

"Now baby girl?", he smirks against my lips

"Yes now"

God I want him

I'm so fucking horny

I haven't had sex since Yoongi

Two and a half months

And now that Hobi's here, he's kissing me, he's touching me, I want him

He kicks his clothes off right away, aligning himself

I wait in excitement

He pushes in and it feels good

Not as good as Yoongi

My body doesn't react to him like it did with Yoongi

'Shut the fuck up!', I yell at myself

He starts slow, then goes faster with each thrust

"Fuck", I moan, feeling good

He leans down kissing my neck and my shoulder

"Fuck baby, you feel so good", Hobi moans

But all I hear is Yoongi, "I knew we'd fit perfectly together. I knew I'd fit in you perfectly and you'd fit around me. I...I was right"

Fuck he was right

"God Jo you feel so good", Yoongi's voice rings in my head

Hobi's fingers run down my body, making me shiver like Yoongi did

'Stop', I scream internally, pushing Yoongi out of my head

Hobi opens my legs more, getting on his knees, slamming hard

Fuck, god, it feels fucking amazing

But....

Not as good as Yoongi felt

"Baby girl feels so good", Hobi moans

"Fuck"

"C'mon baby girl. Cum for me. I miss it so much", he pleads

He hits my spot and I scream from pleasure

"Mmmm got it baby", he smirks, going faster and harder

Oh god, yes

I'm right there

And imagines of Yoongi on top of me, thrusting in me hard, bombard my mind

"Mmm...more", I moan, memories of how good it felt to cum on Yoongi hitting me over and over

How my body just reacted so well to him

How his reacted to mine

And in that second I want Yoongi

I want him so much

"Anything for you baby", Hobi groans

He slams again and I lose it coming hard, eyes closed and screaming, lost in pleasure, Yoongi's beautiful face in my mind

"Yoongi, oh fuck Yoongi! Yes Yoongi!"

He stops moving immediately, pulling out, pleasure leaving my body

What the fuck?

What happened?

"Yoongi?", he growls

My eyes snap open

Oh shit

OH SHIT

I didn't...I...

I look at Hobi, fury on his face

Fuck, I did

I screamed Yoongi's name

"Why are you screaming Yoongi's name?", Hobi growls

"I...uh...I", I stammer

What am I supposed to say?

That Yoongi gave me the best sex in my life and I can't stop thinking about it?

Can't stop thinking of him?

That when I felt such pleasure I thought of Yoongi, thinking it was him giving it to me?

Wanting it to be him giving it to me?

I can't say that to Hobi

I fucked up

Monumentally

"Joanne!", Hobi barks, making me jump, "Why are you screaming Yoongi's name during sex with me?"

"I...uh....I....had sex with Yoongi", I blurt

"You WHAT? When?", Hobi yells

"We uh, when we were broken up. One day"

He's staring with me with such rage

"You fucked Yoongi? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It just happened! He kissed me and we..."

"He kissed you?"

"Yes Hobi. Yoongi kissed me and we were together. You and I weren't together. I'm sorry I yelled his name"

He glares at me, fury on his face

"So what? We break up and you sleep with you're best friend? My best friend? And then you scream his name when I make you cum? And you say you're sorry like that's supposed to make it ok?"

No it's not ok but I really am sorry

I didn't mean to yell Yoongi's name

But I don't like how he's acting like I can't be with anyone else when we weren't together

"Hoseok, I don't need your permission to sleep with anyone. You were not with me. I'm not sorry I slept with Yoongi"

"I-"

"But I am sorry I yelled his name. He was the last person I was with. I...I guess that was why...but I'm sorry. I really am. I fucked up"

"We're you thinking of him the whole time we were together right now?"

I look away and don't answer him

"Oh my god, you were. Oh my god", he gasps

"I'm sorry"

"I wasn't with anyone else while we were apart but you...you slept with Yoongi. I can't fucking believe this"

"It's not like we planned it", I respond

We just planned the next day

Hobi shakes his head, "I need to go."

I really don't know what to say to him

I understand that he's upset

I'd be too

"I...you don't have to", I say

"Yeah I do. I have to...I can't.....I need to process this. I...I just....Fuck!"

He gets up and puts his clothes on

"Hobi"

"No Joanne. I just, I have to go.", he snaps, then leaves my bedroom

I hear him slam the door to my apartment

Fuck

That didn't work out like I thought it would

Now what?

What did I do?

Why did I have to yell Yoongi's name?

'Because you want Yoongi', my brain says

I really didn't mean to think of Yoongi

I tried to push him away, but I couldn't when I came

I just couldn't

I need to stop

I'm with Hobi

At least I think I am, I don't know right now

But I love Hobi

I always loved Hobi

He was always my one

Right?

Fuck

#only you fic #bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #bts suga fanfic #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

[impernaway]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I got tagged in this by @charaznablescanontoyota so we're just gonna go and see what i have. its pretty much all blaseball though i'm pretty sure. from the most recent working back:

here, there, and elsewhere

Scratch is on first base when the ground around her begins to shiver. Her eyes snap from where Cantus is at home to Vess over at third, barely catching sight of Rivers dropping down and clutching the mound for safety. She doesn’t make eye contact before immateria forces its way up and through the soil, up and over her feet, her legs, her fur, her face, up and up and up-

one step, two step

They face the election down in the Choux, together. It makes his palms itch, eyes flicking up to the giant electronic sign board they use for things like this. The results are going to be available on all their phones, but looking down feels wrong, maybe. Liv wasn’t a player when this happened last time. The Big Garage’s full name still carries the heavy weight of a fraction of the consequences.

a miracle and a blessing

The skies over Miami are full of feedback today. Hahn’s mouth tastes like one of the really fun energy drinks, and her hair is ever-so-slightly standing on end. The clouds in the sky are sparse in number and stutter and flicker here and there, and she and the rest of the Dale have sunglasses hooked into the necks of their jerseys just in case the clouds decide to swap places and leave them suddenly blinded by the sun.

lost in the store (who stole all the signs?)

So. Maybe they could've planned this better. Oh, who is he kidding? This isn't anywhere near the top ten worst case scenarios for going to ILKEA. Sure, they're maybe going a little bit in circles, and maybe they brought two carts and they're both getting kinda full now and they've still not found half of what they were trying to look for, and maybe he and Ivy keep spotting things that Max totally would've loved if xe were here and it makes his heart ache every time it happens, but it's fine! It's totally fine. Liv's got this.

a story told that doesn't really end

For being a thing whose opening led to an unleashing of horrors, the Forbidden Book is a surprisingly plain looking thing.

going, going, gone

Ryan Bluff burns on day 137.

entangled

Season 20 has been interesting so far. Aside from the flooding, there’s been precious little that’s happened so far for him to worry over. A few peanuts here and there, mostly. He’s glad that’s all there’s been! This series is up against the Thieves. It’s a beautiful day for a game - The sky overhead is blue and bright, a few wisps of cloud dotted around and looking terribly distant.

return tickets

It has been a year and seven months too long since Ingo was last seen. Emmet has seen the security footage! His brother was there. The world ripped open and tore below his feet. His brother was gone. He has watched it back again many times. It does not make any more sense than it did the first time.

dance of the nights

“I’m sorry, darling,” the Shadow Broker says, voice odd and distant sounding in his ears. “I didn’t want it to end this way for you. You always were one of my favourites.”

a face for radio

Bentley Finnegan has one hell of a voice, or so people tell him. It wasn't exactly where he planned on taking his career when he was younger. But highschool went how it went - particularly that last year - and he'd walked out of there with a line of chitin rolling down his spine, his chin in the air, and an itch in his fingers. He had nothing to prove. He'd already proven himself, after all. Him and all the rest.

we're gonna go ahead and tag @vryptidart because i think everybody else i know has been tagged already. it turns out it is indeed all blaseball with a single pokemon interlude.

#my writing #tag meme #i have Learnt Something about how i write an opening for a fic apparently

[jdgo51]

Boundaries Without Question Marks

Today's inspiration comes from:

Good Boundaries and Goodbyes

by Lysa Terkeurst

"'It’s no wonder we are anxious and feel boundaries are only acceptable and legitimate if the other person agrees with and respects them. In other words, instead of stating our boundaries and ending the sentence with a period, we tag on a question. “You good with that?” “Okay?” “Does that work?” “This is understandable, right?” “You see where I’m coming from, yes?”

Posing a boundary as a question opens us up to be questioned, debated, and disrespected. If a boundary is presented with doubt, it won’t be effectively carried out.

Now, add on top of that the weird notion that if we are Christians, then we are absolutely obligated to sacrifice what’s best for us in the name of laying down our lives for others.

Where did we get the idea that we aren’t allowed to say no, have limitations, or be unwilling to tolerate other people’s bad behavior?

If we are filtering our thoughts of boundaries through wrong perceptions, it’s no wonder many of us find boundaries not just challenging but pretty close to impossible.

Here’s why:

We aren’t sure who we really are. We aren’t sure what we really need. We aren’t sure that if others walked away from us, we’d be okay.

Let’s take an honest look at an important question.

Who are you?

When I took time to answer this question for myself, I wondered why I’d never addressed this before. In a moment of honest reflection, it felt incredibly freeing to state for myself who I really am rather than when I’m trying to defend myself against the judgments of others.

Here’s who I am. I am a woman who loves God and loves other people. Therefore, because of Christ in me (Galatians 2:20), I am empowered to be the version of me God intended when He created me. I’m kind, creative, caring, generous, fun, and loyal. I have those qualities, but they aren’t what is most apparent when people use me, take advantage of me, make unrealistic demands of me, and make wrong assumptions about me when I say no. In other words, when I’ve let someone violate my boundaries, I can get so frustrated that I act in completely opposite ways from the woman I really am. This type of reaction is on me — and I need to totally own it — not what someone else does, but my reaction to what they do.

So, boundaries help me stay true to who I really am. Without boundaries, I can hyperextend myself to the point where I become anxious, bitter, resentful, angry, annoyed, and distant. That’s not who I really am, so it’s my responsibility not to let another person’s actions and expectations wear me down to the worst version of myself. In a biblical sense, it’s me not allowing another person to make me betray who I am in Christ.

Okay, your turn to answer this crucial question: Who am I?

Pause here. Think about this.

And if you’re having a hard time answering, maybe it’s because you’ve lost her. Sometimes we’ve let other people’s opinions and needs define us for so long that we lose ourselves in the process. Or maybe circumstances have been so confusing, maybe even brutal, that we feel like life has reduced us to someone who others feel badly for. I’ve felt this exact way during the past several years of my life. I wanted to be a victorious woman of God, not a victim of a bunch of circumstances that caught me off guard and ripped the rug out from beneath me.

There is so much more to us than just being a sum total of what’s happened to us. Right?! So, how do we get back to that person we were before all the hard stuff?

"Remember, you are closest to who you really are when you are the closest to who He created you to be."

— Lysa TerKeurst

I was on a group Zoom call recently with my friend Amanda after she had read an early version of what I’ve written here. She got choked up as she told me about a picture her mom found in her grandmother’s jewelry box after she passed away. The old black-and-white photograph was of a beautiful little chubby-cheeked baby with dark hair.

“That little face in my grandmother’s jewelry box was one I hadn't seen in more than twenty-five years since I last laid eyes on the picture. Twenty-five years. It’s me as a baby. The most pure version of me. This is me before life happened and wrote its own story on me. Before I got hurt and heartbroken and jaded and run over by what life had become.”

Her tears spilled down her cheeks as the rest of us tried to manage the lumps in our own throats. The baby in the picture was Amanda, but the truth of this moment applied to all of us.

Picture yourself as a tiny baby fresh from God’s hands. Innocent. Blissfully unaware of tragedy and trauma. Imagine yourself looking into her eyes. What would you say to her? Who do you want to tell her she is before life gets written on her? Speak that over her now.

Remember, you are closest to who you really are when you are the closest to who He created you to be.

Another memory you could recall is to remember yourself before you were really hurt. Before she said what she said. Or he did what he did. Or, before that event when everything changed, and you felt a bit damaged. Who were you?

Think of a memory, a memory from early on in your life, and try to remember who you were before you started looking to others for validation. Before you started becoming so hyperaware of your faults and frailties that you stopped seeing yourself as worthy, valuable, and designed by God on purpose. If nothing comes to mind from your early childhood, just speak to one of your baby pictures and tenderly tell her why she doesn’t need to live her life with an unhealthy pursuit of constantly seeking validation from people.

Now, write down the qualities that are true about the most authentic, wonderful version of you.

That’s your beauty. The goal is to humbly, and purposefully, walk in that beauty and own it. Serve from that fullness. Give from that wholeness. Walk confidently in the fact that our all-sufficient God did not make you insufficient or broken. Yes, we need to grow and develop and seek to become more and more like Jesus. But just like a seed contains everything in it necessary to bloom, so do we. All that a seed goes through to grow into a plant is part of the process of becoming what it was designed to be — not a process of determining its worth or value (1 Corinthians 15:38–44).

This exercise is more important than you know. If we don’t know who we are, we will constantly be manipulated into who others want us to be or become enmeshed in the needs of other people.

When we know who we are, we are whole and available to love, serve, and give to others from that fullness. If we don’t know who we are, then we will love, serve, and give, hoping people will fill our empty places and make us feel whole. And in doing so, we will always be defined by how well or how poorly someone else makes us feel.

My passion for all of this may have put a tad too much wind in my sail — or words in my chapter. Welcome to my overextended TED talk. Just kidding.

There’s an even more secure foundation to knowing who we are than just naming it for ourselves. We want to let God’s Word become the words of truth for our identity.

When God is the source of our identity, we are much less prone to others feeding our insecurity.

I’ll leave you with these words I first wrote in my journal and then put in my book Uninvited years ago: “God’s love isn’t based on me. It’s simply placed on me. And it’s the place from which I should live... loved.”1'"

Lysa TerKeurst, Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely (Nashville: Thomas Nelson, 2016), 259.

[boopliette]

@battlemalecs asked for enjolras in a crop top bc they’re,,,, a Visionary

thanks for the coffee!

buy me a coffee and i’ll do you a doodle

#i swear to jesus if this doesnt post this time imma riot #two times i have posted it and it has disappeared into the ether #les miserables #enjolras #granta #enjoltaire #courfeyrac #combeferre #rip all the beautiful tags i lost today #so were gonna start this a thiRD TIME #technically its one coffee for one character but when i think of a good goof u bet ur ass ur gonna get three extra characters for free #ill draw anything for the goof #you caught me at the right time too #im finally free from coursework (for the next two weeks only) and im just so relieved to draw for fun again that #you will get so much more than you pay for #FOR LIKE A WEEK AND A HALF ONLY #EXPLOIT ME UR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD ARTIST #I JUST WANNA DRAW AND NOT BE ANGRY AT OLD WHITE MEN IN CHARGE OF LES MIS FOR A CHANGE #oh boy the tags did not take this turn the last two times #eh #not my art #my doods #my growing goof collection #i just want this to post so i can sleep #fan art #pls tumblr gods be merciful

[sukirichi]

rude boy

— As the captain of the volleyball team, you have to set a good example of staying firm to your rule of not dating the male players...but perhaps you’re willing to bend the rules a little bit when a rude boy is kind enough to show you why you’re wrong.

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), hard!dom suna, slight exhibitionism, doggy style, overstimulation, mild breeding kink, cumplay, implied size kink, degradation with praising kink (LOL), soft! aftercare suna

NOTE. oh hell yeah we’re turning into a haikyuu blog. i can’t believe i’m writing for a character i haven’t even met yet but hey SUNA RINTAROU SUPREMACY. I’m in love with him, maybe much more than I like Akaashi, but can you blame? he’s sexy AF. tagging @noritoshiikamo​

SONG INSPOS. Rude Boy, Disturbia, Where Have You Been All My Life (Rihanna)

Win after win, your school is glorious and honourable once more. Not only did the men’s volleyball team, but as the captain of the women’s team, you proudly carried awards just as they did.

You’re on the dance floor, hazily dancing to the beat with your red cup already empty. It’s rare that people organized after parties but you made it Nationals this time around; surely it’s not too bad to let everyone let loose. Besides, the managers weren’t around and everyone seemed to be having fun, bringing in their plus ones or making out with their fellow teammates.

You scowl at the sight. The one thing you hate the most is breaking formalities and relationship autonomies – everyone knows that you have one strict rule: No dating the players for the men’s team.

Naturally, your team members are more than flabbergasted. The male players are gorgeous after all, but you’ve grown up with the Miya twins; you know beauty could never be enough of a reason for your precious teammates to be used for pleasure and dumped to the side once they’ve had their fill. You all have a bright future ahead of you, with goals and dreams to be fulfilled; one that you won’t allow to be trampled upon by these men.

You’re about to head back to the kitchen for another drink when someone holds you in place, large, calloused hands gripping at your hips. You’re about to elbow the intruder when the familiar scent of musky spicy cologne, mixed with sweat and something that was solely him, you relaxed.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself for the whole party, Suna?”

“You’re here,” his bored, deep voice is sultry as it coos in your ear. Unable to help yourself, you shiver at his touch, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. “I don’t see a reason to.”

“You’re a little touchy tonight,” you comment, the glare of your eyes softening as the alcohol loosens the usual composed and strict captain in you, falling back into his touches that tell a promise of something more later. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was because you miss him too – whatever it was, you’re grinding onto his front, the middle blocker humming as a warning in your ear not to tease him too much. You being you though, you only push back harder, allowing him to set the pace by squeezing your waist. “You act like you don’t see me all the time.”

“Doesn’t mean I get to feel you all the time,” his voice turns husky, the mere sound of his voice mixing with the party’s music increasing your arousal. You breathe sharply when Suna cups your core experimentally, thankful that his body is big enough to hide what he’s doing. “Upstairs?”

“Here, Suna? In a party?”

“Can you wait until we get home?” he taunts, chuckling when he sees the way your lips press into a thin line. “As I thought.”

Tch, he doesn’t have to be so cocky about it.

Suna leads you upstairs before pushing you inside the closest empty room, his lips hands everywhere on you the moment the back of your knees hit the bed. He’s eager and needy, his arousal evident from how he’s bucking the tent in his pants against your hands. His tongue prods you to open your mouth, and just to tease him, you refuse him access, slipping your hands inside his pants instead to swipe a thumb over his thumb.

He growls at your teasing, retaliating by pinching your boob followed by a flick over your nipple. Suna isn’t only an expert at volleyball; he’s a master of your body too, able to play you and hit the right spots all the fucking time.

He’s aware of this when he finally gets what he wants – a shocked moan from you that nearly makes you fall back on the bed if it wasn’t for his other hand tugging at your wrist to slam you back to his body. Suna doesn’t waste his time in kissing you, sucking on your tongue until you both start fighting for dominance. Just as he’s lost and crazed by the pent up sexual frustration of watching one another play at court today – to see the other so close yet so far away – you swallow his small, little groans into your mouth, your hand eagerly pumping and spreading his pre-cum all over the base of his shaft.

Suna’s cock twitches into your palm, prompting you to squeeze the length at the same time you bite down on his lip. Hard.

His eyes snap open moments before he comes, his touch rough and even bruising when he pushes your arm away from his. As if a switch has been flipped inside him, his eyes have grown darker, his hands running down your form hungry and even animalistic.

Your eyes widen when Suna goes down on his knees, deft fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “S-Suna, what’re you doing—”

“Shh, I want to taste you,” your hands find home in his hair as he helps you shimmy out of those tight, ass-hugging material that had him rock hard during your whole match. He wants to punish you for it, for nearly distracting him when it was his turn to play; the fact you’re always so unaware of the effect you have over him downright offensive. He has other plans in mind though, plans you’re about to discover when Suna suddenly licks at the swollen nub through your panties, making your thighs shiver. “Haven’t seen this pretty pussy in a long time,” he buries his face in your cunt, taking a huge whiff of the intoxicating scent of your arousal.

It’s almost perverted, you think, the way he’s rolling your hardened clit between his teeth, relishing in the way you’re falling apart for him like this, legs spread wide open.

Suna keeps you steady by squeezing your ass closer to his face until his nose is prodding at your lips, the sounds of your pretty moans and whines erotic enough that he feels like busting a nut right then and there. He holds back though, pulling away to breathe just to bite the lace down your legs. The whole time, he keeps his fox-like eyes on yours that are pooled with lust and something carnal, the grazing of his teeth collecting heat to pool at your core.  

With two long fingers pulling your lips apart just for his eyes, he licks at your blossoming sex, pulling groans from both of you when he dives into your even harder.

Suna’s tongue is lapping at your dripping juices while you look down at him, pupils blown wide just as he smirks, he actually fucking smirks under you, his tongue suddenly plunging inside your sopping hole.

Your scream is muffled at the last moment when you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, the nails digging into his scalp making him hiss.

Nevertheless, Suna doesn’t stop, drinking all you can give him while his tongue laps at your walls. The warm, wet muscle exploring each inch of you has you grinding against his face, shameless as you fuck yourself harder on his tongue. Suna chuckles at your actions, the vibrations pushing you over the edge.

He can tell you’re cumming when you start to clamp down on him, the flowing of your arousal easily cleaned up with tight, consistent sweeps of his tongue.

Your eyes are shut tight as you prolong your orgasm by grinding your pelvic bone shamelessly on his cum-stained face. Then your legs wobble until you’re falling, shaking, but Suna pushes you down completely on the bed.

Your breathing is ragged once you see that he’s crawling above you in the same manner a predator stalks his prey, his smirk nothing but devilish while your juices spread on his cheeks gleam under the dim lights.

Suna uses one hand to discard your shirt before throwing it to other side of the room, one knee to pry your legs apart. Your eyes dart down to the sports bra you wore, not sexy at all especially with the Nike logo, and your cheeks warm at the realization. Arms coming up to hide yourself, you fail when Suna slaps your hands away, glaring at you.

“Stop covering yourself. You don’t have to wear lingerie to for me all the time – you know I’d fuck you either way.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to be shy when he rips the bra apart, mouth latched onto one nipple. You gasp when he plunges three fingers in, definitely different to his usual routine of prepping you, and you’re being stretched open by his fingers a little too fast that you’re clutching on his bicep to catch your breath.

“F-Fuck, Suna, can’t even be a little gentle? What happened to foreplay?”

“I’m tired from winning match by match today, baby. Being gentle is the last thing on my mind when you’re splayed out for me like this,” he pulls away just to release his fingers from you, twisting his hand back to back to grin pervertedly at the way your cum slicks his hand. Using that exact same hand, Suna covers his length with it as he hovers over you, pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.

He immediately notices the way you hitch your breath, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as you struggle to accommodate for him despite already being so wet.

He was just so thick and feels so good – it’s always a challenge not to cum all the while he’s entering you. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve taken me before,” he reminds you, hooking his arm under your knees before he stretches you further, your thighs flat on your chest. You gasp at the new sensation of feeling him so deep inside you, his whole practically atop your calves as he thrusts inside experimentally. “Come on, you’ll take this big cock like a good girl, won’t you?”

“S-Suna.”

“You feel even better than usual,” he praises you, his eyes narrowed and hazy with pleasure as he continues fucking into you. His thrusts are slow yet deep, bottoming out with each time that he knocks the wind off your lungs, successfully hitting that sacred, sweet sensitive spot inside you that only he could ever reach.

Suna smirks at the apparent pleasure written all over your face, teasing you further by grabbing the flesh of your hips while he drives his cock deeper. “You’re just clamping down on me like a bitch in heat,” he notes to mock you, but he wasn’t free of this pleasurable torture as well, not when your walls sucked him in greedily that it took most of his energy just to pull out from your grip. It must be because you’re exerted from today’s match just as he is, and Suna spreads one leg to the side, your knee pressed beside your head. “Muscle cramps? Can’t say I mind.”

“Shut up, Suna.”

“I think you need to shut up,” he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, his chuckles formed in stuttered breaths when you clamp down on him. “Clenching harder on me now? Didn’t peg you for someone who liked this shit,” Suna, having always been perceptive to your smallest reactions, leans over to you to cup your cheek, the tenderness in his eyes a huge contrast to how he’s filling you up to the brim, his hips delirious and delicious with each snap. “You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? So good for me.”

“S-Suna,” you begin to reach for him, feeling that welcomed tightening of your stomach. You never like to admit it out loud, but you and Suna know you’re always so clingy and starved for touches when you’re about to him.

Your lips are puckered out, arms wrapping around his head to pull him in for a kiss when Suna smirks. He knows exactly what you want – and that’s exactly what you’re not gonna get.

He flips you until you’re flat on your stomach, encircling your waist to pull your ass flat against the ticklish hairs resting at the base of his cock, his pelvic bone snapping against your backside. You cry out at the new position, the need to touch him painfully deprived until you’re sobbing on the pillows, wanting nothing more than to kiss him as you came.

Suna Rintaro really is rude.

You came first before him, drool spilling from your lips when you’re left with no other choice but to fist the sheets. Suna’s groans are guttural, his usual pace of fucking you slowly now turns carnal. Sounds of skin slapping and his balls hitting your ass cheeks echo around the room, the sounds too loud that you both fail to hear the rushed footsteps and giggles until the door opens.

Suna feels you tense under him, the crashing waves of your orgasm dulled by the panic rising in your chest. You know he’s covering you, but your heart absolutely lurches in your chest when Suna only continues, scoffing at whoever entered the room.

You scramble to move yourself off him but Suna only holds you down, his palm flat behind your head, arms pinned at the small of your back until you’re completely incapacitated. Once again, Suna’s proved that he’s a man of control, especially when it comes to your body. He won’t fail to remind you again and again that your body is not yours – it has always been his and will always be his.

Once he starts moving again, deliberately and painfully slow to emphasize the embarrassing shlick coming from your pussy, Suna smirks at the new guests. “Rooms taken, idiot – find someplace else.”

“Fuck, is that the captain for the girl’s team?”

You bite down on your lip upon hearing Atsumu’s voice, desperate to prevent the sinful moans to be heard past your lips. You’ve built quite a reputation for being sharp tongued and even wicked when it comes to being strict – to have him hear of all people that his teammate could easily break you like this would be beyond damaging both to your pride and reputation.

Suna glares at the golden-haired boy who’s now forgotten the girl hanging off his arm, his head tilting past Suna’s uniformed frame fucking deep into you.

He could hear it, could hear the sloppy squelching of your sopping cunt, could even hear the way Suna’s breath sharpens, but he wants to see it, to witness this atrocity. Suna, however, wasn’t having any of it.

His possessive grip is intensified with the nails digging into your wrists when he only fucks into your harder, his feet now planted on the mattress as if to mark his territory. “Don’t look at my bitch. She’s mine,” he growled, pulling you by the hair until your head is splayed all over his shoulder, your breasts bouncing from the speed he’s ramming into you at. “Now leave.”

“Suna, don’t be fucking rude.”

The door closes afterwards, but not free from comments from Atsumu on how you had a pretty ass. This ticks Suna off, licking stripe down your neck and up your jaw, nose buried into the crook of your neck to memorize your scent coated with sex hanging off the air.

“You’d rather have them watch?” he slaps your ass, your moan whiny and pornographic – you were really truly different than what you want people to think of you. “Of course you’d like that, filthy slut,” he nibbles at your ear, reaching forward to rub at your clit until you’re shaking again, your second orgasm just looming around the corner. “But I don’t want to share you, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are.”

He shoves you flat on the mattress again, your forearms weak as you heave your weight upwards. Your head is thrown to the side, back arched down low as you follow his command like a good whore as he’s called you. You gyrate your hips to swirl your pussy around his thick pole, pushing backwards again and again until you’re gasping, shaking, trembling and utterly fucked out.

Your pace is nothing compared to what Suna is capable off, but he’s tense, jealous even that he wants to assure himself he’s the one who could get you to feel this way, even if it meant giving you all the work alone.

“What’re you gonna do now that everyone knows about us?” he asks through gritted teeth, placing his hands at your hips just to steady yourself. Suna’s eyes are zeroed in on the way his length disappears around your pretty lips, so open and puffy as you use his dick to pleasure you. He takes pride at the way you moan, back arching and little growls on your lips when he finally snaps his hips, meeting you thrust by thrust.

“Are you finally giving into me?” he asks again for what seems like the hundredth time ever since he’s laid his eyes on you, thumb flicking over your clit again. You cry out as he does so, uncaring of the strain when your arms reach out behind him, touching him this time around. Suna allows you to do so, hugging your waist to pull you into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to yours while you moan left and right.

You’re sweating, eyes shut tight and fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball pinching at your own slips. You look so lewd every time you’re thinking of nothing else but the pleasure he’s giving you and Suna grows harder inside you, his thrusts rough along with another slap to your ass.  

“Fuck, yeah, just like that. You look so gorgeous bent over for me, you know, might as well just be officially mine.”

You manage to scoff through the pleasure, ignoring the way your heart flutters when Suna interlaces his fingers with yours above your breast, the both of you caressing the flesh tenderly. “I told you already, I’m never dating you.”

“And why not?” he challenges, the grip on your hips tightening again. “Who do you run to when you’re sad? Who do you bother when you’re happy? Who makes you feel good and fills you to the brim when your fingers just aren’t getting you off?” Unsatisfied with your silence, Suna snaps his hips harder, his grin wicked when you scream again, his name falling off your lips like a prayer – which is ironic, since he’s the one always worshipping you despite his need to be in control. “Isn’t it always me? Just say yes, baby, I’d get to do this to you all the time. You’re already fucking yourself on my cock like you’re my whore – what’s holding you back?”

“You’ll fuck me good if I say yes?”

“Aren’t I already?” To prove a point, Suna thrusts up deep and hard enough that he’s hitting your sweet spot again, a fucked out smile rewarding him afterward.

“But you’re a rude, rude person, Suna, oh, fuck,” Suna pinches your clit that makes you snap your eyes open, a seductive glare sent his way when he teases you. “See what I’m – ugh – talking about?”

“Then I’ll be nice for once,” he promises me, his thrusts growing sloppy as he pushes you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open in a silent, breathy sob – hands gripping at his thighs when the mere slipping of his length past your walls and kissing your cervix with each thrust pushes tears out of your eyes. Suna leans down to sloppily kiss away the tears, jaw clenched as he feels you tighten around him.  “Cum for me. I’m allowing you to cum. Maybe I’ll fuck you again when we get home if you’re good enough. Fuck, gonna breed this pussy so good, you’ll be so fucking full.”

Your nails scratches blood moons into his skin, right at the spot that isn’t covered by his shorts anymore. Usually, he’s careful when it comes to markings that could affect his play, but you’re so pretty crying as you cream around his neck that tonight he doesn’t care.

Suna groans as you milk him dry with the way your walls are hallowing and clenching around him, making the tall player fall forward above you on the bed, his cum sputtering inside of you. His groans are deep and so fucking sexy right next to your ear, thumb absentmindedly still rubbing at your clit. You’re both panting as he slowly pulls out, the gush of both your cum dripping all the way down your ass. He snickers at the sight and swoops two fingers down, the heated and hard press of his fingers against your sensitive pussy sending chills everywhere in your body.

You’re about to complain as Suna pushes his cum inside you, but he silences you with a kiss, spreading the cum all around your lips until you’re a complete, sticky mess down there. You grimace at the sensation but Suna is moving beside you the next moment, his arms heavy across your breasts.

You blink when Suna presses affectionate kisses on the blades of your shoulder, wiping the remnants of cum across the sheets before tangling your legs with his. You frown in confusion but turn to him anyway, breathing in that cologne sticking to his skin that you love so much.

“I’m not used to you cuddling me.”

Suna smiles at the crown of your head, shifting lower so he could squish his cheeks at the flesh of your breasts. You watch as his usual bored face lights up happily like a kid with ice cream as he kisses the sides of your breast, hands gentle and delicate in making swirls over your hip. He’s almost...unrecognizable. “You should. This is going to be one of the privileges of dating me.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“You will.”

His declaration is so self assured – as he always is – that you roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his sweat-matted hair. “How are you so sure I even like you back, dummy?”

“Because you’ve got no reason not to,” is all he murmurs on your skin, and well...he isn’t wrong about it, but you scoff anyway, thankful that his eyes are closed so he can’t see your smile. “Now shut up. Just hearing your voice makes me hard again and I don’t think I can go for another round. I’m beat.”

Perhaps...Suna Rintaro wasn’t such a rude boy, after all.

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[luminari-mc]

(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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[vendettaparker]

You Say the Whole World’s Ending (Honey, It Already Did) [P.P]

Summary: Peter mourns his greatest loss.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Character death, angst, typos, throwing up

a/n: hi! i’m genuinely so sorry for how sad this is lol. i had to write this idea down before i forgot it. that one bo burnam song really got me :( here it is if you want to hear it! hope you enjoy and as always reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! ok. back to my hiatus :)

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“Today, the world mourns the loss of one of the most innovative teens in existence,” The news reported stated with tears in her eyes, “Last night, (Y/N) Stark was found dead after going missing for three months. The cause of death has not yet been disclosed and her family asks for privacy during this time of grieving. The world shares in this pain, and I believe I speak for all of us when I say, (Y/N), you will be missed.”

The clouds muddled over the compound, creating a darkness that sheathed over the building while the rain pittered over the roof and windows. As cliche as it was, Pepper and Tony provided black umbrella to all the guests at the graveyard. Together they huddled over the casket with their umbrellas, attempting to keep the rain off of the perfect mahogany the best they could.

Morgan clung to her mothers leg and scratched at her neck, uncomfortable in the pearls she was forced in, too young to understand what she had just lost. Tony kept his arm around Pepper, trying to hold on to what family he had left, begging whatever god was out there to give him respite from his pain.

Pepper gripped her umbrella with an iron fist, recalling when she first met you. Small and shy as you were, you quickly warmed up to her as she showed you to your room.

“Is this her?” Pepper asked as you cowered behind Tony’s leg, a small backpack hung loosely on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” Tony nodded with a proud smile, “this is (Y/N).” Tony bent down, motioning for Pepper to join him as she greeted you with a warm smile. “This is Pepper, (Y/N),” Tony placed a hand on your shoulders, “she’ll help watch you when I’m away.”

You nodded and held your hand out to her. Pepper grasped it in her perfectly manicured fingers and held it tightly, “I think we’ll be good friends,” she smiled, giving your fingers a sweet kiss.

Pepper not only lost her daughter; she lost her best friend as well.

Peter couldn’t even go. May begged him to go, trying to pull him out of the rut he’d been in for the last three months. She did the best she could, but deep down she knew. She knew all too well the pain of losing your soulmate, and as young and naive as Peter was, he still managed to find that in you.

Peter felt hopeless. He had held out hope for months, thinking that by some miracle you;d get to come home. That you’d walk through the door and run up to him, pulling him into your warmth and smashing your soft lips onto his. Every night he dreamed of you. Your laugh and your jokes. The way you scrunched your nose when he said something stupid, but then laughed along with him. The way you’d ruffle his hair as he laid in with his head nuzzled in your chest. The way you’d rush into school so fast, you nearly knocked him over when you found him. Those dreams, or more so, memories kept him going. And now he had nothing.

He was stuck in a world without you. And at a certain point, he wondered if it was even worth living in. He was wrong. He used to think that good things happened to good people, but he was wrong. You were as good as it got and you still ended up in the ground.

“Peter,” Sam said from the other side of the call, “you gotta come to the compound.” He hung up before Peter could even get a word in, but when he arrived at the building, he understood why.

Sam met him at the door, tears crusted around his dark eyes, and the look he gave Peter evoked immediate dread.

Peter could hear Pepper’s screaming sobs from inside. The cries of all the Avengers filtered through his ears into his head like nails on a chalkboard. And as unsettling as it was, he knew.

Sam guided him through to the medbay, and part of him secretly hoped he was wrong. It wasn’t until he held your cold hand in his overly warm ones that it hit him. And then the screaming started.

“No,” Peter murmured as the tears began dancing around in his vision, “no, no, no.” Peter shook his head, “I-It’s not her.” He said, but it was more of a terrible wish he put out into the universe, “please, it’s not—no. She’s strong—stronger than that, she wouldn’t—I-I don’t understand.”

Peter whipped his head around and the whole team could see the tears uncontrollably flowing out of his eyes as he heaved. The hyperventilating, mixed with the cries of everyone else in the room was making him nauseous. Before he could properly process what was going on he was running to the window, throwing it open and spewing brown goo out into the yard.

Happy ran over and rubbed his back and shoulder, “It’s okay, Pete. Come on now, breathe.”

Peter screamed and heaved out sobs as more brown chucks spilled from his lips. When he was done, he collapsed into Happy and the large man wrapped his arms around Peter’s shaking frame.

“I–It’s not true,” Peter begged, “Happy—” he pleaded, only to be shushed.

“I know,” Happy cried, “I know it’s hard, Peter. But you have to calm down.”

Tony, having just lost his daughter, saw Peter’s breakdown and left the room. Pepper by his side, drawing her cries out in his t-shirt.

“H-How can I?” Peter wailed, “I want her back, I want her back! (Y/N)!” Peter crawled out of Happy’s embrace, up the bed that held your limp frame. He tugged on the sheet that Bruce had put over your head, ripping it to expose your beautiful face.

“No,” Peter cried, sloppily running his hands over your face, “no, (Y/N).” Peter rubbed his thumbs under your eyes and held his cheek against yours, only feeling the icy prick of your skin on his, “come on, please get up, please. I-I had so many things to tell you. I had s-so much left to—I—I never got to marry you, (Y/N), please. Please d-don’t leave.”

Every watery plea was only met with a painful silence on your end. The only sounds to accompany the dreadful silence were the wails coming from the boy’s mouth.

And now he was here, sitting alone in his room, on the same bed you used to cuddle him in. If he tried really hard, if he focused enough he could still smell the lavender shampoo you used. It was such a little comfort, but it was all he had.

May accompanied Happy to the funeral, letting him rest his head on her as the tears flowed from his eyes.

“She was so special,” Happy recalled with a sniffle, “so special.”

“Yeah,” May whispered, swallowing her own sob, “in more ways than one.” She placed her yellow rose on the casket, blowing a little kiss to it with a small prayer, thank you. Thank you for being Peter’s love.

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[nctsworld]

reigniting

✩ mark x reader | dance au | enemies to lovers | car s*x | smut | fluff | 1.6k

SUMMARY ⇾ your hate for your dance captain (and ex-best friend) melts and evolves into something more for the night. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ smut (near the end), car s*x, swearing, angst in backstory RATING ⇾ mature FOR ⇾ @markleesflathead​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ yes i’m bitter that most of my fics in ask form don’t show up in tag so i might have to post them as individual fics hhh || @markleesflathead​ idk how this ended up into car s*x but i’m sorry if it isn’t what you really expected slkfmd also i’m v flattered to be one of your fave writers *_* thanks for the bday wishes!!

“I missed this.”

Mark suddenly says into the air after catching his breath from all the laughing he just did. With the hand that’s been resting on the steering wheel since he parked the car fifteen minutes ago, he swipes his thumb against it.

Your laughter subsides too, turning your head in the passenger seat to get a good look at him.

The closest street lamp isn’t near enough to cast a light to see all his features clearly, but you don’t need much lighting to see the waver behind his bespectacled face, nor the way his Adam’s apple bobs.

“I missed you,” he whispers softly, then matches your eyes with a tilt of his head.

The beginning was simple. You and Mark, best friends since middle school, about to attend the same university and were going to do everything together, including extracurriculars.

Which included the university’s main competitive hip-hop dance team, since both of you were on your high school’s too.

From what you heard from upperclassmen, every year, the team offered at least five spots open. Of course, Mark and you were confident in yourselves and each other to make the team.

But during your first year, only one spot was available on the team.

The straining of your friendship began to slowly occur, since you saw less of each other in order to train more individually for the auditions.

And when the auditions happened, there was a new tension between Mark and you. Still friends, but competitiveness was a prevalent wall between you two.

The wall grew larger, tangled with vines of jealousy and bitterness, when Mark received the spot, not you.

Both parties tried hard to keep the friendship afloat, but it eventually came crashing down.

“You’re just fucking jealous that I got in and you didn’t.”

“Yeah,” you said. “and I should be, because I’m the better dancer.”

“As if.” he scoffed. He spat out the next words venomously—

“If you were better they would’ve chose you, but you’ve just never been as good of a dancer as me.”

That was the last time you spoke to Mark... for a while, at least.  

When second year came by, you decided to prove him wrong and obtain a spot on the team. Successfully, you did, but partway through the term, the captain dropped out and, to your dismay, Mark was given captaincy.

Fast-forward to today, Mark constantly gave you shit during practices and you knew it was personal.

Sure, you could’ve quit, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. However, you always did wonder why he didn’t decide to kick you off the team when he had the power to do so.

Following one practice, Mark ordered you to come by the studio on a separate night for a talk. He claimed it to be extra training, but you were mentally prepared for him to finally remove you from the team.

However, you were wrong and the unexpected happened—the wall between you two began to crumble. The hostile professionalism during the extra session grew into an area of familiarity, remnants of a lost friendship. After the session, Mark swallowed his pride and apologized about what he said back then, even offering to take you out to dinner.

During the meal, both of you caught each other up on the last year or so, and at the end of the night, Mark drove you home.

Laughing, smiling, and talking with you like the last couple of years were a nightmare faded into nothingness.

And you didn’t mind it, because you missed him too.

But instead of telling him that, you nibble on your bottom lip and rock your head forward with a small smile.

Continuing the conversation from where you left off, after Mark agreed to stop giving you such a hard time during practice, you say, “Can I ask you to stop doing one more thing during practice?”

“What’s up?”

“Please, for the love of God,” you say with your hands clasped in a prayer. “Stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting.”

A hearty chuckle escapes from Mark, leaning his head back into the headrest. “Why is it distracting?”

“You know why!” you exclaim, beaming. “I know you do it on purpose!”

He cocks an eyebrow playfully. “And why would I do that?”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, "Because I know the oh-so humble Mark Lee still loves it when he gets attention."

The driver runs his tongue over the bottom of his teeth in a smirk, hand still on the steering wheel.

"And what about you?” he retorts. “You must still have a thing for arms if you think it's distracting."

You gasp inaudibly, unsure of how he could still remember that tidbit after all these years, and you twist your upper body to inch near him, glaring at him accusingly. "Is that why you do it?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." he shrugs nonchalantly. Leaning closer to you, parroting your stance, he adds in a teasing whisper along with a squint of his eyes.

"You'll never know."

There’s a passing beat as your eyes lock, one that carries the weight of the years of loving each other as friends, hating each other as enemies, working together as dancers, and everything in between.

A moment of connection that represents what everything has been working towards to for a long time, even if you never thought you’d have the chance to ever have Mark in your life again.

His look falters for a millisecond, flicking to your lips, then straight back to your eyes as if he shouldn’t have done that.

The corner of your mouth lifts slightly.

"Are you going to kiss me, Mark,” you whisper daringly. “or are you going to keep staring?"

You’re awfully aware of both of your breathing. Yours, heavy and wanting. His, light and barely existent.

"How do you know I wanna kiss you?" he croaks, a small crack in his voice underlying his question.

Because maybe a little part of you always wondered what it’d be like for Mark Lee to want to kiss you since you were kids—for him to send you that anxious starry-eyed yearning that could send your heart into cardiac arrest.

And now, from first-hand experience, you know it really does.  

You hold your breath and question back—

"Am I wrong?”

The tension in the air snaps. He’s fast to cup your cheeks and crash his mouth into yours. Soft lips move in tandem with yours as you rest your hands on his shoulders, lightly tugging at his body.

The first, tender kiss is quickly thrown aside, along with your shirts. The desire escalates immensely and you’re suddenly straddling him in the driver’s seat, now pushed back to give extra room for both individuals.

"Should we slow down?" you ask offhandedly at one point while Mark’s mouth leaves a hot trail down the side of your neck. At the same time, his fingers glide and grip onto your bare waist, making their way to grasp your breasts.

Mark jerks away from your neck and carefully caresses the back of your head. "Do you want to?"

"Mm-mm,” you hurriedly shake your head and drag him into another strong kiss.

The exciting rush continues to run through both bodies present. When you return to the passenger seat momentarily to rid of your pants, Mark shimmies his bottoms and briefs down to his ankles and pulls a condom from his glove compartment.

“How often do you have car sex?” you joke, straddling him once again after he wraps himself.

In his reclined position, Mark looks up and scans your body quickly, both indulging in your natural beauty and in disbelief that you are here with him right now, after all these years.

“Hey, a guy’s gotta be safe—fuck, God.”

All quips and logic are thrown out the window when you sit on his length.

You have one hand pressed against his defined stomach, the other on the car ceiling. Bouncing with no end in sight, you allow the pleasure to enrapture your senses. Muffled whimpers reverberate against the inner side of your wrist as you feel him deeply with every movement.

On the other hand, Mark tries his best to keep his focus on you, but the intensity breaks him down. He groans in pace with your moving body, and he tightens his hold on your waist.

“Mark—” you cry. You rip your hand from the car roof and, without thought, frantically push it against the driver’s window, smudging the frost that all your collective breathing conjured up. You’re surprisingly already coming undone, and so is your lover beneath you.

“I’m close,” he pants thickly. His hazy gaze attempts to meet your half-lidded eyes, but you’re losing control. All you can do is barely nod and as you’re about to bounce more vigorously, Mark releases your waist and raises himself upward, clutching your back and neck to lock lips fiercely with yours.

You barely can thrust against him, but you don’t need to at this point, because the kiss is simply enough to draw out his climax.

You’re pulled back to reality after a few moments, panting with your foreheads tipped against one another.

“And to counter your question from before,” Mark grins, still breathing heavily. “I’ll only stop rolling my sleeves up during practice if you stop tying your shirt up to show off your waist.”

You try to stifle a smirk, but it can’t be helped. You reply to him with a flutter of the tip of your nose against his.

“No deal, captain.”

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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Leggo!

...

You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more. 

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people. 

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course. 

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman. 

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss. 

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck. 

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

 “When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?” 

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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[chifuyusfingers]

Im obsessed with ur coloring in the boys tattoos works!! Could you do the reverse? Where they color in yours? With whoever u want!

~Tokyo revengers members Coloring Their S/O Tattoos.~

Mikey | Draken | Baji | Chifuyu

{Heya! I didn't put much into it but I hope you like it! And thank you though!}

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M i k e y

You had no hesitation letting him color your tattoos. “Have fun, babe.” You pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today you had thrown all your plans away just to be with mikey all day.

The wings on your forearm was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of yellow. “So, besides today, how have you been lately?” Your gaze swayed from him to the inside of your eyelids as you were drifting to sleep slowly. “Okay, I suppose. School is annoying.” He laughed and your heart twinged with love.

You chuckled and looked down at your arm. "Mikey you done?" All you could hear was just a "hm".

“Let’s just rest for a little bit I'm tired.” You pushed the markers into the grass and your arm wrapped itself around his waist as you pulled him down and into your side. Mikey couldn’t fight it as his ear was filled with the sound of your mellowing heartbeat. Your fingers danced in his hair till you knew he was fast asleep.

You stayed awake just looking at his angelic features as the sight of your multi-colored arm shifted your focus. It was so meaningless to him but you loved it as you knew that it came from his heart and mind.

It was him– perfect.

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B a j i

“Y/n! ” Baji called as he stepped into the large house. “I believe she's in the gazebo or her office, Mr.” One of the worked associates greeted baji at the front door. He grabbed the bags from baji's arms as he started walking. He was off towards the back of the house to find his fiancee.

“Y/n-!” he called as he rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo was empty. He stopped and stared for a moment. He was sure that this is where she'd be.

“Up here, my love.” A voice said as he looked up to see Y/n at her office balcony. “Hey there” he waved as your eyes squinted in a smile. “How was your day out?” you asked as you brought your teacup up to your lips. “It was okay~I have something to show you!” he called and held up a small shopping bag in his large hand. “I’ll be right up!” he raced back into the house and up the stairs to where you already stood waiting for him in the doorway to your office.

“What’s so amazing that you found today?” your eyebrow raised and he opened the bag quickly. “But first-” You interrupted you as you grabbed his face gently and gave him a passionate kiss. “What’s this for?” he asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. “Just happy to see you is all.” You smiled.

“Now, show mee.” he motioned to one of his hands that was stuck in the bag he held. He was brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

“…Markers?” you asked and your tone of voice made him laugh. “Not just any markers. They’re tattoo markers. They’re safe for the skin.” He corrected you and you rolled your eyes. “You’re still on this?” You asked with an amused expression. “Of course I am! This was the deal and my love for you is way too much so.” he said shoving them into your hands so you could inspect the box.

You read the back and you had to admit he was right.

“You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!” You knew he did it and that you had to hold up your part of the deal. “Okay fine.” You sighed as you handed the package back. “Yay! Beautiful Thank you!” He jumped and laid a gentle kiss on your nose.

“We can do it later before dinner.” You agreed.

—-

“Finally! You take forever.” He sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as baji sat next to you. “I couldn’t help it. Chifuyu that jackass didn’t want to hang up the phone.” he stood on his knees and moved behind you. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders as your head fell in an exasperated manner.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Y/n. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage.” You whined as you flopped down on the grass, your t-shirt lifting on your back.

“If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby.” He laughed and opened his pouch full of the tattoo markers.

He lifted the back of your shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A dragon with demons following was the full picture- a dark reality…that he were going to make colorful. What can he do he loves your tattoos so much.

He sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile you would spasm and try to make him mess-up. Yet, with a slight tug on your hair, you would become limp and obedient again.

“I’m almost done.” Was the phrase that almost made you weep with joy. “Finally.” You let it slip and you felt a tug on your hair again. “Ow.” You rubbed your head. You could feel him draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

“Finished.” He cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He showed it to you and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon’s faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. You saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

“Okay, my turn now!” You yelled and grabbed his arm. You struggled and pulled him to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in his hand. “Y/n, no.” he said strictly. “This wasn’t apart of the deal.” He expressed. “Excuse me? Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese.” Your english rambled off quickly from your tongue. He decided to just deal with it as you took your time drawing a mustache on his face along with random doodles you could think of.

You finally stopped your antics and took a picture with your phone to look at afterward. “You look so cute, look!” You pulled up the picture and shoved it in his face. “I look gross man!” He ridiculed but you wrapped him up in your arms quickly,

“My gross man.”

D r a k e n

You were on your period and hell you were pissed, your mood swings were just making the situation more shitty.

Draken on the other hand was just trying to help you but every now and then you'd snap at him for absolute no reason. "Oi, can you stop whining for once?"

He said with pretty much no emotion at all. And that's all it took for you to break down in tears.

Draken was taken aback, "babe hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that please stop crying- I". “Wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking. “Um-” He didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed your legs– pulling you closer to where he sat.

Draken took the permanent markers out which was on the floor for god knows why. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. “Wanna go first?” He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X’ in the grid.

“Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I’ll win next time.” You said laying back and closing his eyes.

The bottom of your shirt lifted and he could see the familiar black ink on your side. “Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights.” You pulled your shirt down and he let a laugh rip through your chest.

“Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo.” He said and you shrugged. “What about 'em?” You asked as his eyes closed once more. “Nothing. Just looking,” he sighed, “I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this.” One eye peeked open and you looked suspiciously at his figure. “Are you any good?"

Draken just chuckled at your question.

~~

“Give me one!” You lifted the side of your shirt and waited patiently.

He shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. You already had black ink staining your skin so he decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit your character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as you tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece he were currently working on. You planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door popped open. “Welcome back to Earth.” Mikey greeted. He capped the marker and helped you up.

"Why are you here" You asked while getting up, "Rude Y/n Chan, I'm still gonna answer your question though POLITELY, Ken-chin called us here so that we can go on a short trip or something to make your day better. Right ken-chin". Mikey looked over at draken, "Right whatever, can we go now?" He looked over at you for your response and all you did was kissed his neck because of your damn height and tagged along behind Mikey.

“Woah. You got a new tattoo?” Hina said as she lifted up your shirt and you shooed her hands away.

“Eventually.”

C h i f u y u

"I GONNA THROW UP ON YOU WITH ALL MY MIGHT IF YOU TRY TO GET NEAR MY TATTOOS MISTER " You exclaimed loudly as he started following you like a lost puppy around the kitchen, where you were busy making your 'grilled cheese'.

"Babe C'mom little color won't hurt and it's not like I'm trying to bite your tattoos off-". " See, there you said it, you're exactly gonna bite my tattoos off" Chifuyu sighed having enough of your nothings, he suddenly back hugged you, you can feel his large hands wrapped around your hip.

"What do you think you're doing?". You asked as you turned around to see his face,

"If you're not gonna let me color your tattoos then I prefer to stick with you like a koala, and you sure as hell know I ain't letting go." Chifuyu said and you eventually gave up because you knew nothing will change even if you don't agree with fuyu.

So now here you are sitting on chifuyu's lap as he continued to color the wallflower on your shoulder. "You done?". "Hold on a minute babe it's almost over, -All done" Chifuyu replied.

You sat up and started making your way to the mirror to see what he actually did " Y/N!!! Wait" chifuyu voice said and you turned around to see your boyfriend running over to you.

"Wha-", before you could finish your sentence he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. "The actual fuck chifuyu, what did you do! PUT ME DOWN YOU ASS"

"It's just better if you don't see it ya know, and I'll make sure you don't see it until I leave" Chifuyu chuckled quietly as he continued making his way to your bedroom.

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