#But I'll leave this tag here just in case you mentally decide it's the latter

[flowerfletching]

I HAD A THOUGHT. I had many of them but I will share this one specifically in this post because I love it and would like to share it first.

Imagine when Halt and Crowley were still sharing and sleeping under the tarp thing, I think they did that for awhile in The Early Years if I'm correct, and everyone just woke up to see the two cuddling. They both insist that it never happened and, if it did, it was when they were both asleep. However, everyone knows that's a huge lie since 1: they saw it with their own eyes and 2: the two would have a very difficult time staying Rangers if they had just moved around like that in their sleep. But since both of the two were too stubborn to admit who started it, as well as whether or not it happened when they were both awake, the others had no choice but to drop it.

So what really happened? Well as you may have guessed, it started that night. Halt had woken up in the middle of the night and was unsure as to why, though he soon realized that it had been because of Crowley. His friend's breathing had shifted from deep and even to shaky and unsteady, not to mention that he could hear ever so slight shifts coming from him. And while he thankfully wasn't moving enough to alert anything had there been something nearby, it was still enough for the Hibernian to notice. Halt had then looked over at the red-haired man lying next to him and realized that he was probably still asleep, though he had a deeply troubled expression on his face.

It didn't take Halt long to realize that Crowley was most likely having a nightmare. What it was about, Halt couldn't be sure. All he knew was that his protective instincts had kicked in and he knew he had to do something to help ease his friend's sleeping mind. Halt judged that, while Crowley was a light sleeper, he seemed too deep in his slumber to wake up from a simple shift in position. So Halt gently pulled and held him close, careful not to wake him up.

The thing is, Halt had sworn to himself that he wouldn't fall asleep and that he'd just do this until Crowley seemed to be fine and then he'd go back to sleeping in his own spot. Unfortunately, Halt underestimated just how comfortable this position was...and just how tired he was. Because of this underestimate, he had soon fallen asleep with Crowley in his arms for the others to find in the morning.

So while Halt does know the truth of how they got in that position, he would never admit it. He also knew how all of the future instances of this had occurred as well, though if anyone had asked him about it he'd still keep up the pretense of disbelief.

[written1nthest4rs]

Just reblogged the only 4 posts I ever made regarding the situation with em1grate and m1llionaires. I didn't know their new blogs until about 8 hours ago. I legit thought they were gone and leaving me alone but it seems that isn't the case. For the last day or so they've been accusing me of stalking them, and talking shit about them when I haven't. You can scroll back on my blog. I have nothing to hide. It's the #the puppeteer // mun tag if you didn't know. And I've been informed that ever since that incident they've been watching my blog, vaguing about me every single day, and even sent screenshots. Now, keep in mind. I originally found out m1llionaires had me blocked bc they were interacting with a mutual. I was curious who they were so I clicked their name. Found I was blocked. I went ok and carried on with my life.

Flash forward a week later, I find out that m1llionaires was h0rrorwood, who got all butthurt cuz I said not to follow me if you don't like my faceclaims. And I never told her bf to block her. I wanted him to say something to her cuz she vagued about me right after I made my post about the fcs issue.

I was gonna leave it there but it kept going (you can scroll my posts from earlier today. They're every single screenshot I had about it.) So I blocked him too and moved on. Now I'll admit I was a bit petty. I posted lyrics to Slaughterhouse, and Massacre The New American Dream, as well as reblogged several pics of palaye supporting LGBT, including trans people. But I eventually stopped and moved on with my life.

Flash forward to a few days ago, and the whole thing with nevermoreunihq starts up. Now, I'm not racist or ableist. I'm gonna say this rn before anybody jumps to conclusions. I do not wish to change my characters or rp characters who do not share the struggles I do, out of respect for the people who do. I don't feel confident enough that I'll get it right and I don't wish to offend anybody. This stranger things blog, inactive from August, chimes in only reading half the post, calls me racist and ableist. Not willing to listen. (These screenshots are also below.) I go into their dms and try to clear the air like an adult. They still are unwilling to listen so I blocked them. Then saw they got an ask from an anon and wouldn't you know. It was the same people with the FC drama. My post about nevermoreunihq, and my response to their post was deleted from here but it still exists on that stranger things blog brokenmvses. Go ahead take a look. As well as the Anon.

After that happened I decide to take a break. It wasn't good for my mental health. I was already dealing with a lot at the time of this happening. Then I get a DM from m1llionaires. (Screenshot is also below from the last day)

I shrug it off, screenshotted it and blocked them. Then I find out just who m1llionaires is. And oh boy. I find out from my sources that m1llionaires had been accusing me of stalking them for the past week, despite me not knowing their URLS until earlier today, and I checked both blogs to see what I could see what had been said. Now at this point, I'd made the new blog and sent dms out to a bunch of people with the new url so we could continue to interact. I found out that someone had ratted out my new blog to my stalkers. They sent me Anon hate but I didn't respond to it. I merely blocked it, hid the blog completely, and changed the URL.

Now here's what's going through my head. One person must've said something or was actively looking for my new blog. If it was the latter, you got too much time on your hands and you're clearly obsessed. If it was the former, somebody ratted me out. Now I told one person I didn't fully trust. And get this, they're mutuals with m1llionaires. So of course my first thought was "seriously? After I defended you after you attempted suicide? I did nothing to you." So I block them on both blogs. Then I got screenshots of a portion of a callout from em1grate.

The only thing that's true here is that I told people not to follow me if they didn't like my fcs. I wasn't sent the full callout bc it's apparently very long and I can't view the account cuz it's password protected.

And at this point I'd had my pinned post up for a WHILE. Then I get sent this.

I was never attacking you. I was proving a point. You're just trying to incite hate towards me by playing the victim. IDC if the original post wasn't about me. You vagued about me after I blocked you and told people not to follow me if they don't like my fcs. It's in my rules now because it has to be said now that if you don't like somebody don't follow them.

You need a life. I got better things to worry about in my own life than to worry what goes on in yours. I never actively sought you out. I didn't post about you at all until today. I never looked for you. And now you've brought this on yourself.

Now, as a conclusion. These two are stalkers. They've been stalking my blog since they made their new ones and have been vaguing about me nonstop since when I nearly forgot about them. Consider this a callout, will you? This is how you do a true callout. I am sick of being pushed around by you when I did nothing to you. I'm sick of being bullied. If you see this post, report m1llionaires and em1grate.

[sector-i-closed]

Daddy Material

Kang Yeosang x Choi San x Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader, Roommate AU

Warning: Smut, degradation, cum play, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal penetration, hair pulling, bondage (handcuffs), daddy kink and I don't remember oh and 4k plus words

Tagging: shoutout to @atiny-piratequeen and @youneedapiratekink for helping me with this and also tagging @delicatewerewolfsoul @mirror-juliet @beankeeper37 @youneedapiratekink @atiny-piratequeen again

It was interesting to you to say the least, interesting to be living under the same roof as three males who were not related to you in any way and today your forth roommate was added to the household.

You were quite annoyed by the new company but you didn't mind it that much since it helped you to forget how lonely you would feel at times.

This evening however you were standing in the hallway, placing distance between yourself and Park Seonghwa, the newest roommate and you were talking on your phone with your best friend who had a tendency of speaking anything that was on their mind.

Choi San had abruptly passed you by while on his way to the restroom, scaring you midway through your conversation with your friend.

You inhaled a breath and resumed speaking about the days events over the phone.

"What's your newest roommate's name?" Your friend enquired, looking for any information that they could gain from you.

"Oh it's Seonghwa..." You trailed off, trying to block the mental image of his face from your mind because you didn't want to be reminded of his attractive face which added to the three that already gave you impure thoughts and misery that you couldn't satisfy with only your hands.

"Oh Seonghwa! I know of him! He's such a daddy I hear!" Your friend's enthusiasm prompted you to grit your teeth, not finding the situation very exciting since there were four attractive men under your roof and you were only their roommate, and you wondered why you cared.

"None of them in this house is daddddy material..." You purposely emphasized the word daddy in a whiny voice to agitate your friend, though you were not ready for someone to speak up right behind your back.

Quickly you ended the call so that you could face your roommate, though you felt too mortified to actually face him now, this was going to be extremely awkward you decided with a disheartened sigh.

"Interesting direction your conversation has taken, especially when you're speaking about your roommates being daddy material. I wonder what you may have been thinking the entire time we've been living with you. Surely someone as sweet as you haven't been dreaming of getting laid by us." Hongjoong chuckled teasingly, a gleam in his eyes glittering which successfully unnerved you and made you wonder if perhaps you had stared at the male too long at one time.

Your face was burning up with fire, the anxiety of what you couldn't take back was weighing heavy on you and all you could do was stare at the male wordlessly.

A wicked smirk graced his lips as he stepped closer and your pulse quickened in response to his action.

"I'll bet that you've thought about that, which one of us was it?" Hongjoong asked with faux curiosity, he took another step closer to you and the sensation of your heart feeling as if it would explode any moment was painful.

"...." You opened your mouth, unable to say anything in your defense and your roommate seemed amused by your action.

"All of us? Surely you're too innocent to even have had that thought."

"Yes..." You spoke, uncertain as to what you were agreeing to but you were hoping for the latter.

"Yes, all of us?" Hongjoong looked down at you from where he stood, making you feel quite small and you hated it with a passion.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" San's voice broke the tension that was becoming unbearable for your heart. Your face lit up with relief and you were thinking that San had suffused the situation, that was until Hongjoong opened his mouth and squashed your hopes.

"Y/N and I were talking about how none of us are daddy material in her mind." Hongjoong chuckled at San's darkened expression, ignoring the daggers that you were glaring at the shorter male.

"Just wait until Yeosang hears this." San maintained the breath stealing gaze that he held on you.

"I don't think you should be making assumptions like that, I'm ready to prove you wrong right now if you want me to." He growled, a darkness overtaking his eyes and overshadowing the sweet man you had come to know.

"I'm pretty certain she wants us all to prove that we are indeed daddy material." Hongjoong's eyes danced with glee as you looked away, now having a feeling that the others were going to find out and what scared you the most was the knowledge that you would be unable to refuse their offer to prove themselves.

"Let's go find Hwa and Yeosang." San grabbed you by the arm, dragging your helpless body along as you dreaded what the others would do. Still you walked along with San pulling you while Hongjoong walked alongside your body.

Finally after what seemed like an hour the three of you were standing in the living room where Yeosang was playing videogames.

"Hey, Sang! Guess what Hongjoong heard Y/N say!" San grinned as he looked at your frowning face, the urge to hide was overwhelming and you felt as if you would cry from the humiliation, though you really wanted to see what would happen.

"Don't bother me I'm winning..." Kang Yeosang kept his eyes trained on the television screen as his fingers aggressively pressed the controls of his gaming console.

You silently prayed that he would react in a nonchalant manner if he was told what San seemed so invested in telling him.

"Y/N said that none of us here are daddy material!" San bursted out in giggles, holding your arm fast in his grip.

"Oh?" Yeosang peeled his eyes away from the television to peer at you in confusion.

"Is that the case? She could be right." Yeosang shrugged while brushing his hair from his face.

"Why must you say that?" San pouted, his hold on your arm loosening and in contrast relief was beginning to wash over you when Yeosang spoke up again.

"Because there should be no reason for me to say why." He glanced at Hongjoong with a questioning look in his eyes, who in turn gave a vague nod with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Does Y/N want to find out if we really are daddy material? I will make sure she finds out when she can't fucking walk tomorrow." Yeosang smirked darkly.

"Bring it on, I'll be able to walk easily even after a few rounds with each one of you." You scowled, tired of the way things were being dragged out.

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Have you had enough time to think about what you're getting into?" Seonghwa smoothly inserted himself into the conversation as if he belonged.

"I'm fucking sure!" You snapped, jerking your arm away from San's lax grip.

"Do anything it takes to prove yourselves because so far I'm not impressed." You spat, marching off into the direction of your bedroom.

"Oh babygirl. You have such low standards, we will surpass those easily and you will never forget it. Maybe your friend would like to hear you describe your experience with us when your voice returns." Hongjoong's mocking tone filled your ears, prompting them to burn in embarrassment.

"Shut up!" You retorted, only for laughter to ensue afterwards.

"The neighbors will remind her." San piped up in a cocky tone.

"So are you guys gonna do something or not?!" You huffed out in exasperation.

"Stop making her wait." Yeosang spoke up firmly, allowing his input to be heard.

He stepped towards you first, his pupils dark with an emotion within them that made you quite nervous and your body trembled beneath the fingertips that reached out to you and touched your arm.

Tingles resulted from the male's touch as he boldly closed the distance between your face and his.

"We will make it worth your time." Yeosang promised in a low voice, immediately melding his lips to yours and possessing them.

His straightforward manner took your breath away and puzzled you greatly since you had thought of him as the most reserved one in the house.

The sensation of soft lips pressed against your neck added to the otherworldly feeling of being kissed deeply by Yeosang, thus your body reacting by shuddering violently and relaxing into the chest of the male who stood behind you.

"Is this like you've wanted?" Seonghwa purred against your ear, biting your earlobe and encouraging even more tingles to rush throughout your bloodstream.

You whimpered into Yeosang's mouth.

"Already so excited by us, Y/N?" Hongjoong's singsong voice murmured against your other ear, a soft kiss being pressed against it and combining with the sensations of Yeosang's kisses and exploratory hand movements while Seonghwa kissed your neck with hot, openmouthed kisses that drowned you in heated sensuality.

You whined at the loss of Seonghwa's lips kissing your neck but instead Hongjoong leaned in and bit down on your neck, judging the vicinity of your sweet spot perfectly.

A pleasured cry tore through your throat, which paused the dance for dominance that your tongue was having with Yeosang's organ.

Hongjoong chuckled at your reaction and his hands slithered to your waist, slowly caressing your curves all while Yeosang traced your jawline with his fingertips.

"You sound impressed and we haven't even fucked you yet, babygirl. You're going to be completely amazed by the time we're finished." Hongjoong teased, biting your neck again with more force this time, leaving behind a bright red marking that would join the bites that he knew were yet to come tonight.

Reflexively you broke the kiss with Yeosang and tilted your head back, crying out vulnerably, the pitiful cry inciting restlessness to come over the males who were waiting for their turn with you and the thought was enough for your thighs to become slick with your arousal.

Unconsciously your hips grinded into Hongjoong's crotch, rubbing against him and coaxing a low groan from his throat.

"Oh!" Your movements were forcefully paused by Hongjoong grappling your hips and stopping you in your tracks.

"Daddy did not give you permission to do that." A sharp smack interrupted your labored pants and a small yelp followed the spank to your ass.

"Remember to ask daddy what you want." Hongjoong growled, "Or we will punish you."

He added, feeling you stiffen beneath his grip on your body.

"I thought you were supposed to impress me?" You laughed out, only for him to tangle his hands in your hair and turn you to face him.

"Believe me doll, we will. Now strip for us." He ordered, pushing you towards the doorway and watching you enter your bedroom and purposely take your time in removing your clothes from your body.

"When do I get a turn?" San whined after returning from somewhere with something shiny in his hands. You squinted your eyes to check closer and you found that he was holding a pair of handcuffs...

"No one is keeping you from having a turn." Seonghwa replied boredly, ignoring the younger males insistent whining as he began to strip down.

Your knees began to tremble beneath your weight as you watched Yeosang pull his shirt up and over his head, exposing his smooth skin which you found yourself desperately wanting to touch.

"So beautiful. Lie down, little girl." Seonghwa commanded, although you felt stubborn you went along with following his order.

"Horizontally." San chimed in.

You rolled your eyes and lied down upon your bed horizontally, allowing the youngest to click the cuffs and bind your hands together.

You sighed and felt a surge of adrenaline surge through your blood after realizing that four sets of eyes were drinking in your naked body and another trickle of arousal moistened your thighs.

"So obedient for us." San smiled down at you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"What do you want, babygirl? Tell daddy what you want him to do to you." Seonghwa ran his hand across your thigh, the tremors of your muscles prevalent beneath his touch.

Through the corner of your eye you could see Hongjoong undressing and you could make out that San had completely undressed in a mind bogglingly short period of time. Your heart felt as if it was lodged in your throat, preventing you from speaking at first.

"Use your words, little one." Yeosang broke through the haze of your muddled thoughts.

"Uh... I want... I want daddy's cock," You gestured towards Seonghwa with your head while you rested your cuffed hands against your stomach."

"And daddy I w-want your cock..." You stammered out while looking up at Yeosang pleadingly, feeling exposed and vulnerable on every level possible.

"At the same time?" Seonghwa interjected in a tone that made you want to laugh at how incredulous and surprised he sounded.

"Y-yes... please..." You moaned, opening your legs wide for Seonghwa to access your throbbing sex, mewling at the feel of his hands teasing your wet inner thighs with painfully delicate touches.

You tilted your head back until it was almost hanging off of the bed, staring at Yeosang as his naked body stood over you.

"Open your mouth for me, greedy whore." Yeosang ordered in a chilling tone.

Automatically your lips parted, another soft plea emanating from your lips as you gazed up at Yeosang. He took your cue and pressed the dripping tip of his cock against your lips, eventually sliding his length into the blissful warm wetness of your mouth.

"Ngh..." You hummed as you deep throated him, accommodating his hard cock in your mouth.

Tears stung your eyes when the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat and slid on down into your throat.

"Mmm!" You flinched when the tip of Seonghwa's cock pressed up against your entrance, sliding on inside of you as your hole readily accepted the intrusion.

"Your mouth is so fucking hot around my cock..." Yeosang groaned, snapping his hips forward and watching your Adam's apple bob in synchronicity with his thrusts. You moaned around his cock and tugged at your restraints as he continued to fuck your mouth.

Meanwhile your legs were shaking violently, the result of Seonghwa vigorously ramming his cock inside of your heat, him hovering above your body as he repetitively moved his hips in sinful movements that pleasured you deeply.

Pitiful whimpers exited your throat, seeing stars with every stroke of Seonghwa's dick penetrating your sensitive heat.

"Mmm mm..." You moaned, trembling and taking the harsh abuse of their cocks penetrating your holes and thrusting deep into you.

The urge to gag periodically coming and going as the tears flowed from your eyes, tears of enjoyment that you could not stop even as the burn of his cock stretching your throat was almost unbearable.

"You're taking my cock so well, babygirl." Yeosang grunted, continuing to fuck your throat until it began to feel raw from the constant friction of his length.

A shaky breath was breathed through your nose, your body quivering vulnerably from the deep penetration of Seonghwa's cock.

Briefly you wondered what San and Hongjoong were doing, a strangled moan coming from one of the males and snapping you back to remembering that you weren't alone with Yeosang and Seonghwa, which caused you to wonder if someone was jerking off while watching you get fucked at both ends.

Yeosang's constant spearing of your mouth prevented you from seeing what the other two men were doing but you could hear one of them whining and moaning pathetically while another sexual moan joined the cacophony of sounds that included your occasional gagging with each motion of Yeosang roughly shoving his cock down your throat, those sounds combined with Seonghwa's skin slapping harshly against your ass cheeks.

Your hole clenched tightly around Seonghwa's length, your muscles tightening from the glorious feelings that you accepted without a second thought, even your anal entrance was clenching from the pleasurable contact of his balls slapping against your puckered flesh.

"Don't come until daddy says you can." Seonghwa warned, reminding you subtly that he wasn't going to make it easy on you.

"I'm gonna cum on your face and tits, babygirl... Fuck I'm gonna make you daddy's cum bucket!" Yeosang barked out urgently, extracting his twitching length from your mouth.

You felt a spasm rip through your body but it was only a precursor to your climax as you tried to hold yourself together, the abuse that your pussy was receiving becoming too much for you to handle as Yeosang added to your predicament, in front of your own eyes he worked his hand up and down his shaft, releasing himself and shooting ribbons of translucent juices across your neck and chest.

"Ahh~" You arched your back and moaned out loud while simultaneously turning your head to the side and catching sight of what Hongjoong and San were doing.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of Hongjoong and San standing together, naked and kissing each other fervently.

Heavy pants exited your mouth as you watched, feeling Seonghwa's thrusts become harder and more pronounced.

San's hands were wandering down the small of Hongjoong's back in hungry touches that fascinated you greatly, the elder males hands slowly moving downwards themselves, rubbing across the vee of San's pelvis and teasingly moving his fingers closer to his erect cock.

While you watched his fingers wrap around San's cock you felt Seonghwa hit your weak spot, shattering the bubble of pleasure and you could not grasp any control to keep your orgasm from happening.

"OH!! AH DADD-...“ You screamed and writhed wildly beneath Seonghwa, who held you in place with a strong grip.

"Babygirl couldn't resist coming while watching us, could she?" Hongjoong chuckled, placing a chaste kiss against a pouting San's lips.

You could scarcely hear what he was saying, your sex was becoming overstimulated by the unrelenting thrusts of Seonghwa and the sensitivity of your flesh was overwhelming.

"You came without permission, babygirl... and you had better clean up after we're finished with you." The male growled, reminding you while withdrawing his cock from your body and proceeding to paint your stomach, pelvis and thighs with his sticky, hot cum.

Electricity rushed through every cell and nerve ending that you were aware of that you had in your body. Even though you were still reeling from your climax, a tightening of your heat informed you that you were still very turned on.

"On your knees, now." San's voice penetrated the blissful haze that you were experiencing, rudely interrupting the enjoyment of your afterglow.

You struggled to turn over and balance your body's weight onto your knees, lifting your ass in the air while the rest your upper body weight was placed onto your forearms.

The handcuffs restricted the use of your arms and hands, leaving them only to be useful for not teetering off of the bed.

A loud smack broke the silence as you winced from the sting of your ass being struck roughly.

"Tell me, babygirl. Do you enjoy your punishment for coming without permission?" San asked with an amused chuckle, using the palm of his hand to smooth over the reddened area, only to smack your ass yet again.

You flinched and moaned out weakly, your voice still hoarse from your mouth being fucked by Yeosang earlier.

"I'm... I'm sorry, daddy!" You whined, the now harsh burning sensation of your ass was motivating you to speak and the other males in the room thought that you were adorable the way you pitifully spoke up after only a few taps to your rear.

"So sweet the way you are so willing to call me daddy now. I'll think about lessening your punishment." San purred, positioning the head of his cock at your hole before purposely lowering his length and rubbing it teasingly up and down your slick slit.

You shuddered at his touch, anticipating to be filled yet again although you still felt extremely sensitive.

"Ah!!" You squealed at the top of your voice, being unprepared for him to have actually pushed himself inside of you so soon.

Hyperventilating breaths replaced the brief silence of the moment that had settled over the atmosphere in the room and you dared to raise your eyes, finding Yeosang on his knees in front of Seonghwa, sucking off the older male who had his hand fisted in Yeosang's hair and was guiding his movements briskly as he hollowed his cheeks around Seonghwa's length.

San was not letting up on how hard he fucked you from behind and a constant string of moans was uttered from your lips, intensifying as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, leaving you with no choice except to watch Yeosang orally clean your essence off of Seonghwa's cock.

"You enjoy that don't you?" A seductive purr sounded nearby your ear and you saw that Hongjoong was kneeling near you.

"You like getting fucked while someone else is licking your cum from another someone's cock huh?" Hongjoong grasped beneath your chin, turning you to face him in spite of the restrictions that San placed on your movements.

The pull at your scalp worsened and you felt as if you would collapse from the sensitivity of enduring the repetitive movements of San's cock wrecking your throbbing heat.

Pathetic cries spilled from your lips as you unconsciously held your mouth open, drooling from your mouth and dripping saliva onto your arms.

"You sound so pretty when you're being ruined." San spat out harshly, his fingernails digging into your hips as he snapped his hips forward and leaving you senseless from the painful pleasure that you were receiving.

"AHHHH D-D...!!!" You screamed, coming hard on San's cock and contracting violently around his length.

At the last moment he pulled out, peppering curses between groans while cumming on your ass cheeks, leaving his release dripping down your skin in pale, glistening streaks that accented your skin color.

You panted heavily, resting your head against your forearms and for now you were oblivious to what anyone else may have been doing.

"It seems our babygirl forgot what to call us." Hongjoong's humored tone filled your ears and prompted your ears to heat up in embarrassment.

"Count." A sudden smack was added to your ass, encouraging your flesh to jiggle from the contact of his hand and the knowledge of him touching San's cum made you dizzy with lust.

"Ah!" You yelped after another stinging slap was administered to your ass.

"Mmm..." You moaned out after the third spank to your ass cheek.

"You are forgetting to count, did you forget how?" Hongjoong growled, watching your body tremble from the attention that he gave.

"N-no!" You squeaked desperately, feeling something deep inside of you throb yet again.

"Are you so senseless that you can't even gather your own wits?" Hongjoong pushed you onto your back, hovering over your body and staring into your eyes with a dark intensity that made your stomach have butterflies.

"Uh..." You whined, spreading your legs farther apart and instinctively grinding your heat against his erect.

"Not so fast, I know you're a hungry cockslut but you're not getting it until you at least answer my question." His eyes narrowed, penetrating the mixed feelings that circulated in your body.

"P-please..." You begged, your lips trembling as you gazed at him pleadingly.

"I haven't heard you answer my question." Hongjoong tsked, leaning forward and bit your neck, moving down across your chest and leaving reddened spots littered across your chest and breasts.

Your eyes rolled back as his lips sucked at your skin, exciting your heat to the point of clenching tightly around air.

"Please..." You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to fight the fire that built again inside of your veins.

"How about no?" He chuckled, removing himself from between your legs and smiling at you devilishly, taking in the way your jaw dropped in shock.

You cried out and bucked your hips in frustration, watching him walk around your body and stand behind your head.

To your surprise Yeosang inserted his body between your legs, looking down at you from where you lied.

"You thought that you weren't going to be punished for forgetting who makes you feel good, huh?" Yeosang grinned at you evilly, taking the signal in your eyes as a go ahead to slide his hard member inside of your soaked heat.

"Daddy..." You mewled softly.

"Open your mouth for daddy." Hongjoong ordered, to which you obeyed and parted your lips for him, expecting him to slide his dick inside of your mouth but instead he began to jerk off in front of your face.

A soft moan came from the direction of where San had went and you wondered what he was doing with Seonghwa but you couldn't tear your eyes away from Hongjoong.

You had no idea how you could maintain keeping your mouth open without closing it reflexively, the constant moans that you were vocalizing while Yeosang fucked your heat effectively.

"I c-can't do it!" You arched your back and tugged at your handcuffs to no avail.

The excessive sensitivity of your sex encouraging hot tears to stream down your cheeks.

"You can do it, babygirl. Just one more time." Hongjoong spoke up softly to your surprise, acting differently from the way he had earlier when he had denied you and it puzzled you greatly.

You held your mouth open between choked sounds that came from your throat. Already you were feeling sore between your legs and Yeosang wasn't even finished with you yet.

"Ah! I can't! I oh...~!" You groaned, your walls fluttering to their own accord.

"Yes you can, cum for daddy babygirl." Hongjoong commanded, sensing that you were about to fall apart any second.

"Gonna fuck you until you come around my cock, babygirl!" Yeosang hissed, thrusting even deeper inside of your pussy as his hands went to your clit, rubbing it briskly and sending sparks to your head.

You began to convulse beneath him, screaming out and crying as Hongjoong came undone on your face and lips, saturating you thoroughly with the scent of sex.

Yeosang pulled out and pumped himself until he came on your sex, splattering his seed onto your aching folds.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling too weak to hold your eyelids open.

"Time to clean up, everybody." Seonghwa huffed, dashing your hopes at having a chance to rest.

"We are daddy material, aren't we?" San spoke up cockily, raising the level of your annoyance again.

[curiousconch]

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Chapter 6 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

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Chapter Synopsis: Heather is taken hostage, but by whom? And she isn't alone. Rafael and Bryce set tries to find the missing link.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.4k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / violence, language

Author's Notes: Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Heather was due for another week in Johns Hopkins. So even though she didn't feel up to it after last night's fiasco, she forced herself to pack her clothes from the washer and clean out her temporary room.

She snuck glances to Bryce's bedroom door, trying to muster up the courage to face him and apologize. She was drunk last night. Drunk people make the lousiest mistakes, especially when that person is an emotional wreck. Long kept secrets of the heart creep up to the surface, often loaded with regrets like ticking time bombs inevitably blowing up the next morning.

In the end, she decided not to tell him her impassioned speech about nothing good ever happens after 2am, a reference from their shared favorite sitcom. Instead, she washed and cleaned and packed, and when the time came, left without a single word. She thought it was best to leave him be, giving them both space to process what they've just revealed. They'll just deal with it after she's done with her commitments in Maryland.

So she booked a car. And with one silent goodbye, she stepped out into the empty hallways. Her steps felt heavy against the carpeted floors, feeling more and more rueful with each. She was about to turn to the elevator bay when the fire exit flew open behind her.

Before she could turn around to see, an arm grabbed her by the waist while a piece of cloth covered her mouth and nose, muffling her shouts for help. Her head began spinning almost immediately. It wasn't long before she completely blacked out.

***

When Heather came to, she only saw darkness. Her immediate reaction was to scream, only to whimper after realizing she was gagged. Panic rose within her chest, as she struggled to think straight. She tried to blink to no avail. She was living in a nightmare, and she badly wanted to wake up. So she had two choices - either be a victim or be a survivor.

She chose the latter.

With that, she began to assess her surroundings, using her limited capabilities. She could tell that her eyes were covered, and by the tingling pain in her wrists behind her, she knew she was tied up. Strangely, her ankles were free. While most of her senses were restrained, those that weren't became magnified.

Her back felt the hard floor, she banged her head against it, confirming her theory.

Concrete? Uneven. Unfinished?

She tried to stand up, her legs felt weak, almost like jelly. She tried another time, and succeeded on kneeling. She balanced herself and used her legs to stand up, one after another.

She heard the sound of plastic rustling in the wind, and the cold night air brushing against her face.

Seems like I'm somewhere cold. Is that wind coming from large windows?

All of a sudden, she heard voices. The sounds were inaudible, but she observed intense shifts in the faint conversation.

Two voices, another room? Are they arguing?

She tried to direct herself towards the voices, taking caution not to make a noise. The volume gradually increased, aiding her to understand the conversation clearly enough.

"You're one hour late and you didn't bring enough."

"Such a whiney brat. Did you get that from juvy?"

"It's a mystery why someone haven't punched you and your perfect teeth."

"Some guy already did. But you? I bet ten grand you wouldn't. You're just a piece of shit without my funding."

"Right, without your pockets lined with cash, what are you?"

"Uh, free man with lots of connections?"

The words didn't make sense to her, but the voices that threw them around sounded familiar. She strained to get closer, trying to think who they could possibly be. Before she could hear more, she stumbled, her body making a noisy thud as it quickly planted on the ground. She felt something hard scrape against her cheek, a warm liquid trickled after, then pain.

Blood.

She shifted her head sideways, her legs dangling over something she couldn't quite figure out from the thick fabric of her jeans. Then it moved.

She gasped and retrieved her legs, her mind racing.

Who is it? Bryce? Rafael?

Her anxiety rose as she struggled with the mere possibility that she wasn't the only one kidnapped. The danger of the situation suddenly becoming more grave.

Then the body elicited a groan, a sound similar with her failed attempt to scream earlier. She heard it grumble once more, and then again. It was in the third time that Heather finally figured out who the voice might belong to.

Senator Ed Farrugia's.

Like a bucket of ice, a bone-chilling realization came to her. If they went all this way to hostage the senator, what's gonna stop them from killing her?

Her panicked thoughts were invaded by the sound of steps approaching. In an instant, she felt that she was shoved upright in a sitting position. The same person grabbed her by the collar and dragged her body back to where she came from, making her bare feet blister and bleed against the rough surface. Her face touched edges of plastic as her body followed the steps of her attacker. She tried to swallow her screams in an attempt to preserve energy, but the hairs at the back of her neck gave her fear away. She was then banged against a wall, followed by silence.

A set of steps receded, probably of the person who just dragged her back to her original place. This was quickly replaced by another set of steps, producing a distinct tapping. Different shoes, different person. First one seems like running shoes, this one sounds like leather.

Without warning, her hair was pulled backwards, making her wail beneath the cloth in her mouth. She smelled the scent of cigarettes.

"You just won't go down without a fight, eh? Well good for you, doctor. This will be all the more enjoyable."

Finally giving in on her fears, she shivered. She knew that voice anywhere. It was a sound so despicable that she hated it ever since the first time she heard it. The one man who mocked her, brought her down since her intern year. Arrogant, ambitious and immoral. All the curse words in the world couldn't describe this person. It belonged to a man she never wanted to see, hear, nor be in the presence of ever.

It was the greatest scumbag of all time.

Declan Nash.

***

Rafael was in full blown recon mode for Senator Farrugia's disappearance when he learned that Heather was also missing. Elijah called in to check if she has contacted him for the last 12 hours, he wished she did, but he told him no. When he got off the phone, the conference room he was in suddenly felt crowded.

"Dr. Song is apparently missing too," he reported to the rest of the team working on the Farrugia case. "Let's find where and when she was last seen, and start from there. I have a hunch she's going to lead us to the senator." He called IT to extract Heather's phone logs and location pings before he stepped out for a moment to process this new information. He found himself slumping in the fire exit stairwell, feeling an urge to punch the wall.

When he was about to act on it, his phone rang. It was ADA Lahela.

"Have you heard?"

"Yes, I just got off the phone with Elijah."

"And Senator Ed?"

"Yes, we're trying to find leads for the past 3 hours since we were notified."

"Okay, have you checked her phone records?"

"IT is working on it now."

"Okay. She supposedly left the condo around 4am this morning. I heard her leave. That might be a good starting point."

Rafael made a mental note.

"I'm going to meet Perry. He's in the front and center of this thing. I'll let you know as soon as I come up with anything." Raf heard Bryce say, after which the line ended.

He felt like an idiot, a sinking feeling of regret drawing him in. But he couldn't wallow in it now. Not until they find her.

There's time for that later. Right now, Heather needs me.

Fired up with resolve, he went out of the desolate stairwell and worked. He immediately followed up on Heather’s phone logs and available electronic records. He also called up field agents to go down at Bryce's complex for a copy of CCTV footage for the past 24 hours.

Once the instructions were handed over, he focused on Travis Perry. He helped himself to a cup of black coffee, willing his mind to stay sharp. He pored over Perry's file, searching for anything they may have missed.

He sighed, pushing back his emotions to the back of his mind. It's quickly becoming one of the longest nights of his life.

Author’s Notes 2: When I wrote this, I thought of merging this with the next. I just felt that they're best read together. So instead of combining the two, I've decided to publish both chapters simultaneously. Both is packed, I know, even I got dizzy writing it. But I hope you'll enjoy the roller coaster ride as much as I did. Appreciate it if you could share your thoughts!

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