#I am on my knees. my lover my love. fucking shoot him in the other eye.

[dickgreyson]

I once again open my laptop to face a slade Wilson comic arc

[strniohoeee]

Should I?

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female, Chubby, WOC Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is scared to get a belly button piercing as she’s a bigger girl. But Matt doesn’t see an issue with it, actually he encourages her to get it. But will her fears stop her???

Warnings⚠️: None really, but there’s like freaky innuendos? Also this is like a blurb tbh😃

Song for imagine: Bound 2- Kanye West

I know you’re tired of loving

Of loving, with nobody to love

Nobody to, nobody

Uh huh honey….

I had always wanted a belly button piercing, but I always felt I was too heavy to get one. I mean I’ve seen many girls that were plus size with belly button piercings and they looked so good, but my dumb brain told me I’d look horrible.

When I was younger I hated my body, oftentimes I never even looked in the mirror. As I got older and put myself out there more that started to go away. And before I knew it I had loved my body. And because I was an influencer I was also able to help other people who looked just like me.

I had met Matt through Nick who swore up and down Matt and I were “destined to be”. I knew Matt was the tiniest triplet, so for a while I put off hanging out with him. Until one day I said fuck it, and here we were 2 years into a relationship.

Not once has he ever made a negative comment about my appearance, if anything he has made me love myself even more, and has even pushed me more out of my comfort zone.

Here and there their “fans” had some unkind words to say, and at times it did make me upset and had me questioning our relationship, but I snapped out of that quickly. Because Matt didn’t love me for my body, but for who I was inside. In his words I am “loving, intelligent, extremely funny, sassy and an amazing soul to be around”

So here I was sitting on my couch missing Matt as him and Chris were in Chicago for Summer Smash. I had spent the last two days with Nick and now I was home waiting three more days for my lover.

And all I kept thinking about was getting my bellybutton pierced. I knew exactly who I wanted to go to and everytime my finger lingered over the phone number I chickened out.

Nick had spent our two days hanging out convincing me I needed to get it done. He was a huge fan of me getting it done, but I was way too scared. Not from the pain, but how I’d look….

Opening the messages app I clicked on Matt’s contact

Matty 🧸

Me

Babeeeeeeeee

Matty🧸

Babeeeeeeee

What’s up??

Me

How’s your day been? I miss you😔

Matty🧸

It’s been good Chris

And I just got back from lunch

How’s your day? I miss you a lot

More👎🏽🫶🏽

Me

It’s good, I’m thinking about doing something, I need your advice. Maybe permission too?���🏽

Matty🧸

You never need my permission

to do anything, shoot!

Me

What if I get a belly button piercing today….

Matty🧸

I’d actually beg

On my knees for you

To do it🙏🏽

Me

Mmm maybe I will now😈

Matty🧸

Do send pics baby😫

Chris and I are about to

Head out for summer smash

I love you and I’ll talk to you

Tonight😘😘

Me

Okay my love, have fun and stay safe. Talk to you

Tonight 💕💕

For some reason this made me really want the piercing. Saying fuck it I called the shop and set up my appointment for later on in the day. I booked my appointment for 5pm since I had some errands to run today. Which was perfect because with the time difference it would be around 8-9 pm for Matt….

It was about 7pm when I finally got back to my apartment, so I knew Matt would be in their hotel room.

Standing in front of my body mirror I took a picture and sent it to him

Me

Matty🧸

Oh my fucking God-

My jaw dropped like actually

It looks so good

And you look so fucking beautiful

If Chris wasn’t in this room with me

We’d be having a special call….

I stopped to blush at his words…

Me

You’ll be home soon…and then we can take care of business….🫦🫦

After those messages all I could think about was Matt and how he’d act in person once he saw me. When they got back from Chicago he came over to my apartment.

And let’s just say he took care of business. The whole time he had us in front of the mirror as he sat and caressed my whole body, especially my stomach.

I felt sexy and loved and most importantly I felt beautiful. And he showed me how much he loved and missed me that whole night……

Who would’ve thought a body piercing could cause me to love myself even more…

The End

This was just something small and random I thought about. I lowkey want a belly button piercing as a chubby Latina girl🤌🏽 but we’ll see. Love yall dearly 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Playin’ Games (Choso x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Self-Insert!Reader (Friends to Lovers & Forbidden Love)

Synopsis: In which your brother's best friend calls from his business trip to play a game of truth or dare over a Skype call, but it quickly turns into something else once your brother heads to bed and naughty pics and strip teasing get involved.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; No Curse AU; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Musician!Choso; Truth or Dare; Alcohol Consumption; Lowkey Flirting; Sending Nudes; Sexual Tension; Strip Tease; Fingering; Clit Stimulation; Facefucking; Blood Play; Feral MDom!Choso; fsub!Reader; Almost Caught; Sneaky Sex; Hold The Moan; Cowgirl; Spit Play; Spanking; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Thank you again for @curiouscutie143 for asking me to write this for a commission & continuing to trust me to write about her fucking 2D animated characters lmaoo. I hope you enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷🩷

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“I dare you to go to the kitchen without using your feet.” 

“How in the hell am I supposed to do that?” Choso asks, dumbfounded. 

“You’ve got an ass, dontcha?” your brother shoots back from behind his laptop. Choso looks at you and then at your brother, completely done. “What are you, twelve?” he scoffs.

Your brother smirks at the screen while you giggle in the background, busy scrolling on Twitter while you watch this stupid game unfold on Zoom. “Thirteen, actually,” he answers. “Now you finna do it or not?” 

Choso sighs, but pushes himself back from his computer desk in his spacious hotel suite and angles the camera to his MacBook Air down so you and your bro can see him. With his back to you, he lowers himself down to the ground and scoots to the kitchenette on his very toned and firm behind like a dog without once ever using his feet. 

Your bro laughs wildly at this, slapping his knee. “You look so dumb!” he cackles. You can’t help but giggle too, having watched them play ‘Truth or Dare’ on the app he and Choso are connected on for rounds. Despite being grown-ass adults, they’re still kids at heart. 

You can’t help but love their relationship. Despite Choso being larger than life as a musician and the opposite of your brother (stoic and quiet while your bro is wild and a damn near crackhead), he never once treated your bro any differently when he started blowing up. Their decade-old friendship has only grown over time. That includes making calls when Choso is on business trips. 

Right now, he is an hour away from where you are for a press conference tour. “It’s for a damn movie cameo,” he sighed when he told you and your bro the news. “It’s only for three days, but trust and believe, I don’t wanna go.” To keep him company, your bro called him in his hotel room and suggested a game to pass the time on a boring Saturday night. 

When he gets to the kitchen, Choso gets up and goes into the fridge for some chilled wine. You watch his muscles flex underneath his shirt and his toned ass in his sweats. His black hair is styled in a mullet and hangs slightly in his face, his piercings (one on the eyebrow, the other pierced in his bottom lip) glint at you, and his arms sinewy with muscles and ink always have the girls wet…including you.

He then walks back to his laptop and he sits back down.  “Y/N, how do you approve of your brother’s childish behavior?” he sighs as he pops open the wine.

“Because she’s just as childish as me,” your brother chuckles. You smack him on the arm. “Not true, dickhead,” you grumble. “Only because it’s fun watchin’ you do all of these stupid dares…plus I can see that those squats are workin’ for you, Choso.” 

Choso gives you an almost bashful smile while your brother gives you a disgusted look. “Ew, Y/N,” he comments. “Stop tryin’ to fuck my friend.” You gape at him, scoffing. “Says the main one who’s been tryin’ to fuck my friends since high school!” you scoff and kick at him. “Slut.” 

Choso laughs as your brother tries to hit you back, but knocks his beer over. He swears, jumping off of the couch and under the coffee table to clean it up. “Thank you, Y/N,” Choso says through the screen in that smooth, soft, deep voice you’re so addicted to. “Maybe one day, I’ll invite you to my kickboxing classes, though I think I’d be a better instructor.” You think you imagine it, but you believe you see him wink at you. 

“I’m sure you would,” you reply, not meaning it to come off so seductive, but it just does. You see his gorgeous eyes, dark and intoxicating, briefly flit down to your cleavage that has been exposed from under your robe. All you’re wearing underneath it are your sweats and a cami…without a bra. Though it’s your usual sleep attire, Choso’s gaze makes you feel like it’s lingerie. 

“Whatcha say, Y/N?” your bro asks. “You made me drop my damn beer!” He shoves you out of the way and you quickly close your robe. “Just about Choso possibly inviting me to a kickboxing class just to show me up.” 

Choso raises his hands in mock offense. “Guilty as charged,” he chuckles. “So whose turn is it now?” He jumps right back into the game like he wasn’t just flirting with you and eyeing down his best friend’s sister. 

That’s another thing that’s grown over time: your relationship with Choso. You’ve always had a crush on him, but since growing up, that crush has only intensified when you began to see how fine he was. You don’t recall quite when the flirting started, but when it did, neither one of you could stop. 

You couldn’t get enough of it: the sly looks at each other over your brother’s shoulder when you go out together or whenever Choso visits; the lowkey, flirtatious compliments you throw at each other; the playful arguments; the small touches on the arm or the back, innocent and comforting but exciting. You feel in your gut that Choso feels the same way you do for him, but you don’t dare bring it up or acknowledge your feelings because of your brother. It would make things too awkward and uncomfortable, you’re sure! So you keep quiet. 

You groan, tossing your phone aside once you look at the time: 9:15 PM. “Can y’all stop here for now? Y’all have been playin’ this for over an hour!” Your brother, tipsy, narrows his eyes at you. “Hell no!” he exclaims. “Drunk truth or dare is the best! And you not even playin’, so why are you complainin’ ‘bout it?” 

You glare at him and plunk him in the head with your thumb and forefinger. “Because, smartass, I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 8 AM and I need to be up at 7 to get ready.” Choso scowls at the idea of this as he sips his wine. “A work meeting on a Sunday?” he asks. “Where do you work, Y/N? In Hell?” 

“Yes,” you joke, earning the sexiest laugh you’ve ever heard from him. “It’s some kind of team meeting my office does every month to check in on everybody and see if we have any issues with the company. It’s fine, just as long as it’s virtual which it always is.” 

Choso smiles happily at you, the sight of it almost blinding and tortuous. Why is this man so fine yet so unavailable?! “Congrats again on that promotion! I knew you’d get in eventually. I’m sure it was the pencil skirts instead of your brains.” He smirks teasingly at you. “Oh, yes, definitely,” you giggle. “And the heels.” 

That piques Choso’s interest intensely. “Oh, heels, hm?” he thoughtfully hums. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in heels before.” 

Your brother rolls his eyes, not at all catching onto what’s happening between you two. “Can y’all stop talkin’ ‘bout shoes and get on with the next game?” he huffs. “It’s my turn!”

Choso’s eyes trail over to you sitting behind your brother, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually…Y/N, you sure you don’t wanna play? We can just do truths with you if you’re not comfortable with dares. I’d feel bad to see you just sittin’ there without playing one round.” 

“Uh…” You think about it for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, especially since you don’t go to bed until 10 PM. Plus, the look in Choso’s eyes is getting to you…like he wants you to stay. “Sure, why the hell not?” You shrug, earning a joyous smile. “Truth or dare then?” your brother asks.

You look at Choso, who is already looking at you, on the screen. “Truth.” Your bro presses the button on his phone and laughs at the truth prompt written. “Who was your childhood crush?” he reads. “No celebrities or 2D animated characters allowed. Damn, this app is stirrin’ the pot!” 

Your eyes widen, panic striking you. How are you supposed to answer that when the man sitting here on call with you is your childhood crush? Not to mention how awkward the truth would make things. “Uh…” You trail off, the silence thickening as the two wait for your response. 

You can almost feel Choso’s eyes burning into you. You look away to your bro instead to avoid breaking out into a sweat. “Don’t laugh,” you begin, “but it was my second-grade bully. I thought about kissing him so many times even though he kept pullin’ my braids in class.” 

“Oh, yeah, I remember that guy,” your brother responds. “You gave him that anonymous V-Day card you made in art class that one time in third grade, right?” You nod, giggling. “Yeah!” you laugh. “He told me he still had it in eighth grade! By that time, he was sweet.” 

“Well, that’s cute,” Choso’s says, sounding odd. You can’t put your finger on why. “I remember I got an anonymous V-Day card in third grade too, but never found out who it was. What a coincidence.” You chew on your bottom lip and your body becomes hot with shame for lying. Choso knows damn well that you a damn lie because you gave that anonymous V-Day card to him all those years ago. 

“I-I’m gonna go get a drink,” you weakly say and hurry from the couch to the kitchen. You’re glad to have some privacy and to pour yourself some wine from the fridge. You take three greedy sips, letting it calm your rapidly beating heart. You should’ve never agreed to do this. It’s too awkward. Too tense. Maybe going to bed is a better idea. Maybe– 

“Oh, shit!” your overly-dramatic brother yells out. Immediately, you run back into the living room after nearly dropping your glass. “What is it?” you huff. “What happened?” Your bro hands you his phone as he opens his second beer. “Read this dare for Choso!” he guffaws. 

You take the phone and read it aloud for Choso to hear: “‘I dare you to take a thirst trap photo and post it on all of your social media accounts.’.” You gape at Choso who looks just as perplexed as you. Why is this game so horny?! 

Your bro smirks at Choso on the laptop. “Well, you gon’ do it, Cho?” he cackles. “You’ve gotta do what the app says unless you too pussy.” The black-haired, tatted stud contemplates this as he sips his wine. 

“Don’t listen to him, Choso,” you huff, slapping your sibling on the back of the neck. “He’s just bein’ a dick as usual.” 

But Choso is already standing up, angling the computer camera up so you can see him. “Nah, I’ll do it. Have you ever known me as someone who backs down from a challenge, Y/N?” He gives you a slight wink that even you almost missed and your mouth goes dry like the Sahara desert when he reaches for his shirt. Before you realize it, you’re watching him lift his shirt over his head and expose his impressive, toned body. 

Inked abs. Tatted biceps. Pecs and pierced, pink nipples you want to suck on. Your eyes run greedily down his form as takes his phone and snaps a quick picture, the flash on his phone going off. “There, happy?” he asks. Your brother shakes his head. “Post it or it ain’t happen!” he demands. Choso rolls his eyes but does as he’s told and takes a moment to type some things on his phone. 

Minutes later, your and your bro’s phones go off, signaling the arrival of new notifications. Your brother erupts with laughter, throwing his head back. “There it goes!” he laughs. “Damn, Cho, you been workin’ out on your trip?” 

You go to IG and sure enough, there it is: the thirst trap that is now making rounds and generating thousands of likes and horny comments below. So many people talking about how they’d let Choso fold them like lawn chairs and use their holes up. You definitely understand and relate, your mind going to crazy places as you stare at his abs and his hair that you want to yank on while he fucks you. “Damn,” you whisper. 

“See somethin’ you like, Y/N?” Choso asks, his voice washing you in heat and tingles. You don’t look at him, too afraid that he’ll see you drooling or you may start fucking your brother’s laptop. You have no choice but to keep your thighs clamped shut and your mind straight despite the sips of wine you take as the game rolls on.

At some point, as time goes on, your brother gets tired and drags his drunk ass upstairs, leaving you and Choso alone. You feel like you should hang up the call and go to sleep, but you find yourself staying with your wine glass half empty. “So what are you gonna do now?” Choso asks after a beat of awkward silence. “Go to bed?” At this point, he has put his shirt back on, much to your dismay. 

“I’m more interested in talkin’ to you,” you say and then flush at your boldness. Usually, you’re not afraid to shoot your shot first, but to do it to Choso so brazenly makes you feel odd. Or maybe it’s just the wine talking. “I-I mean, it’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, y’know?” 

Choso looks like he’s happy you made the first move regardless. He rests his chin on his knuckles, staring you down from behind the screen. “So what’s this about your childhood crush bein’ your bully?” he asks. You nearly choke as you sip your wine, feeling warmer and bubblier the more you drink. “Damn, you get straight to it.” 

Choso flushes, his pale skin turning red. “Sorry, it’s the alcohol. I can stop if you want me to, but it’s kinda buggin’ me, especially since my childhood crush was you for so many years…which I probably wouldn’t have said if it wasn’t for the wine.” 

You gape at him, shocked. “Really?” you softly ask. “I…didn’t know that.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “That’s ‘cause I didn’t want anyone to know,” he explains. “But we’re both grown and mature…most of the time, anyway. I think you can handle a little crush from when we were kids, right?” 

You go quiet, letting this information wash over you. Despite the flirting you would do behind your brother’s back, it hits different when you now know that without an inch of uncertainty, he’s felt the same way about you that you have always felt about him. “Y/N?” he asks, his soothing voice pulling you back to reality. He’s looking at you with those burning, passionate eyes. “Was that V-Day card I got from you?” Whether it’s the wine or his magnetic pull, you answer him: “Yeah,” you confess. 

“So that story of your bully was bullshit,” he chuckles. 

“Yeah,” you repeat because what else is there to say? Choso takes a sip of his wine, still staring you down from behind his laptop. “Whatcha wanna do, Y/N?” he asks. 

It’s a simple question, but the way he says it–so deep and seductive–makes something come alive inside of you. It makes your stomach flutter and your nipples harden beneath your top. He has put the ball completely in your court to either continue this little game or call it quits. You choose the latter. “I’ve got an hour before my bedtime,” you say, keeping your voice leveled. “How about another game?” 

Choso looks worried. “Don’t you have that meeting tomorrow?” he asks. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on your rest.” You laugh, pouring yourself some more wine…which probably isn’t the best idea. “I once didn’t go to bed until 3 AM because I was binge-watching Korean dramas,” you giggle. “I think I can handle some rounds.” 

As soon as you say it, you realize how it sounds. Choso smirks to himself, tapping his finger against his desk. “Oh, can you?” he purrs. “We’ll see. Truth or dare, then?” You choose carefully, weighing your options. “Dare,” you decide. 

“I dare you to send me a pic of you in your favorite pumps,” he says without missing a beat. “If you’re comfortable with that. It can be an old pic or a new one. I ain’t picky.” He gives you a warm smile that’s supposed to be unnerving, but it only makes you feel more nervous. You weren’t expecting that dare, but then again, you opened the door to this. “O-Okay,” you stutter.

You proceed to scroll through your phone for the sexiest selfie you can find. You find one of you at a Christmas cocktail party for work in a dress that had heads turning and heels that made you feel like a straight vixen. Without a second thought, you send it over to Choso. There is a ding from his phone and, for a moment, only silence. “Did you get it?” you nervously ask. 

Choso is staring at his phone, not moving an inch. “Yeah, I got it,” he answers, his voice light and breathy. “Damn, Y/N, how the fuck are you single?” His question makes butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach. 

You then get a ding from your phone and look down to see the thirst trap photo in your messages. “Oh, you sent me your thirst trap privately, huh?” you chuckle, not looking up, so you don’t see Choso taking another very risque photo of himself. “I feel so special.” 

“I sent you somethin’ else too.” The way he says it is like sex to you. Sure enough, a second attachment comes in. You open it and nearly choke on your wine: Choso leaning back against his computer desk, a hand resting on the outline of his very big, very hard, and very obvious bulge beneath his pants. Your lips part in shock, your eyes widening as big as saucers. 

“Too much?” he asks, worried that he went too far. As if learning how to function again, you shake your head. “No,” you exhale. “It’s just…big.” You wonder how it’d feel in your hands…or in your mouth…or in another throbbing hole that is bothering you between your thighs. “So I’ve been told,” he sniggers. “I’m guessing it’s up to your liking, then?” 

You don’t know why that turns you on–the idea that he’s so interested in whether or not he turns you on–but you find yourself scrolling through your camera roll again and picking one of your faves: a mirror photo of you laid out on your bed on your stomach, your ass tooted up in the air in a thong while the rest of you is naked, your juicy breasts squished against the mattress under you. “Maybe this will tell you so,” you purr and hit send. “I had this saved in my camera ‘cause I looked so hot in it.” 

Ding! Choso looks down at his phone and the way he bites his lip makes you drip. “And that you do,” he exhales. “And I’ll ask you again: how the fuck are you single? Shit, princess.” 

You bite your own lip, struggling to control yourself. “You’re makin’ me blush,” you giggle. “You know, it looks much better in person.” You pause, scolding yourself and the wine for making you so damn bold. 

Choso’s eyes light up with interest. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, practically tossing his phone aside. “I think I should be the judge of that.” He leans into the camera, making your heart pound. “Take that off,” he demands, nodding at your robe. “It’s just me, Y/N.” 

Yes, just him. Just your brother’s best friend. Just the man you’ve known since childhood and have been crushing on for years. But something in his eyes makes you realize that you can trust him with anything. So you rise from the couch and slowly slip off your rope in front of the camera. Choso watches, drinking in every move you make. You then turn around and slip off your pants, revealing your panties swallowed by your magnificent ass to him. “Is this okay?” you softly ask. 

You turn back to face him and he looks damn pained as he stares at your behind. “Fuck,” he gasps. “It’s more than okay. I’m so tempted to jump in my car and pull up right now.” You scoff with laughter, but at the look in his eyes, you can tell he’s dead-ass. 

“Wait, you would?” you gasp. “But…it’s the middle of the night and we’re an hour away!” His eyes flick up to meet yours, firm and not up for the bullshit. “If it’s something you want too, I’d drive to you if you were a week away,” he softly growls, conviction in his words. “I can come over tonight, Y/N, but it’s only if you want me to.” 

You gape at him, silenced. You can’t believe this is happening! This is beyond your wildest, wettest dreams! And yet your mind drifts to your brother. If you do this, will it change things? Wouldn’t he hear you? Would he find out? You’d feel so guilty if things were to change between him and Choso because of you. And yet… 

“I…I want you to,” you decide. “I really do, but what about my brother?” He shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “If he’s wasted, he can sleep through a tornado. Nothing has to happen if you’re nervous about that, but I’d like to see you.” 

And those words, sweet and considerate yet honest, are what make you fold. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Get here in sixty.” Choso nearly knocks over the table as he shoots up from his desk. “Thirty ‘cause I’ll be doing sixty,” he growls. “Don’t move from that spot.” He blows you a kiss and ends the call, leaving you feeling drunk despite not having sipped that much wine. 

Already tipsy and feeling the alcohol’s effects on your body (tingly nipples; brief dizziness; horny thoughts), you switch it out with some water and sip on that while you clean up the living room. You busy yourself wiping down the kitchen countertops, straightening up the couch cushions, and cleaning up your slob of a brother’s beer cans. By the time you finish, thirty minutes have passed and anticipation hits you like a truck. 

Where is he? He hasn’t called you yet. What if he’s in traffic? What if something happened? What if he changed his mind? What if– 

A ding from your phone makes you jump and you race to answer it, seeing a text message waiting for you: 

Chosi: Hey, I’m outside

*read at 11:12 PM* 

You roughly swallow and close your robe before walking to answer the door. Choso is standing behind it when you open it, dressed in a jacket and jeans that fill him out so well. You both smile at each other, happy to see one another despite the circumstances.

“Uh, c-come in,” you stammer. He thanks you and walks inside, the scent of his cologne making your kitty purr wildly. You shut the door and shuffle behind him as he strips off his jacket. “You want somethin’ to drink?” ” you ask, nervously wringing your hands.  

Choso looks back at you as he hangs up his jacket on the coat rack near the door, his arms talking to you. He turns toward you fully, giving you a good look at how tight his top is on his body. “Do you want me to have somethin’ to drink?” he questions. 

You bite your lip, the silence mixed with the sexual tension too much. “No,” you breathe. He then saunters up to you, stopping when your nose is nearly brushing his chest. “I’m gonna ask you again if you want this, Y/N,” he whispers. “We can stop here and I can leave.” You look up into his eyes–those firm, beautiful eyes–and trail your hands up his chest. “No, don’t,” you plea. “Don’t leave.” 

His hands softly caress your sides, moving across your waist. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs into your ear, his minty breath fanning across your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, his seductive ways finally getting to you. “I want you,” you answer through a dry mouth. “I want this.” 

That’s all he needs to hear. His lips are on yours immediately and you nearly melt. His kiss is sweet and soft yet passionate, making you feel like you’re in a Disney movie when the princess finally kisses her prince. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing it, emitting a moan from you. Pulling away, he moves down to your neck and peppers it in kisses, coaxing you to tilt your head back for more. 

“You have no fuckin’ right to be this hot,” he growls against your neck. “Makin’ me feel this fuckin’ crazy.” 

He pushes against you, insisting that you feel his hard-on in his jeans. “Choso, please,” you mewl. “I need you.” You grip his shirt, imploring him to understand how goddamn horny you are. He pulls away and smirks down at you, chortling. “So impatient. Did those pictures rile you up?” He doesn’t need an answer. Instead, he sits down on the couch with his leg spread, staring up at you in hunger. “Get naked for me.” 

Like a puppet on a string, you do as he says and slowly take off your rope. Then it’s your top and bottoms. Then the undies. The more you take off, the harder Choso gets, forming a more obvious bulge in his pants as he stares you down. When you’re finally done and standing naked in front of him, he sits back against the cushions and pats his lap. 

You feel somewhat weird about it since Choso is so much smaller than you in terms of size, but the man welcomes all of your rolls, curves, and softness when you sit down in his lap naked while he remains clothed. “Your pictures do not do you any justice, babe,” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss, suck, and lap at your nipples. You moan, your hands tangling in his mullet. “So sexy,” he whispers against your nipples. “I’ve wanted to do this for so, so long.” 

His fingers toy with your plushy thighs and ass, squeezing the flesh to his liking. “Me too,” you moan. He chuckles against your nipple, nibbling at it with his teeth. “Yeah? You’ve dreamed of me touchin’ you like this?” His hand is suddenly probing your thighs open to toy with your pussy, his fingers gently rubbing your clit. 

You gasp, not being able to control your body. You find yourself sitting fully on his lap, your back to his front, with your legs wide open while he toys with your sobbing, wet cunt. You drip all over his jeans the more he rubs you, creating more and more wetness that floods over your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you whine, the pleasure just too much. 

“Hush, baby,” he chuckles. “I appreciate you bein’ so responsive, but your brother is right upstairs. You wouldn’t want him to come down to find my fingers stuffed in that pussy, would you?” You’re confused, feeling his fingers still on your clit. “B-But you don’t–” 

Your voice is cut off by a moan when he suddenly sticks one finger inside of you, using his palm to rub your needy, throbbing clit as he finger fucks you. “That’s better,” he laughs into your ear. “Oooh, that pussy is so tight for me. Have you been wantin’ me to this to you, baby?” He curls his finger up against your G-spot and you swear you almost cum. “Tell me,” he demands. 

“Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Chosi, I wanted this so bad!” Feral, Choso moans into your ear as he feels you squeeze and squelch around his digit. “You’re too fuckin’ cute,” he says, his voice strained and rough. “I wanna see the face you make when you cum. Can you take another finger for me, babe?” 

You nod and your pussy flutters around his magical finger, only getting worse when he inserts another one to fuck you silly. You cover your mouth as moans and whimpers escape you, loving how full you feel. You can only imagine how full you’d feel with his cock finally inside of you. The image brings you closer to the edge and Choso can feel it. 

“Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” he coos. “Cum on your brother’s best friend’s fingers like a good little girl.” You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out when you explode all over his digits. 

Your moans and cries are muffled by your mouth as you cum all over Choso’s fingers, coating him in your cream. He hums appreciatively and kisses your cheek, slowly stroking your walls as you come down from your high. He finally slips his fingers out of you and puts them up to your lips soaked in your cum. “Taste yourself.” You do so, opening your mouth and letting him insert his digits into your mouth where you swirl your tongue around them and suck on your juices. 

“Shit,” Choso groans, grinding himself up into you. You gasp, feeling his hardened cock pushing against you. “I can feel that you liked that,” you giggle. He hums in agreement, gripping your hips as he continues to roll himself into you. “Can I…see it?” you carefully ask, teeming with excitement. 

He coaxes you to get up off of his lap and face him. “You’ll have to take it out then,” he murmurs, giving you a stare as hot as molten lava in the dimly lit living room. “Take what you want, Y/N.”

With a fire burning inside of you, you take off his pants and boxers while he strips off his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere. When his hard, pulsing cock finally pops up, you have never been more happy to finally see a dick. He’s absolutely beautiful with smooth skin and a toned stomach leading down to that gorgeous cock. 

You settle onto your knees, ready to give him head to last him into next winter. “Your knees okay?” he worriedly asks. Before you can answer, he pulls you up and sits you down on the couch. “Here, switch with me. I want you comfortable.” You flush at his sweetness, never having received such care. “Such a gentleman,” you softly laugh. 

Choso gives you a sheepish smile. “I try. Now where were we?” he stands over you, appearing like an Adonis statue with tattoos and a thick cock in your face. 

You stand up on your knees on the couch, your greedy hands stroking up and down his body. “Your pictures don’t do you justice either,” you purr, running your palms down his toned, well-defined abs. “How you’re single is a mystery to the world, Sho.” You wrap a hand around him, beginning to stroke his cock up and down, up and down. 

Choso bites his lip, looking like he’s been waiting for this moment to finally come. “I didn’t want nobody else,” he softly moans. “I’ve always wanted you.” Overjoyed and completely horny, you give his cockhead a peck and then a kitten lick. “Tell me more,” you beg before you envelop him in your mouth. You immediately go to work, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head as you pump him in and out of your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, tossing his head back. “I-I’ve always wanted you, but–oh, God, babe, yes–I never said anything in fear of ruinin’ things with your brother.” You pop off of his cock, spit connecting his head to your lower lip. “Well, he doesn’t have to know,” you whisper. “We can take things slow.” He raises a brow at you. “This is takin’ things slow?” he chuckles. 

You giggle, still pumping his cock with your hand. “After this,” you laugh. “I want you too bad to stop.” You lower your mouth on him again, swallowing him whole.

“I guess a date is on the table for us then,” he groans. “Especially when you look that good on your knees.” He watches you continue to swallow his dick whole, flicking your pink tongue along the head and swirling along the throbbing vein trailing from his head to his heavy balls that you fondle. 

“Look up at me,” he demands. “Keep lookin’ at me while I fuck pretty face.” You do so and open your throat, allowing him to fuck your face. He grabs the back of your head as he does so, nailing his hips into your face again and again, his balls slapping your chin. He tosses his head back, overwhelmed by the feeling of your magical mouth sucking him dry. 

It doesn’t take him long to go faster, gripping your hair to allow him to pump his cock down your throat like it’s his personal toy. You feel your pussy throb at the sound of his soft moans and the gagging coming from your own mouth, wanting desperately for him to cum. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You ‘bout to make me cum! I-I’m gonna–” 

“Choso?” your brother suddenly calls. Choso freezes and you tear yourself away from him, your stomach flipping in absolute fear. From the steps, you see the hallway light flicker on and your brother’s shadow against the wall. ‘Shit,’ you think. You try to scramble away to hide, but Choso stops you, putting a finger to his lips. “Just keep quiet,” he whispers. “And keep suckin’.” 

His dark eyes flash with mischief and lust as his heavy cock bobs in your face. Tentatively, you place your lips around him again and proceed to suck on him. “Yeah, bro?” he calls, keeping his voice impressively normal. “Yeah, it’s me.” His hand once again finds your head, gently pushing you down farther to muffle the sounds of your wet, lewd sucks. 

“When the fuck did you get here?” your brother asks. “Why you here?” Choso bites his lip at the sensations you’re giving him, loving how your plump lips look wrapped around his dick. “Uh…just decided to visit ‘cause I was bored in that hotel,” he lies. “Y/N let me in before she went to bed. She let me sleep on the couch after I promised to make you guys pancakes tomorrow morning.” 

His hand reaches over to give your ass a quick spank, making you jump, mostly at the possibility of your brother hearing it. He doesn’t. “That’s cool with me,” he replies, sounding excited about the promise of food. “Lemme see you real quick though. I feel like it’s been ages since we–” 

“No, no, don’t!” Choso panics, gripping the back of your head to keep you still. “I look real bad, man, and I wouldn’t wanna break your sleep routine. Just go back to bed! I’ll see you in the morning when we both don’t look like shit.” He and you share a wide-eyed look, both scared shitless but also not wanting to stop. 

“Alright,” your brother decides. “But I want my pancakes!” You sigh in relief, feeling Choso do the same. “Alright, man, fine. Just go to bed.” You look up the stairs and see the hallway light flicker off. You stop sucking, listening intently to your brother’s footsteps as he shuffles back into his bedroom. Finally, the bedroom door closes and you hear silence. Choso pauses, waiting with bated breath. 

You pop him out of your mouth and sit up, spit dribbling from your lips and your hair a mess. “He’s asleep,” you tell him. “I know: he gets real quiet when he’s asleep.” He looks beyond relieved by that, but still appears worried. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks, wiping some spit from your lower lip. His touch burns your skin. 

Your pussy throbs insistently, pushing you to give her what she needs. “Yes,” you whisper. “We just have to keep quiet.” Choso smiles, bringing you close to him. “I know a thing about quiet cumming,” he chuckles. “I don’t wanna do it down your throat though. I need you fuck you, baby…if you want that too.” 

You nearly cum right there. “Yes,” you softly moan as he begins to kiss your neck. “Yes, Choso, baby, I want that.” You’ve wanted that for so, so long! So many nights of dreaming about him in your bed have finally led to this. He pulls away, giving you a look dripping with molten lust. “Get on top then,” he whispers. “I wanna see you bounce on my cock.” 

You don’t need to be told twice. He lies back on the couch and keeps comfortable before patting his muscular thighs for you. Softly giggling, you get on top and straddle him before wrapping a hand around his cock and slowly guiding him toward your pussy lips. You glide his head against your slit for a moment, teasing him and earning some luscious whimpers. “Please, baby, don’t tease me,” he begs. “Just put it in.”

You shiver, loving the sound of his pathetic begging. You’re half inclined to keep going just to hear him plea and beg for your pussy, but you’re too horny to do so. So instead, you slowly slip him between your wet, slippery folds. You gasp and brace your hands against his chest, feeling him stretch you. He pauses, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper, giving him a wobbly smile. 

He takes your hips, holding them securely. “You take the reins then,” he says. “Ride me, baby. I’m yours, so take it like you need it.” And so you do. With his big hands gripping your hips, you begin to rock and grind against his cock while your fingers rub your clit. The sensations are indescribable. You can’t help but moan and sob at the pleasure though you have to keep each sound hushed. 

Choso is losing it below you, overwhelmed by the sight of your perfect titties and stomach jiggling with every move you make. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers, his voice strained from the sheer pleasure. “You feel so fuckin’ good on top of me. Does it feel good for you too?” 

Vigorously, you nod, biting your lip so hard that you nearly dra​​w blood. “Yes!” you whimper. “You’re so good, Choso! You feel amazing inside me!” The p​​roud smile that stretches across Choso’s face is almost comical, loving that it’s his cock making you feel this good. For so long, he’s wondered how you’d feel and look fucking him. And now that he finally has it, he’s going to make it last. 

He sits up and holds you flush against him, your titties squishing against his chest and his cock sinking deeper into you. Your jaw goes slack and you have to cover your mouth to keep from wailing out in pleasure. “Keep it down, baby doll,” he chuckles in your ear. “You wouldn’t want your bro to come downstairs and see you gettin’ that pussy filled by his buddy, would you?” 

You don’t answer, too busy riding him like a stolen car and rubbing your clit against his pelvis. He fucks you back, moaning and whimpering into your ear while his cock drives into you again and again, hitting a spot inside of you that turns you into an animal. You grip his shoulders and back, digging your nails into him. Your nails dig into his back so hard that they puncture his skin and leave long, jagged, angry red lines up and down his back muscles. 

If Choso is in any pain, he pretends like he isn’t. Instead, he just keeps fucking you, grinding his hips into yours in one passionate, pleasurable, sweaty dance that quickly sends you over the edge.

“Choso,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum! I-I can’t…” Your voice dies, too lost in the blinding ecstasy. “Bite me,” he demands. His dark eyes stare into yours, begging you. “C’mon, baby, it’s okay. I fuckin’ want it.” 

Though alarmed, the pleasure begins to reach its peak, especially when Choso tells you to lean back and begins to rub your clit​​ in small, fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispers. “Do it. Give it to me.” To muffle your moans, you do as he says and bite his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the skin so hard that you break skin. 

Choso grunts at the pain, but you also feel him throb and grow harder inside you. Could it be possible that he likes that freaky shit? You have no time to wonder as your orgasm washes over you, making you buck and writhe in his arms. He holds you against him, giving you something to grab onto as the mindblowing orgasm finally fades. “Better?” he chuckles.

You blink at him, your vision adjusting, and finally see the bloody bite mark on his shoulder. “No!” you gasp. “Look at your skin! I’m so–” 

“Don’t.” Choso shakes his head, firm and dead serious. “I love that shit. Seein’ you like that was so fuckin’ hot.” Once again, you feel his cock throb inside you and shudder. So he is a freak!

“I can feel that,” you purr. “You’ll need help with that, won’t you?” 

Choso looks so happy that you even volunteered. “Turn around,” he demands, his voice low and intoxicating. With a soft moan, you slip off of him and twist around so your ass is in his face. He gives you another spank before dipping down to lightly run his teeth against the soft, fleshy globes and nibble on them. Ass bites. How did he know you love ass bites?!

His ministrations get your pussy throbbing again, especially when he holds his cock up for ​​you to settle down on. “Sit on it,” he whispers and you do, both of you gasping as his cock sinks into your pussy that is even wetter from your second orgasm. “I’m gonna cum you till I cum, okay?” he breathlessly asks. “Can you handle that?” 

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the last word slipping out. That makes Choso go completely feral. He doesn’t talk for a while as he fucks you stupid from the back, but he doesn’t have to. The way he grips your shit and nails his hips into your backside makes your pussy talk to him, your walls squeezing and gushing around his thick cock. You have to bite a cushion to keep from wailing like a banshee at the way he’s fucking you from behind, the soft clapping of your ass against his thighs making you crazy. 

He then tugs you toward him so your back is to his front as he continues to fuck you. His lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking harshly at your tender skin. You weakly moan at the feeling, wincing slightly when his teeth bite into your skin a little too hard. You feel a wetness that Choso quickly licks away, peppering you with kisses.

“You’re so perfect,” he groans, his breath tinged with the metallic scent of your blood. “So fuckin’ mine. I wanna cum in this pussy so bad.” 

You can feel it. And you want it. “Do it,” you plea. “Please, Choso, cum in me! I’m so close!” Your hand begins to rub your swollen clit once more, desperate to cum with him.

Luckily, it doesn’t take too long and Choso warns you when it happens. He grips you tight to him and ruts into you like an animal, whining as he does. “Gonna cum!” he pants. “Gonna fuckin’ cum in you! Take it all!” 

His cum erupts inside of you like a warm river flooding your insides. He muffles his moans by pressing his face into your neck, gripping your b​​ody tight to him as if he is afraid you’ll disappear. You cum right after him, triggered by his slutty sounds, and dig your face into the cushion as you moan and sob. Your pussy flutters and squelches around him as you cream around his cock, creating a ring around the base that marks him as yours. Yours. Finally. 

Once your orgasms fade, you share a chaste, exhausted kiss and he gently slips out of you, causing all of his cum to drip down your thighs. Quickly, he grabs a few tissues from the kitchen and cleans you up before tossing them in the trash. Once finished, he lies on his side with you facing him, both of you taking up the couch. “Wow,” he pants, his toned body still soaked in sweat. 

You slowly nod, the gravity of what you just did sinking in. “Yeah,” you chuckle. “You’ll have to visit more often on business trips.” He chuckles at your little joke, but his smile quickly fades. “So…you’re okay with this?” he carefully asks. “With us?” He looks down at you, worry in his soulful eyes. 

You weigh your options for a moment, understanding what is at stake here…but the feeling of his heart pounding against your fingertips sways you to the side of temptation and what could possibly be. “I am if you are,” you murmur, too embarrassed to look up at him. “I mean, of course, we can go slow if you want. I know we just did that, but we were also tipsy and–” 

“Stop,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips. You look up into his eyes and feel like you’re falling. “I want whatever you want, Y/N, and if you’re okay with us being together despite your brother, then I’m down for it. I’ve been wanting this for so long.” And to hear that makes you realize that you’ve made the right choice. With a happy giggle, you lean up to kiss him before cuddling him tight. “I want that too,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest. 

You feel warm, kept, and safe. As he snuggles in close to you, you smile as you drift off to sleep and continue smiling as the night goes on. You stay like that, the two of you, until the morning comes and Choso leaves you to sleep while he gets dressed and goes to the kitchen to whip up the pancakes he promised your brother the night before. 

You awaken on the couch, naked with the sun pouring through the blinds. Immediately, you remember: your meeting! You look at the clock, sighing in relief when you find that it’s only 6 AM. You have time. You won’t be fired! 

 You hear Choso in the kitchen whisking pancake batter and sizzling eggs in a pan. The scent of breakfast cooking coaxes you off of the couch and you grab your rope before slowly walking upstairs. The ache of your body and the muscles that you haven’t used in a minute makes you smile to yourself, loving that this ache is from something other than the gym. 

You’re glad you decided to cover yourself up when you run into your brother standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth in his sweats. “Hey, you,” you greet him. “You’re up early? You got a girl comin’ over or somethin’?” 

He smirks at you, his mouth coated in foam. “Nah, Choso promised me pancakes.” His eyes flick up and down your form. “Why are you up early?” You tap your wrist where an imaginary watch sits. “Meeting, remember? So hurry up with that so I can brush my teeth.” You turn to walk into your bedroom, needing some deodorant and fresh clothes. 

“And cover them hickeys,” your brother adds. You immediately stop, frozen. 

“As happy as I am that you finally bit the bullet and got together with Choso after pinin’ after him for so long, I’m sure your boss would ask questions.” You turn and look at him, finding him smiling knowingly at you from the bathroom. 

“Breakfast is ready!” Choso calls. “Come down if you wanna eat!” 

Your brother laughs at you as he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you standing there in a deer in headlights. Well…at least he isn’t mad. 

THE END. 

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs-Demons

Hello! It is time for another group of fic recs, this time anything related to demons (ex. succubi and former "imaginary friends")! Demon summoning is one of my fav tropes so again if you have any recs that aren't on this list send them my way! Mostly Minsung with some others

My other fic rec lists:

Misc

Time Loop

Angst free

let me wrap the chains by saru (Minsung | 1/1 | 23,164 | explicit)

Pressure at the foot of the bed makes the mattress dip, and Jisung experiences what can only be described as waking up into a dream. His brain, foggy with short-lived and restless sleep, registers a number of things that might not make total sense but are received as facts, regardless: there’s a hand tugging at the waistband of his underwear, a pair of knees bracketing his own, and the distinct smell of fire in the air. In the darkness of his room, ruby red eyes trail up Jisung’s body before locking on his own. — or, Jisung’s late-night visitor turns out to not be quite as imaginary as he originally thought.

I love the world building in this one!

amber of ember by adisadatra (Minsung | 1/1 | 21,941 | Explicit)

Minho is tired. He’s so, so tired, and he’s felt unsafe in his own life since the day he discovered Seojoon and his lover in his bed. At work, in Minho’s flat, at his favourite park with the hideous fountain, he’s always listening for footsteps behind him, braced for impact and seeing danger everywhere with his nerves feeling peeled raw. He’s spiralling downward, he knows he is, and he’s not even sure what’s real anymore. Making a deal with a demon isn’t the worst-case scenario right now.

I loved this one! Basically Minho has a creepy ex and makes a deal with a demon (Jisung) to get revenge

above the trees by tentoheaven (Binsung | 1/1 | 30,245 | Explicit)

Changbin stares at him, still struggling to take in all of his features. It’s incredible how someone can look so different, yet still completely unchanged. “Jisung?” Part of him still holds onto the belief that the man will frown, maybe laugh mockingly, maybe ask ‘who the fuck is Jisung?’ and leave. Changbin isn’t sure whether that would be worse than the alternative. (Or: ten years after his abrupt disappearance, Changbin’s imaginary friend barges back into his life—not human, but very much real.)

I loved Changbin and Jisung's dynamic in this one! Minor 2min as well which is super cute

god knows we're lonely souls by flying_dream (Minchan | 3/3 | 34,864 | Mature)

Chan is a touch-starved producer. Minho is a sleep paralysis demon who has never known affection. They're not in love - they barely even know each other - but somehow they manage to make it work.

This is for sure my favorite on this list, if you only read one read this one!

exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation by yamesungie (Minsung | 1/1 | 4862 | Explicit)

format-default : Exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation. “What the fuck do you mean, invocation? Am I coding or playing D&D? Do I have to roll a d20? Do a blood offering?” “Invocation is another term for a method call, you can thank me later.” “Hey, I was joking, I already-” knew that. Wait, what the- Jisung lets out a blood curdling scream and almost falls out of his chair as he turns his face away from his screen. The man standing next to him stares at him, arms crossed and an amused grin on his face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” "I feed off humans' lust, anguish and despair. It’s only natural I choose to target software developers past their bedtime, right?" (or: Jisung is a software developer on the verge of a mental breakdown, Minho is the incubus who visits him at 1am.)

Super silly concept and a short and sweet fic

How I Met My Demon by alcrox (Jeongsung | 1/1 | 17,447 | Explicit)

“Well, to my utter surprise, no demons were summoned,” proclaims Jisung dramatically. Now that the shooting is nearing its end, he feels decidedly more chipper. Less faking it. “Fuck you too, demons.” He swipes a broad hand over the glitter, messing it up even more. It looks like there has been a bloodbath in the room, only the blood is shiny and glittery and sticks everywhere. “Now-” “I swear to hell, what is your problem?” Jisung jumps. Violently.

5 times Jisung summons a demon and 1 time he doesn’t.

Where Jisung is a youtuber and summons a demon as a joke. Love this one!!

And that's all I have for demon fics! Like I said before if you have any (or any other fic I haven't recced yet) that you've liked that aren't on this list please send! My next ideas for fic rec lists are fantasy, fake dating, and college au--if you want me to do one of these first also lmk!

[chaotic-on-main]

Just Friends | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, expletives, implied sexual intimacy

☾ A/N ➼ This is the sauciest thing I've ever written and I haven't stopped blushing since I've finished it. asdl;jalsd anyways. Enjoy? This was proofread once, take it as is lmao. K love y'all bye <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k

Levi clutches the seat belt that wraps tightly around his chest with white knuckles. He's flung forward yet again as the truck you both currently sat in took a massive dip in the dirt path, no thanks to your erratic swerving. He looks over to you with a signature scowl and a pointed look. You’re quick to shoot back a toothy grin. He knew better than to let you drive but he suggested it anyways since his knee pains were flaring up again with the oncoming storm.

“Will you keep your eyes on the fucking road?” Levi grumbles through clenched teeth.

“I am! But you won’t stop shooting daggers my way.” You swerve around another hole, almost hitting the wooden fence that separates the road from an open pasture, currently devoid of any farm life.

“I’m only doing that because you’re literally the worst driver I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.” Levi’s grip on the belt tightens. He looks up through the windshield of the threatening dark gray clouds that were rolling in far too fast for his liking. The weatherman had said the storm would be arriving later in the evening, but it seems the weather gods were feeling spiteful today. “Also, why the fuck would you think taking the backroads would be a better option??”

“I just thought they’d be quicker. I know how storms can get for you…” You trail off as you risk a glance over to your friend. He doesn’t give you a reaction so you continue, “I just wanted to get you home faster.”

“More like get me killed faster.”

“Hey! I’m trying my best here!” You hit a bump at full speed. You shriek as you grip the wheel hard to keep it straight. “At least it’s not raining yet!”

Curse you and your damn words. A heavy raindrop hits the windshield with a splat. Then another. And another. And suddenly it’s downpouring. Not enough to blind you fully but it’s loud against the truck’s body. You sense Levi tensing up next to you and you silently curse at yourself. You take a deep breath before glancing over to him with another grin.

 “It’s fine! I know where we’re going. We’ll be there in no time!” You feign a good tone. You only hear more grumbles in response.

.

After another 15 minutes of driving down a now muddy path, it was extremely clear that you had no idea where you were going. Levi hadn’t said anything the whole time, but he was increasingly getting more stressed, and you could feel it. You thought this was the right way, but you were questioning yourself. With the rain now coming down in sheets, it was even harder to see. Maybe you missed a turn?? You spot another divot and turn the wheel so you can drive around it, making sure to slow down. But that smart decision quickly turns into a big mistake. You feel the driver’s side tilt down and the truck abruptly stops.

“What did you do?” Levi glares hard at you.

“I was trying to swerve around a hole but I think there was another one on the other side.” You squeak. You press down on the gas, and you hear the truck rumble but not move. Mud sprays your window as you do so. You do it again, more rumbling, more mud. “I think we’re stuck.”

“You think so?” Levi’s voice is cold, jaw locked and tense.

“Listen man, I can’t control the weather. I was trying to do this for you!” You whip your head over to his icy gaze and give him an equally narrow glare.

“I never asked you to.” Levi digs his fingers into his thighs and looks away, out the window with his back turned to you.

“I know you hate storms but you don’t have to be so mean.” You huff and quickly unbuckle your seat belt before sticking the gear into neutral. Levi glances back over to you at the noise.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to try and push.” You pull up your cloth hood and zip your jacket up to your neck. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing.

“The fuck you will. By yourself?”

“Well, you could help.” You turn to face him. His matching stormy eyes are wide at you, but he says nothing. “Yeah, okay.” You mutter before opening the door and sliding out into the raging wind and rain. You immediately regret it. In mere seconds you’re soaked to the bone. You tuck yourself in to keep in some warmth as you make your way over to the front of the truck, stepping around the massive hole it was currently stuck in. Muddy water went up to the middle of the tire and the way the hole was, there was no way to go forward. But if you could push the vehicle back, then you might be able to get it back on even ground.

You grip the front of the cold, wet metal and start pushing. It barely moves an inch. Of course. You do your best to plant your feet into the squishy mud under you and push again. There’s some movement, but not enough to make a difference. Wiping the rain from your face with an equally wet sleeve, you bend your knees a little and grunt as you push again. You feel it shift and move even more. You’re doing it! You glance into the windshield but notice the truck is empty. Something rustles next to you and you jump as suddenly you notice a figure to the left of you. It’s Levi. His raven-hair is already plastered to his skin from the rain, water dripping down his face as he pushes against the metal.

“What!?” He yells over to the rain to you, his eyes cutting into yours.

“Nothing!” You scream back, giving him a lopsided smile. “Thanks!”

“Whatever, just push!” It takes quite a few more before you’re able to get the wheel mostly out of the hole, the muddy water now just above the bottom of the tire.

“I think we just need one more big push!” You shout over to Levi, giving him a thumbs up. He nods and digs his shoes into the mud, you doing the same on the other side. “On three!”

“One… two… THREE!” You both shove on the hood at the same time and you feel like laughing because it gives easily, rolling back and out of the hole before stopping abruptly on flat land. But the shove was a little too strong and you find yourself falling face first with nothing to lean against and you’re suddenly tasting mud. You’re quick to push yourself up as you splutter out the disgusting water, wiping it from your eyes with a groan. When you look over, Levi is in the exact same predicament. If looks could kill.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to be out here!” You can’t help it, you burst out in laughter at the sight in front of you. Levi is drenched head to toe in dark mud, everything now brown. His face is just as covered save for his eyes and mouth that he just swiped clean. He scowls and says your name with irritation.

“Levi, come on! I know I got us here but everything else wasn’t my fault!” You frown at him. His sour mood was really starting to grate on you. You’re usually used to it but today was different.

You really didn’t mean to get the two of you into this predicament. You knew storms were the reason for his frigid attitude, but you couldn’t help but take it extremely personally. You were just trying to get him home quicker and it’s not like he fought back when you made the initial turn down the road. A distant rumble of thunder rolls through and Levi’s body freezes for a moment. You didn’t have time to sit out in the rain arguing. “C’mon. Let’s just get in. I can get the seats cleaned later.” You sigh and push yourself up from the ground, mud squishing under your fingers as you do.

Luckily, you kept an emergency kit in the back compartments in case you were stranded during the winter. The season change had come so quickly that you hadn’t had time to pull it out. In it were a couple towels, a reflective heat blanket, water and snacks, as well as a little first aid kit. Both doors shut at the same time and the quick change in volume is deafening. The rain is muffled as it hits the window and another rumble rolls through the sky, closer but still quiet in the safe haven you both found in the truck.

You throw him a towel before using the other to work on cleaning your face and hair. Before you both settled in, you made sure to shut the truck off so as to not waste gas. But because of that, it was now getting colder. Your clothes now feel icy against your skin as the wetness weighs it down. Once you were able to get as much mud off as you could, you quickly pull out the thermal blanket and unfold it. It’s big enough that you and Levi could share if you huddled close. Speaking of…

Levi’s already wiped off any traces of mud on his skin. He looks over to you as he’s cleaning behind his ears, his eyes softened considerably. However, a scowl is still ever-present.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” You mumble.

“Depends, are you going to attempt to kill me again?” He snaps back.

“I didn’t know this would happen.” You huff at him again.

“Tch.”

“Well, if you’re going to be that way then I’m not sharing the thermal blanket.” You wrap the thin aluminum plastic over your body and pull yourself into a ball before facing away from him with a pout. You can’t help but think about today as a whole. Sure, the situation you were both in was not favorable, especially with his past and storms. But it felt like there was something else going on with him. He’s been snarkier and ruder than he usually is with you. Ans a lot more serious.

“Levi?” You whisper after a few beats.

“What?”

“Did I do something wrong?” You pull your knees closer to you and hug them to your chest. There’s no response, but he does shift in his seat, it squeaks under him as he does. There’s a resounding silence before he sighs.

“No.” You flip your head to the other side so that you can see him. His gaze flicks over to the window quickly, failing to hide his obvious staring. You smirk at that.

“Then why are you so angry at me?”

“I’m not angry… at you.”

“But you’re angry.”

“…I guess.”

“Why?”

His eyes land on you and there’s pain in them. His typical brick walls are up and it’s infuriating to you because you thought 15-something years of friendship would have broken those down by now. His eyebrows pinch in the middle like they always do when he’s thinking hard about what to say next. And it stays like that for a moment. The rain is lightening up a bit and you can tell because of how much softer it is against the glass. It makes the silence all the more louder.

“What am I to you?” He leans back into the seat as he stares hard into your eyes, searching. The question takes you off guard and you release your legs, making them tumble to the floor so you’re sitting straight up.

“What are you to me? What kind of question is that?” You laugh nervously.

“What… am I… to you?” He whispers slowly. There’s that pain in his eyes again, shining like a lighthouse in the night. Begging for someone to notice it, to take caution.

“I- what do-” He snaps your name, and it makes you jump at his sudden aggression.

“Just answer the question, goddamn it!” Heat flushes to your cheeks as you swallow hard.

“Levi, what do you want to be to me?” Your voice now back to a whisper. He stares incredulously at you for a moment before doing something you never even imagined in a thousand years. He leans forward and closes the distance faster than you can blink. Then his lips are on yours, soft and hot. When he pulls away, it feels as if your entire body has erupted into flames. You pull your fingers to your mouth, still feeling the pressure of his against it. His wide eyes must reflect your own because you both gawk at each other in silence.

“Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thi-” He stutters before he’s silenced by you throwing yourself in his direction and pushing your lips back on to him. Eyes closed this time, you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer. Levi doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your hips to pull you into him as he meets your rhythm, heaving chests pressed against each other as you both struggle for air. You both push away at the same time and take a deep breath, gazing hard at each other.

Levi’s face is flushed the most beautiful red you've ever seen and his damp hair was tousled every which way from your wandering hands. He doesn’t say anything, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind because you’re already pulling his shirt up and he’s tugging at your pants, cloth gripped tight under clenched fists. Whatever he is to you, it’s obvious that it’s more than just friends. And you were okay with that.

☾ shout-out to @humanitys-strongest-bamf for being my cheerleader last night. 💕 Also please join my taglist for future content!

[half-a-brain-cell]

Obx season 4 thoughts 🫰🏻

Let me talk about JJPOPE first

- Jjpope building shit together and jj saying i love u pope will always get me

- Pope saying they need to get more for the amulet and john b saying youve been hanging out with jj too much where IS that post saying they bring out the worst in each other

- Jj saying "i love you pope just say it back" istg jjpope everywhere for those with the eyes to see

- Pope tackling the cop bc he is afraid he is going to shoot jj I AM LITERALLY CRYING they are going to jail for each other

- "what about pope huh he just threw his whole life away for you" ugh ugh ugh and jj saying "my life is already over in the first place"

- Jj punching rafe and everyone going what the fuck and then pope saying "if he wasn't gonna do it i was gonna do it".... Chaos boyfriends forever

- Jj telling pope he shouldve let the cops shoot him bye

- Someone on twitter said jj dies in popes shirt i haven't known peace since

- Pope telling jj "let me protect you for once" i am crying actual tears AND THAT LOOK THEY EXCHANGE BEFORE THEY SEPARATE I FELL TO MY KNEES AND THAT IS THE LAST TIME THEY EVER SEE EACH OTHER ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Speaking of that terrible storyline

- I never cared about the alleged cast drama bc those are real people and their personal lives are none of my business but it is so sad that (apparently) jiara is such a sad ship (like jjpope is NAWT canon and they get much cuter moments) and jj is dead bc of it

Speaking of JJ

- it absolutely breaks my fucking heart to see him even more reckless, to see him drinking, to see him slipping away from everyone, to see him telling john b he will be a shit dad???? And then he saves sarah and he gets better and then HE DIES after saying "I already have everything i ever wanted" even though Groff already has the crown????

Speaking of Groff

- most unlikeable character to date (and there are so many lol, I am looking at u Ruthie), can't believe they gave JJ two shitty dads

- Luke can also rot in hell and his brief "redemption arc" was utter bullshit, so he loved Larissa and her baby but he went on to abuse that child???

Speaking of redemption arcs

- they should've cast someone less hot and less talented as rafe bc why the hell is his evil ass getting a redemption arc? Get him therapy instead!! The only good thing he ever did was throw groff into that well

- the milf hitting on him was funny tho

- i am also screaming at the scene where sofia overhears rafe saying shit like i am not living with a pogue i have standards that is like every fanfiction everrrrr

- last but not least why is he so ORANGE

My favorite quotes bc sometimes obx is still the silly little boat show it was supposed to be

- "AI has come a long way" JJ i am cryinggg

- barry saying "idk why i need that cool shit when i'm in the middle of tuna season" KING

- "i got a phd in thiefology" LMAO

- not a quote but Shoupe interrogating them is so silly that is peak pogue behaviour

Speaking of our silly little boat show

- Once again i love jj and john b they are BROTHERS

- I get so emotional watching this idek but john b really is their stupid dad which makes Sarah their mum that being said i HATE the pregnancy trope esp when she said she didn't want kids

- i do love Jarah tho, you wouldn't believe they are exes irl, like Kiara's being beaten uncounscious by groff, jj is locked in his familys mausoleum, pope is on the run and John b and Sarah are like 🩷let's get married🩷 REAL LOVERS

- Sorry but the boss of the bad guys having such an intense english accent is so fucking funny to me what do you mean INNIT you're in north carolina

- gentrification is a huge and REAL topic and ngl i was actually crying when these greedy kooks took poguelandia away from them

Idk man, in conclusion, they had poguelandia and they could've all been happy and i will never get over this 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[galebrainrot2024]

GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 31

Summary: Gale and Tav have some time alone after quite some time. Perhaps their moment has arrived. Also, I recognize this part is significantly longer than prior parts. It's how you know we're cooking with gas/a lot of in-game dialogue and references are used for this part. The scenes will be a bit different, based on their story. Enjoy!

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Gale trailed behind Tav in silence, matching her pace as they ascended the staircase to the chamber. The air was thick with humidity and mildew, it reminded him of the docks in Waterdeep. Musty, with the rancor of strange folk echoing in the distance. His knee gave way and he let out a quiet oof. 

Tav turned, “You alright?” She cocked a brow, looking down at his knees. 

“Oh, yes, never better.” Gale averted her gaze and gestured, “After you.” 

Balthazar’s room was an off-shoot of Z’rell’s office and they walked by her awkwardly.  “Remember, no snooping,” Z’rell hissed, her eyes not straying from the letter glued to her hands. 

Once they crossed the threshold, Gale gingerly closed the door with a subtle click. The macabre scene before them made his stomach churn and he felt acid in his throat. Grimacing, he studied the bookcases and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, what exactly are we hoping to find in here?” 

Tav began to rummage through the drawers and baskets carelessly. “Easy!” Gale took her hands and pulled them away from the bookcase she was about to explore. “Don’t be reckless, there could be traps for all you know.” 

She snorted, “Please, do you think I didn’t already look?” 

Gale’s eyes flicked to the evident false-books before them. “Evidently not.” He gestured towards the facade, smirking. “I’d wager one of these books is the correct one, and the others will set off some type of alarm.”

She rolled her eyes. “You think you’re so clever, when in fact, I already figured out the puzzle, thank you very much.” Tav indignantly pulled a book, glaring at Gale when a puff of gas emerged from the shelves. 

“For the love of the Gods…” Gale held his breath and pulled her from the mist, his fingers wrapping tightly around her waist. A little bit of poison was no match for the various elixirs he kept on hand. Before his mind could stop him, he began muttering: “Imagine that trap was something far worse, your stubbornness and inability to see the bigger picture is infuriating. Imagine instead of poison cloud the walls were laced with cloud-kill, or worse, disintegrate. Your pride will be your death, and I can’t see that happen.” With a flick of his wrist and a little bit of weave, the gas was gone. 

She gritted her teeth. “You distracted me -“ 

Gale laughed blackly. “I distracted you? In what way? By noting the aforementioned perils? By pulling you out before you ingested lungfuls of poison? How dare I.” 

“Can you please just…” 

“What?” Gale hissed, his face inches from Tav’s. His gaze bore into the deep pools of her eyes and he felt himself overcome. His voice softened. “Can I please what? Why ask me to accompany you, after refusing my company for weeks despite my sincere and humble apologies, and suddenly you ask for me to join you and refuse to hear reason and instead aim to have us killed?” 

The room was filled only by the sound of their shallow breathing. She said finally. “Which book do you think it is?” 

“This one,” Gale said, without looking he pulled the book from the shelf that revealed a lock-box - likely the key to opening the chamber. 

“This one,” she mocked beneath her breath, and rolled her eyes, pushing past him. Though, not angrily. The movement felt different. Perhaps it was his imagination, or overthinking, but the tension she held was different than when she said she hated him. That, she, “fucking hated him,” refusing any appeal for forgiveness. 

“Why, I cannot thank you enough for saving my life, Gale, truly I am so glad you’re here with me, Gale.” He murmured behind her mockingly and sealed his lips when she turned to give him a seething glance. His face flushed and he looked down, bashful. 

Tav rifled through the dead body beside the bookcase. She pulled a human heart from the pocket, viscous and dripping. She looked at the box and looked at Gale before thrusting the heart into the chamber. A sudden click revealed a now open passageway in the wall. He rose his brows and whispered, “Clever.” 

Gale knew his folly was cruel. And, he recognized the painful learnings of youth and hoped Tav would be more reasonable now that they were in their third decade. He tried to imagine what his reaction would be, had their roles been reversed. If Tav had sabotaged his chance at prestige, his calling to be Mystra’s chosen. Angry wouldn’t begin to touch the swell of emotions that would consume him. And thus, he did not press Tav on the matter. He gave her as much space and distance as she craved, he avoided upsetting and disrupting her, stayed behind to cook her preferred meals and tidy her tent and wash her belongings. He never mentioned that he did these things, nor did she, yet he felt it was the least he could do. 

Gale was nothing if not persistent. Despite their past, despite what he had done, Gale wanted nothing more than to give her the world and more. 

It was not time for wistful musings, though. As they stepped in the room, it was clear Balthazar had been experimenting with dark magic. 

“My gods…” she breathed, walking through the room cautiously lest she set off anymore traps. On the side wall there was a ritual circle. Carved into the benches rotted surface were half faded sigils beside discarded corpses. 

“A ritual circle.. and a complex one at that. I’ve seen such a construction before in the writings of the Weavepasha of Almraiven, though his vision was not so… tainted.” Gale grimaced. 

Tav snorted, “You’re not the only wizard familiar with dark magic.” She studied the arrangement for a moment before murmuring, “The sigils are written in a curious mix of tongues.” Gale stood behind her, leaning over her so that their shoulders brushed against one another. He inhaled as she continued: “Ancient Calishite, Netherese, and something else I can’t make out.” 

“If we’re reading it correctly,” Gale fingered the dust. “It was used for the creation of Moonlanterns. It’s been mostly drained, and even now contains a powerful dose of Shadow Weave. We could, in theory, use the discarded pixie corpses to create another lantern… though, Mystra’s eyes may be upon us. She’d forbid me dabbling with such magic. She’d want it destroyed. Wasted, arguably.” 

“Forget what Mystra wants.” Tav interjected, “I can deal with the circle, if you’d rather.” 

“Deal with it? Need I remind you, destroying magic like this was once my bread and butter.” 

“Need I remind you, it could have easily been my ‘bread and butter,’ had circumstances been different.” Tav shot back though he noted the blush that crept up her neck and licked her ears. Gale frowned, the sting of truth eating at him. He was surprised when Tav gestured to him, “Do whatever you want with it, Gale.” 

With a few subtle gestures, he cleared the magic. “Not bad for a wizard who slept through his Caleshite lessons, eh?” Tav rolled her eyes when a sudden sensation swept through him. It was unmistakable. Mystra. “Did you feel that? If we weren’t surrounded on all sides by the shadow cursed lands, I’d lthink it was Mystra herself brushing against my skin...” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Tav mumbled, an edge of - was that jealousy, he mused? 

“Are you… jealous?” Gale quipped, unable to hold his tongue. Tav snapped a withering look and shook her head. 

“Of course not.” 

“I think she’s left a part of herself to watch over me, I think… a boon to reach the heart of the absolute in one piece.” 

“Unless this boon saves you from detonating the orb, it hardly seems worth it. She’s manipulating you, Gale, to do what she’s asked.” 

“You might be onto something there. Though, I would imagine her intelligent enough to not resort to such.. overt manipulation.” 

“Or she is and knows that she can pray on your emotions.” 

Gale shrugged, “Perhaps we’re overthinking things, a blessings a blessing. And this one should come in most useful. Shall we?” 

Tav rolled her eyes and they continued to scour the room in search of any clues to what horrors lie ahead. There were papers scattered everywhere - Gale stumbled across a letter that Tav opened clumsily. The letter read: 

Gortash, 

The tone of your recent letter is inappropriate. You may follow the lord of Tyranny, but I do not answer to him or you. 

It isn’t the fault of any of the chosen that the artifact has gone astray. Unforeseen events occurred, as they often do. I acknowledge your planning mastery and brilliance of mind, but you lack the depth of experience that brings patience and composure. 

The artifact will be found. Our enemies will be thwarted. We will prevail. 

“Gortash?” Tav murmured and Gale extended his hand, in hopes to read the letter himself. She gave it to him and he shook his head. “They must be looking for this.” Tav fingered the artifact tucked in her robes. 

“He’s the one who betrayed Karlach, why she ended up with that contraption for a heart. Clearly he has a bigger role in this than any of us had previously imagined. The only reason Ketheric would have to maintain contact is if he is part of a larger, more perilous plan than we realized.”  

There was scratching behind the door and the lock clicked. Gale dropped the letter into his pocket and picked up the moonlantern. Z’rell entered followed by a scrying eye. “Not snooping, I hope. Grab the lantern and be on your way, you have your orders. Move.” 

The two nodded and slipped past Z’rell, understanding that they needed to head back to camp and share what they’d learned. More investigations would have to wait. 

** 

Later that evening, after the letter was shared and the group reconvened, Tav wandered around camp in a desperate attempt to find Gale. Unfortunately for her, Gale wandered off in search of solace. After handing over the letter, Karlach seemed beyond enraged and the fires were unwieldy. Gale was habitually the one to soothe her in moments of extreme heat, but in his absence, Wyll accompanied her into the night.   

As she approached the cook-pot, the sound of Karlach’s rage just barely audible in the distance, a hologram that appeared eerily like Gale was knelt before the fire. “Gale?” 

“Good evening! I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep.” The projection said, “He asked that I maintain the cook-pot and serve tonights meal.” 

“I see.” Tav folded her arms across her chest, “So, if you ‘re not Gale, where is Gale?” 

The projection’s face slumped and frowned. “I’m sorry, Gale requested I not reveal his location. He gave very explicit instructions and from what little I could glean from him, it seemed a matter most urgent.” 

Tav groaned, “Listen-“ 

“Rest assured, I can hear you.” The projection said in earnest, turning to face her. “Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?” 

“No, thank you.” Tav rolled her eyes and sulked away. She knew he couldn’t be far. 

Gale made sure to stay close enough that Tav, determined as she was, would find him. He pulled at strings of the weave, teals and blues that littered the shadow-cursed skies with a forbidden reality. It sent euphoria down his spine as the colors and sensations flowed through him, away from him, and into the conjuring above. It felt like poetry incarnate, music that you could taste. 

“Gale?” His neck snapped and his gaze met Tav’s. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he stood, brushing off his pants. 

“Sorry… you startled me.” 

“What are you doing out here?” There was no need to answer since she turned her gaze upward. He heard the hitch in her breathing and it made his stomach churn with longing. 

Despite her valiant attempts to disguise her thoughts, the smallest things reveal their truths. 

Tav’s lips parted and she ran her tongue over them. He studied her expression, enraptured by the way her brows furrowed and rose in delight. The way the darkness of her pupils widened as she gazed up at the facade. His facade.

Gale was hyperaware of how her body shifted, it swayed closer to him and inhaled deeply. Her eyes looked heavy with sleep, gleaming under the light of his false stars. 

There were no words in any tongue that could capture the exchange between them. They spoke without words, seeing into one another’s naked souls in a way only lovers do. 

After a few moments, Gale choked out: “I’m so sorry-“ 

Tav pressed her fingers against his lips and shook her head. Gale wrapped his hands around hers and rubbed small circles with his thumb into the palm of her hand. He watched her carefully, noting how her thumb pressed deeper into his lip. 

Dare he pursue her? Dare he kiss her, despite everything? 

Time came to halt. It waited for them. There was nothing to say. 

Gale shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin as she traced her thumb across his bottom lip and across his cheek. He held her wrist, delicately, as her hand wrapped around his neck. He frowned as he felt her hand tense and drop suddenly. 

Tears flooded her eyes as her voice fell. “How am I supposed to forgive you?” A bitter sting, the lump in his throat suffocating. “How am I supposed to hate you? How am I supposed to allow you to do Mystra’s bidding and pretend I do not care?” She turned and wiped her tears with both hands in a sudden, firm motion. She shook her head, and stared at him. Gale stared back in stunned silence. “Well?” She said, gesturing. 

“Well…” Gale said, rubbing the back of his neck and pursed his lips. “Soon, you will not need to be bothered by it.” His voice dropped and he tilted his head up towards the swirling, ephemeral beauty of the stars. “If we find the heart of the Absolute, as we expect we will, I see no other course of action. There’s no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, on my own terms.” He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. 

Tav’s voice was barely audible: “Nothing is inevitable.” 

Gale shook his head, bewildered and let out a curt laugh. “Then what would you have me do? Defy Mystra once again? Allow the world to succumb to the horrors of becoming mind flayers?” 

Although his questions were rhetorical, Tav responded. “I need you alive.” 

Gale’s heart sunk. He felt his knees buckle and yet he stood tall, shutting his eyes. “You’ve done quite alright without me thus far, in fact far better than when I am near.” He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, his voice lower. “We both know the past cannot be changed, and the future becomes ever closer to being realized….” 

“You’re a part of this world!” Tav interrupted, her arms flung out to the side. “Please…” her voice trembled with an unmistakable edge and her arms deflated. “….stay..” the rest of the words evaporated before they could leave her lips. 

Gale looked at her. “Why?” 

Tav huffed and all at once, it seemed she lost her bravado and courage. “Are you not afraid?” 

“Afraid?” Gale turned, and ran both hands through his hair before turning to look back at her with a gentle smile. “No, I am terrified. Unfortunately, fear or courage or reason cannot change the charge I’ve been given.” 

Tav’s eyes narrowed and she turned on her heel. “Fine. Do what you need to do, but do not expect my help to end your life. I won’t be part of it.” 

“Tav?” The way he said her voice was like a song composed just for her. She stopped, though she did not turn around. “I likely only have a few nights, perhaps a ten-day, left. Care to indulge me for a moment? A moment together, nothing more.” 

He heard her ragged breathing, and the two stood silently for a moment before she turned to face him. Her face was impossible to read. Or, the more likely scenario, was that Gale was too terrified to see the emotions written on her, despite all he had done. 

“It’s not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight… tonight is different.” The weight of his impending doom rested heavily on his shoulders. The closer they burrowed into Moonrise, the more likely he was to meet his end. He wanted a moment of peace, of comfort, before plunging headfirst into the darkness. 

“Let’s imagine the perfect night in Waterdeep, yes?” Gale began to move his hands and arms languidly, his mind plucking the threads of the weave as the reality before them transpired into nothingness. “The scene is this:” and suddenly the two were transported into a scenery unlike the one they stood. Gale watched as Tav’s eyes widened and soaked in the atmosphere. He felt his voice shake and his heart beating so intensely he thought he might erupt right then. “We stand in the room that is the centre of my universe. The sculptures, the paintings, the walls enlivened by the spines of a thousand books.” Gale gestured with his fingers and he watched Tav watch him. His face grew warm. “The grand piano plays the Lliirian suites all by itself, and…” Gale placed a hand on the small of Tav’s back as they step outside. “As we look out beyond the arches that lead to the terrace, we see the weary sun take its daily five into the sea.” 

He had not shown any of his companions his home before. Prior to this adventure, hardly anyone other than his mother and Tara had seen the magnificence of what he built for himself. A nest. A safe haven. A prison. 

He realized he likely would never see this view again. His face fell, and he felt Tav’s fingers run against his shoulders before she sat. 

“Ah - my favorite spot. Many times, evening turned to night and back to daybreak once more while I sat here, lost in words.” He took a seat beside her, their knees brushing against one another in the way they do when two people are eager to know one another and yet, lack their courage. 

“Hm…” she mused, trailing her fingers over the nearest book, The Art of the Night. “It’s funny, to see how much has changed and yet -“ her eyes lifted to meet his gaze. “You’re still spending your late nights reading. You always did have quite the rebellious streak…” 

Gale’s brows lifted, his soul ached for her light-hearted teasing. He felt the chemistry between them palpably, as if merely sitting in this proximity was enough to imagine the citrus that lingered on her tongue from her tea, the smell of pine and wood and sweat that entwined in her musk. He cleared his throat, smirking. 

“Oh, allow me to leave dangerously while I still can.” He laughed and his fingers trailed over hers, “The Art of the Night - it details the first thousand nights of a newly wed king and queen.” Their heads dipped, tilted towards one another and gazing down at the book, their tresses mingling. He felt her hair brush his forehead and shuddered. “They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation, of taste, of time honored and newly acquired. The art of the body,” Gale felt Tav’s leg resting against his and he turned his gaze to her. She was staring at him and quickly looked down. “The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself.” 

They sat, frozen in amber as time stretched onward. 

A voice, distant and yet too close pulled them both from the moment and Gale reigned in his vision of Waterdeep until they were left in the shadow-cursed field once more. 

Halsin looked sheepishly at Gale and Tav. “My apologies - I was looking for a quiet moment, to see if I could connect with Thaniel and find the source of his missing essence. Had I realized the two of you were out here… I hope I’m not interrupting.” There was a teasing to Halsin’s voice, one of ancient knowing. 

Gale and Tav looked to one another and Gale offered her a soft grin, and subtly took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “No, we were just about prepared to head back to camp. Tav was indulging me on a little voyage -“ he looked up at the sky, “It was about time to return to reality.” 

Gale leaned forward and whispered into Tav’s ear. “Goodnight, Tav. Thank you for sharing in a moment of magic with me - I won’t soon forget it.” Despite himself, Gale trailed his lips across her ear and yet did not offer a kiss. A subtle brush of knowing, unable to do more without her enthusiastic consent. 

She held fast to his wrist as he turned to walk away, and when he paused his stride she let go. He tried to meet her gaze and when he thought she would rather study the intricacy of the shadow-cursed ground she looked up at him, eyes full of words unspoken. “Goodnight, Gale.” 

Perhaps there was hope for him yet. 

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 46

Apollo: Who is she?

Dion: One of Dad's lovers.

Apollo: And you guys talk?

Dion: Of course not i dont even know if she is still there or not.

Apollo: Ahhh got you.

Dion: I do hope she is ok if she is up there..... not easy to say no to Zues

*Apollo points to the sky While Dion has kneeled down next to one of the youngest of his flock and helps her fix her straw doll*

Dion: Oh I am just guessing I don’t know if she survived all this time but I won’t blame her for staying up there.

Apollo: Aren’t their other gods there.

Dion: Maybe but i dont know the politics of the moon.

Apollo: *Laugh* Thats a shame.  

*Dion stands up and the child thanks him before running off*

Dion: Why is that?

Apollo: I would have love to visit the moon with you.

Dion: Mmmh have you been transforming lately?

Apollo: Way to ruin the momment...... not really.

Dion: Ahh you have to keep to a routine.

Apollo: my life is a bit too...... pffft y'know.

Dion: Just be careful.

*Dion holds Apollos face in his hand*

Apollo: I will.

*Apollo and Dion start to walk in different directions but yells without turning around*

Dion: REMEMBER DEMI’S BIRTHDAY!!

Apollo: WILL DO!!

*Apollo heads back the tent where Vick is still standing in the same spot while trying to get service on his phone Apollo laughs a little then walks over and sits on the ground in front of him*

Apollo: Hey remeber tonight you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.

Vick: OK but we can share.

*Apollo looks at Vick for a couple seconds*

Vick: Or not it’s cool.

Apollo: Cool also I might leave during the night at some points do not come out or follow me.

Vick: why?

Apollo: Just might have to get away for a bit to........ transform.

Vick: Why can’t I come then thought you were in control?

Apollo: It's been awhile its harder to control.

Vick: I thought you were in complete control of this?

Apollo: I am but if i dont transform my...... "instincts" take over.

Vick: That sounds made up.

Apollo: And you will never know if i made it up or not.

Vick: I hate you.

Apollo: You are too kind

*Apollo lays down on the ground after taking a pillow from the bed and then grabs a bedroll off the floor*

Vick: I’ll give it an hour then ill radio Leander and I hope he believes me. God, I need him to believe me, I just need to-

*Vick passes out on Apollos bed then springs back up and looks at his phone*

Vick: FUCK I FELL ASLEEP FOR 2 HOURS, I NEED TO RADIO LEANDER!!!!!

*Vick runs out of the tent while rummaging through his bag trying to find his radio*

Vick: FUCK, fuck I hope I can think of a good lie.

*Vick leaves the tent then looks up and meets Apollos wolfs eye they both freeze in place staring into each other’s eyes till the Wolf moves slightly closer looking curiously at Vick*

Vick: Please don’t kill me this is really embarrassing way to die.

*Vick tries to walk backwards into the tent but as he does Apollo follows him curiously tilting his head side to side*

Vick: He looks like a dog that…that wants to play?

*Vick places everything on the ground slowly as he does Apollos head lowers as well Vick take one more step back before clapping his knees.

Then Apollo jumps back and his front paws are spread out in front of him so that his chest is touching the ground, and his tail is in the air wagging wildly*

Vick: *laughs* Fuck. Off.

*Vick walks forward but still with caution till he is right in front of Apollo shoots up so they are basically eye level and Vick starts to pet him*

Vick: Aww you will never live this down.

*Vick starts to pet Apollo more aggressively till Dion calls from outside*

Dion: VICK IS HE SAFE!

Vick: YEAH, HE IS KINDA LIKE A PUPPY!

Dion: CAN YOU GET HIM TO BACK OUT OF THE TENT!

Vick: SURE, WHY THOUGH!

Dion: *sigh* HIS ASS IS IN THE WAY OF THE ENTRECE!

*The scene shows Dion standing at the side of Apollos ass that is halfway in the tent*

Vick: Pfft WILL MOVE HIM NOW!!

*Vick starts to walk forward in turn Apollo backs up they both leave the tent and Vick looks to Dion when Apollo sees him though he runs over and starts to nuzzle against him*

Vick: Can I please take a picture.

Dion: please do he would live this down.

*The scene cuts to Apollo, Vick and Dion posing for a close-up picture where Dion has leaned down a bit so that Apollos face is on his shoulder and Vick has a shit eating grind just in front of them.

Looking into the camera after the photo the scene goes to Vick and Dion standing side by side while laughing at the photo which has a flower filter on it*

Vick: Why is he so, Friendly?

Dion: No clue I thought that they were always violent during this period but I guess not.

Vick: *laughs* Weird.

*Vick walks back into the tent with Dion following shortly behind so that as Dion enters the Tent Vick is leaning down to pick up his stuff*

[fluideli123]

Considering I'm a big Starscream lover due to analysis videos and specific fanfics (*Stares directly at Emporer Kumpkuat and megadoomingir*/pos) it comes as no surprise that I have thought of my own Starscream fics. Though, most are ideas instead of fleshed-out concepts and plot planning. So, I'm making a post to talk about all three of them, and yes, there are THREE.

The first is, of course, based on megadoomingir's fanfic Stop Me. (A true art piece, I have never in my life dedicated my entire fucking life to a fic for an entire fucking WEEK due to being unable to STOP READING and TALKING ABOUT IT and JUST- GRRRRRR.) While I do not wish to use any direct concept, the idea of Starscream's Outlier Power and World Bunner status keeps me up at night. I cannot for the life of me stop imagining how it must have presented itself before.

What other concepts of power could he unlock during death or at another time in the show? After his first universe jump, does he just continue to hop universes after each death and doesn't allow himself to get close to anyone? Does he change other universes? And if his powers differ depending on the concepts, how does this change the story, Starscream, and so much more about him and what others know about him?

Considering the idea of using different Starscream characteristics, SO much could be used and unlocked. Such as Starscream and Jetfire, Shattered Glass comic, IDW, G1, and other happenings all smooshed together. NOT TO MENTION A POSSIBLE EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE KIND OF CONCEPT??? HELLO????? I HAVE ONLY FOUND SOME STARSCREAM-CENTRIC FICS!!! I NEED MORE!!!

I have, however, tried to dive into this idea a little and wrote this:

"I'm sorry, but that was not my fault."

"Nothing is ever your fault!" The femme grit out from her denta, servos clenching at her sides as her small form began to tremble in rage. Her tone darkens, optics piercing brightly into the former Decepticon’s as his expression morphs from unfazed to brittle agitation. "And you're rarely ever sorry."

The words bite harshly into the air between them as acid would in a scraplet wound. 

Starscream narrows his optics, wings twitching sharply behind him, a sneer forms, the blue two-wheeler’s words resting heavy on his shoulder plating and digging into his protoform, his tanks churning uncomfortably. It takes more effort than Starscream would like to admit to keep his knees from shaking as he swallows down a growl. 

No one is oblivious to the sudden tension between the strangely-painted seeker and Arcee. There was so much here, so many unsaid words and unanswered questions. 

“I don’t have time for this,” Starscream hisses, swiftly turning away. “I do not have time for this–”

“Don’t turn away from me!” 

The seeker whips around, yanking his arm away from her sudden reach, wings shooting up above his head, “I am not the same Starscream who killed Cliffjumper! Do not place your grief on me!” The words bounce across the wide valley, echoing into the chilled morning air. 

Arcee’s expression flickers between unreadable emotions as Starscream takes a stabilizing intake. “I have already gone through this. Not only am I the wrong Starscream for this conversation, but we don’t have time to argue over his murder. We have to stop the Vehiacons before they reach your Megatron. If he gets his hands on this device, slag will get much worse.” Starscream meets her optics, “I cannot help you.” He huffs before marching forward toward the direction the Vehicons went. “Now let’s get going.” 

The second Starscream fic idea is an Optimus and Starscream-centered fic across multiple lives/near-death experiences. I love the familial and platonic dynamic of Starscream and Optimus, and their relationship in general, in all honesty. So, why not mix together a reincarnation AU and dive spark-first into the idea of Optimus' finding Starscream throughout their many lives because he is devoted to being the seeker's friend, for he has been used and hurt so many times. Optimus cannot STAND to let that stand by.

He cares for Starscream deeply and understands him, and after Redeem the Stars, Stop Me (megadoomingir), and Unburied (Elindae), I cannot even THINK of them not having the dynamics shown through all three stories; they are truly so well made and heartwarming as well as heart-wrenching. So, adding more to that kind of world has become my favorite daydreaming pass time.

And lastly, as on-brand as this will be for those who know my writing.

[thesakuragarnet]

I’d Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All

Summary: ~the safe word is champagne~

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: heavy smut, swearing, they're in love i swear, established DabiHawks, light angst, inspired by Pain by 3 Days Grace, slight bl00d

Word Count: 1,649 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: sub b0ttom Dabi, sub t0p Dabi, dom top Hawks, power b0ttom Hawks, a n a l s3x, light BD$M, grinding, collars, riding crops, chains, choking, safe/sane/consensual, praise k!nk, light sad!sm, light masoch!sm, aftercare,

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"Remember, baby. The safe word is champagne," Hawks grins as he roughly grabs the chain-link leash and jerks it forward. Dabi lurches, being pulled off of his knees as the collar pulls him toward Hawks. He gasps, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks as he's forced to stare up into his lover's eyes. Hawks pulls the chain even tighter, practically lifting Dabi off the ground, and he roughly grabs his chin with the other hand. 

"I need confirmation," Hawks trills, digging his long, sharp fingernails into the scarred line on Dabi's cheek until the smallest bead of blood begins to drip. The dull sting shoots a wave of pleasure through Dabi as he maintains eye contact. 

"Yes. I understand," Dabi stammers out, his voice cracking as Hawks leans down to press a kiss to the cut. 

"Good boy," Hawks croons, and Dabi's eyelids flutter at the praise. "My beautiful firefly," Hawks sighs wistfully. 

Dabi moans softly at the pet name, feeling like he's going to melt into the floor. Hawks sits down on the bed and eagerly pulls Dabi into his lap, gently grinding their cocks together, eliciting strained groans from the both of them. 

"Please," Dabi cries out, breaths coming out labored and heated as his emotions feed into his Quirk, warming up his body. Hawks clicks his tongue with a devilish grin.

"Not yet, firefly. Not yet," He responds with a cruel tone as his feathers whisk off underneath the bed before returning with a small leather riding crop.

"I want you to really beg. I want it to be genuine," Hawks chuckles darkly as he takes the crop between his thumb and forefinger, twirling it mockingly in his hand. Dabi gulps, eyes glued to it. His mouth feels dry, and his eyes are wide as saucers. 

"Please, Hawks," Dabi stutters, lips trembling. Hawks grins. 

THWISH!  SMACK!

Dabi cries out blissfully as Hawks harshly swings the crop at the unburned flesh on his thigh. The sweet, sharp sting sends a sick chill through him. 

"You like that, firefly?" Hawks whispers, his voice husky in Dabi's ear as he rolls his hips. Dabi bites his lip and nods.

"Who am I to deny you, then?" He smirks before smashing their lips together and whipping the crop against Dabi's thighs. Dabi whimpers into the lustful kiss, goosebumps pricking his skin with every crack through the air. Dabi's fingers desperately run through Hawks' blonde locks as his tongue dances with his lover's, and Hawks' eyes roll into the back of his head. He pulls the chain in closer and closer until his hand is wrapped around Dabi's neck, gently squeezing as he presses his thumb into the collar, making it dig into the flesh in the middle of his throat. Dabi pulls back from the kiss as his eyes water, coughing and sputtering under the force of Hawks' hand. A sadistic smile spreads across Hawks' lips as he watches Dabi go cross-eyed, his face changing color from the lack of oxygen. He pulls their bodies closer together, increasing the friction between their cocks. A strained groan rumbles in Dabi's throat, and Hawks releases his harsh grip.

"I love hearing those pretty little sounds you make, Dabi," Hawks croons, sinking his teeth into the side of Dabi's neck. Dabi practically collapses into Hawks' embrace, whimpering when he feels the skin-to-skin contact. 

"That's it, baby. That's the fucking stuff," Hawks growls, biting into Dabi's neck so hard that he draws blood as he reaches around, this time smacking the crop against Dabi's ass. 

"Hawks!" Dabi whines, his voice cracking as his back arches. His raspy voice breaks into a sob as Hawks continues whipping the crop through the air, and the villain's fingernails dig into the flesh between Hawks' wings on his back. 

"Fuck, I love you, baby," Hawks growls, licking at the bleeding bite mark and pressing a passionate kiss to it.

"L-Love you, too," Dabi whimpers between panting, his whole body shaking. A few feathers swiftly bring over a bottle of lube, pouring it over both of their erections. 

"We're gonna take turns tonight, firefly. Is that alright?" Hawks murmurs seductively, pressing tender kisses to Dabi's jawline before turning him around in his lap so Dabi's back is pressed against his chest. He grinds his cock against Dabi's ass but doesn't prod further. Dabi gasps, but he doesn't answer.

"I asked you a question," Hawks growls, his voice taking on a slightly harsh tone.

THWISH! CRACK!

Dabi yelps in fright as the crop hits his inner thigh, just barely missing his cock and balls.

"Yes! Yes! That's alright!" He quickly stutters as the safe word flickers through his head for a moment. 

"Yes, what?" Hawks demands, threatening to strike once again. 

"Yes, sir. We can take turns," Dabi pleads, fingernails grasping at Hawks' thighs, and the hero chuckles triumphantly in his ear. 

"Good boy," He sighs as he slightly lifts Dabi up before slowly lowering him onto his cock. Dabi completely dissolves into a moaning mess, leaning his back against Hawks' chest as he gives up complete control. Gently, Hawks unclasps the collar on his neck and tosses it off the side of the bed, making his lover gasp for breath. 

"There. Now you can breathe and let loose. Does that feel better, firefly?" Hawks sings sweetly, and the scarred man hums, completely dissociating at the feeling of Hawks slowly pressing all the way inside. 

"I-I like the collar," Dabi stutters, his voice sounding distant, and Hawks raises the crop. 

"That's not what I asked. Does that feel better?" Hawks asks firmly, and Dabi nods eagerly, almost shamefully. 

"Good. I'll make sure to loosen it next time," The Pro whispers before pressing a soft kiss to Dabi's neck, making him groan. 

Dabi yelps as the crop gently rests against his twitching cock, but Hawks clicks his tongue. 

"Don't worry, baby. We're done with that for now. Unless you need punishment...you don't need that do you? You're being so good for me," Hawks chuckles darkly, dropping the crop and letting it clatter to the floor. He rolls his hips, eliciting deep groans from Dabi.

"God, you feel so fucking good. You're gonna make me come already," Hawks hisses, eyelids fluttering as his feathers puff up. Dabi's breath hitches as he clenches around Hawks, chills running up and down his spine. Hawks grabs Dabi's hips, digging his fingernails into the scar lines on his thighs as he ruts up into him. Three more strokes and Hawks comes completely undone, feathers flexing as he empties into Dabi. The villain shudders, aching for his lover's touch as his cock leaks, and he whimpers as Hawks slowly lifts him off. Dabi collapses onto the bed with a sigh, come leaking out of him and dripping between his legs as he stares up starry-eyed at Hawks. 

"Alright, firefly. Time to treat you like the prince you are," Hawks grunts as he pours more lube over Dabi's throbbing dick. A choked moan spills from Dabi's lips as the Pro Hero slowly begins lowering himself down. Blood slowly seeps out of the scars beneath his eyes as Dabi's emotions completely overwhelm him, and Hawks leans forward, whispering sweet nothings as he starts bouncing. 

"Oh fuck! ~OH FUCK!" Dabi's sighs twist into screams of pleasure as Hawks presses kisses to his neck, hands rubbing at his sensitive chest as he continues to ride his lover. Dabi's words turn to simple, pleasured sounds as his brain fills with fog, clouded with nothing but the pure devotion he has toward the Pro Hero. He feels nothing but pure carnal desire, and he's getting satisfied in every way Hawks can think of. Hawks digs his elbows into Dabi's chest as he leans forward, fingernails clawing into Dabi's shoulders as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the air. He can tell the villain's about to break. A familiar burning smell permeates the air as Dabi starts hyperventilating, his skin faintly sizzling as his Quirk blazes beneath his skin. 

"Shhh...Shh...I'm right here, Dabi," Hawks whispers comfortingly in his ear, running soft hands through his hair to try to ground him. 

"Cl-close," Dabi huffs, blinking away a few bloody tears that his lover gently wipes away. 

"I know. I've got you," Hawks grins, staring into his ocean-blue eyes as he presses an amorous kiss to his lips. Dabi's eyelids flutter shut as he focuses on the rhythm of Hawks' hips slamming down on his cock, and he groans lowly into the kiss. Breath harshly hisses out of his nostrils until he breaks from the kiss with a cry.

"Hawks-AH~!" He screams, toes curling and fingers grasping at the sheets as he orgasms. 

"Fuck," Hawks huffs as he rides him through it until his ass is sore. With a soft gasp, he lifts himself off, collapsing beside Dabi and immediately pulling him in close. Dabi nuzzles into Hawks' bare chest, shaking and stuttering as he struggles to come down from the high. 

"I got you. I got you, firefly," Hawks whispers, kissing the top of his head as his wings close around Dabi, concealing them in a crimson canopy. 

"Whaddya say we get a nice warm shower in a bit, hmm?" Hawks smirks, gently rubbing circles on the unburned skin on Dabi's back. Dabi nods wordlessly, still humming softly to himself as he regains his bearings. 

"Sounds nice," Dabi mumbles, his fingers gently tracing between the muscle lines on Hawks' pecs and abs, almost like he's memorizing every curve in his body. 

"Ah, the fearsome villain speaks!" Hawks teases, and Dabi harshly pokes him in the chest. 

"Shut the fuck up," He growls, cheeks tinting in embarrassment. Hawks tilts his chin upward and presses their lips softly together, which Dabi eagerly accepts. After a moment that seems to never end, the hero pulls away. 

"Let's go get cleaned up."

[harringtons-cupid]

I think I might love you - Eddie X Reader - Best friends to lovers

Part 2:

Word count: 4k words

Warning: 18+

Cunnilingus, creampies, naming kink, public sex. Kissing. Drug misuse, school skipping.

Tagged: @moonchildquinn @nojerama1996 @mcbeanzontoast @pleasantlycrazyworld @urlbitchin

Part One | Masterlist |

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Eddie had slept over at your house for the second time this week, looking at him all frazzled and messy hair made him look adorable. His raspy voice was turning you on every second, you wore his t-shirts to bed. He knew you looked good in them, the eyes he would make as he watched you get out of bed. It had been a month since you first slept together, you adored each other.

''We should really go to school today Eds'' you speak into your mug of coffee, hair still a mess. His clothes clinging to your body as he kissed your shoulder and neck.

''But why? I want to stay in bed all day with you'' His words were muffled as he continued to kiss your body, goosebumps appeared on your skin making you roll your eyes and smirk.

''I'm being serious Eds, we have to graduate this year'' you turned to face him, lightly kissing him and raising your eyebrows at him.

He rolled his eyes, sighing as he fell down onto the bed hard. You laughed lightly as you watched him be dramatic. Getting up, you opened your closet and began picking your outfit for the day. Eddie's clothes were neatly folded in the drawer next to your hanging clothes, you threw the clean clothes at him. Watching his eyes widen in amazement at the clothes being hurled towards him.

''My mom cleaned them for you'' your words were quieter as your head became buried inside your closet.

He had changed out of his current clothes and into the fresh clothes you had just thrown at him. He looked good. His older clothes were crumpled on the floor by your bed, sighing you walked over and picked them.

Noticing that Eddie’s eyes hadn’t left you, you were in a black lace bra with mismatching panties but his eyes widened at the sight of you. Smiling at him, you disappeared back into your closet before throwing down a combination of clothes that would create your outfit for the day.

You had chosen, a black velvet mini skirt, thick black tights with a cropped pastel pink colour with a short sleeve that’s hem barely kissed the waist band of the skirt so when you move, small peaks of your skin are shown. As you searched around the matching headband and other assorted accessories. All the while, Eddie was lay on your bed just staring at you. He knew that you dressed up for school, he'd been your best friend for a long time. He'd seen the darkest parts of you, he'd seen your bra strap in the back of his van, he'd seen how your eyes lit up when you saw something that excited you. The excited run you do when it began to snow in the middle of the winter.

But he had never seen you in your bedroom deciding clothes for school, or how annoyed you got at him just lying on your bed trying to force him to go to school with you.

''Eddie, are you ready to go?'' You turned around, your outfit was nearly done. Grabbing your knee high combat boots, that had matching pastel pink hearts scattered across them.

''Fuck'' he muttered under his breath as you zipped up your boots, you smiled to yourself as you pretended not to hear him.

''Yes, I am. Shall we go?'' he linked your hands together, your bag was slung across your shoulder as you wandered down the stairs. His shoes were dangling in his hands, he quickly put them on his feet as you called your goodbyes to your parents.

You went out the door first, Eddie smacked your ass as you went past, lifting up with skirt. You squealed, holding your skirt in place and shooting him a look, he smirks and chases you towards his van. Grabbing you and pushing against the passenger door, kissing you passionately. His tongue slid inside your mouth, you sucked on his tongue making him moan softly. You feel his trousers bulge up as you continue kissing him on your driveway.

“We should go Eddie, we’re going to be late” you break away from the kiss. Nothing the lust in his eyes, he continues kissing you.

“Let’s skip, I just wanna kiss you. Be with you” his hands travel their way down your body, lifting up your skirt and rubbing over your underwear. Making you shiver.

“Eddie, my parents” you push him away slightly, pretending to sulk. He kisses you once more before stepping back to look at you.

“Fine, goody two shoes. Let’s go” he winks at you before walking over to his side of the car.

The drive to school was long, Eddie’s fingers were hammering on the steer wheel as you were stuck behind queues of traffic. Everyone the road had decided to leave at the same time.

Impatiently, Eddie’s hand travelled to your thigh. Rubbing across your underwear, smirking as you gasped loudly. Your head tipping back as slipped underneath your underwear, his cold hand touching your warm pulsating clit. With a single touch, you moaned loudly as he moved in circles your hips began to buck up. Your eyes looking at him with lust as he moved the car slowly forward.

“Eddie”you gasped, your hands and fingernails gripping onto the seats with pleasure as he smacked your clit with his hand. You didn’t want him to stop as he rubbed your juices around making you moan louder.

He switched between lightly smacking your clit and rubbing it faster each time, there was a slight bulge in his pants as his attention flickered between you and the road. He was biting his lip quite hard, gasping as he felt you getting wetter and wetter.

Your hips were practically touching the ceiling as you moved with his hand, moaning loudly. Your eyes tightly shut, your ass slightly numb from grinding it hard on the cold seat. His hand moved and gripped your ass cheek, making you whimper and move your hand to touch yourself. Noticing his, he shot an annoyed look and pushed your hand away from yourself.

“Only I’m allowed to touch you” he growled, his hand began rubbing your clit faster and harder this time as he continued to move the car.

Your moans filled up the car as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your hips still bucking at the sensation. Feeling your body tingle and shake as he rubbed your clit harder into your orgasm, your body shook violently as you moaned loudly. You came hard, covering his hand and your underwear. He didn’t stop moving his hand until your body began shaking once more.

“Eddie, you’re going to make me cum again. Oh fuck” your moans had got louder and louder, your eyes rolling back hard as your body trembled in the car seat. You came hard once more, coating the car seat with your cum.

Eddie’s eyes were full of amazement and lust, his bulge in his pants had got bigger. He was grinding his dick against his chair as he made you cum again.

He was driving the back lanes to school, noticing a lay-by he pulled in at the side of the road. Turning the car of for a second, turning your legs to face him as he buried his hand between your thighs and he began to lick your cum up from your thighs and pussy. Moaning loudly as he did. Your body trembled once more as the feel of his tongue, gasping underneath him.

“I want you to fuck me Eddie” you gasped, his eyes shot up to look at you. He had a look of greed in his eyes as he sucked on your clit lightly, slowly inserting a finger inside you and watching you whimper beneath him.

He curled his fingers inside you until he felt you become wetter and wetter around his finger before inserting another finger inside you.

“Fuck Eddie” you moaned loudly, he was grunting between your thighs as you got wetter.

“Let’s move into the back” he growled at you, you nodded as his face moved from you. Giving you room to climb over him, he spank your ass as you moved past his head. Gasping, you turned back to smirk at him. He winked at you before climbing over the seats.

He unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles as he positioned himself closer to you. You were lying back on one of the chairs, your legs spread apart. Your hand reached across and stroked his dick making him groan and twitch. That look of greed appeared once more in his eyes.

His hands grasped your face as he kissed you roughly, sucking on your tongue before rubbing his tip around in your juices. Inserting himself slowly inside you, you both gasped at the sensation. He groaned at the feeling of being inside you.

“Fuck” he grunted as he slide all the way inside you, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he slowly thrusted inside you.

You were already quite wet, with every thrust the noises of you growing wetter and wetter. Your hips moved with him, riding his dick as he thrust slowly inside you. You could feel him twitching, tightening yourself around him as he pounded into you.

“You feel so good” his hand had found it way around your throat as he moved quicker and quicker inside you, his eyes locking with yours as they rolled back. You felt yourself shake as he fucked you, slowly fucking you into your orgasm.

“Fuck, Eddie. I’m cumming” your eyes roll back, your body shaking as he continues to fuck you. Your gasps and moans echo throughout the van, he mumbles under his breath as he feels you wetter around his dick.

His dick twitching inside you as you tighten around him, slowly beginning to move on his dick. Reaching up to his neck and choking him, he groaned loudly as you squeezed harder.

“Give it to me Eddie, fill me up with your cum” you suddenly felt a sudden primal urge to be completely full of his cum. As you moved on his dick, needing him to cum inside you.

His moans got louder and raspier as he thrust inside you, your hands tighter on his neck. His body tensing up inside you with every word you spoke, his eyes closing tightly as he painted.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum” he groaned loudly as you continued to move. His voice was struggling with the tightness of your hands around his neck. He painted hard as you felt him empty himself inside you.

He continued to fuck you after he finished, your legs were still tightly around his waist. Your hands loosened around his neck as he leant forward and kissed you sloppily, he grunted as you thrusted your hips closer to his. His eyes tightly shut once more as he came for the second time inside you, you moaned at the sensation.

“Fuck Eddie” you bit your lip as his eyes opened, staring at you full of lust. You didn't care in that moment that you were both late for school. You both stayed in that position, him still inside you for a couple of minutes longer.

He slide out of you, his hands grasping your face. Grinning at you happily, some of his cum was dripping lightly down your thighs. He felt this and wiped his fingers in before placing his fingers back inside you until he was sure that it was deeper enough in.

You both changed back into your clothes, sitting back in the front of the van staring at each other. It replaying over and over in your mind as he kissed you, pulling out a blunt from his pocket and winking at you.

''We might as well be high when we finally arrive at school'' he smirked at you, you rolled your eyes and begun rolling down your window.

''Well, I don't want to reek of weed Eddie'' shooting him a concerned look, he rolled his eyes and cranked his window open too.

Smoke filled up the van quickly as he began smoking, he looked hot as the blunt moved from his mouth. Your eyes fixated on him in amazement. He was so pretty, his sweaty hot face was hidden by clouds of smoke as he leaned closer to you and handed you the blunt. You took a drag and hung your hand out the window, feeling paranoid about stinking of weed before school. You smiled sheepishly at him when passing the blunt back to him.

After finishing the blunt, he flicked the reminder of the end onto the floor outside. Taking one last look at you before driving off, his hand was gripping onto your thigh the whole drive there.

You were feeling the effects of the blunt as he pulled into the school car park. His music was blaring out the window when the car came to a hault, standing outside at the front steps was the principal. You sighed and got out the car, Eddie lit a cigarette as you walked towards the school entrance.

“I would like Mr Munson to come with me, you hurry off to class please Miss” she firmly scowled at you both.

Eddie grabbed your face with his hands and kissed you sloppily before nodded to you. Panicking you rushed off quickly into the school, you had English. As you hurried into the classroom, all eyes were fixated onto you making you blush heavily. You found a spare seat and sat down, opening your books and began focusing. Your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

As the day went by, you didn’t see Eddie in the corridor. The Hellfire Club were scurrying about, to quickly for you to even get a chance to ask.

You glumly walked around the school, in and out of classes. Worried about Eddie, as the bell rang at the end of the day. You wondered out of the classroom and right into a familiar smell, looking up you saw a long curly haired boy grinning down at you.

“Hey, sweetheart”

He had an un lit cigarette in his mouth, his arm fell naturally around your shoulder as he led you out of the school.

“You had a good day?” He asked, lifting his cigarette. Exhaling a cloud of smoke as his brown eyes pierced into you, making you blush.

“It was okay, I thought about you a lot” you turned your head to try and hide your red hot cheeks. His hand felt cold against your skin as he turned your head to look at him, he as smiling at you.

“Oh yeah? Well I thought about you too Sweetheart” his body was closer to you now, exhaling the smoke away from your face as he looked down at your lips.

“Really?” Your big eyes stared up at him, licking your lips as his hand caressed your cheek.

“Of course I did Sweetheart. How could not think about a pretty little thing like you?” He watched as you blushed at his words, he smiled again turning his head away to exhale.

“Let’s get you home” he stroked your face before throwing the cigarette on the ground and stubbing it with his boots.

Throwing his arm around you as you walked to his van, he opened the door for you and smacked your ass as you climbed up inside it making you squeal. He laughed and walked around the other side, his hand placed back on your thigh as he drove to yours.

Once he arrived at yours, he pulled up outside and turned to look at you.

“Do you want to come in?” You began playing with your hands, diverting your attention between him and your lap. Hoping that he would say yes.

“I will, only for a little bit. I do need to see my uncle at some point but I would like to see you first” he smiled at you and turned off his van.

His hand travelled up your thigh, lightly touching your underwear. Watching you gasp as he leant forward to kiss you, his tongue sliding inside your mouth as he rubbed across your underwear. Feeling you suddenly become wetter and smirked into the kiss.

Thankfully your parents were home yet as his hand moved quicker, making your hips thrust in the chair.

“I want you Eddie, let’s go inside” you gasped into his mouth. He smirked once more, moving his hand under your underwear and stroking your clit. His bulge getting bigger in his pants, he nodded and removed his hands from you.

Opening the door, you rushed after him. Unlocking the front door quickly, he pushed you against the closest wall and kissed you passionately. Moaning into your mouth as you stumbled towards the sofa, his hands pulled down your underwear as you unbuckled his jeans.

His head was instantly kissing your thighs and your clit, moving his tongue in the shape of his name. Your hands gripping onto his hair, forcing him deeper between your legs as you moaned into the room. Your eyes tightly closed as he ate you out, making you wetter and wetter. His fingers made their way to your opening, softly inserting one finger as he sucked hard on your clit. You moaned as he curled his finger inside you, feeling you getting wetter. He softly inserted another finger and began moving quickly inside you, listening to your moans and gasping noises as you tugged onto to his hair.

“Fuck Eddie” you were already getting closer and closer to cumming as he sucked hard on your clit, your hips bucking at the sensation. His free hand began playing with your nipples, feeling them get harder with each touch. He continued until you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back as you twitched. Your legs began shaking as your body got close to cumming, Eddie noticed this and moving his body so that he was lying down, his legs either side of you.

''Get on top of me. I want you to ride me'' he looked at you, watching as you moved positions. Aligning to lower yourself down onto his dick, groaning as you felt him fill you up.

You began grinding against his dick, your hands rubbing his chest as his hands dug into your hips. Moving you back and forth with his hands, groaning as his tip grinds inside of you. Tightening yourself around him, your head is tilted back as you begin to move faster. It felt good grinding against his dick, his moans were broken up as his dick pulsated inside you. His eyes were tightly shut as you tilted your back and moved up his dick, grinding faster against him.

''Oh fuck, you feel so good'' his broken moans, moved as he grabbed you by your waist holding you down and thrusting into you. The tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot, causing you to moan loudly.

''I want to make you cum'' you moaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, your legs began shaking as you reached climax. You came hard, coating his dick with your cum as he gasped and grunted beneath you, his eyes rolling back as you tightened yourself around him.

''Fuck, someone was horny'' he smirked slightly, letting go of you as you began grinding against his dick again. Feeling the urge to make him cum in you.

''Stay still'' you growled at him, doing as he was told. He let his head fall back back on the arm of the sofa. Watching you grind against his dick, using your cum as lube.

The couch began creaking loudly as your bodies together, back and forth against his dick. His hands were tightly holding onto your hips, he groaned loudly as you tightened yourself around him. Not listening to you, he threw you onto your back and began thrusting into you. Groaning into your ear, leaving wet sloppy kisses on your neck. Your hands moved down his back leaving scratch marks, digging your nails into his ass cheeks. Moaning as you felt him move in and out of you, still tight around his dick.

“You feel so good, I really want you to cum in me Eddie” you panted down his ear, at your words he suddenly began pounding quicker and quicker inside you. Making you moan really loudly, still gripping onto his cheeks. Your legs tightly wrapped around him, not wanting him to pull out.

He groaned and grunted his body twitching as you felt him empty himself inside you, as he continued to fuck you. He hit your sweet spot, causing you to gasp and pant loudly as you came once more on his dick. He continued until he knew that he had finished and had fucked his cum deeper inside you.

Staying on that position for a few moments, he stared at you with a big smile on his face. Grabbing your face and kissing you sloppily, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You made out for a few minutes longer, before deciding to get changed. As Eddie was pulling his trousers up his legs, you both heard the noises of cars pulling up to your drive. Panicking you grabbed his hand and rushed up the stairs, tripping on your way up. You crawled quickly up the stairs and into your bedroom, falling onto the floor together laughing as you waited for your parents to enter the house.

Staring at him softly as you heard the noises of your mom opening the front door and shouting upstairs to you. You waited for a few moments before peeking your head around the door and smiling down to your mom.

“Do you and Eddie want something to eat?” She raised her eyebrows at you and smiled. You nodded, before Eddie pulled you back into the room and pushed you against the door.

“Convince me to go downstairs” he mumbled into your neck as he peppered sloppy kisses on your skin, making you laugh but gasp at the sensation. Some of his cum was making your thighs stick together as his body was pressed against yours.

“Eddie” you giggled. “Please come down, for me” you raised your eyebrows at him, he tutted and sighed. Moving away from you and gesturing for you to lead the way. You grabbed his hand and led him downstairs. As you got halfway down the stairs, he pinched your ass cheek making you squeal lightly and turning around to glare at him with a smile. He winked at you, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

You turned to look at Eddie, with an expression on your face saying ''be nice'', he smirked and tracing your underwear outline over your skirt. You gasp softly at the sensation, his hand moved further down your leg and cupping your left ass cheek in his hand and pinched it harder. You bit your lip, groaning softly. Turning around to kiss him at the bottom of the stairs, his hand still imprinted on your ass as you kissed him softly and quietly.

‘’I can’t get enough of you, the idea of you will not leave my mind’’ he mumbled quietly onto your lips as his free hand cupped your chin. You broke apart and tilted your head towards the dining room, he sighed kissing you once more and walked through the hallway. His hand was holding tightly to your hand, squeezing it before letting it go and standing awkwardly next to you. You both stared at the spread of food that was laid across the dining room table. Waiting for your mom to renter the room.

[earlgreydream]

angry.

| theo nott x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Theo’s had a long stressful day and is rougher and maybe aftercare & the morning after he was rough with her and she’s trying to reassure him that she’s all good and maybe lead to some soft smut

cw: spanking, d/s, rough sex

“Don’t be angry.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Theo spat at his best friend.

You looked up, shocked to hear the hateful words from your typically sweet boyfriend.

“I’ve had the worst fucking day and you keep being a prat and irritating me!”

“Makers, Nott, take a breath,” Zabini scoffed, earning a wicked glare.

“You got me in trouble in astronomy, you ass. Best shut your mouth, Zabini.”

Theo slammed his textbook shut and rose from the table, his chair clattering backwards with a loud noise.

His cloak brushed the wooden steps as he went to his dorm, too frustrated to deal with his friends’ badgering.

You sighed, stacking his books with yours, feeling bad for him. He’d had a terrible day, after a bad week, and his temper was understandable.

“What’s up his ass?”

“Leave him alone. He’s just had a bad day. Be kind to Teddy, please,” you answered Draco, who immediately looked guilty at your sweetness.

You carried your things up to Theo’s bedroom, planning to console him. You knocked softly on the door before entering, setting everything down on the desk. Theo was draped over his green velvet chair, looking stormy and volatile.

“My love, what can I do?” You asked softly, shedding your cloak and walking up to him.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m not upset with you. I never want you to think that,” he said, wrapping his arms around your hips and burying his face in your abdomen.

You could feel the waves of anger and frustration pouring off of him, and you would do anything to console him. A deep sigh escaped your boyfriend, and you felt bad for him. Your fingers stroked through his curls, trying to soothe him.

“What can I do, Teddy?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Would it help to get some of the frustration out?” You peeled away from him, letting your dress drop to the floor. 

“Sweetheart, I can’t be gentle right now,” Theo warned.

“That’s okay. I can take it rough. You can hurt me, Teddy,” you breathed, sinking down onto his lap, wearing just your little cotton panties.

“You’re certain?”

You nodded. Theo hesitated, but he trusted you, knowing you’d never let him use you or take it too far.

“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?”

His strong hands squeezed your thighs, and he gazed up at you, kissing your sternum. 

“Black.”

He stood up, his height towering over yours. You peered up at him, shrinking under his stern gaze. Your wrists were taken in one of his large hands, trapped together and leaving you unable to move.

“Need you to be still while I fuck this tight little cunt,” Theo said, his voice several octaves deeper than before.

You didn’t answer, knowing it was unnecessary at this point. His hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging handprint that had you blinking back moisture.

Your back was on the bed, and your knees bent up to your shoulders, leaving you entirely exposed to him. A squeal left your lips when he smacked your cunt, a force behind the blow that almost had your knees closing.

He tapped the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing through your folds and teasing your entrance. Tears were welled in your eyes now, out of need and arousal.

“Fuck!” You cried, dropping your head on the mattress as he slammed into you all at once. Your body struggled to adapt to the stretch, pain shooting through your abdomen as his hips began snapping at a ruthless pace.

“Keep those dirty words out of your pretty mouth,” Theo hissed, pushing two fingers past your lips to keep you from speaking.

He pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag around him, making your muscles contract around him. Tears were now staining your cheeks, and you tried to ground yourself by sucking on his fingers, the only part of your body you remained in control of.

A low growl erupted from his chest at the action, and he gripped your thigh hard enough to bruise, slamming into your cunt fast and hard. All the angst and irritation came pouring out of him, channeled into fucking you.

Theo swore, dropping his head forward and emptying himself inside of you. You whined around his fingers still in your mouth, and he tugged them out, dropping his hand to rub your clit.

“Theo,” you cried, the stimulation harsh and rough even as he just meant to get you off. Your body convulsed, coming around him as he rutted his hips into yours. 

You ached, unused to being handled so roughly. Theo slid out of you carefully, breathing hard, but visibly less upset than before. It stung as he pulled out, causing a whimper to escape your lips. 

“Sweetheart,” Theo breathed, brushing the tears off of your cheeks. Worry immediately knit in his brow, and you shook your head, leaning up on shaky arms to kiss him. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you promised, even though you ached.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, kissing the space between your eyes.

“Don’t be.” 

“Let me clean you up,” Theo was standing before you could protest, stepping into the ensuite out of your view. 

You laid back against the pillows, trying to catch your breath. Theo breathed another apology when you winced as he tried to clean you up. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough,” Theo was distraught, horrified by his own roughness he exhibited with you. 

“Theo, my love, I promise that I am alright,” you insisted, and you meant it. 

He slipped soft cotton up your legs, kissing the soft skin on your belly, making you laugh. Theo made sure to be extremely gentle as he helped you into one of his shirts, a touristy tee from one of the American cities he had traveled to. 

“I love you,” Theo whispered, kissing your cheek and putting a glass of water in your hands as he settled behind you. 

“I love you more,” you giggled, snuggling back against his chest and drinking the water while he read aloud from a book. His fingertips gently trailed over your torso under the soft fabric, tracing shapes on your skin as he soothed you to sleep with his low voice. 

.

Theo rolled over in bed, watching you stand on trembling legs. 

“Don’t leave me,” Theo’s beg was soft and pathetic, fearing you were running after he’d been too aggressive. 

“Oh, no, love. I’m just using the loo,” you kissed his forehead before disappearing, leaving him to relax in the bed. 

.

“I feel terrible.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m all good, just a bit sore,” you tried to assure Theo as you crawled back into the warmth of his bed. 

You settled on your side, smiling as he draped your thigh over his. Theo’s hand went to the back of your neck, gently pulling you into a lazy kiss. It quickly turned into a sleepy makeout session, your hands smoothing over the muscles on his abdomen, and his hands under your shirt and the fabric of your underwear, squeezing and palming your bum. 

“I need you,” you breathed against his lips, growing wet and aroused. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine as long as you’re gentle. Please just fuck me.” 

Theo couldn’t deny you when you begged, and he quickly was tugging his boxers down while you stripped beside him. His hand held under your thigh, pulling it up so he could angle himself to fuck you. 

Your forehead rested on his chest as he gently rolled into you, easing the ache between your hips. You exhaled softly, melting into him as he gently thrusted into you at a steady, lazy pace. 

You lowered your hand to gently rub your clit as he fucked you, your other fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth swallowed your tiny, pathetic moans. 

“I want to feel you come around me, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and pushing all the way inside of you until your hips connected. 

“Squeeze that pretty pussy. I just want to feel you let go,” he murmured before lightly teasing your nipples, making the pressure dissolve as you orgasmed. 

“Teddy,” you whined, a silent cry catching in your throat as you felt him come all over your inner thighs, making an absolute mess of you. 

You dropped your head down onto his shoulder, murmuring a thanks as he cleaned the two of you up with a simple spell. You resigned yourself to lazing the day away in bed, sleeping and making out, spending time with your soft lover.

[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 16: Eustass Kid x fem! reader x Killer (poly)

I am in desperate need of a threesome where Kid and Killer fuck each other while you fuck yourself on one of them... so here is a bottom Kid getting his dick ridden by you while he's being fucked by his first mate <3 (Also Killer being a dom??? Getting me weak in the knees fr)

Word count: 2,4K

Content: Threesome (mmf), female reader, polyamorous, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, use of "good boy", anal sex, buttplug, vaginal sex, established relationship, bottom! Kid, Top! Killer

“Fucking shit, can you not use the other one-” the redhead complained through grunts, wanting to be filled by something bigger than the midsized buttplug you pumped in and out of him as his ass was in the air in front of you.

“Oh stop being such a baby, this is just the warm-up, we all know you only love being stretched out by Killer,” you snickered at your captain, hearing his breath hitch at the mention of the massacre soldier’s name. Neither of you could deny that you loved having Killer’s cock stretching your walls to their limits, no matter how much foreplay you endured. Pushing the buttplug as far inside as possible, you started shallow thrusts with your teasing hands, making the redhead grip the sheets as he hissed.

“That’s what I thought,” your voice was soft, yet playful, as your freehand reached for his cock hanging heavy below him, and your tongue found that very sensitive spot between his balls and ass making him levitate. 

“Fuck,” his grunt was deep and rough, and you knew he wouldn’t last long, and the thought made you grin. It was always fun to see him fall apart.

The tip of your tongue massaged his delightful spot while squelching created from the lube and the thrusts of the buttplug eagerly fucking into him could be heard. There was no sweeter view and sound in the world than the one of Eustass “Captain” Kid on all fours grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat (which wasn’t far from the truth).

“Oh just look at you, Kid, you love getting fucked, don’t you?” you teased him, knowing how he loved to get riled up.

“Shut-shut the fuck up,” it came out as a low groan, his aggressiveness gone. Oh you had him wrapped around your finger now.

“I know you’ve been thinking about him railing you all day,” the words left you in a dirty whisper and he hated how he could hear your grin. Ending your comment by licking ferociously against his skin, physically feeling his testicles clench at your actions, your hand pumped him faster, making him sigh and groan breathlessly, “like the whore you are”.

“Fucking stop, I can’t- I’m gonna cum,” he growled, but his body only leaned into your touch, contradicting his words. You only laughed against him, small vibrations being spread against his skin, making shivers shoot up his spine.

“Fucking bitch,” he spat out through a grunt, before you felt his cock twitch and his skin below your tongue tense. And with the bellowed growl he let out, you knew he had stained the sheets.

Before Kid had a chance to come back from his high, breathing heavily into the mattress, your shared boyfriend stood pressed against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he chuckled.

“How long have you two been going at it?”

Killer smirked, his purple lips curving, “Such a good boy today,” causing Kid to close his eyes at the pet name, one the two of his lovers knew very well how affected him. Killer’s eyes didn’t leave yours even as he placed his lube covered cock at the hole of your shared boyfriend.

“Gonna be good while I fuck you, hm? Gonna eat her out while my dick is deep inside of you?” Killer’s words against his ear had Kid nodding before Killer loosened his grip on the red locks, Kid’s face falling into your heat.

In one swift motion, Killer’s entire length stretched out Kid’s walls, making him moan loudly, shocking you. He rarely moaned, he was usually a groaner, letting out deep, bellowing sounds from his gut.

Kid wasn’t allowed to utter more sounds before Killer pushed his face hard against your cunt, making you yelp, “Weren’t you supposed to be a good boy? Then eat her the fuck out,” and the dark and rough voice Killer commanded his captain with had butterflies going berserk in your stomach.

Kid’s tongue started to lick through your folds with poor coordination as Killer set a ruthless pace, forcing him forwards with each powerful thrust.

“That’s it, good boy,” Killer praised Kid, and the redhead groaned against your pussy before sucking on your clit, causing you to cry out, your hands gripping his soft, thick hair.

The sight of the man between your legs eating you out like his last meal on this damn earth, while being fucked by your normally calm and collected boyfriend made you long for more. Your hips started grinding against your captain’s face and he grunted, getting the memo, as he nuzzled his face from side to side, rubbing your folds with more friction before licking desperately through your slick lips, lapping obediently at your juices.

Killer’s hips smacked loudly against Kid’s rear while the sound of Kid’s wet muscle between your slick folds and slurping accumulated quite the noise, along with the sinful sound of pleasure from the three of you that reverberated off the walls in the cabin.

“I don’t think he’s ever behaved so well,” Killer chuckled through breathy groans, before looking at you, meeting your flushed face, “he deserves a reward, doesn’t he?” and Kid grunted at the words that rolled off his boyfriend’s tongue. You smiled, stroking the redhead's hair, feeling how his tongue worked slower against you, anticipating your next words.

“He does”

Kid’s cheeks flushed pink when Killer commanded him to lay on his back, a pillow prodded beneath his hips to elevate his pelvis. It was hard not to laugh seeing his fierce blush while being in such a position. Adding to the fun was neither of you knew what Killer was thinking; your curiosity was nearly killing you.

“Okay, now what? I just lay here like a starfish?” Kid tried to fake away his fluster, but the way he gulped when Killer positioned himself between his legs shut him up quickly. Killer’s burly form forced Kid to spread his legs, and you felt the stretch in your thighs at the familiar position. The two of them needed to have you doing the splits in order to take them, their giant, broad bodies a challenge for your much smaller form.

Killer grinned down at the redhead, “Yeah, that’s the plan,” before opening the bottle of lube in his hands, wettening his cock, while Kid’s chest heaved in expectation, “allow us to do all the work,” and Kid furrowed his non-existent brows at the words.

And you did the same, before seeing Killer motioning you to crawl closer with a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, “Since you’ve been so good today, she’s gonna ride you while I fuck you,” and his grin grew seeing Kid’s eyes widen at the suggestion, suddenly turning to look at you, mirroring his reaction. You grew warm at the thought of being in such a position, feeling your core heat up, pressing your thighs together. “Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Killer’s voice came out in almost a whisper, seeing how flustered the two of you got.

Not gaining a chance to answer, Killer eased his cock back into the hole he was fucking minutes earlier, feeling the tight walls hugging him eagerly, while Kid groaned helplessly. Killer’s big, calloused hand reached for Kid’s heavy cock, feeling him limp in his palm.

“She can’t ride you like this, can she?” Killer quirked down at Kid, seeing his lips close into a thin line without a response, making Killer chuckle before smirking, “so jerk off while I fuck you, will you?”. And with that he dropped the heavy cock before gripping beneath his boyfriend’s knees, slamming his hips flush against Kid’s ass before starting a rough rhythm, knocking the air out of the man beneath him, his eyes shut in pleasure. You saw Kid’s shaky hand reach for his cock before pumping himself furiously, desperate to feel your pussy around him.

You bent down to kiss him, his lips immediately accepting yours in a teethy, desperate kiss while groaning and grunting against you, laboured breaths mixing with yours.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, “You’re doing so good, baby, can’t wait to fuck myself with that big dick of yours,” your words came out in heavy breaths and pants, but by the way his mouth fell open in a gasp, you knew it wouldn’t take long before you were able to take a seat.

“That slutty mouth of yours works like magic,” Killer rasped out behind you, deep guttural groans leaving him as he fucked your captain, a small smirk plastered on his face as he watched his lovers give him the erotic view of such a needy, passionate kiss. His eyes fell to the hand jerking off the massive girth he knew well, and saw how hard your words and mouth had gotten the captain, precum leaking down his red angry tip. “Just look at him,” and Killer bit his purple-painted lip as he saw your lips part with a string of saliva as you looked at Kid’s cock with an amused smile. Killer stopped his movements, allowing you to climb the mountain of a man, before Killer pushed you forwards, your arms falling to Kid’s juicy pecs as supporting pillars, positioning Kid’s cock at your entrance.

“You guys ready?” Killer asked, and when he received nothing but pleas of neediness from the both of you, he told you to push your hips back, Kid’s girth rubbing against your your walls as the two of you moaned in sweet harmony, Killer’s cock twitching at the sound and view displayed in front of him. Fuck. How often he had fantasized about this position he had lost count of. His hands snaked around your waist, simultaneously pushing you down further onto Kid’s cock while he picked up his thrusts, hearing the sounds the two of you created for him. 

As you managed to understand Killer’s rhythm, you also saw how well Kid responded when you had him bottom out inside of you while Killer thrusted forward - how his eyes rolled to the back of his head with drool threatening to escape the corner of his mouth while moaning mixtures of his lovers’ names and the entire vocabulary he knew of curses. It really was a sight to behold. As his cock kissed your cervix with each push of your hips, you knew Killer reached the spot inside of him that had electricity paralyse him, nothing else could have him moaning like that, except for the cock of his boyfriend relentlessly hitting his sweetspot. And you knew it all too well, your first time with the blond left you limping for days.

You looked down at Kid, seeing his flushed face contorted in pleasure, no snarkish remark or complaint leaving his lips, like he usually would; but you guessed with being fucked and having your dick inside of a tight, warm pussy would leave most people unable to speak, too busy getting fucked stupid.

“Killer, if you could see him now,” you managed to moan out, your hips continuing to slam down on the redhead, while you felt Killer’s heavy build push against you, his head in your neck, his lustful eyes taking in the sight of your shared boyfriend through his golden bangs. 

“Oh he’s enjoying himself, isn’t he? That pussy of yours taking his dick so well,” Killer chuckled between groans, his lips planting kisses on your shoulder and up your neck, a show Kid missed because of his closed eyes.

“And his ass taking yours so-,” you added with a small smirk, before crying out as Kid suddenly thrust his hips up into yours, his eyes looking up at the two of you, seeing Killer’s teeth sink into your neck as he stared at Kid through his lashes. And that was enough to drag a guttural grunt out of him as you felt the muscles beneath your hand tense and your insides get warm before something oozed down along his length as you continued riding him, seeing he was in pure bliss beneath you.

“Feeling good, Kid? Yeah? Want me to stop?” you asked through pants, and he shook his head, still trying to hold onto his high.

Killer’s hand reached between your slick thighs before finding your clit, rubbing furiously over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck! Killer - ngh!” your moans came out breathlessly as you tried to thrust hard against the still hard cock inside of you, hearing Kid’s small whimpers as Killer’s grunts grew louder just beneath your ear, feeling his lips suck on the salty skin of your neck.

With the view and sound of your boyfriends added to the cock sliding against your slippery, ribbed walls and the calloused hand rubbing your clit, you felt your orgasm nearing, your core set aflame and too hot to handle.

“You gonna cum, baby? Hm? Gonna cum around Kid’s big cock?” you couldn’t do anything but nod rapidly at Killer’s words breathed into your neck, as you saw Kid with his head thrown backwards and biting his lip.

Killer’s thrusts grew more aggressive and uncontrolled and just as you felt his hand around your waist grip hard at your skin, your orgasm hit you like a bolt of lightning, your body spasming on top of the redhead as he heard you unravel and felt your cunt squeeze around his sensitive cock uncontrollably, his hands clutching the sheets. Killer was the last to come with a guttural growl, his seed creaming at the base of his cock, as Kid’s did the same beneath your pussy, your juices mixed with his.

The soft chest of the captain, who was wearing small claw marks on his pecs, became your resting place as you came down from your high, while Killer fell beside Kid, stroking his hair after giving the both of you a small kiss each.

“See what happens when you’re a good boy?” Killer asked Kid, who only responded with a small scoff and red cheeks, with you laughing on top of him.

I have never written a MMF threesome before, only MFM, so I hope this turned out alright... Anyways thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed!

[messers-moony]

One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?” 

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class. 

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes. 

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?” 

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.” 

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried. 

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor. 

“Professor?” 

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled. 

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much. 

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either. 

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought. 

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead. 

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son. 

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied. 

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him. 

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy. 

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words. 

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted. 

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged. 

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek. 

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact. 

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed. 

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks. 

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey. 

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door. 

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again. 

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed. 

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before. 

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone. 

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.” 

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.” 

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him. 

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.” 

“You- You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint. 

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed. 

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry. 

“Harry.” 

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot. 

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary. 

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident. 

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.” 

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name. 

Draco swallowed and shook his head. 

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it. 

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were. 

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently. 

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

[sisterspooky1013]

Red-Handed, Ch 25

Chapter Rating: T | Read it here on AO3 | Joint work with @xfmaweezy  “Thanks for coming with me, Mulder,” she says, her eyes cast out the rain-dappled window of the car. 

“Of course,” he replies, giving her hand a squeeze. “Attending funerals of distant relatives is a basic boyfriend duty,” he adds, and she turns to look at him, trying to decide if it was said in jest. 

“Boyfriend?” she repeats flatly, and he flashes his eyes between her and the road. 

“No? Do you prefer lover? Partner would be too confusing, considering work. Perhaps significant other? Or does fuck buddy feel more accurate to you?” he tosses out, and she blinks at him. 

“Fuck buddy?” she repeats, and he laughs. 

“Call me whatever you want, Scully. I’m happy to be here, is all I’m saying.”

“Well, speaking of boyfriends, or lovers, or fuck buddies,” she says, throwing him a significant look, “Bill and Tara don’t know that we’re anything more than coworkers, and I’d prefer to keep it that way for now, if you don’t mind.”

He raises his eyebrows, stealing a glance at her. 

“Am I your dirty little secret, Scully?” he asks, hiding hurt feelings behind humor, as usual. 

“No, Mulder,” she assures him, pulling their joined hands into her lap. “It’s just not a great time, with the funeral and everything. Aunt Olive was my father’s only sibling and she didn’t have any children, so in a way it’s like the last bit of Dad is officially gone, and—”

“Hey,” he interrupts, “it’s okay. I’m not exactly looking forward to the brawl that’s bound to ensue when Bill finds out I finally got in your pants.”

“Mulder!” she admonishes with a laugh. “Don’t be crass.”

“If you insist on calling me your fuck buddy, Scully, I’m bound to be crass. I can’t help it,” he says, smirking through the rain soaked windshield. 

–

“The service was lovely, Father McCue, thank you,” Scully says, shaking the elderly priest's hand as she shows him to the door.

“Olive was a lovely woman,” Father McCue replies, dropping Scully’s hand and extending his to Mulder. “She’ll be remembered fondly.”

They bid him farewell and trail back towards the kitchen, where Maggie is preparing a late lunch. Mulder drapes his arm across Scully’s shoulders, pulling her to his side. 

“How ya holding up, buddy?” he asks, and she shoots him a warning glance. 

“I’m okay,” she murmurs, then heaves a heavy sigh. 

“You seem okay,” he retorts, steering her into the first floor guest room and closing the door behind them. 

She drops down onto the edge of the mattress, resting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. Mulder sits down beside her, rubbing his hand over her back in wide circles. 

“Aunt Olive was always really supportive of my career choices,” she says, her voice muffled. “She’s the only person who was excited for me when I joined the FBI.”

He doesn’t say anything, knowing there is nothing to be said, and eventually she sits up and turns toward him, threading her arms around his waist. He scoops her up into his lap, and she rests her head on his shoulder. Her eyes are dry but her heart is heavy, and he brushes reassuring touches over her shoulders and legs, petting her hair comfortingly. Eventually, she lifts her head to look at him. She narrows her eyes appraisingly, and he lifts his eyebrows in question.  

“You’re a pretty good boyfriend, Mulder. Surprisingly,” she admits, her tone begrudging. 

“Surprisingly?” he repeats incredulously, but he’s smiling. 

“I’m quite pleasantly surprised, yes,” she says, a smile slowly blooming on her mouth. 

She touches his stubbled cheek, then kisses him sweetly, a series of tender pecks as they both smile like idiots. 

“I have some other surprises for you later,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. 

“Is that so?” she says, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. By the time she recognizes the snick of the door opening, it’s too late.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” Tara says, holding up her hand and looking away as she backs out of the room. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

The door closes again and Scully turns to look at Mulder, both of them gape-mouthed. 

“You think she’ll believe that that was a friendly kiss between completely platonic coworkers?” Mulder asks cheekily, and Scully groans. 

They exit the room, keeping a respectable distance between them as they join Maggie in the kitchen. 

“Oh, there you are,” Maggie says brightly, handing Mulder a tray of meats and cheeses. “Put those out on the dining room table would you, Fox? Dana, will you go let Bill and Tara know that lunch is ready, please?” 

Mulder heads for the dining room while Scully goes upstairs to find her brother. She and Tara aren’t close by any stretch of the imagination, but she thinks that her sister-in-law may have the good sense to know that telling Bill what she saw will only serve to ruin the rest of their trip, as well as make for a very awkward lunch. 

“What do you mean ‘close,’ Tara? What does that mean?” she hears Bill grumbling as she nears the partially-open door of his old bedroom. She stills, straining to hear over the thump of her heartbeat. 

“I mean they were sitting very close, Bill, I don’t know,” Tara explains with exasperation. “She was sitting on his lap.”

“On his lap?” Bill repeats angrily. “What were they doing?”

Scully hears Tara heave a sigh, and she knows the jig is up. 

“They were kissing, Bill,” she says in a small voice. 

“Like hell they were,” Bill spits, his voice increasing in volume. 

The door swings open and they are suddenly face to face, his being very red and hers being white as a sheet. 

“Dana,” he says derisively, looking her over as though in search of a scarlet letter. “Is it true? You and Mulder?”

Tara appears just over Bill’s shoulder and mouths “sorry” with an anguished expression, and Scully’s desire to avoid conflict with her brother is suddenly overridden by her urge to protect Mulder and their fledgling relationship. She stands up taller, shoulders back, chin held high. 

“Yes,” she says confidently, “Mulder and I are together. Happily so.”

Bill scoffs. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em Dana, don’t you? I can’t believe you’ve continued to work with that sorry son of a–”

“I don’t recommend finishing that sentence, Bill,” Scully interrupts, leveling him with an icy stare. “I’m very aware that you don’t like Mulder. And it’s long past due that I make you aware that I don’t care what you think.”

Bill takes one step closer, attempting to intimidate her with his height. She nearly laughs—she’s been sparring with a man nearly a foot taller than her for years. 

“That man will never be welcome in my home,” Bill growls. 

“That’s fine,” Scully says cooly. “But we’re not in your home. We’re in Mom’s home, and she loves Mulder, as do I. So I suggest you be cordial, otherwise you may be taking your lunch on the porch, alone.”

Bill’s jaw sets and his nostrils flare. Tara wraps her hand around his upper arm and squeezes, drawing his attention. 

“Let’s go have lunch, Bill,” she pleads, and he nods. 

Scully leads the way as they head back down the stairs, feeling triumphant and brassy. As the three of them round into the dining room where Mulder and Maggie are already seated at the table, Scully takes the chair beside Mulder and turns to him, beaming. 

“Hey,” he says, mildly confused by her demeanor, but not unpleasantly so. 

“Hi,” she says, then leans into him and presses her mouth to his. 

The kiss is brief, chaste, entirely befitting of a greeting in mixed company, but he stares at her with an open mouth for a beat, his eyes darting over to Bill and Tara, who are taking their seats with hostile and anxious expressions, respectively. 

Maggie, for her part, smiles fondly at her daughter, draping a napkin across her lap before she extends her hands to either side. 

“Let’s pray,” she says, and Scully reaches across the table to take Tara’s hand. 

“Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen,” the Scullys recite in unison while Mulder sits quietly. 

“I’m so glad you could be here with us today, Fox,” Maggie says. “I hope you know we consider you part of the family.”

Mulder blushes, dropping his head deferentially with a mumbled “Thanks, Mrs. Scully.”

Scully looks across the table at her brother with a haughty smirk, then bites into a pickle with an audible crunch. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

[minisugakoobies]

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter 5

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons - blades, use of restraints - chains and straitjacket, implied threat of death by mauling, fighting, mentions of blood, Yoongi confirmed cat owner, Hobi's fuse is getting shorter by the minute

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: And we're back in the ring again, for another round of fights! Things are really heating up. Time for our villains to decide if they're gonna put out the fire, or burn even brighter, as Hobi himself would say.

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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Chapter Five: Back in the Ring

Yoongi would really love to hear Jimin announce his name as the winner, but the way you’re moving in that straitjacket right now has him doubting today’s his lucky day.

You’re also questioning your luck as you attempt to free yourself from the tight black garment. One moment, you were seconds away from defeating Yoongi again, shooting his daggers out of the sky and aiming for him next, when suddenly you felt that familiar invisible wave pulsate through you, and you fainted.

You, Vitality, the most powerful creature on the fucking planet, swooned like some lady in a romance novel whose stays were tied too tight. You passed the fuck out in the middle of a fight, and woke up wearing a straitjacket, suspended by chains dangling from the ceiling in… well, you don’t know where the fuck you are. He must’ve dragged you back to one of the many safehouses he has scattered across the globe. And your fucking powers are on the fritz again, just like the last time you’d fought Yoongi and ended up strung up on the wall. 

You. Are. Pissed.

“Where the fuck are we, you ginger psycho?!” you shriek, swinging back and forth as you shift your shoulders, trying to loosen the jacket’s stranglehold. “And why the fuck do you even have a straitjacket??”

Yoongi merely cackles, stroking your nose with the tip of his dagger, trying to maintain his relaxed air. The plan is to dangle you over the cage where Moonlight, his beloved snow leopard, is waiting impatiently for her dinner. But the elaborate rope and pulley system Taehyung designed is… well, it’s stuck, the gears refusing to turn, so now Yoongi’s stalling for time while Taehyung searches for his oil. 

Yoongi makes a note to discuss proper lubrication techniques with his confidant once Moonlight’s been fed. 

The power disrupters seem to be working perfectly for once, thankfully. However, you’re bouncing so wildly that Yoongi’s starting to suspect he’s made a bad decision here with his choice of constraint. That damn jacket. Why not use his standard restraints? There are no points here for showmanship. 

Sometimes he just can’t help himself. He’s a natural born showman. 

An agitated growl brings his wandering thoughts back to heel. 

“Patience, darling,” Yoongi calls out to his pet. He taps his dagger against your cheek. “Any last requests?”

“Yeah, why don’t you kiss my ass, motherfucker?” you spit, feeling your left arm starting to slip. Shit, you really hate this part.

Yoongi sheaths his dagger as he roughly grips your face with one leather-gloved hand. “That can be arranged, if you’d like. I told you before, I am open to suggestions.”

“I suggest you go fuck yourself, you fucking cockwaffle!”

He barely blinks at your spite. “For a superhero, you have such a filthy mouth,” he murmurs, running a thumb over your bottom lip. “Want me to put it to good use one last time?”

“Whatever you’re about to say, just shove–“ 

“Always so vulgar,” Yoongi interrupts you smoothly, fingers still grasping your cheeks. He needs to divert your attention long enough for Taehyung to figure out the gears, or this is going to end very badly for him. Again. “It’s almost a shame that I have to get rid of you, pretty bird. We could have such fun together.”

Your shoulder loosens. Finally. 

“I highly fucking doubt that, you homicidal maniac.” But you recognize the glint in his eyes, and your swinging stops for a moment as you find yourself lost in it. 

“Come now. Your time is growing short. There’s no need to pretend with me. How long have we been fighting now? How many battles? I can read you so clearly, after all this time. I know you want to know.” He tilts his face, mouth close enough to yours that you can feel his warm breath on your lips. It’s enough to make you lose focus for a moment, chest hitching as soft fingertips ghost over your chin. 

The shift from cruel to gentle is whiplash-inducing. And strangely alluring. But you need to stay sharp. Concentrate. 

Distract him. 

“Know what?” you ask. Scarlet shimmers around him as he steps closer, hands cradling your head. “What could you possibly think you know about me?”

“I know that you’re frustrated.”

“Obviously!”

“I don’t mean with the current circumstances, pretty bird. I know you’re frustrated with the way your company just can’t seem to keep its hands on me.” The corner of his mouth curls in a self-satisfied smirk. “And you’re shouldering all that blame yourself, aren’t you? No matter how much you do for them, it’s just not enough, is it?”

You blink, trying not to show how rattled you are by his words. It’s like he can see directly into your mind. How the fuck does he do that? “You just think you know everything, don’t you?” 

Yoongi laughs, a low chuckle that tickles your cheek. He adjusts his grip, one hand on either side of your face, eyes darkening as they gaze into yours. 

“It’s true, pretty bird, that there is so much I know. So much that you’re not even aware of. But I will admit now, knowing you’ll take this secret to your grave, that there’s something I’ve always longed to know.”

Something he remembers, one very drunken evening, talking to someone else about. He also remembers the way the other man had glanced at him like he was mad. 

He always loathed that look. 

“What?” The question tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. This is your chance - don’t let yourself get distracted now!

Focus. 

“What it would be like,” he whispers into your mouth, “if we….” 

One second, you’re both waiting, and then you’re both moving, crossing the space between you. The invisible line. 

The kiss is surprisingly tender. Yoongi moves delicately against your mouth, but the way you softly sigh and part your lips for him turns him feral, and soon you’re both gasping for air.

Yoongi breaks away first, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog of arousal that suddenly clouds his mind. The last thing he wants is Hobi mocking him for thinking with his dick again. 

He’s given him more than enough to laugh at over the years.

“Holy shit,” you pant, staring at him. “Did you… did you feel…?”

Yoongi nods, still hazy. He did feel something. Like sparks. Shooting up his arm. They’re still going, actually.

Oh, shit. Those fucking wonky power disrupters.

ZAP! 

Yoongi’s blasted off his feet. White beams crackle from the fingertips of the hand you’ve managed to free thanks to your dislocated shoulder. With a grin, you zap him again, hard enough to stun, and shake yourself free of the jacket. Another few zaps at your chains and you’re back on your feet just as Taehyung rushes through the door with a can of oil. 

“Found it, hyung!” he yells triumphantly, stopping short at the sight of Yoongi lying on the ground while you tower over him. “Oh. Shit.” 

The can goes flying as Taehyung hits the ground. Yoongi peers up at you blearily, still reeling from your attack. A halo of bright energy flows around your body as you gaze down at him, giving you an ethereal glow. His dazed mind thinks you look like an angel of death. A valkyrie, come to claim him at last.

He sighs as darkness steals him away. 

“Thank you for joining me today, hyungs. Sorry we couldn’t do this in my office, but it’s out of commission at the moment.” Jimin’s smile drips with charm as his holographic image flickers on Hobi’s console. 

“Still can’t get the blood stains out, huh?” Yoongi drawls through the speakers. He’d opted out of using Hobi’s holo-tech for today’s meeting. Typical analog Yoongi. Hobi leans back, letting his legs rest on the table in front of him in his command center. 

Jimin’s smile tightens at Yoongi’s question. “The rug’s just fine, thanks for asking, hyung. Anyway, I thought it was time to check in on your challenge and see how things are going. We should - will you please stop fiddling with that?”

The image of the handsome man in the three-piece suit stabilizes as he glares at someone out of view. “Sorry, Jimin-ssi,” a contrite voice apologizes.

“Hey Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi greets the younger man.

“Hi Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook trills merrily from somewhere off-screen beside Jimin.

“Quit fucking with my tech, Jungkook-ah,” Hobi growls in lieu of pleasantries. 

“Sorry, Hobi-hyung!” 

Jimin pinches his nose. “If you’re done, Jungkook, I’d like to get back to my meeting now?” 

“Yeah, can we please get on with this?” Yoongi replies agitatedly. Hobi’s not sure what’s more irritating, Yoongi’s voice or the meeting itself. 

He drums his fingers on the console, itching to get this over with. Vitality’s been a thorn in his side since the day she debuted as the Bureau of Technology and Superheroes’s latest super do-gooder. He should be plotting his next move against her. Instead, he’s stuck in this meeting. His mind wanders to his last attempt to defeat her, when she’d literally flipped the balance and taken him down so swiftly. He can still feel the heat of her thighs squeezing him as she’d rolled them over.…

“Hobi-hyung?”

Several seconds pass before Hobi realizes that Jimin’s image is staring at him. “Fuck, sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you agree.”

“Right. With…?”

“Jesus, will you stop playing with your gadgets and pay attention? Can’t you keep your hands off your toys for five fucking seconds?” Yoongi’s annoyed voice hisses over the comms. 

“Fuck off,” Hobi replies evenly. “I’m not playing with anything, I just drifted off while Jimin was nattering on.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Jimin’s smile finally slips from his face as he scowls into the holo-cam. “Anyway, if you’ll just pull up the Powerpoint presentation I emailed to you, we can continue.” 

Hobi raises a finger and Jin automatically loads the presentation on the main monitor of the command center. An image of Hobi and Yoongi glaring at each other fills the screen, along with the title “Dark Hobi vs Evil Yoongi: Progress Report.” 

“Oh god. Comic Sans? Really, Jimin?” 

Jimin ignores Hobi, clearing his throat officiously. “If you scroll to the first slide, you’ll see…” 

Jimin’s blathering fades into the background as Hobi swipes his finger in the air. Jin follows his movements, scrolling through the slides quickly. There are images of his last battle along with Yoongi’s in here. Each slide also contains Jimin's pompous commentary. Hobi rolls his eyes, flipping through faster. His friend is really milking this competition. 

Whatever keeps him out of Hobi’s hair is fine with him. 

Then he reaches the final slide. 

“What the fuck, Jimin?” 

Jimin breaks off, glancing into the holo-cam. “Hyung, what is it? I was in the middle of discussing - “

“I don’t care. You’re declaring Yoongi the winner so far?”

“Well, look at that.” Hobi’s eye twitches at how pleased Yoongi sounds.

“Hyung! Are you scrolling ahead?” Jimin’s hologram pouts. “You’re supposed to be following along with us. Do you have any idea how long it took me to put this together??”

“Two weeks,” Jungkook pipes up helpfully.

“KOOK-AH!” 

Hobi rubs his face. “Jimin-ah! I don’t care! I just don’t understand how you can say Yoongi’s in the lead. The winner’s the one who kills Vitality. Either she’s alive or she’s dead, there’s no in-between. So how can he be ahead if she’s still breathing?” 

“Well, hyung, if you had bothered to pay attention, I would’ve answered that for you on slide number 34, where I introduce the point system that I’ve - “

“Point system!” Hobi’s changed his mind. Jimin’s doing too much. “Are you serious? This is absolutely ridiculous, Jimin.” He rises to his feet and starts to pace, knowing the holo-cam will track the motion. “Powerpoint presentations and check-ins and now point systems? What a waste of time! I should be attacking Vitality right now!” 

“Excuse me? A waste of time?? How dare - “ 

“Then go.” 

Yoongi’s calm voice cuts into Jimin’s sputtering. He sounds completely unbothered.

Hobi stops pacing, peering into the cam as if it would show him Yoongi. “What did you say?” 

“I said, then go. Go fight Vitality again. No one cares what you do.” 

Red flashes across Hobi’s vision. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he seethes through his teeth, grinding them together. “I was talking to Jimin.” 

“On a conference call. So I’m here too, dipshit.” Yoongi’s voice is a little tighter now. He’s trying to maintain control. It only makes Hobi want to rip into him more. 

“I know you are, asshole, but I was clearly only addressing Jimin, so I don’t need to hear your opinion on the matter! So just shut the fuck up!” 

“Hyungs, can we please - “

“No, you shut the fuck up! Stop complaining and leave already, if this whole meeting is beneath you!” 

“There’s no need for the two of you - “

“I never said it was beneath me!“ 

“You didn’t have to say it, it was implied in your tone! It’s always implied in your tone, you always act like you’re superior to everyone else!” Yoongi’s yelling now, practically roaring over the comms. 

“I do not - “

“Yes you do! Look at the way you’re talking to Jimin! Fuck, look at the way you used to talk to me!”

“Fuck you!” Hobi slams his hands on the table. There’s a replying bang on the other end, like Yoongi’s also taking his anger out on something around him. “I never treated you badly! Never!” 

Jimin silently gazes into the holo-cam, eyes wide as he listens to both men panting. Hobi leans against the wall behind the table, head down as he closes his eyes. Yoongi’s fucking inferiority complex drove him crazy when they were together and it angers him even more now. He never understood how amazing he is. 

Was. How amazing he was. Now, he’s just another thorn in Hobi’s side. 

He really needs to do some pruning.

Jimin clears his throat again. “If the two of you are done…”

“Yeah. We’re done.” Yoongi spits. 

“Finished,” Hobi agrees with a sneer. “As is this conversation. Jimin, don’t waste another two weeks on more of this Powerpoint bullshit.” Jimin lets out a tiny ‘hey’ as Hobi raises his hand. “And don’t send me any more meeting invites. We’ll talk again when I’ve won.” He makes a fist, and Jin cuts the connection. Jimin’s hologram disappears. 

There’s a beat, and then Jin says, “So, that went well.”

“Shut it, Jin.” Hobi slums back into his chair. “Pull up the schematics for file #218. Let’s finalize this. I want to mobilize as soon as possible.” 

“Yes, sir.” Hobi appreciates the lack of pet names as his newest project loads on the monitor. Taking a deep breath, he forces his pulse to slow, trying his damnedest to push that meeting out of his thoughts. But no matter what he does, Yoongi’s mocking tone just keeps echoing in his ear. It’s still there two days later when Hobi boards his jet, on his way to enact his latest plan.

“No one cares what you do.”

He’ll fucking show him. Hobi’ll make Yoongi care, when he wins. Then he’ll make him pay.

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