#♞ {Mutuals Only}

[proofwhisky]

please like this post if i have you on discord and you want to plot. if i don't have you on discord and we're mutuals, and you still want to plot, add me @gami_sama and tell me ur pseud/url!

[corferox]

watching an hour long trailer analysis video soooo starter call in the meanwhile ? :>

[nos7evin]

still gotta figure out icons but here's some tags !

[darkmissionary]

Send me a ✎ (or ‘Pencil’) and I will draw a bust shot of your muse.

[rodolfoparras]

RODOLFOPARRAS MASTERLIST

MDNI 18+

♚ Top Male reader ♔ Bottom Male Reader 🎲 Gender Neutral Reader ♞, verse male reader

🎲 ♚ GN but suitable for top male reader 🎲 ♔ GN but suitable for bottom male reader 🎲 ♞ GN but suitable for a verse male reader

HEADCANONS

Old Man! Price | i,ii,iii ♚

CONTENT TAGS: ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION, MASTURBATION, AUTHORITY KINK, CORRUPTION KINK, SEX TOYS, EXHIBITIONISM, ROLEPLAY, JEALOUSY, RIDING, BLOWJOBS, HUMILATION, MIRROR SEX, OVERSTIMULATION, POSSESSIVENESS, ANGRY SEX, RIMMING

Price in relationships and friendships | x 🎲

DRABBLES

In which Price cheats on his wife i, ii, iii, iii

In which Price really wants to kiss you under the mistletoe x

In which you have a handful of piercings and Price likes it x 🎲

In which you and Price get handsy during a meeting x ♔ ♚

In which Price has a handful of piercings and you like it x ♚ ♔

In which you attempt to baby trap Price x ♚

In which Price tells you about his type x ♚

In which Price is a bit of a pervert i,ii,iii ♚

In which Price teaches you how to dance x

In which Price is known for being the captain that pick up strays and you’re one of them x

In which Price has a crush on you x ♚

In which you get to spoon w/ Price x ♚

In which Price only ever refers to you by your real name x

In which Price apologizes after a fight x ♚

In which Price has one or few faded tattoos x ♚ ♔

SPITBALLS

What it would be like.. to care for Price x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: DOM!MALE READER, SUB!PRICE

What it would be like…riding Price x | ♔

CONTENT TAGS: DOM!PRICE, SUB!MALE READER, RIDING

What it would be like… to have a Mentor/ Mentee relationship w/ Price x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: AGE GAP, POWER DYNAMICS, MENTIONS OF ANAL SEX

What it would be like… if Price were to have a possessiveness kink x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: POSSESSIVENESS KINK, ANAL SEX, GAGS

What it would be like.. to have Price on leave x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: CHUBBY!PRICE, ANAL SEX

What it would be like…Price w/ a piss kink…x | ♚ ♔

CONTENT TAGS: WATERSPORTS

What it would be like.. Price is your first love but you aren’t his..x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING, PINING, UNREQUITED REQUITED LOVE, PREVIOUS NIKOLAI X PRICE

What it would be like…Price making you jealous x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: POSSESSIVENESS, ROUGH SEX

What it would be like… breeding kink w/ Price…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK

What it would be like… Price w/ a mommy kink…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MOMMY KINK

What it would be like… being in a zombie apocalypse w/ Price…x

CONTENT TAGS: MAJOR CHARACTER 💀

What it would be like… Price referring to you as his wife…x

CONTENT TAGS: FLUFF

What it would be like…Price who likes to dress more feminine…x

CONTENT TAGS: FLUFF

What it would be like… when Price is jealous…x

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUSY

What it would be like…Price crushing on another captain…x

CONTENT TAGS: FLUFF

What it would be like… bear shifter!Price… x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SUGGESTIVE

What it would be like…dragon!Price..i,ii

CONTENT TAGS: SUGGESTIVE, DOM!PRICE

What it would be like…sugar baby!Price…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SUGGESTIVE, AGE GAP, POWER DYNAMICS

What it would be like… Price w/ a tramp stamp…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: DRY HUMPING, SUB!PRICE

What it would be like…barrack bunny!Price…x | ♚ ♔

CONTENT TAGS: THREESOME, SUB!PRICE

What it would be like…comforting Price after a tough mission…x

CONTENT TAGS: FLUFF

What it would be like….sub top!Price…x| ♔

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION, EDGING, TOYS, RIDING, COCKWARMING

What it would be like… Price who’s never bottomed before…i,ii | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: PERVERT! PRICE

What it would be like…Price riding your face for the first time x

CONTENT TAGS: DRUNK SEX, CONSENSUAL SEX, ORAL SEX

What it would be like…mutual pining w/ Price..x

CONTENT TAGS: FLUFF

What it would be like… retired!Price…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MASTURBATION, SUB!PRICE

What it would be like…Price w/ feisty reader… x ♔ ♚

CONTENT TAGS: STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS, MUTUAL PINING, SUGGESTIVE

What it would be like…sex w/ chubby!Price…x

CONTENT TAGS: CHUBBY!PRICE, ORAL SEX

What it would be like… dombot!Price..x, y , z| ♚

CONTENT TAGS: DOM!PRICE, TOYS, CUCKHOLDING

What it would be like… chubby!Price w/ a small cock feeling a bit insecure…x | ♔ ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SUGGESTIVE, BODY IMAGE ISSUES

What it would be like…playing with Price’s pecs x | ♔ ♚

CONTENT TAGS: FONDLING

SERIES

Thinking about…

Thinking about Price on deployment x | ♔ ♚

Thinking about Price being a big fan of terms of endearment x | ♔

Thinking about porn star Price x | ♚

Thinking about Price having a rather hefty ring collection x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about having mundane conversations w/ Price while in rather compromising positions w/ him x | ♔, 🎲

Thinking about Price who likes to keep his private life and professional life separated x | ♞, 🎲

Thinking about Price giving up control in the bedroom x, xx | ♞, 🎲

Thinking about Price finding pleasure in pain x| ♞, 🎲

Thinking about Price and the kinks he likes to indulge in i, ii | ♚

Thinking about Price and all the ways you can comfort him i,ii | ♚

Thinking about Price and all the ways you can be intimate x | 🎲

Thinking about different types of kisses with Price x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Smoke sprite x

In which Price teaches you how to smoke cigars among other things | ♔

Captain’s boy x

Price doesn’t play favorites at least that’s what he says. However there’s no denying that he got a soft spot for you and everyone knows it | ♔

Good Ol’ Days x

In which you find out that Price used to be a barrack bunny | ♚

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: canon divergence, Theo is part of the Ito pack, mutual pining, minor Malia/Stiles ♞Words: 2505 ♞Bad Things Happen Bingo - Blackmail ♞ao3

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begin again

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See, blackmail is something he expects from people like Theo and Peter, and Deucalion, maybe even Jackson on some special occasions. He didn’t exactly expect Malia to be the one to hold his secrets over his head to force him back into a relationship with her. After their breakup, after Theo and Lydia remember him, after a month-long and very awkward relationship with the latter, and Stiles leaving for Quantico — after all the signs proving that they’re just not meant to be, she decided that they are and that she would ruin his life if he disagreed. The threat alone wouldn’t have made Stiles agree to come back. 

It’s the fact that she could very much ruin his life if she so chooses.  

She knows everything about the nogitsune, how Stiles feels about it, the nightmares and memories, the things a human should not be able to do, and worst of all, the things he craves. 

So, Stiles will have to play out her little fantasy until she’s either ready to move on or he found a way out of this mess. 

Not that he can do anything about that right now. Although part of him hopes Malia will attach herself to one of the werewolves blatantly hitting on her. That’s what all these werewolf conventions are for, aren’t they? Politics and mating — or mating for politics. 

“You look as bored as I feel.” Theo collapses into a chair next to him, tugging on his tie. 

Stiles huffs out a breath. “I’ve been fighting the urge to pull a fire alarm for almost an hour now.” 

“Is that why you don’t move?”

“If I get up I can’t guarantee anything.” Stiles glances around the room, watching werewolves mingle, watching some looking back at him. “Besides, I don’t think I’m particularly welcome here.” Kira decided not to participate from the very beginning. A fox amid hundreds of wolves probably isn’t a good idea. Stiles tried to tell Malia that it’s more than likely the same applies to him. Naturally, she didn’t listen and dragged him here. If he trusted Theo and his motives a little more, he’d ask whether it’s obvious or not. As it is, he should probably keep that to himself. One person blackmailing him is more than enough. 

Theo crosses his arms on the table. “Your scent doesn’t match any of the packs here. It makes them nervous.” At least it’s not the fox thing. “The rumors going around probably don’t help either.” 

That’s not something Stiles wants to hear. “Rumors?” he echoes regardless, trying his very best to sound nonchalant. “What type of rumors about a human could possibly be concerning for werewolves?” Because it would be perfect if they stopped floating around. The only thing more worrying than being an outsider in the middle of a bunch of werewolves is being an outsider who makes said bunch nervous. Conventions like these aren’t always peaceful. More often than not, fighting breaks out. Stiles would prefer not to be in the middle of it. 

Theo’s gaze sweeps across the room, narrowing only slightly before he turns back to him. “It’s about what you’ve survived,” he says and, leaning closer, he adds, “what you might have become of it.” 

Stiles stares at him and clenches his teeth. If he says a single word, he might out himself. Other than Malia, Theo is the only person who knows what may have become of him. Maybe Theo is the only one who really knows him — even the parts Stiles is hiding from himself. 

“Kira is one thing, but you, Void?” 

Stiles slams his hands on the table. “Is that a threat? Are you seriously threatening me?” 

“No.” Theo doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the outbreak. He never is. For someone with a short temper, Theo has always proven to be very patient with him. “It’s a warning.” His gaze flicks back into the crowd. “Maybe you should get better friends because the ones you have are dropping subtle hints about what you are.”

Tensing visibly, Stiles narrows his eyes at Theo. “Malia probably doesn’t know any better.” The words are no sooner out of his mouth when he questions himself why he even defends her. She’s blackmailing him. She is actively fucking him over, and yet, here he is, protecting her image from Theo’s accusations. 

Theo barks out a laugh, humorless and dangerous and perfect in every way possible. With a smile as dangerous as his laugh, Theo leans even closer. His breath brushes over Stiles’ cheek and chin, like ghostly fingertips tickling all those buried feeling back to the surface. “Do you really think,” he whispers, placing his hand on Stiles’ thigh, just high enough to be considered intimate, “that Malia is smart enough to blackmail anyone? Let alone you?” Theo leans even closer, pressing his mouth against the shell of Stiles’ ear. His hand moves higher, crossing lines and boundaries he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near. But Theo doesn’t care. He never cared. Instead, he places his free hand on the side of his neck. “Let alone you, Void?”

Stiles pulls back so fast he almost slips off the chair. “Do not—“ he bites out and grabs Theo’s hand, not pulling it away, just holding them in place “— call me that.” 

Theo’s smile only widens. “How do you think Malia knows about the video Agent McCall keeps hiding to protect you?” 

Stiles can feel his blood run cold. This was supposed to be a secret only Stiles, Rafael, his dad and Scott know about. That footage will put him in prison faster than anything else ever could. There’s no convincing anybody that the person on the tape is a thousand-year-old fox demon wearing his face. Stiles thought it was destroyed, but if Theo’s telling the truth then— he furrows his brows. Wait. “How do you know about that?” 

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Theo squeezes his leg and gets to his feet. “If you come to your senses, Satomi always has a place for strays.” He nods toward the other direction of the room and leaves. 

Heart pounding in his chest, Stiles watches him walk away. He’s probably more than aware of the damage he just caused. As per usual, Theo dug his fingers into all of Stiles’ biggest insecurities and tore him apart. The blackmail, his being a nogitsune, the friendship with Scott, and his feelings for the chimera. Theo knows him better than anyone, that’s why he can hurt him so much. But Theo also understands that Stiles needs this pain to start helping himself or accept another person’s help. 

Stiles pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and heads in a different direction. If anyone can get rid of this video footage, it’s Melissa — and the best person to talk to her is his father. 

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The good thing about his father dating Melissa is that they’re basically attached at the hip, so Stiles does not have to worry about his dad being alone again. Stiles could also hear the beginning of what would undeniably become a rather uncomfortable conversation for Rafael. The footage most likely will be deleted before the day is over. 

The bad thing about his dad and Melissa dating is that they will end up in the crossfire of what’s going to be the end of Scott-and-Stiles, no matter how much they’ll try to keep them out of it. When Stiles told them about the blackmail, Melissa was sure there had to be a good reason or a misunderstanding. Stiles is sure Scott thinks he has a good reason, but it’s not a misunderstanding. 

Stiles pushes his phone back into his pocket and returns to the main hall. He’s not going to stay long, all he’s wanting to do is briefly talk to Satomi. To be fair, he’s not sure if he actually wants to join her pack, but he’d at least would like to talk to her about what’s going on with him before she hears it from anybody else. He’d also like to talk to Theo again. Maybe. He doesn’t know. 

“Hey.” Malia appears in front of him, stopping Stiles in his tracks, “where have you been?”

Although it’s really none of her business — now even less than before — Stiles decides to tell her. He’s going to leave anyway. She might as well know why. “I was talking to my dad,” he explains and crosses his arms over his chest. 

She furrows her brows. “Where are you going now?”

“Satomi.” Stiles nods in the direction of her table, watching as Brett beckons Theo over. 

Seeing him is probably what tips her off. Despite everything, their non-existent relationship wasn’t entirely a secret. People picked up on something between them. Malia noticed it too. “If you go over there—“

“Then what?” Stiles snaps his gaze back to Malia. “You’ll ruin my life?” The only person he was worried about knowing the truth about him already knows everything, and Scott turns around to blackmail him with it. Stiles should have never returned to the McCall pack. He was better off on his own. It certainly would have spared him a lot of pain and heartbreak. 

Malia flashes her eyes. Once again, control is slipping through her fingers. It’s nothing new. She’s never been trained well. The only time she stayed mostly in control was when Stiles acted as her anchor. Maybe that’s why Scott wanted Stiles to date her again. It makes life easier for him. “You can’t do that. I’m going to tell everyone the truth about you.” 

“Awesome, and while you’re at it,” Stiles says in a low voice, “tell Scott Melissa wants to talk to him. She didn’t sound particularly happy about the whole blackmail thing.” Smiling at her, Stiles turns on his heels and walks away. He’ll quickly talk to Satomi then he’s going to leave. Simple as that. He’s over all of this bullshit. 

“I’m pretty sure,” Malia calls, her voice trembling noticeably, “the people here would like to know a fox is hiding in their midst.” 

Although everything in him wants to stop and turn around, he forces himself to keep walking. If he pretends she isn’t talking to him, he might make it out of the room before the others are putting everything together — if they even care. It’s hard to tell with werewolves. There might be a lot who are just like Satomi and don’t care about foxes. There might be a lot of other wolves who consider the complete opposite. He works his fingers through his hair and catches sight of Satomi getting to her feet. The rest of her pack follows. Well, everyone but Theo, who is already right in front of him. 

Smiling softly, Theo places a jacket around his shoulders. “Hey babe,” he says in a low voice, “let’s head out.” 

Stiles narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?” He wants to brush off the jacket, but Theo keeps it firmly in place by grabbing his upper arms. 

“I said let’s head out.” Still smiling, Theo places a hand on the small of Stiles’ back in an attempt to move him. The hand around his right arm tightens a little. 

“No.”

Surprisingly, the smile does not slip from Theo’s features. Instead, he leans closer, pressing his mouth against the shell of Stiles’ ear again. “If you don’t want me,” he whispers, and it’s the most threatening tone Theo has ever used on him, “to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, I recommend you come with me.” Gently tugging on the jacket, Theo stands back again. 

Stiles wants to smack him. Hard. He curls his fingers into tight fists. 

Theo’s hand slides down to his wrist, and he tugs him closer. His smile turns sharper. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Grinding his teeth, Stiles glances over Theo’s shoulder. Oh, but he wants to. So desperately. Because it’s easier than leaning into the other boy. However, people are watching. Most packs wouldn’t dare to make a move on someone from Satomi’s pack whether she’s in the room or not, but the chance is not zero. Not at all. Theo, as of right now, is his shield and most likely the only person standing between him and being pounced on by a werewolf who thinks he’s sneaked into his place. Theo is putting himself at risk. 

Stiles licks his lips. “Why are you doing this?” The last time Theo protected him, the whole thing was a setup. Theo used killing Josh to blackmail him. “You don’t care.” He wants something from him… unless he’s doing it for Satomi. 

Furrowing his brows, Theo pulls back. For what it’s worth, he looks actually offended at the statement. “Of course, I care.” 

“No, you don’t, and don’t give me that—“

Theo leans closer. This time, he’s not aiming to whisper in his ear. His warm breath brushes over Stiles’ cheek. It smells sweet like the stupid white wine Theo’s been drinking all evening. Gently, Theo nudges their noses together. The simple gesture feels too intimate to move, to breathe. 

And then Theo kisses him. His lips are gliding against Stiles’, one hand cupping his jaw, the other pulling him closer. He’s kissing him, and his eyes are closed. He’s kissing him, and Stiles’ heart sings. 

He wraps his arms around Theo’s waist, curling his fingers into the soft shirt. He’s holding on a little tighter than he needs to, but now that he has Theo exactly where he’s wanted him for years, the thought of letting go again makes his stomach turn. 

The jacket slides from his shoulder, but Theo catches it with ease. His lips curl into a smile against Stiles’. When he wraps the jacket around him again, he uses it to pull him closer. His chuckle ripples through Stiles’ body, making him shudder, and press closer to Theo. 

“Now that I’ve proved my point,” Theo whispers against his lips, “we’re going to make our exit.” 

Stiles shakes his head, but he can’t help but laugh. “You’re a jerk, you know that?” 

Theo hums. His fingertips run down Stiles’ arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You love it.” With a small grin, he intertwines their fingers. “You look good in my jacket.” He slips an arm around his waist, pulling him to his side. When he leads him towards the exit this time, Stiles doesn’t even think about fighting it. 

“Looks like I have a habit of dating people ready to blackmail me.” Stiles glances at Theo out of the corner of his eyes. 

“I’m a changed person.” 

“Right.” Stiles bites back a smile. 

Theo pinches his side. “Careful,” he whispers into his ear again, probably highly aware of the goosebumps he causes, “I can still be vengeful, little fox.”

Stiles smiles and glances over his shoulder, spotting Malia and Scott standing side by side, watching them walk away. “Good.” Stiles turns to look at Theo, now smirking. “I’m counting on it.” 

[arxival]

| 권미영: future glory eden miyeong kwon

abstract

♞ wait till you hear about this next nominee: KWON MI-YEONG. they’re a FOURTH year BACHELOR OF COMPUTER SCIENCE student and FORMER IMO PARTICIPANT — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be an EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF R&D AT THE SH GROUP, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round. ⸻ ♔

i. introduction

hiya, coco (dm for dc) here with eden kwon miyeong. there's a run down of her below but you can also see her profile and bio for a faster view. if you'd like me to pop my ims please like this post and i'll be right there

ii. background

miyeong is a chronic sufferer of eldest daughter syndrome, resting bitch face, and delusions of being a self made entrepeneur

there is some merit to that, being the sidelined child by simple virtue of being born a woman, despite being the eldest and most gifted, capable, experienced (not to mention determined) of her siblings

her dad (with the support of her mom's political pedigree) operates a tech empire in the world of enterprise and consumer saas, as well as search engines and cloud

her parents wanted a boy and made no secret of it: the moment the oldest of her younger brothers was born, she was shipped off to boarding school in america: out of sight, out of mind

never was she gifted any support, so she very much has the delusions of believing herself to be entirely self made, private feeder boarding school educated and all

stuffTM happens and she's forcibly pushed back into the family... only to guide her (utterly hopeless) brother into what she sees as her rightful inheritance

iii. model architecture

she's deeply proud, mildly delusional and hella hardworking

pulls no punches, if she wants something she will do everything in her power to get it and admires others who share that similar drive

nice but not kind, sees people as a means to an end

heavily holds her grudges but is quite generous to her benefactors

easily jealous of other's perceived ease of success

iv. training

with her family being in no way reliable, miyeong sees the king's club as a way to carve her own path as her support network to use

between her academics and extracurricular sports, she's perpetually occupied, but if anything, it's that she has not enough time that makes her a force to be reckoned with: scarily efficient and sparing no second thoughts on anything that stands in her way

with that in mind, she disdains anyone she sees as just coasting off

money she can earn, health she can work, but time she cannot buy

"fuck off", "I don't have time for this shit" are her signature phrases

v. results

after graduating, miyeong went straight into industry and into the history books as one of a landmark ai research paper's authors

she later formed an ai startup with one of her co-authors, two years after their exit she sold the company to the sh group and was parachuted in as the director for ai research, their youngest one yet

since then, she's been a rising star within the group and is a seen as a favorite heir by analysts, the head of research position all but secured within the next year

not just in korea, she's at the forefront of her field in the world, her work already eroding the kwon empire's steady position

vi. conclusion

someone she learns to begrudgingly respect

someone she consistently disdains and thus demeans

"someday you will be begging for my help" antagonistic dynamics

uneasy work relationships of mutual, dislike-fulled, benefit

she's a math god, your muse is not, what could go wrong w tutoring (spoiler alert: lots and lots of frustrated tears)

[technodromes]

♞ Starter Call ♞

Heya! Like/Comment** on this post for an unplotted multi-para starter with Kraang Subprime. If you are a multimuse as well, specify in your comment for which muse the starter is for and/or which verse you would like. If you just like this starter call, I will make any choices myself.

Verses that are currently available;

V: Kraang Subprime (default) Generic verse for Subprime. Plot and Canon may vary, but usually I write him post series, assuming he survived (which is not much of a stretch, seeing how this guy survived a lot in the past)  V: Enter the Technodrome I prioritize the 2012 lore for characters and plots, but they are also heavily inspired by the 1987 iteration (especially Krang & Shredder) or IDW (Bebop & Rocksteady). The characters may enter your muse’s world or the other way around. That verse leaves a lot of room for plots here. Both parties are able to stay in their own canon and get to meet each other that way. (Includes Cameos of Krang, Shredder, Bishop and Bebop & Rocksteady) V: Kraang Spy For plots around Subprime using his android body. Usually, he uses Irma, or an updated version of her, but his appearance may differ plot individually if discussed beforehand. V: Knight This is Subprime from an alternate dimension. He still refers to himself as Knight and in quite a twist, he attempts to take revenge for his fallen Council camerades. In this verse, Kraang Prime killed the Queen, Bishop, Rook, and Pawn and destroyed their base while Knight was absent. He then seemingly joins the Kraang like his original version but actually plans to destroy Prime’s base from within.

** Since people can't read rules and I'm growing tired of it: I write with RP blogs & mutuals only! If I don't follow you back or you're no RP blog, please DON'T interact with this post or I'll block you right away.

[brightblessed-aa]

// but also if you guys wanna chat about the new patch, our ocs, plot, or talk about the potential evil au (or any aus for plotting reasons since i do need more variant on verses and threads), my discord is topaz#2296. feel free to add me and we can plot while i try to sleep before work lmao.

[wonjns]

WAIT WHAT IF FROTTING WITH ANY HYUNG LINE MEMBER? THAT WOULD BE HOT AF

° Frotting w/ Enhypen Hyung Line

pairing; enhypen hyung line x male reader

includes; mutual masturbation (i.e frotting), implied exhibitionism in jakes.

notes; BC STOP THIS IS MY FAV THING IM DOING ALL OF THEM RN — i didn’t mean to get so carried away w/ jakehoon.... smth just came over me LMAO

heeseung ; ♛

• he gets so wrapped up in it.

• originally his plan was only to please you because he knows how much you loved it, but a couple mere whimpers later and it’s like he’s hypnotized. his attention constantly shifted between your blissful face of euphoria and his own pleasure of feeling your cock rub against his. his large hand worked gently but firmly around the two of your members, his free one holding your waist lovingly. heeseung’s hold on your hip was soft, but grew firmer as his eyes bore into yours. unable to resist catching your mouth with his own, his tongue just barely teased your lips. he held you in a semi-awkward position on his thigh - but both of you were too swept up in the moment to care. even when you hit him with a “baby, faster” he can’t help but still be gentle with you as he picks up the pace of his stroking hand. you’d never before felt so safe and secure in his grasp while waves of pleasure surged through your erection. he was just so considerate of your sensitivity, and you knew you could trust him completely even in such a vulnerable state. that fact alone only raised your arousal immensely, sucking on his large adam’s apple. his tender treatment just made you more desperate for him to act more forceful with you,, aint it funny how that works.

⠀

jay ; ♤

• he’s obsessed with the control.

• jay was hovered above you. ever since you made your move on him earlier in the evening, you saw the teasing glint in his eyes - and shit has it been a long night. jay knew how badly you wanted him from the way you squirmed against the bed sheets from underneath his caged arms. moans spew out of your mouth left and right as he ground his bare erection down against yours, the friction making your head spin. you wanted so bad to just reach down between your naked torsos and take control, rubbing you both to your highs - but you knew he would never let you in this state. you had no other choice than to lay there, gripping on to jay’s glistening biceps and releasing your pretty sounds while the smooth underside of his cock surfed along yours, riling up every aroused nerve in your body. when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jay couldn’t resist letting his signature smirk grow on his frustratingly handsome face. he leaned down to place lingering kisses on your cheeks and temples - not once easing the rolling of his hips. “i want you too, prince, so badly. but i love how you look right now. ‘want you to come for me a couple times like this first, yes?”. let’s just say mission accomplished.

jake ; ♞

• he finds it so so hot.

• you were so needy that night. oh so needy. it was simply supposed to be a congratulatory dinner with the other members because of a music show win, but you were quite silly to think jake wouldn’t catch your shamelessly lingering stares at the way his bulge deliciously printed his pants under the table. his muscular thighs that filled the frame of your view weren’t helping your case, either. this made him giddy, and all it took was a knowing eyebrow raise in your direction and the lick of his lips before you two were headed to the bathroom. amidst furious kisses and nips to your bottom lip, you were too impatient to even fully discard your clothes. your adrenaline was rushing when your back hit the tile wall, since neither of you even checked if the bathroom was clear before jake started fumbling with the buttons of your dress pants. desperate to get your hands back on each other, you both could only tug your slacks low enough around your thighs to expose your hardened, underwear-covered erections before jake started grinding into yours hungrily. you tried to keep your groans quiet, but when jake’s plump lips made way for his tongue to swirl around inside your mouth, your voice was rendered uncontrollable. his strong hands remained under your jaw as his skillful hips did their thing - his stone hard bulge masterfully applying pressure to yours. he wasn’t even using his hands nor discarded either of your under garments, yet he had you feeling an approaching climax in record time. he returned your enthusiastic moans as you tightened your grip on his broad shoulders while needily bucking your hips into him. god, his dick was huge and you could feel your trembling legs give out from the pleasure. “my desparate boy, oh baby we’re so close”. jake kept your weak body pinned between his and the wall as he finally reached down to feel the wet patch of precum that formed on your underwear. he smirked. within seconds of working both of your throbbing cocks in his palm, you were spilling into your boxers. he kissed your neck as you regained your breath, running your fingers through his soft locks. “i’m pretty sure our foods cold.”

⠀

sunghoon ; ♢

• he’s addicted to your reactions.

• “you’re so fucking cute like this.” sunghoon moaned into your lips before drawing back, watching your face contort as his right hand delivered the most sensual massage you’d ever felt to your lengths. you were seated on his lap, and his shaft danced along yours so firmly and smoothly that you were growing dizzy, unable to think of anything else. sunghoon was obsessed with the way your thighs gently shook as you watched his hands work their magic, never expecting to be feeling so good from something like this. you were desperate for more, but also too addicted to this feeling to rush the moment. you tried to chase his lips but he drew his head back before showing his fangs in a smirk directed at you. his free hand came up to slowly caress your cheek, double tasking effortlessly. he leaned in to nudge your noses together, a blush creeping on your face from the intimacy. he groaned at your adorable expression, leaving a teasing lick on your lips. you felt electricity shoot straight to your erection, in which sunghoon still massaged against his. you rushed in, engaging in a messy make out while your fingers tugged on his hair. he smirked against your lips, grinding his hips up into you ever so slightly. it was enough to make you mewl, which evolved into a loud moan when he spread your thighs apart even more. “h-hoon, it feels so good. you feel so good— fuck.” you spoke breathlessly, as if you had finished a marathon. you swore you saw a sparkle in his eyes at the praise. “anything for my prince. you’re so hot, baby.” he admitted, dipping his head to lick a stripe up the center of your neck. you moaned again feeling his sharp teeth lightly graze against you as well. “so needy for me... do i really make you feel good?” ...and there was the sunghoon you were used to. your ears burned red as you nodded, knowing it was no use in playing coy. when you eventually painted white all over his milky smooth palms, he lifted his hands to his lips in order to clean his digits. and the way he did so without breaking eye contact with you had you ready for a round 2.

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[corferox]

hm. short starter call.

[xaallo]

#Xaallo 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. Independent Alien OC written by Jaxter. Low-Mid Activity.  No MINORS or TEENAGERS.

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𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 . Please take a look at them before you follow.

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♚ - 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐗𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨 - The Crown Prince of an ancient Galactic House of Aliens. Primary Muse. [Subplot!]

♞ - 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐥 - An agent of the Confederation, charged with protection of it’s territories and leaders. Secondary muse.

♜ - 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍-𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑲𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍 - The illegitimate and envious sibling of the prince, mistreated as a result of circumstances of birth. Secondary muse.

❗ 𖠳 - ??? - Haunting the Galaxy’s Farthest reaches, an individual sits between Confederation and ANOI, ostensibly uninterested in the goings ons of both societies. If only that feeling was mutual. ??? Muse.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐈𝐂)

After a months-long hibernation, Xaallo emerges from a hideaway within the earth, roaming the planet once more.

𝐈𝐕 - 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐎𝐎𝐂)

[Jan ‘23] I’ve removed myself from the PKMN fandom and will not be entertaining OCs or Canons from that fandom unless I know the mun well. Even then, I still might not. This is the case until further notice.

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Notice: Xaallo is coming off of a several month hiatus and may take a bit to get going. Much of my activity is split between my Warhammer Blogs found at @skxrbrand​, @khaosundivided​, and @heliinx​.

[boredandelusive]

15.

♞

The morning after, Spencer had to get to work. Seeing as he knew to bring a spare change of clothes, he got dressed before leaving for work. His mind still racked everything last night. Even if he doesn't remember it well, he admitted his feelings to her, and she said she loved him, too.

As he walked into the building and scanned his ID, he noticed some of the others sitting at their desks. However, the smile plastered on his face caught almost everyone's attention. "Uh oh, the pretty boy's got a smile on his face," Derek teased, which Reid dryly laughed at his comment.

"Come on, Spencer, did something interesting happen last night?" Luke asked, which he pretended to think about his answer.

"I don't know, I mean, I told Kiara I love her, and she said it back," he was happy, genuinely happy, and that was the first time JJ's seen him like that in a while.

"Congrats!" They cheered, which caught Hotch and Rossi's attention.

"What's goin' on out here?" Rossi asked for both men.

"Spencer confessed his feelings to Kiara, and apparently the feeling's mutual," Alex clarified, which the unit chief cracked a smile.

"Congratulations, Spencer. Does that mean you two are dating, now?" Hotch asked next, which the others shifted their glance to him.

"I think it does. I'll have to ask her later, but for now, it's safe to say me and her are dating."

♞

"And you're hacking into her security system, why?" The woman asked as she looked between the Angel and her computer.

"I just need a month's worth of footage, maybe? Something to scare the doctor into thinking I've watched her for months. Then, once I send him that same video, and with the note I have telling him to keep away, he won't have a choice but to do it." Angel answered as she moved to grab a note from her backpack.

"Did you manage to get the FBI off your tail, at least?" The woman questioned, which Angel nodded with a sucker in her mouth.

Moving it to her cheeks, she answered, "I had to stop killing, unfortunately. It gives them no new leads, which means I can work without having to be on the run all the time." Seeing as the woman nodded, she thought for a moment. "Name?"

"What?" The woman didn't expect that sort of question, and she needed more clarification.

"What's your name? I mean, all pretty faces have one, and I'm curious about you," the Angel answered, which the woman thought for a moment. "I heard the brunette call you G, but there has to be something else there more than a letter, right?"

"For now, you can just call me G," she didn't want to reveal anything about herself to the murderer. "Have you tapped in yet?"

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna record thee footage until she gets home. What are her hours? I'm assuming you know her so well," hoping to get more on Kiara, she needed to build enough of a video feed to spook the FBI.

"9 to 5 on the weekdays, 12 to 6 on Saturdays, nothing on Sundays. The Lotus Bloom has hours like any other job, and the profit is good." G responded, which the Angel nodded before pulling up the video feed from inside Kiara's house. "Is this it?"

"Yeah, for now. When her alarm goes off that she's inside the house, start recording. It's not the only one that day, so I'll leave this to you and give you the charger with it, too." She admitted with confidence.

"Thanks, Angel," she muttered as she took the laptop off the car's hood.

"You can just call me Eva," she greeted with a hand extended. Seeing as the blonde took the hand, they shook before letting go. "You have soft hands," she complimented.

"Don't make it weird. I'll tell the other woman about this, then I think she can continue with her plan," she admitted with ease, which made Eva look at G with confusion.

"Has she told you her plan yet? Her actual plan, and not some watered-down version of the plan?" The woman clarified, which G shook her head.

"Do you know something I don't?"

"No, I just wanted to know if she has something planned with Kiara. After all, one can't get revenge from far away," riddles, G never loved hearing them.

"Don't worry, she has something planned, and it's gonna exact revenge against Kiara for how she hurt her. That's all I can say, though. What's with the mask in the passenger seat, by the way?" G could tell Eva had something planned, but what it was? That was the mystery.

"You have to think of it like dominoes, G. The Lord has shown me how to get what I need, and it'll be done later today. Besides, I'm sure it will help with the friendship between you and Kiara."

♞

"So Eva Sinclair hasn't done anything recently? Why would she stop killing people so soon?" Emily pondered out loud, which made them think about their answer. "That woman couldn't go through a change of heart if she tried."

"Do you think she would be the type to work with someone? Unless Eva upped and left, there wouldn't be a reason for her to stop killing." There had to be something here, some sort of ulterior motive. If not, and Eva changed, she would still need to be brought in for questioning.

"I doubt it. If she worked with someone, that would mean there's another killer somewhere, and if that were the case, don't you think they would've made themselves known by now?" As profilers, it was their job to find out everything about the unsub, and in doing so, let them study the behavior as if they were the unsub themselves.

"Well, in the past, Eva took a kill order from someone back in 2010, but we couldn't find any evidence of there being a wired transfer," Tara spoke up, which the others thought for a moment.

"Maybe Eva was manipulated into doing it? After all, with the right words, religion is easy to use against someone." Derek remembered some of the past cases, and how the killings were to "prove themselves to God." Either way, this entire thing was concerning, and seeing as she went on a murdering spree before, there was something behind this.

"Which would mean there's someone else to look out for," Alex added, which meant there were more people who possibly shared the same goal.

"Well,  until we can find out more, the safest thing to do is go home and relax. For now, we're working off of stubs," Hotch announced, which everyone got up from the conference room and separated.

"Hey, Spence, wait up," JJ called as she rushed toward him. Hearing her voice behind her, he turned around to see what was going on. "Try to have some fun tonight, alright? Take Kiara out, take some time off work."

"I will, don't worry," he started, but she knew he probably wouldn't live by that rule for long.

"I'm being serious. I know you tend to plunge yourself so far into cases you don't sleep. Don't do that tonight, at least." She clarified, which Spencer thought about it before nodding.

"I won't, promise," he assured before going to leave the building.

♞

The first place he went was home, and not at Kiara's, but home. Walking up the stairs, he looked around to see one of his neighbors walking inside their apartment. "Hey, Reid," they greeted simply.

"Hey, Harris," he greeted back before moving into his space. Looking around to make sure nothing changed, he set his bag down and walked toward his bed. For now, as JJ said, he needed to relax. Knowing Kiara didn't get off work for another hour, he had nothing to do for the time being.

Seeing as he bought a mirror recently, Spencer moved to the bathroom and took off his shirt. Looking at his chest, he could see some of the newer marks from Kiara on his chest. She was always so rough with him, and some masochistic part of him loved it.

Most of the red marks faded to scratches, and because most of the bruises were gone, he didn't like how quickly they healed. He wanted them to last forever, but he couldn't focus on that for now. Hearing a knock at the door, he put his shirt on and walked toward it before looking at the peephole.

Opening the door, he saw Genevieve, which caught his attention. She was supposed to be at work, but if she wasn't, then something was wrong. "Genevieve? How did you get here?" He asked in confusion.

"Kiara sprained her ankle, and neither of our phones is working. She kept telling me not to get you, but I insisted." It sounded believable, and her body language told the same story. So why couldn't he believe her?

"Alright, just give me a second to get my phone, then I'll go with you." Something felt off, and he just couldn't tell what it was yet. Either way, he went along with it, and in doing so, walked out the door with her leading.

"I know you're better at the medical thing than she is, and she wouldn't shut up about not wanting to go to the hospital." Genevieve continued walking until they got downstairs, which she opened the door for him to follow her. As both got into the car, she got into the driver's seat and Spencer in the passenger's seat.

"How come she couldn't call me, again?" He asked as a test, which Gen looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Because her phone doesn't work, and neither does mine. She was attacked earlier, some mugger tried taking her things, and when she fought back, they sprained her ankle. When I tried intervening, they shot my phone out of my hand." She said with annoyance as she held up her phone. Seeing as a large chunk of the top of her phone was missing, there was a bit more belief in it.

"Did you leave Kiara there, or did you take her home?" Though it was a stupid question, Spencer had to ask to see what type of friend Genevieve really was.

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't take her home? I helped her into the bath with Epsom Salt. It may not do much, but that's why I came to get you." As they pulled up to her house, she walked inside and let Spencer move to his girlfriend.

Seeing her in the bathtub, he rushed over to the side. "Gen told me what happened, are you alright?" His concern was easily noticed, and as such, she lifted her hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"I'm okay, it hurts a bit, but I'm alright. I should go to the hospital, probably, but that costs money, and the bills aren't something I want to deal with right now." She admitted truthfully before moving up to get out of the tub. "Can you help me to my bed?"

"Of course," he answered as he slung her arm over his shoulder. Instead of going to the bed, however, they went to her chair and helped her sit down. Watching as he examined her ankle, he could tell it was fairly fresh, and as such, knew his examinations wouldn't be enough.

"You need to go to a doctor, I can't tell how bad it is. I mean, it feels like it's swollen, tender, and there's a chance it hurts when I touch it."

"That's because it does, I have bandage tape in the bathroom, and I have some old crutches in my closet. I'll be fine," she assured before walking toward the bathroom and grabbing the bandage wrap. Coming back to her, he wrapped her leg before moving to grab the crutches.

As he handed them to her, she stood up and leaned on them. "See? Makeshift help with a doctor," she said with ease as she watched him stand up straight.

"I'm not a medical doctor."

"You're a doctor enough, right? You have the Ph.D. in your name, and you've done a lot of studying for nursing, right?" Kiara wouldn't argue about this with him, as he still helped her with her injuries. "Hey, Gen, if you're still here?" She called out as she watched the blonde walk down the hallway to her room.

"I was just about to head out, but what is it?" She asked calmly.

"Could you take over some of my shifts until I get better? It might sound selfish, but-," Kiara started, but Gen waved her hand to stop the thought.

"It's alright, I'll take over your shifts."

"Thank you."

[acollapsar]

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This is an independent, highly selective, mutuals only, 21+, NSFW, and crossover-friendly ROLEPLAY BLOG for a canon divergent ( aka headcanon influenced ) manga-based Sebastian Michaelis, the demon butler of Yana Toboso’s Kuroshitsuji. Established 2019. As understood, written, and immensely loved by Charlie.

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This is my main muse/blog, but it’s set to medium to low activity due to real life responsibilities. I will get to things I owe ( threads, asks, DM replies, etc. ) when I have the time and motivation to do so.

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Matt Daehler ♞Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Possessive Behaviour, College-AU, Mutual Pining ♞Words: 4843 ♞Prompt: The aftermath of a bad fight + "If you think I don't feel anything for you, then you're more stupid than I thought." (for @amatchinwater) ♞ ao3

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boyfriend material

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“Everything all right?” Theo asks. His voice is soft, his brows furrowed in slight concern. If anything, Theo knows exactly how to play the perfect boyfriend. 

Stiles hates it because this fucking act made him fall for Theo. But after this charity event, it’s just one more week of this charade. Then everything will finally go back to normal. So, Stiles will grin and bear it. He shakes his phone. “Just my roommate asking if I’ll come home tonight.” 

“A roommate.” Tara clicks her tongue, exchanging a meaningful glance with Mrs. Raeken. “Delightful.” 

It is truly admirable Theo’s only plan of revenge is to date someone who his family will not approve of. Bringing Stiles here and showing him off makes a statement. Stiles would’ve probably paid someone to kill his whole family while he was away at college. But he’s not going to bite the hand that feeds him. 20 thousand bucks are going to get him a long way. He can finally repair his mom’s jeep and help his dad out with the bills for his stay in Eichen House. All he has to do is play Theo’s boyfriend for four weeks and not lunge across this table to strangle his fake boyfriend’s sister.

Well, at least that was the plan. Against better judgment, Stiles somehow managed to develop a crush on his fake boyfriend. But since his life is not one of Lydia’s cheesy romance novels, it’s better if Stiles pretends that’s not the case. This is made basically impossible by Theo squeezing his thigh. To make matters worse, his hand has moved a little higher than Stiles would’ve preferred, and his fingertips press against the seam on his inner thigh. The touch alone makes Stiles feel uncomfortably warm. 

Pushing his phone into the pocket of his jeans, Stiles leans over to Theo. “I’m gonna go grab a drink,” he says because his anger management has never been the best, and he needs distance. Kissing Theo’s cheek, he raises to his feet. There are merely a handful of people at the bar, so he can cool off a little. 

“Don’t stay too long,” Theo says.

Mrs. Raeken makes a sound of disdain. “I hope he knows how to behave in a public setting.” It’s over soon. It’s over soon. All he has to do is to push through a couple more hours without giving Theo’s family everything they deserve. They fucking suck. 

Theo makes a noncommittal sound, which is really not helping Stiles’ mood right now. Yes, Theo pays him for this bullshit, so, yes, this is a more than fake relationship. Stiles is a boyfriend for hire, but he is supposed to play Theo’s boyfriend. The least this fucking asshole could do is defend him in front of his family. 

Theo keeps watching him and despite knowing he’s just doing it for appearances, Stiles feels a thrill running up his spine. Sometimes it almost seems as if Theo wants to slam him against a wall and fuck him senseless. Today especially. Of course, it’s all an act because Theo is around his family, business partners, Beacon County’s rich and famous, and a few journalists, and yet. There’s an intensity in his eyes that makes Stiles’ head spin. 

Sighing, Stiles slides between two bar stools and leans against the counter. Both bartenders are tall and stupidly hot. If he weren’t here with Theo, he’d probably try to get his or her number. Maybe he should at least try to figure out their names, so he can look them up on Social Media for when his job inevitably ends. Jumping into an affair with a hot bartender sounds like the perfect remedy for a broken heart. 

Fucking hell, he’s so pathetic. 

Tall, blonde, and handsome turns towards him with a smirk. “What can I do for you?” 

Stiles cuts his gaze to the name tag. Brett. Okay. That’s a name he can remember. “You guys have Szarlotka?” 

Brett quirks a brow. “Not that I know of, but if you explain it to me, I’m sure I can help you out.” This is certainly one of the perks of attending a rich people event. They have whatever you are asking for, and if not, they are willing to get it. 

“It’s a Polish drink. One part Vodka and 2 parts apple juice with a dash of cinnamon.” 

“You got it.” 

“Thanks.” Stiles doesn’t drink much. To be fair, he isn’t even the biggest fan of alcohol in the first place, but tonight is one of those nights he needs to numb his feelings a little. And a Szarlotka sounds perfect. All he can hope for is that Theo isn’t going to make them stay too much longer. But considering how this evening has been going so far, Stiles is pretty sure they will not be leaving before this event is over. As much as Theo acted like all he wanted is to piss his family off, he’s still being extremely polite and does whatever his mother told him — including making sure Stiles won’t ‘behave in a way that could reflect badly’ on their family even though Theo made a point that this was his goal for tonight. Stiles doesn’t care either way. 

Brett reappears with his drink in his hand and a disarming smile on his face. “I hope it’s to your liking.” 

“I’m sure.” Stiles pulls out his wallet. “What do you get for this?”

Before Brett has the chance to reply, someone pops up right next to Stiles, bumping against him as if on purpose. Josh. “Theo would like you to put it on his tab.” 

Brett raises a brow. “Theo… right...” Something about Brett’s demeanor changes. He straightens, becomes more polite, and more distant. Stiles truly hopes it has everything to do with his family’s and not Theo’s reputation, but Josh popping up shows a very different picture. 

Huffing out a breath, Stiles puts some money on the counter. “Thank you for the drink.” 

Brett nods, glancing from Josh to somewhere in the distance before meeting Stiles’ eyes again. “You’re welcome.” 

Stiles pushes away from the bar, not acknowledging Josh any further, and heads out of the dining hall. The adjacent balcony is exactly what he needs. A few people are standing around bar tables, talking and smoking, sipping on their drinks. Stiles moves to one of the empty tables close to the balcony rail. The view over Beacon Hills is stunning, and Stiles wishes he had actually time to meet up with his father, but their flight back is tomorrow at 6 am and then Stiles has to go right back to studying for his exams. 

Someone joins him at the table, and Stiles closes his eyes. Please, don’t try to talk to me. Please, please, don’t. Although ignoring whoever sat down next to him would probably have been the better idea, Stiles can’t help but glance to his right. The second he does, all he sees is a camera uncomfortably close to his face. There’s a click, and the camera vanishes. “What the—?” 

“I’m sorry,” Camera Guy says in a soft tone, “it’s just… you’re not like the others.” 

Even though Stiles can relate to that, he’s not entirely sure how he could make this kind of judgment without having talked to him. To be honest, Stiles isn’t even entirely sure if he’s seen him before now. Then again, he hasn’t exactly been too invested in this whole event while being hidden at the Raekens’ table. “So you’re just shoving cameras in strangers’ faces?” 

The guy chuckles as if Stiles’ annoyance was somehow amusing to him. “I’m a journalist,” he says, which isn’t exactly an excuse. “My name’s Matt. Matt Daehler.” 

Stiles shakes his head and glances around his surroundings. There are certainly much more interesting people on this balcony than him. His gaze falls on a figure trying his best to hide in the shadows at the far corner of the balcony. Corey. Is Theo seriously sending his friends after Stiles so they’d keep an eye on him? What the fuck? Rolling his eyes, he sips on his drink — and gets the worst burst of homesickness he’s had in years. This tastes so much like Poland, like home. Shit. Maybe he should talk to Theo and take a later flight. He’s in Beacon Hills, might as well visit his dad for breakfast. He never had issues with an exam anyway. It won’t kill him if he doesn’t study as much.  

There's another click.

Stiles turns to Matt again, eyes narrowed. "What's your damage, Daehler?"

"Oh, Heathers! You know your classics." Matt stares down at his camera, eyes wide with something that looks almost like fascination. It leaves a sour taste in Stiles' mouth. "Your eyes are insane, you know that?" He looks up now, leaning closer as if Stiles were a painting to be studied instead of an actual human being.

Stiles takes a step back, not quite willing to give up his space on the balcony. He'd rather deal with this guy than Theo's family. "Can you back off?"

Again, Matt chuckles. "You're much mouthier than Theo's previous call boys." Call boys? "And prettier… and smarter. Clearly."

"You insult everyone you’ve just met?" Stiles really can't tell if this guy is socially inept or just a fucking idiot. 

"Oh. Oh, no." Matt looks genuinely apologetic. "I didn't mean… you're like a breath of fresh air in this stinkin' place. I'm…" he ducks his head, chuckling again. "I'm not good with the whole… flirting thing.” Flirting thing. This guy truly is something else. Why the fuck would he risk flirting with Theo’s boyfriend? That’s just stupid. “It's why I'm usually behind here." He raises his camera again.

Stiles covers the lens with his hand. “That’s the worst fucking pick-up line I’ve ever heard.” 

Matt chuckles —  a sound that is starting to grind Stiles' gears — and shrugs. “Don’t worry. That’s just Plan A.” 

Stiles raises his brows, slowly lowering his hand again. His gut tells him ‘no’, but Matt doesn’t look particularly threatening with his mop of curls, too large clothes — even Stiles managed to find a nice black pair of jeans and a white dress shirt, and he never wears shit like this — and lopsided smile. “So what’s Plan B?” He can’t believe the guy managed to rope him into a conversation after all. 

“To take you hostage.” 

Nevermind. “Get fucking lost.” 

Matt places a hand on Stiles’ arm, thumb brushing over his wrist in a way too intimate gesture. “It was just a joke.” 

Stiles yanks his arm away and steps to the side, backing into a body behind him. 

“And nobody’s laughing.” Theo’s voice is dry, and for the first time since hanging out with him, he sounds like the snob his family probably raised him to be. It’s not a good look on him. 

Despite that, Stiles’ body relaxes around him — and he hates it. 

Theo pushes his hand into the back pocket of Stiles’ jeans, acting like he’s done it a billion times before. But he didn’t. Their contract states that any sort of physical contact is to be reduced to whatever is necessary. Theo basically grabbing his ass? Not necessary. “Also, have your parents never taught you not to touch what isn’t yours?” Touch what isn’t yours. Theo may pay him, and Stiles very much would like this asshole to fuck him into a mattress — or a car seat, or a wall, whatever surface, really; he isn’t picky at all — he’s not going to let Theo claim ownership of him. 

Especially not if people already think he’s just Theo’s call boy.

Matt’s hand vanishes around his wrist. “This is a misunderstanding.” For what it’s worth, the poor guy looks actually terrified as he hugs his camera to his chest like it’s gonna somehow shield him from whatever he’s worried about.  

Theo hums, pulling Stiles closer to him, and nods at said camera. “I’d like to have the memory card.”

“Why?” Matt covers it with a hand. 

The chuckle sounds dangerous, and Stiles gets the weird feeling that he’s about to see a side of Theo he’s never seen before. After all, there’s gotta be a reason Theo doesn’t manage to find someone who’d pose as his lover without paying them a lot of money. “Because I’ve asked you nicely.” The smile falls from his lips, and his expression hardens. “I can also take your whole fucking camera from you.” 

“Theo,” Stiles whispers, pressing his free hand to his chest. 

But Theo isn’t having any of this. His blue eyes don’t leave Matt for even a second. “You think I wouldn’t notice you following my boyfriend around the whole evening?” His voice becomes dangerously low, “or that Corey wouldn’t tell me you’re being a fucking creep?” When Matt doesn’t immediately react, Theo snatches the camera straight out of his hands. 

“Hey!” Matt yells, but before he has the chance to surge forward, Josh has grabbed him by the back of his oversized shirt. 

Stiles glares at Theo, but he doesn’t even acknowledge him, too focused on the picture of Stiles that pops up on the little screen. It’s the last one he took. It’s too close to his face, intimately close almost. Theo shifts a little, obscuring the view of the camera. 

Without turning the camera off, Theo ejects the memory card. “I think that belongs to me.” 

“No, Theo, please.” Matt looks at Stiles, reaching out a hand. 

Josh yanks him back again. 

“I just told you,” Theo says in a very low voice, pulling his hand out of Stiles’ pocket to approach Matt, “not to touch what isn’t yours, didn’t I?” 

“Theo.” Stiles grabs his suit jacket, but Theo isn’t even bothered by it. 

“What did you tell my boyfriend, huh?” Theo asks, tapping his finger against the camera — a gesture Matt follows with wide eyes. “That you’re a journalist? Or did you immediately tell him that you’re a freak and a stalker?” Anger slips into his tone seamlessly. This site may be new to Stiles, but it’s nothing new to Josh and Corey that much is clear in the look they’re exchanging. “If you even think about coming near him again, this—” he raises the camera higher “— isn’t the only thing I’m breaking.” Without thinking twice about it, Theo lets go of the camera. 

Stiles flinches when the crack of the lens sounds like a gunshot in the silence. He didn’t even notice people stopped having conversations, but now he’s hyper-aware of everyone looking at them. Swallowing, Stiles steps away from Theo and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He has absolutely no fucking desire to stay here any longer. At all. Theo is overstepping boundaries, not just Stiles but also Matt’s.

“Now piss off before I do something else.”  

Josh is shoving Matt forward, who grabs his camera before stumbling back inside. It doesn’t take more than a nod from Theo for Josh and Corey to follow him.  

This is fucking ridiculous. Absolutely fucking pathetic even. If Theo acts like that all the time, it’s no surprise nobody wants to be his friend. Stiles has no clue what Josh and Corey get out of this, but they’re clearly doing whatever Theo asks them to. For all Stiles cares, Theo can shove the last payment up his ass. He’s going to finish his drink, then he is going to leave — and not return. Shaking his head, Stiles grabs his cocktail. “If that’s how you’re treating everyone around you it’s no surprise I’m here.” 

Theo turns to look at him, eyebrows raised in confusion. “What?” 

“You heard me.” And Stiles didn’t care at all that the other people on the balcony heard him as well. 

“I…” Theo sighs, pushing the memory card into the pocket of his suit jacket. “I know what this looks like, but Matt isn’t who he says he is.” 

“Nothing happened, Theo.” Stiles shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing happened other than you sending your fucking lackeys after me.” Lines are blurring. So much. Stiles shouldn’t be offended about whatever Theo is doing right now. He’s just one of Theo’s employees. Then again, maybe that’s the issue. Stiles licks his lips, stepping closer to Theo. “Are you afraid,” he whispers, careful that nobody hears the next part… yet, “I’m going to tell people why I’m really here? Is that why Josh and Corey are following me everywhere?” 

Theo shakes his head. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Okay,” Stiles echoes and scoffs. “You know what I think? You’re just as much of a fucking bully as the rest of your family, and you’re loving the rush of power all that fucking money gives you. And people know that about you.” While Stiles is angry with Theo, the biggest part of his anger is directed at himself. He should’ve known this site of Theo existed. He should’ve known he wasn’t just the hot guy trying to publicly show his family the middle finger. He’s talked to Lydia about it over and over again. How could someone who looks like Theo need to pay someone for a fake relationship?

How could he be so naive?

“And that’s why I’m here,” Stiles lowers his voice even further. “Because you’re just another rich kid with mommy issues who treats everyone like they’re beneath them.”

Theo’s expression hardens, and his gaze flicks up, taking in his surroundings before fixing his eyes back on Stiles. “Can we not do that here?”

“You’d rather do it somewhere your mother can tell you how I have to behave?” Stiles shakes his head and takes a step back. Part of him hopes Theo will blow up on him if only to prove him wrong — to show him that he doesn’t care about his image, that he really doesn’t care what his mother thinks, that he’s not like them. Stiles doesn’t want to be this wrong about Theo. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s fallen in love with a fucking act. 

Theo works his fingers through his neatly styled hair, messing up the strands in a way that makes him look even better. It’s pissing Stiles off so much. “Matt is—”

“This isn’t just about Matt.” Stiles puts his drink back on the table before he gets the urge to drench Theo with it. “It’s also about Josh sneaking up on me to inform Brett that I’m your property.” He needs to leave or at least cool down because he is overstepping about every single line there could potentially be between an employee and their boss. But he can’t help it. He’s hurt, and he shouldn’t be. No feelings. Those are the unwritten rules. 

And yet, here he fucking is.  

Theo purses his lips. "We're not going to talk about this here."

Fine. Without another word, Stiles heads back inside. Absolutely not. He’s not standing by and watching his fake boyfriend bully someone and treat him as property. Theo can shove the last five thousand up his ass. He’s already got 15k. With that, he can easily fix his jeep and help his father out. 

“Babe.” Theo catches up to him before he’s made it out of the door. “Stiles, wait.” 

Stiles pulls his hand away. “No.” 

But Theo’s not good with no. He grabs his hand, this time intertwining their fingers tightly. “Please,” he says in a voice so soft, “let’s not do this here.”

“Then let me leave.”

“No.” Theo squeezes his hand and pulls him close, “I’m not letting you go like this.” 

Like this? Angry? Disappointed? Before finishing the four weeks? Before getting through this fucking evening? Stiles sat through enough of the Raekens’ bullshit for one night just because he’s a poor college student at a prestigious university. Fuck them. And fuck the stupid journalists, who are probably going to have a field day with this one. If his face is going to end up in those fucking rags then so be it. At least he’s not standing by while his fake boyfriend parades him around and bullies other people. Just because Matt is clumsy at flirting doesn’t mean Theo had any right to break his camera. 

“Well,” Stiles says, yanking his hand away, “then we’re doing this here.”   

“Listen, just because Daehler acts awkward and looks like he’s getting his clothes out of a dumpster doesn’t mean he’s an innocent little angel.“ His features harden, but he doesn’t look angry. Not really. Not like Stiles is.

“Oh my god, you are such a spoiled fucking brat.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

Stiles folds his arms over his chest. “You really think I give a shit what people are wearing? How very shallow of you.” More people are turning towards them, and Stiles takes a step back. He should calm down. He should not lose his shit. Why can’t he just keep his cool? Theo is his boss. He is his fucking boss. So, he is aggressive. So, he acts like he owns him. Who cares? This shit is over in a week, and Stiles can move on, and everything is back to normal. 

“Theodore.” Mrs. Raeken strides over to them, followed by her dear husband and eldest daughter. “What is going on?” 

“Nothing, Mother.” But Theo doesn’t look at her when he says it. His shoulders drop as he watches his family rally around him — not to support, but to make sure there aren’t too many eyes on them. Mrs. Raeken looks furious, her husband highly disappointed, and Tara’s lips turned white with anger. She clearly hates that her little brother makes a fuss minutes before she has her first big speech. 

Mrs. Raeken narrows her eyes at Stiles. “Then get nothing under control.” She folds her arms, still trying to stare him down. Like that’s going to help her. Didn’t Theo tell his dear mother that Stiles grew up with a sheriff and spend half his childhood at the police station? He’s used to deputies staring him down. This rich woman basking in her husband's money isn’t going to scare him. 

Theo whips around, and for the first time since Matt, he appears to be positively pissed.

Stiles quirks a brow. “With all due respect—” which is none, something nobody here misses “— but I don’t remember asking for your opinion. So, how about you shut the fuck up while your son and I discuss this matter without your unwarranted input.” He’s been listening to her comments about the ‘common folk’, which certainly includes Stiles, for the better part of the evening. To be honest, he’s been waiting for an opportunity to rip into her and her goddamn family for a while now. 

“Young man,” Mr. Raeken says, which does come as a surprise after he hasn’t said a word for the whole evening, “if you don’t calm down, we are going to call the police.”

“Please do,” Stiles says, without looking away from Mrs. Raeken, and pushes his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “I haven’t seen my dad in a bit. He’s the sheriff here, you know, so, he’s always very busy.” 

Mrs. Raeken’s face falls, but it takes her only a few seconds to recover. “Get him under control, Theo. This is embarrassing.” 

“Don’t bother. I was on my way out anyway.” Stiles frees his left hand for a little wave, very much fighting the urge to flip them off, and takes a step back. If he doesn’t leave now he’s going to do something he might regret. But he is going to be the bigger person. He is going out of this with his head held high. “Oh, and Theo,” Stiles says, finally turning to look at him again. This is going to be the hardest part because this is where his fucking heart comes in. But Theo is just staring at him, expression completely neutral. Stiles swallows. He can do it. It’s like a bandaid. Just rip it off. “Lose my number, okay? I think it’s best if you fuck off with the rest of them.” 

Without any warning, Theo is in front of him. Stiles backs off, hitting the wall behind him. His heart jumps into his throat, and for a few seconds, Stiles isn’t even sure if he’s supposed to be scared or not. He’s feeling all sorts of things. He should probably say something. Anything. Maybe he should apologize. This was too far. Theo is his boss. He’s his— he is leaning over and presses their mouths together. 

Stiles is pretty sure he’s suffering some severe hallucination. This— that— what? He freezes, but Theo’s hand moves from his arm to the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his jaw. This never happened before. The kiss to the corner of their mouths? Yes. That… that was normal. Theo decided that would be a good way to be intimate without being too intimate. But kissing? There’s— there’s got to be something in the contract about that. Because— because…

Chuckling, Theo pulls away. Not far, just enough that he can speak against his lips. “I told you already that I’m not letting you go.” His right arm curls around Stiles’ waist with confidence as if he knows how he’s feeling about him. But… but how could Theo know? It doesn’t make any sense. “On the pictures, Matt took of you,” Theo whispers, and he’s still so damn close they’re breathing the same air — Stiles is sure the other boy can hear his heart racing in his chest, “I saw the way you looked at me when I wasn’t looking at you.” He brushes their noses together, a gesture so soft, it almost kills Stiles on the spot, “And if you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought.” 

“What?” 

But Theo kisses him again and everything snaps into place. Stiles raises his hands, curling them into the hem of Theo’s stupidly expensive suit jacket. A groan makes its way past Stiles’ resolve as he is crowded against the wall, and Theo doesn’t miss his chance. Theo deepens the kiss, pressing their bodies together in the most delicious way possible. The world shrinks until there’s nothing but Theo’s body, his tongue slipping past his lips, fingertips pressing into his skin. He’s been dreaming about this for the better part of two weeks, craving Theo’s touches, his kisses, praying whoever was listening, that he’d fuck him — that would have been enough before. 

But with how desperate Theo is kissing him right now, Stiles doubts that will be enough for either of them. 

“Theodore!” 

Theo growls against his mouth. He actually fucking growls — and if that isn’t the hottest thing Stiles has ever heard, he doesn’t know what is — before pulling away. “What?” he asks in the same tone he used on Matt. But he doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t turn away from Stiles. 

“This is—” Mrs. Raeken cuts off, ringing for the right words, “you are embarrassing us!” Her voice is shrill enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

Stiles quirks a brow, not even bothering to hide his grin. “Good thing we’re leaving anyway, aren’t we, Babe?” 

Intertwining their fingers, Theo nods. “Yes, we are.” He kisses him again, putting everything he intends to do to Stiles in the near future into this kiss, and turns to his family. “See you around… or something.” Theo shrugs once, grins at Stiles, and then starts to walk in the direction of the exit, pulling Stiles along with him — not giving a damn about his mother cursing at him from behind the doors. 

Theo slams the side of his fist against the elevator button and pulls Stiles against him again. “So much for my grand romantic gesture.” 

“You had a grand romantic gesture planned?” Stiles says, drawing his eyebrows together. “Before or after you saw Matt’s pictures?” Pictures Stiles needs to get his hands on. He doesn’t like the fact that a stranger apparently followed him around, and Theo is the only other person who saw everything. 

The elevator dings, and the door slides open. Theo shoves him inside, chuckling dangerously. “Why do you think I chose you, huh?” He glances in the corner of the ceiling, watching the camera for a few seconds before his grin turns into a smirk. “I had my eye set on you for a few months, but since you didn’t talk to me—” he cuts off, crowding Stiles in the corner of the elevator. “I usually get what I want.” His hands slide into the back pockets of Stiles’ jeans, and he pulls him closer, grinding their groins together in full view of the camera.  

Stiles is pretty sure his head is going to explode. “Like I said,” he whispers because he doesn’t trust his voice, “you’re a spoiled brat.” 

“I think your exact words were ‘spoiled fucking brat’.” Theo leans up to kiss him, “but tonight? Tonight I’m going to spoil you.” 

Stiles crashes their mouths together again. He can’t wait.  t

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