#so I will just push this onto the dash and see what vibes are in my inbox tomorrow~

[lovelaetter]

I'LL MAKE YOU CRY — a 2k celebration work.

here are two things about you: one, you always had a weakness for pretty girls, and two, you've never been good at dealing with not getting the things you want.

word count: 3.7k

pairing: sub!idol!ningning x dom!idol!reader.

warnings: abuse of power, age difference (reader is a 2nd gen idol, in her 30s), noncon turned dubcon, semi-public sex, reader is a manipulative mean bitch with mommy dom vibes and is proud of it, ningning is just a confused, stupid baby and her brain goes fuzzy around older women, excess of en-dashes and italics because that’s how your fav author here is.

a/n: i need to stop mentioning a fic and then writing something completely different... anyways, this idea came to me after @wintersera sent me an ask (which i hope you don’t mind me writing this instead of answering, love), let’s say something clicked inside my head instantly. also, this was supposed to be way more noncon-ish but i wasn’t satisfied to how it was going. go to end of the work for more notes!

Bo-Ah caught you looking at Seulgi for too long one day and made sure to pinpoint how your weakness for pretty girls would get you in trouble, not exactly in those words but it was what she meant and neither as a scold but in a friend-ly, you will get in trouble and i won’t help you with it because i warned you enough way. It didn’t mean anything to you at the time as you met someone else and Seulgi no longer occupied space in your mind but now you see how that didn’t make her less right.

As hard as it is to believe, you didn’t drag Ningning to your dressing room with sex in mind. Sure, as the new object of your affection you had thought of it with her before, but your intentions today were genuine and nice, truly.

A break during the end of the year performance rehearsals and recordings, leading her through the SM’s building corridors, sitting down together in your room. An offer— you see, I’m working on my next album and there’s this song that I really want to include but it feels like it’s missing something, realization dawning in her face, and I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now, i’ve talked to the producers, they think it’s a good idea, that our voices fit… I could’ve asked someone else to talk to you obviously but I thought a more personal approach would be nicer. So, what do you think? Would you like to collaborate with— and a lovely reception, an eagerness to accept like you’ve never seen before, cutting you off— yes!, looking down in embarrassment right away but not holding back the biggest smile, I mean, of course, it would be an honor.

So no, you didn’t had sex in mind and yet, being alone with her, you allowed your mind to wander.

“You are a really pretty girl,” you say after a few minutes in silence just staring at her.

“Thank you,” she says, so low you barely hear it and flinches when you suddenly slide closer to her from your spot, elbow on the back of the couch, trapping her in place.

It happens too fast and in the end, Bo-Ah surely wasn’t wrong. Your hand rests on her knee for a moment, sliding up, up slowly, taking hold of her thigh — you’re looking for putting yourself in trouble at this point. Ningning follows your touch up her leg with her gaze, watches your hand for a moment before looking back at you, promptly parting her lips to speak.

Maybe it was the wide eyes, shining for you with a glimpse of fear and confusion or the so pretty, plump lips that she insisted on running her pink tongue over or the blush painting her cheeks or— maybe it was everything and the months of watching her from afar, fantasizing about her, it’s not the point, all it matters is that before she can say anything you lurch forward, lips crashing onto hers. Takes a moment for her to react, frozen, and when she does it’s what the part of you with a good sense of morality expects, using all in her to push you away.

Closes her legs so hard your wrist hurts, fists against your chest while squirming and whines and stops and what are you doings are falling from her mouth. Impatience creeps up your spine and you snap yanking your hand from between her thighs, taking one of her wrists in hand roughly, snorting, so close to her face your breaths mix. She tries to break free for a moment more, chest up and down fast while staring at your not-so-happy face.

Tilting your head to the side and arching an eyebrow like who asks you’re done?, says, “I’ve never been good at dealing with not getting what I want,” you lean over to whisper in her ear, “Also, I heard Minjeong would love to collaborate with me. Once in a lifetime opportunity, you know?

It’s cruel the way you say it and she’s not stupid, knows how to put two and two together, the tears sliding free down her cheeks. Whimpers as your lips move from her earlobe to her jaw and down her neck, easing your grip on her wrist and the hand on your chest pushing you away drops to her lap. You grin against her skin and mutter a good girl, hand crawling under her shirt to grab her waist, pulling her more into your body. Part of your brain tells you to snap, to tear her clothes from her, take her like you always imagined, but the other part knows better than scaring her more and that time isn’t in your favor; you’ve been away with her for a few minutes, you still have a performance to record and soon the break will be over and someone will come looking for both of you.

Looking at her you can’t help but coo when she gasps as your fingers slide under the hem of her bra and grope one of her tits, a smirk taking place in your lips. “No, honey, not like that, come on, let me see you,” as she tries to turn her head, your other hand taking hold of her jaw and forcing her to keep looking at you. 

You’ve fucked many girls in your life and yet, the euphoria that fills you upon hearing her moan and seeing her expression as you touch her is something completely new.

Her skin is feverish and your hands too cold making her shiver, not so gently taking one of her nipples between thumb and point finger, rolling and pulling it, eyebrows twitching and a whimper escaping past her lips. It’s accidental, her hands flying instantly to cover her mouth, and barely audible but enough to go straight to your core, to have you squeezing your legs looking for relief.

“You are a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” You say in a low tone, never breaking eye contact with her, “What about this?”

Your free hand follows the same path as the other underneath her shirt and her back arches in a wordless answer. There’s a sick satisfaction in making her fall apart while she insists it doesn’t feel good, in seeing her body betray her pleas for you to stop.

“Take this off,” you rush, pulling her shirt up. Ningning refuses to put her arms up and tries to pry your hands away from her body, claw-like nails digging into your arms as she keeps begging for you to stop but you don’t hesitate on slapping her hands away, forcing her arms up as well as her shirt in a swift movement. She stills, stares at you dumbfounded and you scoff, “What? It’s okay to play with your little tits but you draw the line at me seeing them?”

It’s not okay and you know it. She tries again to push you away when you lean closer to reach behind her back and open her bra, failing to realize her position between the couch and yourself and that all her squirming only gets her body more and more into yours. She stops then as the straps slide down her arms and the piece falls to her lap, chest to chest with you, her face twisting and there’s that noise again, the whimper that makes your insides burn. She looks too pretty, teary wide eyes and blushed cheeks, lips parted and tempting you for a kiss. The idea of sitting on her face crosses your mind and the mere thought of her looking up at you from between your legs with the same wide eyes makes your hole clench around nothing, you can feel yourself growing slick.

But now your tongue craves to taste her much more than your own cunt craves her mouth.

Even her skin tastes nice on your tongue, going gooseflesh as you suck on a certain point of her neck and the effect it has on her is some kind of sorcery. She seems to forget everything; the struggling, the begging, where you two are. Fails to keep quiet when your mouth reaches her breasts, taking one nipple gently between teeth and sucking it greedily. You feel her bucking her hips, searching for friction, and glance up at her, seeing the way she covers her mouth with a hand trying to muffle her noises, tears rolling down her cheeks while she stares into your eyes with a certain look that makes you grin against her chest — no more fear or disgust but shame for liking it something so vile being done against her.

After a few minutes you pull back to admire your work, her chest heaving, puffy nipples shining with spit and even though you know better than to leave marks, the bruise looks cute on the soft underside of her breast. Your hand slides down her belly in no time, toying with the hem of her sweatpants for a moment before sliding further down between her legs and she begins squirming again, gripping on your shoulder and trying to push you away in vain, making you chuckle, watching her face carefully.

It’s a sight to see, the way her fighting merges with acceptance, clenched fists against your chest at the same time she lifts one leg so her foot can rest on the couch, unconsciously — or not — spreading herself and making it much easier for you to feel her soaked entrance through her underwear. Suddenly so quiet as you pull it to the side, no stops or crying or begging, only a shaky you’re sick cut off by a moan as a finger slides inside her.

It takes one, two, three slow ins and outs and the press of your thumb on her clit to have her melting, hands that once pushed you away now grabbing onto your shirt just for the sake of it, pliant under you like you wanted her to be from the beginning. Still, it’s not enough.

Your movements slow down almost to the point of stopping, no other choice for her but move on her own trying to feel something and you let her.

“Ningning?” She hums absently in answer, more cunt-thinking than anything else. You kiss her cheek lovingly and drag your lips to her ear to whisper, “Why aren’t you screaming?”

Ningning stills and frowns, blinking at you. “What?”

“Why aren’t you screaming? I never tried to stop you from doing so.”

She just stares at you in confusion, mouth open-close-open-close like a fish out of water, “I don’t—”

“None of that! Just admit it, silly girl, it’s nice, isn’t it?” She moans loudly as your thumb is suddenly too fast and slippery over her clit and your hand is fast over her mouth, hissing quiet! through teeth. “I’ll ask you again, why aren’t you screaming?”

You uncover her mouth and she takes a few deep breaths. She looks down between your bodies, at where your hand disappears and moves inside her pants and the squelching noises get louder as her hole gets wetter around your finger. When she looks back at you, her lips tremble and the tears are back in her eyes, ready to spill. It’s really quiet, between sniffs and if you weren’t so close to her you certainly wouldn’t have heard it, “Because… Because I like it?”

There she is.

“You do?” Your smile is so big your cheeks hurt, voice sugar coated and you know you look crazy or sick like she called you. “That’s my girl!”

You take her lips and there’s a brief moment of resisting before she’s yours completely, the tension leaving her body; parting her lips to let your tongue in. You pull away and she moves forward, following you with a pout, needing more, whining as you push her to lay back again. As you slide down to your knees, Ningning lifts her hips without you saying a thing, squirming impatiently when you take time to unlace and take off her sneakers, like the minutes aren’t passing — like you aren’t salivating.

Ningning is not the biggest example of patience, shoves her own pants and underwear down and spreads her legs wide, sitting more at the edge of the couch, closer to your face. Pretty just like you thought she would be, soaked and glistening under the lights, wetness sliding out of her cunt and down to her ass.

“Look at you,” you say, kissing a path on the inside of her thighs but never looking away and she squirms a bit uncomfortably under the weight of your stare.

Hands in your hair urge your mouth closer and you’re too desperate to tell her to not touch, so instead, you give in.

She’s salty and sweet and so much better than you could’ve imagined, mouth wide open and not holding back, doing your best to savor every single drop she gives you and more. Too wet, too much, tries to close her legs when your nose bumps repeatedly against her clit, which has you using both hands to force her legs spread and barking for her to stop moving. She struggles to keep quiet and it’s totally your fault, you should be careful, but there has never been anything careful about the way you eat pussy and it shouldn’t be different with her, especially with her. Head side to side, tongue flat and up, up, down, down, deeper into her hole—

You sit back on your heels, panting, fingers replacing your mouth on her slit and smearing arousal all over her puffy lips, her breath hitching when your middle and index finger slide inside her with ease while you watch slightly in awe, straight and deep, scissoring movements to stretch her open, her eyes rolling back when you crook them up.

Ningning curses under her breath, toys with her own tits in a failed way to try and mimic how you played with them earlier, the constant rubbing of your fingers against the spongy spot inside her being too much for her to think straight and not enough for her to cum and you know that, it’s on purpose and all on your face, a shark-like grin, your eyes flickering between her pretty face, eyes closed shut and biting her lip so hard you worry she might hurt herself, and her pussy, how your fingers come out more wet at each pump and her clit is begging for your attention.

She can barely open her eyes, a small line that is more tears than anything else looking down at you. Reaches for your wrist and pulls it more into her, fingers deeper, holding it so tightly it hurts, gasps, “Just a little—”

Kissing her mound, you nod, “Shh, I know, honey, I know.”

And you do know, not thinking much before using your free hand to expose her clit and spitting on it, action that has her almost sliding from the couch with how hard her hips buck. Slippery and red and aching, you wrap your lips around it and moan against her, sucking mercilessly.

If you were in the mood to be meaner, you would hold her down; if you had more time, you would be meaner; if you weren’t in a dressing room fucking her during a break and risking being caught, you would have more time, so you let her have her fun rocking against your face in a desperate search for relieve, almost like fucking your mouth.

Ningning tosses her head back and you can’t see more than her mouth falling in a soundless scream, your hand crawling up her torso to touch the breasts she had now let go and it’s impossible to drag you deeper and yet it’s what it feels like with her walls clenching around your fingers.

There’s a soft touch on your forehead, a push, harder and harder when your mouth doesn’t back away from her core, a cry from above you, “S-top, I can’t—”

You barely move to speak, annoyed, “Don’t you dare push me away again.”

She doesn’t.

It’s not for her pleasure anymore but yours and you couldn’t care less, slurping noises filling the room, the thought of if someone outside can hear it crossing your mind. The way her body curls up, small hands grabbing at your hair to the point it hurts, her pretty face twisted in such a scowl that if you didn’t know you would think she is in pain with the moments that pass and your tongue doesn’t stop swirling around the sensitive bud between her legs driving her into overstimulation, all of it makes your desire to keep going until she’s wasted increase and it’s a shame that you can’t. To her relief you let go of her clit with a wet, loud sound, tongue flat in a last taste, and her body falls slack back on the couch, breathless, subtle twitches of her legs as you kiss the inside of her thighs, pumping your fingers a few more times before pulling out just to hear her whine again.

You stare at your glistening fingers, ready to lick them clean before an idea pops into your mind, rising from the floor to sit by her side. Ningning opens her eyes as you get closer to her, teary orbs widening as you grab her by the neck, not saying a thing before shoving your fingers past her already parted lips and filling her mouth with her own taste. You don’t apologize when you reach too deep and she gags, instead presses down on her tongue and smiles proudly when she starts to suck.

“Good girl,” you mutter, transfixed by the way her lips wrap around your fingers and her head bobs slightly, one hand holding your hand in place, eyes looking into yours, “I told you it was going to be nice, didn’t I?”

“It was,” she says, letting go of your wrist and your digits fall from her lips, your hand sliding to her waist, leaving a trail of spit behind. She smiles, “I had fun.”

Ningning looks cute, at ease, like a switch had been flipped inside her head considering how she was struggling against you minutes before, now not caring that she’s still completely naked in front of you nor about the way you hungrily stare down at her.

“You should get dressed, soon someone will come looking for you.”

Her face falls, something close to disappointment washing over it and not going unnoticed by you, caressing her cheek and making her look at you while arching an eyebrow as if who says what?

Ningning huffs and blows a strand of hair a bit childishly, then gestures to your body, “You don’t want me to… repay the favor?”

“Are you that desperate to touch me?” You say nonchalantly, smirking at the way her face reddens twice more and she stutters to explain herself. “I’m messing with you. Next time, yeah? Now get dressed.”

It’s adorable the way her eyes shine at the mention of next time, nodding happily. You get up and walk to your vanity desk, looking through your makeup artist’s things in search of something to clean her face. Shooting a glance to the mirror, you watch her.

It feeds your ego to see a girl shaking and looking a bit lost because of what you did to her and it’s no different with Ningning, flushed face and pouting, too numb to properly stand and almost tripping on her pants. She struggles with her bra and you step closer, motioning for her to turn around and she promptly obeys, murmuring a quiet thank you when you clasp the piece.

She doesn’t object when you hold her chin, wiping her tears and mascara stained cheeks with cleansing tissues. “Unnie?”

“Hm?”

She chews on her lip nervously. “Are we… Can I… I mean, were you serious about the song?”

You tilt your head, frowning at her. She has her reasons to doubt you, you know that, but you can’t help but get offended. 

“What, you think I lied to you? That I said that just to fuck you? You really think so low of me?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically, has a hard time speaking because of how harshly you’re grabbing her face, “No, no, but you said Minjeong—”

“And? I say a lot of things when I’m mad. I do want you on the song, Ningning,” you say, more bitterly than you really meant, “but she’s a good second choice if you keep acting up.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Yeah, you better not.” You let go of her and walk to the other side of the room, throwing the wipes on the small trash can. There’s silence, only the annoying repetitive noise of the ceiling fan as you scribble your number down on a piece of paper, even adding a small heart and handing it to her. She takes it, unfolds to take a look and gasps, corner of her lips curving upward. “Don’t lose it, call me or text me tonight. I will also ask my manager to contact your team.”

“Oka—”

You cut her off with a kiss, hands flying to her waist and pulling her closer. Ningning moans against your lips and you wish you could torture her for a little more, savor her for just a few more minutes, but there’s a knock on the door, the familiar voice of her manager making her head snap around. She pouts, not wanting to let go either, turning back to you with a questioning look.

“What happened here, it stays between us,” she nods, giggling girlishly as you boop her nose and give her a last peck on the lips. “Now go.”

She leaves with a look over her shoulder and a small wave, to which you wink in return and mouth a call me, blush creeping up her face instantly. Afterwards, sitting down with your makeup artist doing her work on your face, you think about how much easier it is to play with her than you thought it would be — and how it might last.

a/n: so...that was it. i'm sorry if it feels rushed in certain parts and if it lacks on others, it’s not my best work and i wish i could’ve done something better but at certain point this was really stressing me out 😭 we hit 2k followers a few days ago and i'm really thankful for all of you guys and the support, it feels good knowing that there people out there that think like me! i'm sorry for not being as active as in the beginning, i'll try my best to fix that!

i think a few changes are going to happen, i don't know, i still have a lot of asks to answer and i don't know when i'll finish that, in a few days my anon inbox will be closed again 😭 i hope you guys understand that, i'm not ignoring anyone, it just overwhelms me! maybe i'll post more long fics, i have some ideas, or maybe just make more of my own posts like i said once... let's see!

i love all of you, thanks for being here with me for this whole year — yep, we also hit one year!

with love, simi 🤍

#writing.txt #aespa smut #ningning smut #ningning x reader #ning yizhuo x reader #girlgroup smut #gxg smut #aespa imagines #ningning imagines #cw: dubcon #cw: age difference #cw: power imbalance

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a/n: all aboard the h0rny choo choo train

Pairing: Professor John Price x fem!reader x Mr Simon Riley

contain smut(18+), minors bACK OFF, AGELESS & UNTITLED ACCOUNTS WILL BE BLOCKED!!

Notes:

✎…Banner taken from Pinterest ✎…Reader's texts are in purple ✎…Want to be added into a tag list? click here ✎…Part 1 is introduction, just me setting the scene for our reader and displaying the vibes from Price and Riley in this AU ✎…Part 2 (you're here!) is smut :) ✎…Chocolate is just my thoughts, process, notes, recommendations and future planning for the series, I welcome discussions over there if you're interested :D

Tags: ungodly amount of praises(self indulgent fr), power dynamic(dom!Price), sub!fem reader, sub!Simon(*winks* -whimpering and stuff yk), oral(f!receiving - Price giving), p in v sex(Simon fucking ya), very small dash/hint of exhibitionism, implication of Price x Ghost (they kissed and Price dom both u and Ghost), aftercare - let me know if I missed anything else

➵ Part 1 | ➵ Part 2

ogeh for those who didn't read part 1, in short you're now in Price's office with Simon and the spicy is about to happen after you consent wheeze-

Yes…yes please…

You managed to speak as their faces leaned closer, staring at your lips as they fought to kiss you, foreheads brushing each other harshly as Prof. Price let out a frustrated sigh.

Let her choose then.

Once again, they stare back at you, Prof. Price giving you a smirk as he traced his hand around your neck while Mr. Riley tilted your chin, giving you a desperate stare as you gulped. You let out a soft chuckle as you darted your eyes between them.

Will this affect my grades?

That made them stop dead in their tracks, before Prof Price laughed hard. You felt the rumble and vibration of his chest on your back as Mr. Riley scoffs. 

Only one way to find out.

You blushed slightly as you contemplated, your eyes flicking over to Prof Price’s lips and then to Riley’s, but ultimately you reached out your hands and leaned forward towards him.

M-Mr. Riley sir...

Call me Simon, love.

A smug look is evident on his face as Prof Price only hums and lets go of you. Simon held your hands and brushed your wrists slightly as he stared into your eyes before closing in the distance, ghosting his lips slightly on yours as he asked once again.

Are you sure you want this?

You nodded again before a few taps on your neck reminded you.

Yes….Simon….

With the way his name rolled off your tongue, he let out another breath as he finally connected his lips to you. It was soft and sweet, slow and gentle, as if he were testing the water, one eye opening to see you in the midst of the kiss to observe you. You were in complete bliss, with your eyes closed as you melted under him, memorising every feeling and taste of his hot lips on yours. As you pulled apart slightly, he only gave you half a second to breathe before he latched onto you again; this time the kiss was much more aggressive and desperate.

God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.

He breathes between kisses, hands holding onto your cheek as you moan softly, feeling ticklish when Prof Price also indulges himself on you, trailing wet kisses around your neck while he holds onto your waist, trailing downwards slowly before giving your thigh a squeeze through your skirt.

P-professor…?

Let me feel you, sweetheart, can I?

He rasped against your ears as you gave a nod, muttering a small “yes” to which Prof Price immediately turned you to face him, so now your back is leaning against Simon. You watched with anticipation as Prof Price let his hand roam around your thighs through the fabric, teasingly squeezing sometimes, before he grabbed the end of your skirt, pushing it upwards to your hips until your legs were in full display.

Christ, so this is what you’ve been hiding from us...

He licked his lips before holding your ankle, putting featherlight kisses from there as he trailed up towards your hips, deliberately not giving your inner thighs the attention as he hummed. You let out a shaky exhale as he stopped just shy of where your underwear is, which is still hidden under your skirt.

Be a good girl, and show us, would you?

Simon whispered into your ears, hands moving down from your hips down to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart and holding them up with his rough hands. You were beyond flushed at this rate as you realised how wet you were, an obvious damp forming in your high-rise brief that was baby blue with floral patterns of white camellia and tiny roses. You could hear Simon let out a small chuckle as he looked down.

Cute.

Prof Price tuts as he runs his hands along the lace at the waist opening, tugging it slightly and watching it snap, making your skin jolt slightly as you let out a quiet whine.

Professor…please…

Please, what hm?

You bit your lips as you turned away, burying your neck in Simon’s chest while your hands were twisting on his shirt. Simon kissed your head, his voice deep and low, as he urged you again by squeezing your thighs.

You've got to tell him what you want, that’s what good girls do yes?...

You take in another sharp inhale before finally muttering as you flutter your eyelashes and glance at Prof Price with doe eyes.

Can you touch me more? D-down there… please sir?

Attagirl…

He gives you a kiss on your forehead before finally tracing his finger around your brief and pressing his thumb on your aching clit, giving you the attention you desperately needed. He starts trailing a circle around it before using his fingers and swiping along your folds with an up and down motion, hissing at how incredibly wet you are.

Shit… all this for me? Mmm fuck…

You swallowed your moans, cranking your neck deeper into Simon’s chest and arching your back slightly every time his knuckles barely touched your clit. Prof Price seized this opportunity by kissing your exposed neck and gently nibbling it, careful not to leave any marks as he groans.

You needed more.

You grab his arm, fingers digging slightly into his biceps as you stare back at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind already foggy when they barely did anything.

Prof Price seemed to get your wordless pleas and smirk against your neck, giving it one more bite on your neck before he retracted his fingers as well. You looked back at him with a confused expression, watching as he gave Simon a look before kneeling before you as he rested his hands on your inner thigh.

Almost like on cue, Simon then takes off your brief, stuffing it into his pocket as he leans back, pulling you with him as he wraps his arm around your waist, expertly pulling the skirt and tossing it away. You gulped hard as you took in the situation, shaky hands covering your mouth as you stared down nervously.

You felt Prof Price’s hot breath against your now soaking sex; you heard him mumble something before he kissed your clit, then slowly on your entire folds, groaning against it and sending electric waves of pleasure straight to your spine. He licks up a stripe of your slit, making you whimper as you let out a muffled moan.

Want to hear you, pretty girl.

The vibration of his voice on your core makes you dizzy. You comply as you let go of your hand, unsure where to place it before deciding to rest it on Prof Price’s hair.

That’s it...use whatever you can grab and hang on to it.

He whispers before sucking your clit, another moan escapes as you try to close your legs, but Prof Price’s hands were firm, pressing and pinning your leg as he continued lapping at your pussy, taking in every sweet juice that was leaking out of your hole. You mewled, hands gripping onto his hair, legs already trembling as you felt the familiar coiling feeling around your tummy. As you slowly let more noises out, choking out a sob moan when you felt Prof Price’s tongue drawing letters on your bundle of nerves, you felt a pair of hands sneaking under your white button shirt, slowly raising up until it rested on your bra, fingers clasping around it with ease as Simon whispered into your ears.

Feels good, hm?

You let out a whine as he pulled down your bra, rosy pink nipples so hard that they were poking out from your shirt. He gave a low curse as he groped around your meaty flesh, trailing circles around your nipples as he kissed your ears, pinching them and smirking as he was satisfied that he had pulled a few high-pitched moans from you with that action. 

With the combination of Professor Price’s brutal pace of eating you out like it was his last meal and Simon’s teasing touches on your breast, you were quick to turn into a whiny, moaning mess. Pleas and names fall from your mouth as your body shutters from the pleasure you were receiving.

f-fuck…mmm…please please please-

Fuckk… taste so good love, god if I would’ve known-

Good girl, shhhhh shh shh....doing so well for us, hmmm?

Simon hushed and swallowed every sound you made when you got a bit too loud by kissing you deep, groaning, and letting out a small "mmhmm" himself as Prof Price thrust his tongue into your drenched pussy. He could feel you twitching as he dived deeper into you, his nose nudging your sensitive clit in the best way as he angled himself.

F-fuck…mmm s-sir!! No wait- haaaah - mmmm gonna cum-

Come for me darling, come on my tongue...I know you can do it

P-Price!!

With a silent yell and head thrown back, you arch your back as you come into his mouth, his deep groan sending your head spiralling as he remains still, lapping away the remaining juices until you push yourself away, whimpering when the oversensitivity starts to hurt.

Goddamn, you taste so fucking good, sweet girl.

He whispered as he stood up; you watched as your spend was covering his beard, glistening under the light; he licked on his lip as he gave you a devilish smirk; then leaning in as you felt you get pushed up, then you hear another groan and a soft moan.

Simon was kissing Price, licking around his lips and panting as he tried to take up all the juices. The scene made you blush at how hot that looked. Simon pulled away as a string of saliva connects between his and Price’s lips, staring back at you as he wiped it away with the back of his palm. 

He removed his shirt and trousers, revealing his toned body adorned with an intricate tattoo that covers his sleeves. You gasped slightly as you ran your fingers over them before getting lifted up by Price as he once again pulled you in to lean on his back.

You watch as Simon now stands before you, essentially getting caged in the middle between them as he kisses you. You can almost taste your own through his lips as the heated make-out continues. He pulled away, grinding himself on your thigh as you let out a moan, feeling just how hard and how big he was. You gave a gulp as you looked down and saw the obvious tent in his boxers, which…had skull patterns.

A small breath left your chest in a wheeze as Simon frowned slightly, biting your neck as he whispered huskily.

What’s so funny, hm?

You giggled slightly before whispering back as you tugged his boxers slightly.

Nothing.

He hums back a reply and watches as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit, until his cock sprung free from the confines. You let out a gasp when you realised just how thick and veiny he is, and god you can already tell you’re gonna feel him for days. 

Oh…

You mumble with a blushing face as you slide your hand and circle the tip with your thumb. Simon groans as he leans forward with both arms resting on the table beside Price, his head digging into your neck as he kisses sloppily.

You can take him, can you?

You bite your lips as you stroke Simon further, anxiously nodding as Price nibbles on your ears, then he lifts one of your legs up with his hand as Simon lines himself up to your entrance. Anticipation pooling in your eyes as you hold your breath, feeling the tip of his cock slip up and down your folds, collecting the juices you had and mixing them with his precum. With a whispered warning, Simon then pushes the tip in as both of you groan in unison.

You grabbed onto his shoulder as he slowly eased in his length, shushing and cooing you the entire process before finally nestling deep inside of you. You felt him twitch as he let out a shaky exhale.

Fuck you’re so goddamn tight….shhhh shh I know I know, doing so well for me sweet girl…a-ah fuck…this pussy…

You whimpered and sobbed slightly when his hard cock bumped your cervix, claws digging into his back as pain and pleasure mixed together. He laid still for a few moments before breathless whisper into your ears. 

Can I move now…please? God you feel so good…

As you moan in reply and move your hips, he takes that as a yes as he slowly pulls out before completely plunging back into you in one motion. Your grip on him gets tighter as you dig your nails into his back, the action only spurring him further as he picks up his pace, biting down on your neck as he leaves the first of many purple spots on your soft skin.

F-fuck…s-so big… God, you feel so good. Si….hah-p-please…

Your pleas and moans got much louder, which was immediately handled as Price covered your mouth, his fingers digging into your thighs with a harsher force as he shushed you.

Shh shh…yeah feels good on his dick isnt it? But you need to be quiet darling…hush now…anyone can walk in on us…

That made your insides clench, and Simon groaned with a hiss as your gummy wall contracted around him, practically milking him at this rate. The fact that you could be caught at any moment, the risk of it all turned you on.

You nearly wailed when Simon hit you just right on the soft, spongy spot of yours. You felt him smiling against your neck as he readjusted himself, getting closer to you as he continued to strike at your weakest, most sensitive spot. You felt your orgasm quickly arriving as tears pricked at the edge of your eyes.

Mmmm-mmclose-!

You whimpered in a muffled tone as Price kissed the nape of your neck and Simon began to thrust faster.

Fuck….thats it…come on, this cock...be a good girl and come for me-

You were about to have the best orgasm of your life before a knock on the door made everything stop. It was as if time was frozen as you held your breath, horror and panic seeping into your eyes as you trembled. You could even feel Simon’s change in demeanour as he bit his lips.

Professor? This is Dr Gaz, ye free mate?

You glanced back up at Price with glossy eyes as you shook your head. Who knew what he said earlier was actually going to happen? And speaking of what he said, were the doors even locked?

However, it seems Price was unbothered, only giving you a calm look, but something about his eyes made you rethink that. You were right in your guts as Price slightly pushed you forward, making you jolt as it meant pushing yourself further into Simon’s dick, and that made Simon fucking whimpers as he choked on his breath. Price tsked softly as he yanked Simon’s hair, forcing him to look at him.

Quiet, you don’t want to get caught again, do you?

Simon hissed before nodding slightly, a frown and desperate look evident on his face.

Good boy.

You swear that you felt his already hard cock grow, stretching you out further as you bite on your lips, drawing blood at this rate as you try to hide your sounds, but it is incredibly difficult, especially when you are seconds away from achieving your high.

Price? Huh, it looks like he’s out.

You waited with shaky breaths, hearing until the sound of footsteps faded out, before relaxing again, sighing in relief, then hitching your breath again when Simon started moving suddenly at a relentless pace.

W-wait!! waitwaitwait-aH!

You slurred your words as Simon pounded you, feeling his ragged breathing and whines as he himself chased his high.

Fuckkk im not gonna last… shit-

S-Simon!!

You choked out as you clung onto him, your walls spasming around him as you felt his hips stuttering as he dug himself impossibly deep inside you.

Where do you want it, pretty girl?

Price rasped into your eyes as your mind grew hazy, pressing his hand onto your tummy, which made you almost scream out as you tried to answer back, drooling slightly as you barely got the words out.

o-outside… aHhh shit- mmmm g-gonna c-comeee!

G-good girl….hngn…go on... I want to feel you come. Come for me, my good girl-

You succumbed to the overwhelming feeling as you arched your back and threw your head backwards, clenching around Simon’s cock like a vice as he lay still, moaning into your ears as he waited till you came down from your high. He hissed as he took out his drenched dick, furiously pumping it as you slumped onto Price.

S-Simon…

You urged him on as you shakily caressed his neck; he rested his forehead on yours as he finally came, uttering strings of "yes" and your name as he let out ropes of white onto your tummy.

Good job, you did so well for us...such a good, good girl...and you did well too Simon...

Price purred as he gave Simon’s hair a ruffle before kissing your head as well. You breathed out with a satisfying smile as you picked up some of Simon’s spend and watched it trail around your finger, utterly in bliss as Simon watched you lick it and moan around your own digits.

God damn minx...

All three of you took a moment to calm down, basking in the afterglow, before you felt Price holding you up and carrying you to the sofa nearby, carefully placing you down on the soft fabric as he motioned to Simon with a tilt of his head. You heard shuffling sounds; presumably Simon was picking up his and your stuff as Price left, only to return later with a damped hanky as he wiped your tummy and thighs, being attentive as he avoided your sensitive area.

You blushed at the softness of their actions as Simon helped you wear back your skirt. You tried to sit up to leave only to be pushed back down by Price.

Rest for a bit, I’ll drive you back later.

You know where I live?

I don’t, as a matter of fact, but you can tell me later, alright, sweetheart?

You nodded and lay back down as Simon sat down beside you, with Price looming over you as he sat on the couch armrest.

A few silent moments passed before you cleared your throat as you spoke.

So do you guys do this often?...

Simon snapped his head back to you with widened eyes as you smiled, gesturing to yourself as you laughed.

Fucking your students, I mean...

No. We’ll admit, you’re the first.

Price said confidently as he poked your forehead, shaking his head in disapproval before he thought for a moment, locking his eyes with Simon, seeing his neck burning up as he turned away.

But we do have fun with each other sometimes.

John.

Oh, come on, it’s obvious now, isn’t it?

You hummed back as you stared at Simon, then back at Price, giggling slightly when Price flashed you a grin as Simon's face grew redder by the second.

Is that true, Simon?

He doesn’t answer you, only grunting as he glares at you from the corner of his eyes. You gave a laugh as you patted his back gently, grinning as you took in his bashful look, one that you wished to commit to your memory forever.

You wonder how the next encounter with them will be like as you let the situation sink in. Oh my god, you were quite literally fucked by your lecturers.

Next time, we should probably do this somewhere else. We can’t have others bother us again.

Simon nods at that as he rests his head on the couch beside you. 

wait….there’s a next time???

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a/n: okay look, Idk if anyone knows what im talking about when I was describing the undies, its these ones from Uniqlo- they're literally the most comfy undies ever and the lace doesn't itch at all XD I swear they're cute, anyways- come say hi in chocolate if you want to hear more of my thoughts with the fic

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[fizzyforlifebitch13]

An idea: Zedd decides he wants a different "pet" and puts Izzy under power-of-love-proof mind control. Billy's "not this shit again" energy goes through the roof with yet another evil green ranger. What would Izzy's dynamics with the villains be like? How would seeing her like this affect the rest of the team, especially Javi and Fern?

decided to make you're idea into a fic so sorry for the long delay and manage to made your idea earlier into a fic enjoy ^-^

“Doodrip get down here” A monster teleports down, as Squilla said over her phone. “Who’s that?” As Doodrip teleported onto the battlefield, Zayo questioned. “Doodrip, reporting for duty!” His name made Izzy laugh. “Doodrip? That’s your name? Man, you should sue your mom.” After that, Doodrip becomes enraged and releases a poisonous spray on the ranger. 

When they got sprayed, every Ranger groans, and Izzy begins to feel strange. “What just happened?” Aiyon attempts to shake off the spray from his suit, expressing disgust about it. Izzy groans more and grips her head, feeling lightheaded, which causes the others to stare at her with concern. “That’s poison Zedd used to turn Ranger evil.” Doodrip smirked and remarked to them.

Izzy began grumbling to herself after hearing what he had said. "No, no please, I don't want to hurt them," she said, attempting to get the feelings from her head. “No evil vibes here.” Javi laughs nervously as he observes his sister, who is still holding her head and not hearing what she just said. “If you had any brains, you'd know the poison was designed only for that Green Ranger.” Lord Zedd yelled at Doodrip before gesturing to Izzy.

“Wait. Does this mean…” When Aiyon realizes why Izzy is feeling lightheaded, he turns to face her and looks at Izzy who is turning around to face them her entire body glowing for a brief moment. The others then give Izzy a terrified and anxious expression. “Zed has a new ally.” Ollie was pushed away by Izzy as she rushed toward him, grabbing the cosmic key and making it impossible for him to get it back. “Izzy no!” As the others rush to his aid, Ollie makes another attempt to reclaim the cosmic key but is only given another beating.

“Cosmic gateway, activate.” The other Rangers shouted as they started to roll away as Izzy opened a portal directly in front of them. Zayto and the others groan they can’t even process what just happened when Lord Zedd blasts Zayto towards the portal the others then shout seeing what just happened. “Zayto!” When Aiyon tries to rush to Zayto to save him, the portal closes and it's too late for Aiyon to save him. “No!” When Aiyon is unable to get to Zayto in time, he becomes extremely upset.

“Izzy! How could you?” Amelia screamed at Izzy as she ducked under her attack. “Easily” Izzy then goes back to attacking Amelia, grunting a little when Javi stops her. “Izzy stop!” Holding Izzy in place, Javi yelled at her to stop attacking Amelia. “No more portals!” Amelia then takes the cosmic key away from Izzy’s sword.

Izzy is able to escape Amelia and Javi and launches an attack on them. “I just got him back…” Trying not to cry over what had happened, Aiyon remarked as he knelt down. “Great another evil green ranger.” Billy murmured to himself as he thought back to Tommy's previous experiences. Billy then makes the decision to assist the other rangers by stopping Izzy before she can attack Javi and Amelia.

“Garcia please calm down.” Billy was then elbowed in the chest, causing his grip on Izzy to loosen and allowing her to escape. “Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Ha! Hilarious you did all right Doodrip still you’re fired.” Then, Lord Zedd shoved him aside and raised his staff in preparation to fight the rangers. “What?” Doodrip claimed he was confused when Lord Zedd shoved him out of the way and the Zentinals dragged him away. “Take him away!” The other monsters, including Squillia, followed Lord Zedd as he dashed toward the rangers, prepared to fight. “Wait, no! I was an employee of the month!” Doodrip resisted, but the Zentinals still dragged him away.

“Izzy please snap out of it it’s me Javi you’re brother!” Even as Javi begged Izzy to pull her out of the poison, she attacked him nonetheless. “Izzy please-” Amelia then saw a Zentinal advancing on her and was ready to avoid it, but just in time, a morphed Mick attacked the Zentinal. “Hi don’t mind me.” Mick said with a smile, oblivious to the previous events. “Mick’s morphed? Whoa.” Amelia successfully dodges Izzy's attacks. 

“Izzy please come back we need you.” Javi begs as he protects Amelia, who is struck very hard in the chest. “Fern needs you!” Then, upon hearing Fern's name, Izzy abruptly stopped attacking them. “Fern needs you she wants you to come home to her so please snap out of it!” Though Javi screams in desperation, he sees a possibility that his little sister is still inside when he realizes that Izzy is no longer attacking them.

When Izzy stopped attacking them and started to hear voices in her head, she started shouting out of pain. “STOP PLEASE.” Izzy has trouble breathing well, so she takes off her helmet. “Izzy-” Just as Javi was ready to go help Izzy, Lord Zedd abruptly blasted him away. After that, Lord Zedd uses his staff to pin Izzy to the ground. “Inkworth! Give me the syringe!” Then, with a syringe in hand, Inkworth teleports next to Lord Zedd.

“No what are you gonna do to her!” Just as Javi was going to get up to save Izzy, the Zentinals grabbed him. “Javi!” Amelia was ready to assist Javi when she saw him being held captive by the Zentinals, but she was also taken hostage by them. “Guys!” When Mick noticed that they were both in danger, he yelled and tried to hurry toward them, but more Zentinals stopped him. “Billy!”

Aiyon was captured by the Zentinals when he attempted to reach them secretly, while Billy heard the others screaming for help at that point. “No!” Ollie, who had just woken up from Izzy's beating, yelled. The syringe is then taken from Inkworth by Lord Zedd, who gradually advances it toward Izzy's neck. “Please no…” Izzy whimpered and then let out a groan when the syringe was inserted into her neck.

“Fern…”

“What did you do to her!” Billy shouts at Lord Zedd, growing angry. As he took off his staff on Izzy, Lord Zedd simply laughed maniacally. “Rise my Evil Green Ranger…” Then Izzy gets to her feet and puts back on her helmet, all emotion gone from her face. “Not again…”

Afterwards, the rangers saw The Morphin Masters being drawn into a tube and grabbed by a beam of light. “That’s it!” When Javi managed to get free from the Zentinals holding him, The Red Morphin Mastered noticed him and tossed Javi his staff. Javi saw a vision of an altar being struck by lightning as The Red Morphin Master was speaking as he managed to capture the staff. “You know where to go.”

Afterward, Javi uses the sprint dino key in order to free the others, and just as he was ready to help Izzy, Billy stops him. “What are you doing-” Billy then cut off Javi's words and said. “We can rescue her later let’s go.”

Javi then looks at Izzy who’s still emotionless.

“Fine let’s go….”

“I’ll come back to you sis and will bring you home to Fern….”

Teleports away with the others.

#izzy x fern #fizzy #izzy garcia #fern (power rangers) #power rangers #power rangers cosmic fury #cosmic fury #tess #tessa rao #jacqueline joe #I just like making them suffer at this point

[star2fishmeg]

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ

Pairing: Todoroki Yosuke x f!reader

Summary: ah, Oya High! The bane of y/n's existence! Why? Because she hated Todoroki's guts, or does she?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, degrading language, fluffy ig?

Authors Notes: I bet Yosuke could actually treat someone so well if he had charisma

Requests: @shiropatootie

She lay sprawled out on her bed, phone pressed against her ear listening to her brother ask a 'small favour'. The weather had taken a turn that afternoon, the heavens opening to rain with a dash of doom and gloom in the atmosphere, and her brother left for Oya the morning without an umbrella.

She groaned, rolling onto her back, "Ew why should I?...No, what if he's there? I can't stand his face, it's so condescending and he just haaas to be wherever I am," She exasperated, ending the call after giving in to his whines. It was true, l/n y/n and Todoroki Yosuke hadn't gotten along since the day they met, which, by the way, was an absolute nightmare. She called him ugly, he called her pig-like, she pulled his hair, he punched her, you get the gist. Now they avoid each other, truly repulsed by each other's presence.

♡

The worst thing about miserable weather and Oya High was that everyone seemed to cram into the school at once, congesting every possible hallway. Y/n, being a female, ducked and weaved through, clutching the umbrella in her fist, grumbling profanities as she barged through towards her sibling's common spot (which was just another manky classroom with a couple torn sofas in and porn posters on the walls). Times like these made her wish she didn't have a day off, she liked her job anyway, but dealing with a school full of men was not the vibe.

Sliding the door with vigour, she pelted the umbrella at her brother, who was lounged out on a sofa in the corner, "Ow, what the fuck, y/n?" He whined, rubbing his chest where the item collided.

Folding her arms, she cocked a brow, "You asked, you shall recieve. You're such a dumbarse, next time, don't even call." She turned on her heel to make the trek through the halls again, fighting off the yelling when her exit was blocked. Tall, slender, uniform worn perfectly? "Fuck outta my way, ugly."

Smirking, Todoroki stepped closer, sliding the door shut behind him. "I don't think you'd want to walk home in that," He pointed to the storm outside, he was correct, with that wind no-one would be able to walk in a singular direction. It was a miracle the school was still holding. "So you're stuck here, little bitch."

"I'd rather be run over by Lemura," the speed she had walked away was unlike other, even the guy who was sat next to her brother moved so she could sit in his place. If there was one fight nobody wanted to see, it was Todoroki vs. Y/n, that was ugly. "I'm going to sleep, wake me up when the storms over."

Needless to say that she did wake up, but laying down with a ratty blanket tucked to her chin. Eyes fluttering open, vision blurry and eyes sore, she pushed herself up and used her nails to comb through her hair. The room had emptied, but the roars from some sort of fight travelled through the ground floor obnoxiously. She rubbed her eyes, vision clearing only to see his figure slouched on the sofa opposite the room - legs spread in that seductive way men sit, manspreading but as if they're waiting for you to sit on them. They remained dead silent, not a sound except shuffling, breathing and a lot of eye contact and thick air strangling them.

He was too smug, "Good afternoon, you look like shit. Sleep well?" God Todoroki's voice was so taunting, and unfortunately it was still storming outside, only worsening as now the wind was howling.

"What are you still doing here? Thought you would've left me since you enjoy my suffering." She mumbled, throwing the blanket over the back of the sofa and collapsing back into the cushion.

Todoroki scoffed, unfolding his arms and slinging one over the back of the sofa, "Wasn't gonna leave you alone in this place, are you stupid? And I like teasing you, it's fun."

"But why? You hate me why don't you just get one of your lackies to supervise so you can go off and I don't know, assert your dominance? Makes me think you like me." She mocked, turning her head to watch the rubble outside fly across the courtyard. It was such a shithole, how it was still standing was indescribable, how it was sanity was impossible, she didn't ever ask about the bathroom hygiene situation.

"I never said I hated you. If I hated you, well you simply wouldn't exist to me." Y/n's head snapped around in shock, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his words.

She blinked twice as to process the situation, "So that's why you follow me? Because you actually like me? As a person?" She leant forward, elbows on her knees.

He mimicked her posture, "You could say that. You're very entertaining and fiesty, I like it. And you pack one hell of a punch when pissed off." Y/n sighed, flopping back again and rubbing her face. Initially she thought he was just playing, but he would've dropped it by now and made some sort of rude remark about her. He was right though, the last time she had punched him, his skin bruised purple, and quite frankly, she wanted to punch him again.

"Don't make me punch that pretty face of yours, 'Doroki, maybe it'll knock some sense into you." She continued to whinge, only provoking his unstoppable habit of teasing. Surprisingly, he stood up and strode across the room. The sofa dipped, but y/n didn't turn her head too quickly, feeling his hot breath in her perimeters. One unexpected feature about Todoroki was that his hands were smooth and soft, and these hands gently pulled her hands away from her face and softly tilted her chin up to lock eyes.

"So I'm pretty now? Have you been lying? That's not what good girls do, is it?" He mumbled, the space between them getting smaller with noses just grazing, "Come on, y/n, let's be honest. Neither of us actually enjoy fighting like this."

"Yosuke, if you're gonna kiss me just shut up and do it. Don't be a pussy." She spat, gripping the collar of his jacket and fusing their lips together. He cupped her cheek, returning the sweetness of the kiss. It wasn't anything deep, it was closed but he could taste her cherry chapstick, the same one that flustered him everytime she puckered her lips after applying it. He didn't even mind if it transferred to his, as long as he could taste her forever. They pulled back slowly, eyes fluttering opening but never leaving the intense gaze. His fingers traced from her cheek to her tingling lips, the pad of his thumb nestling on her bottom lip,

"We don't speak of this...unless in private." He smirked, the teasing of his tone melting off his lips like honey.

"The more you keep taking and looking like you're gonna devour me, the more likely I am to do it again."

"Bet."

[Masterlist]

#high&low #highandlow #h&l #yosuke todoroki #todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #high&low x reader

[gregrulzok]

Hello...Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Hi !!

I wouldn't say I necessarily have a straightforward top 10 list as such ... But I'm not one to pass up and opportunity to infodump on anyone who'll indulge me !

I hope this is what you're looking for and, uh, buckle up. I'll include a TL;DR with each character to make your life easier, because knowing me, this is gonna get LONG.

Also potential spoilers for: Dungeon Meshi, Night in the Woods, Berserk, Devilman Crybaby, Arcane, Jujutsu Kaisen, Dimension 20: Fantasy High, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind.

Also note that Berserk and Devilman Crybaby are both NSFW sources. I don't mention anything explicit here, but be mindful when looking into it.

Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

TL;DR: Excellent neurodivergent representation, complex and unique in how interesting he is, also just me IRL

I'll be honest in saying he isn't actually my favourite Dungeon Meshi character (that's probably Chilchuck), but he IS the one I think about the most.

I'm firmly of the opinion that Laios is intentionally written to be neurodivergent-coded, and I say this because he's incredibly nuanced and interesting in the way he portrays symptoms and signs of autism. Most canon autistic representation I see can be boiled down to "slightly quirky" with a dash of the same 3 symptoms, and the background of that, Laios is a breath of fresh air. He's socially inept, but not at all cold or inexpressive - quite the opposite, he's open and enthusiastic and optimistic. He's obsessive, not in a quirky jokey way, nor in the way of being a savant that knows everything off the top of his head - he genuinely feels like he's learning about his interest and ENJOYS learning about it, rather than being robotic in his hyperfixation. On top of that, the thing he's hyperfixated on is EXTREMELY realistic for a neurodivergent person - many of us do find interest in animals, in cryptids, in other living beings that are, well, other, because we spend our whole lives being alienated and separate from our peers and we seek that comfort in other places. Monsters are straightforward, they don't play mindgames. They are powerful, they don't let others push them around (Laios, mind, is also powerful - but he's a human, so his strength alone has never been enough to protect him). And after all, humans already hate him, they already treat him as an unwanted freak. Why shouldn't he find solace in creatures that are treated the same way he is?

I could go on and on about how amazing he is, but honestly a lot of what I have to say could be posts of their own and we'd be here all day. I'll say also that he's just ... Plain and honest relatable. I have not projected so hard onto a character in a long time.

Angus DeLaney (Night in the Woods)

TL;DR: Comfort Character Extraordinare

If Laios is good to my brain because he reminds me of myself, Angus is good to my brain because he reminds me of my boyfriend. This, I cannot deny.

He isn't the most complex character in the world, nor even in NitW - yet I think there's more to him than people give him credit for. I think he's excellent in filling the role he's given - a friend-of-a-friend, a near-stranger, the person in the friend group our protagonist is in, someone she knows, and yet doesn't, likes, and yet doesn't really vibe with. He's nuanced and deep, has a life of his own, and honestly I'm almost glad they didn't explore it fully. By having Mae only get a tiny glimpse into his life, after knowing him for so long and yet never really spending time with him, we get the sense that people are people whether or not they're in Mae's life. It gives a greater sense of depth to the world offered to us by the game. Mae's close friends she knows well aren't the only ones going through tough things, everyone has their own story, and sometimes she only gets a tiny hint of that, and sometimes she gets none at all. I think it's very true to life, and very smart.

As for Angus specifically, well. He's smart, warm, kind. He doesn't let his cynicism get in the way of his friends fun, nor does he let it stop him from taking their worries seriously. He shows affection through cooking, he makes dumb nerdy jokes, he's canonically more charismatic than you'd think, he wants to take care of everyone and doesn't know how to take care of himself, and he has a fantastic ass.

He reminds me of my boyfriend. What more can I ask for.

Griffith (Berserk) & Ryo Asuka (Devilman Crybaby)

TL;DR: Incredibly nuanced villains that I want to put on a little dish and dissect. Themes of light and purity as something evil, of good intentions (Griffith) and love (Ryo) as something horrifying.

I figure I could just combine these two, given how much they've impacted each-other's writing.

Griffith AND Ryo are both infinitely nuanced characters, in ways that are complimentary and yet still different enough.

I've made a few posts about Griffith (if only because I recently finished Berserk), and my opinion on him can be summarised as such: I think he's the best villain in fiction, in that he is afforded nuance and complexity, without having to take away his teeth and make him ultimately pathetic, unintimidating, or a sexyman. I think the most interesting part of Griffith is his politics, his drive to change the world, his willingness to sacrifice everything to the greater good to the point where it becomes apocalyptic. It's fascinating to watch a character be so wrapped in genuine and honest good intentions, to the point of destroying everything.

I don't think I've talked much about Ryo (I should rewatch Crybaby), which is really a shame because he's no less interesting. He takes an aspect of Griffith that I haven't talked much about (rather, Griffith takes an aspect of Ryo) - obsessive love and devotion to the point of destruction - and amps it up to an infinite degree. Unlike Griffith, who pushes aside his love for his political motivation, Ryo destroys everything and anything in his path to the one he loves - including that very person. He's possessive and obsessive, in a way that does end up feeling genuine, and his entire humanity is concentrated on his feelings to this one person.

Together, these characters represent a trope that I personally love - purity, beauty and light as something evil, something vile, something overwhelming and possessive (as contrasted by something dirty, something crude, something rough being real and human and kind).

I just find them fascinating.

Ekko (Arcane)

TL;DR: mmmm community centric anarchist punk king.

This is possibly the most self indulgent one. Arcane is a wonderful show entirely full of fascinating characters I love, and each one of them deserves an amount of words that even I don't possess to describe their greatness.

Ekko is no less cool and interesting for having less screen time, but if we're just being honest here for a second ...

I just love his vibe.

I love that he was a rowdy, shitty little kid that antagonised everyone he could. I love that as he grew, he got more serious, took on an air of responsibility, but he didn't lose his friendliness, his humour, his artistry. I love that he prioritizes fun and growth and community, not just survival. I love that he has authority as a leader, not through fear but through confidence, through respect. I love his scene with Vi, where he bites back at her for the first time, I love their hug, I love their bond. I love his fight with Jinx, I love that for a moment they're just kids playing a game, I love seeing the reality crash over him like a wave. I love the little tidbits we get of him as a kid, playing dumb pranks, practicing his punches.

And to be completely clear: HE IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT WAS CORRECT.

Heimerdinger, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Mel, every single leader in this show is either too preoccupied trying to preserve broken pieces of the past or they're speeding towards a future they don't understand.

Ekko says NONE OF THAT SHIT, takes up the punk anarchist mantel, and says "I am going to take care of the injured, the indisposed, the homeless, the sick, the children, because blind ideals mean nothing in the face of real poverty and struggle".

...Which is why I say it's self indulgent on my part. It's just because I fully agree with his ideologies.

Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

TL;DR: Another villain I absolutely love analyzing and dissecting. Beautifully written ideology and motivation that is fully understandable even if it's something any sane human would viscerally disagree with.

I've written post upon post on Geto, so I won't get too into it, but I still wanted to mention him. Another reason I won't talk too much here is because I've ultimately fallen out of love with JJK - sad, but true. In my opinion, the most interesting part of the show was, in fact, Geto.

Geto's ideology is incredibly well written. So, so many little details end up playing into it, it's set up so carefully and expertly that in the end it's incredibly easy to see how he ended up in the place he did. The death of his friends, the responsibility of Mimiko and Nanako, the way he's treated, the way his best friend is treated... Some of these things are big, some more subtle, but they all lay a brick in the foundation of one of the best villain arcs I can name. And if you can't tell, I'm a big fan of villains that genuinely believe what they preach. There's an air of sincerity about him, despite being a manipulative asshole, he isn't a selfish one.

I just think he's fascinating.

Fabian Aramais Seacaster (Dimension 20: Fantasy High)

TL;DR: Incredibly entertaining, and has informed the way I play my TTRPG characters.

A bit of a random one, and a more light-hearted one - I just love this silly little man.

Fabian is so unabashedly loud, silly, over the top. He makes such obvious, catastrophic mistakes, often after delivering such confident speeches about how awesome he is. And then he's allowed to have quiet moments - he can be somber, soft, sad, tragic. He loves his friends, but he can't bring himself to be obvious about it, but he wants so badly to express it. He has repressed trauma that we don't really get told - instead it's expressed through every desperate cry for attention and every subsequent moment of quiet reflection.

I've been playing TTRPGs for a little while now, but Fabian has fundamentally inspired me to be more confident, more nuanced, to take up more space at my table, and to not be scared to change the way my characters act based on the scene and mood and circumstance.

I just think he's neat !

Panacotta Fugo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind + Purple Haze Feedback)

TL;DR: An underrated character that showcases burnout, gifted kid syndrome, and abandonment issues in a way I find particularly painful.

God. Where do I even start.

Fugo speaks very deeply to some of my own trauma. The gutteral, albeit brief depiction of gifted child syndrome and the subsequent burnout that follows it felt incredibly, palpably real not only in the episodes we see his backstory in, but also in his general behaviour. In the way he still tries to act proper and composed, in the barely-restrained rage that bubbles over once in a while, in the severe guilt felt through these outbursts. Pretty much any time Fugo is on screen is a testament to his pain and his sheer desire to overcome it, which (as amazing this show is) I can't exactly say for most JJBA characters.

The abandonment issues are more personal to me than I'd like to get too deeply into - suffice it to say, being left behind without a thought, looking at people you came to think of as your family turn their backs on you and walk away, and realising for the first time that you weren't, in fact, a needed and cherished presence in their lives, but rather something easily parted with ... That shit hurts, and it hurts me very personally.

Araki has gone on record stating that he fell in love with Fugo as a character and came to see him as a personal friend. I believe him, if the genuine and subtle care poured into every crevice of his character is anything to go by.

Purple Haze Feedback isn't canon, but it is Araki-approved, and its the exact amount and type of Fugo content I was starving for after his extremely undercut role in part 5.

And I think that's it!

Was that 10? Who knows.

Either way sorry if this isn't what you were looking for - i think one look at my blog will tell you that I'm very prone to infodumping especially as it pertains to character analysis.

And if you read it this far... Holy shit, thank you !!

To be honest as I've fallen out of fandom spaces it's become incredibly hard to come up with characters I actually like, rather than ones I've projected my own stories onto and changed fundamentally.

Playing DND has NOT been helpful, it's increasingly difficult not to spend four hours talking about a PC I made that I really love instead of any actual character haha.

Either way thank you for the ask !! Like I said I love a good opportunity to infodump.

#laios touden #dungeon meshi #angus delaney #night in the woods #griffith #berserk #ryo asuka #devilman crybaby #ekko #arcane #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #fabian seacaster #fantasy high #panacotta fugo #jjba gold experience

[banannabethchase]

Hello!! It’s me again. Would you write (even) more for the Fragile Invincibility au? I’d accept anything but specifically love to read the first time hangman takes the baller club boys to watch a match!! Thank you so much for every fic ✨

Backyard Wrasslin' - also on AO3

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A "The Fragile Invincibility of Youth" story

Adam invites Matt, Kenny, and Nick to one of his wrestling shows. Mox is baffled.

~

Note: Teenagers are referenced having sex. They are both 18, committed relationship, nothing onscreen, all fade to black YA type vibes.

I...maybe have gone overboard on this prompt fill. I hope you enjoy!.

~

"You invited the Baller Club to a match?!" Mox asks. He's got his shirt off and belt undone. "And you decided to mention this right before we have sex?"

Adam, who's brain is decidedly not working right, nods. "Uh. Yeah?"

"They're gonna freak out," Mox says. "They're gonna think I'm actually trying to kill you."

"They won't - come back!" Adam grabs at Mox's belt loops. "I don't know why I brought it up. Take your pants off, I don't - come back."

Mox rolls his eyes. "Okay, yes, because I can't say no to you, but you'll explain yourself later."

"Explain myself la- what am I, your student?"

Mox grins at him. "I mean. We could play that."

"I'm going to kiss you so you shut up," Adam deadpans.

~

They're making their way into the kitchen when Mox grabs Adam's arm and pushes him against the wall. "Wait a second."

"Again?!" Adam giggles. "My parents are going to be home in, like, five minutes."

"Your hair's all messed up," Mox says, fiddling with Adam's hair.

Adam slaps his fingers away. "I - let me fix it. Get off."

"Already did that!"

Adam laughs as he steps into the bathroom. He ties his hair back in a quick bun, adjusts his shirt, and steps back out. "So - "

"So you invited your ex and your annoying friends to our match tonight," Mox says. He doesn't look angry, at least, so Adam thinks that's a small win.

"I can tell them no if you don't want them there," Adam says. He drops onto the couch, pulling his backpack toward him with his foot. He briefly worries Mox won't join him, but then he's there, snuggled up next to Adam like a puppy. “Seriously.”

“No, I just want to make sure they know I’m not actually hurting you.” He looks up at Adam, frowning. “As much as I’m glad you’re all friends again, I’m still a little worried they’re looking for an excuse to kill me.”

“They won’t kill you,” Adam says, running his fingers through Mox’s hair. He’d grown it out over the winter, bringing back the soft locks Adam had originally fallen in love with. The blue was new, though. He and Willow match now. “And if they do, I’ll kill them back so I can use their blood to resurrect you.”

“I need you to stop watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Mox laughs, but he curls into Adam’s lap and falls asleep while Adam completes his Chemistry homework.

~

“Okay, I know I haven’t called you in, like, years, but I have no idea where to go, and I think I’m being followed by a white van, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to kill Nick and Kenny, so where the hell am I supposed to go?!”

Adam pulls the phone away from his face as Matt rants. “Um,” he says. “Are you – where are you?!”

“I don’t know!” Matt wails. “There’s a blue house with, like, pride flags everywhere?”

“Okay, you’re close!” Adam jogs past the ring and parking lot, then dashes out to the road. “Do you see me?” He waves his free hand. “I’m waving. Do you see me?”

Making what is probably a highly illegal u-turn in the middle of the road, a car that is highly familiar zooms toward him and slows only to turn into the dirt road. Matt, looking haggard and confused, is behind the wheel.

“When I tell you these two can’t even read an effing GPS, I’m not kidding.” Matt exhales, blowing his hair out of his eyes. “Where do I go next?”

“Follow me.”

Adam jogs as Matt follows him, and guides Matt into a parking space he’s pretty sure Matt won’t be able to back out of on his own. He waits a little awkwardly as Matt picks his way around the puddles of mud.

“This place is a mess,” he says, grabbing Adam’s arm as he leaps over a puddle.

Adam shrugs as Kenny and Nick, a little less delicately, make their way around the puddles and follow Adam toward the ring and chairs. “It’s a backyard wrestling group. Nothing’s particularly well made here.” He gestures to the seats he saved for the three of them. “Except for the matches. Those are pretty cool.”

Matt primly sits into a chair. “When do you go on?”

“Well, me and Mox have a match first,” Adam says, “but you’ll get to see some cool stuff, too. Eddie is in the main event, so he’ll be on last. He’s going up against the Bryan guy Mox wrestled a while back.”

“Are there any other matches?” Nick asks. He’s looking around eagerly, like he’s more comfortable here than he expected.

Adam nods. “I think three others? Willow’s going up against Ruby – they’re doing a feud because Ruby hit her with a chair a while back – and I think this kid Wheeler Yuta is going up against somebody. He’s a sophomore.”

Matt’s eyes widen. “He’s here? Really?”

Adam states at Matt. “Oh, god.”

“I –”

“I can’t believe you have a crush on him,” Nick chuckles.

“I don’t!” Matt says. Adam, Nick, and Kenny stare at him. Adam thinks it’ll be seconds to wait him out. “…I do. Don’t tell him.”

Adam grins. “I won’t.” He bumps Matt’s shoulder with his. “I gotta go get ready for my match, though, so I’ll see you later.” Adam looks at Kenny. At Nick. At Matt. “Um. Thanks for coming, guys. It means a lot.”

“Of course, Adam,” Kenny says. His smile is genuine when he looks at Adam, and it doesn’t ache like it used to. It’s nice. But nothing more. “Go out there and kill it.”

Adam smiles back. “I will.” He makes his way to the tent where the other wrestlers are getting ready. Ruby is doing Willow’s hair as Willow plays some song game on her phone. Eddie and Mox are trading headlocks in the corner. Wheeler Yuta is stretching on his own, though, so Adam walks over to him.

“Hey, dude,” he says, settling in the chair by Yuta’s bag. “How are you holding up?

“Good,” Yuta says, smile a little weak. “Nervous. Claudio’s huge. I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill me.”

“He won’t kill you,” Adam says, waving it off. “He’s good. And he’s safe.” Adam doesn’t mention the time he almost broke his arm last week after taking an elbow drop wrong, since that was more his fault. “You’ll do great.”

“That’s not how Eddie sees it,” Yuta says, chancing a glance over at Eddie, who is now sitting on Mox’s butt and poking him in the ribs to make him laugh. “He really hates Claudio.”

Adam knows Eddie’s disdain for Claudio, knows of the hatred, but doesn’t know why. He doesn’t feel like he’s ready to ask about it, though. “Eddie hates a lot of things,” he decides on. “Doesn’t make them bad.”

Yuta nods slowly. “Yeah.” They’re quiet for a moment, and Adam’s about to leave when Yuta says, “Um, actually, I have a question.” When he looks up, his cheeks are just this side of pink. “Mox told me you were, um, inviting the Jacksons?”

Adam hesitates. “Yeah?”

“Is, um,” Yuta folds himself into a weird shape. Adam assumes it’s a stretch, but he’s upside down and standing on his head, so he’s not sure. “Is Matt going to be here?”

“Oh, god.”

“No!” Yuta says, scrambling to his feet. “It’s – okay, don’t say anything.”

“I promise,” Adam deadpans, “if you go out there and wrestle like you’ve been, Matt will fall in love with you before you know it.”

Yuta lights up. “Really?”

Adam sighs. “Yes.”

He shoves Eddie off of Mox, getting a smack on the ass for his troubles and grinning about it. “Come on,” he says, dragging Mox to the back. “Let’s go over the match, one more time.”

They run the match, throwing each other around, and it ends with Mox pinning Adam. It doesn’t quite feel like Adam’s the one losing, though, with the way Mox’s legs straddle Adam’s hips and his arms loop around Adam’s legs. Mox called it a rollup. Adam asked him if it was secretly a new position Mox wanted to try.

“Oh, god, go be pervs somewhere else,” Ruby says, nudging Mox’s leg with her boot. “Tony wanted me to get you two idiots up so you can get to the stage.”

Mox swings his leg over, spins to his feet, and sticks out his arm. “C’mon, baby, let’s get out there so I can kick your ass.”

“You don’t have to be so annoying about it,” Adam giggles as he leaps to his feet. “I’ve won in other –”

“Nope!” Ruby yells. “Still in earshot! Shut up!”

They get behind the curtain ready for the ring, and Mox starts bouncing. Since Adam’s the newbie, he goes out first to his edit of Bronco, throwing the curtain open at the first, ‘Bronco, runnin’ wild,’ to cheers. He glances over to see Matt, Nick, and Kenny cheering like they’ve been here a million times, like they know exactly what to do. He’s excited to be the face in this match – it’s the first time he’s gotten a real character for himself. The jeans and old cowboy boots work almost too well.

“And coming in next,” comes the announcer’s voice, “Jon Moxley!”

Mox comes out to Wild Thing, a sneer on his face that almost makes Adam giggle. The boos are loud, almost deafening. Matt and Nick look bewildered, but Kenny leans over and says something to them and they boo as well.

The match goes by in a whirlwind, and Adam almost forgets at the end that he’s not supposed to kick out.

When the referee, one of Eddie’s friends from work, Aubrey, counts to three, Adam’s pretty sure he can hear Nick booing the loudest.

“Good job,” Mox says, beaming at Adam. “You killed it.”

“You too.” Adam has to remember to look disappointed as he rolls out of the ring. When he gets backstage, Eddie practically mauls him.

“You did fuckin’ great, baby!” he yells, clapping Adam on the shoulder.

Adam grins at him. “Thanks. It felt really good.”

Mox comes in after him and pretty much does maul Adam, sending him careening to the floor in a way reminiscent of the pin from earlier.

“Hi,” Adam says.

“Hi,” Mox says. “You did so good.” He leans down and kisses Adam hard and fast.

“Gross!” yells Ruby from somewhere in the back of the tent.

Mox helps the other wrestlers prepare while Adam sneaks out to watch the rest of the matches next to Matt.

“You did awesome!” Nick says. “That was so cool.”

Matt’s face is a little pinched. “Mox was kind of mean to you.”

“He’s supposed to be mean, Matt,” Kenny eyes, rolling his eyes. “He’s the heel. That’s the bad guy.” He glances over to Adam for confirmation. He nods. It’s kind of nice to be the one they check in with. “It’s all pretend, right?”

“It’s all pretend,” Adam confirms. “Well, except for the getting an arm across the chest. That kind of hurt.” He rubs at it, the ache blooming as he mentions it.

Matt turns into a googly eyed disaster when Yuta gets in the ring. He enters to American Idiot and Matt claps like a maniac.

“Nick,” Adam says, leaning behind Adam. “Do we need to sedate Matt or something?”

Nick laughs. “Nah, just let him be in love. He’s being super weird about Yuta.”

“Am not!” Matt snaps. “He’s so smart. He’s in tenth grade and he’s in my senior level Calculus class. It’s…” He trails off. “Oh. Oh and he’s got abs.” He pauses. “Maybe I do need to be sedated.”

Adam laughs as the music changed to Do Ya Think I’m Sexy? That entrance music is one among many reasons Eddie hates Claudio, but Adam thinks it’s hilarious.

The match is quick, as expected, as it’s Yuta’s first, but Yuta does great and sells like a champ.

Matt audibly gasps as Claudio hauls Yuta up in his signature swing, spinning Yuta until he taps out and collapses to the floor.

“Should I go check on him?” Matt asks, looking over at Adam. “He looks hurt.”

“He’s fine,” Adam says. “But I’m sure Yuta would be very pleased if you ran ringside and got all concerned about him.”

Matt nods and leaps out of his chair, running over to the ring. “Wheeler!” he calls. “Are you alright?”

Adam, Nick, and Kenny laughs at Yuta’s bewildered face. “Uh, yeah,” he says. He glances at Adam, who shrugs and grins.

“Go for it,” Adam mouths.

“I, uh, could use some help getting to the back,” Yuta says, doing his best to look miserable and hurt. It doesn’t quite work on the rest of the crowd, Adam thinks, but it sure as hell works on Matt.

“Of course!” Matt helps Yuta out of the ring and bats his eyelashes as they go back to the tent.

“I can’t believe Matt got a boyfriend at your wrestling thing,” Nick grumbles, folding his arms over his chest. “I have got to get out there.”

“You will, champ,” Adam says, clapping Nick on the shoulder. “You will.”

Matt and Yuta come back holding hands and chatting with stars in their eyes, and the rest of the show goes off without a hitch. Bryan and Eddie may literally be trying to kill each other during their match, but Eddie wins and it’s an overall success.

“We usually head to Willow’s house after matches,” Adam says as Mox comes up behind him and curls around him. “If you three wanted to come?”

“Yeah, sure!” Matt says. “Wheeler, do you need a ride?”

Wheeler looks shocked, as he’d ridden with Mox and Adam to the show. Adam stares at him, hoping Yuta gets the hint. “Uh. Sure! Sure, I could need a ride.”

“And Kenny and Nick, if you want to hop in my truck,” Adam says insistently.

Nick nods. “Yeah, I don’t want to be anywhere near whatever the two of them are doing.”

As Adam watches Matt smoothly pull out of the parking spot like it’s nothing, clearly chattering nonstop to Yuta, he takes the lead and drives the short distance to Willow’s house.

“Hey, Mox,” Nick says. “So, if you and I were in the ring, which of us would win?”

“Oh, I’d fuckin’ flatten you in seconds.”

“Would not!”

Adam laughs, and thinks that, maybe, he’s got it figured out. At least for now.

~

Mini Playlist: Bronco - Orville Peck Wild Thing - The Troggs American Idiot - Green Day Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? - Rod Stewart

#HangMox High School AU #FIOY #in which Sara writes #LOOK I DID IT #Why was this prompt so hard to fill? I have no clue #But it was #But it's done! #wtf i like wrestling now??? #HangMox #MattYuta #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley

[neonthewrite]

Grey Landing

Today's prompt is "Beach" and I pictured less of a sunny, blue skies/blue ocean aesthetic and more of a foggy shore and mountains kind of vibe. Might continue this particular story for tomorrow's prompt, we'll see how it goes.

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

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After so long adrift at sea, Isaac thought he might weep at the sight of land on the horizon. He couldn’t be sure if it was a mirage or a trick of the clouds at first, with how much fog obscured so much of the world around him. The large, slow waves sent him up and down in a slow, vertiginous cycle that also played tricks on his mind; he’d lost count of how many times his stomach had bottomed out and he’d felt weightless in the last hour alone.

Even knowing the land before him was dominated by enormous, fog-covered mountains, he rejoiced. If he could find himself some food and a way to get fresh water for himself, he’d be okay. He had to be.

He had no radio after the storm. He didn’t even have most of his mast anymore, and what remained stuck up like a broken bone in the middle of his craft. What was left of his sail was folded up and tucked away in one of the storage compartments under the bench. He still had his oars, at least, though he was rapidly losing the energy to use them. Though the shore was miles away and he felt like collapsing and letting the sea take over, he rowed on, telling himself just one more stroke, one more push towards safety.

A while after noticing the approach of land, Isaac made another relieving discovery. There was a plume of smoke on that shore, feeble and thin but standing out from the wispy fog all the same. That meant people. That meant help. He rowed on, his arms and back screaming for relief. Soon, he told himself. Soon he could collapse on that beach and either wait for whoever caused that smoke to find him, or he could rest and go find them himself.

~~~

The smoke came from a cabin, Isaac realized later. He spotted the wooden structure nestled among the trees when he squinted through his glass. It was beyond a stone shelf among the forest, though, so he’d have a bit of a trek to reach it even after he arrived on land.

That was okay. He was coming closer. He could even see a dock and a boat further up shore from where he was set to land.

~~~

It felt like an age before Isaac’s boat scraped against the shore at last. Grey, gravelly sand dispersed before the bow of his small vessel and the waves sloshed so much more benignly than they had when he was still adrift.

He hopped out of the boat into the shallows so he could push it further up onto the gloomy beach, despite his strength threatening to abandon him at any moment. His trousers and boots were waterlogged, but he already smelled strongly of the salty sea thanks to the storm. The dry comfort of land was just within reach for him, after this task.

The rock shelf loomed overhead, a wall that closed off his landing on the beach from the forest sloping up into the mountains. It loomed oppressively over him, but Isaac only grinned. He’d reached solid land at last. He couldn’t be angry with it for looking so foreboding. He hadn’t been dashed against those rocks in his little broken sailboat, so wherever this was couldn’t be that unforgiving.

Once he was sure the tide wouldn’t steal his boat away again, he collapsed into the sand. His chest heaved and his arms ached like they’d fall off. His stomach pined for food and his lips rasped for water. He was alive, and he’d have a chance to stay that way.

Staring at the cliffs overhead and the gulls that drifted to and fro on the rocks, Isaac let himself rest.

~~~

That dock is closer than I thought, he realized, staring upshore from where he lay. He admired the ship tied there, an impressive sailboat that rocked gently with the waves. The design was similar to his own, though this one had to require a crew of at least twenty sailors by the look of it.

~~~

He woke sometime later to a dense, booming sound, more of a tremor in the earth and the air than a real noise. The beach and the sky and the fog remained, grey and gloomy as when he’d collapsed. His boat still lay on the sand looking as weary as he. He blinked a few times and rubbed a calloused hand over his face as he tried to figure out the source of the sound.

Turning his head, he flinched in surprise to see that someone stood on the dock. They were loading bags onto the sailboat, but something wasn’t quite right. That boat should require a full crew, but that was one person standing there next to it.

Isaac blinked several times, scanning the beach from where he lay to where that dock stood. The perspective proved difficult to shake, but something like dread coiled around his middle when he realized his mistake.

That dock really was quite a distance away from where he’d landed. The fog and the curve of the shore and the size of that sailboat had all combined to confuse his ability to tell how far he’d have to walk to reach it, but it would be a lot farther than he’d want to go. The boat that he thought would need a crew and a captain and all working together just to direct it out onto the sea could actually probably be crewed by the one person standing on the dock.

Which meant that person tossing bags onto the boat with the sound of thunder … No! Impossible!

A crash sounded in the forest somewhere behind him and in the opposite direction of the dock. Loathe as he was to take his eyes off that impossible being and its enormous boat, Isaac had to turn away. The cliffs that had loomed so protectively over him sloped gently downwards in that direction for probably a mile or more, creating an easier path up the mountains from the beach in that direction.

And another giant, for they must be giants, he could no longer deny, had just stepped out of the woods and onto the sand.

#gtjuly #gtjuly2022 #mywriting #isaac grey #g/t #giant tiny #gt #giant sailor #distant giants #sailing

[tresradiossolis]

✨Shipping✨

I love shipping. I wanted to just jot down some quick things that might be useful to know when writing with me and shipping ever enters your mind.

[I'll be talking about romantic shipping here, I love platonic stuff and pm Anything goes there you can absolutely do platonic stuff with me go nuts.]

I do not ship robots with humans, it just ain't my thing. My human AUs are Very present on this blog though, so things can always be arranged...

I am multiship! ANYBODY can ship with me, I'm not exclusive with anybody. You got a multimuse and you wanna ship 2 characters with the same muse? We'll AU that shit no sweat!

I do not do polyam-ships with more than 1 blog, not because I have an issue with it, but I've just had a bit too many bad experiences where the communication between muns was poor and people ended up feeling left out, myself included.

ALL my muses are shippable, as all my muses are of age or. yknow. robots. I am however slightly hesitant to ship bot!Elio with just Anybody, as while she is a bot, yes, she is very childlike and vulnerable, and if you're going to ship with sol, I'd prefer a... Size-similarity, as well as Very good communication with the other bot he'd be shipped with. Don't be creepy or weird, please.

Bot!Asterope is Very flirty, and will most likely flirt with your bots a Lot. This is NOT me consenting to a ship, nor is it me Pressuring you to ship with me. Asterope is just Like That, he is very lonely, and Fazbear Entertainment has crammed him full of knowledge of various plays, dramas and musicals. If you've seen Wall-E, you know what this does to a robot.

Human!Sunny is gay. Self-explanatory, you wanna kissu you gotta be a boy.

I am open to suggestive roleplays, but I don't think I'll end up writing anything explicit on here. Not because I want to keep this kid-friendly, considering putting up an "18+" on the blog honestly... But 1: Most other blogs don't seem to be down with it and that's okay, I don't want them to feel like they have to dodge my threads, 2: I am not always in the mood honestly, I am ace and my desire to write smut is very up and down tbh, and 3: I have performance anxiety LMFAO, and tbh it might take a good while before I even feel comfortable writing it unless we Really vibe. I don't need all of Tumblr to see my stuff... But yeah I'm down for suggestive stuff, just DM me or get my discord for more-

I love toxic shit. We are all adults (if I put up that 18+ thing-) and we understand the difference between reality and fiction. If you wanna write dark or unhealthy relationships with me, then that's totally fine. We might just have to arrange a few tags to make sure everyone on dash feel safe.

Get my consent. Pretty self-explanatory. Don't push a ship onto me without making sure I'm open to it, and don't keep going when I'm telling you you're going too far. Just... Practise respect.

I do not see my Suns as related to any other Daycare Attendant. First of all, they are robots, and if they meet anybody Else, I consider them having been made Separately. The trio is like a little family (which is why I don't want to ship 2-3 of them with the same person in the same universe). Don't assume relationships with them, they've been through their own lives and have their own relationships. Also don't assume that if I ship with a Daycare Attendant that there's some kind of familial relation between them, because there isn't. I will adjust universes for our interactions, placing them in different pizzerias/plexes if needed, we'll figure it out together.

The human!Suns are not related to your human!Daycare Attendant, unless we Really vibe with that angle and we've plotted it out extensively. Aster, Sunny and Elio are stand-alone characters with their own lives and backstories, just like their bot-versions.

With all that said, come at me let's write a romance <3

#cloudy days [ ooc ] #shipping

[zachsgamejournal]

COMPLETED: Omno

I'm glad I played this, but I likely won't play it again. It's got good vibes and ideas, but feels incomplete.

I forgot to mention the most frustrating thing in my last post...

Boss Puzzles

At the end of every level is a "tricky" puzzle. It's usually based on concepts you learned earlier in the level. It's interesting, because each level only requires you to collect 3 light-orbs to continue, even though it usually has 5+. This imitates 3D platforms and I think is a good call. But getting many of the orbs can be a little lack-luster. I found one just resting inside the ribs of an animal skeleton. That's not terrible, except the game saves it's most intricate puzzles for last. And I would have preferred these be mixed in with the level itself.

Once you've explore the level (and if you're me, you found every orb before proceeding) you're kind of done. The reward of your hard work should be a pretty animation as you move onto the next level. Instead, you're presented with a "tricky" puzzle. They aren't always that tricky, but usually require 30 seconds of thinking, a little trial and error, or a few challenging jumps. But still, when you're done you're done and these always brought me down.

But there was one in particularly that pissed me off to the point of wanting to quit!

The Worst Boss Puzzle

There's these platform switches that light up when you jump on them. The first iteration of the puzzle was that you performed Simon Says and jump on the indicated platform. If you missed or stepped on the wrong one, the sequence starts over. This is made extra annoying because the game controls can be "awkward". Your directional movement isn't always based on the camera's angle. So pushing forward while jumping and then switching the view 90 degrees now makes forward move left. It's the same thing in Devil May Cry 1--when the camera randomly changes angles, your character still moves in their committed direction regardless of the analog stick's direction.

Some times you need this, but Omno--it's annoying.

Then there's the mid-air dash move that's necessary to reach platform switches that are further away. While it's a neat feature in the game, many of the platform jumping sequences are narrow and unforgiving. So it's not uncommon for this move to overshoot the targeted platform, sending you to your death, or in this case, resetting the puzzle.

Now we get to the bad boss puzzle: It's a square grid of 9 switch buttons. In front of you is a stone slab with 9 circles. Obviously these represent the switches. At the top is a glyph. When you first arrive, one of the platforms is lit up. And glyph "A" is at the top, and below on the slab diagram is one of the circles filled in--representing the lit-up platform.

When you step on the designated platform, the glyph changes and the filled-in circle changes. I kept trying to jump to the platform indicated by the diagram in its relation to my current position. The game kept telling me I was wrong. Once you make a wrong choice 3 times, the game goes to cinematic highlighting the stone slab, the pillar rock matching the glyph, and the lit-up platform. It takes about 5-10 seconds to show this--but between not understanding the puzzle and the wonky controls and dash move, I had to watch that scene about 50 times!!!

I've been a gamer for a long time. And I understand design and puzzles pretty well. The designers WANT you to solve their puzzles cause that's how you see the rest of the game they've worked so hard on. So I can usually walk into a space and immediately know what I'm supposed to do before the game tells me. I don't know the solution immediately, but I know the mechanics of how to get there.

This puzzle stumped the fuck out of me

I looked it up. There are four pillar rocks each with a glyph. Whichever glyph is shown on the rock slab with the diagram is indicating which pillar should be considered "the top". So you need to jump on the indicated circle relative to the matching pillar rock.

So, if the North Pillar rock 's glyph is highlighted, and the upper-right circle is highlighted, you need to jump on the north east switch. But if the south pillar rock's glyph is highlighted and the upper-right circle is highlighted, you need to jump on the southwest switch.

I didn't get this at all. And likely never would have. The problem, for me, was that they kept showing the same starting position and glyph. It was annoying, YES I KNOW WHERE TO START. If each time it changed which glyph and circle I had to jump on--I think I would have figured it out. But this was especially annoying because this was an unavoidable puzzle. I was ready to go to the next level and the game was like, "Not till we piss you off!"

The Worst Platforming Sequences

I'm pretty sure the previous boss-puzzle didn't get a lot of playtesting. Some masochist was stumped on it for hours and then was so proud of themselves for solving it that they likely insisted it not be "fixed". Fine...Whatever. But good platforming is good platforming.

I'm pretty good at platforming! I I got platinum trophies in all three Crash Bandicoot remake games. I beat Celeste. In short, I have above average platforming skills--not the best, but I'm good. So when a game is unforgivably hard, it's likely a design problem and not a "get good" problem. And Omno has one of those problems.

Near the end of the game, there's some floating islands. My explorer instincts led me to the top of a cliff with a check point that over looked the lower floating islands. Clearly I'm meant to jump from here and climb up those islands that act as steps you can jump between.

I glided down to the first platform, jump-dashed to the second, jump dashed to third, tried to jump dash to the fourth--miss. Rinse and repeat about 50 times.

The problem is that the platform is too high by about 6 inches. MOST of the platforms in the game can be landed upon feet first. Rarely, some require you to grab the edge Tomb Raider style and pull yourself up. Unfortunately, Omno isn't great about detecting when it should grab the ledge. And even worse, when your character grabs a ledge and starts to pull himself up--there's still a chance he could slip and fall off.

Unforgivable ;p

SO after failing to even grab a ledge in this platforming sequence, I decided I had been mistaken. That the obvious path wasn't the real path. I watched a video and nope--it is the right path. I watched the player jump and dash to grab the platform. HOW I said very loudly in my own head. I decided to target the exact position i saw in the video. The platform is only about two feet wide. I hit my target, my character grabbed the edge, I started to celebrate, and he slipped off and died.

...

It took me another 10 tries to finally get him to grab the goddamn platform. And then I still made five or so mistakes after, requiring me to repeat the experiment. I call it experiment because results were not guaranteed. Anyway--it was bullshit and poor level design. Really ruined the experience for me.

What the hell is the story anyways

I'm not sure I get the story. And I'm not sure I want to you. The world broke (floating islands) and light bearers guided survivors to a door of light (I think). As they journeyed, the person leaving behind black-box-diaries started to appreciate the world and animals they were seeing along the way. They lost faith that they should go into the light. For some reason, he doubted the light was the right choice. But there's no explanation of the what the light is or what it represents, who built it, or why. Maybe it just kills people as a form of population control? Maybe it's an indictment on religion, that we focus on the afterlife and forget to live our current life?

Anyway you get to the temple and as you're about to go in, this flying squirrel gets real sad that you're leaving. Your character gets sad to leave the squirrel, so he forsakes the light and joins the squirrel to live happily ever after on the island. I guess.

It was a cheap move, I think, to create this pixar short at the end. Maybe not cheap, so much as confusing. The game never truly indicated that this was a story about a man and his flying squirrel. Just that you're trying to get to the light. All the diaries are about the light. And you and the squirrel never really need to depend on each other.

All I know is that at some point the squirrel appears but is scared of you. Then later he likes you. And then finally he doesn't want you to leave. But how that interconnects with the themes of the diaries--I don't get it.

I'm sure it makes sense in some way, but I don't feel it was well communicated. It's not like Bowser's Fury where you develop and uneasy alliance with Bowser Jr. and then there's the awkward goodbye and good riddance ending. Or in Shadow of the Colossus where you have this horse that's a part of your whole experience and it suddenly falls off a cliff before the final boss and you're like, "NO--my horse!"

If something randomly ate the flying squirrel, I would be like--oh. Ok. What was that squirrel about. I just didn't have a connection to it.

MAYBE

You start the game in a cave, lost and lonely. The squirrel finds you and leads you out. Next, the squirrels shows you some friends that are trapped. So you're early puzzles are about releasing trapped animals and you're rewarded with light orbs. Now the squirrel dances.

The pilgrim moves away and starts to look around the vast world before it, clearly lost. The squirrel watches for a moment as the pilgrim cannot decide on which direction to go. The squirrel flies over, taps him on the shoulder. The pilgrim points at the options and shrugs.

The squirrel leads the pilgrim to a stone slab with a faded map of the "world". The pilgrim points at the temple of light. The squirrel indicates where they are now with a landmark that can be seen from their position. The squirrel then flies around the pilgrim and begins to lead the way--a partnership is formed. But ultimately, when reaching the temple--the pilgrim decides to stay with his friend.

Or, you know, the squirrel can be annoyed by the player. He's a nuisance that has interrupted the balance. Guiding the player is about getting the player out of here. And whenever the player fails, the squirrel can laugh and mock. But then later the squirrel starts to like the player and becomes more helpful.

Anyway--I just don't think there's much going on here. Maybe I'm wrong. But while I could beat this in an afternoon (if I don't 100% like I did this time), I'm not sure it's an experience I want to repeat. But I would be interested to see what else this developer cooks up. They've got some good instincts, just need to refine some of the design.

#Zach's Game Journal #COMPLETED #Omno #Steam #Video Games #Gaming #PC

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Also hold on!! ((Sorry for the spam ensuing btw)) Can i make a little cringe ass picrew of what i envision u like and send it ur way?? Aoshdkf this is so embarrassing but since u wonder?? ((Sry I went thru a phase during hard quarantine on which my friend & i wud make picrews of eachother and they used to be more accurate than the ones we would do for ourselves lmaoo..such fun.)

But in any case,, i do know u are tiny as hell but also imagine u with straight, short dark hair that probs do not reach ur shoulders? I give u around 5/7 piercings ear piercings and regarding jewelry sooo see you as a mixed metals person but favoring gold? Also i remember you saying u use funky patterns on your clothing BUT i see u favoring patterns that are floral n have lots of blue and green?

I have u as a combat boots wearer, round glasses user && tote bag haver. Hmm what else...oh you are SO Definitely good at make up and even tho u probably dont wear a lot of it your eyeliner would intimidate me from a street away ;;-;;. && I once said u probably had a :3 looking smile but since u corrected me i gotta say...u might have a very ^-^ looking smile instead? Ok thats kinda all i got :'3 do tell me how insane all this sounds + rate accuracy pleaaa i love guessing stuff sjdjkf

agsjaha you did that with your friend??? That’s so cute wtf :(( feel free to do it if you still want to! oh my goodness >v<

also… you are still so freaky with how accurate your guesses are omg??? my hair hasnt touched my shoulders in 7 years and ahsja yes it is straight and black… just the tiniest suggestion of any sort of wave honestly (which makes me so sad… my dad had a nice curl but I inherited maybe like 3% of it >.>) and i really do prefer golds!! though i rarely mix since i think silvers dont look nice on me and if I do theyre usually like... Copper? Bronze? the patterns tho!! gosh if i could find more nice florals in blues and greens i would have a lot of them :(( but i just thrift almost everything because most stores don’t have clothes (esp patterned button downs) in a size i like so i’ve got a lot of whatever patterns… Most of them for some reason make me think of Italian grandfather on vacation? >w<

seriously omg the rest is so spot on??? i have so many tote bags and currently have my eyes on some cheap bootleg doc martens bc i wanna paint em and like... new original ones cost more than a month of minimum wage here so there's way im ever gonna bring myself to paint those ;o; and so flattered you think i’m good at makeup aaaa i try!! and i’m really minimal with it too… though i dont think i could intimidate you with my liner ahsjsha I just go for a simple wing... size may vary and theyre usually sisters but not twins (on bad days they're just cousins >.>)

the smile i think is right on too... my eyes get all ^u^ because my cheeks get pushed up so much :'> really whatever intimidating vibe i could possible have gets dashed away as soon as i smile lmao

so insane you get so much right... am i too predictable? or i suppose i project too much of my taste onto dola and my personal take on satan...?

#chat & colloquy #baalism #tbh the other day i debated posting my actual face on here but i just didnt like how i looked that day enough #still thinking about shaving my head tbh but on the days where i think my hair looks nice i lose heart... but once i see my scalp #the urge comes back >.>

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Emotional Magic Prompts

Let’s play another writing game!

Pick a relationship and an emotional magic for me and I will drabble you some of that good urban fantasy flavour with original characters I’ll make up on the spot:

Relationship:

Siblings

Parent-child

Family (you can specify if you want)

Love interests

Romantic partners

New friends

Friends

Old Friends

Coworkers

Roommates

Emotionally influenced magic:

A: Nature growth: the magic makes flowers bloom, plants or fungi grow around the character

B: Appearance shifting: the magic makes parts of the character’s physical appearance change, for example their eyes or hair

C: Healing magic: the magic heals people or animals simply because the character’s positive attention is focused on them

D: Feeling-sharing: the magic lets the character’s feelings spill out of their consciousness so the other person can feel them

E: Spontaneous manifestation: the character’s magic creates objects or effects, could be anything from sparks or coloured smoke out of nowhere, to tears turning into pearls

F: Summoning: the magic attracts animals or magical creatures

G: Mind reading: the character accidentally starts reading people’s thoughts or feelings when they are tuned in on them

H: Environment altering: the character’s magic starts changing their surroundings, could be mending cracks, softening or smoothing a rough surface, or things starting to crumble or change colour

#all the stories I'm working on need stewing time and I feel like drabbling! #so I will just push this onto the dash and see what vibes are in my inbox tomorrow~ #this is of course ok to reblog and play with yourself #or use it for fandom stuff if you like of course #prompt game #writing prompts #blogkeeping #emotional magic prompts

[mizunetzu]

omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

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“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

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Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he��s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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#haikyuu x male reader #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa #oikawa x male reader #haikyuu oikawa #hq x y/n #hq x reader #hq x male reader #haikyuu fic #oikawa x femboy reader #hq iwaizumi #hq oikawa

[duskholland]

this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.  

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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[xandria]

𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕡  —  Bokuto Koutarou

contains - oral (m!receiving) + teasing + praising + needy!bokuto + switch!bokuto + dom!bo at the end + slight dom!reader vibes

wordcount - 2,042

summary - you didn’t know why your boyfriend was upset, he wouldn’t tell you! good thing you know just how to get your big pretty man to open up <3

There’s one sure-fire way to fix grumpy Bokuto, and that’s to fuck him. 

Or, in this case, since you’re in the car on your way home, road head. 

He’s pouting severely from his position in the driver’s seat and has met all of your positive advances and concerned questions with gruff one-word answers. 

You sigh, fine, you figure, you know how to solve this. 

You stare at your boyfriend, the angry grip of his fist on the wheel has you eyeing his large veiny hands, and the other fist tucked under his cheek as he leans on the door has you staring hard at his plush, pouty lips. As frustrating as his grumpy mode could be sometimes, you had to admit, sometimes it was stupidly cute. 

Especially when you first start to seduce him, and he desperately clings to his bad mood for as long as he possibly can (spoiler alert: not very long). Seeing the blush involuntarily overtake his cheeks and the strain of him trying his hardest to keep his lips pulled into a frown was intoxicating.

And then, the delicious final breaking moment when grumpy Bokuto disappears entirely, and one of your favorites replaces him- needy, horny, touch-drunk Bokuto. Fuck, you loved him like that. Absolutely weak for your touch, he’ll beg and whine until he gets what he wants, you, and then will praise you endlessly for your good work. When he’s drunk off of you like that, high off your every move, he is ridiculously vocal in his pleasure, and physically responsive, never able to keep still, his strong hands always grabbing at you greedily in any way he can. 

You are nearly drooling in your seat, sitting there picturing your very clear goal of ruining the pretty, angry man in front of you. You sat there fantasizing of what was to come, your none-the-wiser boyfriend staring hard at the road. If he had only turned to see the sultry, drooling stare his girlfriend was giving him through hooded lids, he may have immediately pulled the car over.

“Kouuu,” you muse his name with an enticing hum, unbuckling your seatbelt. He chooses not to notice, keeping his eyes on the road as he grunts in response. 

You lean across the middle dash, coming closer to his face, he still doesn’t turn. 

“I’ll give you a reward if you stop being grumpy” 

“Whatever,” he scoffs. Yep, holding tightly to his bad mood. Oh well, you smile, it just makes the next part all the more satisfying. 

You lean in close, your breath on his skin raising goosebumps he tries to ignore, you lightly press your lips on the soft spot of his neck, right beneath his ear, and he tenses. 

“Are you sure?” You hum, your tongue making slow contact with his sensitive skin, causing him to shiver. 

“Even if the reward is... road head?” You coo, just as you lightly bite at the already red skin on his neck. 

His response is positively delicious, you can feel heat and confliction pouring off of him. His primal side tenses and clenches his fists at the thought of your pretty mouth working its magic, while the stubborn, angry side of him huffs and turns his head, refusing to let you see the blush you brought to his cheeks. 

“What?” You smirk at his turned face, peppering open mouthed kisses on his now protruding jawline. “Do you not want it?” You run your hand across his taught chest, moving it up to the side of his neck to turn him towards you, not yet facing you, but just enough that you can graze your lips against his ear as you whisper, “I’ll only give it to you if you want it. You have to ask for it,” 

He shudders, a breath catching in his throat as you slide your hand back down his chest, running your nails slowly over the abs under his shirt, before teasing the waistline of his pants. At this point, he’s practically a mess trying to keep it together, his previously pouting lips now parted in arousal, his face red and hot and his resolve wearing thin. 

Your fingers tease the elastic of his shorts before you slip a hand inside, just over his briefs, purposefully palming his clothed erection with excruciating delicacy. You trace your fingers up his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace, and he inhales sharply. 

“But, if you don’t want it,” you say, suddenly caressing his cock with more pressure, gripping it firmly as you slide your palm back down it, just knowing you’re about to get that delicious confirmation you’ve been waiting for. It erupts from his mouth in a deep whine that makes your cunt ache.

“F-Fuck, I want it babe. I want it so bad.” 

A triumphant grin spreads across your face, and you return your lips to the tender skin on his neck. 

“Yeah?” You hum against his skin and finally slip your hand underneath his underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He moans at the sudden feeling of your skin finally touching his. 

“Tell me what you want, be sure to ask nicely.” 

His response is instant, a guttural groan behind his desperate and needy tone. 

“Please, give me road head. Ahh shit, that sweet mouth of yours. I need it.” 

That’s all you needed to hear to pull his member free from its strained place in his briefs, holding it teasingly with your fingertips. Lightly kissing the tip, you trace the tip of your tongue along the ridge with ghosting pressure, purposefully only giving delicate touches that frustrate him beyond belief. 

He is a panting mess by the time you finally put your lips around his aching dick, but you only take the head into your mouth, not a bit further. He grunts in protest and, whether involuntary or not, bucks his hips up in an attempt to push deeper in your mouth. 

You, however, knowing good and well your overzealous lover, saw this coming, and pulled up from him just before, using your forearm to hold his lap down. 

“Ah, shit, Come on... t-take it all,” he groans, and it breaks in a whine, a pout forcing onto his aroused features.

“Uh uh, grumpy boyfriends don’t get to be impatient. I’ll take you as slowly as I want,” you smile, and to add insult to injury, you slide your tongue up flat against him, from the base to tip, and he sputters out your name like a curse. 

Satisfied with his suffering, you pop his head back in your mouth and slide your mouth down all the way to the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks. Holy fuck, was he a mouthful. He responds immediately with verbal affirmation, like the perfect partner he is, a guttural moan of “Good” pulling from his throat, the hum of his baritone going straight to your cunt.

“Holy fuck, y-y/n, you look so fucking perfect right now.” He reaches one hand over to grab firmly at your ass, light-headed at the sight of you bent over the middle console for him. 

You pulled up from him quickly, and the sudden lack of contact mixed with your stern, dominant tone made him whimper, “Watch the road, both hands on the wheel, or I stop.” 

His hand darted away from you, the sudden sound of fists tightening around leather making you grin as you returned to your good work, bobbing rhythmically up and down his thick shaft. 

“Oh my god, s-shit, so fucking good angel. Love that- huhh, perfect fucking mouth of yours,”

The more you work with your skillful mouth, the more praises and curses pour from his throat. You love what a receptive lover he is, how confident and positively wet he makes you when he tells you exactly the way you make him feel. Which, at the current moment, was heavenly.

“F-Fuck, babe, I’m gonna- we should p-pull over-”  

“Keep driving. You take care of not crashing, and I’ll take care of you.” 

Your eagerness to please him... holy shit. This side of you is ruining him right now. He momentarily fears for the safety of his life and his pride, because you have the reins pulled so fucking tight on him right now it’s embarrassing, honestly. 

Your skilled tongue and fast-paced bobbing are making him come apart at the seams, his knuckles white and shoulders shaking, and he’s using every drop of will power to keep his eyes from clenching shut from the overwhelming stimulation. You slow your bobbing, tightening your lips as you pull up slowly to the top of his member, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head. Using your left hand to stroke the bottom of his shaft while your mouth is busy showing special attention to his head, your right hand slips under to take his heavy balls in your tight palm.

“Oh fuck, y/n! God, yes.” The way he hums and moans while you fondle his balls and suck on his sensitive head has you twitching, the sound of his voice vibrating in your soaked panties. 

You slide him out of your mouth with a smile, reveling in the shake of his muscular thighs, the tightness of his abs, all the little signs in his demeanor and body language that tell you you’re doing phenomenal. You lick another long, wet stripe up his shaft. He moans, and you take his large length in again with heightened enthusiasm. 

You start speeding up, his dick bottoming out in your throat with each head bob. His fingers curl and twist into your hair, tugging tight as his large palm on your scalp pushes you farther down on his cock. You specifically told him both hands on the wheel, but due to his endless symphony of deep moans and whiny praises egging you on, you figure you can let this disobedience go unpunished. Besides, with the obvious tensing of his thighs and twitching of his cock, you know he’s giving it his all not to just buck up into your mouth and fuck your pretty throat, he’s really being such a good, considerate boyfriend <3

“Fuck, shit,” He pants, and you can hear in his voice that he’s moments away from climax. You moan onto his cock as you hollow out your cheeks, and he pulls on your pretty locks trapped in his fist as his balls tighten. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s my baby,” Your name falls from his lips again and again as he cums, and you swallow his load that fills your mouth with greedy ambition. You bob up and down, his sensitive shaft twitching a few more times and he hisses, pulling you hard by your hair from overstimulation. 

You let his intense grip guide your head up to meet his eyes, and they are now dark and lidded with dangerous intent. The way he stares at your swollen pink lips makes you shudder. 

He reaches his thumb up to swipe the dripping cum from your bottom lip, and then pushes it in your mouth, setting his thumb on your tongue. 

This is one of your favorite things about your boyfriend. Some would think the sudden changes in mood would be exhausting, but usually, oh god, it took you by surprise in a way that had your panties soaking and your knees shaking. 

The power has entirely shifted, a moment ago you had all the control and dominance over your needy, horny, post-grumpy boyfriend, but now, oh boy. He’s looking at you with a fierce intent of payback, his golden eyes drinking in the way you tense with nervous anticipation, and you can see the punishment waiting for you in his eyes. 

Still gripping your hair tightly in his fist, he pulls you in for a quick, but devastatingly passionate kiss. He pulls away just as quickly, looking back to the road in front of him with deadly determined eyes. 

“We’re pulling over.” 

Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest as he whips into the closest secluded parking lot, your head spinning so fast you have no time to process the severity of your coming punishment as he throws you into the back seat, At least he isn’t grumpy anymore <3

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[s0seo]

Attitude Adjustment Pt.2

Pairing: Roommate!Jk x Reader x Roommate!Taehyung

WC: ~10.8K. Rating: M.

Description: After hearing an argument between your two roommates, you are a bit shocked to hear that they both have feelings for you. Add a bit of possessiveness and a dash of domination and you have one heck of a trio.

Genre: Smut. It’s literally just smut Bit of exposition, but it’s a filthy mess.

Warnings: little to no editing, swearing, bit of humor, dirty talk, a bit of guilt, hair pulling, slight choking, rough sex, low key masochism? (Idk they like their pleasure and pain), possessiveness, jk is sweet for a few seconds, unprotected sex (please be responsible), nipple appreciation (love to see it), praise kink  (Taehyung is a good boy), soft dom vibes, use of a wall, oral sex (f&m receiving), scratching, mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of yoga, usage of the words: princess and baby.

A/n: I hope you all enjoy! And as always I hope everyone stays happy and healthy. If you see a typo, no you didn’t, and if you don’t like fics like this, then don’t @ me I told you it was filthy.

A/n 2: I really want to send a shoutout to @mwitsmejk . Tbh I’d you hadn’t commented on the post I wouldn’t have written this, so I guess you could say this is for you ❤️😉

A/n 3: I’d also like to give a big thank you to @hobeemin and @jimidol for giving this a glance and making sure it was good enough to post.

© s0seo please do not copy or edit as protested under this license :)

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

You feel the words being whispered against your skin, pulling you from your slumber. From the gravelly tone, you're pretty sure it’s Jungkook.

For a moment, you think it’s just your imagination. After all, you were alone when you went to sleep last night, weren’t you?

A featherlight touch on your shoulder brings back everything that happened last night; the movie, the sex, god the sex, and ultimately falling asleep together.

‘Fuck,’ you think to yourself. ‘Why the hell did you have to make a move on both of them? And at the same time!’

This is definitely going to change things. But now, the only question is, how? You know that you’re interested in both of them and vice versa, but would they be willing to share?

God, just the reminder of the word makes you cringe internally at yourself. Telling Taehyung to share probably wouldn’t be that hard, but Jungkook… That needs to be handled...very, very delicately.

In retrospect, telling him that if he wanted you, he was going to have to learn to share while teasing him and making him watch as Taehyung fucked you was probably one of the worst ways you could have approached the subject. Well, you live and you learn.

The more you think about it though, the more you realize you don’t regret any of what happened. If anything you felt a bit satisfied at the look on his face as you took his ego down a few notches. What was it that Jungkook said to you last night right as you were falling asleep? “If it came down to it, you’d be all mine.”

Figures, you were a fool to think that just one night of teasing would get his ego under control.

A warm arm wraps around your body and you feel Jungkook’s muscular chest pressing against your back as he whispers, “I know you’re awake. If you want to avoid me, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

Maybe you’ll get another chance to play with his ego sooner than you thought. After all, putting him in his place and making him squirm has always been so much fun. If you didn’t know any better, you might even say that he enjoys it just as much as you do.

You release a quiet chuckle at his words before slowly sliding your body further back against his. If the firmness against your ass doesn’t tell you that he knows you’re awake, then his quiet groan in your neck certainly does.

Slowly opening your eyes, you hold back your disappointment as you find the space in front of you empty. Taehyung must have left early this morning to take a few photos. You know he’s been working on a photography project, but you thought he might have woken you up before he left.

“Morning,” you hear Jungkook whisper once more, his voice still scratchy from sleep. His fingers trace circles over your stomach, and as he presses his lips into your neck, you rub your ass against the hardness behind you, smiling to yourself as he releases another quiet groan. The sound alone brings warmth to your core.

You slowly turn over and look up at him. He stares into your eyes from behind his messy waves, his hand on his fist as he smiles playfully down at you.

“Hi there,” he says softly, and this time, his fingers slide along the curve of your waist. His smile is infectious. You’re almost tempted to run your hands along his body and turn his grin into a whimper. Almost.

“Tell me, were you pretending to be asleep because you regret what happened, or because you were hoping I’d wake you up with something other than words?”

His implication sends a wave of heat through your body, and you imagine just how good it would feel to be awoken by the feeling of his lips on your skin while his fingers tease you.

You return his smile as you admire his messy hair along with the visible bruise in between his throat and his collarbone. A small part of you knows they’re going to be an inconvenience for him, but you don’t really care. If anything, it only makes you want to give him more. Slowly, you reach up and brush your finger against his collarbone. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours.

“Neither. I was just waiting for you to leave so I could have the entire bed to myself again.”

You take the opportunity to give him a light playful kiss then trail your lips down to his neck.

“I guess that’s not going to happen now is it,” you pout playfully against his skin.

His arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, and he rolls onto his back until you’re left straddling him. He looks up at you, smirking as his hands slowly travel down from your waist to your thighs.

“Now what kind of guy would I be if I left you without even saying goodbye,” he asks as his hands finally settle on your ass.

You know his words were likely meant to be a dig at Taehyung, but you ignore them and instead glance at your clock and smile. “Don’t you have to leave soon?”

“I’ve still got like an hour. I'm sure they’ll be fine without me for a few minutes,” he assures you. “Besides,” his hands slide up your waist once more as he sits up and glances over at the mattress where Taehyung should be. “What’s wrong with wanting you all to myself for a bit? Don’t you want to have some fun?”

He leans in for a kiss but you hold a finger up to his lips to stop him.

“Uh-uh. Go. You need to shower. I don’t want to be the reason you’re late. Besides, your morning breath is practically lethal.”

He lets out a playful chuckle at your insult and before you can react, he gives your finger a playful nibble and wraps his arms around you.

You release a cry of surprise when he rolls your bodies over and settles himself between your legs. One of his hands pins your wrists above your head while the other travels down to the side of your body and lingers.

“You want to talk about morning breath,” he teases from above you. “I’m pretty sure your snoring could be heard from the other side of the city.”

A smile fights its way to your face, you are reminded once again why you consider him one of your best friends. His jealousy and possessiveness might leave much to be desired, but he is also one of the sweetest, silliest, and funniest people you know.

You let out a gasp of mock offense and see a mischievous glint make its way to his eyes. His fingers slowly slide up to your rib cage, and as you stare into his eyes, you know what’s about to happen.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn as you try to hide your grin and narrow your eyes at him. He smiles down at you suspiciously, and before you can push his hands away they’re on your sides tickling you. You release a cry of laughter, rolling your bodies over once more to straddle his waist as you begin tickling him as well.

For a few seconds that feel much longer, the two of you continue to roll one another over and claim your victory again and again. Finally, Jungkook cries out in defeat and you settle yourself on top of him once more as you look down at him and gloat.

“Looks like someone forgot they’re ticklish too…”

Your breathing is heavy as you pin his wrists above his head and you fight off a receding wave of giggles. Leaning down close to his face you can’t help but smile down at him. His eyes sparkle, and his smile is wide as he gazes up at you and steals a glance at your lips.

As you take in his expression, you realize once again how much you care about him.

His bright eyes stare deeply into yours, searching for something you can’t quite put your finger on.

You’ve noticed this look before, many times actually. It’s as if you’re the most beautiful and important thing in the world, and if he looks away even for a moment, he’ll miss you.

This is the look that has made your heart skip a beat so many times over the years, he’s always been so easy to be happy with. Joking, teasing, even when you’re struggling, you’ve always appreciated how easily he gets you.

You glance down at his mouth, your fingers lightly caressing his face before planting a soft, slow kiss on his lips. His hips rise up in response, and you feel his firmness meeting your core as he grabs your hips and begins grinding your body into his.

You know that all it would take to keep him here is sliding forward a few inches, and if you did he probably wouldn’t even argue with you. It would be so easy.

‘No,’ you chide yourself. ‘He has to get to work.’

You’re not going to let yourself be the reason he comes home later complaining about how much he’s fallen behind on his workload.

“What am I going to do with you,” you sigh as you smile down at him and caress his face once more. Just the sight of him is so precious.

He reaches up and smiles, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear as he admires you in return.

“I can think of a few things…” he teases.

“That won’t make you late,” you counter as he sits up once more.

“Well,” he says, “I do need to shower before I leave. Thanks to someone,” he teases, planting a playful kiss on your neck afterwards, “I got a bit dirty last night.”

“How unfortunate,” you pout, “well I just so happen to have a perfectly good shower that isn’t being used.”

His hands lazily massage your ass as he pretends to consider your offer.

“Who am I to refuse the offer of someone so beautiful and kind,” he asks, releasing a fake sigh.

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness and chuckle as you climb off of him, your smile now a copy of the one he gave you earlier.

As you watch him get out of bed, you admire his figure from behind. His shoulders and back are well toned, and the tattoos that run up and along his arm are all complimented by the curve of his biceps. Not to mention the scratch marks left on his shoulders from your nails last night.

“You know, normally I’d say it’s rude to stare, but in your case, I guess I should just ask if you’re enjoying the view.”

Your gaze travels from his lower body to his eyes, only to find him smirking at you over his shoulder.

In a lot of ways, you see yourself in him. His confidence, his humor, and his commitment to those he cares about is close if not equal to your own.

He was right when he said that the two of you were perfect for each other. However, what he continuously fails to realize is that unlike him, you can keep your cockiness and selfishness in check. Well, most of the time anyways.

You return his smirk and rise out of your bed. Making sure to keep your tone innocent, you walk up to him slowly.

Looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, you glance down at his lower body and tease, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…nothing too impressive here...”

He releases a doubtful chuckle before turning around to walk into your bathroom.

“Umm what do you think you’re doing,” you ask him before he can take a step in.

He looks down at you in confusion.

“I thought you said I could use your shower?”

“Of course you can, but just because I let you use my shower doesn’t mean I’ll let you track water all over the floor once you’re done.”

He lifts his eyebrows up at you as if to say “really,” but you guide him out of your room and confess, “alright, you got me. I don’t really give a shit about the water, I just really have to pee, and as close as we are, I don’t really need you to watch me.”

He holds back a chuckle at your confession, but you ignore him and continue. “Besides, you need to get your toothbrush and your clothes anyways.”

He lets out a laugh at your words and gives you a nod of defeat. “Of course, I’ll leave you to it then.” He winks down at you before casually walking down the stairs to his bedroom.

‘For someone who said they needed to get to work, he sure is taking his sweet ass time,’ you think to yourself as you rush to your bathroom and finally manage to relieve yourself.

Afterward, you quickly brush your teeth and turn the shower water on so that it’s warm for Jungkook when he comes back.

While you wait for him to return, you take the opportunity to look in the mirror and check out the damage from last night.

As your eyes finally settle on your reflection, you release a gasp, trying your best not to cringe at your reflection. This is what Jungkook called beautiful just now?

Your cheeks are puffy, smudged mascara surrounds your eyes, and there are dried outlines of black tears scattered along the sides of your face. You reach up to put your hair in a bun as you inspect the bruises on your neck and collarbones.

‘That’s going to be inconvenient to cover,’ you think to yourself. It’s a good thing you don’t have class today. You don’t know what you’d do if your professor saw his most promising assistant with bruises all over her neck.

Still gazing at your reflection, you smile and admire the marks further down your body as you remember the feeling of the mouths that put them there. The potential thought of more is already getting you much more excited than it should.

The bruises on your shoulder blades from the wall Jungkook pinned you against match the ones on your thighs from how hard he grabbed you. You were aware of his strength, but feeling him grab you like that and watching his muscles flex as he pounded himself into you was really something else.

The image of the scratches on your back brings a pleasant shiver down your spine and into your core as you remember the matching set you gave Jungkook as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

Just thinking about it makes you want to dedicate an entire day to let him fuck you again and again until you beg him to stop.

Now that you think about it, he seems so laid back about everything that happened last night. Maybe discussing your relationship won’t be that difficult after all. The understanding between the two of you might actually form on its own.

He’s always been this way with you. No matter what you’ve done, who you’ve slept with, or what others have said about you, Jungkook has always been by your side to support you, to care for you. Honestly, a part of you sometimes wonders why. You just wish he wasn’t so fucking possessive and cocky all the time.

The reflection of Jungkook’s slender frame pulls you from your thoughts, and you make a point of inspecting his body for any marks that might seem troubling.

“What,” he asks, his toned body walking towards you.

“I feel kinda bad for all of the bruises I left on you,” you admit. While they look pretty to you, you know that ultimately they’re going to be a problem.

He looks at himself in your slightly fogged mirror and shrugs at his reflection before wrapping his arms around the front of your body.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t really care about them.”

You lower your head a bit but persist, “Still, I probably should have asked if you were okay with it before I did it. I know I pushed you kinda far last night with the teasing and the pain.”

“Actually,” he looks up at the ceiling as he thinks, “I don't mind a little bit of pain, giving or receiving.” He adds the last part with a wink and a nibble on your ear.

“Oh really? And what about the teasing,” you ask, slowly turning your body towards him, ready to test his claim.

He grins down at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I love a challenge.”

You let your eyes roam across his face and give him a smirk. “Noted.”

Reaching up, your finger traces over one of the marks you left on his neck, and grimace a bit.

“Won’t these be inconvenient to cover though,” you ask, adding a bit of pout to your voice.

He angles his head before asking, “now why would I cover them?”

“Well, they aren’t exactly the image of professionalism,” you counter.

He gives you a smirk. “What are they going to do, fire me from my own company?”

You open your mouth to argue, but he raises a finger to your lips to interrupt you. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

You open your mouth to bite at his finger, but he gives you an amused smile and releases a dramatic sigh.

“If anything,” he mutters quietly, “they might make work a bit easier.”

He leans back against the wall, a hand running through his hair as he gazes down at you through half open lids.

‘Easier?’ You ask yourself silently. ‘What the hell does he mean easier?’

You place a hand on your hip while raising an eyebrow. “I really don’t see how.”

Cockiness radiates off of him as he reaches grins and pulls your body to his. “Well, I usually have a hard time getting around the office without employees throwing themselves at me.”

His confession makes you roll your eyes. ‘Of course he can’t make it five feet without being hit on,’ you think to yourself sarcastically. ‘After all, who would ever be able to turn down the famous game designer Jeon Jungkook?’

Your eyes search his face for a moment. You can’t tell if he’s saying this to be honest or if it’s just to see how you’ll react. Knowing him as well as you do, it’s most likely a bit of both. You’ve seen first hand just how many people would like a piece of him. Yourself included.

Still, would it hurt him to show a bit of humility every once in a while? You let out a laugh at his brazenness. Surely he doesn’t expect you to fall for this does he? His hand slides down the curve of your spine as you bat your eyelashes at him. If he wants to be this way, fine. Two can play at this game.

“Why don’t you just tell them you have a girlfriend or something,” you ask, feigning innocence.

He leans his head back against the wall, a chuckle leaving his pretty lips. “Trust me, I’ve tried, but they never believe me.”

When you don’t respond and instead simply narrow your eyes at him, he continues. “I don’t have any proof. No pictures, no date nights, no random gifts. It's almost like I…” he raises his eyebrows at you dramatically, “don’t have a girlfriend.”

“And just how often does this happen,” you ask, vaguely aware of the jealousy lining your tone. Now that you think about it, as much as you complain about Jungkook’s jealousy and possessiveness, when it comes to the thought of someone else having him, you aren’t much better.

His glances down at you silently, slowly walking you backwards until he presses your body between the counter and his muscular body. The muscles in his arms flex as he places his hands on both sides of your body and traps you against him. His face is hovering just inches from yours now, and he gives you a smirk that quickly turns into a playful pout. “Every. Single. Day,” he whispers, bringing his lips closer and closer to yours with every word.

You trace your finger down the side of his face, your eyes conveying a look of mock sympathy. ‘Now he’s just begging for me to claim him,’ you think, as you graze your nails along his throat.

“Oh you poor thing, it must be so hard fighting off all of those pretty girls and boys every day,” you tease, your pointer finger now grazing his bottom lip as you continue. “Constantly begging for your attention, begging for you to make them yours…”

“Yeah,” he agrees, noticing your jealousy, “it really is. But you know what the most satisfying part is?”

You angle your head at him, and he slides his hand along your thighs before grabbing your ass and lifting you onto the counter.

“What?”

He glances down at your lips, whispering into the steamy air between your faces, “Knowing that at the end of the day, no matter how hard they try, they’ll never compare to you.” His tone is playful, but his eyes are serious. “I belong with you.”

“You belong with me,” you echo back to him, finding satisfaction in his claim. Your nails lightly graze his scalp and shoulder as you stare up at him, a seductive smile spreading across your face.

He leans into your lips and whispers, “I always have baby,” before meeting them with his own.

The kiss is passionate yet unhurried. Your tongue flicks against his bottom lip while your legs wrap around his waist to pull his body closer. As he opens himself up to you your fingers find their way to his jaw and firmly hold it in place. His lips break apart from yours as you stare into his eyes. “You’re mine,” You say slowly, placing one more kiss on his lips. He’s perfect for you. He moans into your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips to pull your body into his while his head drops down to your chest.

You slide your nails lightly up the length of his abs as you pull away and bite down on his bottom lip. He’s intoxicating. His lips, his body, everything about him.

“Say it,” you breathe.

You release a whimper as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple, your fingers lacing through his messy waves.

“I’m all yours,” he says, his words followed by the sound of your moan as his fingers pinch your nipple.

“I told you I’d make you moan for me,” he whispers.

He lifts two of his fingers to your lips, and you roll your tongue around them

A gasp leaves your lips as his mouth travels to your other nipple while he lowers his fingers from your mouth to the wetness between your legs.

“God, you’re already so wet for me,” he groans against your skin before giving your nipple another sudden nip.

“Is it because you love the idea of having me all to yourself?”

He inserts one finger, then two, smiling as you whimper. “Maybe it’s the fact that you have a bit of competition,” he challenges as he adds a third.

You slide your fingers along the side of his face and firmly grip the back of his head between your hands. When his hand between your legs stills, you stare into his eyes and bring your face a breath away from yours.

“It’s because,” you confess quietly, while slowly sliding your hand down to his cock and wrapping your fingers around it. “I love the thought of other people wanting what’s mine.”

His cock twitches at your words, and you slide your fingers over the precum that coats his head, eager to spread it along the rest of him.

He releases a gasp as you tighten your grip and smirk. God, he feels so good in your hand. So thick and long, you can’t wait to have him inside you.

You throw your head back and whine as his fingers curl upwards, his free hand now reaching down to tease your clit.

“Who knew you’d be such a slut for my fingers…” He growls the words into your neck, your walls clench around him as his breath sends shivers along your skin.

“I could make you fall apart so easily…” he teases, increasing his pace. “With my hands…” he whispers, squeezing your clit and making you whimper. You feel your orgasm building with every sentence. At this rate, you’ll be cumming in no time.

“My lips…” he continues before trailing his lips across your throat and marking you roughly. “Even my c...cock…” he sputters out as your fingers lightly caress his balls while increasing your own pace. You can tell that his self control is slipping. Just a little bit further now.

He rests his forehead on the curve of your neck and releases a groan against your sensitive skin, his fingers still roughly hitting your spot over and over again. “Tell me what you want,” he groans. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

Your walls clench at his words. He’s all yours, only yours. “Harder,” you rasp as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck...” you gasp out.

He brings his lips to your ear. “You wanna soak my fingers in your cum, don’t you baby?”

You give him a nod and whimper as he reduces his pace to a slow aggressive assault, your nails digging into his shoulder.

“Say it. Tell me how fucking desperate you are for me.”

“Please,” you whimper, “I need you inside of me.”

“I’m all yours baby,” he whispers as he finds pleasure at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers.

Your hand leaves his cock and you grab him by his hair to pull him in for a desperate and forceful kiss.

“You’re mine,” you growl and meet his thrusts with your own as he returns to his deliciously aggressive pace.

“Only yours.”

You bury your nails into his shoulder as your orgasm barrels through you and onto his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body and you hear him groan at the pain as he continues to tease you through your orgasm.

When you come back down from your high, he lifts his cum-soaked fingers to his lips and slowly licks two of them clean.

His last finger rises to your lips, parting them. He smiles as you meet it with your tongue and swirl it around the taste of your pleasure.

He removes his other hand from your clit and pulls your head back to look up at him as he smirks down at you. “Did that feel good? Using my fingers to fuck yourself…”

You nod up at him, your eyes staring into his fucked out gaze while your hand smoothly slides down to his throat. Slowly you pull his lips back to yours, your free hand and drops your free hand back down to his cock. “How about I return the favor,” you ask softly, smirking at him.

You give it a few strokes before pulling his body forward and sliding him into your inviting core.

He groans out at your tightness, his forehead dropping to your neck. As he finally bottoms out, you let out a gasp. A grin spreads across your face as his hands roughly grab our ass and he lifts you up and pins you to the wall.

You release a cry at the force of each of his thrusts while reveling in the pleasure as your nails dig into his back. The pace he sets is slow at first, too slow. “Faster Kookie...harder”

He brings one of his hands to your throat, his grip tightening as he increases his pace.

“That’s right baby. I’m all yours. Now let me hear how badly you need me inside of you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a whine as he rams into your g-spot.

“I want to hear you fucking say it,” he growls as he brings his face close to yours and tightens his grip around your neck.

Again, he thrusts into you. And again. And again. The pace is as brutal as it is satisfying as he continues at an agonizing yet deliciously brutal pace while hitting your pleasure every time.

“Please...I...I need you…fuck…”

You are a moaning, whimpering mess as he fucks you against the wall, your shoulders already bruising once more from the force of his thrusts. It feels amazing.

Your nails rake along his back and through his waves, pulling them harshly. He leans his head back, a groan of ecstasy leaving his lips at the combination of pleasure and pain as you tighten your legs around him and pull him in even deeper.

Reaching up, you grab his face and admire his concentrated features. “Put me back down on the counter.”

He turns around and sets you down just as you instruct him. “Good boy,” you say as you slide your body down until your feet hit the floor.

You see a look of annoyance cross over his face at the name, but it disappears as soon as it arrives.

You turn around, facing the mirror as you spread your legs and reach behind you to guide his lips to your neck. You sigh at the feeling of his teeth on your skin once more and lean your head back as his body slides against yours.

As his cock passes against your tailbone, you close your eyes, your head falling forward as he teases your lips.

“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

You feel his hand reach up and smoothly wrap his fingers around your throat.

His breath tickles the skin of your neck, making tour walls clench in response.

“Look at me,” he whispers into your ear as he slowly slides in and out of you once more.

When you open your eyes, the image before you brings a moan. You watch as his fingers slide from your throat to your breast and tease your nipple with his fingers.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your reflections are blurry, but that just makes it even hotter. Your gaze travels up to his and you tilt your head to the side and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I want you…” you groan out breathlessly as he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, “to show me exactly what I’ve been missing all this time.”

You tighten around him as he pinches your skin, and he leans forward and begins marking your neck once more.

“Your wish,” he says before placing a rough kiss on your neck, “is my command princess.”

You have half a thought to offer a snarky retort, but all thoughts disappear as he slowly pulls himself out and suddenly slams back into you. You can’t help the cry that leave your lips, or the stars that fill your vision as he begins his grueling pace.

You watch the way his neck flexes as he thrusts, the way his lips curve as he gasps out. God he’s so fucking attractive. And he’s all yours.

You feel yourself tighten around him and find him watching your bodies through your reflections. Fuck he looks so good like this. You both do. The only thing that could make this better is if Taehyung was here too.

You lean forward, bracing your hands out in front of you as you watch your bodies.

“Fuck me harder. I want to feel all of you inside of me.”

He grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to arch your back as he grunts and buries himself even deeper. God he makes you feel so full. He’s so rough with you. It’s perfect.

You look into his eyes as every thrust forces a gasp out of you, his hand occasionally traveling down your back and slapping you ass hard.

“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing my cock like this.”

You moan back to him in response and your eyes roll back into your head as he reaches around and begins teasing your over sensitive clit again.

“Fuck…I…I’m getting close,” you warn him. You try to fight off the pleasure, to make this moment last as long as possible, but he squeezes your clit tightly and growls into your neck. “Cum for me baby.”

When you whimper, he pinches your clit again and bites down on your neck. “Come on, don’t fight it… show me how easy it is to make you cum.”

You narrow your eyes at his reflection and release a cry as he slaps your ass hard once more and moves even faster.

“Come on...show me how much you love my cock…”

He slaps your ass again and places his fingers around your neck. You feel his breath tickle your skin with every gasp, his grip tightens as his lips tease the skin of your neck once more.

Suddenly, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and you feel your body stiffen, your legs giving out on you completely as your second orgasm finally crashes through you. He continues his thrusting and tightens his grip on your hips as he rests his body against yours and unloads himself inside of you.

You feel the vibrations of his groans through your skin and reach behind you to and guide his lips down to yours. As he finally pulls out, you look down at your legs and admire the mixture of your cum as it slowly slides down your leg.

Part of you imagines how hot it would be to see Jungkook and Taehyung on their knees in front of you licking it up. Who knows, with the way your relationship with them has been progressing, it might not be that unlikely.

Your focus returns to the man behind you, your legs still a bit shaky as you turn around. A small smile lines your face as you brush his hair from his face and caress his beautiful features.

He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around him once again as he carries you into the shower and sets you down on the built-in seat.

As you take a moment to allow your muscles to rest, you find yourself realizing just how out of shape you are.

Your body, for many obvious reasons, is exhausted. If your relationship with these men is going to continue, you’re going to need to start going to the gym again. Part of you is actually surprised you haven’t suffered from a hip cramp already. ‘Maybe some yoga would be better,’ you think to yourself.

As you somehow manage to rise to your feet and stand with him underneath the surprisingly still-warm water, your eyes close and a soft groan escapes your lips at the feeling of it.

When you finally open them again, you find Jungkook staring at you. His eyes follow the water as it cascades down your body, his teeth softly biting his bottom lip as his hands find your waist.

As your hands travel along his arms, you lean forward and drag your tongue along his neck. His grip on your waist drops down to your ass, and you begin trailing your lips along his collarbones.

You love how sensitive his body is. How easy it is to mark it, and especially how much he enjoys you playing with it. Especially his nipples.

Your lips make their way to one of his nipples, and he groans as you drag your teeth against it. Looking up at him, you smile as you slide your tongue against it and continue to tease it with your teeth. You’ve always loved watching him squirm.

Slowly, you move to his chest plate, your lips trailing featherlight kisses on his skin before continuing on to his other one.

He grabs your bottle of shampoo and squeezes it into his palm before massaging it into your hair. You close your eyes, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling of his fingers on your scalp. As the water washes the shampoo away, you take the opportunity to grab your body wash and work on cleaning his body.

You watch the bubbles form in your hands while he turns around, closes his eyes, and lets the water run over him.

He squirts more shampoo into his palms and this time massages it into his own hair while you reach forward and spread the soap along his body. God you could rub his body all day. His skin is smooth, yet firm as your fingers massage the bubbles into his muscles.

Now that you think about it, if you had known he was going to be this open with you this quickly, you would have made a move on him sooner.

His back arches as he leans into your hands, and you press your body against his back and begin spreading the body wash across his chest and stomach.

You let your hands slide lower and slowly wrap your fingers around his cock, smiling as he leans further into your body and lathers more body wash over his arms and chest. You place a few bite marks across his back and in between his shoulder blades and smile as he twitches in your palm.

Your hand begins sliding along his length, and he leans his head back and releases a groan as you slide your other hand up his chest and wrap your fingers around his throat.

His breathing quickens as you slide your thumb across his tip, and you gasp as he suddenly turns around and smiles down at you. His hands caress your face as he plants a sweet, lazy kiss on your lips. As his tongue slides against your lip, your hand returns to his cock, hoping to finish what you started.

He looks down at you once more and smirks before pulling his body away. “I thought you said you didn’t want to make me late?”

You narrow your eyes at him coyly and smile.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” he whispers before squeezing a bit of body wash in his palm and spreading it across your body.

His hands slide over your shoulders and your breasts, then massage their way down to your ass, and finally come to a stop between your legs.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh as you feel his gentle fingers cleaning you up. Where the hell did he learn to do this?

His lips brush against yours, and a moan escapes your lips as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. God he feels good. His hands massage your ass, and as he pulls your body closer to his, you feel his still very much erect cock resting between your bodies.

Looking up and into his eyes you give him a smile, lower yourself onto your knees, and take him into your mouth. After all, what kind of roommate would you be if you didn’t help him get rid of the problem you caused?

He squirts some of your conditioner into his hands and massages it into his hair before doing the same to yours.

As his fingers slide though your hair he grabs a handful of it and throws his head back as you take him deep into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you lift up a hand and begin massaging his balls.

He reaches out and places a hand on the wall in front of him as he leans forward, grits his teeth, and watches you from above.

“I’m gonna cum.”

You look up at him from beneath your eyelashes and take him out of your mouth. Smiling up at him, you wrap your fingers around him and continue jerking him off nice and slow, your lips sucking hard around his tip over and over again.

He sucks in a breath and caresses your face as you stare up and smile at him.

“Come on Kookie, what are you waiting for? I thought you said you were in a hurry…”

You feel him twitch in your hand once more and he lets out a whine as you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock up from the base and around his tip and suck it extra hard.

“Please,” he breathes.

“Come on, show me how good you taste Kookie…” you tease, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Show me how easily you fall apart for me…”

His hands brace against the wall in front of him and he blocks the water from hitting you as you drop your hand and finally take him as deep as you can.

You feel him tense inside of your mouth a moment before you feel him shoot his load down your throat.

He releases a groan, and he thrusts himself into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm.

Slowly, you pull your mouth away from him, lick up the remaining cum from his cock, and smile up at him once you finish.

He pulls you up to your feet and places a kiss on your lips as he moans against your mouth.

“Let me taste,” he whispers against your lips before meeting his tongue with yours.

He explores your mouth for a few seconds, and your hands rise up to his chest as you rotate your bodies and moan at the feeling of the warm water running down your back.

Your hand travels down to his length you pull away for a minute as you finish rinsing him off.

His hands caress your face, and you stare up into his eyes as he looks down and lightly kisses your nose.

“Where are your towels again?”

When you don’t answer right away, he shuts the water off and steps out.

“Unless you plan on me licking you dry,” he teases, “it would probably be a good idea to give me a hint.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully and point to the nearest cabinet beneath the sink.

“And here I was thinking that you would be smart enough to look for them.”

He tosses a towel at you in response and you wrap your towel around you and head back to your room to get dressed.

“I hope you don’t mind. I went ahead and laid all of my clothes out,” he calls as he notices you staring at his clothes on your bed.

You tilt your head at him and sigh.

“Guess that means I have to help you get ready then doesn’t it?”

You reach into your dresser and grab a grey shirt you ‘borrowed’ from Jungkook a few months back and slide on a pair of comfy black sleep shorts.

“Is that my shirt,” you hear him ask from behind you.

“Technically speaking, it’s our shirt. I distinctly remember that I’m the one who bought it.”

“For me.” He adds with a laugh as he puts his underwear on.

Your eyes follow his movements as he puts on his pants next. Before he can button up his shirt though, you grab his hands and sit him down in your bed.

You straddle his thigh and smile at him as you begin sliding his tie around his neck. His thigh flexes between your legs and you angle your head and smile at him as your fingers fasten his buttons.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses.

His hands slide along your body and finally settle on your ass as he looks up at you.

You leave a few of the top buttons of his shirt undone and look into his eyes for a moment. Just seeing the adoration written across his face as his gaze meets yours is enough to make you want to melt in his arms.

Taking his face between your palms, you lean down and place a featherlight kiss along his lips. He returns it earnestly. Your body responds eagerly to his hands as they travel along your ass and your back. Your mind however, keeps wandering back to his earlier confession. ‘If the workers at his office don’t believe he has a girlfriend, why not give them something to talk about’ you think to yourself.

Breaking the kiss, you lightly slide your lips along his jaw until you reach his throat, your tongue massaging his sensitive skin. Using one hand to turn his head and hold his jaw in place, the other slides beneath his collar as your lips find an empty space and mark it.

He releases a groan from beneath you, and you remove your mouth and place a feather light kiss over the fresh bruise before buttoning the rest of his shirt and tying his tie. That ought to be enough.

“What time do you think you’ll be back today,” you ask as you follow him to the living room.

He looks at his watch before sliding on his blazer and pursing his lips.

“Probably no later than six or seven. I have a meeting with a few of the game developers, and I need to fix some of the bugs that we found yesterday.”

You give him a nod. Seven should work fine. That’ll be just in time for dinner. You know that it would also be a good opportunity for all of you to finally talk and get on the same page.

“Okay. Tae and I can wait for you to get back and we can cook dinner together.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue as he responds dryly, “Sure.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he ignores your irritation.

“I better go. I’ll see you later,” he says before placing a quick gentle kiss on your lips and walking out the door.

You know that he’s probably upset that you’re including Taehyung in your plans, but he’s just going to have to get over it. Taehyung isn’t going anywhere, and if he wants to act like he’s the only one who can have you then he’s got another thing coming.

You run a hand through your hair and walk back to your room as you release a yawn. A few more hours of sleep probably wouldn’t hurt. You grab the damp towels from on top of your bed and hang them up before turning your lights off and crawling back underneath your blankets.

By the time you wake up Taehyung should be back and you and him could probably make some lunch. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll bring some food home. Hopefully he’s taken some nice photos while he’s out.

You curl your body into your blankets and close your eyes as you imagine yourself between your roommates once again.

~

Bright light shines against your closed eyes, and you turn your head away from it and find yourself underneath the body of your sleeping roommate. Well, half underneath him.

His head is resting between your neck and your shoulder and one of his arms is resting on your waist while the other is pulled against his chest.

One of his legs is resting between yours as he holds onto you like one of his body pillows from on top of your blanket.

You smile down at him and use your free hand to softly brush a few of his curls from his face.

He seems to still be in his street clothes. His loose white v-neck and his tan pants stand out against the black of your comforter.

“God he looks so good,” you think to yourself. “He’s even adorable when he sleeps. If not even more so,” you add after a moment.

The bruises on his neck as well as the bite mark on his shoulder, courtesy of your teeth last night, send a feeling of satisfaction to your core. He looks so good like this, covered in bruises you gave him, like marks of commitment to you and only you.

The thought of that alone causes you to slide your hand down from his face to his chest and trace your finger over one of the bruises you left there.

You hold back a smile as you hear the light sound of snoring enter your ears.

Looking over at your clock you see that it’s already two pm. It’s been about four hours since Jungkook left. You wonder how long Taehyung has been back now. Maybe he was waiting for you to wake up and eventually fell asleep.

A grumble from your stomach reminds you that it’s time for lunch and you look down at your roommate and try to figure out how to remove yourself from his embrace.

After trying and failing for a few minutes, your stomach and your bladder decide that enough is enough. He’s just going to have to wake up too.

You decide to be gentle, and lightly sweep his hair out of his face as you look at him. Your lips place a soft kiss on his forehead, and you feel him move beside you and pull your body closer to his.

You watch his eyes open slowly, and a small smile makes its way to his face

“Hey you,” you whisper softly as you stare into his eyes.

He gives you a smile and reaches up for your hand before kissing it.

“Good afternoon sleepy head.”

“How are you feeling,” you ask as you continue to smile at him. “Since last night, I mean.”

He purses his lips as he thinks about it before giving you a sweet smile.

“I’m good, better than good actually.”

“I didn’t push you too far last night did I,” you ask, keeping your voice soft.

His eyes widen momentarily and he shakes his head as he tries to reassure you, “no really I liked it I promise. You made me feel good about myself, so thank you.”

You give him a slightly relieved smile and move his hair out of his face flushed.

“Was there anything that you didn’t like? Anything that made you uncomfortable?” You ask as you trace a finger along his jaw and around his lips.

He begins shaking his head in response but stops abruptly.

“I...I just...I feel kinda nervous,” he confesses.

“About what?”

“I don’t think Jungkook likes me. I mean I thought we were friends and everything for a while, but once he found out I liked you, he just got really mean.”

Your eyes search his face. Sometimes you forget that he’s the oldest of your two friends. While Taehyung used to be more or a silly jokester when you first met him, he slowly became more shy as the years went on.

You aren’t exactly sure why caused the change, but his lack of confidence in himself is what makes him such an easy victim for Jungkook’s judgement.

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you,” you reassure him. “He’s just jealous.” You know deep down that what you said is probably true, but the reality right now is that Jungkook’s jealousy towards Taehyung means that he’s already decided that he doesn’t like him anymore. Maybe you can change that though. You hope that one day he will regain that bit of confidence he had when you first met him.

You softly run your fingers through his messy curls as you think about how to make Taehyung feel more at ease while also convincing Jungkook to back off.

Suddenly, your nose picks up a smell. Looking down at your friend you ask, “Tae, did you shower before you left this morning?”

He tenses up before shyly looking away and shaking his head.

“Umm kinda, I rinsed off a bit, but it was really early so I just kinda threw on some clothes and left.”

You narrow your eyes at him as you pull out of his embrace. “You know how I feel about dirty bodies in my bed,” you groan.

He looks away again, but sits up and adds quietly, “you didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.”

“What was that,” you counter, both amused and a bit surprised at his sudden show of sass.

He clears his throat before correcting himself and explaining, “well I uh… I know that the blankets needed to be washed anyways so I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal you know… sorry.”

You hold your frown for just a few more seconds then break into a playful smile. “It’s fine, I need to wash these sheets today anyways.”

You notice him quietly release a breath and let out a nervous chuckle at your response before standing up and stretching. As his shirt rises, Your eyes slide to his stomach and you reach forward and slide your hand beneath it.

His cheeks redden as he notices your touch and you slide your fingers a bit further up his stomach as you say, “I don't remember telling you to leave just yet.”

He rests a knee on your mattress and leans into your touch, his eyes closing as your other hand reaches up to caress his face.

“Is that what you want,” you pout innocently, “to leave me all alone in here?”

He bites down on his lip nervously, and you slide your hand downwards now, already prepared to tease him.

You want to leave me up here all by myself? Just like this morning, without a single goodbye,” you pout as your fingers tease the waistband of his pants.

“I…I don’t want to wake you,” he sputters, a small whimper leaving his lips.

“But you missed all the fun,” you pout. Jungkook and i had a nice little shower together. I know it would have been so much nicer if you were there too…”

He gasps as your finger traces over the hard outline of his cock, but you simply ignore it and continue. “I could have helped you… the same way I helped him…”

He moves his knee, and slowly slides his body down to your floor. His sweet eyes stare into yours as he gazes up at you from his knees.

You move to the edge of your mattress and open your legs so his head can rest between your knees.

Taking your index finger and placing it beneath his chin, you lean forward and taunt him. “You would have liked that wouldn’t you? Watching Jungkook fuck me until I can’t take it anymore…”

He sucks in a breath, his gaze sliding to your mouth.

Your fingers slide through his curls and grab them roughly as you whisper, “maybe, you would’ve wanted to see the look on Jungkook’s face as you fucked every last thought of him out of my mind…”

He moans at the pain from his head and you place a light kiss on his lips. “Would you have liked that?”

He nods up at you earnestly.

“That’s too bad…” you sigh, shrugging your shoulders . “Maybe if you hadn’t left so quickly this morning you could have gotten all of them.”

When he closes his eyes in frustration, you gently slide his curls away from his eyes. You can tell he’s frustrated. He’s probably beating himself up for missing the opportunity to be with you again, and losing to Jungkook.

“I meant what I said earlier though.” You whisper conspiratorially, hoping to pull him from his thoughts. “You should probably take an actual shower. You still smell like the bar from last night.”

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and looks down at his lap as he nods.

“Yeah you’re right I don’t exactly feel clean right now anyways.”

You smile at him and playfully ruffle his curls as you say, “hurry up and shower, I’ll go ahead and put my blankets in the wash and then we can make some lunch when you finish.” He looks down at his lap, and you slide your fingers over the fabric. “Who knows, maybe we can have some desert as well,” you add with a smirk.

He gives you a nod as he stretches and tiredly shuffles out of your room before grabbing a towel from the hallway closet and heading to the bathroom.

You pull your sheets and blankets from your bed and bring them to the washing machine. You’re just about finished setting up your bed again when you hear Taehyung walk up behind you.

“Ooh that was pretty fast!”

You glance over at him, ready to respond when suddenly your mind goes blank. A stray droplet of water drips from his hair and along his chest as he leans against your bedroom doorway. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but when you saw him in the past you made a point not to let yourself stare, now there’s nothing stopping you.

“What,” he asks concerned, “is there something on me?” He looks down at his body and your eyes travel down to the towel hanging loosely around his waist.

Your mouth waters at the image of what’s behind the fabric and you begin having an internal struggle about what you want to do.

The sheets on your bed are new. You just spent the last twenty minutes struggling to put your bed together. But just look at him. How are you supposed to ignore how fucking good he looks right now.

‘Okay,’ you tell yourself, it’ll be fine. The sheets won’t get dirty, I’ll figure it out.’

You clear your throat and angle your head at your roommate who’s now looking at you like you’ve just grown a third head.

“Come here,” you whisper quietly, pointedly, as you curl your finger at him.

He walks towards you nervously, and your hands travel along his damp skin. He sucks in a breath as you reach forward and begin tracing your fingertips along the outline of his biceps. You feel the goosebumps that form along his arms and back as your fingers slide over it, and you let your eyes slowly roam up his body until you’re left glancing between his eyes and his mouth.

“Do you know how long it took me to put my bed together?”

He looks at your bed behind you and widens his eyes a bit.

“Umm a while?”

You reach up and lightly grab his chin.

“So long,” you answer, your lips lightly brushing against his.

Your hand slides up and down his chest and abdomen, your nails scratching his skin slightly as it goes.

He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath as your nails tease at his nipples, and you guide his body to your bed and sit him down.

“You know what that means,” you ask careful to keep his body in place.

When he shakes his head, you grab his chin firmly and whisper, “it means, we’re going to be very, very careful.”

He looks up at you, uncertainty filling his gaze, as you lean him back and climb up his body. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a few remaining water droplets dripping down his neck and chest.

His chest is your first stop, your tongue lightly sliding along his smooth skin until taking a detour to one of his nipples.

His hands travel to your hips, and he grabs them softly as he watches your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around his nipple gently, and you lightly graze your teeth against the sensitive skin and pull.

His fingers tangle in your hair and you slide your tongue along his chest until you get to his other nipple and do the same. You notice that he’s already hard beneath his towel and let one of your hands untuck the fabric from his hips.

From somewhere in your room you hear your phone vibrate, but you ignore it. You have more important things to worry about right now.

Your tongue travels up his chest and along his collarbones, your lips placing light kisses over the bruises you made on his soft skin last night.

His hands slide along your thighs as they make their way beneath your shirt and around your breasts.

You grab his wrists and hold them together firmly above his head, your mouth returning to his for a slow hot kiss. Your tongue slides against his and you nip at his bottom lip before whispering, “no touching.”

He gives you a nod, and you slide your body until you’re kneeling on the floor in between his legs.

“You know, seeing all of that water on you made me so thirsty,” you tease.

He sits up and leans back on his elbows, biting his lip nervously before nodding down at you.

“Maybe you can help me with that.”

You curl your finger at him once more, and he leans towards you as he waits for you to continue. You lean forward and globe him a slow kiss while sliding your hand along his jaw. You pull back after a moment and slide your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Hmm, I thought that might help, but I guess I need more.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, and you look into his eyes and bring two fingers to his mouth.

His lips part as you slide your fingers between them and his tongue swirls around them as you pull them back out.

“Good boy,” you praise as you slide your tongue along the same two fingers.

“Maybe this would make me feel better,” you tease as you slide your fingers over his precum and spread it along his length.

“Would you like me to try?”

He releases a whine before quietly groaning out the words, “yes...please...yes.”

You smile up at him as you slowly drag your tongue from his base to his tip.

His hands ball into fists as he gasps, and he squeezes his eyes shut as you take him into your mouth.

“Look at me,” you say. “If I see you look away or close your eyes again I’m going to stop. Understand?”

He gives you a quick nod. “I understand.”

“Good,” you say and take him back into your mouth, deeper this time.

You watch one of his hands move closer to you, and you lightly drag your nails along the insides of his thighs.

Again you hear your phone vibrate, but you’re so close now. You can’t just stop.

“Please, let me touch you…”

You slide your hand up and down his length and give him a nod.

“Sure.”

His hand slides around the back of your head and he grabs a fistful of your hair as you take him into your mouth again. You try to take him deeper each time, but he’s just too big. You feel him reach the back of your throat, and groan as your gag reflex threatens to appear.

‘Come on,’ you tell yourself. ‘Just a little bit more. If you could do it last night you can do it now.”

Your phone vibrates now for a third time, and you see Taehyung reach behind him and grab your phone from beside your pillow.

“Here, go ahead and take it. It seems pretty important if they keep calling.”

You take him out of your mouth and look at the caller ID. To your surprise it’s your father. Well, not technically your father. It’s his secretary. You know that he would never take the time to personally speak to you.

You roll your eyes and clear your throat before releasing a sigh of exasperation and accepting the call.

“What?”

“Hi Miss, Y/N, this is Keni Ouro calling from your fathers office, do you have a minute?”

You grit your teeth, as you glance at your roommate in front of you.

“Not really, what do you- I mean what does he want?”

“I’m glad to hear you’re available,” she responds sweetly.

“No I didn’t sa-“

“I have your father on the line,” she interrupts as usual. “Just a moment.”

Taehyung watches as your gaze hardens, and he mouths the words “everything okay” as you take a seat on the floor.

You give him a nod and cover the mic of your phone as you whisper, “I’m really sorry, can we finish this later.”

He wraps his towel around his waist once more and kneels down in front of you as he nods.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he whispers, “but you got this.”

He closes the door behind him quietly, and as he leaves you find yourself thinking you father better have a damn good reason for calling you out of the blue after all this time.

You hear a click on the line as your father finally picks up the phone, and take notice of your angry reflection across from you.

“Father,” you say, the word both your greeting and your method of irritation.

“Hello, Y/N.”

***************

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Play Pretend

Summary: When the chance comes to escape you're are going to play it smart to make sure you get away.

Trigger Warnings: Murder, gun usage, abuse, violence, kidnapping, imprisonment.

Jungkook

Yandere!Jungkook

Mafia!Jungkook

It's been about a week since Jungkook locked you in. Only now were the bruises on your ribs going down. And no matter how quickly he shifted back to normal and calmed down the damage was done, he’d shown you a truly terrifying side of himself and you knew he couldn’t be trusted anymore. The worst of it was that he never even feigned an apology. He didn’t think he was in the wrong to react like he did. He just went from one day to the next like nothing was different.

You felt so stupid. You had thought there was something not right with him the first time you met him. But instead of trusting your gut, you got swept up in his good looks and charm. And that lack of discernment is the reason why you've been trapped in his house for a week now. You tried to tell him that people would be looking for your eventually. But with full certainty, he assured you that wouldn’t be the case. You weren’t sure why or how, but you knew that he 100% believed it. And that made your situation even more despondent.

This evening, for the first time in 8 days, Jungkook finally left the house.  You had thought it might be a chance for you to look for an escape, but to your disappointment, he left one of his ‘employees’ with you.  You still can't pinpoint what he does exactly, but all of the people you have seen with Junkook have a similar dangerous vibe. This one is no exception. Tall, strong, large and mean-looking. It completely dashed your hopes of getting away.  That was until you heard the clear and threatening order Jungkook gave him.  For the second time, you were seeing this sweet kind young man have men double his age, who were larger and tougher looking than him, look weak and fearful. The exact wording slipped your mind, but the gist of it was if anything happens to you while he is gone, Jungkook will violently kill your guard.

After a few hours of stirring, half hesitant to try and half trying to perfect the idea, you finally decide you need to at least attempt a prison break.

Calling the guard, you drop to the bedroom floor, curling yourself tight, clutching your ribs. You knew your bruises were still purple and black there, so it would be the most convincing place to say you had pain.  After a few screams, the man dashes in his face draining at seeing you writhing on the floor in agony.

“What happened?” He barks.

“I fell. It hurts.” You wheeze, knowing it's best to keep your details simple to maintain the act.

He bends to help you up and you wail a faked cry of pain, applying your years of watching dramas into practice. You’re not sure how believable your act is, but the man is so swept up in the panic of the moment, it doesn’t really matter.  As he gets you onto the bed, you pull up your shirt slightly exposing your marks and bruises and it's the tipping point.  He goes from worried to frantic.

"Sh-" he whispers the exclamation under his breath. He looks to ponder his options, and you hope your theory is right and that he is too afraid to call Jungkook first. "Alright, you need to go to the hospital." He declares. You have to lean more into the pained acting to stop a smile from coming onto your face, thankful that your plan is so far working.

The guard picks you up bridal style and carries you downstairs with an urgent patter to his steps. Getting you into the back seat of the car, he rushes into the front and begins driving. Despite his craze, you're surprised to see him driving so steadily and rationally. Abiding the road rules and sticking to the speed limits.

You think your best, or only option would be to get some privacy with Doctor at the hospital and tell him everything. Beg him to call the police. The one risk for going to the hospital is the possibility of the guard not leaving you to talk to the Doctor.

"Fuck." The man hisses under his breath as his phone begins to ring.

The call connects to the cars Bluetooth as he answers, blasting Jungkooks voice in surround sound.

"I'm at home, but you're not. Where are you?" He questions with an ominous tone. The drivers head flicks back to you, his uncertainty flashing through his eyes as he decides what or how much of the truth to tell.

"She hurt herself. Her chest. So I am taking her to the hospital." He reveals everything with a shake in his voice.

Jungkook bursts into a sharp laugh, the sudden piercing of it through the speakers making both of you jump. "She's fine. Bring her back now."

You spring upright, eyes wide. The car rolls to a stop at the traffic light, the man's gaze meeting yours in the rear-view mirror. Jungkook knows! He knows you're faking it. He's going to hurt you again when you get back. You can't let him take you back.

The second the car stops, you don't pause to think, yanking on the door handle and throwing yourself out of the car. Because it is nearly midnight, the suburban area is desolate, but there are a few houses that still have lights on. You know your best option is one of those.

Breaking into a sprint you run across the main road over the island and towards the first house you can see any sign of life in. In a mad frenzy, you begin to pound on the door, calling and screaming for help, begging for them to open. Behind you, you can feel the guard quickly catching up and your pleading gets more desperate.

Giving you pure relief, the front door opens on a middle-aged man looking nearly as petrified as you. You don't wait to explain or discuss anything instead barge past him, hurling yourself through the open door. You spin on your heels, slamming the entrance closed. It doesn't shut though. The full body of the guard powers through the door colliding into you and the homeowner, knocking you both onto the ground in a painful blow.

With a heavy breath and a wild look in his eyes, he stalks over top of you, sealing you all in. The guard pulls a gun and his phone from his pocket, the call to Jungkook seeing to still be active. "Alright, I have h-" he speaks into the receiver, pointing the weapon at the man, rendering him frozen.

"Where are you?!" Jungkook yells, making the guard pull the phone from his ear. Even from a few meters away you can hear his hostile voice loudly and clearly.

For 10 minutes you are sat in the living room numb with fear. You could hear how furious Jungkook was. You can see how mad and nervous your guard is, and you can feel how confused and terrorised the older man is. Without movement, the three of you are stuck in a tense stare off, none able to speak.

On the 11th minute, there is a knock on the front door. The guard peers through the side window and his breath catches in his throat.

You start to physically shake as Jungkook comes in with two more men at his back, looking like an uneven, unsettling mix of calm and intense. Walking in with his hands in his pockets, he takes the size of all three people in the room.

"You left the car in the middle of the road?" He asks the guard, his gaze staying fixed on you.

"Yes. I had to chase her down." He tries to explain shortly.

"Ah," Junkook muses with a click of his tongue. "Get rid of it." He orders one of the other men who came in with him.

The guy nods, rushing to follow the instruction. As the door slams shut, Jungkook walks towards you squatting to your level. "Your ribs hurt Kitten?" he asks with a faked sweetness. He leans down digging his forefinger and thumb into your ribcage. It brings back the true pain of your injuries, making you squeal and writhe while trying to get away from him. His hand wraps around your side, keeping you in place and pushing you to the floor, crushing and gripping your wounds, bringing shortness to your breath and tears to your eyes.

After tormenting you for a few miserable minutes, Jungkook scoffs out a short laugh, standing back up nearly stepping on top of you. "Pick him up" He orders your guard, gesturing toward the homeowner on the floor behind you. He does so, having to hold a lot of the man's weight to get him to his feet. "Anyone else in the house?"

"No, I don't think so." The guard replies with uncertainty.

"Well you're not exactly reliable, are you?" Jungkook sneers.

You jump as two incredibly loud bangs echo out. One after the other, both the guard and the older man drop to the floor. Looking up at Jungkook horrified, he is standing over you holding a gun having just shot the two men. Your stomach is churning at the realization of what he just did. There is only a weak grunt and then silence from the older man, his body slumping still and lifeless. But from the other, there are continued struggled and gasped moans. Jungkook coolly walks to him, another shot firing and the pained sounds stop. Only silence and the pulsing ringing in your ears from the sudden blasts remain.

You're motionless. Panting broken breaths. Too in shock to move. Too scared to do anything. You can't believe this is happening. You're sure you're about to die.

"Go check the house." Jungkook kneels down beside you again, throwing the order to the second man that came with him.

With just the two of you left in the room, he comes closer, speaking lowly and gruffly in your ear. "See what you did Y/n." He motions to the side of you, to the murderous and violent display. You can't bring yourself to look. You know the sounds of those two men will haunt you for the rest of your life. You don't want to add the gruesome image of it as well. "Do want to play? You want to pretend to be in pain?" His hand roughly brushes the hair from off your face. He switches the gun from one hand to the other, his now free left hand digging tightly into your jaw, turning you to him. "Well, we're going home Kitten. And you won't need to pretend when I'm done with you."

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