#((I'M JUST LIKE 'SIR HOW HAVE U NEVER PUT THE EARRINGS DOWN'))

[roscvcins]

random moment of like....do we just picture the l.ads characters in the outfit they show up in most in the cafe

[luveline]

Hotch request! Please sir, can I have a Hotch request? I'm trying to follow what you said about comfort but also Hotch being angry. So I get low blood sugars cause of my diabetes and I'd love if you wrote something about them being on a case and BAU!Reader is really busy trying to get stuff done, so she has a bad low blood sugar and sits down but one of the local officers thinks she's slacking off so she tries to keep going and Hotch comes in and defends her, making sure she has everything she needs and doesn't faint. Love you <3

ty for requesting!! hope this is okay <3 fem, 1.3k

“I understand.” You frown, phone pressed to your ear hard. “I totally understand, but it’s really important that I get to talk to her.” 

“She’s on heavy medication,” the nurse replies, unimpressed by your asking, “she wouldn’t be much use anyhow.” 

“I understand, but–”

“Listen, I’m sorry, but we have a lot to do here. I’m sorry we can’t help. Bye.” 

You groan in frustration, bringing your phone from your ear to see the Call Disconnected notification flash across your screen. How are you and the team ever supposed to get answers if nobody wants to help? Your head rushes. You kid yourself into believing it’s annoyance like a hot flash, you’ve been sweaty for ages, but then reality cuts through. What usually makes you sweaty and dizzy?

“Where’s my test kit?” you murmur to yourself. 

The door opens while you’re looking through your bag. 

“Agent,” Officer Debs greets, a stout, sturdy woman with sharp eyes, “any news from Georgetown Psychiatric?” 

You rummage frustratedly through your things. You should know better than to misplace your test kit. Doesn’t matter. You’ll just have to eat something quickly before you get any worse. “Uh, no, nothing they could help me with.” 

“Did you call them?” 

Your eyelids are getting heavier. You sit down on impulse, worried you’re gonna fall if you stay standing. “Yeah, I called them.” You’ve had diabetes for long enough to know what to do, but it’s always harder than it felt the last time when your blood sugar drops. It can be so sudden. 

Realising you might need help, you clear your throat, about to ask Officer Debs if she can get the glucose tablets from your bag. You should’ve grabbed them —your thoughts are starting to thicken like someone’s poured cornflour into your skull. 

“Is now the best time for a break?” Officer Debs asks. 

You focus very hard on bringing your attention into the present. “No, sorry,” you say, standing up. You open your phone and direct to the contacts page, clicking your favourite contact at the very top. 

Don’t know m where test kit is, you text clumsily. Hotch should still be in the precinct. Do u have it ? 

“I hope you’re texting someone about the case,” Officer Debs says sternly. 

You shove your phone into your pocket. “Um,” you say, getting confused now, and not wanting to be shouted at. You grab for the page of phone numbers you’d been making your way through, can’t get your hands to work. “I wasn’t. But I’m getting to it.” 

“We really don’t have time to waste.” 

“I know, but my blood sugar–”

She talks over you. “What’s the point in all our officers working day and night when you FBI agents can’t be bothered to put in the same effort?” Her voice rises. “It’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not ridiculous, we’re trying our best just like you are.”

“Clearly not!” 

“My blood sugar,” you say, more insistently. “Stop shouting at me.” 

The door opens quickly, creaking hard on its hinge. Hotch doesn’t slam it open, he never slams anything, but he doesn’t hesitate either. “I have it, you left it in the car after you tested this morning,” he says, your kit in his hand. He gives Officer Debs a surprised up and down. “Who’s shouting?” he asks, unimpressed. 

You wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. “Hotch, I need a tablet.” 

If he’s shocked at your lethargy, he doesn’t say. He ignores the officer from that point on. “Yes, I think so, too.” 

Hotch is more efficient than you were, grabbing your tube of glucose tablets and shaking one out into his hand. “Can you take it yourself?” 

“You want to chew it for me?” you ask. 

He tips it into your palm. “Very funny.” 

He opens the test kit on the desk and starts to extract the pieces. It’s quite complicated, especially for people unfamiliar with it, but you’re pretty sure Hotch learned how to use it the day he knew you had diabetes. He wipes his hands with an alcohol wipe and presses a test strip into the meter, careful not to touch the end, before wiping your finger with a new wipe, and readying the lancing stick. 

“Gonna stick you, okay?” he asks quietly.

“Mm,” you hum, the glucose tablet like chalk between your teeth. 

He sticks you. Some days it feels more painful than other days, but today it’s like a pinprick in a haze. He squeezes your finger, wipes the first drop of blood with a cotton ball, and dips the test strip into the second bead of blood, careful not to jab your cut. 

In the five seconds it takes for you to get a result on the meter, he kneels down, pressing another cotton ball to your finger to stem the flow of blood. “Good,” he murmurs to you. The meter flashes on the table. “Not so good. Fifty nine, huh? How’d that happen?” 

You shake your head slowly from one side to another. “I’ve no idea.” 

“Okay. Well, that tablet’s not gonna do it, honey. Do you have any gels?” 

“No,” you say apologetically. 

“That’s fine. I’ll get you a drink.” 

Officer Debs clears her throat. You may be foggy, but her awkwardness is palpable. “I’ll get it.”

“It has to be full sugar. Coke, if you can,” Hotch says. She nods in understanding and leaves in record time. Hotch turns back to you, his severity melting away. “She was shouting at you?”

“Tried to tell her about my blood sugar. She told me we’re not here to waste time.” You close your mouth, licking the glucose off of your teeth.

“How did you get so low?” he asks.

“Must have done something wrong this morning. Am I okay?” 

“We’ll see. I think you’ll be alright.” 

“Don’t usually get so dizzy.” 

“When was the last time you were below seventy?” 

“Don’t know,” you mumble. 

Hotch peels the cotton ball from your finger and packs your things away cleanly. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes. After your coke. Now… what did the Officer say to you?” 

He’s getting his facts straight. Again, you wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. You relay your conversation, Officer Debs hadn’t even been that bad, just uppity, stuck on her own assumptions rather than willing to listen when you’d needed a hand. Her lack of empathy could’ve really affected you. Low blood sugar is no joke. 

You tell him, savouring in the warmth of his hand on your leg, how uncaring he is to be kneeling in front of you on the precinct floor. He frowns at you long and hard. 

By the time Officer Debs returns, he’s on his feet again. “A word?” he asks her. 

You don’t hear all of what he’s saying through the door as you sip your coke. He doesn’t shout, but he defends you with a heavy gravity. Officer Debs speaks up and he cuts her down, something about understanding, and then a more clear telling off, “I don’t want to hear about Agent L/N’s performance from you again. She’s my agent, and if she needs a break, she’ll take one. It’s none of your concern.” 

“I understand.” 

You feel much peppier when he comes back in, though he appears less so. “You’re nasty,” you say, smiling, happy to be defended, and happier to know you’re not gonna pass out.

He crosses the room. Still frowning, he takes your face into his hands, and he leans down inch by inch, until he’s pressing a soft, soft kiss to your lips. You barely have time to close your eyes before he’s pulling away, thumb pressed into your soft cheek. “Nobody gets to shout at you. Especially over your blood sugar.” 

“It’s usually you telling me off for letting it get low,” you mumble. 

He stands up straight, leaving you wanting for another kiss you won’t get, hands stolen back from your cheeks. “You’re ageing me prematurely. Drink some more coke, please, sweetheart.” 

“What do I get in return?” 

He touches your face briefly, as much of a promise as you’re going to get. 

[short-honey-badger]

*slides in asks again* hey... :3

I was wondering if u could do Shamrock x Holy knight reader? Just sham putting reader in their place after testing him alot...

I hope you enjoy anon! This became way smuttier than I intended but eh. That's okay lol

Fix You

Pairings! Figarland Shamrock x Holy Knight Reader [f]

Warnings! Smut obviously. Cream pies, glove kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, non-con elements

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

“You have tried my patience one too many times, _,” Shamrock snarls behind you. Your leader has you pinned under him, both of your wrists held at the small of your back by one of his hands. You winced when the muscles in your arms pulled uncomfortably but made sure not to make a sound. Shamrock abhorred any kind of weakness, and now was definitely not the time to show any.

He knocked a booted foot between your feet, kicking them apart as he leaned forward, his weight settling against your back. You couldn't help but shiver at the feel of his breath ghosting over the back of your neck. You knew that you'd gotten a little sloppy with your missions lately, but you never would have imagined that this was the sort of punishment that your leader would do to you.

“This is the third time in two weeks that you have failed me, _. Do you like testing me?”

When you don't answer, Shamrock grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back and turning your head, forcing you to look up at him, “Answer me, knight.”

“No, sir. I'm not trying to test you,” you reply softly and drop your eyes, not wanting to see the furious disappointment in your superior's livid gaze, “I'm sorry, sir.”

Shamrock laughs, a dark, nasty sound that makes your already tense shoulders draw up even further. The grip he has on you tightens, “Sorry? Your apologies mean little to me, knight. Your failures have cost us greatly, so tell me, how should I punish you?”

You already know that whatever happens here, you wouldn't be walking away from this. You swallow harshly, voice and stuttering mess, “However you see fit, sir.”

Shamrock huffed at you, pulling away and releasing your hair. You fall forward with a grunt, eyes going wide when his hand begins to tug at your uniform, gloved fingers easily snapping straps and popping buttons until he can grab your waistband and shove the material down. You shiver when air hits your exposed thighs and silently rejoice at knowing that no one would come looking for you here in your leader's office.

“And if I see fit to fuck you dumb? Will that fix you?” He rumbles and shifts, belts clinking and the sound of a zipper loud in your ear. You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his free hand dip between your thighs, leather gracing along your exposed cunt before sliding forward, two thick fingers dragging through your folds. You grit your teeth, brow furrowing when he pinches your clit, making pleasurable pain arch up your spine.

“Answer me, knight. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me that you want me to stuff your pussy so full of my seed that you'll never forget this lesson.”

The words are filthy, and your cheeks burn, humiliation scoring through your chest, but you are already on thin ice. You wet your lips, voice soft.

“I want your cock, sir. It's the only thing that will fix me.”

You are rewarded with Shamrock shoving his gloved fingers into your cunt, a mean sound leaving him when your back arches and a painful noise slips from between your lips. He scissors his fingers, stretching you quickly, leather feeling foreign and slick against your pulsing walls. Too impatient to wait any longer, he pulls his hand away, lines himself up, and slides home with a silent snarl.

You bite your lip hard at the sudden intrusion, blood welling up and dripping down your chin. You don't want to give him the satisfaction, not when Shamrock has already made you feel less than the dirt he walks upon.

Your leader doesn't give you much time to get used to him, starting up a quick rhythm, thick cock pushing inside of you with wild abandon. You grunt when you feel his cockhead nudge against something deep within you, and have a quiet realization that Shamrock had hit your cervix. You are lost to an addicting mix of pain and pleasure after that, pussy sucking his cock deep as you leak around him, a ring of thick cream appearing at the base of his length the longer he fucks you.

“Going to fill you with my seed til your fat with my child. We'll never have to worry about you messing up another mission that way, will we, _?” Shamrock snarls into your ear, and the mental image is enough to have you clench around his cock, eyes going wide as that tension in your lower stomach racks up another notch. You feel him grin against the side of your neck, voice tented with a promise.

“You would like that, wouldn't you? To be my personal slut? To be ready and begging whenever I need you.”

His pace falters, hips snapping at an erratic pace the closer he gets. Shamrock releases the hold he has on your wrists and grips your hips with both hands, slamming into you and sending you into his desk. He grins when he feels resistance and simply presses in further, needing to be as deep as possible, wanting to make sure that his seed takes.

You let out a strangled cry, teeth grit and eyes clenched shut as that line snaps, and you flood around him, cream welling up and making the glide of his cock that much slicker. Shamrock doesn't last much longer, the grip on your hips painful as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin just under your ear as he comes.

You can feel his seed flood into you, molten like lava and so much that it bubbles and leaks out from where the two of you are joined. He thrusts shallowly, fucking his spend back into you as he pulls away to watch his himself slide inside of you. You feel empty when he finally pulls out, but the feeling doesn't last long when you feel those loved fingers slide up your thighs, gathering his cum and stuffing it back into your cunt. You whine at the feeling, but Shamrock only hums as he strokes your lower back.

“Don't be wasteful, darling. You'll need every last drop.”

@mit-suri @mfreedomstuff @sanjisleggy

[kitsquared]

A bunch of light novel scenes and details i think about. Some i wished or still hope show up in some form in the manhwa

Milaowm light novel Spoilers !!

In that one meal scene where Therdeo gives Pereshati his pudding then addresses Celphius who immediately is upset cuz he thinks Therdeo will take his pudding skkjsks

When Therdeo says he never went to a festival so Pereshati drags him around to hsve fun until the night ?????

^^ (So much fun Pereshati was sore ?? And servants thought they had a long night aljdksks but also?? What did they do that Pereshati is sore and Therdeo had fun too??? This was soo early in the series)

Kinda want to see some version of the teddy bear cake with Adeus in the manhwa

I think it's badass the Lapileons wear earrings to have 1 method in which they can defend themselves by pricking their hand, etc. (They do not wear jewelry in the manhwa which makes sense in that retelling)

I want to see Pereshati, on the ground, in a puddle of Therdeo's blood, hands and clothes stained in his blood from a severe seizure and suddenly struck with the possibility that he could die in the manhwa :) i need it

I think about Adeus running down the burning hills carrying Perry with his injured foot

"A rebel heard the call and came. " aaaaaaaaaaa what a way to reveal himself!

When countess Berdict was MIA, they sent out a knight paige to find more info and he got killed. I never feared so much for our best boy Sir Joseph in the manhwa until then 🫢😫

Therdeo kissing Pereshati's forehead to check for poison, not realizing what he did lol

In the latest chapters of the manhwa, Saoirse is among those who hasn't but should have something to say about Perry staying in these circumstances; In the light novel, Saoirse takes Perry on a trip to talk about her feelings

^^ So I think or hope she will take Pereshati aside in the manhwa to talk about how she feels being in the family; that Pereshati isnt staying solely to help the Lapileons but that she also wants to be in the family <3 i think their talk would be the final main conversation on this

Therdeo's coronation, but mainly when Therdeo knelts down before Pereshati in front of everyone signaling that she is more important than even the emperor and everyone kneels before her !! 😳🤭 jaw dropped at this

^^ (I'll be honest, not a big fan of Therdeo being emperor; he even says at some point he didn't like being in leadership positions. So I'm glad Seungu introduced the ambitious crown princess in the manhwa)

Pereshati slapping Princess Dodolea during the Hunting festival (fuck yeah)

Pereshati flipping a table on Harari, getting cake and tea everywhere and on her and walks away ( Harari was being rude and crossed the line but I thought flipping the table was wild lol they were at the academy. I was in shock haha)

Then like. 10 minutes later Countess Berdict asks that Perry accompany her to a location and Perry does so many precautions and i thought. Wow she's so reasonable oh yeah she flipped a table just earlier ksjdjsska

I need to see Pereshati with a dagger strapped to her leg 🙏

vv Okay so. This scene between Adeus and Therdeo... it's in the near end of the main story. Adeus tells Therdeo, smiling, "I do like her Grace, but to be honest, I like you, too."

And Therdeo says back, " Why thank you."

He smiled back, "But it's unfortunate. I'm not really interested in men."

Me :

Gay Rights ??? 🏳️‍🌈

This is a very hetero romance story but how easily he said that. Idk. Gays in this world??

Ive also never thought to put them together until right then alsjsksksls i know what u said Therdeo but it's happening in my head and Adeus and sir Raymon, too ^^

Pereshati beating Witch Dodolea with her own magic's logic :) it was pretty good

Celphius winking and holding a thumbs up at Pereshati after Therdeo repeatedly loses cool hearing the word lips and kiss akdhdksks

Lady Gloria patting Pereshati's head, kind of like what Therdeo did to Perry and i think about that a lot

Actually Perry willing to leave Adeus to the side of the road when they first met kahsjsks

Pereshati and Therdeo spending nights in the kitchen making meals together after the curse lifted 🥺❤️

I only read 1-2 chapters of the side stories.. but Therdeo baking the cake for Larissa's birthday 😭❤️❤️

[heartsoji]

haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

[user9715467]

omg can u do a part 2 to that last blurb about the serious rule-breaking? I wanna see how the whole thing ends (punishments, after care, etc)

Here you go, babe. I hope it's to your liking!

Part 1 is here.

Warnings: smut, fluffy aftercare, dom!harry

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"Now that you've eaten, and we've talked, it's time for consequences." Harry spoke calmly and casually, still rubbing circles into my back. "Want you upstairs. Completely naked."

"A-aren't you coming, too?"

"I'm sorry, are you questioning me?"

"No, sir. Never!"

"That's right. Off you go."

***

I walked into Harry's bedroom and looked around at its pristine condition. His colognes, rings, necklaces organized. His coat half-folded and laid out on a reading chair. His massive king-sized bed decked out with throw pillows and a sham, the bedding made of a thread count I probably didn't think could be possible.

Normally, when Harry ordered me to go and wait for him, I'd lay on my back on the bed. Today, however, I was feeling rather remorseful. I didn't think I deserved such luxuries as a cushy mattress and a comfortable surface. So, I decided I'd kneel by the foot of the bed as I wait for him. Just when I thought I had reached the depths of my submission, Harry always unlocked more within me.

I wasn't sure exactly how long Harry took to finally come upstairs. But the time I spent waiting for him was put to good use. I drove myself crazy wondering what he was going to do to me. Imagining his hands all over me, his voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. My imagination had primed and prepped me for him. I was already feeling submissive and sorry by the time he'd stepped foot in the room.

When Harry finally appeared in the doorway, he'd brought a variety of items along with him. A glass full of ice, a paddle, a belt, some clamps, and what looked like a drink of some sort. He set his torture tools on the nightstand and ambled over to me, smiling. Whether he was smiling to himself at what he had planned, or at me, I wasn't sure.

"On the floor this time." He observed. "You're always so full of surprises." Harry squatted so he was at eye level with me, reaching to cup my face with his hand.

I smiled at the compliment, pleased that he'd recognized my effort.

"Wipe that smile off your face, brat." His tone remained even and calm, not a difference between his compliment and his scolding. He leaned forward, locking his lips with mine, and kissing me slowly and surprisingly tenderly.

He broke away, forcing me to exercise every bit of self-restraint within me not to whine at the loss of his lips, and he stood up eyeing me from top to bottom, and walking contemplatively around me in a circle.

"What should I do with you, hm?" He asked, but I knew he was not looking for any input from me. I don't get a say in my own punishments.

"I mean, a quick caning won't do here. You've really fucked up this time, pet. Drove me mad with your behavior."

I parted my lips, ready to speak, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to explain myself further, to tell him that I was only doing it to protect him from having to see the needy, clingy side of me. I wanted to remain cool in his eyes. I liked the way that he saw me, thought of me, imagined me to be this strong and capable person. I didn't want to become too much. But, thankfully, I thought better of speaking. Still, the contrast between us made me feel small. He stood all, and walked around while I sat there, on my knees, completely still and afraid to move a hair; I was completely naked, my nipple hard and cunt wet with anticipation, while he remained entirely clothed. He had barely laid a finger on me and I was already flustered.

"I think..." He spoke mostly to himself, as if thinking out loud. " I want you to feel the way that I did when you broke all these rules..." He paused, finally looking down at me --literally lowering his gaze downwards to look me in the eyes-- with a knowing smile on his face. "When you broke all of my rules and then had the audacity to argue with me about it, raise your voice at me, and tell me to go away."

"I'm so sorry, sir." I squeaked, without thinking. Hearing the list of my offenses sent a stabbing pain to my chest. I was desperate to prove my repentance. I just needed the punishment to start already.

"Did I tell you you could speak?" He reached over and slapped me.

"Your actions caused me pain. And the fight, the argument, was nothing but disappointment."

"I-" Remembering that this wasn't really a conversation, I stopped myself from responding. Harry seemed to take note of my restraint, but chose to ignore it.

"Think 'pain' and 'disappointment' are good emotions to aim for in a punishment, no?"

With that, He pulled me off my kneels by the neck, and threw me onto the bed. "roll and bend over. Want your bum in the air. NOW."

The only way I knew he was going to spank me next was because he yelled out "Count." moments before hitting me with his belt.

"If you move, even an inch, so help me..." He gritted through his teeth. "This isn't gonna be easy. I'm not gonna stop til your bloody and bruised. You won't be sitting on your ass for a week. Believe me." I had no reason to doubt him. Especially because he already had me crying and writhing with this pace. Harry had never, ever hit me like that before. He always spaced things out, gave me a chance to adjust, started slow with my underwear still on, and gradually turned up the pace when he knew I was ready. Not tonight, though. Tonight, he did not care about my comfort. "It's a good think I've got two arms. Long night ahead of us."

When Harry was satisfied with the stinging cuts that his made-to-order leather belt had left on my skin, he moved on to the paddle. By then, I was wailing and crying, too unstable to keep count. That didn't seem to phase him though. He kept up the pain. Only ever letting up momentarily, to catch his breath or to switch arms. Eventually, my screaming cries turned into sniffles, then, having lost my voice, silent tears. I no longer jolted or jerked my body when he hit me. I lay there completely still, taking everything he had to give. My body felt numb, the pain was just peripherally perceptible, I was vaguely aware of my surroundings an what was happening, but my mind felt fuzzy. Like I was neither completely alert, not unconscious, but somewhere in the middle. The rhythm of the paddle hitting me at intervals was the only thing that kept me grounded. Then it all came to a stop.

"okay, flip over. On you back, c'mon." Harry's voice sounded far away, like it came from underwater, or behind a mask. My ears were probably just ringing. When it finally registered with me that he was giving me a command, I tried moving my shaky limbs to get into position, but I was finding it difficult to move.

"Hey, hey...hold on. You good?" Harry rounded the bed and sat right next to me. "Let me see your face, come on, babe, turn around for me....there you are. How are we feeling?"

I simply nodded.

"I'm gonna need words, baby, what's your color?"

"G-reen."

Harry smiled. Though my vision was blurry, his smile was all I needed to try harder to get back to my body. He grabbed a water bottle, capped it, and put it to my lips. "Just take a sip before we carry on."

"Now that the pain portion of your punishment is done, we get into the disappointment. And this one's really fun....well, it is for me anyway."

Harry had tied my hands above my head, my feet spread apart, gagged, and blind-folded me.

"I get to sit here, with my little drink, in my comfortable bed, and you...get to suffer for me."

His fingers felt cold between my folds, sending a shiver through me and making me gasp.

"Just wet enough. perfect." He let out a satisfied hum before I felt him move around, and the vibrator snug against my clit.

"Fuuckkk" I mumbled against the gag.

"you know the rules, honey. You ask before you cum."

For the rest of the night, Harry sat there, watching my body shake, writhe, and struggle against the restraints, and urged me to beg louder and louder with my incoherent words being swallowed by the gag before reaching his ears. Eventually, he got tired of the "what's that? I can't quite here you, you're gonna have to be clearer" game, and moved on to other tricks. The first wave of orgasms that hit me, he'd add nipple clamps right as he told me to "go ahead and cum" completely ruining the pleasure for me. Then he'd pull the clamps off, one by one, and dare me to cum with the pain. When he finally took pity on my sensitive nipples, I thought that meant that he was finally going to let me cum in peace, but he only switched over to ice. He grabbed one cube at a time, waited for me to reach my peak, beg for permission, then he'd drop the ice on my body. Sometimes even playing with it, moving it around as I jerked and attempted to move away, pulling against my restraints and begging him to please stop when I would inevitably fail to move. Harry was mostly quiet throughout all this. Occasionally chuckling, amused by my predicament, or the noises that his torture cause, or mocking me, calling me "a poor helpless whore," "his weak little baby," a "pleasure hungry brat." And if it ever seemed to him that I was drifting off into my own head, he would slap my face, asking me to mumbled something back to him, to make sure I was still alert.

I understood exactly what he meant by 'disappointment' I had not a single full, pleasurable orgasm all night. Not even after he removed the vibrator, turned it off, untied my hands, and worked me up with his tongue (which felt like heaven, and a huge relief, after the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator had destroyed me). He lapped, licked, and kissed at me until he'd felt me start to clench, then he simply...just...backed away.

I have no idea how long all of that lasted, or why it ended when it did. But, at long last, Harry decided that my punishment was over.

***

We stayed in his bed a while before he asked anything of me. All he did was hold my sweaty, clammy, naked body in his arms, move my hair away from my face and whisper quietly and gently in my ear as U lay there, completely out of it, not even comprehending half his words. When I started to come back down, still panting and shaking, but somewhat alert he was telling me what a good girl I'd been for him, how proud he was of my resilience, how beautiful he thought I looked right now....

***

At some point, I felt him carry me into a bathtub full of warm water. Though when he'd prepared it and how, I wasn't quite sure. I must have temporarily suspended his hearing with how loud I screamed when my injured butt made contact with the water. "It's...it's okay. It's okay. Look, it'll help. Just wanna make sure the cuts don't get infected. I'll bandage it up I promise just let me clean you first." He forced me down, though it didn't take much force. True to his word, he did, in fact, get undressed and joined me in the bath to wash me.

It was about 2 am when I laid on my stomach for him as he applied some kind of disinfectant liquid to the prickles and cut on my ass, and stuck various bandages on them. I'd barely said two words to him all night. I really wanted to say "thank you" or "I'm sorry" or anything at all, but it was hard to translate my thoughts into words in that state, so I stayed there, on my stomach, as he kissed on my gently, rubbed my sore arms where the restraints had been, and made sure I was relaxed.

Harry had decided that having a follow up conversation wouldn't go well tonight, and we'd do better to try that in the morning, so for the rest of the night, He hand fed me whatever fruits he had in his fridge, while I stared at the tv, too fuzzy to follow a storyline, and focused on the feeling of his gentle kisses to my forehead and temple, until I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

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

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

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

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[grumpy-zane]

'The Party' - Scruffshipping

'Get me the hell out of here...' Ronin thinks as his weaving became more frantic.

So maybe it wasnt the smartest idea to sneak into a fancy party right next door to the place he 'aquired an item' from, it seemed so at the time but by now the police were around combing through. Thankfully the building was big, it would buy him enough time to plot out an escape route... if the authorities didnt already have REX surrounded.

"Hell," Ronin glanced out of a passing window as he climbed up the stairs to the second floor. "No quick way out, no REX," he pushed a large door closed behind him and hid out into a suit closet, "why did I do this in the first place."

And it was then he realized the buzzing in his pocket. It was Dareth, informing him that he would be late to the date, typical. This time Ronin was glad for it at least, although it was a reminder that this fiasco he was in was because he wanted to *get* Dareth something.

He didn't even *know* if the man wore earrings or not, and these ones were heavy in his pocket.

'I'll be late too.' Ronin replied, siking down into the clothes.

The meatballs popped up on the screen almost immediately. 'r u OK'

'Yeah just caught up'

'should i can it?'

Can it? That was the last thing he wanted to do, but it seemed inevitable... unless...

'Dareth I need an out im hiding at a party and i need a distraction'

'WHAT' Ronin could practically hear his exasperated tone. 'R U STEALING RN'

'Will talk later pls pick me up for our date XOXO ;)' Ronin sent him a location ping before stuffing his phone back in his pocket. Hiding in a closet wasnt exactly ideal, what he needed to do was blend in until Dareth showed up- it couldn't be that hard right?

And thankfully the room was dark and unoccupied, closed off for the party. The first thing he put on was a hat that clashed with his off green suit. It was the only thing he wanted to put on, but he would have to do better than that.

The door closed behind him again as the dark teal boots stamped their way down the wooden landing. They matched the teal coat he wore, and the copper bowtie around the neck. He really should have gone with black, but the colour wasnt that pronounced as he stood on his own.

In a sea of people, however, he felt like a sore thumb.

"Drink, sir?" One of the catering waitors offered a platter.

"Ah, no thanks." No use doing that right now.

A woman approached him, "why Ive never seen you before- care to dance?"

"Err, sure," Ronin smiled and let her take him. The two stepped about and twirrled to the waltz, something he was glad Dareth taught him how to do. Who knew it would come in handy?

"Tell me about yourself, your eye." She offered, "you look like a man with a lot of stories."

He caught a glimpse of a guest speaking to an officer, who pointed towards his general direction. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he pulled her around towards the back of the dancing bodies, "would you believe me if I said I'm in the middle of one now?"

She laughed, "oh? And what role do you play?"

"The one who got away," he spun her close before spinning her out and letting go.

She gave him an odd look before suddenly looking apologetic and stepping back into the dance. He watched her, confused, before turning around and nearly running into another woman.

This one stood taller than him, especially in heals, and narrowed her eyes as she read him. She was espcially sparkly in her tight red dress and star-shaped earrings, the faux feather scarf framing her neck and face. "Um-" Ronin started but was abruptly hushed. She walked her two nails up his nose while her other hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the crowd.

'This was getting weird, where's Dareth?' Ronin asked himself as he looked around. As he did so, he noted that they were being followed- closed in on. The woman's footsteps became faster until she was practically draggign him behind like a ragdoll. Ronin stumbled and was pushed aside to the left by her. He scrambled and wound up by the enterance, below the eye-line of anyone looking over.

The woman turned around and Glared at the officer that approached her, standing taller than him and staring him down. Whatever the officer was telling her, she wasn't having any of it.

Ronin slipped through the door and spotted the brown and gold motorcycle parked between a few cars, a helmet just waiting to cover his face. He smiled and fitted it on, taking out his phone to text Dareth that he was outside, but was stopped by a familiar set of nails.

Ronin slowly looked up at her, frozen.

"Hey," an offputting and familiar masculine voice escaped her smile, "nice suit, colours look good."

"Dareth!?" Ronin shouted, "I didn't know you- since when did you-"

"Mama's pride," he kissed the feather scarf and started up the bike, "never lets me down. Come on Roni, lets go get Dinner."

[hnychn]

KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!

SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym

WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real

⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS

⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party

⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀

⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team

⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow

⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc

⇀ "bring your own cups"

⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼

⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .

⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks

⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼

⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol

⇀ it was surprisingly easy

⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡

⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴

⇀ not me simping over you 🤺

⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT

⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-

⇀ . . . 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ "y/n. . ."

⇀ "yes? 🤠"

⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"

⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."

⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"

⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽‍���️

⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL

⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies

⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫

⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-

⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁

⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"

⇀ because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk

⇀ and she was right 💅🏽

⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.

⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?

⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-

⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk

⇀ and you- good god

⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.

⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk

⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫

⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.

⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG

⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼

⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup

⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"

⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs

⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just

⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"

⇀ SO YOU DO

⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM

⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN

⇀ and holy fuck-

⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴

kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.

despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.

you smirked.

kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.

"see something you like, kitten?"

kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.

your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.

your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.

but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."

⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫

⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good

⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight

⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes

⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully

⇀ you smiled down at him

"it's already 2021, huh?"

kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.

eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.

"yeah. . . i guess. . ."

you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.

"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"

kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."

5 . . .

you smiled, "really?"

you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.

4 . . .

"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.

you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"

you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."

3 . . .

"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.

2 . . .

"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.

1 . . .

"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.

kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.

"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.

what a way to start the new years.

⇀ everything after that was a blur

⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him

⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.

⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁

⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't

⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed

⇀ me 🤡

⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep

⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms

taglist:: @stickystrawberrysyrup @420-uwu @nvthvlyy @kaiwai @goshizaki-jun @thetrash-mammal @dprhvn @bakuhore

a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something

[rose-sereniteeth]

[1] A scandal @ Seventeen’s

[Sereniverse]: [1]

Pairing: dom!Jeonghan, dom!Joshua, switch!Hoshi x sub!reader, (Chan cameo :3)

Word count: 1.8k

Genre & Warnings: kinda idol!au, poly!seventeen, crack, sexual themes, suggestive, maybe smut if I ever write it, sir kink if u squint, explicit language

Summary: In which the boys look way too tasty after a formal appointment and you just can't hide your feelings, leading to Joshua, Hoshi and Jeonghan showing you how good they can make you feel.

A/N: this is the first thing I really ever wrote plus the first time I’m posting shits on tumblr so pls don’t kill me :) I’m proud! Confident enough to post it... Imma prolly add the spicy part at some point, I just don’t know when yet and I’ll also not guarantee anything. Anyways I hope u enjoy this non-proofread piece of text :3 ~B

Inspired by:

"I want Hoshi's lips on my neck real bad traveling to my shoulder and collar bones and leaving marks on their way"

You felt him right behind you and you could hear the smirk in his voice "Hey there, little kitty." He stepped even closer and couldn't stop himself from touching you, his hands now resting on your hips. Your heart stopped as you kept staring at Joshua who had just leaned back in his chair, dashing smile evident on his lips. Though it was more smug than usual.

Hoshi's right hand crept up from your hip over your chest to grab your chin and tilt your head a little to the side. You felt his chest press to your back. He just wanted a taste. He lowered his head to your shoulder and used his free hand to push your hoodie away from it. He glanced at Joshua, whose smile faded slowly as he was instead biting his bottom lip when Hoshi started placing small, feather-light kisses to your skin.

He worked his way from your shoulder up to your neck, where he started nipping at the skin. Your eyes fluttered shut and you had to use all your strength to not sigh and completely melt into Hoshi's touch. You tried to steady your senses by grabbing onto Hoshi's hand that was still bending your head to the side but the quietly seated Joshua, who was watching Hoshi's every move intently, enjoying your reactions, didn't approve of that "Tssk, don't let her do that, she is not in control."

Following the elder's instructions, Hoshi took his hand from your jaw briefly to grab both of your wrists and hold them behind your back with just his left hand. As you tried tugging yourself free timidly Hoshi grabbed your jaw with his now free right hand again harshly. His voice was right next to your ear now, low and intimidating "Don't even think about it, little Kitty."

You whimpered at his words which, apparently, wasn't enough for Joshua, who seemed to be in charge of the whole situation. In the blink of an eye he stood right before you, tilting your head with his thumb and index finger so you had to look at him. Hoshi's hand had shifted and had now settled on your neck as he didn't stop marking your skin. A small noise left your lips as he delivered one particularly harsh suck to your delicate skin. Joshua came even closer. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke "Didn't Hoshi tell you something?" He still smiled and you wondered how someone could look as angelic and yet intimidating as him. "I will punish you if you don't answer him soon, Sweetpea." His words sent shivers down your spine and heat to your core as you mumbled a little "Yes". 

"I couldn't hear you, Princess." Joshua's low voice made him even more intimidating than he already was as he stared down at you intensely. "Y-yes" you repeated, louder this time but not as strong as you had hoped. "Yes what?" He asked. 

"Yes.. Sir." 

Your brain momentarily short circuited at what you had just said and it didn't help that Joshua pressed a small kiss of approval to your hairline before getting back into his seat.

"Now be a good girl and let us have our way with you." He added, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sir." Joshua smiled at your obedience. "Just like that. Good Kitty."

You didn't even notice that Hoshi had let go of your wrists, his hand moving down your belly now when suddenly the door opened and a very clueless Chan entered the room, originally wanting to get his charger. As he saw you standing in front of Joshua, Hoshi behind you, holding you in place, he stopped dead in his tracks. His surprised stare quickly turned into a cheeky grin, winking at Joshua first and then looking at Hoshi, whose hand had stopped creeping downwards and whose merciless lips gave your already marked skin a break for a moment.

A soft "Fuck" left Chan's lips at the sight of you at Hoshi's and Joshua's mercy. You looked at him hazily, panting.

He shot a grin to Joshua and backed out of the room with a sly smirk to let them continue what they had started with you. 

Hoshi gave Joshua a questioning look as he waited for the go of his Hyung. It made you question what they had done in the past; how this hierarchy had formed. When Joshua gave a quick "Go on, Hoshi" you almost moaned at the stern tone in his voice. 

Hoshi then turned you around so you were facing him and slowly walked towards you. You backed off as far as you could but your back soon hit the wall behind you. Hoshi came impossibly close. He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face which caused your heart to skip a beat when suddenly the door sprung open yet again and an extremely good-looking Jeonghan entered the room. "I heard you were having fun without me." "Seems like the kid talked, huh?" Joshua stated with a smirk.

Jeonghan wore a black dress shirt, unlike the white ones Hoshi and Joshua were wearing. All of the boys had dressed formally today and you had almost drooled earlier when you saw them in their suits and dress shirts, trying your best to not gawk at them like a teenage fangirl. Needless to say that you failed miserably which ultimately led to the situation you were in right now. 

Jeonghan stood next to Joshua now, both of the men that had tortured you for the last minutes looking at him expectantly. It was an understatement to say that you were scared. Mostly for your sanity. Jeonghan took a moment to look at the state you were in, before he chuckled. The sound made the small hairs on your arms stand. 

His next words made you wonder whether you were in hell or in heaven. Probably something in between.

"Joshua, please close the door for me. Hoshi, put this on her eyes." Jeonghan said as he crossed the room, sitting down in the big armchair across from the bed. He loosened his black tie and Hoshi wasted no time fetching it from him, returning back to you.

Joshua immediately got up and closed the door, returning to his seat right after. A thank you was heard from the man that had just entered the room.

At the same time Hoshi turned back to you, a cocky grin on his plump lips as he took your hand to pull you to the middle of the room. You were standing right before Jeonghan now who watched you like a predator stalking his prey. 

You felt Hoshi's body right behind you as he blindfolded you with the tie he had been given. As he did so, he placed wet kisses on your neck and shoulders and you shuddered under his touch. 

"Good boy, Hoshi" you heard Jeonghan coo when Hoshi had finished what he was told. 

"Now what should we do with this little dessert in front of us?" Jeonghan questioned next. 

"Hmm," Joshua said, "she has been good for us, but not good enough yet. I believe the little Tiger should turn her into a little whiny mess, cumming on his fingers, making her beg for more." The smile was still evident in his honey-like voice but you thought to yourself that the cute and sweet Joshua you knew must have been replaced by a demon.

You could hear Jeonghan shift in his seat. "That sounds like a grand idea, Joshua, but I would want to make one simple change…" he said. "I will make her writhe and shiver, turn her into a little whiny mess and make her cum all over my fingers."

Your soul left your body.

"But-" you heard Hoshi try to protest but he was quickly cut off by Joshua "Aish! No complaining Hoshi or did you forget what happened last time?" If it wasn't for the blindfold you would have seen Hoshi's eyes widen as he remembered just what had happened last time he talked back at his Hyungs. "N-no, I- no, I did not forget. I'm… sorry. I'm sorry! Sounds like a good plan!!" He stuttered.

"Thought so" was all Joshua had to say to that, his attention shifting to you again. 

"(Y/N), Pumpkin, come here, sit in my lap." Jeonghan said, standing up to help you find him. He took your hand gently and led you in the direction of his seat. Your heart hammered in your chest like it wanted to jump out as he sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest. 

Hoshi made a small noise from where he stood and you could hear Joshua's sweet voice cooing at him "Hoshi love, c'mere baby." 

///

About three hours later Joshua was carrying you down the staircase. You clung onto him as if you were scared he might disappear as he comforted you with his sweet words and kissed your face and hair over and over again, telling you how good you had done for them.

They had wrecked you completely. You were sure that you had never felt as good before as they made you feel. You would for sure remember that night and you would probably have a hard time walking straight for a while.

When Jeonghan opened the door to the main living area you were met with ten very curious pairs of eyes. They had heard everything. Every noise you made and every moan that escaped your lips. 

"Jesus, what did you do to her?" Minghao questioned the three men that were bringing you to Joshua's bedroom as he stood up quickly, looking at your small form. Hoshi couldn't stop a small smile from spreading over his face, saying "Ah.. You know.. this and that.." as he scratched the back of his head. 

"Her neck is completely red and purple..!" Woozi stated excitedly.

Mingyu, who was seated on the sofa to the right, crossed his arms "And you didn't even tell me! I've wanted to do that for ages!!" He cried out, scandalized. 

Now it was Vernon's turn to stand up. He crossed the room and brushed your disheveled hair out of your face. "Are you okay? Is she okay, guys?" He first asked you and then the other three. He was a bit worried even if he knew he didn't have to be. Even though you didn't really have your senses under control and couldn't open your eyes properly, you heard his question and felt the need to answer "Mmmh, yes Sir. 'M good."

Hearing that, Seungkwan spat the tea he had just been sipping across the room. ���YES WHAT???” He was the one looking scandalized now. 

[everafterkeiji]

Song: Getting Over You by Lauv

Summary: Unexpected things happen all the time but meeting him was one of the best parts of it.

Pairings: Atsumu Miya x gn!reader

Word count: 7.1k

Tags, Genre: implied enemies to semi lovers! trope, slight angst, curse words, timeskip! Atsumu

A/N: pls i didn't intend to change it last minute but pls let me know if u liked it cuz im still having second thoughts <3

“No- I’m sorry.” Atsumu says as you felt your heart snap and break into two distant pieces. You already limited your expectations but there was a miniature amount of hope that you held onto and that was when you should’ve lost your grip.

“It’s fine, ‘Tsumu.”

It obviously wasn’t. No matter how loud the cries of your heart were, what mattered to you in this moment was to forget it ever happened- to run away and never face another failed trial of love. Atsumu can see past your smile and he hated the way it had to end in a way he avoided. There would be a time where his feelings would be up to confrontation but when it finally happened, he’d became a coward.

He was late to realize what the outcomes could lead to. How certain was he that your paths would meet again? How was he sure that he can revert this scenario in a better way that he wanted when you were losing your hold onto him?

“I have to go but it was nice knowing you, Miya.” Your lips were tugged in a weak smile while he questions why his body lacked the power to move but what resumes to play in his mind was the way his name escaped your lips like it was a curse to say it.

Turning your heel, there was an ache in Atsumu’s head. Was it regret? His decisions tied in knots? His emotions unable to declutter themselves? Hesitantly, he reaches for you. His hand wrapped around yours as you glanced down on his soft skin you used to despise to get near to.

His eyes told you stories that were hard to decipher all at once. His stories didn’t start with a setting, it started and ended with you, not a single page where you weren’t there but it seems like the chapters you had in your own story were being torn off to erase the traces of false hope.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry.” He whispers while you felt his hand tighten to make sure that you could stay- even if it lasted for a minute because he wasn’t sure fate could spare you two another moment.

But then, you softly removed his hold on you while the cold sweat runs down his forehead.

“It’s okay, ‘Tsumu. We were just never meant for each other.”

We could’ve been.

-

“Thank you for your time.” You bid the player as both bow each other as a way of manner. You gathered your bag as the athlete turns to you with a kind smile.

“I enjoyed the interview. I’m impressed at how prepared and professional you are. How long have you been doing this?” He asks, adjusting his outfit while you toss your bag on your shoulder with your camera slung around your neck.

“There was a journalism club back in my high school and I joined in ever since I was a first year.”

“You’re in college now?”

“Yes, sir.” He chuckles at your formality while he gives a pat to your shoulder.

“That’s good to hear. Goodluck with everything- I believe that you’ve got bright things ahead of you.” Your heart fluttered at the compliment while you bid your goodbyes. You step out of the hotel feeling the satisfaction hit you like a prize. The report can finally be simplified into a few more subtle fixes and maybe by 1am, you’d be able to present it to your professor without doubting your work.

Sighing happily, you decided to reward yourself to a lovely lunch with a view you often visited due to a reminiscent feeling that bubbles in your system. After ordering, you sat outside admiring the way the sun sets and leaves a lasting beauty before the moon shows.

The stress was fading from you. You had expected that the project would’ve taken weeks for you to finish knowing that some retired athletes usually avoid questions to why they left the sport they used to love. You had called a few, a struck of confidence was enough to make you do so but they often cancel your request because they either paid attention to your young age or because they weren’t ready to be asked such personal questions about them. You were lucky to score and interview with a well-known athlete whose had his fair share of the spotlight during his early 20’s. Sadly, his retirement was due to an accident and his weak body levels couldn’t bare the adrenaline of the sport. He was kind, patient, and understanding. Ever since he agreed, your attention was on the questions you’d lay upon him seeing that this was an opportunity you can’t waste. After gathering some of his past glories, you narrowed down your interrogation on what remains important to benefit the topic of your project. You were more than proud because of the compliment he had given you and the fact that you might be able to catch a break after a hectic week.

Opening your camera and flicking through the photos to decide on which you were going to use. Suddenly, a photo meets your sight. The peak of blonde and gray hair with a uniform that you missed.

The Inarizaki Volleyball Team.

Most especially, him.

A few years has passed since you’ve seen him and his brother. Osamu’s last interaction with you was filled with nothing but sweet memories and a hug that you could never forget the warmth of, while Atsumu’s last memory with you remained bittersweet- like a sour flavor in his tongue that never left. You tried too hard to forget fragments of your time with him but because of how much work you put yourself through, you lost time to reflect on the moments that didn’t hurt.

Half of your high school life was compressed into confusing parts of your story.

But the chapter that seems to be the most influential part of it, was where you got to meet the blonde who has stomped on your heart.

It was funny to be remembered as a person who had the guts to sneeze during the great Miya setters serve.

“Achoo!”

You immediately cover your face with your handkerchief as your sneeze echoed through the gym making Atsumu’s hand lose its power because he was stunned by the sound, the ball hitting the net instead as he almost hits Aran who was wide eyed that ball went his way. The team could hear Osamu’s ‘uh-oh’ and it was enough for them to know what the setter feels after the unfortunate event.

Atsumu grits his teeth as the other team cheers knowing they got the score while his head jolts to the crowd, aggressively searching for the one who messed up his serve. Even eyeing his fans who got scared by the way he turned his head in their direction.

Meanwhile, you’ve got glares surrounding you as your friend nudges you, letting out an exhale of disbelief that you’ve got death stares.

“We’ll get the next point ‘Tsumu, don’t worry.” Osamu says landing a hand to his brothers' shoulder while Atsumu readies himself for the serve of the opposite team.

“Whatever.”

After that certain match, Atsumu was more than determined to hunt down whoever caused the flunk of his serve. Silly as it is, he’s never heard someone dare to speak during his serve. He’d always let out a hand signal for them to be quiet- let it be known that if someone spoke, he’d be fine with it but a whole sneeze? He’d never let it go, especially when it resonated in his ears.

So, imagine the look on his face when he hears the exact same sound when he was just stopping by his locker.

“Fucking dust.” You said sniffling as you closed the door to your locker, and you were face to face with a wide-eyed Miya Atsumu holding out his finger and pointing it to you, as if he was accusing you of murder.

“It’s you!” He shouts making you raise your eyebrow at him, but the raise of his voice had intimidated you.

“What?” You asked him, not finding a single clue on whatever he was pertaining to.

“You messed up my serve by sneezing.” He says in the tone of ‘as-a-matter-of-fact’ making you lick your lips, a hand to your hip as you looked at him.

“I’m not apologizing for something I can’t control.” You were completely baffled by this man. Sure, you were his classmate, but this was your first year and you barely cared to take notice of all of them, only focusing on your school group that had you busy.

“You could’ve held it for like 2 more seconds at least.” You blinked before letting out a tired exhale as you eye him up and down. The setter of the school's volleyball team, you were aware of that because of how many matches you’ve been dragged to, but he’s never come up to you before.

This was a whole other introduction.

“Miya, right?” You asked him as he steps forward, looking down on you with a sly smirk.

“I guess I’m sorry.”

Atsumu stays silent for a few seconds but returns to his angry pout as he continues to stare at you.

“What’s your name?” Atsumu asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Y/N.”

From thereon, it looked like your life’s plot had spiked up. Atsumu was- you could call it as a miscalculation. Someone so loud and had his ego constantly fed was not someone you would stick around due to your strict schedule of balancing schoolwork and papers from your club. It was like a bump in the road wherein the objects in your car would’ve been juggled around because of the impact- that's what it felt like. Thinking that two years would’ve passed by like a breeze, time slowed down with him. The constant bickering and arguments were embedded in you like a tattoo. The way his cackle would echo through your ears when he’d struck a nerve to you, the way he’d purposely call you nicknames you swore you hated, to the same jokes can be dragged on for hours, and how every fiber of your body promised you’d leave when you’ve had enough.

But promises were always broken.

You stuck around and he did too. Atsumu provided you with his trust and company whenever you needed it. It’s a pleasant experience but it surely wasn’t at its best. What comes with it were headaches and harsh words but having a person who knew you until graduation and stayed was a different reason. He was a familiar, a person who isn’t a call away when you needed it but being in their presence would give you a pinch of comfort.

Maybe the only thing you can thank Atsumu for is getting to know his twin brother.

You accidentally sent a text to Osamu about you panicking about a missing file to be passed the following day and Osamu was up and ready to help you locate it. After finding it, you decided to treat him for being a life saver and he of course, was having the time of his life for the free food- it was also his favorite restaurant at that moment. During this time, you’ve got to talk more about each other. Months pass now Osamu and you were way better friends than you and his brother.

You and Osamus’ bond were the type that was just so serene, hardly any type of judgement when you’d bring up a problem, and all secrets were kept tight.

Osamu was the shoulder you can lean on, while Atsumu’s would shove your head away when you do so.

Your friendship drifted away when Atsumu stabbed your heart with the words “No.” and “I’m sorry.” You hesitated that day, to dial Osamu’s phone the way you used to, but it never happened. Your sobs muffled your voice and if you called him, he’d never understand a word that you’d say.

The opposite is that Osamu would understand everything.

Because you and Atsumu mirrored the same amount of pain.

He’d never seen his brother so- ruined. Atsumu’s thin walls didn’t shield his shouts of sorrow while Osamu withstood every bit of the torture show his brother had. Checking him on the next day, the setter was fast asleep with bags under his eyes and a red nose, clutching onto his pillow so tightly.

Osamu knew that day that the damage has been done and not a single band aid would mend the two shattered hearts.

-

Atsumu strolls to the around looking for a restaurant along with his teammates. The sun has fully set making the streets of Japan light up with how busy and crowded they were. Bokuto and Hinata were busy pointing at stands that had their favorite slabs of meat while Sakusa trails behind them with a mask, wanting to be removed from the push of people. As the eyes of the blonde land on a certain stand with multiple notes stuck onto a board, he smiles fondly. He then sees two kids running with smiles on their lips as they held each other's hand, obviously excited to explore the night.

“Come on, don’t be a wuss.” Atsumu says as you rolled your eyes and thought hard about his hand that was held out in front of you. Atsumu grunts before taking your hand in his before you could even decide properly. You followed his lead as he walked you through the sea of people. You were nervous that he had left practice to accompany you. Observing you from afar, you looked devastated, but you continued the rest of the day with a smile like nothing happened. Seeing that you looked dull talking to Karou, he pulled you away from whatever void of sadness you surrounded yourself in.

“Atsumu shouldn’t you be at practice?” You asked sighing, still with his hand in yours as you stopped by a stand.

“I should be but whatever that Karou did is obviously hurting you, you idiot.” Your eyes widened at his statement and this reaction confirmed his suspicions as anger forms inside of him. What could that boy have done to get you this upset? Did he physically hurt you? Atsumu hated how he cared- it wasn’t his business to meddle with but the frown on your lips was something he wanted to remove from you.

“Thank you.” You muttered as he buys you the same thing he ordered. He sees how you weren’t as colorless as before. The lights of the night brought saturation to your features as his eyes adored every feature of yours.

“It’s nothing.”

“Atsumu-san?” Hinata asks, tapping the boy on the shoulder while the blonde awakens from his escape.

Atsumu looks around once more, seeing that there wasn’t a trace of you, he moves on.

Like he was supposed to do in the first place.

-

“For our new assignment, why don’t we take the vice versa of your last project. Retirement is inescapable but why not find the reason they’d got into the sport. What makes it so exhilarating and unforgettable? That will be our topic this week. I’m giving you a week for interviews, photos, and articles. Video format is more suited for this task. Is that clear?” You all nodded as you wrote down the list of possible athletes to meet, jotting down an outline of some key points to remember.

“A tip for you all: look for the younger generations. It doesn’t matter to me what status the athlete stands in right now, it could be a friend or even a child. What I’m looking for the depths of the details in your research.” The professor stands making all of you bid him goodbye as he walks out of the room. You gathered your notebooks, sighing that you won’t have the time to properly rest- an exam was near right at the submission of your new task. You realized that you needed to sort out the things you were required to do before everything would pile up and get tangled in the short amount of time.

Who should I interview? God, everyone is so busy at this season. You thought. It’s true- you realized that matches were always lined up by this month. You also had classes to attend to and your mind could collapse at any given moment. You were more than worried about organizing your time properly but the feeling that you’d have several sleepless nights haunts you. You wished he could have extended the submission- though it didn’t get any better since after exams you tended to be drained from studying all night.

Going back to your apartment, you decided to put sticky notes all over your wall to help you sort out your priorities. Tomorrow would be Saturday meaning that you’ve done all the works to be passed on Monday and that you had zero meetings or classes. Saturday and Sunday would be divided to work parts, by Monday you should be up and running to work again.

You couldn’t let go of this group. It had given you countless of opportunities- even an offering to be an editor at a well-known magazine agency. You were in queue for the letter, so you decided to continue with the tasks of the group. You were thankful that you got used to the craziness of it all. The ability to multitask, to put the phone down once in a while, managing your time, those were just one of the benefits of getting used to it. The things you hated was that you barely had time for yourself. To lounge and just do nothing never met with what you were doing. You envied how some people from your group would plan some hang outs during a busy week and you always questioned how they managed to do it all without panicking.

You yawned as you felt your stomach growl at the scent of the delicious street food. Seeing that you fell short on money because the amount that was in your wallet was enough for your way home, it meant you’d have to wait to eat dinner until you came home. Letting out a groan you decided to walk your way even if you get shoved. God, you were starving and exhausted. The emotions were starting to fill you the more you moved. It didn’t help that everyone was so loud. You could hear the sound of the cackles from the drunken men in the corner, the cries of the baby that brought irritation to your eardrums and even the off-key singing of a (possibly) drunk girl at karaoke. You just wanted to cover your ears and crawl back to your bed not caring if you’d only be able to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep.

As you walked, you felt a boiling pile of liquid drip to your stomach making you let out a yelp as your clothes were drenched in the coffee stain that you despised. The liquid got to your skin making you wince at just how it impacted on your skin. You felt your eyes water as the woman tried to pat away the drink but instead made it worse because you wanted the fabric to be away from you as possible- which was the opposite of what she was doing.

“Oh my god- I'm so sorry.” She kept saying while patting your abdomen while you tried to wave her off, but she kept going making the tears flow from your eyes as you chose to walk away, covering your face at how humiliated you were. You sobbed in your hands as you bumped into someone before removing them from your face to find a bench to sit on but seeing that people were already turning their heads to look at you, you’ve had enough already.

Finally finding your bus stop, you sat down burying your face in the palm of your hands sobbing as your mind replays how you’ve made a fool out of yourself for the last time. Everything was going terribly and you didn’t know how to control it without losing your cool. Sure, you’ve managed to escape the people but the feeling is still badly glued to you.

“Is everything okay?”

Someone asks but the voice became a blur to you because you were so focused on your sobs and the unstable breathing.

“Go away.” You whispered but there was a weight added to your left side as you kept your face hidden behind your hands.

“I shouldn’t have asked.” The man says looking down before standing up to leave the bench, making you intake in a sharp exhale, relieved he left.

“Why does everything have to be so fucking difficult? How am I gonna interview a volleyball player at this state?” You rambled on thinking that guy has exited your business and was free from companion.

“I mean- we’re not close- but I’m a volleyball player?”

You wiped your eyes as your heart started to run a mile now that you’ve familiarized yourself with his voice.

Lifting your head, there in front of you was the one thing that your heart had wished to see.

“Atsumu?”

His eyes widen as his chest expands, his heart growing ten times bigger than it was while it beats like a drum on heavy metal song.

“Y/N- I didn’t know- wow.” Breathless, speechless, weak- those were the words that defined your emotions. You wanted to pass out- to act like you just mistaken him for a person but he was real and you had a hard time believing it.

“Atsumu?" God, he missed it. The way his name would fall of those taunting lips of yours. The tone in your voice leading him back to the memories that he couldn’t push away.

You had to believe it. There was no other way that your starvation can make you this delusional. You called his name like you were unsure that he was ever real- like a character your brain had developed to cope with your sorrows. You dared to touch him, maybe if you did it would be a wisp of air but you were scared that if you reached out to him, you could feel his skin and remember how you wanted it to be within your grasp all the time.

Perhaps it’s a dream but this time you’d never want to wake up if this was the only way you can be together.

“Y/N..I- how are you?” How could he manage to act so civil? Your presence shocked him like electricity in his veins, pumping his heart at an unusual speed. His voice was unsteady and low, experiencing the same thoughts like you.

It’s like he was dragged back to your last encounter. Seeing your eyes filled with so much agony and how you looked so torn from his rejection, it’s the same look that you had now. It’s like his eyes were playing a risky game with him but he couldn’t complain since he’s been wanting to see you ever since you let go.

“Well, I’m burned-out that’s for sure.” You said with a light chuckle as he sits back down, wondering if it’d be alright to be close to you.

“What’s this interview about?” He asks, fiddling with the strings of his jacket while you tore your eyes away from him because you knew the admiration for him would erupt anytime soon.

“What got athletes into the sport in the first place.” Atsumu places his finger under his chin, thinking deeply about what offer he just made.

It’d mean that he could be in the same room with you for more than the hours he spent crying to himself but why waste the chance? You needed it- heck you wouldn’t be this distraught if you weren’t so affected by it. There was a never-ending list of things to do but meeting with Atsumu wasn’t even in your list of expectations because you were over with hoping into something that takes a miracle.

But he is the miracle.

“Atsumu..I don’t want you to see me like this.” You said, looking down on your hands that were on your lap, letting your hair fall in front of you to avoid his concerned gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in years, this is not what I planned to look like when I first see you.” Atsumu feels his heart frown at how low you spoke of yourself, but he understood. If you saw him in the state that you were in right now, he too would feel like he could’ve done or look better, even at least handle the situation without crumbling apart.

He knew you were in a troubled place of your mind but he just wonders where you could talk about why everything fell apart.

He missed the way it was casual to talk to you. Maybe an insult as a greeting, or a flick to the arm but he never expected to talk to you with his heart dropping in your hands. He just couldn’t forget the way you’d let him go that day during graduation, it’s almost like the sensation was still lingering around his palm even if he held a ball.

He just wished he said yes, only then, you’d be meant for each other.

“Do you mean it?” You asked sighing, not baring the weight of his silence. The pace of his heart quickens as he starts to worry if this was the confrontation that he held back all these years.

“The interview.” He was more than glad to do it. He was thankful that you weren’t talking about the bad memories or the circle of tension you two were in.

He looks at you while another strike was given to his heart seeing you this way. He’d do everything to bring back the color in your features.

“Of course.”

You smiled at his words as you both stand up but you felt conscious about the stain that was still stuck to your shirt making you desperately try to hide it by pulling your bag to the messed up section. Atsumu didn’t know that the person he had followed was the same person that got coffee dipped down on them. He didn’t recognize you at first because you had your hands covering your cries. He was worried for you when you ran off but when he knew it was you, he couldn’t believe if it was luck or a granted wish.

“Just wear this.” He says, handing you placing his jacket on your shoulders as your heart flutters at how he looked at you, completely filled with sincerity and the way his hand stayed on your shoulder.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asks you with a knife-like stare, purposely bumping harshly into you.

“Wow Miya, I was just walking.” You said returning the same fuel that he had.

“Then get out of my way then.”

“Thank you.” You said smiling lightly. He catches a glimpse of your smile and he feels his world light up at the sight of it.

I missed you.

“So where to?” He asks as you walk beside him just like old times. His height still intimidating you but it was still difficult to believe that this was the same Atsumu you had fallen for in high school.

“My apartment. We missed the bus so I hope it’s okay for you to wait.”

“I can always drive us there.” You’ve never whipped your head faster than this moment. You always trusted Osamu when he said that Atsumu couldn’t be a better driver than his own brother because Atsumu liked to rev up the engine like one of those scenes in a movie.

With the thought in your mind, you laughed.

Atsumu stops walking as he lets himself dwell at the sound of it.

Then there was a smile that he couldn’t contain.

“Sorry for laughing, ‘Tsumu. Never pictured you to have a car earlier than ‘Samu that’s all.” You explained as he chuckles, continuing to be beside you, a place that he finds himself to be the happiest.

“Yeah yeah I get it- I’m a little careless but not all the time y’know?” He says while he leads the way. The breeze felt comfortable now, it had a tweak of coldness but maybe it was just the atmosphere of you two.

When you walked to his car and told him your address, there was another silence but you tried to tell yourself that this was just Atsumu. Nothing to be worried about because you’ve known him for too long to act like all distant.

This is Atsumu- that's every reason that there is to feel nervous around him.

“How long have you been living there?” He asks while you started to feel just how badly you wanted to give in to sleepiness. You shifted once in a while to control yourself from falling asleep in his damn car. Every urge to just lay quiet for a while but you knew this would lead to a deep slumber.

“Ever since graduation.” You answered, annoyed that his jacket was inviting you to lay there and sleep away your stress though you were scared that once you wake up- Atsumu would be gone again.

“And you didn’t call to tell me about it?” He jokes but the chuckle that he expected never came because he knew just how awkward it’d be if you actually called just for that sole reason. Atsumu bites his lip at his failed attempt to drag the conversation on.

Then you giggled.

“I wanted to but I wouldn’t wanna bother the famous MSBY player.” You said smiling at him, proud that he continued on. You knew from Osamu of course, a single update when he had mentioned how well his restaurant had become, you also saw them in a poster once, even recognizing a few of his past opponents.

“Well, it would be a shame.”

There you are.

You finally arrived at your apartment and again you felt the slice of satisfaction as you removed your shoes and placed them on the table. You were partly thankful that your apartment was clean since you never have the time to spend a whole day in it only coming home late at night. Atsumu looks around as you prepare him a drink and a few snacks-it'd be rude not to.

Atsumu sees the photos where you won several awards for your loyalty and hardwork at your club. He sees how time passes and you grew into a version of you that he finds even more flawless then before. Your equipment and how everything was organized on your desk, he knew how much things changed because he used to see you doubt yourself every time you’d finish a paper but now you won awards because of them.

“Atsumu, is it alright if I shower real fast?” You asked while he raises a brow at you confused that you had to ask for his permission.

“Of course, Y/N- you didn’t have to ask.” He said chuckling while he sits on the couch, letting his eyes wonder around.

“I promise I’ll be back.”

“Please don’t rush yourself. Take yer time. “ He says while you smile at him before dashing to your room to gather new clothes, feeling like you’ve won a lottery with how happy you were to remove the coffee drenched top, tossing it to your laundry bin while you step into the shower enjoying the way the water decorated your skin, cleansing it from all the worries. While Atsumu scrolls on his phone to ease himself from the anxiousness. His finger would casually glide over Osamu’s phone number, to ask him what to do.

After a few minutes, you stepped out of the shower like a whole new person. You saw the way Atsumu’s eyes lit up when you walked in but you pushed the thought away. He pats the seat next to him while you grabbed your notebook and pen, ready to scribble down the questions.

“Are there any uncomfortable questions you’d want to avoid?” You asked him while he shakes his head while you took note of the possible questions.

“Is it okay for the interview to be filmed?” He nodded while you leaned onto the pillow, sighing happily at how you’ve managed to calm down from the pile of embarrassment earlier.

“Thank you for doing this, ‘Tsumu- really you don’t know how much I appreciate you for this.” You said leaning your cheek on the side of the couch as Atsumu copies your actions staring at you lovingly.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He says smiling while you returned to write a list of questions for him. With every time you look down on your notebook, Atsumu’s eyes never left you while his mind recalls every moment where he msised the opportunity to tell you just how beautiful you were.

Soon, you’ve fallen asleep while he lets the feeling sink in.

I’ve never wanted to hold you more than I do now.

He sighs before placing the blanket on your body while he kneels down and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his finger tracing your cheek.

“You’ll never know how much I missed you.” He whispers while you shifted in your sleep meeting his face. Before he stands up, he feels you reach for him while he’s left surprise at your touch.

“Stay please.” You whispered while he smiles weakly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I always will.”

-

The morning comes and you felt the blush creep on your cheeks remembering how easily you felt asleep. You wondered if Atsumu stayed, if he left- you couldn’t really blame him. So yawning and stretching when you woke up, you certainly didn’t expect to see Atsumu cooking you some breakfast. You couldn’t even move your legs, every part of you has gone stiff just admiring the way he moves.

“Hey, good morning.” He greets with a wave, a spatula in his hand, a bright smile tugged on his lips.

“Atsumu- oh god I’m so sorry.” You said as you went to him. You caught a whiff of what he was cooking and you swore you could’ve drooled knowing you didn’t even got the chance to eat dinner. Atsumu knew that of course so he called Osamu up in the morning to serve you the best breakfast he could ever make. He was initially supposed to make you dinner but you fell asleep before he could do it so this was his rebound.

“Idiot, it’s fine. Just sit down on the table and I’ll prepare the food.”

“Atsumu-“

“Just go, Y/N. I promise it’s okay- you deserve to rest before you work again.” You couldn’t even think properly with his words. It was so minimum but it was something you’d forget to do- rest. Hearing him remind you that sets a new feeling in your system. You did obey him though, you sat on the table as he even handed you coffee for him and you, placing the breakfast on the table. God, he was everything. You thought that after a few years, you two would completely drift apart but it seems like you were wrong for the hundredth time.

“Please don’t even think about ways to thank me, it’s nothing to me. “ He says taking the seat next to you while you place the food on his plate. You couldn’t even utter a word at how grateful you were for him and he’d be happy to get used to seeing you first thing in the morning.

“Atsumu, after breakfast can we have a run down of the questions first?” You asked him, growing more comfortable.

“Yeah sure.”

-

You sat on the couch, placing your camera on the table aligning it to the best possible angle as Atsumu sits down in front of you. You had your notebook on your lap as he praises how you looked so professional even if it was just a practice.

“Ready?” You asked while he nods with a smile as you pressed the camera to shoot so you could keep your composure, even if you struggled to.

“What does the sport mean to you?” You asked him, your eyes glimmering with the suns rays hitting it perfectly, while the words were removed from Atsumus mind. Seeing his hesitation, you decided to reassure him.

“It’s fine if you can’t answer straight away. I can always change the question if you like.” You commented, smiling at him to make sure he doesn’t feel rushed to answer. He nods, still not finding the exact same words to describe what he wanted to say.

“I’ll change the question for now.” You said while he let’s out a sigh before listening to you once again.

“What was the biggest struggle in your career?” He sends you a worried stare but his mind nearly bursts at his answer.

“Getting over you.”

You dropped your pen on the couch as Atsumu continued to speak since this was the answer his heart was sure of responding to.

“I tried to forget- I did. For every year that passes, the more fucking harder it gets to act like I didn’t love you back when you walked away.”

“Atsumu-“

“I know I said no- I was too late to realize how stupid I was to be scared of falling for you. I couldn’t let myself be the man who could love you when all this time I tried to hate you because I knew I would hurt you- and I already did.”

We get hurt a lot but it doesn’t mean I won’t come back to you.

Love grew and died during your second year at Inarizaki.

Before Atsumu, you found Karou. A boy who was a new recruit to your group whose helped you multiple times and has shared a conversation with you about your similar likes. There was this strange infatuation with him that even Osamu had to question how deep was the bite of love on you. You’ve fallen, of course. Occasionally leaving notes on his desk to just let him know how he made your day but it never worked. He would only paste the note on another persons desk like it was nothing. Not even getting the reaction you wanted, it felt too normal when it shouldn’t be. Realizing how this was just rejection in the shadows, you gave up. Obviously heart broken at the mere thought of how your chances were blown away. When Atsumu saw how gloomy you were that day, he had to show you how much you didn’t need Karou and there grew a different bond between the both of you.

And with a bond like that, you became attached to him.

It was all becoming clearer and clearer as you realized that you fell for the wrong person first.

“You’re too stupid to fall for a douche like him. “ He says kicking the rock that was in front of him.

“You’re lucky with that admirer of yours, Miya. I’ve never seen someone stick around you for so long.” You teased. It’s true the half of the twin hearthrob has gotten himself a sincere admire. It wasn’t one of his crazy fans- this was a person who genuinely cared for him and the words on every note he received would make the poor boy blush uncontrollably and you envied how he’s yet to realize that he too was falling for this unknown person.

While you two were oblivious to the slip up of the universe, it took a toll on you.

Because the notes you’d leave on Karous desk, always ended up on Atsumu’s instead.

“I wanna meet them so bad. Just to see if they actually care and it’s not a prank. They haven’t given me a note and it’s been what a month? I doubt it was ever real.”

“With the amount of effort they gave, I’m sure it was real.”

It’s real for me even if it shouldn’t be.

There wasn’t any other way then to accept the feelings that stayed on your skin. The moments where you thought that being around Atsumu would bring you stressful banters and more, it turned into butterflies that surrounded your room. You chose to deny it at first but remembering that graduation and good-byes were near, you had to tell him at some point.

And when you did, you poured your heart out and not even a single drop was caught.

“Last words before I forget your dumbass?” He taunts while you felt your sweat drip down the side of your forehead as you couldn’t control it anymore. You wondered if there was a simple word to describe just how much you adored him without turning it into a whole speech. This was it- you had to do it or else you’d end up being stuck on the feeling of loving him.

“I..like you Atsumu and I can’t say good-bye without telling you.”

Then there was the awful silence that he gave making you clutch onto your shirt, preparing you for the worst.

But by the way he looked so terrified and frozen, you knew.

“Atsumu?”

“No- I’m sorry.”

“And I don’t know what I’d do if I let you leave again.” He whispers as he leans closer to you, taking your hands in his while your ability to speak has been taken away by how gentle he was as his thumb caresses your hand and a look that looked so fragile.

He takes his hand and cups your cheek, pulling you close to him as his vulnerability increases.

“Do you feel the same too?” He was being so careful because a wrong choice of a word could make it all fall apart again and you could feel how tense he was but he holds you like a gem- something so beautiful that it’d cost him his life if he ever dropped you.

Your hand lands on the same hand that was on your cheek while Atsumu’s eyes widen remembering how you neglected to hold his hand before.

But it stayed.

Closing your eyes and melting in his touch, you spoke.

“I never stopped loving you, Atsumu.”

He lets his forehead rest on yours, a smile on his lips, who was soon to be on yours.

“Then be mine all over again.”

[taking-over-his-life]

A night of tricks cost me a fortune - literally

It was a warm night in new York, the streets were deserted as I sat in the back of my limousine, the light from the street lights beamed in through the one way glass, making patterns on the black leather seats, and creating beams of light as they hit the diamonds on my cuff links and the gold on my watch.

I was being driven around the lower class backstreets, looking for some hot young cock. I had come straight from my 5th avenue office, where I was the president of a major company, so I was still in my tailored blue suit, silk shirt and tie.

I pulled at my diamond cufflinks as I looked out of the window, for a particular hustler.

His name was Joel, a  muscled, but dumb young fucker about 22yrs, always wore tight leather chaps over his gorgeous ass and a huge package.

I had fucked this guy before but tonight I wanted to breed him so badly.

Leroy was my driver a huge handsome gay black man. He didn't worry about my special needs, as he understood them. It was Leroy who had found Joel for me a few months ago, ensuring

that the kid had everything I wanted.

Leroy was such a hot guy I have always wanted to get into his pants, but I ensured our relationship was kept strictly employer and servant. I knew he felt the same about me and at times the electricity was so powerful, but I always resisted and put him back in his place.

I wont say what I would have liked to do with him, but boy it would be really dirty.

We drove down a deserted backstreet, by now it was raining and the light hit the puddles of water on the ground. Suddenly Leroy started to slow down and I saw a figure in a doorway, it was Joel.

AS the light hit him his muscled legs stood out in his leather chaps , and the light hit his shaved head , he walked over to the limousine and Leroy got out and chatted with him, handing him a wad of notes, they chatted for two or three minutes, I saw Leroy grabbing his crotch and then kissing him before he opened the passenger door.

In he came , he was a vision of a young dumb horny and hot prostitute. Dressed in worn leather chaps, boots shirt and jacket. His head was shaved, with tattoos on the left side of his skull of a butterfly, he had rings on every finger and two gold chains around his neck which I had bought him.

As he got in the bulge in my tailored suit pants began to expand, 'Hi Joel' I said, 'evening Mr Strang" he replied, 'do you want my place again he said. "Yes Joel I do, lets spend a few hours doing what we do best"

I never took him to my home or any of my apartments, I didn't want anyone to know about my extra curricular activities, plus I loved the idea of going to his housing project home, cheap home cheap or second hand furniture, it gave me a real buzz, as my life was sheer luxury.

He got down in front of me and pushed my legs apart as he gently unzipped my pants and started to feel my package through my silk boxers.

He started to chew through the silk at my dick. As I moaned with pleasure. He knew I mustn't cum until I was inside of him and that would only happen in his bed.

It wasn't too long before we reached the housing project.

There were a number of black kids outside his block. They knew the score, but were only sorry it wasn't them.

Leroy paid them to look after the limo, and he put my thick leather coat on my shoulders, as Joel led the way to the sixth floor.

The lift wasn't working so we walked up the stairs, lined with rubbish and stinking of piss. This place was one hell of a slum. But I liked the idea of slumming it, it was so different from what I knew, the smell so horny rather than the cleanliness of my home which was spotlessly taken care of by my two servants and the immaculate lawns. My body smelt of the expensive washes and colognes, so this for me was so erotic. I knew the price of my coat alone could buy one of these places.

We went into his apartment a one bedroom hovel. He was not a tidy kid, but that's what I liked about him.

Le Roy took my coat and sat to watch TV as me and Joel disappeared into his bedroom. The bed was unmade and u could see where his body had been, I leant down and smelled it, so manly so horny, he watched and smiled.

I walked up to him and we embraced, our tongues in each others mouths tasting each other pulling in each others breath. My hands ran to his perfectly shaped ass cheeks as he started to undo my belt and work on my zip

I was rock hard by now seeping precum into my expensive silk boxers, his budge was it normal huge size accentuated by the chaps.

I took off my dark blue pinstriped jacket and put it on a chair, he looked up at me and smiled ‘you smell so good sir’ he said, ‘thanks boi’ I said, he took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, then the leather shirt.

His body stunk of BO, and that drove me crazy, I got down and started to lick at his left arm pit enjoy the smell of a real man.

As I was doing this he pulled off my tie, and shirt followed by my vest so I was bare cheated like him

'what have u got for me Joel ' I said, and he pulled out some spliffs. 'light up boi' I said, we sat on his bed as he lit up the spliffs in the slightly lit room, his face so young so hard so horny, as I watched every move.

The light hitting the rings in his ears, three on each ear and the ring in his nose, he had two in his left eyebrow, not to mention the two I had bought him for his tits.

I reached over and rubbed my hands on the tats on his arms and chest, enjoying his young muscular body.

The match went out and he took a couple of drags and handed the spliff too me. He only bought the best Leroy saw to that, and boy did it have a kick. We kissed and exchanged the smoke as we rebreathed.

The sound of the police sirens and gangs shouting in the streets added to my excitement, it wasn't long before I pushed him on the bed and was removing his boots, pulling gently as the came away from his heels.

I had to smell my boi so I placed them to my face pulling in the smell of the leather and his foot sweat, which made me stand even harder.

He was desperate to unloosen his chaps and jeans so I could gain entry and so gently I pulled them off to reveal the goods I had paid for. His cock was huge and erect the ring through the centre stood up straight as if at attention for its master, his metal cock ring embraced his balls, and helped them gently fall towards the bed

Within seconds my face was in his crotch, smelling the sweat and man smell of his dick and balls, no cologne just pure male, I rubbed my face in it, to ensure his smell was on every part of my face. I held out my hand and he passed me the spliff, I took two deep breaths and handed it back, my head was light I was spinning and in ecstasy as I put his huge member in my mouth enjoying this young boys taste and feel.

He wrapped his muscular legs around my neck to hold me there

I reached for his tits until his dick started to seep, I loved his young manly taste. . I indicated enough and he released me.

I undid the belt of my suit trousers and let them fall to the ground. Looking into his black eyes as huge smile, wanting so much to breed with my tattooed pierced slut boi.

I kick off my shoes and got in-between his legs putting his ankles on my shoulders, ‘you want me boi’?’ yes sir, every bit of you’

I pushed the head of my dick against his man hole and gently began to push

I has so much pre cum it lubed my entry and then gently I moved in, he knew what to do pulling at my tits as I went deeper and deeper into that filthy prostitutes body ramming my manliness into his guts, the sweat was pouring the smell riveting I started to pound him

Stopping only to drag on the spliff.

I didn't hear but Leroy but he had entered the room and was watching it was only when Joel smiled at him that I saw him, he came over,’ no Leroy, you the rules stand back’

Leroy was angry but moved away muttering something like ‘I will fuck you sometime’

I continued to push into Joel, as Leroy watched with his package getting bigger, Joel was ripping at my tits, and I was so high on the spliff, suddenly my balls started to pull and I shot a huge load several wads deep into my boi, god his face was in ecstasy as his cum shot past him hitting the window and gently running down the glass, I collapsed on him, my sweat mingling with his and started to kiss him deeply holding him in my arms as he pressed himself against me, we just started at each other smiling.

Suddenly there was a snide look on his face, something I hadn't seen before.

‘My turn’ he said, I looked quizzically at him, ‘what’?, ‘my turn to fuck you’ he said smiling, ‘dont be stupid Joel’ I said, and called for Leroy, Leroy came over and grabbed hold of Joel but not in the way I expected, he started to kiss him .

They both looked down at me on the bed smiling, Leroy spoke up in his deep black voice, ‘you heard him, he wants to fuck you boi’ he said 

I started to stand up, but he pushed me back down holding a menacing fist to me, ‘what the hell Leroy, don&#146; be so fucking stupid, ill have you inside if you don't do as I say’

He started to laugh, ‘who do you think you are. Its only your money and possessions that define you, if someone else was in there they would be a better person than you, you fucking snob’ , with that he slapped me hard on the face, I winched, ‘don't be fucking stupid’ I shouted, ‘how much do you want?

Joel came over to me and caressed my face with his hand, ‘your a handsome fucker, I want it all’ ‘all’ I said  ‘yes everything’ he said, ‘once my cum is in your hole our DNA will mingle and you will be one low male prostitute, you like it here and u like me, so you can really enjoy it, I'm off to the Hamptons’ with that he slapped me

‘What! ’I screamed, with that Leroy pushed me down on the bed and gagged me, I struggled but he was too strong, the drugs were also affected my ability.

He tied my hands to the bedstead and within seconds Joel was in-between my legs, ‘I want to taste him first’, said Joel to Leroy, ‘Ok baby’ he said. and with that he pulled my ankles over my head so my ass was easily accessed, I tried to scream but couldn't.

Joel got down and started to lick at my ass, the feeling was unbelievable his warm tongue deep inside me,

He looked up at me, ‘you look terrified, don’t worry, you taste so damn good, but that taste will soon be mine’

He aimed his huge erect cock at me with its piercing, ‘you always liked this soon it will be yours’ Joel said. Suddenly I felt may arse being defiled, id never been fucked before and I screamed through the gag and tried to get free, I was too drugged and weak, inch by inch he delved into me pushing deeper and deeper, it was painful, but felt damn good.

Suddenly Leroy appeared, he had stripped, and stood over my head, he took off the gag and sat on my face, that huge black ass, down on my face his smell over my nose and mouth he was suffocating me. I was struggling as I was being defiled at one end and suffocated with man smell at the other,

I was as hard as steel and excited, then it happened, Joel shot into me I could feel his dna entering my guts and swirling around my body.

My own cum shot all over Leroy, as he got off me.

Joel pulled out of me and kissed Leroy, ‘it will be ours soon baby’ he said, to Joel  ‘yeah and this fucker will get his just deserts, shames its so good a body your giving him’

Joel started to pull out all his piercing and put them on the table and his rings, ‘mustn't have anything on baby when the change happens these are his now’  he said, he then lay down next to me.

He leaned over and started to kiss me with his tongue going deep into my throat, his arms went around me and he wrapped his legs into mine, I enjoyed it and responded, as we kissed he seemed to be sucking me out from the inside my memories intelligence everything.

Suddenly I started to shake and see lights in my eyes I couldn't move.

Memories started to appear in my head, memories of a deprived childhood in the ghetto drunken mother and criminal father, somehow it was as if they were my family.

I was an intelligent guy but it was as if holes were appearing in my brain and the light was getting out, my mind was slowing down a pace and I couldn't calculate or think in the same way, memories of sleeping in the park, being raped it was all me I was that person.

My body was being pulled somehow on the sheets in fact it was reducing in size, I could feel my ass getting tighter, and numerous changes in my muscles and face.

My knowledge as a city broker disappeared although I knew who I was, even my vocabulary was reduced, I felt so dumb so stupid, not in control.

I could hear Leroy from elsewhere in the room shouting ‘its unbelievable were going to be filthy rich’

I was in terror at what was happening, what were they doing to me, and what were they going to do with me, I started to shout, ‘help me, help me’ but it wasn't my voice it was Joel's.

The pain lasted for about twenty minutes, and when I woke up from it, I was soaked in sweat,

I looked around the room and saw Leroy smiling, and lying next to me it was, ME, I screamed and stood up, but it wasn't my body I was younger and covered in tattoos.

Leroy grabbed me tightly from behind holding my arms, and walked me to a mirror, ‘NOOOO’I screamed out ‘NOOO it cant be real. I was Joel the short male prostitute, ‘help me Leroy help me!’ I screamed.

‘Hey babe what do you want me to do to you?’ said Leroy, ‘Leroy its me Mr Strang, your employer’, ‘No man, your Joel a prostitute, a fuck boi’, he laughed and released me.

I looked over and Leroy was kissing my body and it was responding, ‘damn I'm a rich man now, my mind feels so alive’, and he kissed Leroy.

he took some piercing from the table, ‘Joel these are yours now’ he smiled I tried to run but Leroy grabbed me pushing me to the floor, ‘now come on slut’ he said, ‘do as your master says’ ‘Ill give you an extra $50 for this’ he started laughing as Leroy held me down.

He got on tip of me and put the piercing in my ears and then my nose, he moved to my tits which just started my dick rising, and then my dick. ‘all in place’ he said to Leroy, Doesn't he look the part.

I looked at them in tears, ‘but why?’ Leroy looked at me ‘youre a mean fucking bastard Strang, you never cared about any one, now ill get to fuck your ass your useless piece of trash’

‘No,’ I cried .

The old Joel, now me, started putting on my vest and silk boxers, followed by my well pressed silk shirt and tie. He adjusted my diamond cufflinks, and then pulled up my suit pants over his ass and belted himself in. He picked up my socks and put them on sliding into my shoes.

He smiled as he did it, with Leroy watching and getting more aroused.

‘there my clothes’ I shouted, both of them laughed at me and threw Joels jeans and chaps at me, ‘’dress slut’, he said in my body and voice

I pulled the worn 501s up over my ass they felt good as the caressed my balls and dick, then the used dirty leather chaps, they fit me to perfection.

‘Woof’ he said, ‘you'll get some business tonight with that’ as he sneered&#146;

‘Hey Leroy’ he said ‘try out my slut boi, and give him 100 dollars extra, no, he’s given me a lot, millions in fact, tonight $150 should do’

I knew he has control of my millions and there was nothing I could do, Leroy grabbed me and in seconds he was inside me fucking me raw, whispering in my ear as he rammed it home, strangely I enjoyed it, the body was used to this treatment.

I felt I should love Leroy but it was apparent that wasn't the case. Joel was the one he wanted not his body and that is all I was to him.

He stood in front of Leroy and pulled out what was my dick, Leroy sucked it, he had always wanted his bosses attention.

Leroy enjoyed sucking all the pre cum he was in his element. My body suddenly said, ‘interesting memories here Leroy, this body always fancied you, perhaps if he had acted on it he wouldn't be me now, eh Joel’ he said laughing at me.

‘Its time Leroy’ the thief who stole my body said. I was terrified. leroy put my leather coat on his shoulders, ‘get him dressed, his rings are there he said pointing to the table., Leroy got hold of me and made me wear the leather shirt and the jacket

He took my hand and forced 10 rings on them, ‘perfect’ he said, he got hold of my head, I was crying ‘ ah shucks,’ he kissed me,’ ‘heres your keys, lock your place up ’he said ‘and come with us’. I locked the door of the apartment and followed them down the filthy litter ridden stairs to the limo, he got in, then me. Leroy paid the guys for looking after the limo and we were off,

We stopping in the alleyway where I had picked Joel up, he looked at me ‘out boi, go earn some money’ I was terrified, I touched his hand, he slapped me hard his gold ring cut my face, ‘never touch me, my pants are worth more than your life , now get out'

Leroy opened the door and let me out, ‘enjoy’ he said, ‘I will’, they drove off in my limo with my body and my life, I looked down at myself I was a male prostitute with little chance of doing anything else.

A car came by, I got in my life of tricks had begun.

[chwesolai]

change up. | lee chan

inspired by change up by seventeen and grease, yes, the movie (you’ll understand why in a second don’t you worry)

university au!

nerd!chan x class clown!y/n

-

chan spent his times in his books, in his studies, in ‘always looking in the future’. he never took a break. but towards the end of his senior year of high school, his parents wanted to reward his hard work and studious efforts. it was post-finals, he finished, he got into the university he dreamed of. 

he was free, finally.

so the trip began, his family packed their bags and the road trip to Daecheon Beach from Iksan. chan and his younger brother remained silent most of the ride, chan's brother playing on his phone, occasionally showing chan the new character he unlocked.

"you're going to fry your brain because of those games," chan scoffs, lifting his head up from reading.

"you're going to become evil because of all those scary books you read."

"then, let me."

the two brothers laugh and slowly immerse themselves into their activities and as the sun sets, the two fall into a deep sleep.

four more hours later and the sun began to warm chan's face, they have arrived.

y/n's parents allowed her to pick this year's summer family vacation, her older sister picked last year and her older brother did the year before. they've been to the us, europe, japan but she just wanted to stay home. but her family just didn't allow that so she picked the beach. 

"THE BEACH? Y/N ARE YOU KIDDING?" her sister wasn't here for that, but her brother backed her up, "hey less money spending for us then. we wouldn't need to exchange money, buy flight tickets, bla bla blah."

"exactly." y/n proud of her decision.

"alright, i guess we could go visit my hometown's beach then," y/n's dad shrugs looking at her mother, who was nodding in agreement, "ok, saving money this trip, I like it. we could stay at mom's house then," it was set.

y/n packing her bags, excited to just bathe in the sun, swim, eat her grandmother's food again, this was her trip.

the car ride was absolutely chaotic.

y/n gained the entire back seat to herself with her two older siblings stuck ripping each others' heads off in the middle seats.

"I WILL GIVE YOU TWO MY LAST TWO POCKY IF YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW." 

"ok bet," her brother held out his hand as his little sister handed him a strawberry pocky packet and her older sister then received her chocolate pocky.

"thank you," y/n bathes in the silence as she goes back to her drama.

the two met at y/n's grandmother's restaurant. y/n was peeling oranges as chan's family walks in, if you're offered to earn some money on vacation, you take it, y/n dropped the peeler, telling her grandma she can take this table.

chan pushed up his glasses as he looks up at the possibly cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. she was definitely she was shorter than him, her hair held back in two braids, she kept her pen behind her ear and she looked just like how chan envisions the female characters in the classic novels he reads.

"hi welcome to kitchen by paradise, i'm y/n and i will be your server today and if you have any questions about any items on the menu, i'll be more than happy to recommend you anything! now, could i get you all anything to drink?"

chan's mom ordered water, his dad got a cola, his brother banana milk and chan didn't have a clue.

"and for you?" y/n says as she turns her attention towards chan.

"u-um. um. do-do-o you guys have any specialty drinks?"

"oh yeah! we grow our own oranges so we have a whole specialty of drinks. we have an orange-hibiscus iced tea, an orangeade, an orange-pineapple refresher and an orange mint sunrise."

"could i get the orange-pineapple one? please?"

"of course, that's my personal favorite," y/n smiles and chan could've sworn his heart melted, "i will get those ready for you guys and again, if you guys have any questions, call out for y/n!"

"thank you!" chan's parents chimed in as y/n walks away.

"channie has a crush channie has a crush." 

"i will drown you." chan glares at his little brother as his cheeks began to flush.

chan never knew he could fall so easily, i guess this is what happens when you're not focused on studying instead of girls, but this charismatic waitress got his attention.

chan watched y/n peel oranges and make the drink he had ordered, almost feeling bad because the drink looked so tedious to make. he saw the tray of drinks coming their way as she finishes pouring the yellow-orangey iced drink.

"here we go!" she places the drinks at the table, handing each drink to its rightful owner, "so are we ready to order?"

y/n took everyone's orders and y/n couldn't help but giggle at this nerdy guy stuttering ordering his seafood bibibimbap.

he's cute i can't deny it.

"alright let me repeat your guys' order and i'll send this to the kitchen!"

-

chan's family finished their meals and had left while y/n was on her break, disappointing chan, so he jumped to this opportunity. his 18 y/o heart couldn't believe himself that he left his number for this cute waitress he just met, i mean she probably is a local here and i'm here for the next two weeks.

y/n couldn't believe either. she smiled that that dorky kid thought she was cute, so she saved his number, texting him around sunset.

to orange boy: hey! this is y/n!

to server girl: hi! i'm chan i can't believe you actually saved my number ha

to orange boy: i just had to thank the guy who called me cute and also thinks my favorite drink is good because its our least popular haha

to server girl: thats surprising its rly good omg

to orange boy: so are you free tomorrow?

to server girl: i think my family is just hanging out tmr why?

to orange boy: my grandma is sending me to the market tomorrow to pick up some ingredients and i know you're here for vacation and i know im just a stranger but idk want to explore the coast tmr?

chan couldn't believe it, in his 18 years of his life, he is being asked to go out. with a girl. and she isn't trying to steal his study book.

y/n couldn't believe herself, she just asked a stranger to go out with her.

to server girl: i'm down wanna pick me up?

to orange boy: tmr 12pm i'll bring us lunch 

to server girl: sounds like a plan, so whats your favorite color?

the two spent all night getting to know each other, learning they're the same age, chan was older by a month and a half, y/n's favorite color is every color and said some picasso joke making chan laugh in his hotel room. they both felt like they've known each other for years.

the next day came and y/n packed her backpack and her scooter for the day, writing down the list her grandmother has told her the night before and then sending a text to chan for his address.

"I'M TAKING THE SCOOTER!" y/n yells as she runs down the stairs, "TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ME!"

her family all replying as they hear her leave.

as she makes it to the garage, she ensures she brings the second helmet.

this is a vacation. the wind blowing in her hair as she follows the directions to chan's hotel. her dark blue scooter shimmering in the sunlight and she arrives in front of chan's hotel, rich kid huh?

to orange boy: outside by the lobby!!

chan was already in the lobby for the past ten minutes, didn't want to look like a complete weirdo and come out right when she texted so he waited for a good minutes before walking out. he was wanted to be casual, didn't want to screw anything up with her.

"hey! chan over here!" he walked out seeing the pretty girl from the restaurant on a blue electric scooter? taking off her helmet waving her hand around. he smiled and waved back as he walked towards her.

"this is tomi, my trusty stead," she smiles proudly at her scooter making chan stifle a laugh, leading y/n to laugh at his poor hiding of a laugh, "this is yours, hop on!"

"did not expect this to be the start of my day," he laughs as he puts on the helmet, he gets on the back of the scooter and before y/n turns on the scooter, she grabs chan's arms and to his surprise, wraps them around her stomach, "we're going fast so i don't want you falling off," she turns and smiles at him. what am i feeling right now? butterflies swarm around the two teenagers' stomachs, falling in love before they've even gone out.

"oh o-ok."

and they were off. 

y/n parked the scooter in her usual spot, the noise of the market sang to her and before getting off, she introduces the market, "welcome to daecheon market where old men try to peddle tourists and where local teenagers find the best clothes AND one stand has the BEST fruit produce." 

"y/n i think i should just call you fruit girl because you seem very enthusiastic about them," chan smirks

"i dare you to, orange boy."

"alright fruit girl."

the two laugh as they barely even notice chan's arms are still around y/n, y/n begins to take off her helmet right before she bumps chan in the face with her helmet.

"OH MY GOD! i am so sorry chan oh my god im sorry oh my god i-"

"y/n its ok really," chan laughs at her worried look, "i'm all good no bleeding see?"

"alright im still super sorry i kind of forgot i had a passanger with me," she nervously laughs, im such an idiot what is wrong w me wtf y/n

chan hops off and helps y/n down, "thank you, sir," y/n bows.

"you are very welcome madam," chan bows back, leading them both to laugh once more because of their dorkiness.

"here hold this," y/n opens the scooter compartment and hands chan a camera, "thats my prized possession, keep it safe." she pretends to glare at him but ending up laughing anyways, "you're on picture duty and i am on food duty," y/n pulls out a picnic basket and a large water bottle, "before we explore lets eat!"

y/n leads chan down to a secluded area next to the market, "my siblings and i love coming down here and eating lunch and playing ball. its our secret hideout, and you are a new member of paradise cove, mr chan."

"i'm honored," chan couldn't believe how comfortable he felt around her, a stranger that he had a very long text conversation last night about their favorite colors and whether or not aliens exist. y/n couldn't believe either. why did she feel so bubbly around a kid she met on the job at her grandmother's restaurant?

chan helped her put out a small picnic blanket from the basket and y/n began to pull out the food, “so i remembered your order from the other day and grandma pulled through and made some more this morning and a special touch, an orange-pineapple refresher. dig in!”

-

their picnic was nothing but boring, time passed so quickly while they talked more about the city and high school and where they want to go for univerity, and what they want to be. a convesation nether of the two have had with another human being. they both took some pictures while they were at it, y/n always doing some silly pose when chan had the camera and chan always looking away from the camera. they were comfortable with one another. 

“so, let’s explore the market shall we?” chan standing up, offering his hand to her, she was hesistant at first, “come on y/n i don’t bite,” he laughs, looking away. feeling odd with  his hand out for so long, he looks back at her smiling this time, “i’m feeling a cramp coming on”

standing up, she grabs his hand and pulls him close to her, both of their faces flushed now. y/n had NO idea what she was doing, “can i?” she looked at his lips and then back up at his eyes, prepare for any reaction

“yes,” once y/n heard his answer, his hand caressed the side of y/n’s face and pressed their lips together, almost melting into the kiss. y/n felt her cheeks burn up, the kiss lasted a few seconds but felt like an eternity. pulling away, the two laughed with their eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other, “so the market?” y/n slowly opened her eyes, seeing the flustered boy in front of her interlocking their hands together.

“i thought you were the romantic,” he smiles back.

-

two spent nearly everyday together. y/n told chan she didn’t live in daecheong, they both knew they were both on vacation and the day one of them was leaving was soon appoarching them. “what will you do without me?” “cry.” “shut up chan” “you asked i answered~!”

chan didn’t want to believe but neither did y/n. their two weeks was up, y/n helped chan pack. “are you really going to cry?” “y/n you’re my first kiss, my first love, my first crush, the first girl that actually has gotten my attention so what do you think?” “now, you’re going to make me cry.” she pouts “y/n you have my number, i have my license, you have a kickass scooter. we have ways to still see each other even if that means our universities are miles apart, we can do this.”

-

to orange boy: i miss you

they couldn’t do it. the long distance lasted about a month and then school started.

to server girl: i’m sorry

chan was at yonsei university and back to his old ways. head in the books, no partying no social interaction just studying. this physical therapy major wasn’t moving an inch.

now, what chan didn’t know was y/n was ALSO at yonsei. this visual arts major was the biggest party animal on campus. she ruled frat parties and she was a good students. her professors loved her and her charm.

- ten months later -

HALLOWEEN

“CHAN! you have to come dude!” chan’s roommate, xuxi, begs him. xuxi was the polar opposite of chan, same age same major COMPLETELY different social class.

“no ‘xi for the last time, i’m not a party guy.”

“chan please dude, its a costume party, nobody will know its you.” chan began to consider it, when was the last time i had fun?

“what are you dressing up as?”  “i’m going to be capt. american because im going as the avengers with mark and the other guys. if you don’t want to be recognized then wear a mask, be a masquarade ball dude? idk wear a suit and a mask, be that DUDE”

“i’m in.” here we go lee chan

to server girl: finally going out with the boys for the first time hope you’re well i miss you

y/n read the text almost immediately, “i wonder where he’s going?”

“who?” y/n’s roommate jungeun asled as she’s doing her makeup.

“some summer fling, he just texted me after like three months.”

“he’s more than a summer fling hon if you saw his text so fast.”

“shut up”

“kiss me,” jungeun stuck her tongue out at her, “so what are you dressing up as y/n?”

“poision ivy, mark said they’re going to be the avengers and so i’m showing him up and being dc’s sexiest villian.”

“you’re such a heartbreaker miss y/n let the boy breathe, he may have cheated but-”

“but nothing! he treated me like a one night stand and i wanted more! im going all out!”

-

chan looked at himself one more time in the mirror and xuxi walked behind him in his captain america outfit, “my son you look so fucking good,” pretending to tear up

“shut up,” chan rolled my eyes, sitting back down on his bunk, “should i still go?”

“YES! you look good dude! can’t even recognize you, you look so different and the contacts? you’re really hiding your identity with this one channie.”

“this is the only night we get to be other people so,” he puts on his lacey masquarade mask he bought from target, ‘let’s go.”

xuxi wraps his arm around him, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

-

“MISS Y/N YOU DID THAT HONEY!”

jungeun and y/n nearly in shock of how well this costume curves around her body.

“green is your color girl,” jungeun sighs, “you knock them dead baby.”

“you look amazing yourself j OMG ms daphne over here.”

“I’m finding my fred tonight ok?” she smiles as she ties her scarf around her neck.

y/n places her red mask on, “i’m heading out!”

“HANG ON!” y/n was practically out the door before jungeon runs out, “ok ready.”

“let’s go fuck shit up.”

-

the party was everything chan was not used to, drinking, loud music, people EVERYWHERE, you could say he was slightly overwhelmed. 

you could say he also wasn't used to the attention around him, girls coming up to ask if they wanna hook up or take a shot with him which he declined all of them until she walked in.

ms poison ivy walked in.

it was about 30 minutes after the party started and y/n walked in like she owned the place, jungeon next to her, y/n walked in red heels and green latex in its full glory.

"i'll go get us drinks!" jungeon pracatically screams in y/n's ear.

"OK!" now alone, chan saw this as an opportunity, still not knowing who that was or even who he was in this moment he walked up to her.

"hi!" y/n was drawn back but the handsome stranger in front of her

"HI!"

"I THINK YOU LOOK REALLY PRETTY!"

"THANK YOU! I THINK YOU LOOK PRETTY HOT YOURSELF! LET ME GUESS, a VAMPIRE?"

the music got increasingly louder as this conversation went on so chan yelled back, "NOT EXACTLY, IM A MASQUERADE BALL HOST"

y/n felt eyes beaming her up and down and she saw him, mark, and before he could come any closer, y/n kissed this handsome stranger in front of him.

chan had no idea what was going on but he really didn't care anymore, this kiss began to be a full makeout session in the middle of the dance floor.

"IM SORRY BUT DO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE?"

"YEAH I DO ACTUALLY"

 both of them walk out of the loud frat house, "so who do i owe this honor to mr masquerade man?"

"chan, i'm chan. how about you?"

"i'm sorry did you say c-chan?"

y/n hasn't heard that name in what feels like ages until today.

"yes? is something wrong?"

was it really him?

"no its just i knew someone named chan awhile back, ha." she sadly smiled.

it can't be him chan was never this bold.

"ah i see, how about you ms poison ivy?"

"y/n"

"y/n huh?"

"yes, what about it?

"do you still have that blue scooter?" chan takes off his mask and turns to face the girl he's been wondering about for so long.

"c-chan?"

"long time no see huh?"

"i-i-i didn't even recognize you? where're your glasses? did you get your braces off too? your hair's lighter, you look really good, chan," she sighs in disbelief.

"college does stuff to you i guess," he nervously rubs the nape of his neck, "and you? wow. i didn't think someone could look so gorgeous in latex." he smiles all goofy.

"chan."

"y/n?"

pulling herself into his chest, "i've missed you, im sorry for being an asshole, im sorry for saying those things i shouldve held on im sorry im-"

"nothing is your fault y/n, look at me," he pulls her out of his chest, "i'm here now! we just needed time i guess," he lets out a small laugh.

"now you're the jokester mr lee."

"lets restart. hi im chan."

"hi im y/n," she smiles and takes his hand in hers, "lets never leave again."

"yes ms poison ivy."

“never call me that again.”

[starkerdayss]

Gang AU where Peter is part of Tony's rival gang and Pete is kind of like their prize twink if u know what I mean, so Tony just takes him into an alley and fucks the actual b r a i ns out of him as a symbol of his dominance over the other gang?? U can change the prompt to make it better too bc. I'm not the best at this sjdhsksjud

(Peter is exactly 19 in this, warning for slight gun play and well, exhibitionism. My work is meant for adults and its written by an adult)

Peter knew that being the youngest in the gang wasn’t good. Was he proud of himself for getting his own little ass into that situation? No. But there was nothing he could do now. 

The small, brown leather jacket adorned his back with a phrase and a symbol of a cut off head that was hard to forget. ‘Shadows’

Peter barely knew how to ride a bike, like a regular bike, and now he was riding a motorcycle, hanging onto the handles for dear life, his too-strong-for-a-teenager cologne abusing his nostrils to the point he felt sick. Sick and late. Every single gang member was ahead of him, and Peter was just trying not to break any more laws than necessary, stopping at the stop signs and trying not to look around at the people he knew were staring. 

When he finally got there, the other gang members were visibly annoyed, waiting for him with their arms crossed. Peter only walked fast, thanking whatever was in the sky not to have gotten there after the other gang. 

Before one of his camrades could say anything, the all too familiar roar of a motocycle filled the air. They were here. The Phalanx. 

When the oppostie gang got out of their bikes and walked towards them, Peter gulped. He knew what was happening, but not everything that awaited for him.

Tony, the gang leader, walked like he owned the place, a cigarette hanging loosely on his mouth, his entire figure looking like he just fell from heaven. He was glorious and Peter was in awe. The only reason he allowed himself to be this awestruck by that man’s power, was that nobody was paying attention to him. Steve, the leader of the Shadows was standing in front of them, smug look on his face that nobody could see but everyone knew it was there. 

“So we meet again, Tony” exclaimed Steve, something bording a laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter gulped again when Tony took one last pull from the cigarette and threw it on the floor, stepping over it and then exhaling. 

The two gangs had been fighting since Tony’s dad and Steve’s dad created them. Both too powerful to coexist in the same city. Peter knew this because it was public knowledge, because everyone was scared of them. 

“So we do” replied Tony, sending shivers down Peter’s spine. His voice was buff and exhausted, like he had been screaming for the past forty years. Peter had to physically restrain himself from walking towards the man. 

“I hear that you want peace” muttered Steve, looking back at his fellow gang members and smiling. “We’re willing to arrange something if you’re willing”. Peter’s camrades laughed, Peter knew he was suppossed to laugh as well. He didn’t. 

Tony nodded and turned around, flashing the black leather jacket with an axe and the name of the gang displayed on it. He looked at his camrades and smirked, every single one of them giving the smile back. “It’s time we collide and rule this city”. He turned around again, taking a look at Peter, who lowered his head, feeling so overpowered.

“What makes you think I didn’t already rule this town?” 

Tony laughed and looked down. His pants were black and dirty, making him look really buff and sexy. “Let’s not fight, Stevie” and then he ran his tongue over his lower lip just as Peter had the brilliant idea to lift his head. He had to lower it again, blushing. “Let’s make peace and we can each stay at their side of town and rule. Any problems and we meet”

Steve nodded, smirking, gloating in glory. “Pick your prize” he mumbled and moved aside when Tony stepped further. “I’ll pick mine” and then he disappeared between the lines of Tony’s men, looking for god knows what. 

Tony wandered around Steve’s men, all of them giving him a nasty look, the women willing to move forward if they had to. That’s what gang life was all about. But Tony never even looked at them, he just slowly directed himself towards Peter, the only one that wasn’t giving him a nasty look. 

“What’s your name, sweetie?” asked Tony, getting dangerously close to him. 

Peter swallowed thickly and looked up at Tony. “P-Peter, sir” he answered, his camrades laughing at him for calling the enemy ‘sir’. 

“Are you new?” 

Peter nodded, images flashing through his mind, all of Steve’s man and women passing him around, doing whatever they pleased with the boy, but not enough to wreck him, just enough to rough him up a little bit. 

Tony nodded and then whispered, making sure nobody heard him: “Did they hurt you?” 

Peter shouldn’t have answered. Shouldn’t have said anything. He knew he was hanging by a thread. He was new, he didn’t have Steve’s trust just yet and he whined so much at the ‘rough up’ that everyone considered him a weak ass bitch. Peter didn’t have any other way to mantain his sick aunt. He needed the money. 

“No” he said, this time no ‘sir’. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake again. Tony nodded and pulled a box of cigarettesm, offering one to Peter, which he rejected. His aunt was dying of cancer, he wasn’t smoking. Ever. 

Steve re-emerged from Tony’s lines with a girl following him, she didn’t look scared, she didn’t care, really. Tony saw him and smirked. “I see you’ve chosen Peggy. Be careful” he said. 

Steve scoffed. “I’m always careful with the ladies” and everyone on his lines laughed. Tony laughed as well and looked at Peggy. 

“I wasn’t talking to you. Don’t rough him up too much, Peggy. He has a pack of stray dogs ro run”. She laughed and grabbed Steve by the arm, yanking him closer and walking towards his lines. Steve looked upset. 

“Did you chose your lady yet?” he asked. 

“I chose, yes, but not a lady. I want the boy” 

Peter ears perked up like a little dog, his head yanking up at the name. He wanted what? Who? What for? Where they switching sides?

Steve frowned, then looked at Peter, who looked awfully worried. This was going to be the final test before fully accepting Peter into the gang. Steve nodded. “Take him, then. She’ll be back by midnight. I expect him back at midnight as well” 

Tony didn’t even answer, just took Peter by the arm and got him on top of the motorcycle as all of his men got on theirs too, then turned to Peter as the shadows left. “Hold tight, baby boy, it’s gonna be a long ride” 

When they got to their destination, it was almost eight pm, and he was shaking so much he was more trembles than person. Tony got off the motorcycle and waited for his men (and three women without Peggy) to go inside before turning to Peter. 

“Did they hurt you?” he asked again, taking Peter by the waist. Peter knew what was happening already and he didn’t know what to do. 

Peter rolled his eyes. “I already said no” 

Tony apparently didn’t consider that an answer, so he backed Peter up until he hit the wall of the building, putting a leg between his thighs, pressing at his crotch as the denim light of the street light made them both glow with a pink shine. 

Peter moaned slightly at the sensation. It didn’t really matter how much he wanted to appear strong, Tony was every single one of his dirty dreams personified. 

“Don’t sass me, boy, I’m the leader of this thing. You’re barely even nothing” he hissed, licking a stripe up the boy’s cheek, licking his prize, licking every part of sensitive skin he could find, wanting to mark him like a dog. 

Peter didn’t mean to give in so easily, but he loved it. He nodded, spreading his legs further, wanting to get more friction from him. Tony undid Peter’s pants so fast the boy had barely any time to register it, before his pants were on the floor alongside his boxers. 

Tony looked down and smirked, a small laugh leaving his throat. “You’re rock hard, you fucking slut. I haven’t even touched you” whispered Tony right into Peter’s ears. Peter let one tear fall from his eyes. He couldn’t believe how humilliated he felt, specially being almost complitely naked in the middle of an alley. 

The man unzipped his pants, revealing himself to Peter, who swallowed again, the mere sight exciting him more than he thought was possible. 

“I’m not gonna be gentle” he warned, his eyes turning a very dark shade of black. 

“Then don’t” whispered Peter, his voice cracking slowly as he felt the thick fabric of Tony’s pants rouch his bare skin. Tony just smiled. 

It was almost midnight when Tony was going back to Steve’s side of town, Peter was in his back, drooling all over his jacket while Tony made his motorcycle roar. 

“You okay there, darling?” 

Peter only produced a sound, his body giving up, hugging Tony from behind, his limbs numb, and images of Tony fucking into him until Peter’s eyes rolled back and not only tears but drool were all over him crossing his mind. 

He didn’t even realize when they got back of the house Steve and all of them shared. Tony got off the bike and helped Peter back up on his feet, holding him by the arms. The boy was practically falling asleep on him, not being able to feel his own legs. 

Tony let him in the door and before knocking, he looked at Peter, putting his face close and kissing him slow and sensually. Peter only could kiss back. 

“Call me if you wanna switch sides” and after winking and slapping his ass, Tony disappeared on his motorcycle. 

Peter only stood there. 

Holy fuck. 

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Can you do a Peter Parker x reader fic where they are on Tony's private jet going on a mission or something and Peter finds out she's ticklish, and it's really teasey and fluffy? Maybe she doesn't have powers or anything but she's like maybe Bucky's? daughter? and she is a few months younger than Peter but their relationship is platonic. I'm sorry if you don't like my idea. I've never asked before :)

This is so cute! Thank you much for submitting it, I’m sorry it took so long my life’s been hectic with work and adulthood ;_; I hope you like it!!!

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You and Peter were what Tony called, “Avengers in training.” The title sounded cool but really all you two did were train for a few hours a day and stop petty crimes around the neighborhood. Peter happily pursued after bicycle thieves and shoplifters, but you desperately wanted more.

“Please dad, take me on your next mission,” you begged your father Bucky Barnes. He sighed and put his cybernetic prosthetic arm on your shoulder. “Y/N, you need more time training, these missions are not meant for kids.”

You stormed out of the room nearly in tears and closed yourself off in your room. Peter was able to see action and fight with the Avengers a couple times, but it seemed like Tony was afraid of sending you on missions because you were younger and didn’t have any powers to protect yourself. You were extremely skilled in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and your father taught you how to use military weapons so you felt like you were trained enough to fight along with your family. Apparently they thought otherwise.

…

You twirled your pencil between your fingers and lazily looked out the window. The physics teacher was droning on about inertia and gravity or something, and you felt like your brain was going to explode. All you could think about was the empty Stark Tower you were going home to because everyone was on a top secret mission in Serbia.

“No parties,” Tony sternly ordered, “no boys except for Peter and don’t touch my suits.”

“Yes sir,” you rolled your eyes. All you wanted to do was blast music on Tony’s brand new sound system, dance like a lunatic, and sing at the top of your lungs. That was your biggest stress reliever and unfortunately you could only do it when the Avengers were gone.

A faint vibration in your back pocket snapped you out of your thoughts. Making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention, you sneakily took out your phone and looked at the message on the screen.

MEET @ HOME ASAP. NEED U ON MISSION -TS

You felt your heart skip a beat as you read the text and immediately you grabbed your backpack and ran out the classroom. The students gasped in surprise and you heard your teacher yelling out your name as you dashed down the hallway to the exit.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Peter racing behind you, he was clearly in gym class because he was wearing the ugly athletic shorts and shirt.

“What’s going on?” You shoved the school doors open and the both of you sprinted towards the direction of the Stark Tower. You started to appreciate the long runs that your dad made you go on every morning, the school wasn’t too far from the tower but an untrained person would keel over at the speed that you were running.

“No idea,” Peter panted, you appreciated that he was running with you instead of using his webs to get there easier and faster.

Finally you and Peter reached the doors of the Stark Towers and bursted though the doors. Tony was standing in the room with a grave expression on his face.

“Are the Avengers ok Mr. Stark?” Peter panted, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead and was breathing heavily from the exertion.

“For now,” he sighed heavily, “we were ambushed a few hours ago and they are hiding in a safe house. Fury can’t dispatch extra hands until tomorrow and we don’t have that much time, so I flew here to grab you two.” Tony crossed his arms and shifted his eyes between you and Peter.

“This is a very dangerous mission and I understand if you don’t want to go,” he continued, “but I fully believe that you two are ready and the Avengers really needs some assistance.”

“Of course Mr. Stark!” Peter became filled with newfound energy and rubbed his hands together in excitement.

“I’m in,” you grinned, you felt pure happiness bubble up inside you and you had to pinch yourself in case this was all a dream. Tony led you two to a car waiting outside with all of your necessities already packed in heavy duty suitcases. The car peeled out to a private airport and Tony continued to talk about the mission.

The Avengers were dispatched to Serbia to take down one of Hydra’s weaponry factories but as soon as they entered its grounds, they were attacked by highly trained and armed soldiers. They were easily overtaken and barely escaped without major injuries. Thankfully Fury had arranged a safe house for them and they are hiding there until they get backup. After finding out that Fury couldn’t send backup right away, Tony flew back to New York with barely enough fuel left to grab you and Peter.

“I need you two to help us get through those soldiers and once we’re in, you’re stepping back. Is that clear?” You’ve never seen him be so serious and you felt a pang of fear in your gut.

“What do you mean stepping back?” Peter asked, “We can do more than that, what if you guys get attacked again?”

“Then we’ll contact Fury,” Tony glared at him, “this is incredibly dangerous and I already hate sending you kids in this mess. You are not following us into the facility. That is an order.”

The rest of the ride was silent and tense, when you saw the airport emerge from a distance, you sighed with relief.

“So who are we flying with today?” You tried to joke lightheartedly, “Delta? United? American Airlines?”

“Stark Industries,” he smirked, “it’s outdated and small but it’ll get the job done.”

“That’s small?” Peter blurted out. You looked out the window and gasped as you saw the large aircraft waiting on the tarmac. It could probably fit the entire Avengers team plus a few more, knowing Tony, he probably had some fun times in that plane.

The car came to a halt and you stepped out to have the roar of the engines pierce your ears.

“Good luck,” Tony shouted over the noise, “this was what you have trained for.”

“You’re not coming?” Peter shouted a bit too loudly.

“I have to work on some things here, but you two will be fine,” he looked at you and nodded, “keep an eye on Y/N, she doesn’t have powers like you do.”

You raised your eyebrow at the comment and crossed your arms disapprovingly.

“I don’t need powers to take care of myself thank you very much,” you spat out, Tony laughed and gave you a thumbs up.

“Finally the real Y/N came out, keep that energy when you get there.”

You shook your head and followed Peter up the stairs that led into the plane, you turned around and watched the car drive off and suddenly you felt a wave of fear.

“Come on.”

You looked up at Peter who had a reassuring look on his face, he held out his hand and you gently took it, you felt some of your fear dissipating as he squeezed your hand in understanding. You realized he was scared too, and the two of you slowly walked into the plane.

To your surprise instead of the typical crappy airplane seats, there were comfortable arm chairs and couches lined neatly throughout the cabin. You smiled as you saw the fully stocked bar and a large metal pole that was installed from the ceiling to the floor, typical Tony, you thought to yourself.

“Do you think Mr. Stark will realize if we took some of his booze?” Peter joked, he settled himself into the large couch and you plopped down beside him.

“As if we drink,” you laughed and nudged him in the ribs, “we’re the losers in school remember?”

Peter chuckled and rubbed the area where your elbow met his ribs, he teasingly poked you back in the side, “Correction, I’m the loser and you’re the loner.”

You yelped at the sudden jab and blushed, you pleaded in your mind that Peter didn’t notice and as you slowly turned your head, you saw that he had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Don’t tell me…,” he poked you in the side again and a high pitched giggle came out of your mouth, “big, tough Y/N Barnes is ticklish?”

“I’m not,” you snapped, but then Peter reached over and fully grabbed your side, you doubled over in uncontrollable giggles and feebly swatted his hand away.

“Right,” Peter smirked, “I just can’t believe it…you said all this shit when you saw that I was ticklish but to think that you might be worse than me.”

“Shut up,” you blushed deeply.

“Behind all that sass and backtalk is a little ticklish kid,” he joked, this time he wrapped both of his arms around you and scribbled your belly. You bucked and tried to get out of his arms, streams of laughter poured out of your lips.

“It’s really cute actually, I’m sure the Avengers will love this when I tell them,” he alternated between digging his fingers into your belly and squeezing your ribs. You kicked out in frustration and your loud laughter filled the entire cabin.

“S-shut up!” You squealed, you knew that Peter was just saying this to tease you, but you still felt embarrassed by the situation. A quiet cough suddenly caused Peter to cease the tickling and he looked up to see one of the flight attendants awkwardly standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she quickly stammered out, “we’re preparing for takeoff so please put on your seatbelts.” With that she practically ran off and you sat back up properly to put on your seatbelt. Your face was still red from laughing and your belly ached a bit, you turned to see that Peter was smirking at you.

“What?” You tried to say coldly, but the smile on your face gave it away.

“Nothing,” he laughed, “I just think it’s adorable that you’re ticklish.” You flushed a deeper red and reached out to punch him in the arm.

“I’m a kid, I have an excuse to be ticklish,” you defended yourself. Peter winced at the punch and rubbed his arm.

“Well you’re kinda cold sometimes and your sarcasm is brutal, which I can see you got that from your dad,” he started to explain, “and you’re sassy and you let nothing get into your way. It’s cute to see that someone with those qualities can let themselves laugh so freely and enjoy something like tickling.”

“I didn’t enjoy it!” You basically screeched in embarrassment.

“Then why didn’t you fight back?” He grinned, “You could’ve easily made me stop but you didn’t.”

You stammered, but for the first time in a while, you had no words to say. The only thing you could think of was to pout like a little kid and pretend like Peter wasn’t even there. You could hear him chuckling and gradually you felt the momentum of the plane taking off. This was your first time flying and you desperately wanted to hold onto Peter when the plane hit some turbulence, but you were too stubborn to break your silent treatment. After what felt like hours, the shaking stopped and the plane smoothly flew through the white clouds. The flight to Serbia would typically be nine hours, but Tony had boasted in the car that his plane was designed to be much faster so you estimated that you had only five hours to prepare for your first battle. You turned to Peter and opened your mouth to create a game plan, only to realize that you were giving him the silent treatment. You quickly closed your mouth and hoped he didn’t notice, but he shook his head and patted you endearingly on the head.

“You do realize you don’t have to act like your father or Tony to be taken seriously,” Peter softly said, “you’re not even fifteen yet and you’re already acting like a soldier. Let yourself be a kid for once Y/N.”

You sighed and shook your head, “With the life we have there’s no time to be a kid.”

“You were a kid just a few minutes ago,” Peter smiled, “that was the first time I’ve heard you actually laugh.”

“It was fun I guess,” you admitted, “as if the Avengers will ever tickle me.”

“Oh I’m sure if they find out they’ll never let it go,” he laughed, “believe me, when they figured it out with me I had to hide for a couple days.”

“God if dad ever found out,” you groaned, “and especially Steve teaming up with him.”

Peter chucked and gently bumped your shoulder with his, “It’s because they love you Y/N. We should probably rest up for a few hours before we land, it’s going to be hell when we get here.”

You nodded and settled into your seat, all you could see were clouds through the windows and you felt pure adrenaline and excitement seep into your body. Peter had already pulled his hoodie over his eyes and was starting to nap, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. The family’s going to be back together again, you happily thought as the quiet hum of the engines gently pulled you into darkness.

[wtf-taeyong]

I'm not sure but if you're still doing to angst one can u please do the "any last words" one with any of the exo boys. Thanks :)

Your lungs were emptied in a sudden rush of air and a heavy blow against your ribs. Gasping in pain, your eyes completely covered from the assailant in front of you, you struggled against your bonds to try and free yourself.

Two thick manacles were encasing your wrists, attached to chains that bolted your arms to the ceiling. Your hands were tied above you, leaving your body defenceless and dangling in front of anybody that entered the room. Despite being well aware of this knowledge, you fought with all of your will to try and get away. The steel was not budging, but you would rather die struggling than die being complacent.

“Do you understand why you are in this position?” The same monotonous voice asked you.“You ask me this every single time you come in here.” Drawing a breath in order to reply was hard with the new damage to your ribs, but you managed to hiss your reply through your gritted teeth. “Do you understand why you are in this position?” They repeated, their tone exactly the same. You sighed heavily, knowing that your captors were unmoving.You could dodge the question all day, and they would merely ask you again and again until you had nightmares of these words.

You would rather avoid that. Sleep was scarce in this position without the added stresses.

“Apparently, I sold information to the enemy.” You repeated. The faceless voice hummed, this time coming from somewhere behind you.“Apparently? We all know it was you, Lieutenant.” Rolling your eyes behind the blindfold, you opened your mouth to reply but was promptly quietened by a sharp object pressing against the skin of you neck delicately.

It wasn’t pressed in hard enough to cause damage, but rested gently above your skin firmly enough to let you know of the threat.

“I’m afraid your evidence is inconclusive, Sehun. I had nothing to do with that leak and you know it.”“Do I, Lieutenant? You know that in this line of work, trust is very hard to come by. You taught me that yourself.”“And I stand by what I said. I never leaked anyth-”“BULLSHIT.”

The sudden spike in volume was enough to startle you into silence, and the ache in your muscles was once again brought to the front of your mind as you unintentionally pulled against the cuffs.

“Lieutenant Y/N, I’m trying my damn hardest to save your life here. If you confess to your crimes, you’ll get a court trial and a sentence. If you don’t, you know very well what they’ll do to you in here.”Yes, you were familiar with the methods of the government. As a senior officer in their ranks, it wasn’t surprising that you had a hand in many punishments delivered throughout the years.

You just never thought they would turn the knife on you.

“Sehun, I refuse to confess to what I didn’t do. I didn’t leak any information; you know I would rather die before I betrayed any of you.”He exhaled heavily, taking the blade away from your skin.“I’m sorry, Lieutenant. I wish I could believe you, I really do. I’ve tried my best, but I’ve been ordered to step back now,” he said, his words chilling your blood. “Your fate is out of my hands now.”

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. You had forgotten how extreme the methods of your branch were, and now you were about to experience their brutality first hand.And to think the last thing you got to do as a free woman was buy a coffee for your superior. What a waste.

Sehun marched to the door, placing his hand on the handle, before your voice rang out again.“Private,” You said, taking a deep breath and ignoring the sharp stinging pain from your side. “When I’m gone, don’t let them walk all over you. I won’t be around to kick their asses for you.”He breathed in deeply, turning to look at you.

There you were, tied to the ceiling like a pig for slaughter. Bruises and shallow cuts littered your body, the worst of the lacerations clumsily stitched up by himself to prevent you from bleeding out before he could get a confession.Tears stung at his eyes and he straightened his posture, saluting you.“Goodbye, Lieutenant.”

With that, he left the room and the door shut behind him.

-

You didn’t know how long had passed since Sehun left. It could have been about a week, or even just a few hours. There was no way for you to know how much time had passed, with your eyesight taken away and your body rendered immobile. At this point, the hollowness of your stomach was a feeling you were getting used to and a small part of you thought they were just going to leave you in the freezing cold cell.

This particular government branch was known for lots of things, but you didn’t think they would use starvation as a murder method. Or would it be counted as a torture method?

Perhaps they had forgotten about you.

The cold had long since set into your bones and even if you had the energy left to try and make an escape from your bleak situation, you thought that the impact of your feet hitting the floor with each step would shatter your bones. Your hips were most likely too stiff to allow much movement, and you didn’t want to try and move your legs to find out.

After what seemed like a thousand lives, the door to your cell scraped open and all of your available senses were focused on the footsteps that entered the room. It sounded like only one person that had entered the room, but it could have been more. Your brain was covered in a thick fog that meant discerning any kind of noise difficult. 

“Lieutenant Y/N, it’s been an honour serving with you.” You didn’t reply, not trusting your voice, but they didn’t make any indication that they had wanted one. The voice was unrecognisable anyway.

“Do you have any last words?”

Ah. They were going to kill you.

Perhaps that was okay. An anti-climatic end to a fruitful and exciting career. You couldn’t exactly say that you had wasted your life; you had grown up in a loving family and had been able to travel the world with your job. You had learnt much and experienced more and you would pass on with few regrets.

It was unfortunate that you were able to say a final goodbye to Chanyeol. The last thing you had said to him was that you were heading to the coffee shop to pick up your regulars, and then you hadn’t made it to work that morning. You wondered vaguely if he thought that you were responsible for the leak too. Would he think that you were a traitor? Would you die with him hating you?

Perhaps that was one of your few regrets.

“Not particularly. Unless you can relay a message to the Commander?” They paused in their shuffling movements, and you took the surprised silence to say your bit. “I want you to tell him to continue investigating this leak, because it sure as fuck wasn’t me that sold any secrets. I live and breathe for this place, and I wouldn’t ruin everything I’ve built for myself for money. I thought he knew that, but I suppose I was mistaken.”“I’ll be sure to pass on the message, Lieutenant,” You nodded briefly, then froze solid at the next words. “Although, the amount of money they offered me was enough to sway even the most absolute soldiers.” 

“It was you,” you spat, itching to wrap your fingers around this person’s throat. “You’re the traitor.”“That’s such an ugly word. I prefer the term opportunist.” “How does the term criminal sound? You’re a dead man walking. There’s no way you’ll get away with this.”“Don’t be so sure. They entrusted me with your murder, I don’t think I’m a suspect at all.”“Believe me, you’ll be caught and executed soon. You’ve compromised the safety of the nation and every agent in this building.”“Don’t be so dramatic, I didn’t give away that much.” They sighed, and the sound of the safety clicking off their gun locked your muscles down again. “I’m done with this now. Say goodnight, Lieutenant.”“Fuck-”

The sound of your cell door crashing open was drowned out by the gunshot, and a piercing agony ripped through your upper chest. Completely unable to scream at the red hot pain that was spreading through your torso, you could do nothing but gasp for air as exclaims and shouting erupted around you.

Were the voices in your head? Was it your own subconscious screaming at you? You couldn’t quite understand the words that were swimming lazily towards your brain. 

The next thing you knew was warm hands uncuffing you from your hovering position and bringing you into their body. Suddenly light flooded your vision as the blindfold was ripped off your face, and you blinked blearily at the ceiling. You were lying down? You hadn’t even noticed.

A heavy weight was pressed against your chest and you attempted to bat the object off but found you couldn’t lift your arms at all. Simply lying there and blinking at the cracked ceiling, you wondered how it got like this.

“Y/N?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have joined the army those years ago, you figured.

“Lieutenant? Can you hear me?” 

Maybe if you had been lazy and merely completed your time in the military then went on to a different, normal career-

“Y/N! Answer me!”

-then you wouldn’t have caught their attention and been drafted into the secret service. Or, perhaps, if you had worked slightly harder, then you would be Commander and not the too-tall man with ridiculous ears and big doe eyes-

“Chanyeol?” His name came out slightly gurgled and breathless, but he understood it all the same. Bringing your body closer to his, he smoothed some hair from your face and answered your desperately.“Y/N? It’s me, I’m here. Can you understand me?”“Y-Yes,” you tried, body convulsing slightly as you tried to cough the blood out of your airway. “It hurts a lot, sir.”“I know, don’t worry. I’m putting pressure on the wound and help will be here to patch you up.”“I don’t think... I don’t think I’m gonna survive, Yeol.”“Shut the fuck up. I won’t hear your bullshit.” “Yeol...”“No more from you. That’s an order from your commanding officer.”

You stayed still and silent, wishing that your eyes would adjust to the blinding light quicker so you could look at him. So that you could take in the lines and planes of his face to memorise him. At least then you could think of him for the rest of eternity in whatever afterlife you ended up in.

“If you get through this, I’ll ask you on a date.”“A date?” Your lungs couldn’t breathe in as much suddenly, and you were trying your very best to not panic. Panicking would cause you to gasp and possibly choke, and you wanted to put off your imminent death as much as possible.“Yeah. I’ve wanted to ask you on a date for a long time. I won’t have you dying on me now, okay? We have to go get ice cream.”“Yes, sir. I like chocolate the best.”“What the fuck, vanilla is the best though?” He protested, sounding so desperately puzzled that tears pricked your already blurred vision. “If I could lift my arms, I’d smack you so very hard.”

He stayed quiet, merely pressing you closer to his body and pressing down even harder on your bullet wound.

The pain was fading now, which was both a terrible and good thing. Terrible; you were probably slipping off the edge between life and death. Good; at least it didn’t burn as much now.

“We know it wasn’t you. Your name is cleared, Y/N.”

You didn’t say a word in reply, but you knew that he would get it. He knew you better than anybody, having been in your brigade when you first joined the military. He took every chance since his promotion to rub it in that he was Commander and you weren’t, and initially it always made you bitter - now it just made you proud of how far he had come from the shy, gangly teenager you had met all those years ago.

He was a wonderful man now, and you knew he would go far. You wish you could move your mouth enough now to tell him so before you died in his arms.

“Sir?” you muttered. “Is that rain?”

He was unable to reply before you went limp in his grip, and the only noises he could release were garbled apologies and gasped sobs. His eyes were already swollen and he released you with one arm to wipe his soaked face with his left sleeve. 

“I’m so, so sorry. Please, God, forgive me. I’m so sorry.”