#something something speaking of figuring things out me n abed have an announcement

[pretendrocketships]

Planez

About: Shawn’s the pilot. You’re a flight attendant. Do the math. (SMUT)

A/N: THIS REQUEST WAS HOT. I kinda wanna do more with this but I know nothing about planes lmaooo. If y’all want and if I can figure out google, I’m down. Feedback and asks are welcome anytime! Enjoy! (3K)

Song: Planez by Jeremih ft. J Cole

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“Boys,” you scolded, causing both giggling men to turn and look at you. “Is someone going to make the announcement, or shall I?” 

“Nose goes,” the copilot said while sneaking around you to head to the bathroom. You glared at Shawn as he shot you his famous smile and grabbed the microphone.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. On behalf of the entire crew and I, we’d like to welcome you to Memphis. We’re looking at a clear sky and ninety-three degrees out. Thank you so much for choosing to fly with us, and we hope to see you again!” You rolled your eyes at his fake chipper voice. He put the hand-held device on the dashboard and turned fully to look at you. “Happy?” 

“You know it would be a lot easier for you to do your job if you just did yours,” you informed him, rolling your eyes at his antics. 

“And it would be a lot easier for me to do my job if your skirt weren’t so tight.” You felt your cheeks blazing with heat at his comments and wandering eyes. You flustered while pulling your skirt down the best you could. “Not helping,” he said, cocking his head to the side, “said tight, love, not short, but I do love the view.” 

“Maybe if you focused this hard on your job,” you snapped, folding your arms over your chest. A soft moan left the back of his throat. 

“You act like I’m not just staring at your tits right now.” 

“You’re ridiculous!” Your black heels stomped against the floor in disbelief. He laughed and stood up to join you against the wall, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks. 

“What’s gotten you so worked up? Usually, you’re on my ass but today you just can’t get enough of me huh?” You went to answer until he raised his eyebrows in realization. “Wait, wait I remember. Your tinder date last night,” he recalled smugly, “Couldn’t get it up and couldn’t get you off,” he shook his head, “what a shame.” Your jaw dropped. He chuckled at the complete look of shock on your face. “It was a long flight and Cristina has a big mouth. You should know this by now.” You groaned and closed your eyes. 

“Bring up my sex life again, and I will end you, Mendes,” you threatened. 

“And I’ll return the favor,” he whispered messing with the scarf tied around your neck, “since none of your dates seem to be able to finish you off.” The glint in his eyes made you want to punch him and fuck him in the copilot’s seat. The tension between you two was obvious to the entire crew and to each other. Shawn’s teasing touches and flirty comments wouldn’t be so constant if you didn’t make it a point to let the biggest in-flight gossip know about all your failed attempts at love and dating. The entire airline had money on the bet of who would cave first. 

“Shawn if you don’t—“ 

“Hi.” Both of you snapped your heads towards a little boy in the doorway, staring up at Shawn with bright eyes and a wide smile. 

“I can’t imagine how horny you are right now,” he whispered into your ear, “but I have to take care of something right now, so keep it in your pants, yeah?” He chuckled to himself, completely ignoring your scowl before attending to the little kid. “Hi buddy! What‘s up?” He crouched to the kid’s level and gave his best smile. 

“W-well,” the boys stuttered, “I wanna drive planes, and you drive planes, so I-I wanted to say you did a really good job driving us here!” Shawn’s grin spread from ear to ear as he hugged the boy. 

“Thanks, bud. Wanna come check out the pit?” The kid nods excitedly when Shawn picks him up and plops him down in the seat. You’ve seen this routine plenty of time, and something about seeing him with kids, especially after him being so dirty, had you squeezing your thighs together. The boy’s eyes are blown as he admires all the flips and switches littering the dashboard. He reaches his chubby hand out before withdrawing it. 

“Touch?” he simply questioned. Shawn laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Go for it,” He has a field day flipping switched and messing with the radio. Watching Shawn teach him about controls and flying did something to you that you can’t put your finger on. Maybe it was because it was such a sharp contrast from what was coming out of his mouth just moments before. Shawn showed him all around and indulged in making airplane noises as he pretended to fly the huge aircraft.

“Oh god, there you are!” An older woman ran into the plane, visibly relieved to find her seemingly lost son. “What did I tell you about running off like that!”

“But mommy! Look, I’m driving the plane!” You saw her shoulders relax, realizing her son was fine. She shot you both a sheepish smile. 

“I’m sorry about this. Tommy, c’mon let's go.”

“But mom!” You laughed to yourself as the little boy pouted, and Shawn joined him, both of them folding their hands in prayer begging the mom to let him stay. She laughed at their antics. 

“No, Tom, we gotta go. Let’s take a picture to show Grandma, then let’s go and leave these nice people alone.” 

“Gotta look for the picture right?” Shawn quickly fished around to find a miniature set of wings that matched his own. 

“Cool!” Shawn grabbed you and pulled you into his side. 

“Smile, bud!”

“1,2..” as she said three, Shawn grabbed your ass with a firm squeeze. You gasped but covered it up with a cough. 

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you! Bye-bye!” He exclaimed and walked out happily, examining his shiny, new pin. Shawn waited until they were completely out of earshot to give his attention back to you, smirking while pressing you against the wall.

“So, wanna see my cockpit?” 

You scoffed at his antics. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

“Well, you know I don’t like leaving until everyone is gone, and it seems like something’s keeping you on board,” he said smugly. 

“What makes you think I even want to fuck you, Shawn?” 

“Well,” he started, “none of the last,” he paused to think, “three of your tinder dates haven’t made you cum.” He doesn’t even give you the chance to protest. “Am I wrong?” You hit him on the chest, but before you could retract he grabbed your hand. He dragged your hand down his body. “Tell me when to stop,” he murmured. He moves your hand from his biceps to his chest. He kept piercing eye contact. You felt him move his hand down his chest and down resting at his abs. He pulled you by the neck and pressed a soft kiss under your ear. “I said,” his voice was hard and loud against your ear, “Tell. Me. When. To. Stop.” You had no excuse because he made sure you heard every word. 

“I heard you,” you whispered. He slowly moved your hand to cup him. 

“Fuck,” he groaned softly when he felt you squeeze him. 

“What do you think Hillary would say about this?”  He grunted at the mention of your boss. 

“You’re getting a handful of my beautiful cock, and you’re thinking of a middle-aged woman right now?” 

“Shut up would you?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“What? Want me to put my mouth to better use?” 

“You’re spending so much time talking, I’m wondering if you even know how?” You challenged. He picked you up and dropped you in the pilot’s seat. He crawled on top of you, holding intense eye contact. 

“See, honey, the thing is, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to fuck you without having to say it. But, you’re going to have to say it if you want to finally figure out what an orgasm feels like.” You squinted at him, thinking about how you’d play this. You got up off his lap and kept his gaze, and you shimmied out of your panties. You say back on top of him, moving just enough to broadcast a wet print on his pants. You took his hat off of his head and placed it on yours. 

“Your move, Mendes.” He wasted no time. He surged up to capture your lips in a kiss. 

“How many times do you think I could make you cum before the cleaning staff comes? I’m thinking three,” he pondered aloud. You rolled your eyes as if his confidence didn’t turn you on.

“Get to work.” 

“Kinda turns me on when you get all bossy.” As soon as the words left his mouth he bunched your skirt up around your waist. “The times I’ve dreamed about doing this.” He moved his hands to your blouse and ripped it open, loose buttons pooling on the ground around you.

“Shawn! What the fuck? This isn’t a porno,” you scolded him, already thinking of where to find another shirt before your next flight. 

“It can be if you let me work.” Before he even finished his thought, his lips were mouthing at your clothed clit. Hearing your moans only made him work harder, feeling himself getting turned the more you tugged at his curls. 

Like the tease he was, he immediately moved away from your clit to leave marks along your inner thighs before pulling away. “No, no fuck this, you have to take this off.” You took your sweet time shaking your ass and putting on a show. When it was finally off, he yanked you down on top of him. “Thanks for my chair back.” He smacked your ass. “Now hop on, love.” You shot him a look. 

“Weren’t you being cute and sweet like just a minute ago?” 

“Reserved for kids and kids alone, but you can be my baby if you want.” You wanted to fuck the smugness out of him. Literally. You ran out of comebacks, so you just sank down on top of him and soaked in the feeling of his hips sputtering up and him finally being silent for once. You could’ve sworn you felt his dick twitch inside of you. Your hips rolled back and forth over him. The sound of your wet pussy and your thighs smacking against him were the only sounds to be heard in the plane.

“You know? I quite like quiet Shawn.” It was your turn to tease. He was memorizing the feeling of having you wrapped around him. He was comparing to what he imagined, and the real thing didn’t even come close. Your knees were planted by his side and your hips were moving on a mission, chasing a high you hadn’t felt in weeks. “Am I making you feel good, baby?” you teased. His grip on your waist was deadly tight. All he could do is bask in the feeling. He let you roll your hips into him. “So good for me,” you praised in breathy moans. You forced your eyes open to see his face scrunched up in pleasure. Part of the turn-on was being able to tease him without a single comeback, Shawn being too wrapped up in pleasure to respond. That was until his hat fell off your head brought him back to reality. He stopped you to flip you over. 

“I’m about to fuck that smirk off your face.” He grabs your hips and slams you back onto him. You swear you feel the plane shaking. He switched his pace from hard and fast to slow and exploring. The way he swirled his hips made the hair on your skin stand up. His hips were snapping then swirling. After your last guy didn’t even know that the g-spot was real, your head was spinning. “Feel good to finally be getting fucked right? Fuck, you feel amazing, (Y/N).” His moans sound delicious right in your ear. He slowed down only to reach his hand down and play with your clit. “God, do you look good.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Fuck me!” Your whimper was pathetic and he was living for it. “Right there! Fuck, please Shawn,” you instructed in a broken moan as he hit the perfect spots at the perfect speed.  

“Right there huh?” he mocked, “could’ve had this dick so long ago but you never wanted to ask and now you’re begging.” He was laughing to himself but his focus was on how his cock was just slipping out of you. He makes a mental note to tease you about how wet he got you on your flight to New York. The sounds of your juices pooling around him at his change of pace were filthy. He wished he were recording. This middle and pointer finger found their way to your clit, rubbing in messy circles.  

“S-shawn please,” you cried out, the constant drilling made your head spin. 

“Please what? Please make you cum all over my cock? Please fuck me til I can’t walk? Please bury your face in my sweet peach?” He moaned before he could even finish his comeback. “Might have to do that last one.” The lack of attention had your orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly, and he knew it. “That you fluttering around me?” He laughed and made sure every snap of his hips assaulted your g spot in the most delicious way. “That quick, hun?” Your skin was warm. Too warm. Every single word did nothing but made your clit throb more. You couldn’t even find the words to warn him before you were squeezing the cum out of him, cumming harder than you’ve ever had.

“Fuckkkkk,” you whined out weakly as you felt tingles all over your body.

“Christ! Fuck baby, just like that.” He never slowed down, chasing his high at the expense of your oversensitivity. You started squirming, trying to slow the attack on your g spot. He finally stilled, only to release streams of cum inside of you. You were still catching your breath when he pulled out and dropped to his knees, the thud forcing you to open your eyes.

“S-shawn, what are you--” He laughed. 

“You thought I was done before I even got a taste?” The moan you let out was absolutely pathetic, and Shawn felt his cock fattening up already. He licked a thick stripe over your opening. You locked your thighs around his head as soon as you felt his tongue prod at the mixture of both your releases. Your hands were tugging relentlessly on his curls, causing him to moan into you. The vibrations made your hips flicker up. He pulled back to look at the mess he made, admiring his work.“Little (Y/N) getting turned on by me licking the cum out of her,” he tisked. “Never told me you were so naughty,” he whispered into you. 

“Less talking, more--” He winked and dove back into you, sucking the remark right out of you. His tongue was dancing inside you, licking you clean. He was exploring every inch of you and making a map to commit to memory for the next time you let him fuck you senseless because he knew there would be a next time. He licked over spots that made your legs tighten around him more. When he felt your hips itching to move, he threw his arm over you and inserted three fingers inside your greedy hole. You lurched forward, gasping for air. 

“Fucking shit!” You felt him grin against your clit. The ego trip you were going to have to deal with was nothing in comparison to how good you felt right now. 

“You’re throbbing for me love,” he declared as he moved his arm from your stomach, moving to slap at your clit. “Feel that good?” his tone was almost questioning himself if he could really be that good. 

“Yes! Yes oh my god, please don’t stop,” you begged. 

“Sounding like I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He was doubling down on his effort, his fingers inside of you and against your clit were flying. You didn’t even have time to appreciate his biceps bulging as he used all his focus and strength to bring you a mind-shattering orgasm. 

“Fuck, you are.” Good thing your eyes were shut or else you would’ve seen his head get big.

“I want that in writing,” he mumbled before going back to sucking on your clit, loving seeing your back float off the chair because of how good it is. You opened your mouth to try and warn him this time, let him know you couldn’t last much longer feeling this good. “You’re close aren’t you? I feel you fluttering around me. About to cum, (Y/N)? About to cum all over my fingers for me? Such a good girl letting me fuck you you right here where anyone could walk in and see.” He knew you were close. He felt it. “Let me have it, (Y/N). Fuck, I can’t wait to taste. Let me have a taste, honey.” Somewhere, in the midst of it all, he had you cumming, seeing stars. Your eyes were shut so tightly, you saw white flashes dancing behind your eyelids as he ripped your orgasm from you. You were thrashing around, trying to run away from the pleasure and savor the feeling at the same time. 

“S-s-sha-wn.” Your cries for him were broken and useless. Once the wave of pleasure started, there was nothing you could do but ride it out. Shawn was shushing you softly and caressing your thighs to soothe you and bring you down. His soft actions lasted until you finally blinked your eyes open to stare at him lazily. 

“Cleaners still aren’t here love. Are you forgetting I said three orgasms?”

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[se0kie]

call it what you want— jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader, [jin x reader for like two seconds]

genre: fluff, angst

high school au, f2l, bestfriends au, unrequited love

tags/warnings: mild pining, mild swearing (y/n says the f word like twice), i love y/n she’s adorable, some jealousy, jungkook is immature and/or clueless, vmin make an appearance, jk’s a killjoy squeeeeeeee!! seokjin being the handsome older man every teenage girl crushes on hehe

summary: you have been best friends with Jungkook since before you can remember. but it’s difficult being a supportive friend he can fall back on when you’re hopelessly in love with him.

word count: 3.5k

this was commissioned for the lovely @dee-ehn through the changeswithluv project by @ficswithluv! i hope you like it <3

a/n: high school au but all characters are of or above age. also this is super unedited yolo lemme know how yall like it thooooo

You’re standing outside the gate to your house, tapping your foot incessantly against the curb as irritation runs through you like a tiny insect. He’s late. Again.

You had somehow gotten yourself out of bed, rushed through your shower and made yourself presentable for school. Your knee high socks only doing so much to keep you shivering from the cold. It was brisk in the mornings, which is exactly why you needed Jungkook to be on time at least for once.

You sighed yet again, your hair flying due to the breeze. You looked down the street, hoping for the familiar toothy grin and curly hair to make an appearance. Jungkook’s whoop of greeting announced his arrival as you finally calmed down enough to stop your tapping. You scowled as he neared you, letting him see the displeasure on your face.

“I’m sorreee, Y/N!” he whined, usually it was all it took for you to stop being mad at him. And today was no different.

You smiled at him, letting him know you weren’t upset as he thrust a notebook into your hands. “Thank you for letting me borrow your notes, I love you,” you blushed at his usual words of gratitude. Although you remind yourself this is how the two of you had been for ever, don’t go looking for meaning in something mundane.

Jungkook intertwines his arm with yours as you start walking towards school. The two of you have been going to school together since you learned to walk.

You’re walking hand in hand when Jungkook looks at you sideways, you raise your eyebrows at him, questioning.

“What?” you say with a half laugh.

“Nothiiiing, how’s my favourite girl this morning?” Jungkook says with a smile.

You look straight ahead as you answer, “I’d be better if you actually ever showed up on time. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard from a certain someone...” he begins when you cut him off.

“From a certain Jimin.”

He looks at you with exasperation as you keep walking, “Would you let me finish?!”

“Oh I’m sorry, do continue,” you reply with a small smile. “You were saying?”

“Yeah so a certain someone told me that Kim Seokjin has a crush on you.”

“WHAT?” You sputter and gasp at the unexpected revelation. Never would you have thought you’d get to hear such a sentence.

“Jungkook is this another one of your bad attempts at being funny? Cause it’s really not working and I’m gonna have to ask you to cut it out,” you say as you purse your lips.

“No no! I’m serious, Taehyung heard his older brother talking to some guy on the phone and he was distinctly talking about ‘Y/N that cute senior in Tae’s class’!” Jungkook says it so earnestly with those doe eyes that you can’t help but believe him. Although it does put you in quite a bit of a pickle seeming how your current crush is telling you about boys who in turn are crushing on you.

“I mean, Seokjin is kinda cute—”

“Kinda?? Y/N, honey, that guy has the most perfect face in the whole world. Literally!” You can’t help but doubt if Jungkook himself is in love with the older man, the way he talks about his friend’s hyung is rather suspicious.

“I just don’t know him well enough, y’know?”

“Nobody’s telling you to marry him, just talk to the guy. I saw him shirtless once at Tae’s house and all I’m gonna say is whoo boy, I could grate cheese on his abs!”

You snort at his antics, Jungkook dramatically enacting another one of his encounters with the cheerleader in love with him as you try not to let jealousy tint you green. The familiar grey building appearing in your sight as you advance closer towards it.

The shrill of the school bell rings out through the class. There is a flurry of movement as students scramble to leave the stuffy room, you sit back waiting for the commotion to die down as you gather your notes and stationary to put back in your canvas bag.

You catch a glimpse of Jungkook rushing towards the door when you yell out for him. “Hey, JK! Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook stutters while looking back at you, hesitantly making his way towards you with an expression you know far too well.

“Jungkook... Why are you making that face?” you say as you squint your eyes at him. He twiddles his thumbs as his gaze flitters nervously about the room, taking in everything but your face.

“Jungkook.”

“Well... You see I have this little thing to do uh,,, it’s kinda, a little bit important...” he says.

“Oh spit it out, you monkey!” You say, your patience running thin.

“I have a date!” Jungkook says with eyes widened. Your carefully maintained expression slips for just a second and then it’s back on. You look around the room to catch the pretty cheerleader waiting outside the door. She’s standing with her other cheerleader friends and you can tell she’s jittery from the nerves.

Oh, damn it.

You sigh as you decide to let your unnerved friend off the hook, once again. “Fine, just go on your stupid date. But this project is the last one I’ll be covering for you, after this you’re on your own, bud.”

“Oh Y/N, thank you!” Jungkook exclaims as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thankyouthankyou!!” He repeats as he hugs you clumsily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you hold your breath, trying to act nonchalant.

The joy of being around your best friend drains from your entire being as your heart weighs heavy again in his absence.

You’re the only one left in the quiet classroom.

You’re still in your uniform sitting on the plush carpet of the Kims’ living room, your notes and study material sprawled in front of you as you take in the bickering pair, Jimin and Tae are smushed together in the bright floral armchair.

You cough once to try and get their attention when Jimin glances at you, looking as if he’s just noticed you. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry were you saying something?”

“Yeah just for the last fucking hour but it’s okay, please continue,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Jimin narrows his eyes at you, making it known that he doesn’t appreciate the sass.

“Remind me again why that beefed up rabbit isn’t here to help with the project?” Taehyung quips as he gets up to get a bottle of strawberry milk from the refrigerator. It’s always a delight to be at his house, his parents are always away for some obscure book meeting leaving their gorgeous home and kitchen free for their kids and their countless friends. You send a silent prayer of gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Kim for the years you’ve spent at their home to keep from strangling their younger son.

“He’s on a date,” you say lowly.

“A what now?” Jimin asks, eyebrows raised.

“A date,” you mumble.

“A great what, Y/N will you speak up?!”

“JUNGKOOK IS ON A DATE!” you scream, surprising Tae in the kitchen as he yelps with a small crash following.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, worry written in the droop scrunch of brows. He strides towards you and wraps his arms around your figure, the scent of his classic Chanel perfume wafting up to your nose.

“Oh you poor thing, it’s gonna be okay. Koo’s an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Jimin coos into your hair as you melt in his embrace, finally letting the heaviness weigh you down as you slag against his frame. He pulls away and holds you back to properly examine your face.

“Are you sad?”

“Just a little, although I know I have no right to be,” you say with an unintentional pout. “Jungkook only sees me as his friend, and he has no reason to put me above potential relationships.”

“Shut up for a minute and give yourself a break, honey,” Tae voices out as he comes back into the living room. He stands behind you and pulls you back into his lap as he lets you sit on him like a child complaining to their mum. Jimin takes his place beside him and faces you head on.

“Next time I see him I’m gonna flick him on the forehead,” you say with mild conviction, knowing you’re making empty promises.

“You do that,” Jimin says.

Taehyung rubs your back as you slouch against him, gathering your thoughts and energy to go through the day without crying. You can’t say this is a new occurrence, Taehyung and Jimin have been your closest friends after Jungkook. You’ve spent a gross amount of time with them, and the coddling and comforting has been something unique to your trio. Every time one of you was upset or sad or frustrated, the other two have comforted and joked and babied them, whatever they needed at that point of time.

You take a deep breath and get up out of Tae’s reassuring hold, you sit back down on the carpet. Silently letting them know that you’ll be fine, for now. “Jimin can you handle the titles and diagrams? I’m gonna get started on the typing, and Tae you gotta start preparing for the presentation,” you get back into work mode, rambling out the designated areas for each of you to overlook.

You’re looking through your notes when the tall, striking Kim Seokjin walks out of his room, he goes straight into the kitchen but you can’t help but follow his movements. Or rather his rear end’s movements.

As he’s walking out, he looks at you from his freakishly tall height and winks at you. You feel your heart do a weird little ballet flip, something you’ve reserved for Jungkook for the longest time. You fluster at the gesture and tuck your hair behind your ear, a shy smile painting your face. You look back up and Seokjin is gone, Taehyung looking at you as if he’s in on your little secret moment.

Jimin groans as he looks up from his work, pouting slightly with his plump lips as he complains about the absentee.

“Jimin, it’s okay! Calm down, he’s saved our asses multiple times. We can do this one thing for him, can’t we?” You try to reason.

“Yeah whatever, of course you’ll say that. You’re the one who’s in loooove with him,” Jimin mumbles to himself.

“I am not in love with Jungkook! It is outrageous of you to suggest that,” you say with a squeal of mild anger.

“Oh admit it Y/N, it’s not just a safe little crush on your best friend anymore, you totally want to snog his face off!” Taehyung accuses you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. You whine in embarrassment as your press your palms to your face, hoping to cool your heated cheeks.

Taehyung comes up behind you as he hugs you from the back, his head resting your shoulder as he teases you. “Y/N and Kook! Sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!” You squeal in humiliation as Jimin scuffles over to you as he captures you between him and Taehyung.

He joins in on the embarrassing poem, “First comes looooove! Then comes marriage! Then comes a Taehyung in a baby carriage!!” Tae looks up at the blonde haired boy across from him and yells, “Yah! Park Jimin, I’m not gonna be Jungkook’s baby, how dare you?!”

Jimin is too busy laughing like the gremlin he is to answer Tae’s question, his eyes scrunched up as he releases peals of happy laughter. You’re laughing just as hard, if not harder, alongside him. Your sides are in stitches yet you’re so bubbling with pure joy that you don’t bother with the pain in your stomach.

As the laughter dies down, Tae has a solemn look on his face. One that you don’t particularly like seeing because you know he’s gonna coax you into having the uncomfortable conversations you’re too scared to have yourself.

“Seriously, Y/N. Do you... love Jungkook? You know, like that?”

You sigh, “Yeah, I mean, isn’t it obvious? I really, really love him and it just physically hurts me to know that he may never return the sentiment.”

“Then sweetheart you’re gonna have to talk to him! He might actually even return your feelings but be too scared to tell you himself, and even if he does not you can’t keep hurting like this every time he goes on a date,” Jimin says softly, a gentle hand laying your arm.

“Because right now, Y/N, Jungkook is hurting you. And he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it’s not fair to you nor is it fair to him.”

You know it makes sense, but you just feel so anxious and confused about how things will go if you actually tell Jungkook about your feelings for him. You take a deep breath as you try hard to let your friends in, “I just— I’m scared of how things will be once I tell him, you know? I don’t want to lose my best friend. If loving him from the sidelines is the only kind of relationship we can have I’m absolutely okay with that. I would never ever want to do something that will chase him out of my life.” You don’t realise the tears running down your cheeks until Jimin is brushing them away.

“If the only dates we can have are ramen and banana milk? Then damn it I will drink that banana milk!” you say with a sniffle. “Loving Koo from the outside is better than not loving him at all,” you manage to say before you choke on a sob. Dropping your head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, Tae rubbing your back from behind you.

And you cry in your friends’ embrace. You cry harder than you ever have before.

It’s the week before the end of the school year, you’re walking across the quad to meet with Jungkook under your favourite tree. It’s a light, breezy afternoon, there’s a bounce in your step as your short school skirt swings on your hips. You feel good and you can tell you look good, the sudden air of confidence is a welcome change from your usual skittish demeanour.

You can make out Jungkook’s big form laying on the grass under the apple tree, his bag under his head and earbuds popped in, you’re sure he’s listening to some My Chemical Romance song once again. You’re about to shout his name when a tall someone blocks your path.

You look up at them to find the startlingly handsome face of Kim Seokjin looking down at you. His hair is slicked back to reveal his forehead and the immaculate eyebrows, his hands are shoved into his bomber jacket as he looks at you intensely.

“Uh,,, h-hi Jin,” you squeak under his gaze.

“Hey Y/N,” he says.

“Um, w-what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something kind of important,” he says nonchalantly.

“Really? Okay, go ahead,” you attempt to act indifferent to his attention but the butterflies thrumming in your stomach told you otherwise. Seokjin’s hand flits out of his pocket to run through the hair at the back of his neck, his eyes flicker around nervously, “Would you uhm... would you be interested in like, going to the end of year um... dance? W-with me?”

The sudden change in demeanour from cool to nervous is endearing to you, a light giggle spills out of you as you answer with blood red cheeks, “O-of course, I would love to.” You smile up at him shyly. The thought of Jungkook flickering across your mind for a second before you push it away.

You know you can’t be hung up on him for ever, and he’s sure as hell not gonna take you as his date to the dance. And Seokjin is a good person, you like to think you know him pretty well after the years you’ve spent with him and his brother, it also doesn’t hurt his chances that he’s actually the most perfect looking human in the entire world.

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d say yes,” he admits, honestly. “Well, great then! I’ll pick you up at your place on the day of?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum as you try to suppress a smile.

“Cool,” he says with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on him, “I gotta go, I’ll see you soon okay?”

You nod at him as he walks away, taking the opportunity to gaze at his broad shoulders. A blissful sigh leaving your lips as you finally let the suppressed smile break across your face.

Shaking your head you continue on your path towards your best friend, who has by now sat up straight and is staring at you with narrowed eyes, a bitter scowl forming on his charming face by the second. You reach his spot and chirp out a greeting, “Hello, what’s up with you face?”

“What did Jin want?”

“Um, I’m good, thanks for asking, how are you?”

He narrowed his eyes even more to the point where he looked like he had slits for eyes, “Answer the question, smart ass.”

“He asked me if I wanted to go to the dance with him? Why?”

“Oh. I didn’t you were taking a date with you to the dance?” He said as he turned his face away from you.

You plopped down beside him, uncaring. “Yeah well it’s really not the coolest to go to a formal school ball all alone. I’m saving for future formal balls where I can embarrass myself to the fullest.” You chuckle at your poor humour.

“Oh you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you? Hilarious Y/N. Well cut it out cause you’re not, and your hair’s dry and you need a new backpack.” Jungkook quite literally huffs as he crosses his arms in a defensive position and leans his back on the apple tree.

You gasp at the sudden jabs, “What is the matter with you?! That’s just mean and my hair is not dry, it is moisturised to it’s best thank you very much!”

“You’re so obtuse,” Jungkook says with a glare.

“What? What did I do?” you ask, only slightly taking offense.

Jungkook moves his body abruptly towards you so that he is facing you head on, you wither under his strong gaze as he huffs again, “You really don’t know?”

“Um if I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” you retort, equally annoyed by now.

He continues to stare at you as if you’ve stolen his lunch money, slowly starting to feel uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny when he breathes out loud, “If you don’t get it then you don’t get it, I can’t do anything about it,” and he gets up from his spot.

Gathering his bag he starts walking away from you without a word, although you do hear the words ‘stupid’ and ‘oblivious’ under his breath as he moves farther away from your stumped figure.

It had been four solid days that Jungkook ignored you, he avoided you at every meeting and stopped sitting beside you in all the classes you shared. Although four days doesn’t seem like much it was just grossly too long for the amount of time the two of you spent together otherwise, you were annoyed and frustrated but more than anything you felt shunned. Jungkook had never once behaved like this with you and this was an entirely new side of him you were being exposed to.

Two days before the end of school, Jungkook had once again avoided you and sat way over at the other end of the room with his cheerleader groupies. You were dangerously close to tears as he was your only friend in the majority of your classes, you only shared History and Literature with Tae and Jimin and without your best friend you were left completely alone.

The bell rang announcing the end of the period and the school day, you were fed up of this treatment and decided to make things right no matter what. You got up from your desk and walked over to Jungkook’s with what little courage you could gather. You waved timidly at him, he was speaking to the pretty girls who were twirling their curls around their fingers and making eyes at the handsome boy.

“Hey, Kook we should talk,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t want to speak with you.” You felt like he’d just slapped you with the formal smile he was giving you. Anger like fire rushed through your veins as you grabbed his arm and dragged him behind you and out of the classroom, the girls looking on with wide eyes as the centre of their attention was whisked away by the shy girl they never paid attention to.

You storm into the boy’s bathroom at the corner next to your class, swinging around to face your friend as you cross your arms and raise and eyebrow, “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?” you say sharply.

He winces at your usage of the cuss word, “Listen Y/N, I don’t want to fight, please just let it go and let’s move on with our lives.”

“Jungkook?! You won’t even tell me what I did wrong? How do you expect me to move on from something I don’t even know? Please, just tell me why you’re upset and I promise I’ll make it right,” you say pleadingly.

Jungkook chuckles softly, “If only you could.”

You reach forward and place your arms on his thick biceps, you look at him earnestly, “Please Kook, don’t do this to us. Tell me what happened? Please?”

He takes a shaky breath as you notice the tension on his brows, “I just— I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance,”

“What about the school dance?” you whisper.

“I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance... it would be with me...” he says softly.

You feel like your breath has been knocked out of you. Your arms feel suddenly too light, panic wraps its hands around your belly and squeezes.

Somehow you find it in yourself to push through the nerves and ask, “Jungkook... D-do you mean to say what I think you do?”

“If you think I mean to say that I like you then yeah, it’s exactly what you think,” he replies with a slight pout.

You laugh out of relief and realisation, all this while the boy you were in love with had liked you back and you had been to stupid to see it. Everything clicks into place and you piece together all the weird reactions over the years, the sudden bursts of jealousy and possessiveness all make sense now that you know he likes you. He really likes you too.

“Jungkook, you idiot! I like you too, I’ve liked you since fucking forever, oh my god.”

His eyes shine brighter at your words, “Really? Then what was that whole thing with Seokjin and going to the dance as his date?”

“That was just because I was too tired of watching you date girl after girl, I thought I should finally try to move on from you,” you say, “It was tiring to see the boy I love hook up with all these gorgeous girls and know that I’ll never be able to tell him how much I like him.”

Jungkook has the manners to look sheepish as his cheeks grow red, “You love me?”

“I— No of course not I just said it—”

“You love me! Y/N is in love with me!!” He all but whoops. You hide your face in your hands as he announces smugly that you, are in fact in love with him.

“Hey Y/N,” he says suddenly, voice dropping several octaves to send a shiver down your entire body.

You peek out from behind your fingers to sneak a look at him, only to find his face right in front of yours and dangerously close. His big brown eyes are staring into yours as you take in the gorgeous, long lashes; his lips are pink and a cheeky bunny smile shows of his teeth. He whispers and you feel his minty breath on your face, “I love you, too.”

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[siriusheadspace]

august - sirius black x muggle!reader

Warnings: I guess it's a bit angsty? But it's also cute, summer love fluff, so idk

Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

Summary: You meet a cute boy in your summer job. You share secrets and live a beautiful summer love, but will you still see each other once school starts again? Inspired by "august", by Taylor Swift.

A/N: Thank you so so so so much for liking my last fic, illicit affairs! I guess I'll have to create a master list here lol. This one's a bit less gloomy and there's *sequel potential*, so please tell me if that's something you'd be interested in! Also, should I open requests? Do you guys have any? lol. I'm taking too long in this A/N, so lemme shut up. Enjoy the fic!

Words: 3.5k ish

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Salt air And the rust on your door I never needed anything more

You were chewing the pen cap while at an especially tedious English Literature class. A head full of luscious black hair poked through the door, and you jumped in your chair, thinking for a second it could be the person you missed the most. But, of course, it was just a girl asking the teacher to make a class announcement. You tuned out immediately and let the memories flood through your mind. It was just the beginning of summer and your first day at an ice cream parlor in the middle of London. It was a funny neighbourhood - you didn't know why, but it always had a couple of people wearing the weirdest outfits, like weird flowy capes and tunics. But that wasn't really important - you just wanted to make a little money of your own this summer, and the ice cream gig was supposed to be easy. You quickly found out it wasn't as easy as it should be, since the owner decided to leave you to be cashier and server from the start, leaving you alone on your first day after little training. You were stressed, trying to guess if the ice cream machine was supposed to be that noisy or if you already broke it after only a few customers, when someone got in. Sirius regretted everything about spending the summer with his family. He was fifteen going on sixteen and decided to spend most of his days roaming through London, looking for a way to have a halfway decent summer, sending letters to his friends every day. He was about to go spend the day at the Diagon Alley, but he figured he could actually try to see different stuff for the day. Muggle stuff. Perhaps get a couple of new posters for his bedroom? That would piss off his mother. He smiled at the thought. But it was too damn hot for the beginning of summer, and he definitely wore too much black for his comfort under the scolding, rare sunshine. His locks of dark hair were starting to get wet with sweat, and he decided to put his muggle money to good use when he went by an ice cream parlor. He was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, her hair in a lazy, long braid, her skin tanned and glowing, and her brows frowned as if she was bothered to see him. And you'd never forget how pleasantly surprised you were to see the tall guy that just went inside the store. You'd never be able to forget the way that there was something else about him - he was gorgeous, his long strides revealing from far away how tall he was, his hair pulled back in a makeshift bun - but there was just more, an aura that made him magnetic; magic, you first though instinctively, but shook the thought. Charisma, perhaps. But you'd soon found out it was his own particular mix of both. The bell started ringing and pulled you away from your memories.

Whispers Of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

While you walked through the corridor, you felt the rush of excitement you'd always feel when you remembered you knew a secret, one so special no one would believe you, even if you told them. "You must know something about me, doll", he said, cuddling with you on your bed in the middle of the afternoon, your parents still away at work. You ended up quitting the job pretty quickly after your first day, but you were making good use of your free afternoons. "What, babe?", you said, and you felt his smirk against the top of your head, where his lips were, him breathing in your scent. You liked to use gauche pet names as much as he did. "That you're not the smartest, since it's very stupid for us to cuddle in the middle of a hot afternoon? Or that you're actually really smart, but just enjoy being around me anyway?", you joked. "How very funny of you. I am actually kind of smart, I swear", he said, jokingly, but you felt him tense up as he started talking again. "It's sort of a serious thing, actually", he said. "A… Sirius thing, you mean?", you joked again, but he brushed it off with a quick laugh. "You would know if you'd let me finish speaking", he said, and you waited. He got up and seemed nervous, not sure what to do with his hands. You never saw him like this. "Do you know how you always ask me how do I do a few things? Like, how did I fix the vase I broke the first time I came here so perfectly?" he asked, and you nodded. "You said you got another one", you squinted your eyes, trying to guess where he was going. "On the same day? Y/N, I want to be close to you, to be truthful to you. And I can't do that if you don't know about such a huge part of my life", he said. "I have… certain… habilities. And my family does, too. And my friends, as well. The school I go to… Everyone has these abilities", he completed, and pulled out a stick from his backpack. No, not a stick - not by the way he held it, with purpose. You looked for the right word in your head. A wand. "Can I trust you with the biggest secret humanity has?", he asked, and you nodded. "You can trust me with anything and everything", you said. And nothing was ever the same.

But I can see us Lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time

You missed him so much your entire body ached; the feeling of his callous fingertips against your cheeks, the pressure of lips on yours, how his tongue felt against yours, his laughter tickling your skin… You had to stop thinking about him. It was no good and absolutely useless. It was good while it lasted, but it was over. Still, walking home, you couldn't stop thinking about how it was once you were in on the secret, how he'd do magic in front of you, how he would tell you all about Hogwarts, about his friends… And you knew back then that there wasn't a place for you in that world.

'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away Like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

You could remember the warm nights you spent together, once your parents decided to spend a weekend away, visiting friends or your grandparents, and how you had to pretend to be sleeping over a friend's house while you had Sirius over. You would meet at a pub, and he'd charm someone into selling you beers, so you would drink together, just enough to feel buzzed. Sirius loved teasing you. He would start by just brushing his knee against yours, but as the alcohol got to the both of you, he would get bolder, running his fingers up and down your thigh under your flimsy summer dress, whispering sweet nothings against your ear, kissing your neck. You felt so much joy, basking in his attention and his carresses. The walk to your house would always take longer than it should. He was the most sociable creature, making quick friends with everyone that grabbed his eye. He would help an old lady carry her groceries to her apartment, completely out of your way back home, while charming her; there was the time where he joined a deep conversation about bikes with a guy that had one, this huge black Harley Davidson, convincing the guy to let the two of you, clearly tipsy teenagers, to have a ride on it. It took Sirius five minutes to figure out the basics of riding that bike and convincing you to join him. "Don't you trust me, baby?", he pouted, and you gave him a quick peck - you couldn't resist his pouts and pleading. "Not with that bike, I don't", you said, watching him already seated at the bike as if it belonged to him. He looked the part, his muggle (the word always bothered you) clothes made him look like the hot, moody guitar player in a rock band, the wind flowing from his side making his hair fly in front of his face. "Then take a little risk", he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. "You can use it as an excuse to feel my abs", he said, and it was your turn to laugh. "Ok, I'm sold", you sighed dramatically, and sat behind him, your hands creeping under his shirt for a moment when you wrapped your arms around him. The speed was more intoxicating than the few beers you had, the wind whipping your exposed skin, the noise violent on your ears, the warmth that came from Sirius' back being the only thing that made you feel safe. Once you gave the bike back to its owner and were back on your foot, you would still take your time on the way there, Sirius listening to stories about your friends, the books you were reading, the movies you were watching - you promised to take him to the movies, shocked to hear that he never set foot on a movie theater. And sometimes, since you would take that long on your way home just to tease each other, he would push a loose strand of hair behind your ear and pull you in for a kiss, your back quickly meeting whatever wall was closer and spending a few minutes against the texture of the tiles while Sirius gave you long, slow kisses, trying to make the most of the night. Once you got home, you would barely have the focus necessary to find the keys and open the door, and Sirius oftenly used magic to make your life easier. "Alohomora", he said, opening the door soon after, and you chuckled. "You sound so hot when you speak fake latin", you said, and he laughed while he followed you inside, quicky going back to kissing you while you tried to guide him to your bedroom. On those nights, after he was fast asleep, his smug expression erased out of his face by sleep, you never thought about how it would be between the two of you once summer was over.

Your back Beneath the sun Wishing I could write my name on it

One week, you decided you would both spend a couple days in Brighton Beach, counting every penny that you had so you could afford two nights in the middle of the week in a cheap bungalow. Sirius had exchanged magical money for muggle money and it wasn't as hard as you thought it would be to get the amount necessary. "Well, my family sucks, but at least my allowance is halfway decent", he smirked, but the smile didn't get to his eyes. "It does help that muggle money is so devalued. Shouldn't you guys complain with your prime minister, or something?", he said, expecting you to go along in the joke as you usually would. But he touched on a subject that you felt it was taboo: he never talked about his family. You knew something was wrong - all the time you spent together was outside or in your house, and he never seemed too keen in having to go back to his parents place. "Is this the moment where you tell me more about your family?", you asked, and he sighed. "It didn't go unnoticed that you felt more comfortable to tell me about actual magic before taking me to meet your mom", you joked, but he knew you meant it. "Oh, Y/N… You could never meet my family. They'd never be able to appreciate you", he told you, and then went on to explain how there's a side of the wizarding world that despises muggles, that values purity of blood before anything else, and it killed you inside, a bit. That you were right in that gut feeling that you tried to ignore. He was too good for you. You didn't belong together. There was a whole part of his society that focused on that. And his family was totally on that side. But you avoided thinking about that in those two blissful nights away. You were close before, but that routine - waking up together, cooking breakfast for each other, seeing him getting letters from his friends delivered by owls that came inside the kitchen of the bungalow as if that was normal. He bought a polaroid in the beggining of summer and tried to adapt it to take magical pictures - according to them, they were supposed to move - but it didn't work. Still, you documented those days in normal polaroids, from candids of him drinking tea in the morning to pictures of you at the beach, and he sent one of you two together to his closest friends, and your heart ached at the thought of part of his world being even the least bit accepting of you. You'd trace random patterns on the skin on his back while he tried to tan, writing your name on him and hoping there would always be a part of him that belonged to you, that would be able to return to you once you were apart, like you did with your favorite toys when you were a kid. A childish desire to keep him with you. You loved your nights out, holding hands while going on rides that were probably unsafe and operated by other teenagers, convincing Sirius to try to win you prizes, and actually getting him a teddy bear - you were a better shot. And he would try to do magic discreetly when you asked him to cook or clean something, and you messed with him for cheating on those chores. It felt like you could absolutely live together forever, making that little bungalow home for those magical hours. You even held his wand, felt the texture of the wood against your fingertips, noticed how it was well used, the parts of it where you could see that his hands touched more oftenly, the worn wood reminding you how he was a part of something that you could only imagine for way longer than he was part of your life and your world. But he soon joked that you were "taking too long playing with his wrong wand", and you'd laugh and kiss him and forget your concerns.

Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinking I had you

You felt the nervousness as the summer approached its inescapable end. As Sirius went out to buy school supplies one afternoon, you couldn't escape the anxiety caused by the uncertainty surrounding your relationship. You just spent the most amazing few months of your life with this guy you absolutely Loved, with a capital L, and you weren't even sure you'd meet again after a few days. You didn't know his address and you couldn't send letters there anyway. You had no idea how to send a letter to Hogwarts. Once you met him at a park near wherever he would buy supplies for a magic school, with him excited to show you what he got and hear about your day, you were already unable to hide the change in your mood. "What's wrong, sweetheart? I was just talking about you with James and..." he said, and he noticed he chose the wrong words when you winced at him. "So you can't even introduce me to your friends that are supposed to be tolerant that you're dating a muggle?", you asked, trying to sound mean, but he could hear how much you were hurting under the façade of anger. "It's not like that, Y/N. There's too many people from Hogwarts there now, people that don't like me or my friends and despise, hum, people like you, and it would be dangerous for you if they knew they could hurt me by messing with you", he explained, but it didn't soothe the pain in your chest. "What is it gonna be like once you're not here, Sirius? Is there a way for us to even talk? I don't own a magic owl, and I don't think the postman is going to able to find Hogwarts", you said, spiteful. "Do you even want to continue this, us? Or are you going to be with people your friends and family can actually know about and meet, that can defend themselves instead of just being a source of weakness for you?", you asked, your voice trembling, all the thoughts you avoided for months taking space and energy, growing inside of you and blurting out. "Y/N..." Sirius started, but you were done for the day. You got up and went home.

But I can see us Lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine

You liked being with him too much to waste your last few days together, so you accepted his apologies for not taking you to meet his friends or more of his life, but you couldn't help but notice that he didn't have plans to do what he apologized for not doing. Still, you enjoyed your last few days, the picnics under the last few sunny days of the year, taking him to the movies to watch silly horror movies that Sirius fell in love with, making out with him under the soft movie lights that reflected beautifully on his gray eyes.

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away Like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

The last night you had together made you nervous. Sirius had prepared himself to go straight from your house back to the station, hiding his luggage on your parents garage and climbing to your window. You drank wine you stole from your parents cabinet and talked in a low voice the entire night - you thought that was what you'd miss the most, just being near him and listening to his voice, to the varying inflections, to the fancy words thats would slip and denounce him as someone from a rich family, to his excitement at the perspective of being back with his friends, and to the low energy tone that followed once he said how much he would miss you. "Hey, I figured out how to keep in touch", he said, a coy smile creeping on his lips. "But I need to know at what time do you get home from school", he completed, and you quirked up a brow. He explained that his owl would bring you a letter from him and wait for you to answer with one of your own, since you didn't have another way of getting to him. You were happy that he found a solution, but it didn't go unnoticed, again, that it seemed like a simple solution that maybe he though about before, but wasn't sure he wanted to go through with you. Also, you'd always be at his mercy and will, having no way of contacting him besides when he wanted to hear from you. But at least there was a way, a chance…

Back when we were still changing for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope…

The next morning, he woke you up at dawn with a quick kiss and said goodbye, promising to contact you again. That was three weeks ago. I mean, you couldn't really blame him. He was beautiful, talented, smart, and everyone knew summer loves weren't forever. He was probably met by a swarm of beautiful witches that would do everything for him. It would be easy to forget about you, your normal, common life. But you felt resentment towards him. He could've just been honest, you thought. He shouldn't have given you hope. He should've been honest about your intentions. He shouldn't have made you act like a fool everytime your classes came to an end, always running home and looking for an owl in the sky, only to be greeted by the emptyness of your silent house. You were getting tired of feeling angry, though. It tarnished your beautiful memories of a perfect summer. You just had to say goodbye to your hopes of getting to see Sirius again, to hear his perfect laughter, always laughing with you and never at you, the ringing in your ear that would send a shiver through your back, or that you'd never feel the silky perfection of his hair tangled between your fingers again… You were trying to come to terms with that, distracted, once you got home. There was an owl on the front window, standing on the window sill. Your heart skipped a beat.

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[thewildsophia]

.Hello, Teen Crisis Hotline. Clone High//Van Gogh x Reader

Depressed!Van Gogh x Reader

A/N: I use depressed a bit loosely in this one so there’s no trigger warning.

Word Count: 2357

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When Joan had come to you asking that you help her out with the Teen Crisis Hotline you couldn’t say no. You weren’t the closest of friends, but the two of you had an unspoken rule that if shit were to hit the fan, you’d have the others’ back. Or in this case, if one needed help with something, the other would do what they could to help. 

If you were being honest with yourself, you were thrilled when she asked you to help her out. You had always wanted to do something to help those who are struggling mentally since you knew how serious and overlooked mental health was. 

Joan had specifically asked that you help out with the hotline the day of JFK’s party, which you quickly agreed to. It wasn’t like you were going to that party. 

But you figured she probably was going, despite her saying she wasn’t, to try and get Abe to notice her. Seriously, she could do sooo much better. 

It was a little past 7pm when you had gotten the first call. It was a female talking about how difficult her school work was becoming and how stressed she was becoming because of it. You talked to her for about 45 minutes, comforting her and giving her tips on how to stay organized and study. 

After that it was quiet for the next couple hours and you were doing school work during that time. Gandhi had forwarded a call to you around 10pm without a heads up and your phone began ringing. You answered it with a cheerful,

“Hello, Teen Crisis Hotline. How may I help you?” 

“Hello?” The person answered. Their voice was deep and slightly raspy, yet it didn’t sound especially masculine. 

“ Hello,” You greeted again, “Are you alright?” The person sighs before answering,

“For the most part, yeah.” Okay, definitely a guy. 

“I-Um,” The guy continued, “Am I on…speaker phone?” What was this guy talking about? 

“No, you’re not on speaker phone.” You responded. You heard the guy shift on the phone before saying, 

“Good, the last person I talked to had me on speaker,” You heard his voice crack, “There were a lot of people who laughed at me because of it.” You were pissed at Gandhi. You knew he was an ass that didn’t care about the hotline, but you didn’t think that he would do something as shitty as that. 

“Gandhi put you on speaker?” You asked, not even think about it.

“Yeah…” He sighed. 

“God what an ass,” You said before you even realized it, “I mean-I’m sorry that he did that to you. I can assure you that you’re not on speaker and I’m the only one here.” You corrected yourself. You heard the guy chuckle before saying, 

“No you’re right, he really is an ass.” You giggled to yourself before remembering what you were here to do.

“So, how are you feeling?” You asked. The guy was quiet for a while before answering you. 

“I’ve…been better,” He said, “It’s just…okay, I already have depression and for a while it wasn’t too bad; I was able to kinda keep it in check. Lately, however, it hasn’t exactly been that easy.” 

“Ah, I understand what you mean. Do you have any idea why it’s been getting worse?” You asked. He was quiet for a moment and you were worried that you had struck a nerve. 

“I do,” He began, “Ever since I’ve gone here, I’ve been kinda…‘harassed?’ I’m not sure if that’s really the best word but recently it’s been getting worse.”

“Would you mind telling me who’s doing this?” You asked when you thought he was done. 

“Um, yeah, I would. I-I don’t want to call anyone out.” He said. You were a bit upset that he didn’t tell you since you couldn’t help him if you didn’t know who was doing this to him, but at the same time you understood. 

“Okay, that’s fine, I understand. Do you…have any support? Like from your family or some close friends?” You asked. 

“Well, my foster parents are okay. They care about me and I know it, but I don’t think they really love me. As for friends…” He paused and sighs, “I’m not really good at making connections with people, so I don’t really have any friends; besides maybe the people I work with in class.” You were quiet, making sure he was done, before continuing. 

“Alright. I do want to know, how do you deal with this harassment?” You questioned and once again he was quiet for a moment. 

“I, uh, don’t really do anything? Like, if you’re asking what I say to them then I don’t say anything. But if you’re asking how I cope with everything…” He trailed off.

“How do you cope?” You asked him. You heard him shift again yet he remained quiet, “Do I need to be concerned?” You inquired after your mind had thought of the worst. 

“No, no, I just…I listen to music a lot,” He started, but you didn’t say anything to try and get him to speak more.

“That and, uh, I cry…a lot. Sometimes I just turn the lights off in my room and cry. It’s…comforting in a way. I don’t know how to explain it.” He choked out, his voice cracking a few times. 

“I understand what you mean,” You say, trying to comfort him, “Sometimes it just feels nice to let everything out. Personally something I do is get in the shower clothed and just…cry, letting everything out. I know it sounds odd but, for someone who cries to cope, this is one of the best pieces of advice I can give you.” You explain to him. You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone. 

“I’ve actually heard that one before,” He said, and you imagined that he had a smile on his face, “I haven’t done it before though. Everytime I’m hit with one of those emotional outbreaks I’m just too tired to start a shower.” 

“It really do be like that sometimes.” You say with a dopey smile. 

“Yeah,” He sighed, “One of the only ways I was able to…to cling to my sanity was that no one known how miserable I truly am. But it would seem that I lost that since Gandhi put me on speaker phone.” He admitted with a sniffle at the end. 

You were quiet for a moment. 

“You’re lonely, aren’t you?” You quietly inquired. You heard him suck in a breath and shift again.

“How did you know? How could you tell?” He quickly questioned. 

“It wasn’t too hard for me to piece it together,” You began, “You said that your foster parents do care about you, but not in a familiar way which had probably created a border between you and them. You also mentioned how it’s difficult to form connections with others, so you most likely don’t have anyone in the school to talk to. The fact that you called the hotline in the first place also suggests this. Therefore, you probably spend a lot of time by yourself, and no matter how much of an introvert someone is, being alone for that long would eventually get…lonely.” You finished, waiting for him to say something. Maybe you went too far with that analysis?

“Wow that’s…impressive that you were able to determine that so quickly.” He said. 

“Was I right?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He answered. The two of you were quiet for a while before you asked him,

“Could you tell me your name?” This whole time you were trying to determine who you were talking to. Right now, you’ve managed to narrow your list down to four people: Issac Newton, Charles Darwin, Vincent Van Gogh, or Ludwig Von Beethoven. 

He hesitated for a moment before answering you.

“I’m Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh.” 

“Called it.” You said in your head, smiling. 

“I see,” You say, “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Van Gogh.” 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Van Gogh greets. 

You thought about where to go from there until an idea pops into your head. A devious smile spreads over your face before you speak. 

“You know what I think you need, Van Gogh?” You heard him hum in question, “A little bit of revenge on Gandhi. I’m 97% sure that’ll bring your spirits up.” 

“What are you suggesting?” He asked, and you would hear the smirk in his voice. 

“You are an artist, aren’t you? Well, it’s your lucky day because I’m the clone of F/N L/N, one of the best acrylic painters in history.” You announce before continuing, “I’m suggesting that we make a…memorial of Gandhi, commemorating his work for the hotline.” It was quiet for a few seconds before Van Gogh asked, 

“What floor are you on?” 

“Floor 5, room 18. I have a shit ton of acrylics and spray paint. If you’ve got gouache, bring it.” You answered quickly. 

“Be there in 5 minutes.” He said before hanging up. 

You laughed as you quickly got your shoes on and gathered your spray paints in a duffle bag, putting your acrylics and brushed in a plastic container. You slung the duffle bag over your shoulder when you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, being greeted by Van Gogh in all his tiny glory. 

“You bring the gouache?” You asked while locking your dorm’s door. 

“I’ve got gouache, oil, and acrylics.” He answered with a smirk. You smiled and couldn't help the heat that rushed to your face. He was so adorable. Yet so…despicable.

“Got any complaints about stopping by that party real quick? It’ll be easy to get in there since it’s late and they’re probably hammered by now.” You suggested, glancing over at him to gauge his reaction. 

“Lead the way.” Was his answer. You did as you were told, the two of you making your way over to JFK’s house as quickly as possible. You snuck in through the back -- you had to help him over the fence -- and from there you two looked for Gandhi. 

Van Gogh had spotted him first; he was talking to Joan, something about screwing herself over. Joan had quickly removed his belt and Gandhi said something but you weren’t in range to hear it before she held up his boxers -- which you assumed to be his. His pants fell and you looked away as he was quickly…“exposed” by her. 

“Ah, good thing there was no one around to see that.” Was all you heard from him as he turned around and walked away. 

“Oh yes,” You heard Van Gogh say next to you, “No one, indeed.” He finished while looking at you with a smirk. You smirked yourself when it clicked in your head what he was planning to do. 

“I’ve got just the place.” You said while getting the two of you out of the party. 

Next thing you knew, you two were in front of a wall that the majority of students walked by when going from their dorms to the school. The two of you started on your painting and it took you close to three hours to finish it, but it was very much worth it. You and Van Gogh signed it at the bottom and had even taken Van Gogh’s photo with it. 

It was past 2am when everything was said and done, so the two of you made your way back over to your dorms. You walked with him to his dorm, chatting with him the whole time. 

It was weird; it felt as if you had known him for years, the conversation between you two coming so naturally, yet you had only known him for a few hours. 

When you had reached his dorm you asked, 

“Hey, what time do you leave to go to school?” 

“Around 7am, why?” He answered.

“Great, I’ll be here at 7 to walk with you,” You said while turning and making your way to your own dorm, “Goodnight, Van Gogh, see ya’ tomorrow!” You shouted back at him. Van Gogh smiled to himself, face warm.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said. You turned and smiled at him before turning the corner and heading up stairs.

Even after you had gotten back, set everything down and changed you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was so lovable, how could anyone make fun of him? You figured people saw him as an easy target since he’s usually quiet and passive. 

But you’d make sure he’s treated better. That was your final thought before drifting to sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~

Staying true to your word, you made sure you had gotten up early -- only getting like 4 hours of sleep -- to walk Van Gogh to school. When you had made it to his dorm he was already waiting for you, and it was only 6:50am. 

The two of you made your way to the school, talking the whole way. Your conversation quieted down when you turned the corner that had the painting on it. 

There was a crowd of students laughing and taking pictures. Looking through the sea of students you saw Gandhi, slack-jawed and in awe. You quickly pointed him out to Van Gogh and the laugh that left his lips was a nerdy, yet adorable and just perfect to you. 

The two of you continued to walk by and people cheered for you both.

“See, look: they like you.” You say while nudging his shoulder. His face blossoms in this bright pinkish-peach color that you have never seen before and the same chuckle leaves his lips again. Your stomach did flips and your face felt hot. 

“Thanks, Van Gogh, Y/N!” You heard Joan yell from somewhere, but you were too focused on Van Gogh to care. It was his voice that brought you out of your dazed state.

“Thank you, Y/N, for helping me and all.” He said while rubbing the back of his neck. You cheeks were sore, but that didn’t stop you from smiling one last time.

“No problem, Van Gogh.”

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[tyongf-nct]

johnny x reader - smut (1.2 k)

the original ask: can i request johnny beings so fed up getting teased by the reader then he fucked her in front of all the members pls 🥺 ?

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ok so this is OLD and has been sitting in my drafts forever bc i actually wrote the whole thing and then lost all of my work. to the anon that sent that request forever ago i hope you see this 😪

dynamic: johnny x female reader with all 127 members watching

warnings/tags: smut, johnny fucking reader in front of all members, other members get themselves off while they watch, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgy vibes but not really?, dirty filthy smut i’m sorry i wrote this

The way Johnny was squeezing the glass of wine he was holding, you were pretty sure it would burst into a million tiny shards at any given moment. To be fair, you had been atrocious, acting like a bratty little flirt the entire night to all of the members. No one seemed uncomfortable--in fact, they had been loving it. Flirting right back with you and watching Johnny for his reactions. Usually so composed, it was funny to see Johnny start to lose it; rolling his eyes and scoffing whenever you’d make an innuendo or let your hand linger on one of the members a little too long. The movie playing on the screen was simply background noise at this point, the chatter and drinks keeping everyone occupied at what was supposed to be a group movie night. It was slowly turning into something else, though, and everyone could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

Johnny wasn’t really jealous. The two of you had discussed this before--how he liked watching you flirt with others so he could take you back to his bed later that night and show you who you really belonged to. It wasn’t anything serious, just a fun way for the two of you to spice things up. Only now, with all the members watching, you were curious to see if Johnny would drag you away this time or show everyone--you included--who was really boss.

As if reading your mind, you felt Johnny’s tall figure come up behind you as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, wine glass nowhere to be seen.

“You think you’re real funny, don’t you?” He murmured into your ear, a shiver passing through you at his deep tone. You tried to keep the smirk off your face but to no avail, the pleasure of getting him riled up too great.

“Yes. It’s pretty fun to see you like this,” you said blatantly. Johnny let out a surprised laugh, squeezing you tightly to show that he wasn’t really mad but burying his face further into your neck. His tongue swept out to lick your skin, sending sparks flying up your spine as your mind conjured up the million things he could do to you in front of everyone. It was definitely one of your biggest fantasies; getting fucked so hard you couldn’t move while all the boys watched. They were your friends too, yes, but mostly an extension of Johnny, and the idea that they might enjoy watching their hyung take his girlfriend right out there in the open had you struggling to keep a moan in.

“You’d better be careful or I really will fuck you in front of everyone,” Johnny’s voice was low and raspy, full of lust but not serious enough to freak you out.

“Would that be such a bad idea?” You rest your head back against his chest. You could feel the sharp breath he sucked in, smiling ever so slightly as his chest expanded quicker.

“Is that what you want? For me to show off that cute little pussy to all the boys?” You moaned, nodding as a rush of heat went straight to your core. His hand snaked down to your shorts, unbuttoning them with only the slightest of movements before his long fingers brushed over your center. He surpassed your panties, diving down straight to your heat and circling at your clit. His middle digit ran down the length of your folds, collecting the wetness that had been pooling there for a while and bringing it back up to your bundle of nerves. You moaned louder, catching the attention of Doyoung, who was standing with Taeyong nearby, the both of them holding drinks. Doyoung flushed a deep red, even darker than he already was from the alcohol as he realized what you and Johnny were doing. Johnny made no move to take his hand out, instead pinching your clit once to get a reaction out of you and chuckling darkly.

You watched Doyoung nudge Taeyong, getting his friend’s attention and the both of them placing it directly on you. The exhibitionsm kink in you flared aggressively, you were unable to withhold any noises at this point and just decided to let go totally. Within the next minute or two all of the boys had somehow managed to gather around in a little circle, like they were waiting for you and Johnny to make an announcement or something, not to watch him finger his girlfriend as she clutched onto his arm for dear life. The only thing holding you up at this point was Johnny’s tight grip around your waist, your knees weak and legs giving out with the exhaustion of pleasure.

“Couch?” He spoke directly this time, almost like he was asking everyone and not just you. You nodded weakly, whimpering when Johnny slipped his finger out of your pants to pick you up and carry you over to the small couch. The boys all followed like little ducklings, no one daring to speak a word but completely entranced at the sight before them. You caught Jungwoo’s eyes for just a moment, his innocent smile a sharp contrast from such a very not innocent situation.

“What do you want, y/n? You want me to fuck you here in front of everyone?” Johnny’s tone was so cocky it would have annoyed you normally if you weren’t so turned on. You could only nod and moan, a deep groan coming from someone else as you opened your mouth to let the sound out. You shut it abruptly, head whipping over to investigate where it came from. Mark looked rather guilty, high cheekbones flushed a bright pink to match his ears. You let your eyes travel down to his crotch, taking note of the hard on he was sporting with a pleased grin. In fact, as you looked around at the rest of the boys, some of them sitting while others stood, many of them were already hard, their pants tenting with building erections.

“Please,” you choked out, “Please fuck me.”

Johnny made quick work of undressing his lower half, letting his pants and boxers sit bunched at the floor while he left his shirt still on. While you were slightly disappointed you weren’t seeing his abs, the prospect of what was coming made up for it. You laid back against the cushions, jumping slightly when you finally noticed Jaehyun right next to you. He flushed a little but didn’t move away, and neither you or Johnny told him to. A rush of nerves passed through you when it hit you that, yes, you were actually doing this, and yes, you desperately wanted to.

It seemed like everyone else did too, considering half of them were already palming themselves through their jeans. You took off your top to reveal a not-so-exciting bra, but everyone sucked in a breath when they observed how your breasts were nearly spilling out of the cups.

Johnny lined himself up at your entrance, the tip of his cock pushing all the way in until he bottomed out with a deep groan. Some of the boys made noises of their own, shifting around on their feet or in their seats as Johnny started to fuck you hard.

“Look at you. Soaking fucking wet from everyone watching, huh? I warned you not to tease me,” he grunted. You couldn’t even open your mouth enough for a response, only choked moans and gasps of desperation falling from your lips. The drag of his dick against your walls was glorious, filthy squelching sounds from your wetness echoing throughout the room. You let your head fall to the side to see Haechan leaning heavily on Mark, his hand grabbing his clothed crotch tightly.

“T-take it out,” you panted. The youngest faltered for a moment before realizing you were looking at him.

“W-what?” His voice cracked cutely. You groaned, eyes rolling back as Johnny’s tip brushed your most sensitive spot deep inside you. Opening your mouth, you tried again.

“Take it out...to get yourself off. If you want, I...I want to watch,” you confessed. Haechan cried out, loud and sweet before moving to follow your commands. Mark cursed and tore his eyes away from you and Johnny to watch his younger member do exactly as you suggested. A rush of hot pleasure struck you as you watched Haechan start to stroke himself, his hair falling into his eyes as he hunched over in pleasure. Johnny grabbed your face and turned your attention back to him, an almost animalistic expression about him as he pounded even deeper into you.

You heard another zipper and a few more quiet groans from beside you, but you couldn’t even move your head to see what was going on. Your orgasm was fast approaching despite the short amount of time Johnny had been fucking you. The hormones building in your core were so strong you were positive you’d come from his cock in you alone. You felt the cushion dip by your head as Jaehyun moved to do something, apparently catching Johnny’s attention as he let out an "Oh God.” You hoped it was Jaehyun touching himself too, so close to you but still unable to even be seen by your eyes. You clenched around Johnny, not even able to choke out a warning before you were coming.

Stars danced across your eyes as blinding pleasure raked your body, your back arching off the couch and thighs shaking. 

“Fuck,” Johnny was starting to lose his composure, eyes flicking from your body to Jaehyun still seated by your head. He moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, fucking deeper into you at the new angle and groaning repeatedly. You heard someone curse as it sounded like they were coming too, but you couldn’t move to watch as you gasped for air after the intense high.

“I’m gonna come,” Johnny’s eyes rolled back. He pulled out in a rush, stroking his length a few times before spilling the white ropes all over your stomach. As soon as he finished you turned your head to the side to look at the rest of the members, almost wanting to cry in pleasure at the scene before. Taeyong was barely hanging onto Doyoung, the two of them still dressed but rock hard and looking tense. Haechan had already come and apparently at some point so had Mark, his spent still cock in his dirtied fist. Jungwoo, Taeil, and Yuta were grabbing at themselves over their pants, huffing with heavy lids and hunched bodies. Finally you craned your neck to look at Jaehyun, a noise of exasperation at what had distracted Johnny so much.

“Fuck,” you blurted. Jaehyun was sitting with his pants at his ankles, one hand covered in come and gripping his still hard dick and the other shoving two fingers in his ass. He wasn’t moving but he certainly wasn’t pulling his hands away, dilated eyes flickering back and forth from your face to Johnny’s.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Give me two minutes and then we’re going again.”

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[amazingdriverfics]

If your request are still open how do we feel about a cross over or 2 and 5 from the smut prompts for our big bear Clyde? 🥺 your writing gets me through it 😭

A/N: Thank you so much fo your request. I’m happy to be able to help you in any way, I know times aren’t easy and it’s very difficult to deal with so much. Just wanted to let you know that you are not alone, I’m grateful for your existence, you are loved too :)

Hope you like this moments with the softest bear there is and that you are having a nice day.

warnings: smut

Request?   My masterlist

“y/n, can we pass at the Duck Tape before our girls night?” Mellie’s voice echoes through the empty salon instantly making you nervous, the last time you had seen Clyde you were under him as he pumped his cock in and out of you, it was a blissful moment to you who had been crushing on the soft man ever since your teenage years, but now, a week later, you still hadn’t heard anything from him so the mere idea of seeing him again made you blush, afraid of the awkwardness of the moment.

“Sure, I guess…” you whisper the last part knowing she wouldn’t listen, you agreed aware that if you said no, it would me suspicious and if Mellie ever found out about you and him, she would drag you to Clyde and wouldn’t let you leave until everything was solved, after all she was your best friend and she knew about you crush for her brother.

“Let’s hit the road then” her voice takes you out of your head as your eyes meet her figure standing right in front of the office door, the fuschia dress she was wearing matching her long decorated nails as her brown soft hair was in a messy yet pretty bun on top of her head, sometimes you wished you could look more like her.

Without another word, the two of you leave the salon behind entering in her old car. One thing you were never able to understand about Mellie was her capacity of driving incredibly fast through roads without crashing no matter which car she was behind the wheels. By now, you were used to her driving style and it didn’t scare you anymore, what is pumping adrenaline in your body instead is the picture of Clyde replaying in your head making you more nervous as the distance between you and his bar closes fast.

The sight and sound of Mellie’s fingers snapping right in front of your face make you realize that the car has stopped and that right in front of you is the bright ‘Duck Tape’ sign. “Sorry, Mell, I was lost in my thoughts. I’ll wait for you in the car” you say, feeling brilliant for your last minute idea. Staying in the car wasn’t going to make Mellie suspicious and it would save you from facing Clyde.

“No way, I’m gonna stay there for a while and it's hot as hell in here, come on getcha ass out of the car” her words cause you to cry inside, but as you try to keep a cool face, your feet meet the concrete floor of the bar’s parking space. Mellie doesn’t wait for you as she makes her way to her brother, you, on the other hand, take you time giving small steps towards the direction she just went, trying to avoid the encounter as long as possible.

Unfortunately, your figure is in front of the wood doors before you had wished, from where you are standing you can already see his broad back covered in a blue button up shirt and his large hand and prosthetics over the bar counter.

As soon as the wood on the door cracks announcing your presence on the bar, Clyde turns to face you and for a minute everything else disappears, all you can see is his face, his dark brown eyes boring into your e/c eyes, his furrowed brows, his black facial hair, his prominent nose, his moles and freckles and the lips you had kissed not long ago. To you, he seemed affected by your presence, but your insecurity kept whispering in your head that you just wanted to think that.

The moment ends as a sound of someone clearing their throat behind you make you move forward before whispering a ‘sorry’ to the stranger, that’s when you finally see Mellie sitting in the stoll right in front of where Clyde was standing previously. Awkwardly, you make your way to her, sitting by her side and trying hard to ignore what happened between you and the gigantic man. “Took ya’ long enough” she mocks, tone dripping malice making you swallow dry. “Yeah, I got hm distracted” you answer hoping to change the subject.

“I bet” she says with the same tone, but this time actually laughing after the words meet you ears, instantly your cheeks become red.

“Can I get you something, y/n?” a deep voice interrupts the conversation fortunately or not you couldn’t decide. Once again, your eyes meet his making you shiver as your whole body seems to be set on fire, making you hotter and leaving the blush on your face more intense.

“W-water please” you sutter, too nervous to talk straight as your hands fidget your dress feeling the soft cloth as you try to calm yourself, your plans on not being suspicious flying out the window.

“Come on, it’s friday, girl” Mellie turns to you before facing her brother “She’ll have a Sex on the Beach”. You don’t have the strength to argue and you watch as Clyde nods making his long soft hair move in his shoulders before leaving you alone with your best friend.

“Before you continue to eat my brother with your eyes I need ya’ to listen to me” she states “I forgot something back in the salon, I’ll get it and in no time I’ll be back, kay?”.

“I can go with you, Mell” you reply, even though you knew that she wouldn’t let you get out of the bar so soon. “Nonsense, you have a drink to enjoy” she says winking her eyes as she leaves you behind with anxiety leaving from your every pore.

You stay on the bar for a long time waiting for her, but at this point you already knew she wasn’t coming, it was almost closing time and all of the patrons had gone their own way. “She’s not coming back” Clyde states, his figure towering yours as you play with the straw in your cup, emptied long ago. “Yeah, I know, guess I’ll just have to walk home” you shrug not wanting to bother him anymore.

“I’ll take you” he replies and you instantly shake your head. “I really don’t want to bother ya’, it was a long day” you say, getting up before he could say anything to stop you, the whole situation too humiliating for you. The time you spent on the bar proved that the moment you two had shared a week ago meant nothing to the man, since he ignored your presence as hard as he could only talking to you to ask if you wanted anything other than the one drink you had.

“You never bother me” his words echo through the bar igniting a flame of hope in you as his hand close around your wrist not allowing you to finish your way out of the bar. Slowly, your eyes meet his face a pleading expression on it. “You don’t have to pretend, Clyde” you say sadly, insecurity speaking louder than his features.

“I’m not. I’m sorry for ignoring you for a week, sweetheart, I was nervous, ya’ know? You are so pretty and funny and I thought I didn’t deserve you, but when Mellie brought you here today I knew I messed up bad. You were always more than just a one night stand to me, I like you ever since high school.” his soft words melt your heart making happy tears fill your eyes as relief spreads through your body slowly.

“Please, come here, sweetheart” Clyde pleads and, before you take notice of it, your body starts to move on its on, making its way around the counter and entering the space his figure occupies.

When you’re standing in front of him, his hand travels to your cheek, fingers caressing your skin making you shiver as his prosthetics touch the end of your spine caging you in his embrace. “You are so pretty” his breath meet your lips from the small distance separating your face from his. Before you could reply, his lips seal yours, tongue lapping over yours in a sweet kiss making your hands go to his neck where his hair meets skin, your nails provoking him.

It wasn’t long before the kiss starts to heat up, his erection pressing against your stomach, your hands traveling to his abs scratching it while his cupped your ass. Your tongues exploring every inch of each others mouth.

You are the one to detach your lips from his, the need burning on your insides becoming too much for you to bear, wetness gathering on your panties and blood running to your clit causing it to become swallowed. “I need you now, Clyde” you whimper, voice dripping with need. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of ya’” he states, voice deeper with desire as his hand move to the end of your light summer dress pulling it from your body with your help and letting it forgotten on the floor as he takes a step back, eyes accessing your figure, now, only in underwear. Feeling self conscious under his gaze, you try to cover up your body, a way to avoid the exposure.

“Don’t do that, love, you are perfect” he reassures you “look at what you are doing to me” he says, taking his belt off before lowering his denim pants to his feet, kicking them off with his boots and socks. Without second thoughts, you eyes travel to his big and large cock, pressing against his white boxers, a wet spot right above its head. The sight makes you close your thighs, looking for any friction capable of relieving the pressure on your pussy.

“Now, do you believe me?” he asks causing you to nod, too enamoured by the big man standing in front of you, as you drop your arms leaving them at the sides of your body, making yourself exposed to Clyde. “Good”.

Once again, his lips are on your as his hand works on your bra opening it up and letting it go down, you, on the other hand, work on his shirt buttons dying to see the broad muscular abs he had, but your hurry ends up working against your wishes causing Clyde to chuckle against your mouth.

“Let me help you”, in record time his shirt is disposed and you drool over the sight of him, even though you had seen him like that before you still weren’t accustomed to it.

Taking you by surprise, Clyde wraps his arms in your waist lifting you up until you were on the counter, legs spread around him. His lips seal yours again as his hand travels down your body entering your panties. The second his index fingers meets your folds, your back arches and a moan is swallowed by his mouth, but it wasn’t enough.

“You are so wet, sweetie” he purrs getting away from your touch, leaving you cold and causing you to frown, the attitude, however didn’t last too long since Clyde took your panties off and quickly rubbed your sore clit with his thumb, his middle finger caressing your hole without entering it over and over again in the same rhythm, teasing you without providing the relief of your need to be filled up by him. “Cly-yde, please” you beg.

“I got you, don’t worry, y/n” with these simple words, his middle finger enters your cunt, your walls stretching around it, but still begging for more. In a slow pace, he pumps it in and out of you, finger fucking you as his thumb keeps on massaging your clit. With the passage of time, another finger is added and you feel them curling on your insides before coming out as Clyde tongue returns to your mouth, lazily lapping over yours as you moan into his mouth everytime his curled fingers meet the sweet spot inside of you.

His lips travel to you cleavage kissing it with the same amount of passion he kissed your lips. “Do you think you’re ready for me?” he murmurs in your skin, words making you clench around his thick fingers, the sheer idea causing your orgasm to become closer, ready to crash all over your body. “Yesyesyes” you answer nodding your head eagerly dying to be stretched by his huge cock still locked in his underwear.

In an impossible speed, his hand leaves your pussy, working on getting himself out of his boxers, when it's finally done, you watch as his erection slaps in his stomach, veins visible around it and it’s red angry head shining with the sheer precum. Your mouth instantly waters with the vision and you make a mental note to ask him to suck his cock in the next time.

“Tell me if it hurts” he says, as his hand guide its tip up and down your folds covering the erection with your wetness in the intention to make it slide into you easily, avoiding unnecessary pain. You nod, closing your eyes when you feel the tip entering inside your tight hole and stretching you, he was so large, slowly he lets the rest of his inches enter in you until he is hitting your cervix, making you impossibly full, full of him.

“You are so tight, my God” he moans and you clench around him as reply, enjoying the feeling of him fully seated on your inside. Clyde doesn’t wait too long before starting a precise pace in and out of you, his tip barely still on you before slamming on your psussy again, his hand holding your back as yours were closed in his arms, legs around his hips. The sound of his balls slapping against you ass filling the room.

“I love fucking you, sweetie, your pussy fits me so well - myGod - you’re mine” he says, rhythm starting to become faster, his confession making your walls clench squeezing his cock tighter than before. “Sa-say it again, Clyde” you ask, turned on by the idea of belonging to the man you loved for so long.

“S-shit, you are mine, y/n, mine” he grits through his teeth, his cock hitting your sweet spot faster and harder, making your toes curl and your orgasm crash on you, every atom of your body blissing in pleasure as your muscles shook and you pussy strangled his erection, making it hard for him to fuck you through your orgasm as your release coated it.

When you come back to reality, you can see and feel that his pace is becoming sloppier indicating that he wasn’t far from finding his release as well. “Cum for me, Clyde” you whisper tired from the effort and the recent orgasm.

Your words were all that took, in no time, his seed was filling your canal, mixing with your own release, as his head met your shoulders and groans were mumbled against your skin.

“I love you so much, y/n” he says, voice above a whisper as his softening cock leaves your cunt making you feel empty.

“Oh Clyde, I love you too”.

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Late Night Visit

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 2,299

Summary: The reader gets an unexpected visit from her boyfriend and his brother.

Warnings: Hurt!Sam, brief description of injuries, this did not go the way I thought it would but I'm actually really happy with it.

Written for Susan for her November 2019 Angel request.

Betaed by @saxxxology

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“I’m coming, keep your pants on,” you grumble as you hurry down the steps. “Who the hell bangs on someone’s door at midnight anyway?”

When you open the door, you get your answer.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, staring at the sight of your boyfriend being held up by his brother. “Sam!”

“He’s gonna be okay,” Dean assures you, more dragging than guiding Sam past you into the house. “I just need to patch him up and you were the closest.”

“In here.” You direct Dean to the kitchen, where he lowers Sam onto one of your dining chairs. You hover nervously close by, unsure of what to do. When Dean steps back and you see the blood on Sam’s shirt, your hands fly to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“He’s gonna be okay,” Dean repeats, patting Sam’s cheek lightly to get him to perk up. “Right, Sammy? Gonna be just fine. Sit tight, okay? I gotta get the first aid kit from the car.”

“Right,” Sam mumbles, blinking sleepily around him until his eyes land on you. “Y/N?”

“Hey, baby,” you say, somehow managing to keep your voice calm as you drag another chair over to sit beside him. “Hi.”

He smiles, a little sleepy, and you don’t need medical experience to know he’s probably got a mild concussion. “There’s a nice view.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. Even injured and concussed, he’s still as charming as ever.

“Don’t worry,” he says,  patting your cheek with his cleaner hand. “Dean’s gonna take care of me.”

“Damn right I am,” Dean responds as he reenters the kitchen, bag in hand. He sets it on the table and begins pulling out supplies. “Hope you’re not too attached to this shirt, little brother, cos it’s gonna have to come off.”

“Need new ones anyway,” Sam says with a small shrug that makes him wince.

Dean quickly unbuttons Sam’s flannel and eases it off his shoulders, taking care to not jostle his left one too much.

“Oh,” you breathe when Sam’s injuries, previously hidden by the folds of his flannel and the dark splotch of blood, become clear to you - four distinct claw marks across his ribs and sternum.

“Just need stitches,” Dean assures you as he pulls out scissors and begins deftly cutting away Sam’s undershirt. “How’s the shoulder feeling?”

“It’s fine.” Sam rolls it a little and winces. “Sore.”

“Dislocated,” Dean explains. “Grab me a bowl of water? And we’re gonna need some towels.”

You jump into action, eager to have something to do. You get the bowl first, filling it with lukewarm water so. hopefully, the temperature isn’t too shocking for Sam, and then fetch some raggedy towels from the upstairs hall closet.

“Put a couple of towels on Sam’s lap,” Dean instructs, pulling a clean rag from his bag and dunking it in the water. “I don’t want to make a huge mess of your floor.”

You nod as you spread two towels, folded in half, over Sam's thighs and bunch them a little around his waist. As soon as they're in place, Dean begins squeezing water over the wounds. The water, colored a ruddy pink with Sam's blood, runs down his abs to begin staining the towel.

"Oh no," Sam says, blinking down at the sight. "That's gonna be ruined."

"It's okay," you assure him, reclaiming your sit by his side and taking his hand. "They're old towels anyways."

He nods and then winces, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Stop moving," Dean grumbles, now carefully picking any remaining debris out with tweezers and a surprisingly steady hand. Once he's satisfied, he cleans the edges with an alcohol wipe.

"Stings," Sam mumbles.

Dean ignores his brother as he sets the wipe aside and tears open a little sterile package to reveal a needle, already threaded with a fine black thread you recognize. Sam's come home to you many times with bandages covering carefully stitched wounds, perfect black lines that always heal beautifully. It's now that you realize who exactly stitched those wounds.

"Gonna be fine," Sam promises. "Dean's good at th's part."

"I know," you respond, meeting Dean's mildly stunned expression with a watery smile. "I've seen his handiwork before, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." You scoot your chair closer and Sam leans against you with a happy sound. "'S nice havin' you here - ow."

Dean shrugs, drawing the thread through and continuing his stitches. “Sorry. Gotta get a move on.”

“That hurt,” Sam whines.

“You’ll live.”

Dean works quickly, deft hands flying. You have to tear your eyes away, the sight of black thread pulling the edges of the wound together a little too much for you. You focus on keeping Sam’s focus, speaking softly to him and smiling at his slightly slurred responses. It feels like no time and yet too much time passes before Dean snips the final thread and sits back.

“Good as new,” he declares, wiping the wounds clean with the clean end of the damp rag and digging a roll of gauze from the bag. You catch a glimpse of the stitches before he covers them - neat little black lines, perfectly spaced - and something inside you relaxes. Dean knows what he’s doing. Sam’s going to be fine.

Dean tapes the gauze down and sits back. “How’s the head?” he asks, wiping his hands clean with a new rag.

“Hurts,” Sam replies.

“Yeah, probably does. Want some ice?”

Sam gives a tiny shake of his head, wincing as he does. “No. Just Tylenol and sleep.”

Dean’s already pulling a little red and white bottle from the bag. You jump up to grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it from the spout in the fridge door, and then help Sam take the two pills Dean shakes into your palm.

“Bedtime?” you suggest.

“Yes, please,” he answers, smiling up at you.

You press a kiss to his hair and then make a face. “Maybe a shower first?”

Sam hums. “That sounds nice.”

“We’ve got some waterproof bandages,” Dean offers, already digging through the bag for the items in question. “Lemme put these on real quick.”

Sam holds still while Dean applies the clear cover, carefully smoothing down the edges so no water will get in.

“There ya go.” Dean straightens up with a nod. “Need help getting to the shower?”

“Probably,” you admit.

Thankfully your house is single-story so there’s no need to try and navigate Sam up a set of stairs. Dean helps you get him down the hall to the bathroom. You had your shower built with a bench opposite the showerhead just because you like the convenience - not to mention how much easier it makes shower sex. You’re especially glad for it now, though, because Sam has somewhere to sit.

Dean steps back. “I’ll clean up the kitchen,” he says. “And then get a room for the night.”

You’re already shaking your head. “You don’t have to do that. The couch is a pullout. Sam, will you be okay for a minute while I show Dean the sheets and get an extra towel?”

“Yup,” Sam says, leaning back against the shower wall and toeing off his shoes.

You lead Dean to the hall closet to get him some bedding and one of the extra pillows from the top shelf. Once he’s on his way, carrying more than enough blankets to stay warm, you snag a clean towel and return to the bathroom.

Sam’s exactly where you left him, except now he’s naked. He’s kicked all his clothes - boxers, jeans, socks, and shoes - out of the shower. You pause to set his boots where they won’t get in the way and to dump everything else into the hamper for later before turning your attention to your boyfriend.

“Shower time,” you announce, pointing the showerhead straight down while the water warms up. You quickly shed your own clothes, dropping them in the hamper as well. By the time you’re naked, the water has reached an ideal temperature. You redirect the showerhead to spray at an angle across the stall. Sam hums when it reaches him, stretching his legs out.

“Feel good?” you ask, stepping under the water.

“Uh-huh.”

You get to work washing him, grateful for the detachable showerhead when you realize there’s no way you can hold him up and wash his hair. Sam’s more than content to just sit there, eyes closed as you clean him up. Then you dry him and guide him to the bedroom, where you fetch a pair of clean boxers from the dresser. Thankfully he’s bought things to leave at your place for when he spends the night.

Sam’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. You dress in your own pajamas and then stand there a moment, just looking at your sleeping lover, and that’s when the reality of the situation sets in.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as you take a step back.

You know what Sam does - you’ve known from the beginning. Your mother runs a shop that caters to hunters who know the right questions to ask. Despite that knowledge, tonight is the first night you’ve seen the aftermath of Sam’s job - the gory, gritty part that happens before Dean patches him up - and that knowledge is like a weight on your chest.

You decide to head down to the kitchen again, hoping a cup of tea will ease your racing mind and heart. When you pass through the living room, though, you’re surprised to find Dean sitting upright on the edge of the pullout bed. He’s cleaned up, changed into blue pajama pants and a loose grey t-shirt, and he looks exhausted in the light of the lamp in the corner.

“Dean,” you say softly, determined to be a good hostess even if you really want to cry - or throw up, you can’t decide which. “Is everything alright?”

He startles, head jerking up, and then relaxes. “Yeah,” he answers, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Everything’s fine. Why are you still up? Figured you’d be with Sam.”

You shrug, looking back toward the bedroom. “I’m just… I don’t know.”

“It never gets easier.”

Your head snaps around. “How’d you know…?”

“I know that look.” Dean pats the bed beside him. “Worn it myself more times than I could ever count.”

You tentatively sit. It feels a little weird, sitting on your pullout couch in your dimly lit living room with your boyfriend’s older brother, who you hardly know, but you’re coming to realize that Dean is the only person who, at this moment, might have even an inkling of what you’re feeling.

“Tonight…” Dean pauses, sighs, and then tries again. “Tonight was your first time seeing him like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, staring down at your hands in your lap.

“My first time was when he was sixteen,” Dean continues. “It wasn’t even that bad - he got pushed down a flight of stairs by a ghost. Minor cuts and bruises but he broke his ankle and I had to carry him out of there. Thankfully, he didn’t reach giant status until a year later and I could still carry him.”

You can’t help a small smile at that.

“Dad was furious, of course.” Dean picks at a stray thread on the knee of his pants. “It’s my job, ya know? Looking out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother.”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I know.”

“It’s scary and that’s never going to change.” He looks over at you, green eyes soft. “Not as long as you love him and maybe even when you stop loving him.”

“I’m not planning on stopping any time soon.”

Dean smiles. “Figured that out the first time I saw you two together. Never thought Sam would find someone after Jess but you?” He nudges your arm with his elbow. “I like you. You’re good for him - someone normal, stable, who knows what he does and doesn’t try to stop him.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” you admit. “Especially after tonight.”

“Tonight was rough,” Dean agrees. “But we got through it, we’ll learn from it, we’ll do better next time. That’s how it is. I’m just glad Sam’s okay and that seeing all of this hasn’t changed your mind.”

You shake your head. “Not one bit. I do still want a cup of tea, though. Would you like one?”

“Nah. I’m not really a tea guy.”

“Suit yourself. See you in the morning, Dean.”

He gives a little wave as you resume your journey to the kitchen again.

You fill the kettle with water and let it boil, careful to catch it before it starts whistling and waking the whole neighborhood. Once your tea is ready, you sit at the bar and drink it, letting your thoughts settle before you head back to your room. Dean’s turned the light off and the living room is dark when you tip-toe past.

Sam is sleeping soundly, covers pulled up to his nose, and you smile at the sight of him - a little battered but safe and warm in your bed. You flick the light off and round the bed to crawl under the covers on your side. You’d planned to snuggle against his back but even sleeping Sam senses your presence and rolls to face you. You’re more than happy to worm your way into his arms, pressing your nose to the soft skin of his collarbone and inhaling what your brain will always recognize as Sam, no matter how long it’s been.

The gauze covering Sam’s wounds brushes against your arm, a stark reminder of just how bad tonight really could have gone, but you don’t allow yourself to linger on that thought. Sam’s here and that’s all that matters.

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15 Hardest PlayStation One Games of All-Time

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The PlayStation is fondly remembered for its classic collection of revolutionary games, advancements in 3D technology, and CD player functionality that let you easily play the Men in Black soundtrack whenever you wanted. As you’ve probably guessed from the title of this article, though, it’s also the home of some of the hardest games of the ’90s.

The PlayStation may have helped move us out of the arcade era and its notorious difficulty levels, but with the challenges of 3D game design came a new set of in-game challenges that tested a generation of gamers in ways that they simply were not prepared for.

Even after we’ve grown accustomed to the machinations and expectations of 3D game design all these years later, I suspect that many modern gamers would struggle to beat the 15 hardest PlayStation One games ever.

15. Crash Bandicoot

One of the funniest things about the release of 2017’s Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy was watching everyone suddenly remember that the Crash Bandicoot games were absurdly difficult. 

Despite their linear design, the Crash Bandicoot games demanded a level of platforming perfection that proved to be elusive enough at a time when modern video game graphics, cameras, and controls made the remakes of the Crash Bandicoot games much more accessible but was nearly impossible to achieve in the early days of PlayStation gaming.

The later Crash Bandicoot games made things slightly easier, but the first title’s combination of intentionally challenging obstacles and a few questionable design decisions make it one of the most truly difficult games of its era.

14. Fear Effect

The original Fear Effect games are awkward to play today for a lot of reasons (casual racism and strange “softcore” cutscenes, for instance), but if you find yourself struggling to make it through these titles, it’s not just because they haven’t aged especially well. Fear Effect was an incredibly difficult game even for its time.

Essentially a blend of Resident Evil-like controls, point and click adventure puzzles, and awkward stealth sequences, Fear Effect is like a Hall of Fame for the most challenging and infuriating gameplay concepts of its era. 

Fear Effect 2 might even be harder than the first game, but the nod here goes to the original for featuring one of the most uniquely difficult gaming experiences the PlayStation has to offer. 

13. Driver

22 years after its release, I’m still convinced that Driver is a prank. How else can you explain developer Reflections Interactive’s decision to make this game’s tutorial mission one of the hardest levels in video game history?

Driver’s first level requires you to complete a series of complex maneuvers in a confined space while racing against a way too short time limit. To make matters worse, the game often fails to recognize when you’ve properly completed a maneuver, which means that you might not pass the test even if you’ve somehow mastered the game’s most complex movies the first time you’re ever asked to perform them. 

If you’re one of the many who has never beaten Driver’s opening level, you may be shocked to find that there are difficulty spikes later in the game that are even more difficult than its notorious opener. At least this game is still better than the sequel. 

12. Oddworld: Abe’s Odyssey

Oddworld’s unique puzzles and strange core mechanics would have made it challenging enough for players just trying to figure out what’s expected of them, but this game goes one step further by employing some of the most unforgiving level design tactics in PlayStation history. 

Your margin for error in this game rarely rises above zero as gunfire and traps constantly threaten to end your fun. While that kind of unforgiving gameplay makes sense in something like a bullet hell title, it can be frustrating to work with in a puzzle game where your trial and error attempts are hindered by an additional series of wrong moves. 

Oddworld: Abe’s Odyssey is clearly meant to be a difficult game, but knowing that doesn’t make it feel any less unforgiving. 

11. Rayman

As strange as it may seem given the evolution of the franchise over the years, the original Rayman is by far one of the hardest games of the ‘90s and arguably one of the hardest platformer games ever made. 

Unlike other platformers that challenge you with rewarding gameplay that requires precision movements, most of Rayman’s challenges can be best described as “bulls***.” The slippery slopes and spiked pits spread generously throughout levels might kill you, but the game’s bizarre enemy spawning system that makes it practically impossible to anticipate their placement certainly will. 

If Rayman isn’t one of the hardest games ever made its certainty among the most frustrating. 

10. Vagrant Story

For years, fans have called Vagrant Story one of the most underrated PlayStation games and one of the most overlooked RPGs ever made. It deserves both those titles, but I think Vagrant Story also deserves to be remembered as an absurdly difficult epic. 

Initially, the challenge of Vagrant Story comes from learning its unique combat system that often leaves you feeling helpless. Even after you’ve made sense of the basics, Vagrant Story’s brutal bosses, clever traps, and even “basic” enemies will constantly make you wonder whether or not you can ever really master what this game throws at you. 

Like Dark Souls, Vagrant Story’s difficulty is very much part of what makes the game work as well as it does. Appreciating that doesn’t make the game any easier, though. 

9. Heart of Darkness

Never heard of Heart of Darkness? I’m not surprised. Even for its time, this was a relatively obscure title that is now fondly remembered for its visuals, excellent story, and interesting gameplay. Mostly, though, Heart of Darkness is remembered for its nearly unrivaled difficulty spikes.  

In fact, Heart of Darkness could give Driver a run for its money in the battle between games with the most absurdly difficult opening levels. Enemies swarm you in this opening section like you’re playing a bullet hell shooter, but the game controls like a particularly clunky FMV puzzler. Even if you know what you’re doing, it’s incredibly difficult to respond to the on-screen action in time. 

Things get slightly better from there, but I’d still say that most gamers will not have the patience for this game’s labyrinth levels, bewildering puzzles, and often painful controls. 

8. Blasto

To be fair to Blasto, this PS1 action game was probably released a generation before technology could properly support it. In another timeline, it might have turned out to be as good as the first Ratchet and Clank game. To be even fairer to Blasto, it starred the late Phil Hartman who always went above and beyond for everything he did, including the voice work for this game. 

With all of that out of the way, let’s focus on Blasto’s real reputation as one of the PS1’s most reliable sources of broken controllers. It’s bad enough that this game’s slow movements and dodgy camera make even basic sections challenging, but the fact that many levels have no barriers to speak of means you spend most of your time falling to your death while trying to complete even simple jumps. 

This is a truly painful gaming experience that snared many unsuspecting gamers with its charm and front-loaded good ideas. 

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7. Einhander

While not the most difficult 2D shoot ‘em up ever made, Einhander was high-profile enough to lure in many early PS1 adopters who were completely unprepared for its retro difficulty level. 

Rather than throw as many enemies at you as possible and call it a day, Einhander increases the health pool of the average enemy while requiring you to navigate some truly devastating death zones. The impact of that design decision really comes thorugh in the game’s boss fights which task you with taking down massive foes who employ complex and shifting attack strategies. 

This is a truly great game that stands the test of time, but don’t let its looks and sounds convince you that Einhander is anything less than a classic example of “NES hard.” 

6. Irritating Stick

Yes, the game’s title gives its difficulty level away, but to truly appreciate how frustrating Irritating Stick is, you’ve got to play it for yourself. 

Irritating Stick is like a blend of Super Monkey Ball and the board game Operation. It requires you to guide a small ball through a series of themed mazes that leave you almost no room to safely maneuver. To make matters worse, you have to race against a constantly ticking clock that’s absurd restrictions essentially require you to truly master this game within a few levels. Of course, true mastery may not be possible for most players as each level seems to add a new wrinkle that makes you wonder how you will ever get through in time. 

Oh, and I have to give a special shout-out to the game’s announcer who screams “Watch out, you’re too close to the edge!” whenever you’re near the game’s barriers. Yes, I know I’m too close to the edge, now kindly leave me the **** alone. 

5. Incredible Crisis

Remember that scene in Metal Gear Solid when you had to mash the Circle button to survive the torture device until it felt like your wrist was going to break? Well, imagine that scene stretched out across most of a full game. That’s Incredible Crisis. 

Incredible Crisis is a collection of eclectic minigames that often require you to mash buttons as fast as humanly possible. Actually, I take that back. No human can be expected to survive this gauntlet of finger destroying terror. Oh, and if a minigame doesn’t require you to furiously mash buttons, that means it’s only going to destroy you in some other strange way. 

The bizarre set of skills required to beat this game means that it may even frustrate gamers who otherwise seek such challenges.

4. Tomb Raider 3

Yes, the first two Tomb Raider games are difficult. However, part of their challenge (especially today) stems from their ambitious design which was often ahead of what you could reasonably expect from video game technology at the time. 

Tomb Raider 3 is on a different (difficulty) level, though. Even if the game didn’t add a ridiculous number of spikes, boulders, pits, and traps waiting to end your run before you know they’re there, its bewildering level design that tried to recreate the experience of having no idea what you’re doing in the middle of a dark tomb has broken even diehard series fans. 

Despite its better moments and incredible pedigree, it’s genuinely hard to recommend this game to anyone but masochists. I genuinely don’t know if it’s possible to beat this game without a strategy guide or walkthrough. 

3. Nightmare Creatures

There’s a degree to which early PlayStation games were fundamentally unprepared to handle the challenges of 3D action/adventure game design. That means that any additional difficulties added to that underlying level of challenge make some games of that era nearly impossible to properly play today. 

I guess that’s just my way of saying that Nightmare Creatures is indeed the nightmare it bills itself as. What would already be a challenging romp through a hellish world of monsters is made that much worse by the presence of an adrenaline system that effectively serves as a time limit and forces you to kill enemies as quickly as possible despite often being unprepared for them in every conceivable way.

Some games throw you into the water to teach you how to swim. Nightmare Creatures holds your head under the water as you lean because it fundamentally doesn’t want you to succeed.

2. Tenchu: Stealth Assassins

The “fall” of the stealth genre from mainstream gaming in recent years has long disappointed genre fans who rank such games among their favorites of all-time. Yet, it has to be acknowledged that even the best stealth games were often difficult in a way that could immediately dissuade even tested gamers. 

While difficulty is a given in many stealth titles, Tenchu sometimes abuses the privilege by going out of your way to remind you that you are weak. Maybe it’s because many of us were just excited to play a game where we were a badass ninja assassin, but the way that Tenchu required you to play it safe and employ trial-and-error tactics to survive its various challenges left many burying their hands in their face as they tried to understand what they were doing wrong. 

Even after you appreciated Tenchu for what it was and even discovered what the game expected of you, it always found a way to force you to make that little mistake that would instantly end a run. 

1. King’s Field

Is it cliche to name a game from eventual Dark Souls developer FromSoftware as the hardest PS1 title ever? For the sake of argument, let’s say it is. That doesn’t change the fact that even Dark Souls veterans will find themselves surprised by how difficult this game truly is. 

King’s Field was pretty revolutionary for its time, which means that many gamers simply didn’t know what they were supposed to be doing when they booted up this title. What the most patient PS1 gamers discovered, though, is that King’s Field is basically a rough draft of Dark Souls combined with an especially difficult dungeon crawler. Even if the game’s ambitious 3D visuals and the jank they produce didn’t create additional challenges, this title’s brutal combat, a parade of traps, confounding controls, deliberately slow pace, and complete lack of direction even made hardcore PC RPG fans wonder what this game was and why it hated them so much.

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King’s Field doesn’t hate you, but it’s a testament to what the game was going for that it’s both clearly an early look at the next 25 years of gaming and a title that will likely still challenge generations to come.

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Turn of Events

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Ramirez Garcia (OMC), minor characters

Word Count: 1,969

Warnings: angst

Summary: You gush to your friend in her native language not knowing that Spencer speaks that language fluently.

Square Filled: Strapped to a bomb

Fandom: Criminal Minds

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The sun beat down on you on this hot summer day, the wind wasn’t providing the sufficient amount of breeze to cool off your hot skin, and families played at the park across the street with their pets. Today was a good day despite your overprotective boyfriend talking your ear off on the other line of the phone. He had asked for two boxes of police files that he took home to work on, but he conveniently forgot them this morning. Half of you thought he did it on purpose because he really wanted to see you again.

The rest of his teammates were excited you were coming to visit which is why you knew Spencer purposely forgot his case files. That man had an eidetic memory so he couldn’t forget anything even if he wanted to. Knowing what Spencer does every single day makes him a hero in your books. There was no way in Heaven or Hell that you were ever going to be in the BAU because you didn't think you had it in you to do the job correctly. You could barely hurt a fly much less see mangled bodies and blood 24/7. It’s amazing how Spencer keeps himself together due to his erratic memory and the cases he goes on.

“Make sure they’re all there. I left some cases out since I forgot to put them back in the box last night.”

“So, you wait until I arrive at the BAU to tell me this?” you joked as you opened the trunk of your car. “Don’t worry, I got them all.”

“Should I come down and help?”

“Spencer don’t worry about me. I will be up in two minutes. Chill. I love you,” you giggled before hanging up on him. Just as you were about to grab the boxes, you felt a tap on your shoulder and a man who looks like he was in serious need of psychiatric help. His hair was sticking up in all kinds of different directions, but it seems as if he tried to smooth down most of it unsuccessfully. His eyes were wide, and from one look into them, you knew he was on a multitude of medication. His clothes were dirty, and he was fiddling with his hands as if he was nervous. Alarm bells sounded in your head instantly, but you tried to keep things calm.

“Can I help you?” you asked kindly.

“Did you s-say Spencer? As i-in Spencer Reid? Dr. Spencer R-Reid?” he stuttered quickly.

“Yeah, I did. Did you need something? I can get him to come out here.”

“No, no, that’s okay. No,” he whispered. The next few events happened so quickly, you didn't even have time to open your mouth and scream for help or to call Spencer and have him and his team to come down here. The strange man reached into his jacket and produced a gun before slamming the butt of it into the side of your head. That was enough to take you down since he managed to hit you in the exact spot you hit a few days ago on the corner of Spencer’s kitchen counter when you accidentally slipped and fell. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and the man picked up your limp body before dragging you over to his van that was parked right behind yours.

If Spencer Reid wasn’t able to protect his daughter, then he was going to take someone very close to him.

“This one’s for you, Spencer,” the man growled as he grabbed the homemade bomb he created for this special event.

“She should be up here by now,” Spencer worried as he gnawed on his bottom lip nervously.

“Kid, would you relax?”

“She hit her head the other day, Morgan, on the corner of my kitchen counter. I had to take her to the hospital for stitches. So, no, I am not going to relax.”

“At any minute now, she is going to come through those elevator doors, and—oh no,” he said when he finally spotted Spencer’s girlfriend. As soon as you came through the doors, all guns were trained on you and shouts began to litter through the bullpen. Derek whipped his gun out before training it on you, and Spencer turned to see what the commotion was when his eyes widened in fear.

“Spencer,” you cried as your body shook. Your hands were up in defense mode, but the ticking bomb strapped to your body was the reason why everyone was on alert.

“Y/N!” Spencer gasped, but Derek held him back from going to you. “What the hell happened?”

“He set this bomb to explode in four hours and told me that it’ll take you five to stop it. Please, Spencer, I’m scared,” you panicked.

“Hotch!” Spencer yelled.

“Someone get the bomb squad here!” Hotch yelled.

“Already on it!” Jennifer said as she held the phone to her ear.

“What’s going—Y/N!” Penelope gasped when she saw what was happening.

“Spencer please help me,” you cried as the tears cascaded down your hot cheeks.

The time was ticking down and it seems like time was speeding up just to give you your untimely death. A group of FBI agents was set outside the perimeter of the place no doubt to catch whoever put this on you. It was unlikely that he would still be out there, but if he wanted to see the after-effects, he would be close by.

“What did he look like?” Hotch asked you as a man from the bomb squad tried to figure out how this worked.

“H-He had d-dark hair, a-and scared ey-eyes. Please get this off me,” you shook.

“We’re doing our best to.”

“Let me be with her!” Spencer yelled at an officer holding me back.

“Please, I want Spencer. Please let him in,” you begged.

“Fine,” Hotch sighed and he got up and nodded to the officer. Spencer pushed past into the tiny corner they isolated you in. Derek, Emily, JJ, Rossi, and Penelope watched from the other side of the room with worried looks. Hotch left the space since too many people might set off the bomb too early.

“I’m right here,” Spencer said as he reached for your hand.

“Don’t touch her,” the bomb squad officer said sternly.

“He was a-asking f-for you,” you tried to keep calm.

“Who, the man who did this to you?”

“Y-yeah. I woke u-up just as he w-was strapping th-this on me. He s-said something ab-about,” you paused to take a deep breath which only turned out to be too shaky since you were so scared.

“Just breathe and tell me when you’re ready,” Spencer said in a calming voice.

“He said something about you not being able to protect his daughter and how if you can take someone from his life, he’s going to do the same,” you shook in fear.

“Hotch!” Spencer yelled when he realized who did this to you. His boss approached the corner at a safe distance before your boyfriend continued talking. “Ramirez Garcia did this to her. Remember the case where a bomber held students in a classroom hostage, and I was the one to try and talk to him, but something I said pissed him off so he blew up the classroom with the children inside. One of the kids was Amelia Garcia, Ramirez’s daughter. He blames me for killing her and now he’s trying to take Y/N from me.”

“Garcia!” Hotch snapped, and the tech analysis perked up at the sound of her name.

“Yes, sir?”

“Give me everything on Ramirez Garcia. JJ, have the police put an APB on him.”

“Right away,” Penelope said as she scurried off to her office while JJ got in contact with the head of the police department.

“Brody,” Hotch talked to the man on the bomb squad, “turn that thing off.”

“I’m trying sir, but this is very complicated. Whoever made it definitely knew what he was doing.”

“I don’t want to die,” you cried. Spencer’s heart broke at the state you were in, and he wished he could be in your place.

“You’re not going to die. We’re going to get that off you.”

“When Spencer?” you panicked. “There are two hours left and you’re nowhere near shutting it off.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Brody commented as he gulped nervously. Spencer looked at you before storming away, and Hotch caught his arm right before he had a chance to escape.

“Where are you going?”

“To read everything I can about defusing bombs,” he said before leaving to his desk. He was not going to let this kill you or anyone in this building for that matter.

“Someone please call my mom,” you whispered as Brody worked on the bomb.

“You’re not going to die,” Derek said since it was his turn to be with you while Spencer read.

“Derek Morgan you call my mother right now because there are thirty minutes left, and Brody’s been this close to me since the beginning so I know the look on his face isn’t good news. Now call her!”

“Okay,” he whispered as he left. Spencer read furiously on his computer before shooting up and rushing over to Brody who looked at him in fear.

“I got the two main wires. One of them will shut it off and the other will make it explode. Red or blue?” Brody asked as the pair of scissors shook in his hand slightly.

“You can’t put this on me to make that decision,” Spencer breathed.

“Spencer, pick one. I know you haven’t been at that computer all this time for nothing. You’re smart. Use that brain of yours and pick one,” you urged as the clock reached only ten minutes.

“We got him!” Jennifer announced as officers brought in Ramirez. They brought the suspect over to you and Brody, and Spencer grew angry as he got in his face.

“Which wire is it? You put this together, so you know how to stop it,” he growled. Your eyes flitted from Spencer to Ramirez to Brody multiple times.

“Red,” Ramirez smirked. The whole place was quiet as Spencer thought about what to do.

“Spencer,” you whimpered when the time hit three minutes.

“Clip the red,” Spencer finally decided.

“Listen to what he says,” you urged Brody who hesitantly reached for the red wire with the scissors. The whole place was silent and the air was thick with tension. Brody took a deep breath before snipping the red, and as soon as the connection was broken, the clock stopped at three minutes and twelve seconds.

“Get him out of here,” Hotch ordered as police took him away.

“How did you know he wasn’t lying?” Jennifer asked as Brody carefully got the bomb off you.

“He wanted to take her from me, so naturally he figured I would think he’s lying which would make me go for the blue which then would kill her. He told the truth because he wanted to try and trick me.”

“Spencer,” you cried as soon as the bomb was off you. Getting up, you rushed into his arms as your body shook in fear.

“You’re okay. I’m right here,” Spencer sighed as he smoothed down your hair. All you could do was cry since words just didn’t want to form in your mouth. Your brain was too stunned to do anything else but cry. The bomb squad got the bomb out of here while the place cleared of police officers. Hotch gave you two some privacy while Rossi and Morgan decided to talk to the guy before they put him away for life.

“You’re okay,” Spencer whispered as he held you as you cried in his chest.

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Bastien Undercover

What goes on under the sharp grey suit of the Head of the King’s Guard? All will be revealed...as part of @bobasheebaby​ and my ‘Bastien’s Underwear Challenge

Word Count 2500

A/N Please note the picture centre top and keep it in mind for the story below. No warnings - just a little suggestive, some fluff.

Brief Encounter

Sophia heard a knock on the door of the suite she and Bastien shared at the Palace, and went to investigate. Bastien was doing his physio in their new improvised gym and was not likely to emerge for at least another ten minutes for his shower. It was internal mail, and she discovered a package addressed to her lover. She took it with a smile and set it on the coffee table, going into the little kitchenette to make another pot of coffee ready for Bastien. He emerged a little while later just as she poured some for herself, the back of his t shirt damp with sweat, a towel around his neck, mopping his forehead. He raised his eyebrows at the parcel, a strange expression on his face.

‘I won’t kiss you, I’m all sweaty’ he said, passing the parcel, somehow unable to tear his eyes away from it. ‘When did that come?’

‘Just now – there’s coffee for you when you’ve showered, agápe mou’ He disappeared toward the bathroom and Sophia sat with her cup of coffee, looking curiously at the package. The address label was printed, so it must be some sort of purchase. There was no clue as to where it came from. It wasn’t Bastien’s birthday or hers, so her interest was piqued. She picked it up and gave it a squeeze. It was soft.

‘Sophia?’ She jumped violently as Bastien entered, freshly showered and wearing a bathrobe.

‘Oh – I was just…’ He swooped on her and tried to take the parcel, but she held on to it.

‘This looks interesting – what is it?’ she asked. Strangely he coloured a little

‘It’s personal’ he said ‘and private’ He pulled it from her grasp ‘You’ll find out soon enough. Now where’s that drink?’ Sophia slumped in defeat and got up to pour him his morning coffee.

------

Later that day, Sophia returned to the suite after going for a spa visit with Olivia. The parcel had disappeared without a trace, and she wondered why Bastien was being so secretive. She didn’t have long to wait before he returned from his meeting with Lewis, and he kissed her fondly as she greeted him.

‘Dress for dinner, we’re going out tonight to a little Italian restaurant I know in town’

‘Oh? Sophia replied ‘Are we meeting anyone else?’

‘No, just you and me – it’s a date’ he smiled, and brought his mouth to her ear ‘and you may get lucky afterwards’ She shivered in anticipation and he patted her backside as he made his way to the bedroom ‘Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll change’

‘Oh, I don’t need to shower’ she said ‘I’ve been to the spa, remember? We can change together’ Bastien frowned.

‘You go ahead and change, I’ve just got a few papers to see to’ She pouted

‘I thought you said you’d leave work at the door’ she protested

‘It’s just a small thing, I forgot to take some things down to the office earlier, it won’t take long.’ Sophia went through to the bedroom and opened her wardrobe, looking through her dresses and wondering what to wear. Eventually she picked out a sleeveless turquoise dress that showed enough cleavage without being indecent, figure hugging above the waist but with a bit of room below to allow for a bit of food belly. She wasn’t going to overeat though, as even though she would be working it off pretty quickly if Bastien’s promise came through, sex on a full stomach was not comfortable.

She picked out a suitable bra and wondered whether to bother with panties at all, but decided on a thong and hold up stockings. Bas would go crazy when he realised, and she wondered if they would even get to the restaurant before they had to let their hands do the talking. Perhaps she would tell him after they’d eaten.

She was aware of him coming into the room and going to his underwear drawer. He fumbled around, then loudly proclaimed

‘I’ll shower now, you don’t need to go in the bathroom, do you?’ Sophia was rummaging around in her makeup bag.

‘No it’s fine, go ahead’ she said absently, though she knew he was acting oddly. She turned to look at him and he swiftly turned away as though he was hiding something, quickly leaving the room. Still intrigued, she waited a moment then crept after him, foiled as he heard the lock engage on the bathroom door. She sighed and went back to finish getting ready.

------

Bastien had arranged for one of the younger guards to drive them to the restaurant, and they had a pleasant meal. The staff knew him well and treated them like honoured guests. Sophia ordered pasta with kalamari and indulged in a scoop of gelato afterwards. They gazed at each other adoringly over spoonfuls of the iced dessert, Sophia feeding Bastien.

‘We could order some cannoli to take home’ she said in a sultry tone. Bastien leaned closer

‘Trust me, we don’t need it, ’ he said ‘It was great as a jump start after our little famine, but tonight I have something else to interest you’

‘I’m wearing stockings’ she whispered, and Bastien’s eyebrows shot up. He reached into his jacket pocket for his credit card.

‘Check please’ he called, rising to his feet as fast as his injured leg allowed.

------

They got a taxi back, as they could fool around in the back more easily than if it was one of Bastien’s men driving. Immediately they set off, his hand wandered up Sophia’s thigh to feel for the top of her stocking, groaning with pleasure.

‘You do things to me that shouldn’t be legal’ he murmured in her ear, and angled his body so he could nip at her collarbone. Hands wandered and lips roamed as they drove back to the palace, the sexual tension between the two lovers thick enough to cut with a knife.

‘You said you had a surprise for me’ Sophia said as they disentangled themselves as the taxi went through security at the Palace gate, so that by the time they drew up into the staff courtyard they were respectable, clothes straightened and neat.

‘Patience, theá mou, you’ll find out soon’ They made their way back to their suite, Sophia pulling him into an alcove along the way to kiss him again, then giggling as she easily raced ahead of him up the stairs.

‘Wait for me Sophia’ he grumbled, fumbling with his cane and cursing his injury ‘or so help me I’ll spank you when I catch up with you’

‘Promise?’ she laughed, and was ready for him inside the door of the suite, leaning against the wall and pulling him against her. ‘I can’t wait any longer’ she breathed ‘What’s my surprise?’ He pressed her to the wall with a scorching kiss, again reaching for the top of her stocking and snapping it against her skin so that she gave out a little yelp.

‘Follow me’ he commanded, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom ‘Sit down and watch’ he said, and she did as she was told, biting her lip and fixing her eyes on him. He took his jacket off and hung it casually on the back of the chair, continuing to undress smoothly and sensuously. She caught her breath at the familiar but still highly stimulating sight of his chest and abs. He had kicked off his shoes and balled up his socks to the laundry basket, and paused with his fingers ready to undo his belt and zipper. She squirmed a little with anticipation, noticing that unsurprisingly his pants were already tenting impressively.

As he unzipped his pants she caught her breath again and he let them drop to the floor, heavy with his belt. She gasped. Instead of his usual plain black or navy briefs, he wore a pair of multicoloured boxer briefs, straining at holding their contents. They hugged his contours snugly, and he turned, showing her the curve of his firm buttocks and studying her expression expectantly. Her mouth hung open in amazement for a moment before she managed to speak.

‘Bas – what are those?’ He frowned.

‘Do you like them?’ he asked

‘Is the pope a Catholic?’ she asked, awestruck ‘Those are spectacular. Why haven’t you worn anything like this before?’

‘It didn’t feel right for work’ he said ‘Now I’m taking a less active role I thought I’d try them again. I used to wear something similar, but there’s a story behind them…’

 ------

Bastien stood outside Jackson Walker’s office door, quaking in his boots. He was in trouble – serious trouble, and he was terrified he had jeopardised his chances to stay with the King’s Guard once he had finished his training. Not all made the grade, and many a security guard or doorman at the swanky hotels and exclusive clubs in the Cordonian capital and Monte Carlo owed their start in their working life to the exacting regime of the Guard. None could tell the tale of their experience as they had signed non disclosure agreements and could only clamp their jaws shut and purse their lips when asked what they had to go through before they had been found wanting.

The door opened and Walker’s second in command beckoned to the young man. He straightened his back ramrod straight and walked in, his face impassive but his guts churning and his knees shaky. He stood in front of Walker’s desk, hands clasped in front of his groin, gaze level.

‘Reporting as requested, Sir’ he announced gravely, and the older man lifted his chin

‘At ease, son’ he replied ‘This isn’t the army – sit down, Lykel’

‘I’d rather stand, sir’ Walker sighed

‘Very well, have it your way’ Bastien dared not look down at the desk – he knew what was there and it spelled his doom. Jackson tapped the surface and Bastien swallowed hard, savouring his last moments with the King’s Guard.

‘Lykel, please tell me what this is’ he said sternly, tapping the object in front of him

‘It’s a magazine, sir’ Jackson grunted in frustration and waited for him to look down. He felt his face flush as he did so, the image that met his eye burning into his retinas. There was an array of photographs of toned and buffed young men sporting colourful underwear – a high end brand he was only too familiar with, as at that moment he was wearing a pair. He wished he had worn something more modest that day – his ‘lucky’ pants having given up the ghost a week ago so he had been forced to wear – well actually it was the pair that was top left on the page in front of him.

‘I’m waiting, Lykel’ Bastien’s heart hammered in his ribcage. His mind worked overtime – the model agency had been impressed, perhaps they would take him on when Walker threw him out on his ear. Maybe it would pay more than private security.

‘I – I needed the money Sir, it was before I applied for – for the King’s Guard, Sir’ Jackson sighed heavily

‘Now that wasn’t so hard son, was it? He paused ‘Please sit, Lykel, I don’t want you to throw up’ Gratefully Bastien sank into the hard chair in front of the desk, taking a deep breath, and waited for the lecture – and the dismissal. However, there was a glimmer of hope in his superior’s eyes, a sympathetic expression on his face.

‘Just so you know, Lykel, this is not a sackable offence’ Bastien almost saw stars with a sick sense of relief, but wouldn’t allow himself to relax just yet. His superior continued ‘You know that there may be occasions when you will be undercover. Your presence is vital, but your identity needs to be kept secret’ He looked down at the magazine.

‘Luckily, there are no head shots here, and I have already contacted the magazine and the model agency to have any photographs and their negatives destroyed, and your profile erased.’ Bastien’s rigid posture softened a little and he let his breath go. Jackson fixed him with a steely glare.

‘This isn’t the end of your career in the Guard, but I consider it strike one, and you did it before you joined up so I’ll be lenient. You are a very promising cadet and I don’t want your training to fail on something like this. Is this the only agency that you used? Am I likely to find any more surprises?’

‘No sir, thankyou sir – I mean, no, that was the only shoot’ Bastien stuttered.

‘Very well. You are on probation and if I discover the tiniest flaw in your attendance or performance, I will come down on you without mercy. Dismissed’ Thankfully, Bastien rose with a huge sense of relief

‘Yes sir, thankyou. I won’t disappoint you, Sir’ He promised earnestly

‘I’m pretty sure you won’t’ Jackson Walker replied as he left the room with a lighter step.

 ------

‘I take it you kept your promise then?’ Sophia asked, turning her back for Bastien to draw down the zipper of her dress, kissing his way down her spine.

‘I certainly did. I didn’t make a single mistake for the rest of my training – not a late morning, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in my uniform, and I passed first in all the aptitude tests – every single one. I finished top of my year with a perfect record and nobody’s ever equalled it’ She shrugged off her dress and put it in the laundry. Bastien looked her up and down, standing in her underwear and stockings, and she looked back at him in the figure hugging brightly coloured boxer briefs.

‘Apart from modelling for underwear’ she scolded

‘Not while I was a guard’ he smiled. She put her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips, their bodies only millimetres apart.

‘Well I think you could go back to the modelling agency, they’d welcome you with open arms, especially with that adorable patch of white on your beard’ she teased. He bent his head to brush his lips over hers.

‘The only reason I had a pair when I was younger was because they let me keep the ones I’d worn’ he replied ‘They’re damn expensive even now, but I thought I’d treat myself – and you. Do you really like them?’

‘I like them so much you’re still wearing them’ she laughed ‘But perhaps you could take them off now. I can take my stockings off too’

‘No’ he growled, nipping at her collar bone ‘Keep them on, theá mou’

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Outside the Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 11)

Part 10

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said looking at your manager in a group meeting. “You want us... to perform at the VMA’s? Before the single drops? Isn’t the whole point to have a surprise drop?” 

“Yes, but what about a surprise performance? You could do a simple medley of some of your biggest hits and end with the new single,” she said. “No one besides a few people at MTV will know.” 

“We know that never works,” Daisy said. “But I don’t hate the idea. I really wanna get back out on stage and I just think it'll be super bad ass to do it.” 

“But aren’t the VMA’s like in two days?” You asked. “How the hell are we going to put together a show in two fucking days?” 

“We’ve done it before,” Rachel said. 

“True, but we haven’t performed in YEARS together,” you said. 

“Are you saying you don’t want to do it?” Daisy asked. 

“I never said that,” you sighed. “I just wanted don’t want to have ass something just to make it possible. If we do this, it’s gotta be as close to perfect as possible.” 

“We got this, Y/N,” Rachel said. “It’s like riding a bike.” 

“I can’t ride a bike for shit,” you joked. 

“Yeah, well, not our fault,” she smirked. 

**

Once it was decided your group would be performing at the VMA’s, you were in stress and work mode. You all decided to take a quick lunch break and then get to brainstorming and getting with your choreographers. You knew this would be a huge thing for your “comeback”, but putting on a performance in two days... when you were starting from scratch was unheard of. 

You texted Harry to meet you for lunch near the studio. You knew the next few days were going to be a whirlwind, so you needed at least an hour of calm. You had arrived at the cafe before Harry and waved to him when he walked into inside. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked. 

“We’re performing at the VMA’s,” you whispered. 

“WHAT! Holy shit!” He said. “That’s amazing, baby.” 

“Did I mention it’s in two fucking days and we’ve got zero plans right now?” You groaned. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s fucked,” he said. 

You glared at him, “That’s not helping.” 

“Sorry,” he winced. “Look, I know there’s pressure, but I’m sure you’re going to do great. You girls always put on a show. Is it going to be announced?” 

“Nope,” you shook your head. “No one is going to know until we’re on stage.” 

“That’s so fucking bad ass,” he said. 

“What is with you and Daisy!” You groaned. 

“Am I missing something?” He laughed. 

“Not really,” you laughed. “Anyway, so I really hate this because you came all the way here, but I don’t know how free I’m going to be the next few days.” 

“Baby,” he said taking your hand into his, “It’s okay. I understand. I’m here for a while. Now, the real question is... do I get to join rehearsals?” 

“It’d be boring as hell,” you said. 

“Not for me,” he smiled. “I want to see how you work.” 

“Don’t you want to be surprised for the final performance?” You asked. 

“I’ll love it either way,” he smiled. 

“Speaking of the performance,” you said. “Would you want to be my date for the VMA’s or is that like.. too soon for us?” 

Harry took a sip of his water and hesitated for a bit. “I mean, I would love to go. I want to go, but I don’t know if we should arrive together, if that makes sense.” 

You were a little disappointed at his answer, but you completely understood. 

“It does,” you said. “And it’s in New Jersey... We’re going to do a day here and then fly out tomorrow night.” 

“Wow, that’s really cutting it close,” he sighed. 

“Right? Like why wasn’t this decided like a week ago?” You sighed. 

“Well, look at this way,” he said. “When you pull off an epic performance, you’ll get to say you put it together in less than two days.” 

“Always looking on the bright side aren’t you?” You smiled. 

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled. 

**

It was the next day and you were in rehearsals. You spent the rest of yesterday, after your lunch with Harry, planning out the performance and now it was time to put it all together. You all had twelve hours before you boarded the plane to New Jersey and time started now. 

Four hours had passed and you had run through the entire performance of four songs about ten times. Within the four songs, there were a couple of dance breaks and you felt like you were dying. You laid passed out on the floor, not literally, but you wished you were. You stared up at the ceiling. 

“Why did we agree to do this again?” You groaned. “We’re halfway through this rehearsal and I’m already dying.” 

“Why did we add so many dance breaks?” Daisy groaned. “My legs are jello.” 

“Because that’s our thing,” Rachel sighed. “Why is that our thing?” 

“Because we’re stupid,” you joked. “I’m starving, but I also feel like I’m gonna throw up if I eat.” 

“Take it to the bathroom with that!” Rachel said. 

You rolled your eyes. You heard the door of the studio open and you turned your head over in the direction. There was Harry holding a bag of something and about five smoothies in his hand. 

“Give me!” You said reaching out your hand, not moving an inch. 

He laughed looking at the four of you laying on the floor, “Um, did I miss something?” 

“We’re dying,” Jess said. 

“And we’re not joking. Every part of my body hurts like a bitch,” you groaned. 

“So, I take it rehearsals are going well?” He asked sitting everything down on th ground. 

“Fucking peachy,” Daisy said. “Anyway, I’m Daisy. Nice to finally meet you Harold.” 

“It’s uh... Harry, actually,” he blushed. “And nice to meet you, as well.” 

“Uh, I’m gonna call you Harold for now,” she said. 

“It’s her thing,” you groaned. “She always calls my boyfriends by different names or nicknames until she’s sure about them.” 

“Let’s just say I’ve never called anyone by their real name because they never made it that far,” she added. 

“Noted,” Harry nodded. “And that’s going to change this time.” 

“We’ll see,” she smirked. 

“Don’t be fucking Rude, Daisy,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Welcome, Harry. Sorry, we’re meeting looking like a bunch of hot ass messes.” 

“No, you all look beautiful, lovely,” he said quickly. 

“No, we don’t. We fucking stink,” Daisy said. 

“It’s true,” you added. “Our sweat is sweating.” 

“Well, I brought some food and smoothies. I figured you all would need some fuel,” he said changing the subject. 

“Thanks, babe,” you smiled slowing sitting up. “Gah, my abs.” 

“After our performance, we’re all going straight to the fucking spa,” Jess said. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Rachel said. 

You all moved closer to the food and Harry sat next to you. You smiled kissing his cheek, “Thank you for bringing this.” 

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “So, besides being in miserable pain and sweat, how are you  girls feeling about the performance.” 

“I’ll admit I was little worried about it, but our last few run throughs went great. I’ve got faith we’re going to kill it on stage tomorrow night,” Rachel said. 

“I have no doubt,” Harry said. 

“So, Harry, have you always been a fan?” Daisy asked. 

“How do you have the energy for twenty questions?” You groaned. 

“It takes my mind off the pain,” she smirked. 

“No, it’s fine,” Harry smiled. “And I have. My sister and I went to a few shows whenever you came to the UK.” 

“That’s really adorable, actually,” Rachel smiled. 

“Oh my god,” you shook your head. “I’m so sorry about this,” you said looking at Harry. 

“Hey, this will save time during our flight tonight,” Daisy said. “He is going with us, right?” 

You looked over at Harry, “Yeah, of course,” he said. 

“Perfect,” she smirked. “So, basically it’s either we interrogate him now or on the plane.” 

“How about neither?” You suggested. “Especially, since you three were so gun-ho on us getting together.” 

“Doesn’t matter. We still have jobs to do,” Jess said. 

“It’s fine,” Harry laughed. “I don’t mind it.” 

“Just wait until she starts getting into the real personal details,” Rachel said. “You might be running for the hills after that.” 

“Hey! That only happened one time and it was for the best was it not?” She smirked. 

“What would I ever do without the three of you?” You joked. 

“Die alone?” Daisy suggested. 

You all laughed, winced, and finished eating before getting back to work. 

**

Once you were finished with rehearsals, you went straight home to finish packing and freshen up before meeting everyone at the airport. 

“I’m more than ready for a hot shower,” you groaned walking into your bedroom. 

“I can’t believe you danced for over eight hours,” he said. “I would have passed out after like two.” 

“Yeah, we’ll we can’t all be amazing dancers,” you joked. “Ow.” 

“How long as it been since you’ve had rehearsals like today?” He asked. 

“Since before the last tour we did together,” you said. “My solo stuff was never centered around dancing, so I never had a lot to practice.” 

“Wow,” he said. “No wonder you all were about to die,” he laughed. 

“Exactly,” you laughed turning on the shower and pulling off your sweaty clothes. 

“Do you need me to do anything while you shower?” He asked standing in the doorway. “I can take the bags downstairs.” 

“Or you can join me in the shower and rub my shoulders,” you said. 

“Well, I can’t say no to that,” he smirked taking off his shirt. 

You both get into the shower. Your tense muscles start to loosen up a bit as the hot water hits you. You close your eyes as Harry rubs your shoulders and leaves kisses on your neck. 

“Getting on a plane is the last thing I want right now,” you groaned. “I just want to go to bed and sleep for four days.” 

“We can sleep on the plane,” he said. “I’ll cuddle with you.” 

“Yeah... that’s not gonna happen,” you said. “You’ve never flown with us... and well, sleep never happens.” 

“Is this your way of telling me I should prepare myself?” he joked. 

“Hell yeah,” you laughed. 

“Bloody hell, what did I get myself into,” he laughed. 

Once you were out of the shower, you got dressed, finished packing, and headed to the airport. It was still surreal that this was happening and even though you were beyond sore and a little nervous about what could happen, you couldn’t be more excited and pumped for what was to come. 

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Outside the Rain

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The Fix (Part 4)

Previously on the Fix...........(click here for part 3)

A few songs into your Ella Mai listening session, you felt yourself drifting into sleep on his shoulder. You tried to shake yourself awake But sleep was winning. T’Challa noticed you drifting off to sleep and chuckled. He laid you back on the couch, left, and came back with a thick comforter. He kissed your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.” That was the last thing you heard before sleep completely took over.

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You slowly opened your eyes as slight daylight seeped through the windows in the darkened room. Your eyes widened in panic and you sat up looking around this unfamiliar bedroom. Where the fuck were you? You then remembered you had came to T’Challa’s apartment last night for sex but that didn’t happen. Or did it?

He wasn’t in the bed next to you and you were dressed in your white tank top and black string bikini underwear that you wore under your clothes last night. You got out of the king size bed and crept out of the bedroom into the living room. You saw T’Challa shirtless in black basketball shorts doing push-ups. You stood behind the leather couch watching his toned back move with each part of the exercise. You bit your lip, resting your head in your hand. Once he finished, he jumped up from the floor and his eyes fell on you. He put on a shy smile.

“Good morning, Y/N. Did you enjoy watching me work out?”

You shrugged. “Ehh somewhat.”

He chuckled grabbing the blue hand towel from the couch, wiping his face and you watched his sculptured abs drip in sweat. You felt your pussy throb a little and shifted your weight.

“I hope you didn’t mind me moving you to my bedroom. I would not feel right leaving a lady sleeping on a couch so I slept on the couch. Also, I hope you don’t mind me undressing you. I wanted to make you comfortable.” You snapped out your daydream and snickered. “Nope. I don’t mind at all. You didn’t have to do that. We could’ve shared the bed. I feel bad about taking over your bed.” You moved around the couch to face him. “And why would I mind you undressing me? It isn’t the first time you’ve done it.” If it wasn’t for his beautiful chocolate coated skin, you would’ve seen him blushing at your statement but you knew he was by the way his cheekbones poked out. “I’m relieved to hear you say that. I’m going to take a shower. Please help yourself to anything in my fridge. I left your clothes on the ottoman in my bedroom.” “Wait...” You bit your lip and stopped him from leaving. “I need to brush my teeth and take a shower as well.” T’Challa looked at you quizzically. “You would like to do that here? I figured you would like to go back to your dormitory.” “It’s a Saturday. I don’t mind staying here for a little bit.” You grabbed him by his waistband pulling him in closer. You hoped he would get the hint. He pushed your hands away. “No. You can leave.” T’Challa remarked roughly and turned his back on you. You were confused and a little hurt. “T’Challa, did I do something wrong?” He ceased his walking and turned back to you. “No. I did. I know our relationship is just sex but I can’t keep having sex with you. I can’t do it.” You crossed your arms with attitude. “Why not? I’m so confused. You wanted to have sex when we first met. You said to call you whenever I needed that fix.” You snorted shaking your head when he didn’t reply. “What’s up? You’re always hellbent on talking but now you’re quiet? Go on and speak, Fixer.” T’Challa’s fists clenched to his sides as he took deep breaths. “I have gained feelings for you, Y/N. I wish I did not because I am not supposed to. I was in denial but last night, as we talked and bonded over the music, I realized that I like you, but it is wrong.” You felt your heart drop at his confession. How could you not see that this man is front of you liked you more than a friend? How could you not see you did too? “That boy that you call your boyfriend.....” T’Challa shook his head and sneered, probably thinking about the stories you’ve told him about Aaron. “He does not deserve you but he has your heart. I’ll keep being your friend so you are free to come by my office whenever you want to talk but-“ “T’Challa, I have feelings for you too.” You blurted out suddenly, surprising yourself. “Please do not lie to me-“ “I’m not!” You marched over to the brooding professor. “Ever since we’ve been talking, I’ve found myself forgetting about Aaron. You even said last night the love I have for him is gone. The reason why I keep coming back to have sex with you is not because the sex is good. I keep coming back because I like you too. It was hard to admit it but I do.” There was a blanket of silence and the both of you stared at each other intensely. You couldn’t read him and you were sure he couldn’t read you either. T’Challa spoke up first. “I am a professor and you are a student. This is wrong.” You walked up to him slowly. “We didn’t care before.” “So what is this?” He asked. “It’s a Whatchamacallit.” T’Challa began to chuckle at you and you smiled then got serious. “But let me be serious. I’m not ready to hop into a new relationship just yet. I haven’t closed the one I’m currently in. Well, barely in. But I know I really like you and I don’t want this to end.” “I will wait for you to be ready.” T’Challa declared causing you to shake your head in disagreement. “No, T’Challa. That wouldn’t be fair to you.” “I think I decide what is fair to me.” He countered standing up straight. “When you are ready to take the next step, I will be ready as well. Until then.....we can keep doing this.” You smirked leaning up to kiss him but backed away covering your mouth. “You got a spare toothbrush?” T’Challa chuckled and led you to the marble bathroom he had. Seriously, how much do professors make? His loft looked expensive as fuck. He gave you a toothbrush and toothpaste from the cabinet. You started to brush your teeth when T’Challa got undressed and stepped into his shower which had clear doors so you could see EVERYTHING. T’Challa in all his naked glory with the water from the shower head running down his body. Your eyes traveled from his head to his toes. That’s a lie. Your eyes stopped at his dick that was semi hard and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, thinking about your mouth on his manhood. You finished brushing your teeth and thought of something. You bit your lip, removing your panties and pulling your tank over your head. You laid them on the toilet seat and opened the door, stepping inside the shower. T’Challa has his back turned with his face under the water. ‘Should I touch him?’ You thought to yourself. “If you want to do something to me, entle, go on with it.” He turned around smirking at you. You laughed grabbing a hand towel from the rack. “Listen, I’m just trying to save water by showering with you. Ain’t nobody come in here to do anything else.” You grabbed the piece of African black soap, lathering the towel with it, and rubbing it all over your body. “Oh really?” “Yes really. Now can you...?” You handed him the towel and turned around. He obliged washing your back when you had a mischievous thought. You bent forward, backing your ass on his member. You rolled your hips slightly and felt him twitch behind you. He finished washing your back and moved the both of you under the water. He turned you around and lifted you by your ass causing your legs to wrap around his waist. “You are a liar.” T’Challa whispered making a trail of tender kisses from behind your ear to your bare, wet chest. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, Professor?” You grinned lazily. That was it. He plunged himself inside and went crazy. After T’Challa fucked the shit out of you in the shower, you two made your way back to his bedroom where he got dressed and you fussed over your hair. You really allowed your beautiful twist out to get wet and fucked up because you wanted to have shower sex. “Any requests? I’m making breakfast.” T’Challa announced once he dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He was tempting you with those damn sweats. Making you wanna eat something else. “You don’t have to do that, T’Challa. I’ll get dressed and be out of your space soon.” “Y/N.” He said your name sternly and you turned to him sighing because you knew you lost this. “Fine, fine. I’ll take scrambled eggs, please.” You smiled turning back to the mirror. He left to begin his cooking and you huffed still trying to figure out your mess of a hair. You fluffed it out and did your best to put it in a high bun on top of your head. Once you fixed it up, your ringtone went off and glanced at the caller ID. Melanie. “Hey girl.” You answered the phone. “Hey girl”? Bitch, is that all you have to say after going M.I.A? We were fucking worried about you!” Melanie screeched in your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Y’all were? Why?” You heard Cass on the phone next. “Well first, you didn’t text back when we texted the group chat saying we got back to our dorms safely and second, we’re at your dorm and you’re not answering. Where are you?!” Shit. “Um, well...” You tried to think of a lie when T’Challa walked into the room telling you the food was ready. “Who was that?” They both asked and you thanked God Ari wasn’t with them because she would’ve recognized his voice. “Rayana’s boyfriend. Y’all remember my friend Rayana? Yeah I went over to her dorm when we left Buffalo Wild Wings and knocked out here.” “I don’t remember no damn Rayana....” As your friends conversed, you muted the phone and turned to T’Challa. “I’ll be there. I just gotta talk to my friends.” “All right but I’ll get started without you.” T’Challa smirked walking up to you as you sat at the end of the bed and took the phone off mute. “That’s fine.” You whispered to him and turned your attention back to your friends and laying back on his bed. You didn’t even notice him getting down on his knees in front of you until he spread them wide and you glared down at him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly and T’Challa smiled deviously as he began to lick your entrance. Oh fuck. “I told you I’m going to start eating.” He mumbles putting his whole mouth on your pussy, sucking softly on your pearl. You held back moans, trying to focus on your conversation. “Anyways, I’m sorry I....fuck...” “Girl, you good?” “Oh yes..... I’m fine.” You breathed attempting to push his head back but he continued eating as his fingers played with your pussy. You felt your legs begin to shake but you couldn’t give yourself away. This motherfucker knew this was torturing you and he loved it. You muted the phone so you can moan loudly as they talked. “Oh fuck yes!” You moaned as his tongue hit your g-spot. “Anyway, girl, when are you coming back? There’s a party tonight that we trying to go to.” Because Cass needs a man.” “Bitch!” You made haste to take the phone off mute trying to push his head but he kept devouring you. You laughed breathlessly. “Give me.....give me 30 minutes and I’ll.....shit......meet up with you guys at Ari’s dorm.” “Bet. You sure you good, girl?” Cass questioned. “YES!” You moaned/yelled out as your orgasm rippled through you then you cleared your throat. “I mean yeah, I’m good. I was looking for something and I finally found it. I’ll see y’all later. Bye!” You clicked the red button, ending the phone and screamed as you released your juices all over T’Challa’s mouth. Once you finishing cumming, he lifted his head from your thighs, grinning. You attempted to glare through your post-orgasm haze. “You almost got me caught.” T’Challa continued to smile. “But you didn’t. I’m impressed.” He stood up pulling your thighs closer and pulled down his sweats. “Now you said 30 minutes, correct? That’s enough time for another orgasm.” “Wait, can I get some actual food first?” You panted, trying to squirm away. “Yes.....after you cum again.”

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After you came and T’Challa got his nut from the quickie, you quickly ate your food and rushed out of his apartment. He tried to convince you to stay but you had enough orgasms for today. You partied, went to sleep, and woke up with one thing on your mind. You needed some dick. Not necessarily in your vagina but you wanted that shit in your mouth. You were in the mood to suck some dick and you knew who to go to for it. “Hey professor.” You strolled in to his office with a seductive smirk on your face as you closed the door behind you. T’Challa turned towards you, closing a textbook and placing it on his desk. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” His cheekbones rose at his question. You slowly walked up to him, placing kisses on his lips and neck. “My need for pleasure.” You pushed him onto his computer chair and straddled him. T’Challa has a firm grip on your hips as you whined your hips on him. You felt his member poking against your pussy and you grinned, getting down on your knees. He was now confused at your actions. “What are you do-“ the perplexed professor was cut off by you pulling down his dress pants along with his boxers roughly, freeing his semi hard dick. You took him in your right hand moving slowly but firmly down to the base as your left hands crept inside your panties. You stared in his eyes. “You see....I’ve noticed I’ve never had you in my mouth...and I want to. I’ve been wanting to suck your dick for so long.” You looked up at him. “You’ve probably had it sucked multiple times.” He groaned at your motion. “No. Many women have been scared to because.....because of the size.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Lucky for you, you ain’t messing with no bitch.” You began to lick the head of his pen and kiss it when there were knocks on his office door. “Professor Udaku? Are you in?” You heard your friend Ari’s voice outside his door and groaned out of frustration. T’Challa looked down at you panicked and the door began to open. In a rush, he swung his computer chair to his desk as you crouched underneath the desk. Why the fuck didn’t you lock the door behind you? “Ariana. What brings you to my office today?” You heard her take a seat in front of the desk and huff loudly. “I’ve just been really meaning to talk to you for a while now.” T’Challa made a gesture to tell her to continue. “Then please. Go ahead and talk. That’s what I’m here for.” You smirked deviously underneath the desk and began to slowly jerk him off. He began stammering on his words when you shoved his dick slowly in your mouth. Your ears perked up at Ari’s words but you kept doing your job. “This friend I have.....she should know something important but I don’t think it’s my place to say anything. I mean I think she should but on the other hand, I don’t.” T’Challa sighed deeply. “And why do you feel like.....” he gulped. “Um, f-feel like y-you s-shouldn’t?” “Because she’s been doing so-“ Ari paused and looked at him in concern. “Professor? Are you ok?” T’Challa took a sharp exhale at the feeling of your warm mouth around his penis. He tried to steady himself but your warm saliva dripping down his dick was not helping. You finally pulled it out of your mouth because you desperately wanted to know which friend was she referring to? Was it you? “Yes, I am fine, Ariana. I’ve just haven’t been feeling well.” “Oh shit. If you’re not feeling well, we can talk about this another time. Feel better, Professor.” “Thank you and I will see you in class tomorrow.” You heard Ari pick up her bag, open the door, and shut it behind her. That’s why T’Challa pushed himself away from the desk and sighed out of relief. He helped you up from under the desk smiling. “Oh you are a vixen, Y/N. I’ve never had a woman pleasure me in company’s presence.” His smile dropped seeing the bothered look on your face. “What’s wrong?” You put your attention on him. “Uh what Ari was talking about.... I wonder if she was talking about me....” you sighed trying to hide your slight annoyance. “I would’ve found out for sure though if you didn’t....” “Didn’t what?” You shook your head to break the trance you were in. “Nothing, nothing.” You began to smirk and dropped down to your knees. “Now let me finish what I started.” Once you finished getting your fix, you decided to go to your dorm room. You planned to get changed and go meet up with Ari to figure out why she was being so weird lately. You saw a figure waiting outside your dorm room door. The figure was sitting with their back against the door and their head down. As you got closer, you could see it was a man. Fear grew in your body because what business did this man have with you? When you got close enough, the man looked up at you and you felt your heart drop a thousand feet. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Aaron?”

A/N: Yes, you read right, y’all! Aaron is back! for anyone who forgot, Aaron is your boyfriend who pulled a Danny Phantom on you and went ghost. Question is, how do you feel about this? Does he want you back or is he back to officially end your relationship? You will find out next time on The Fix!

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people change {Vince Neil}

@champagneandspice asked: hey! I adore your writing!!! could u please do a one shot but in the form of an article ? you’d be writing it as if you worked for people magazine or something like that. could u pls write ab the “speculated rumors” ab vince and I dating are true?? u could insert pictures or whatever u like. thank u <3

A/N: 2065 words. I love!! This style!! Of Writing!! also probably not what you were asking for, but i had fun and i hope you do too. i really sort of like this world/reader persona i’ve built?? i even added a few pictures for effect lmao. hope it’s enjoyable. i don’t usually do tags for one-shots but @cosmicsskies and @crazylittlethingcalledobsession asked and im too giddy to refuse.

WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINK? - Mötley Crüe singer Vince Neil and Joan Jett & The Blackhearts newest guitarist Y/N Y/L/N spotted getting cosy after Crüe’s Atlanta show last Saturday? Does this hint at a collaboration between two bands, or is this more personal than professional? [Read more on Page 10...]

“What the f*** do you think?”

If you’re a woman working in or around the rock and roll music scene in the past half a decade, you’ve probably heard these words, or some variation of them, if you’ve come within a ten foot radius of the glam metal juggernauts Mötley Crüe; Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, and their blonde, boyish singer Vince Neil. They’re crass by reputation, however this is unsurprisingly true to life, though if you were interested in reading an expose regarding the number of gigs they’ve done while high, or how many hotel rooms they’ve set fire to, there’s innumerable gossip rags and magazines covering those particular scandals, including at least two Rolling Stone articles in the past two years, and we’re not here to retell old stories. 

When attending their concert in Atlanta last week, which I highly recommend; if given the opportunity, and you enjoy their music, see Mötley Crüe live, they give an almost unparalleled live performance, in my humble opinion as a music journalist of almost a decade, I was fortunately privy to the moment that sparked debate and controversy within the rock music gossip sphere. After the show, while I was made to wait at the stage door, their manager Doc Mcghee was kind enough to invite me to the afterparty. There, at the stage door, restless fans were held at bay, young men in black leather pants, emulating their idols, young women in barely anything at all, there to catch attention and garner the same invitation that I had received, and when the band themselves appear, it’s as if the gates of Hell had opened; the screaming I heard, ladies and gentleman.

First through the doors is Mars, already looking like he needs a shot or a nap, and he dodges more than one bra thrown his way, giving me a longsuffering look as he passes. To be that exhausted by fame is on a level I can’t even begin to comprehend. He’s on the tour bus which will take us to the hotel bar for drinks almost before anyone else is even out of the building.

Next comes what the fans have affectionately dubbed ‘The Terror Twins’, Sixx and Lee, both carrying a beer each, followed by several very pretty women who head to the bus whilst the musicians take the time to say high to their fans, signing various body parts and generally taking the time to interact with the more hardcore of their following who were waiting in the cold night air. They’re enough of a distraction that one might have missed the final band member, Vince Neil, laying uncharacteristically low, and who had actually been preceded by a surprising figure; Y/N Y/L/N, the most recent addition to Joan Jett & The Blackhearts as their rhythm guitarist. 

And this, dear readers, is the moment I decide to write the first gossip piece of my life.

As someone who regularly set fire to the copies of Hollywood Star my then-housemate had been getting delivered to our apartment back when I first began my journalistic career, the idea of writing an article based on speculation about the sexual conduct of celebrities was an idea I rejected out of hand. I’d told myself I had integrity. 

But then my proto-punk loving heart betrayed me, as I recalled Y/L/N’s lyrics from my favourite song of her’s, Sucker Punch, ‘speculate / scream my name / my heart, my love, baby it’s a game / they call me heartless, fancy-free / as if anyone’s meant something to a girl like me’. Y/L/N has been credited as the sole writer for the single, under her band at the time, Nuclear Patricide, who had garnered a cult following that has been credited as an idol for Joan Jett herself. After the Nuclear Patricide’s split in early ‘83, it’s been relative radio silence from the writer and lead guitarist until Joan Jett & The Blackhearts announce her as their newest addition, and she’s been with them for almost two years since.

[ID: Stills from Nuclear Patricide’s music video for Sucker Punch, 1980, known for the appearance of then-break out star Jamie Lee-Curtis. Editor’s Note: Y/L/N did not appear in the music video herself.]

So, upon seeing Y/L/N trying to keep a low profile whilst exiting a gig she clearly was not playing at, without any of her own bandmates to keep her company, I must confess I began to wonder, to speculate about the nature of her relationship with Mötley Crüe. She’s adamantly and publicly denounced romantic relationships in her work and in her public appearances up until her split from her original band, so has anything changed in the past few years?

Back at the hotel, I find myself weaving in amongst groupies and fanboys. My dark jeans and leather jacket act as a camouflage in this den of debauchery; I’ve worn professional clothing to this kind of thing before, and it usually doesn’t go over well; if the band sees a reporter there’s a sense of immediate hostility in what’s meant to be a safe space, relatively speaking, however, I’ve found that blending in, and making it clear I’m not on the offensive makes them drop their guard enough that they’ll give an honest interview. 

At least until a pretty girl walks past.

Neil and Y/L/N are nowhere to be spotted as I finally take a seat with a table that has neither cocaine nor a woman on it, and once I’ve ordered a drink and looked over my notes, someone actually joins me of their own accord. It’s Tommy Lee, who, to my surprise, recognises me from the last time Crüe had played in town. 

He talks about the tour, about how exciting it’s been and how he loves Atlanta, but he’s losing focus very quickly, not surprisingly since his name is being called by other tables every few moments, and there’s a faint dusting of telltale white powder around his nose. He promises ‘see you ‘round’ [sic] and then he’s off again. However, it’s as he leaves that I spot Y/N coming from a room by the back of the bar, and I make my move.

Mars has, as I’ve been told, already retired for the night, Lee is up to his eyes in cocaine, Sixx already has his dick out under his table judging by the look of him, and Neil is surprisingly MIA, so Y/L/N is easy to spot as the odd one out.

Not nearly as f***ed up or strung out as the rest of them, I watch her order a jack and coke, and down the drink mere moments after receiving it, before she turns to me. It takes her barely a second before she correctly identifies me as a reporter. I ask if she remembers meeting me, back in ‘82, she says no, but that she can pick a reporter from a mile away. 

People still fawn over her, pretty girls and pretty boys alike, her aloofness drawing them in, and I’d forgotten how overwhelming it was to be this close to her. She kicks a fanboy and a groupie who are messily groping each other out of a booth and we take their seats.

This is meant to be about Mötley Crüe, and I try to tell her as such, but she just gives me a thin smile.

“Then why did you come find me?”

And she gives me that stare, you know, the one from the cover of Nuclear Patricide’s final album, Treason Is A Girl’s Best Friend. It’s that piercing stare of hers that makes you feel like she knows everything you’ve ever done wrong in your life. 

I ask about her relationship with Mötley Crüe, and to my relief she looks away.

She’s candid about admitting she’s travelling with them, but not touring, right up until I ask her about her relationship with each member of the band specifically.

“Mick’s fun; he’s very talented and easily riled up. They’re all very talented of course, but Mick’s dynamic, [because] of his age and everything, is interesting within the group [sic] and I enjoy watching it all play out. He’s smacked Tommy a few times.” I’m assured that nine times out of ten he deserved it. 

She’s filled with glowing praise for both Sixx and Lee in turn, and even Doc Mcghee, but Neil she is oddly silent about. He’s the first of the band she’d met; he’d seen her play a few times with The Blackhearts and has admitted to enjoying her work in previous interviews when she’s been brought up, as the pair have been spotted together before. Well, she’s been spotted with the band before. Here is where she starts, to my surprise, to get antsy. So the rumours, which I had thought to be incredibly false given her history and general attitude, have more basis than she likes to let on.

And then she gets defensive.

He’s like cocaine; everyone’s doing him, it’s just the industry; no-one’s going to judge her for a fling. She does not appear to take comfort in the sentiment.

“People change.”

I ask her what she means. She refuses to clarify and leaves. Perhaps I pushed too far, but now I feel like a detective, and like I only have one more person I need to talk to. But perhaps I should have eased myself into talking about Y/L/N to Vince himself, but I’ll have to admit, between Y/L/N leaving and finding Neil, I may have done a bit of socialising with Sixx, which I recommend recreationally, and also if you have a high tolerance for most things.

“I don’t think we’re any of your f***ing business.” 

Neil does not mess around, and apparently she’d already spoken to him about our earlier meeting. I leave it be, spend the night enjoying the festivities with Sixx and Lee when I can, leaving just before the sun comes up. 

Some of you may be thinking this is dissatisfying, that you came into this article wanting me to confirm or dismiss the speculated relationship between Vince Neil and Y/N Y/L/N, but I can’t. Neither of them would speak to me, and I can only leave you with a list of things I saw that night, and you can make up your own mind.

- The room Y/L/N had exited from when I first spotted her is the same room Neil left less than five minutes later as we were talking. I went to investigate later; it’s a supply closet.

- After my encounter with Neil, and I’d stayed clear of them, whenever I would spot either of them, the other was almost always within arm’s reach. Make of that what you will.

- He definitely did a line of coke off her thigh at about three in the morning.

- I asked both Sixx and Lee about it. Lee’s response was ‘loud’ with something akin to a knowing smirk, and Sixx’s was ‘he’s a lucky bastard’ and when I ask him to clarify he just says ‘flexible’ and climbs to the next booth over where they’ve been asking him to do a line; I’m not even sure what to make of it, but personally I think it’s pretty damning.

- Readers, they were all over each other, I apologise for throwing my professionalism out the window for a moment, but if I’m being honest I couldn’t look to a secluded corner of the room without there being a 40% chance of seeing Vince and Y/N. It got worse as the night went on. Believe me.

So, while I don’t believe there is set to be a collaboration between Joan Jett and Mötley Crüe, I do come baring good news for those fans who had been speculating regarding Y/L/N’s relationship with the hair metal band’s lead singer. So are they together? Are they dating? Though neither party will publicly state anything, I’ll leave you with my thoughts, my observations, and the oft spoke words of the man himself;

What the f*** do you think?

#vince neil #vince neil x reader #vince neil imagine #motley crue #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #the angry lizard writes

[btshodown]

Prey For Me

↳ “Having an addictive personality got you into a lot of trouble sometimes; from having alcohol poisoning to something simple like throwing yourself into new kdramas a little too aggressively. So bringing in a strange hybrid into your apartment to “help him” was no different. Only you had no idea what storm you just dragged yourself into. He was only supposed to stay the night.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre/Warnings: Sour candy that’s sweet in the inside, sprinkled with some crack. Hybrid AU, detailed mentions of violence and blood. Possible future smut in later chapters. Rating: PG13 Word Count: 6.5k

➭ Why must I do this to myself at 2 am...anyways yeah, this finally came out after months of contemplation. I was going to originally make it a giant one-shot, but I was exhausting myself with that goal so I’ve decided to just make it a mini series. Please let me know your thoughts! :)

The cadence of people cheering and betting surrounds you, tempting like a siren’s call to join in on the intoxication of gambling, but you resist with ardor. You were no fool and were well aware that if you gave into that lull, you would never see the light of day. Unfortunately for you, you had a very addictive personality and once something entered your life; your inhibitions got easily swept away with the roaring current.

I’m a good noodle; I’m a good noodle…

A quick yelp rips from your throat as suddenly the body of a sweaty, drunk man is pushed onto you; were it not for the strong grip on your waist appearing to pull you away, you would have no doubt you’d be pinned to the floor by the barely coherent man.

“Hey man, be careful!” your ears ring at the boisterous laughter surrounding you before the deep timbre of your companion’s voice enters your ears in a soft lilt of concern. “Y/N? You good?”

One blink, two, three blinks and the ringing in your ears slowly melts to allow your coherency to finally reemerge; along with your annoyance. “I’d be hell of a lot better if my ass was planted on that indent on the couch I made while watching Game of Thrones and stuffing my face with that leftover Pad Thai!”  

Taehyung releases his own soft yelp as your hand swipes at his bicep, your eyes pinning him with a glare only a disturbed homebody could give. Were it not for his damn conniving personality and honey coated lies about accompanying him to a “private” event he got invited to, you would have never left the safety of the blanket cocoon you had painstakingly buried yourself in. But you had stupidly gave in to his whining and pleading, managing to even feel pity for the devious bastard; well boo-boo the fool you, cause you got played.

The “private” event was code for “underground-illegal-hybrid-MMA-fighting”.

You had to admit to yourself that you were no hardcore hybrid supporter; you didn’t risk your safety to attend the protests on their rights or freedom, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed watching them suffer. Staying silent on the matter whenever it was brought into debates was your only sin.

“Oh come on, y/n, I already told you that I had no idea it was a hybrid MMA,” Taehyung ignores your petulant pout, not caring for his safety from your wrath as he slings a long arm around your shoulders; effectively maneuvering you toward some benches that faced the netted platform of the ring. To his benefit, he seemed like he was trying to reassure himself as well; Taehyung was more outspoken about his distaste on how hybrids were treated after all. “I know it might seem a bit…sketchy, but from what I just heard, the hybrids do this of their own free will. They don’t seem to be forced into it.”

A huff leaves you as both of you take a seat on the edge of the bench and quickly cross your arms in an effort to make yourself small to avoid anyone bumping into you. “And you believe them? When this whole thing is illegal?”        

Your companion only offers a sheepish half grin and small shrug of his shoulders as an answer; leaving you to roll your eyes and focus on the ring in front of you just as the lights dimmed around you. The cacophony of the audience rose to a higher decibel as the only lights shining were on the platform as the announcer walked into the fencing to begin the matches. While Taehyung kept looking on in a mixture of unease and concern for the hybrids fighting, you couldn’t stomach staring at the matches, so you opted to focus on the ground in front of you. Though that did nothing to stop your wincing every time you heard a particularly loud crack of fists or kicks followed by a grunt of pain; just how the hell was this voluntary? This was so much worse than boxing in your opinion; MMA fighting didn’t have gloves to cushion the aftershocks of their punching and kicking was also an added element that only caused more pain. This wasn’t even counting the fact that they weren’t completely human and therefore stronger physically; their hits were a lot more lethal.

Finally the last match was announced as you sadly watched them carry out what was supposed to be a Doberman hybrid, now bloody and bruised beyond recognition from the panther hybrid he was up against. Just how was that fair? They purposely pitted the poor male against an apex predator who obviously had greater strength and quicker reflexes; it didn’t take you long to realize the matches were fixed for those gambling. You were just glad that the last match was about to happen because you knew you couldn’t take much more of this; the whole scene caused revulsion to slowly churn in your belly.

“And finally the match you have all been anticipating!” The announcer looks a touch from smug as the crowd roars with excitement, your stomach clenching suddenly with apprehension. “Give it up to our reigning queen of MMA; Abaddon!”

Your mouth falls open slightly as the name itself prompted you to look up and you were met with a beautiful, tall woman with bright orange hair that she was nonchalantly wrapping up in a bun. Clad in only a sports bra and spandex shorts, her impressive muscles were out in proud display and it was easy to see just why she was called the queen, that wasn’t even mentioning how her aura exuded jaded confidence in a way only a tigress could. Her rounded ears atop her head barely twitched from the noise, no doubt accustomed to it, while her tail swayed in what seemed to be boredom; there was no misgiving that she rightfully earned the name Abaddon: a fallen angel of death whose name literally means “to destroy.” Just what poor soul was being pitted against her?

Once the crowd settled down, the announcer gained a gleam in his eyes as he continues on. “And just who is going to face off our tigress queen? This fighter has been climbing his way from the bottom and just might give our champion a run for her money; give it up to Ares!”

If you believed the woman before you had been intimidating, the male walking into the ring made you rethink your previous judgement. The crowd made little noise, though whether it was due to disdain or wonder at the sculpture of a man, you weren’t sure, but he surely now had your undivided attention. Despite wearing the same outfit of just shorts like the other male fighters, the hybrid before you did the material more of a service as his lithe figure is stacked with bulging muscles. His stomach is impressively cut with abs and his thighs and legs are thick with power; even his face looks strong with a sharp jaw and furrowed brows. Despite his strong presence however, there was an underlying boyish softness to his face that captured your heart; your eyes couldn’t stop their gazing at his warm, brown doe-like eyes and his asymmetrical pink lips.

A breath gets stuck in your chest as those brown eyes quickly roam over the crowd, eliciting a crooked grin before he turns back over to his opponent and flattens his long grey ears with a sneer. It isn’t until you see his ears move that you realize with dawning horror that they pitted a rabbit hybrid with a fucking tiger. Sure, his muscles were impressive, mainly his legs which should have been a giveaway to what animal he was infused with, but he was still a prey animal up against a damn apex predator; your heart squeezes painfully imagining a worse fate for him than the Doberman from before.

You wanted to look away, to tell Taehyung to take you home this instant because surely you were going to witness a murder with how fiercely the tigress was eyeing the male, but something kept you silent. Maybe it was sick fascination to watch Ares fighting and see if those muscles on his back would tense deliciously like you were imagining, or perhaps it was that softness beneath his strong features that tugged at your heart, you weren’t certain which it was yet.

The silence that hangs in the air is thick with tension and bloodlust, something even the announcer seemed keen on leaving. With a quick cut down motion with his hand, the announcer quickly turns and locks the cage door behind him as swiftly as his human legs could carry him; right on time as well since the two hybrids wasted no time in lunging at one another. It was like nothing you had ever seen before, the two of them looked more like they were performing a deadly dance; with each swing of limbs the other was always quick to dodge or block. The scene absentmindedly reminded you of capoeira; they were almost speaking to one another with how they moved and their eyes shone with excited violence.

Even the normally boisterous audience was captivated by the fight, bated breath waiting to be released with the promise of the first hit, which comes with a painful crack of skin and a grunt. Your heart lurches into your throat as your hands wring together, feeling sick as you witness Ares wipe a stream of blood from his brow, but it doesn’t take him long to swiftly feign left before spinning on his right leg to land a powerful kick to Abaddon’s open side. The crowd finally comes to life at the two hits and the cacophony of their delight drowns out the loud smacks of skin, but your heartbeat stubbornly continues to be louder.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed you by, too enraptured by the male who fought with a viciousness that spoke of fearing failure; you could see it with every clench of his jaw when he got hit and the refusal to fall to the floor even as the tigress continues to try. Ares is quick on his feet and with each step he almost seemed to bounce, something that no doubt was brought on by his animal half, and with how the woman bared her teeth, you knew she was having a hard time cornering him. She was moving like fire, unpredictable in a methodical way that sang of years of practice and instinct; her plan was easy to distinguish the more you watched and you knew that if she managed to knock the male hybrid to the floor, it was all over.

Only a few seconds had passed, and even staring without blinking had you almost missing the moment the tigress wrapped her tail around his ankle and pulled; the heavy bang of his body hitting the floor reverberated throughout your ribs. The hush in the room didn’t last as a soft snarl is heard, the blur of the woman’s body seen mid leap before she’s descending on the poor male with her claws out. Amidst the violent cheering of the crowd, you unknowingly let out a terrified scream the moment the first fist is thrown to his stomach and don’t realize your standing until you feel Taehyung gently nudge your arm in concern.

You weren’t sure if it was your delusions from worry, but for a brief second you locked eyes with Ares the moment you had screamed, watching with wide eyes as he gazed at you with slight muddled wonder. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to have your heart pound painfully against your chest as you gaze at the way the tigress unleashes her fury on his body with horror; not able to look away for the fear that she’ll truly kill him right now. His grunts and snarls are soft, being held back by pride, but soon a loud yelp escapes his mouth as blood is drawn on his chest from where the woman dug her claws in.

“She’s going to kill him,” your voice comes out in a breath of dread before you quickly reach out to your friend and feel the desperation trying to breach your throat, “she’s going to kill him Tae! Can’t someone stop her?!”

Taehyung’s voice is choked with sympathy and something else as you both watch Ares try to curl in on himself to lessen the hits. “Death isn’t an illegal thing here, y/n. It’s usually encouraged.”

You decide that in this moment, you truly hate your friend for bringing you to this shithole, forced to watch as this woman tries her hardest to kill the poor hybrid beneath her for the infamy; you’ll never let Tae know that though. Despite the small amount of resentment you feel for being brought here, you know that you’ll eventually forgive him. Just not right now as you watch Ares’ eyes take longer to open with each blink and feeling your heart crumble as small streams of blood run down his face and body. You weren’t sure what deity out there would hear you, but you begin to frantically pray that they’ll do something, anything to stop the fight; if not you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from running in there yourself.

You just didn’t realize that your prayer would be answered so abstractly.

“Cops!” the shout was faint and easily drowned by the roaring of the crowd, but you turn your head for a second as you spot a wide-eyed man running toward the ring. It isn’t until he bravely flings himself onto the wires of the cage to rattle it, causing the tigress to pause and snarl at the man, that the audience realizes what it is he’s screaming louder than before. “COPS!”

The change is instantaneous, leaving you to stand absentmindedly watching Ares’ fallen body as Abaddon gracefully leaps to the top of the cage and jumps out; there was a man with an expensive suit waiting for her already and quickly escorts her out of sight. Even your shoulders getting hit and shoved as people scramble out of the building like panicked ants isn’t enough to have you avert your eyes or your racing thoughts; no one was coming to get Ares.

It isn’t until you feel a violent tug on your arm do you refocus to the present, the yells of the dispersing crowd finally reaching your ears as does Taehyung’s shouts of alarm and panic. “Come on y/n! We have to go!”

Your body finally moves, only it isn’t in the direction your companion anticipated as your feet maneuver through the throng of people to reach the cage; it took zero convincing on your part to decide what to do. You aren’t going to leave the hybrid in the hands of the police and abandon him, even if you had to drag him to your apartment on your own.

“Y/n! Y/n! What are you – seriously?!”

You ignore Taehyung’s frantic shouts as he follows you through the crowd, not pausing once to check if the police were already inside the building, too worried that if you did it would cost you time you didn’t have. With your heart pounding in your ears and the adrenaline coursing through you, you yank the door open to the cage and run inside, sliding onto your knees to quickly check the man’s pulse. However, the moment your fingers touch the sweat covered skin, a big hand quickly wraps around your wrist and pulls a yelp from your throat; the hybrid had opened one eye and was glaring at you tiredly. Even as bloody and exhausted as he was, he could still stay aware enough to try and fend someone off; though you doubted that even as strong as he was, he could fight you right now.

“Hey,” you croak out as you try to stop the shaking in your hand which was still being squeezed in his grip, “I know that you won’t trust me, but the police are here – we have to get you out before they get you.”

It was at this moment that you saw something not many people probably got to see, this strong man turning into a small, hurt boy as his eye loses that glare to adopt one of fear. You’re sure that he didn’t need an explanation as to why the cops finding him alone was a bad thing; all his life was running away from the law as there was no doubt he was an unbound hybrid – no one coming to take him away like they did with Abaddon was enough proof. It was also in this moment that you vow to not mention that second of unadulterated vulnerability to anyone.

Ares closes his eye for a second, before opening it again to give you a small nod as he begins to stand with your hands grabbing onto his waist and arm. Time seems to move again as you look up to see Taehyung rushing over, cursing loudly as he hurriedly slings Ares’ arm over his shoulder and starts sprinting out. You gasp in breaths and try to keep up with the sudden movement, making sure to clutch onto the hybrid to assure you wouldn’t fall on your ass. It isn’t until the three of you burst through some emergency exit that you chance a look behind you, watching with wide eyes as men in uniform flash lights in your direction with shouts for you to stop.

With a slam of the door, the light is gone, but your speed continues the same as you all scramble over to your mini SUV; which for once you are so incredibly happy you stuck around with it as opposed to a smaller car.  Ares would actually fit in it for one. You throw a soft apology to the man as Tae all, but threw him across the back seat and slams the door before hopping into the passenger seat.

“Drive y/n! Drive like you’re in the Fast & Furious Tokyo Drift!”

“I never watched that one! I heard it was sad!”

“This is isn’t the time y/n! Just do as Rihanna sang; shut up and drive!”

Despite your words, you’re quick to turn on the engine and press your foot on the gas pedal, the squealing of tires drowning out your heartbeat as the hidden building gets smaller on your rearview mirror.

Labored breaths is all you hear for a few moments as you get farther away from the warehouses, your heartbeat slowing down enough for you to realize the weight of what you just did. What the hell were you going to do with a hybrid? As much as you wouldn’t mind sheltering the man, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he’s a stranger and to top it off, dabbled in illegal fights. He could kill you the moment he gets an opening for all you know, and yet…seeing him fight with so much determination only to get beaten, it caused a painful thrum in your chest. Maybe your impulsive behavior could get you hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to believe he’d never lay a hand on you.

“What the fuck,” the voice is soft and breathy, before you realize its Taehyung as soon as his tone rises. “Y/n, what the fuck!”

You visibly cringe as you can feel his disapproving scowl from your seat, but for safety and your own embarrassment, you don’t turn around. There’s no point in questioning what he meant with his declaration; you know exactly what he’s so shocked about. With his shouting though, you’re quick to adjust your rearview mirror, afraid that Taehyung’s shouting somehow offended your surprise guest; but to your relief, the male hybrid seemed to be sleeping from exhaustion.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal –”

“There’s an MMA hybrid in the backseat!”

“I couldn’t leave him!”

You feel Taehyung’s stare of pity and disbelief as you bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes automatically flicking up to the rearview mirror to watch the rise and fall of the hybrid’s chest. “I know it’s stupid and I just opened a can of worms…but Tae I couldn’t leave him,” your voice is a soft whisper as the glow of the streetlights finally breaks out from the darkness of the sketchy streets you left behind.

Silence once again permeates the air as Taehyung simply slumps into his seat, his expression a weird mixture of understanding and annoyance. You’re not quite sure what your friend is thinking and at the moment you aren’t in the right state of mind to pry in concern; although you do feel guilty for the impulsive decision you made. You didn’t live alone and Taehyung’s disapproval only made sense since he would have to put up with your impulsivity; you just hope he wouldn’t stay angry with you for too long. Plans of making him his favorite food and desserts to lessen the blow of having an unknown hybrid crash in your shared space begin to enter your mind as the route to the space in question becomes familiar again.

It isn’t long before you finally reach your apartment, the silence still hanging between you two as you make sure none of your neighbors are out to see Taehyung carry a bloody hybrid on his back. The trek to the elevator is done in stiff silence as your eyes continue to roam over the lobby to make sure no one is about to catch the three of you, and it isn’t until you see the metal doors close in front of you that you let out a breath. Your apartment was the first door once getting off the lift, so walking to it without being seen won’t be as big of an issue.

Just as the elevator begins its ascent, you let your eyes slowly glance over to your right discretely, watching with a small, worried frown at how blank Taehyung’s expression is. After nearly two years living with your best friend, you knew better than anyone that when the normally boisterous male was quiet and expression a clean slate, he was angry or very irritated. What you didn’t know was why. You get it, you made a very stupid decision in risking your safety for the hybrid slumped on his back, but surely he could sympathize on why you did; more so when he was the more active voice in their rights. It wouldn’t be a permanent situation in your life (you imagined) and suppose once the hybrid healed, he’d finally forgive you.

The sudden shift and sound of the doors chiming break you out of your guilt plagued thoughts, but with Tae walking briskly to your apartment door only serves to gnaw at you. He definitely was angry. With a sharp look from him, you’re quick to scramble to the door and push the keys into the lock to finally let all of you into your shared home. Although, you can’t hide a wince and a soft, stern “careful” falling from your lips as your friend practically dumps Ares’ body onto the couch without a care.

After hanging your keys on the mount by the door and dumping your jacket on the bar counter, you take quick steps over to the small L shaped couch; making quick work in rearranging the hybrid onto the lounge section of the sofa for more of a comfortable position. Once satisfied that he won’t wake up sore, you hesitate before running a hand on the fading bruises on his skin, feeling wonder fill you at how quickly he was already healing. Despite the blood staining his abdomen and chest, the gashes themselves already seemed to be closing and well to the point of recovering. All you really needed to do was simply clean the blood and grime, along with waiting for his body to recuperate with sleep.

With hope spilling into your ribs, you turn to call Tae to help you gather supplies, only to see an empty living room and kitchen, with the door to the hallway and bedrooms slightly ajar as an indicator that he probably already went into his room. Guilt and worry once again begins to wrap around your heart while your stomach churned at the thought of him truly hating you for this. A sigh escapes you, but you grimace as you stand up, ignoring the stiffness in your limbs as you walk over to the small kitchen and grab the large bowl you usually use to mix your desserts, carefully covering the interior with clear wrap. Once done, you fill it up with some warm, soapy water and open a drawer to take out one of your kitchen towels before making your way back to the couch.

The more you cleaned his naked torso, the more bewitched you felt as each swipe of the bloodied rag shows perfectly carved abs and pecs, leaving you with an embarrassing burn in your core. Shame floods you with each lustful thought that came barging into your mind, trying your hardest to ignore the flame in the pit of your belly getting hotter with each second that passed. Honestly, is this man somehow a deity in disguise? His muscles were ridiculously defined and large; it was getting harder to control your wild thoughts.

Come on girl, get a hold of yourself. The man is hurt and unconscious! With a sigh you close your eyes and exhale softly to gather back your wits before finishing. Appreciating your hard work, you let your eyes fixate on the nasty gashes on his stomach and the yellowing bruises over his face. With a nod, you make a quick decision as you grab the bowl filled with dirty water and the rag, quickly cleaning up the supplies before returning with a small container of antibacterial ointment; no doubt he was healing just fine, but your worry wouldn’t let you walk away without providing him some relief.

As you delicately spread the ointment on his wounded skin however, the man shifts in his sleep suddenly and it has your breath and movements stilling in tense silence as you watch him carefully; but he simply turns onto his side and curls up, no signs of having been disturbed. Your breath leaves you slowly as your gaze softens; once more witnessing his features smooth over to show just how young he truly is. He couldn’t be older than Taehyung, perhaps younger now that you’re witnessing his guard completely lowered in sleep to show that glimpse of a young man you had seen back at the ring. Just how did he get mixed in with such a horrible way of surviving? Surely rabbit hybrids must be amongst the top adopted hybrids alongside the dog and cat mixes, so why is it that Ares found himself having to fight to stay alive?

“I’m sorry,” your voice is merely a whisper, the words having no destination and settle instead in the air between you two as you continue to watch Ares sleep soundly. Even you were unsure as to why you felt like apologizing. For how badly his life must be? For having been abandoned at that warehouse? For being alone? Who knew, certainly you didn’t, but with those thoughts plaguing your mind you stand up and drape your throw blanket on his figure before making your way to your room.

You spare a concerned glance over to your friend’s closed door and note with disappointment that there is no light fighting to get out through the bottom of his door; his room completely dark. With a small shake of your head, you gently close your door and get ready for bed; silently throwing a hopeful wish for tomorrow to not be a disaster once the hybrid awoke. 

Your wish seems to have landed in the trash as you stare blankly at the scene before you late the next morning; Ares is awake and clutching onto one corner of the blanket you covered him in, glaring venomously at Taehyung who’s also tugging on the other end of the cotton with his own ferocious scowl at the hybrid. No words were being exchanged, but the air is thick with animosity and testosterone, leaving you shell-shocked at witnessing your goofball of a best friend suddenly look so…animalistic. Just what random parallel universe did you drop into? As if realizing your impulsive behavior with the hybrid wasn’t disorienting enough, now you also have to deal with Taehyung suddenly becoming an ass?

With a sigh and a glance at the clock mounted on the wall beside you – it was only 10 am – you’re quick to walk over to the two males, snatching the blanket from both of them. Two sets of eyes quickly snap to you, one annoyed, but apologetic; and the other narrowed in hostility. You try your best to give Ares a small, but sincere smile before turning to Taehyung and smacking his arm, giving him a scowl of disapproval.

“Just what on earth are you doing, you walnut? Why are you picking fights with our guest so early, especially after how last night went?”

Your brown haired roommate only whines at your annoyance and is quick to wrap his long arms around your shoulders in a dramatic fashion; you didn’t miss how he oddly rubbed his cheek on your own. “Please don’t be mad at me eomma! I forgot we had some asshole on our couch so I got…surprised and only acted on self-defense. True story.”

“I am not your mom! God I thought we went over this? Why is the mom thing coming back all of a sudden you fucking weirdo?” You would never admit to him how relief floods you at having him back to his idiot self.

A loud scoff followed by a snarl has you remembering the hybrid behind you and it serves as a reminder that he isn’t exactly exuding happy vibes right now; you wouldn’t either if you woke up in a stranger’s house after being beaten up honestly.

“I would hardly call you smacking me awake and yanking the blanket off of me as self-defense you rat,” at the last word Taehyung lets out an indignant sound and it only makes Ares give him a smug smile.

“I am not a rat, you cracked out Bugs Bunny! You should be grateful that my eomma even saved your sorry ass from being taken away by the cops.”

“Taehyung!” you gasp as you quickly yank his shaggy, morning hair, ignoring his whines of protests and turn to give Ares an apologetic stare. “I am so sorry; please don’t listen to what he says. I don’t know why he’s acting like this, but please feel free to use our bathroom to freshen up while I make us some breakfast. As an apology, Tae will even lend you some of his old clothes.”

Your roommate only gives out a strangled noise of protest, wiggling out of your hold to give you a look of comical betrayal. “Says who?! I don’t want him wearing my clothes! He’ll rub his gross smell all over them!”

Ares is quick to begin walking toward the door of your apartment with a heavy scowl on his lips, clearly not wanting stay with how rude Taehyung was being. “Whatever. I don’t want or need your pity or charity.”

Your heart squeezes painfully and before your mind can catch up, you once again act out impulsively, quickly wrapping your fingers around the muscle on his forearm. Only in doing so it makes you realize that he is in fact, still very much walking in only small shorts and nothing else. You swallow as quietly as you can and clear your throat, noting a bit late that he also hasn’t shaken your hand off of him, but neither has he turned around. Your heart flutters in hope.

“I didn’t help you out of pity,” your words are soft, but firm and you feel him stiffen under your hand, making the words quickly jumble out in a mess to have him understand you. “I know you won’t believe me, but I just couldn’t leave you there while no one came to help you. Especially after…after seeing the fight and how that tigress –”

“You helping me doesn’t change the fact that you paid to see those fights,” the venom in his sudden snarl has your hand leaving his arm as if burned and the stare he gives you over his shoulder has an annoying sting come to your eyes. He only scoffs and carries on. “You think that doing one good thing for a “worthless” hybrid suddenly makes you a saint? Don’t make me laugh.”

So focused on not letting the uninvited tears to fall, you don’t notice Tae getting closer until you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and an almost animalistic growl sounding from right above your head. “She didn’t pay to be there you ungrateful jackass. I was invited to go there and I brought her with me so I wouldn’t go alone. So if I were you I’d stop swimming in the river you cried for yourself and thank y/n for risking her safety to get you out of there.”

The air is stifling as your voice leaves you and has your breath stuck at the base of your throat, too anxious to say anything to break the tension. The moments are far and few in-between when Taehyung gets angry, but times like these remind you that despite being a goofball, he was still very much a nearly a six foot tall, broad shouldered man with some mean ass looking eyebrows. Despite not looking threatened in the least, Ares still regards your friend and roommate with a serious, pensive scowl; body fully turned and chest instinctually puffing out to no doubt assert dominance.

Even in a serious situation such as this, your traitorous eyes fail to stay on the hybrid’s face and instead greedily roam over the bulging muscles with slight awe. Damn was this man giving Chris Hemsworth a run for his money.

“Thanks.”

The growled response has your eyes snapping up in shock to stare at Ares, body flushing in pleasant warmth as he stares back, but at seeing your lips form a small ‘o’ of surprise, he’s quick to look away with a frown. You’d blame the lack of any lights on for the small rosy hue his cheeks have gained.

“Do you have a home to go back to?” That is not what you meant to say and by the strangled noise that leaves Taehyung’s throat, he wasn’t expecting it either, but he knows where that question is going and is unfortunately much too shell-shocked to stop it. From how things went last night, you have a sad intuitive feeling that the male hybrid is homeless and like before, you just couldn’t sit idly on that thought.

The ears on Ares’ head flatten back in apprehension; his eyes once more regarding you, but with a certain guard in them as his confusion shows in his hesitancy. “What’s it to you?”

Someday you’d learn to control your impulsive behavior and stop to think about your decisions before making them. Today was not that day. “You can stay with us if you don’t. Rent won’t be an issue either; Tae and I make enough money to not be living paycheck to paycheck. Even if you just stay until you can find somewhere else, it beats having to hide from hybrid police department.”

The thickness in their air increases as everyone holds their breath, Taehyung dropping his arm from around your shoulders in a defeat he can already see happening and knows is futile in trying to fight it. But with each silent second that ticks by has your heart hammering away at your ribs faster, especially when a flicker of that same vulnerability you witnessed back in the cage last night appears in Ares’ eyes.

“Only until I can find someplace else,” the look is gone and is replaced with a gruff awkwardness as the hybrid nervously picks at his cheek, his voice quieter than before.

A loud grunt of dissatisfaction leaves your friend’s throat as he moves away from you and stomps angrily toward the hallway, throwing a petulant huff under his breath about getting ready for work. You let out your own sigh as the reality of what you just did settles on your skin. You’d have to make Taehyung his favorite foods and desserts on top of playing with his hair until your hand fell off for who knows how long for your hasty decision. Truly, you were on a roll with all the impulsivity, but it was done and you’d need to remind yourself after Taehyung’s shift at the diner to question his unfound hostility toward the hybrid.

For now, however…

“Let’s um, get you some clean clothes for after you shower and in the mean time I can make us some breakfast,” your smile is small and albeit a bit awkward, but it was sincere enough to have the hybrid give a grateful nod in return. “As if it wasn’t obvious by now, my name is y/n and I’m going to go on a wild guess and say Ares isn’t really your actual name?”

“You’d guess correctly,” he avoids your eyes for a few more seconds before he gives in and glances back at you, voice growing soft in newfound timidity. “Jeongguk.”

“Jeongguk,” your tongue rolls around the name easily and so preoccupied you are in trying to pronounce it exactly as he did, you miss the red tint making home on his cheeks again. By the time you look back up at him, it’s nearly gone and his eyes are roaming your apartment for the first time, obviously trying to take it in. “You can use the bathroom in my room for now, since Tae is notorious for taking forever in getting ready. We can go over living arrangements after, kay?”

With a shy nod and an actual tiny smile, Ares – no, Jeongguk – has your stomach fluttering as you quickly show him to where your room is and leave him to shower. Now standing alone in your kitchen, you let out a soft breath as you lean your forehead on the cool countertop, trying your best to wrap your mind around just exactly what occurred in the past 15 hours. With a shake of your head and a few small slaps to your cheeks, you get started on making some breakfast for all three of you while you push any doubts to the back of your head until you can get back to them in the darkness of your room later tonight.

You’d stupidly face the repercussions of your actions when they came, because you knew they would, just not now; but for the present time, you’d simply worry about making sure you had enough strawberries to dump onto Taehyung’s waffles.

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Fangirl Dreams: Domestic Bliss

Summary: Jensen comes back home just as Zac is leaving again. For the next couple of weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) get a glimpse of what life could look like after their show ends. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zac Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2148 A/N #1: The last few paragraphs of this part made me cry when I wrote it. Just a little heads up.  A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) was standing at the airport with her arms securely around Zac’s waist as they waited for his plane. He would be gone for his longest stretch to date. Adding her book tour into the mix and moving back to Vancouver part time made the sadness in her chest unbearable.

“Hey, it will go by fast and we will Facetime all the time.” She looked up at him through her sunglasses seeing he was holding back tears shining in his eyes.

The one thing she loved most about Zac was how much of an empath he was. He always felt what others felt around him and she knew her sadness was overwhelming. “I know. I’m just really going to miss you.”

His flight was announced, and he leaned down kissing her deeply. (Y/N) was in one of her incognito dress ups. One way they could get around the two of them being out in public was for her to wear a wig and sunglasses. Tears slipped down her cheeks as he pulled away from her.

“I love you gorgeous.” He whispered kissing her quickly one final time.

“Love you t-too handsome.” She said watching him walk off towards his security checkpoint.

The ache in her heart whenever one or both of them were going was excruciating. Once she watched him disappear into the crowd (Y/N) made her way to the nearest bathroom. Stepping into one of the stalls she took of her sunglasses and wig. Running her hands through her hair then changing her shirt just in case anyone would happen to make a connection.

(Y/N) waited for Jensen who was flying into Austin from a convention in New Jersey. Her phone buzzed with a text message from Zac. It was a picture of him making a kissy face making her laugh softly. She sent one back to him her heart filling a little better.

Standing at the exit point for all the gates, (Y/N) chatted with some fans who happened to be in Austin checking out the brewery Jensen had opened with some of his closest friends. Thankful they had to leave before Jensen came walking out with the other passengers. He loved his fans but after a convention weekend all he wanted to do was go home and relax.

His arms immediately slipped around her waist picking her up off the ground, “I missed you pretty girl.”

“I missed you too.” She whispered holding him extra tight thankful he was there.

“Did Zac make it out okay?” he asked as they walked to their car.

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah he did. He is off to travel the world on his press tour. I just hope he doesn’t stay up too late with those boys playing video games all night.”

Jensen chuckled as they climbed into the car, “I can’t tell if your worried about his health or jealous you won’t be there to join them.”

She laughed, “I guess a little of both.”

Over the next week, Jensen was on the phone a lot with his manager and the executives of the show. (Y/N) figured they were just talking about the new season coming up. After going to a class at SoulCycle, she came home surprised to find the table set for a candlelight dinner and Jensen in the kitchen cooking.

“What’s all of this?” she asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“Dinner. Go get cleaned up and it should be ready.” He said as she smiled going upstairs.

Just before she stepped into the shower he phone went off seeing it was a Facetime call from Zac. Making sure she was not going to flash anyone she answered the call, “Hey handsome!”

His eyes widen, “Hey yourself gorgeous.”

Looking in the background she realized she was standing next to the mirror giving him a great view of her naked body. “Shit. Hopefully those two boys aren’t around.” She said moving quickly.

“Nope, I’m alone in my hotel room and just wanted to talk with you for a moment. However now I think I just want you to tilt the phone down a little.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Rolling her eyes she smirked standing in front of the mirror again letting him see. “Good god I miss you. Fuck my cock is so hard.”

She knew where he was going with all of this and put a stop to it, “As much as I want to sex it up with you and I do. Jensen is waiting for me downstairs with dinner.”

Zac groaned then sighed heavily, “Fine. Tell Jay to enjoy his dessert later because that is what I’m going to be thinking about for the next few minutes.”

The ache between her legs was overwhelming as she ended her call with Zac. Decided to help him out a little she made a quick little video of herself getting off sending it to him before getting in the shower. When she came downstairs, Jensen face was bright red, and she knew Zac had shared the video with him.

“Screw dinner.” Jensen said picking her up over his shoulder making her squeal as he headed off to the nearest couch in the living room.

The next morning, (Y/N) felt a familiar pressure building deep with her. Peeking her eyes open, she felt Jensen’s hands palming her breasts. Her eyes getting wider seeing his unruly sandy brown hair peeking out from between her legs.

“J-Jensen, oh god…” his teeth grazed against her clit as he looked up smiling.

“Morning.” He said as she smiled down at him.

“Good morning just need a little pussy to get you going?” she asked as he laughed against her slick lips.

Her phone rang as she reached for it showing Jensen who was calling. “Hey handsome, how’s it going?”

Zac looked worn out as he flipped onto his bed, “Good, tired, but good. I just wanted to see your face before I went to bed.”

Jensen chose that moment to push his tongue inside of her making her grunt, “Oh! T-That’s nice.” She was barely able to speak from the assault going on between her legs.

Zac smirked sitting up slightly, “Jensen’s eating you out right now, isn’t it?”

She nodded biting her lip, “Y-Yep.”

She turned the camera towards Jensen letting Zac see Jensen’s head buried into her pussy. “I see you’re having a hearty breakfast.” Zac said as Jensen licked up her slit then smiled.

“You know it.” He said going back to lapping over her clit.

(Y/N) turned the phone back to her seeing Zac’s face scrunched up before saying, “God gorgeous, I wish I was there to taste you. You see my cock right now it’s painfully hard just thinking about tasting you.”

Through her bliss filled mind she had an idea pop into it, “Jensen slow down so I don’t come too soon.”

“What?” both men said together.

She smiled, “Zac take off your clothes.” Her voice was low and husky as realization hit them both.

Jensen sat up slightly pushing two fingers deep within her keeping them still. She looked down to see Zac’s chest and abs then the very tip of his cock resting on his stomach. “What now gorgeous?” he asked his voice filled with desire.

“Let me see it.” She watched as he panned the phone camera down over his long length as she clenched her walls around Jensen’s fingers.

“Fuck Zac, you should feel how tight she just squeezed my fingers inside of her.” He said slowly pumping them in and out of her.

“Handsome, I want you to start stroking yourself slowly. You know how Jensen loves to tease me with slowly steady thrusts. I want you to do that.” She said trying hard to concentrate but losing herself briefly feeling Jensen pull his fingers out and watching Zac stroke himself.

She arched her back as Jensen bottomed out deep within her. “I love watching you when Jensen pushes his cock in you. The way you bit your lip trying to hold in the moan we can hear rumbling in your chest.”

Zac’s voice made her whimper and Jensen began rocking his hips against hers. “Zac go a little a faster and do the thing you always have me do.”

His jaw slacked as she watched his hand slip down his shaft over his sack massaging them gently. “Fuck I love it when you do that.” He groaned.

A small grunt from Jensen brought her attention to him, “God, when she’s taken me completely in her mouth and then starts massaging my balls. Makes me want to come now.” He said thrusting deeply into her.

(Y/N) watched as Zac’s hand went up his shaft again now jerking up and down over it. “Jay pounded into her. Make her come hard.”

She cried out as Jensen did exactly that. Relentlessly, slamming into her as she watch Zac jacking himself off to her cries and moans. “Oh god… fuck Jensen, I-I’m coming!”

The wave of pleasure hitting her had her dropping the phone onto the bed as she heard Zac grunting her name as he made himself come. Jensen hovered over her thrusting hard into her continually chasing after his own release. The angle he was at bringing her close to another orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck Jensen! Oh fuck, keep going! I’m going to come… FUCK!” she yelled out a second orgasm hitting her the same time he bit into her shoulder coming hard deep within her.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes as Jensen picked up the phone showing a very sleepy Zac panting slightly. “As much as we miss you buddy, that was fucking amazing.” Jensen said making them all laugh.

“Too right my friend, too right. Excuse me now, I’m going to go pass out and dream about this. Love you gorgeous. Talk to you all later.” Zac ended the call as (Y/N) and Jensen snuggled into one another.

That afternoon they were lounging around outside by the pool when Jensen handed her a whiskey, “Here you go.”

Looking suspiciously at him she took the drink, “Thanks? A little early for whiskey?” there was something about the look on his face that filled her worry, “Jensen what’s going on?”

He took a deep breath, “Um I’ve kind of made a big decision that affects everyone. It was a hard decision but one that I feel is time for.”

“O-Okay…” she sat up setting her glass down on the table next to her chair with a trembling hand. A thousand thoughts filling her mind instantly that were all worse case scenarios.

Jensen downed his own whiskey, “Jared and I talked at length over the last few conventions. We’ve decided that this next season is going to be our last of Supernatural.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped and instantly tears filled her eyes, “What? Why?” she asked reacting more from a fan point of view than a wife.

He smiled at her pulling her into his lap, “We want more time with our families and to pursue other projects. Seeing Zac succeeding with Shazam sparked something within me that I want to see if I can do a few more things in my career. More importantly though, I want to be with you and him more often. I want us to start a family.”

“We’ve never talked about starting a family. How would that even look for us?” she asked her heart being pulled into opposite directions.

Jensen shrugged, “I don’t know but what I do know is that it’s time. Jared feels it and so do I. It’s going to be rough going back to tell everyone this and then to tell the fans. Shit, it’s breaking my heart to tell you knowing you’re like our number one fan in the world.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Sniffling then looking up at him she smiled, “If this is what you both feel is the right thing then I’m behind you one hundred percent. I’m just…”

More tears starting flowing down her cheeks as Jensen asked, “Just what pretty girl?”

“I’m just going to miss Dean and Sam so much.” A sob tore through her chest as she buried her head into the crook of his neck her body shaking as she cried.

“I-I’m going to miss him too.” He whispered holding her tightly as she felt his own body trembling from the emotions he had been holding back coming out.

When they moved back to Vancouver, Jensen and Jared had a hard first week back letting the rest of the cast and crew know their decision. Just like in all things, the Supernatural family was nothing but supportive and full of love for the two men who lead them on this great journey.  

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Better Than Him

Reader x Choi Minho | Smut | Requested

Anonymous: “ Hey, I wanted to request a Minho scenario, that’s angst and leads to smut. Maybe they’re fighting but it ends up leading to make up sex🤗 “

Word Count: 3003

Warnings! NSFW, unprotected sex, teasing, jealousy, competitive Minho, slightly dominant Minho, aggressive Minho, Minho being hot and soft. ... Choi Minho.

A/N: Sorry this turned into more of jealous Minho trying to show off -sex, but I hope that’s okay. They make up in the end so, I think we could count this as a make up sex though.

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“Who was that guy?” Minho finally asked with a tone that sounded normal enough. You didn't pay too much attention to it.

   ”My ex", you replied without thinking.

 �� What a mistake it was to tell him, you thought. But you hadn’t expected him to lash on to you like he did. He wasn’t usually that jealous, mostly he just got very touchy and pouty. But this time, he was interrogating you on why you still had your ex in your contacts, or why were you talking to him in the first place.

   “We are still friends!” you announced loud.

   “But why??” Minho asked back. “He is your ex-boyfriend!”

   “So?” You rolled your eyes. “He is like my best friend, you know this.”

   “Yes, and that’s weird”, Minho replied. “You even say you still love him.”

   “Oh my god, Minho!” You walked away from the kitchen, stomping your feet on the floor. Why was he like this? This wasn't how he usually acted.

   ”Hey, I wasn't finished!” Minho followed you as you went to the bedroom.

   You tried to shut the door, but Minho was too fast and got in with you. You groaned.

   ”You're impossible!” you raised your voice.

   ”You're the one getting mad!”, Minho said back.

   ”Me??” Now you were actually getting angry. ”You're the one making a big deal out of me still being friends with my ex!”

   ”I'm sorry I don't like the idea of you being buddies with someone you used to sleep with", he said.

   ”I hate you", you then replied, without thinking. ”Maybe he was just a better lover!”

   Minho didn't say anything after. He just stared at you intensely. Even with that intense look, you could see a few things spark in his eyes. He looked hurt but also determined. You had just realized what you had said.

   You two stared at each other in silence for a minute. There was such tension between you two, but you wanted to make it right.

   ”Minho, I'm sorry-" But you were interrupted by Minho's lips crashing onto yours. You were taken by surprise on how passionate and rough he was. You almost forgot to kiss him back because of how his hands grabbed your body, going to your neck and your shoulders down to your sides. You let out a moan in his mouth, and you could feel him smirk slightly.

   It happened all so fast, your reflexes couldn’t keep up. Minho slid his hands under your shirt, pulling the clothing up above your chest. He cupped your breasts through your bra with his large hands squeezing quite roughly. You blushed, while Minho’s lips still were on yours, slowly lifting your arms in hope that he would pull your shirt off completely. Minho seemed to take the hint as he pulled back, grabbing the fabric and pulling it above your head.

   He tossed the shirt somewhere on the floor and before you could look at him properly, he pushed you down to the large bed that was behind you. You hit the mattress and the whole bed shook from the impact.

   Minho had never been this rough, not even when you had specifically asked him. He was always even a little bit careful and soft, but this time it seemed he was ready to pound in you so hard you couldn’t walk at all the next day. And perhaps the embarrassing thing, you were very excited.

   You looked up at Minho who was towering in front of you. He swiftly pulled his own shirt through his arms and dropped it on the floor, revealing his delicious tanned abs. You wanted to touch them, feel his skin on the tip of your fingers. Minho however quickly proceeded to take off your pants, and as expected, he did it fast and hard. He almost pulled your panties with them, which would’ve been unfortunate for him, because he loved taking your underwear off the very last moment.

   He crawled on top of you, stretching his neck slowly. He looked like an animal ready to eat on his prey. You swallowed, looking at his hot figure. He looked at you, into your eyes. His eyes were dark and filled with lust. Your heart started pounding faster and louder, and it was a feeling you could only focus for now.

   Minho leaned down and attached his lips to your neck, making you move your head to the side and close your eyes. He kissed it a few times until he found your sweet spot, and sucked on it harshly. You couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth. He kept sucking on your skin until he was sure that he had left a mark. He decided to kiss and suck on another spot on your neck, leaving another love bite. They were in a very visible spot, intentional for sure.

   Minho’s large hand moved down to your stomach, to your thigh. Like a reflex, you opened your legs a little and his hand slid in at that very second. He rubbed you through your panties, which were nearly soaking already. Minho let out an amused chuckle, pulling back as he looked at you again.

   “You’re so wet for me, babe”, he said with a somewhat raspy voice.

   Your cheeks heated up. Minho slowly rubbed you through the fabric between your legs, until he sneakily slid his hand inside your underwear, gently feeling his fingers between your folds. You gasped silently, trying to squeeze your thighs together, but it just made it worse. Minho teased your entrance, pressing at it slowly so that it felt like his finger was going in, but it didn’t.

   “Minho… please…” you whined softly.

   Minho chuckled again, but he kept teasing you. He loved it when you had to beg for him, knowing you wanted him. You liked to pretend that you didn’t really need him, that you could resist him. But the moment he did those things that drove you crazy, it was all over for you.

   He took his hand away, much to your disappointment, moving both behind you to unhook your bra. He swiftly pulled them off, tossing the thing behind him to the floor next to other clothes. You felt the cold air that made your nipples harden. Minho cupped your breasts with his palms, leaning down to kiss you with passion. You felt his pants rub against your skin, and oh how much you wished the clothing would go away.

   You hooked your fingers in the waistband, tugging on it while Minho was too busy kissing and caressing you. You unbuttoned and unzipped him, trying to pull his pants down a little. Your hand slid in and your fingertips brushed at his very noticeable growing bulge. Minho reacted by moaning lightly against your lips.

   He pulled back once again, grinning down at you. He stepped off and pulled his pants down with his underwear. You watched as his manhood popped out since the clothing that was covering it was down on the floor. It stood up, already hard. You swallowed, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second. You simply wanted him inside you, it was all you could think about. It seemed like Minho had read your mind, because he smirked, leaned down and hooked his fingers in your panties, pulling them down very slowly.

   When they were at your ankles, he roughly pulled the fabric, throwing the clothing to the other side of the bedroom. You hope they didn’t tear as they were your favorite ones, but then again, did it really matter? Minho put his hands at your inner thighs, opening your legs wide. You licked your lips, watching as Minho felt your skin.

   He looked at you, your folds all open for him. His smirk widened as he watched your wetness. You waited for Minho to do something, anything, your lower body feeling like it was on fire. You ached him to touch you, taste you or feel you. Minho didn’t speak as he dove down, getting closer to your crotch.

   “You look nice and wet”, he commented. “All for me.”

   At that moment, he brought his long fingers at your entrance and without a warning, he pushes them in. They slid in so easily, which embarrassed you a little bit. You were so turned on already, and he hadn’t even done much. That was the power Choi Minho had on you.

   Minho grinned amusingly. “Looks like we don’t even have to use lube.”

   You glared in his direction. If you weren’t as turned on, you would’ve kicked that grin off of his face. But, at the moment you just wanted him to stop teasing. You knew if you would do anything to protest, he would just tease you all night, that meanie.

   Minho then moved his fingers in and out of you with a slower pace, carefully looking at you. You gasped very softly, closing your eyes. It seemed to be the right reaction, as Minho pressed his fingers against your sensitive spot, making you gasp louder. He rubbed his fingers against that area, adding more pressure with each movement. You bit your lip, feeling already very good.

   “You like that, don’t you?” Minho spoke with a lustful, yet proud tone.

   You could only respond with a soft moan. Minho then moved his face closer to your folds, still keeping on fingering you. He kissed your very sensitive clit once before he moved on to suck on it. Your eyes opened wide from the sudden contact, and your mouth open to leave out a louder noise, it was like a mix between a moan and a gasp. Minho didn’t stop giving attention to your lower half as he worked with his fingers inside you and his lips around your clit.

   “Minho!” you yelped.

   He didn’t stop, if anything, you moaning out his name made him want to please you more like this. He moved his finger faster, pressing against your g-spot and he sucked harder at your slightly swollen clit. You could feel a wave of warm starting to form, if he would keep going, you would come all over his face.

   “M-Minho please…!” you tried to speak through your erratic breathing. “You know I’m sensitive!”

   You could feel as Minho chuckled against you, but quickly after he leaned away. He stopped his fingers but kept them inside you as he raised his head and looked up at you. He stared at you without blinking as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, standing up. He licked his fingers clean from your juices, grinning as he did so.

   “Then babe”, he spoke with a low voice. “Would you like me to get inside you?”

   There was that question. Your mind was screaming “yes” like your life depended on it, but no sound came out as you stared at the tall man. He looked so hot standing there in all of his naked glory. You could see all of him, his arms, his abs, his legs, his hardness. You nodded your head as no sound still came out of you and Minho knew what you really wanted.

   He nodded his head once, crawled back on top of you and pushed your legs open more as he tried to settle in between you. You felt as his finger touched your entrance before you then felt his tip poke at you. He guided himself between you, ready to take you. Of course, he was still a tease.

   “Minho…” you said with a soft voice.

   “Yes, babe?” Minho asked, his face just inches from yours.

   “Please…”

   “Please what?”

   You took a deep breath, “Please just fuck me already!”

   Minho smiled. “Since you asked so nicely~”

   Not even a few seconds and Minho had pushed his hips at you, his length filling you slowly. You opened your mouth as the feeling being filled hit you. He slid in quite easily since you were so turned on, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel his every move. He fit you perfectly.

   You gasped when he was fully inside you. Minho leaned down to kiss you while he started thrusting. His pace was quite fast, probably due to him being really horny himself. Not that you complained, you had quite enough of his teasing. He slammed his hips at you repeatedly, making you and the bed shake.

   He sloppily kissed you, making all of your moans drown against his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, but it didn’t help you from rubbing against the mattress as Minho took you hard. He was usually more tender, even when he was being dominant and teasing, but this time he didn’t hold back. And as much as you hated to admit, you loved every second of it.

   Minho leaned away, panting, then attached his lips on your neck, sucking a new spot he found. You really couldn’t help your moans. His thrusts were precise and rough, seemingly hitting you at all the right places. What a great lover he was, no questions about it.

   As he picked up his pace, you grabbed his soft hair, tugging on it. Minho growled lightly, looking at you with lust filling his eyes. He looked so hot that you felt a burning feeling between your legs. Surely, you would sooner reach your climax that you had expected.

   Minho looked at you in your eyes, not even flinching as his hips moved fast. You felt your cheeks heat up as well, your mouth open as you gasped and moaned. And then there it was that grin. He grinned at you while he looked at you, his eyes shifting all over you where he could see, worshipping you with his eyes.

   “You look so sexy”, he said between his heavy breathing.

   You couldn’t reply quick enough, due to Minho pounding you like no tomorrow, but also as he leaned back, pulling your legs so they rested on his shoulders. Your position moved ever so slightly, but it was enough to make sure that Minho hit your most sensitive area with each of his thrust.

   He slowed down a little, but instead hit you much harder, making you cry out his name. He spoke to you, calling you hot, beautiful and making sure you knew just how your noises made him feel. You wouldn’t last for long, you knew it and he knew it. You threw your head back against the pillow while your back rubbed against the bed with each of Minho’s move.

   “Minho-!” you screamed. “I’m-“

   “I know”, he said.

   He brought his large hand to your clit, rubbing it with his fingers vigorously. That was it, your doom. It didn’t take him that much until you felt a rising wave growing from your bottom half. Minho’s skilled hands and hips together were driving you quickly on the edge. His thrusts started to get sloppier, but he still tried everything within him to make you orgasm first.

  And oh, you did.

   Your eyes shot open when the wave grew greater, eventually reaching all of your body when you reached your high. You moaned in an erratic way, Minho’s name mixed somewhere in there. That’s when he knew to take his hand away and just focus on his own climax.

   It didn’t take him long as he slammed himself in you one last time, his whole body shaking above you. The noise he left was the sexiest thing ever when he came. It was a soft, but husky moan. You looked at him as he pulled his head back, stretching his neck so you could see all his veins. He looked so unrealistically sexy.

   He rode out his orgasm slowly until he just let himself fall on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You tried to catch your breath, carefully wrapping your arms around his sweaty torso. You felt his heartbeat.

   After some time of trying to calm himself, Minho then stood slightly just so he could see your face. The lust was all gone, and in its place were his kind and loving eyes. He smiled softly, and you felt a warm fuzzy feeling in you. How did he do it? He could make you hot and then soft in seconds.

   “I love you”, he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours.

   “I…” You were a little taken aback by his sudden softness, but tried your best to function. “I love you too.”

   Then he smiled wide, like a little kid. He looked embarrassed, and his sight sifted from you to, well, everywhere else. He awkwardly pulled himself out of you, rolling to lay next to you on the bed. You stared up at the ceiling. This moment was perfect.

   “I’m sorry I got jealous”, Minho apologized. “I was being unfair...”

   “I forgive you”, you replied. “I didn’t mean when I said... what I said.”

   Minho didn’t say anything yet, and you two looked up to the ceiling, perfectly in silence.

   But it was quickly cut by Minho, “Well?”

   You turned your head to look at him and were met by his face just there next to you. Your cheeks were so hot again. “What?”

   “Was he a better lover?” Minho asked.

   Oh my god, you thought. You couldn’t believe him. You lightly hit his arm and pouted and Minho just chuckled. You rolled your eyes and looked back at the ceiling.

   You felt as Minho’s one arm wrapped around you, and he nuzzled against you. You sighed. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

   “No, Minho”, you admitted. “You’re better than him.”

   Minho let out a soft “yay” and kissed your cheek. Why was he like this? One moment he is the sexiest creature ever and the next a cutest little boy. You pouted more while your man simply cuddled onto you.

   But honestly, both of you had already pretty much forgotten why you ended like that anyway.

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