#I guess that makes me a narcissist *shrug*

[darriness]

You know, the older you get the more you shouldn’t care if people know it’s your birthday and yet…here I am lmao

[yikesmary]

FAKE DATING ROOMMATES — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: in which choi seungcheol becomes your roommate and fake boyfriend in one fell swoop. and you still don't know how it happened.

note: fake dating college au with one of my faves, scoups! with a mix of roommate au because apprently i love mixing tropes. i might make this a series if people want to? i don't know yet

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"What were you thinking?"

"I was panicking!" You said, trying to walk away from your best friends, but Chan, Seungkwan, and Vernon followed you anyways.

"So you said Choi Seungcheol was your boyfriend?! I didn't even know you guys knew each other," Chan said.

"We don't, the closest interaction we had was when he bumped into me and said sorry," you said, miserably.

You were not having the greatest of days. First off, you had gone to class without knowing there was a test, therefore you didn't have time to study. Then, you missed your bus to go to the coffee shop where your friends worked so you decided to walk instead of waiting for the next bus which was going to take an hour to come.

And the cherry on top, the tip of the iceberg, the one thing that could possibly make you break down and not in a fun way, was encountering your ex.

Admittedly, you have made some bad decisions in your life. But the worst one of them all was your ex. Your friends tried warning you about him, how he was toxic and narcissistic, but you didn't listen.

Until he decides to dump you and leave you in the dust after you guys had just bought an apartment together. Yeah, wasn't your greatest moment.

Anyways, when you saw him, you practically froze.

"You're dating Seungcheol?" Your ex questioned.

You suddenly felt exposed, crossing your arms, shrugging then said, "Is it that so unbelievable I'm dating him?"

"I mean, I've seen the people he's dated, and you're not exactly his type," he tried explaining, but nothing he said could've made things better.

"So you're saying I'm not pretty enough to be dating him?" You asked.

"I'm not saying that, I'm sorry you're interpreting it that way. I'm saying—" he tried saying, but he was cut off.

"I'm dating him and honestly, I don't really care whether or not you believe me," You angrily said with a glare.

"I hope you're prepared," Vernon said, patting you on the shoulder after you finished recounting what happened with your ex.

"What? Why?" You asked.

The three of them looked at you as if you were crazy, and you were wondering the same thing about yourself.

"Your ex is probably the biggest gossip on campus. He'll probably tell people about your supposed relationship with Seungcheol and then it'll spread. Then Seungcheol will hear about his relationship with a girl he's barely interacted with!" Seungkwan explained.

"Shhhh! People will hear about Seungcheol and I's a relationship being fake!" You said, putting your finger in front of your mouth in a 'Sh!' gesture.

"YOU AREN'T—" Chan tried saying, but Vernon cut him off by putting his hand on his mouth to shut him up.

"Why didn't you say one of us was your boyfriend?" Vernon questioned, and you fought the urge to laugh hysterically.

"Kwan, you and I are more like brother and sister. Vernon, there has never been a moment where I've seen you beyond a best friend. And Chan, I barely even tolerate you half the time!" You replied. (You were not serious about Chans' (for the most part)).

"I didn't want to date you anyways," Chan grumpily said, crossing his arms which made you roll his eyes at his dramatics.

"What if Seungcheol wants to talk to you about the relationship he never knew about?" Seungkwan questioned.

"I guess I'm going to have to do the right thing," you said.

"Which is?"

"Pretend I don't know what he's talking about," you confidentially replied.

"I really hope this backfires in her face," Chan commented.

You tried lunging across the table to attack him, but Seungkwan held you back and Chan hid from behind Vernon, who looked like he'd be anywhere but where he was right now.

It was one of the rare times you were alone. Seungkwan had a class, Dino was in a Dance Club meeting, and Vernon was at his house, sleeping. So, as a result, you decided to go out on your own and eat.

You were in the middle of shoving a forkful of noodles when Choi Seungcheol decided to take the empty seat in front of you. "So, when did we become boyfriend and girlfriend?" He casually asked.

Your first instinct was to try and explain yourself, but in the heat of the moment you forgot that you were in the middle of eating, so when you tried speaking, you started choking on your noodles.

Seungcheol's calm manner turned panicky when he saw you were choking and it was because of him. "I shouldn't have interrupted you in the middle of your meal! I'm so fucking sorry! Shit!" he said, grabbing a bunch of napkins and giving them to you.

You struggled for a bit, grabbing the offered napkins and eventually, you were able to get the noodles down. "How did you find out?" you finally asked.

"Well, Jeonghan told Seokmin, who told Hoshi, who told Joshua, who told Jun, who told Minghao, who told Woozi, who told Mingyu, who told Wonwoo, who told me," Seungcheol said.

"What?" you asked, not following any of that.

"Jeonghan heard—"

"You know what, I don't need to hear it again because I won't be able to understand anyways," you said.

"But I can explain!" you said, and he looked at you to go on.

"Oh, you actually want me to explain? Uh, well, okay. Well my ex, who broke up with me and left me to pay for an apartment I have no idea how to pay for, said I wasn't pretty enough to be dating you! And honestly, I got kind of insecure when he said that because I know I'm not always supermodel ready, but I'm pretty and my personality brings people in! Anyways—"

"You need a roommate?" Seungcheol cut you off.

"Really? I just told you one of my deepest insecurities and you care about whether or not I have an empty room in my apartment?" You deadpanned.

"I have an idea and it might be both of your problems," Seungcheol ignored you.

"Really? What possible problem you might have that I could solve?" you asked, suspicious.

"If I fake date you, let me become your roommate," Seungcheol proposed.

"I'm sorry, but I need to make sense of it in my brain," you said, and he nodded as if giving you the floor.

"I just made up a complete lie and told my ex we were dating, and you want to fake date and live with me?" You said.

"I need a place to live and you have an empty room,"

"What's wrong with where you live right now?"

"I don't think I could live with Seokmin and Soonyoung always coming home drunk and somehow they've kidnapped a cat even if there are no stray cats around. Then Wonwoo adopts the cat and suddenly we have seven cats in the house," Seungcheol said, and the distressed face he was making made you want to laugh.

"Really? Seven?"

"Maybe not seven but I swear they multiply and our kitchen is filled with food for the cats," he said.

"We're getting distracted. I need a room and you need a boyfriend. Why not hit two birds with one stone?"

"How would this even work?"

"Well, you've done most of the work and most of the campus already knows about our relationship. Moving in would only solidify our relationship," Seungcheol said.

"What about when we inevitably break up? Would we still be roommates or..?"

"I never thought about that,"

"Really? But you thought of the rest of the plan so thoroughly it's nearly foolproof!" You sarcastically said.

"Hey, you need me just as much as I need you!" He said, and you sighed, knowing that it was true.

"This'll work?"

"Well... I don't know about that, but it'll be something," Seungcheol said.

"Maybe I should've said Chan was my boyfriend,"

"Who's Chan and why is he already stealing my girlfriend?"

[piedinthepiper]

Liked ★

Yandere!Seokjin x fem!reader

Summary: You liked him, liked as in past tense. Liked as in you didn’t like him anymore. He didn’t believe it for a second, and he’ll do anything to make you like him again.

Warnings: Cursing, stalking, Jin is kinda narcissistic?, he’s also mean and delusional, possessiveness, jealousy, voyeurism, smut, drugging, implied kidnapping

Wc: 5.9k

A/n: based on this req! Love the idea, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

He met you through Jimin. You were one of Jimin’s best friends, it seemed like he had known you for a long time.

So who were he to ruin Jimin’s image of you, and tell him that you were just so annoying. You were pretty yes, but it was something about your laugh. Something about the way you talked. It just rubbed Jin the wrong way. There are some people you just don’t click with, he thought to himself. As he looked at you from across the table. Some people are just not meant to be friends, and that’s ok. The only problem is that Jimin brought you with him no matter what. It was always “can y/n come?”. He asked Jimin once why he brought you around all the time.

“She just broke up with her boyfriend. Cut her some slack man.”

He had answered. But it had been eight months. Which, in his opinion, was more than enough time to heal from a breakup. But you still showed up. Every. Single. Time.

“What are you going to order, Jin?”

You asked him, looking back at him from across the table. You were slightly blushing for some reason. Everyone’s eyes turned to him, waiting for his response. In all honesty, he had been too busy thinking about you, to even read the menu.

“I don’t know yet.”

He answered in a stern voice.

“I really like the lobster here, it’s really good.”

Jin almost rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Really? Well I guess I’ll order that!”

He said with an overly excited tone. Not being able to control the sarcasm in his voice. Thankfully the waiter came before you could answer him. Everyone started saying their order, before it was his turn.

“I’ll have the salmon.”

He said and looked briefly over at you. To see if you’d have a reaction. You looked puzzled down at the menu for a second.

“I’ll have the salmon as well.”

“Wait! Jin, wait for me!”

You yelled after him, trying to run in your high heels. He had finally been able to leave. And thankfully he was able to mostly converse with Namjoon during the dinner. He had almost made it into the taxi, but you caught him. He couldn’t just shut the door in your face. He’s not directly mean to you, at least he tries not to be directly mean to you. But god, you were so annoying! Why couldn’t you just take a hint and leave him alone?

“What?”

You were a little out of breath, and needed a moment to catch your breath before talking.

“I was just- I live on the way to your place. Maybe we could, you know, share a taxi?”

He mentally cursed himself for not shutting the door in your face. Cause now he had to actually be alone with you for at least 10 minutes.

“Oh come on, I’ll pay for myself don’t worry.”

You said when you saw him hesitating.

“Fine.”

He simply answered and jumped in the backseat. Not caring to find an excuse.

“So, did you have fun tonight?”

You asked him once the taxi started moving. He sighed. Now he had to small talk with you as well.

“Yeah it was alright.”

He shrugged. He could see in his peripheral view that you were looking at him.

“The salmon was so good! You were so right about that one.”

You tried again, once he didn’t take the conversation further.

“I didn’t say anything to you about it. You just copied me.”

You laughed, thinking that he was just joking.

“You’re so funny!”

You said in between laughs, and even went as far as leaning over him in a fit of laughter. He sat completely still. Not engaging with you what so ever. Once you realised, you sat back up.

“We should go out for dinner more together. I think it would-“

“Please y/n! Just shut the fuck up!”

He suddenly bursted out. He didn’t mean to. It just came out.

“You don’t have to talk all the time. You’re so annoying!”

He looked at you, your smile was no where to be seen. And for some reason he missed it already.

“I’m sorry.”

He quickly mumbled, hoping that your lips would turn at least a little bit upwards. But they didn’t. You looked away from him, turning your face completely towards the window. Your entire body was trying the get the furtherest away from him as possible, and it hurt him for some reason. He sighed. Your place was coming up, he would probably feel better once you left the car. Out of sight, out of mind.

“I talk so much because I like you, Jin.”

You said, barley above a whisper. He looked back at you. The taxi stopped, signalising for you to get out.

“I really liked you.”

You gave him a last devastating look before opening the door and stepping out. You shut the door in his face before he could answer. It didn’t matter, he was left speechless. And he did in fact not feel any better now that you left the car. He felt even worse.

“Liked” you said you “liked him”. As in past tense. As in you didn’t like him anymore. He was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, and when he can’t sleep he starts thinking. It had been a week since the incident in the taxi. The incident where you said you “liked” him. Whatever that meant.

He would give you an apology next weekend. Pull you aside before you sit down at the table. Explain that he was just tired, that he didn’t mean it. In the moment he meant it, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He was amazed by the fact that he actually felt sorry for you. He didn’t like you, so why was he so obsessed with getting you to like him? Maybe he liked you more than he thought? Nah. He told himself before rolling over and closing his eyes. Trying to think of something or anything else.

Friday came around eventually, and he was ready to meet the boys (and you) at a restaurant. He walked in, a little earlier than usual. He had to pull you aside before you sat down, just so it didn’t get awkward.

“You’re early today, what’s up bro?”

Jimin lit up once he saw Jin approaching the table. He sat down beside Jimin, briefly looking at the empty seat next to him.

“Where’s y/n?”

He asked once he realised it was only the two of them. You always arrived with Jimin. He always picked you up, even if it was a longer route. Jin felt weird just thinking about it. What if Jimin had feelings for you? Why would he go to such lengths if he didn’t? The feeling in his chest couldn’t be described as anything but jealousy.

“She’s not feeling well.”

He simply commented.

“Why?”

He asked with a smug face, slightly poking him in the side with his elbow. Jin rolled his eyes, leaning away from him.

“She’s always with you, it’s not weird that I’m asking.”

He scolded his younger friend. Jimin stopped, but giggled slightly at his defensiveness.

“Whatever you say man.”

Jimin said, before changing the topic. Jin wondered if you truly was sick, or if you just didn’t want to face him. You didn’t strike him as a cowardly person. You would probably show up if you could. So the only explanation to why you wouldn’t show up to hear his apology, must be that you were sick of course.

But two weeks after that, you didn’t show. Two months passed and still no sign of you. Jin wanted to ask Jimin, but he didn’t want Jimin to think he actually cared. But he did care. He wanted to apologise for being a dick, that’s all. His conscience needed to be cleared for him to move on. At least that’s what he told himself. The first weekend after the two month mark, (not that he kept track of the time or anything), the boys went to watch a football game. It was weird that you didn’t show, considering that you loved football. You wouldn’t miss out. So Jin decided to ask again.

“Is y/n still sick? Did she fucking break her leg or something?”

He asked Jimin once they had found their places.

“I don’t know man. I asked her if she wanted to come, she said she was going with someone else.”

He said and shrugged. Someone else? Why was he hurt that you would rather go with someone else?

“Ok, I’ll go get a beer. Anyone want one?”

Namjoon was the only one who raised a hand, small excuses of work in the morning was heard from the others. He squeezed out of the row of seats. He needed to clear his head, he had to stop this obsession he had with you. After the game he would call you, and if you didn’t pick up he would go to your house. Enough was enough, he had to see you.

“Jin?”

Your voice made him turn around. There you were, two beers in hand and the familiar blue shirt of your favourite team. Your hair was in a ponytail, so he could clearly see your entire face. And you were smiling. Smiling at him like what happened two months and a week ago was ancient history.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

He mentally face palmed himself for asking something so obvious. You looked down at your shirt and back up at him.

“The same reason you are, I suppose.”

He laughed awkwardly, before you both went quiet.

“Look, y/n. I just wanted to ap-“

“Hey, babe. I’ll hold these for you.”

A man’s voice interrupted him. He looked at the man who approached you take your beers. You looked at him as well before looking back to Jin.

“I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend Hoseok.”

Jin was left speechless at your choose of words to describe the man. You had a boyfriend now?! The feeling of jealousy started to spread through his chest again.

“This is Jin, Jimin’s friend.”

You told this Hoseok, when he didn’t answer. Jimin’s friend? That was it? He was offended by the fact that you didn’t view him as more. You had a crush on him for gods sake!

“I’d shake your hand man, but you know.”

He raised the beers in his hand awkwardly. Jin still kept quiet. Not wanting to utter a simple word to the man you dared calling your boyfriend.

“I’ll catch up with you, just go back to the seats, ok?”

You told your boyfriend, and he happily complied walking away from the uncomfortable situation.

“Why are you acting so strange?”

He shook his head.

“I don’t know. I just- I thought you had a crush on me. But now you have a boyfriend, so.”

You smiled at him.

“I liked you, yeah. But after you rejected me in that taxi, I moved on. It’s not that deep, some people just don’t click.”

His stomach turned into knots, he hated the way you sounded like him. He hated the way you spoke about him. That it wasn’t that deep? Well, it was really deep to him. Extremely deep actually.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I really am. I should’ve never said those things to you.”

He managed to apologise, regardless of the burning anger he felt inside. How dared you reject him? He rejected you first.

“Jin, it’s ok. Seriously. It’s all in the past.”

You patted his shoulder before taking a step away from him.

“Tell the boys I said hi.”

You said before walking away. This was not how this was going to end. He had spent two months and a week thinking about exactly how you would respond, and what would happen after. You were not supposed to be so nonchalant and run away to your new boyfriend. You were supposed to accept his apology and run into his arms. Maybe even give him a kiss and a blowjob for his effort to be so empathetic. He was going to make things right.

He couldn’t sleep again. How could he after you basically dumped him? So he started thinking. Why would you do such a thing? Why would you hurt him? He knows that he hurt you, but he apologised. So you should stop whatever prank you got going on and come back to the group. Come back to him. He really didn’t know why he felt this need for you. Before all this he literally couldn’t stand you. But now it’s like he yearned for you. And it was baffling to him that you didn’t feel the same.

Maybe you were just using that Hoseok guy to make him jealous. Yeah, that’s it. This was your payback. He laughed at the thought and sat up in his bed. Turning on the lamp on his nightstand. Might as well pay you a visit.

He payed the taxi driver before closing the door carefully. It was the middle of the night, not a soul to see in your neighbourhood. He looked up at your apartment building, he knew you lived on the seconds floor. The light in your living room was on. He quickly looked down at his phone. 02:38 am. You should’ve been asleep already.

He walked over to the other side of the road to get a better view of your living room. Trying to get a glimpse of you in your natural habitat. And to his surprise you were there. Completely naked. He felt a familiar feeling in his groin once he saw what was going on behind those walls. You were on the sofa on top of your new boyfriends dick. Your back was turned towards the window, giving Jin a perfect view of your ass bouncing up and down. Jin ripped his eyes away from you to check if anyone else was seeing this. But no lights were on, and no bystanders. What a freak you were, having sex right in front of a window where anyone could see.

Or maybe you were doing it for him? The curtains were slightly open, just enough open for him to see you. Maybe you didn’t shut them completely, for him? Maybe you hoped he would show up after the two of you met the same day? It was working for him. Mesmerised by the way your body moved in pleasure, he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. He couldn’t help himself. You looked so good, and you were so perfectly placed that he could see the dick going in and out of you. His only wish was hearing you. He wanted to hear you moan so bad. Suddenly you slowed down. Jin’s hand moved faster, trying to reach release before the show was over. Just one last bounce before you sank down beside him. Now facing the window. He continued, now seeing your heaving naked chest sprawled out on the sofa. He was close, very close. And once he saw you get up and walk towards the window completely naked, body glistening, tits slightly bouncing, he couldn’t help but feel a euphoric release.

Reality hit him immediately after. In the time it took for him to ride out his orgasm, you had made it to the window. Now staring directly at him. He quickly pulled his hand out of his trousers, turning around to face the wall immediately. The sticky wet spot that made the fabric of his pyjamas stick to his skin, was a shameful reminder. He didn’t know if you had seen him. He didn’t know if you were calling the police, or still looking at him. But he stood completely still, awaiting his destiny. After a few minutes he pulled his phone up from his pocket, calling for a taxi back to his place.

It wasn’t until he heard the taxi pull up he dared turning around. His eyes flickered up to the window. No sight of you, no sight of nothing. The curtains were shut completely this time.

It was Saturday, Jimin had invited the boys to his house for a few drinks and some food. Jin hadn’t gotten drunk in some time and quite frankly needed it to forget whatever madness happened the weekend before. So he gladly accept once Jimin proposed the idea in the group chat. Something he would regret.

“Can you get the door? I can’t let this burn man.”

Jimin asked and pointed to whatever he was making on the stove. Jin, being the first to show up that night was more than happy to welcome one of his mates, and walked over to the door.

“Jin! It’s so nice to see you again.”

You said and gave him a small hug as you stepped into Jimin’s apartment. He was left speechless. By you, but also by the man that followed you inside. You brought your boyfriend?

“Hey man!”

Hoseok said and stretched out his hand for him to shake. Jin just stood there looking at his hand. He couldn’t move. Too terrified that this was your way of revenge. You were going to expose him as the creep that jerked off outside your house to all his friends. And on top of that you brought your boyfriend to rub it even more in his face.

“You know what, I’m a hugger anyways.”

Hoseok laughed and pulled him in to a tight hug once he didn’t shake his hand. Once he pulled away from the hug, Jin smiled at him. He couldn’t risk getting on the bad side of Hoseok either. Maybe you told him?

“Sorry, Hoseok right?”

He asked and took his hand in his. Your boyfriend chuckled and nodded. What a ray of fucking sunshine of a boyfriend you got. Not completely different to himself, he thought.

“Oh please, just call me Hobi!”

He smiled before walking past Jin and following you inside. Jin continued to stand by the door for a second as he heard both you and your boyfriend greet Jimin in the kitchen. He had to talk to you. He had to pull you aside before you got the chance to reveal his big dirty secret. The boys would think he was disgusting, a creep, a weirdo. What the hell was he doing here? He had to run away. Run far far away and never come back.

“Are you ok?”

He got ripped out of his thoughts and realised the tall figure standing in front of him.

“Ah, Namjoon. You scared me.”

He tried to play off. As if he wasn’t standing in front of the open entrance door just staring out into the hallway.

“I’m ok yeah, but what about you? What have you been up to?”

He said and threw his arm around Namjoon’s shoulders, leading him into the apartment.

“Woah, ok. It’s only been a week since we last saw each other.”

An hour had passed. You still hadn’t said anything. Not even mentioned that night. He had taken a few shots out of agony and suspense. He couldn’t get drunk. No, not while you were a ticking bomb ready to ruin his image forever. He had to stay sober so he could defend himself whenever the situation arose. Or if he was lucky enough to get you alone so he could convince you, hell maybe even beg for you not to say anything. He would do anything for you. For you not to say anything, of course.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You announced, slightly intoxicated. You were so cute, your face a little red and your words a little slow.

“I have to go to the bathroom too!”

Jin quickly said, getting up quickly. The room got quiet. He realised he had said that a little loud and with a little too much excitement.

“Ok.”

You shrugged, walking away from the table. Everyone started talking again, meaning he was in the clear. He stumbled after you.

“After you, princess.”

You said as you proudly held the bathroom door open for him. He would’ve smiled at your joke if this wasn’t a serious situation.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go first.”

You mumbled and started unbuttoning your trousers. He nodded. He didn’t even have to pee.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

“I’m not drunk enough to pee while you’re watching me.”

He panicked at your words and didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Oh- uh. Do you want me to leave?”

You laughed.

“No silly. Just turn around.”

He did as instructed.

“I’m sorry, ok? I should’ve never done that! Please, just don’t tell the others y/n. I won’t recover from it.”

He started pleading, still facing the door. You went quiet for a few seconds. He gulped, anxious of what you would answer.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You said and flushed the toilet. He turned around knowing you were finished. You were struggling with the button of your jeans, but looking at him with a confused look.

“Are you playing with me? Please if you are, don’t, I can’t handle that right now.”

You started washing your hands.

“No, Jin. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is this about that time in the taxi again? Cause I told you it’s ok.”

“No. I mean- uh. Yes?”

He didn’t know what to say. Did you really mean it? Had you not seen him that night? A wave of relief washed over him. If you were telling the truth he was the luckiest man alive.

“What?”

“It’s about last weekend.”

He tested, seeing if you would remember.

“And?”

You asked puzzled. He let out a breath of relief. You were completely clueless.

“I didn’t mean to be so awkward with your- ehhh, Hobi.”

He managed to get out, not wanting to call him your boyfriend out loud. Now that he wasn’t caught and labelled a total pervert, he still had a chance to win you back.

“My Hobi, huh? You’re cute Jin.”

You said as you unlocked the door.

“You’re forgiven by the way.”

You closed the door behind you, and he quickly locked it. He had never felt more relieved in his entire life. Maybe you weren’t looking at him, maybe you were just looking around to see if anyone saw? And maybe he was fortunate enough to be well enough hidden that night to not get caught. Well, he knew he would be more careful the next time. He shook his head, baffled by his own words. The next time? He thought as he flushed the toilet. He didn’t understand what he felt towards you, but he wanted there to be a next time. He wanted the next time to be him underneath you, not your stupid boyfriend. He unlocked the door and started walking down the hallway. He didn’t want to admit it to himself before, but maybe he actually liked you. Like, liked liked you. He sat back down at the table. Taking another shot now that he could actually get drunk.

“Ooo, where are you going?”

Jimin asked you. Jin hadn’t heard the first part of the conversation, but pretended he had been here the entire time.

“This very fancy spa hotel. He said it was an early birthday present.”

You said and looked lovingly at your boyfriend.

“Wow, you’re lucky! You must really love her, Hobi!”

“You’re leaving?”

Jin asked you, ignoring Jimin’s hilarious comment, and quite honestly he didn’t want to hear Hobi’s answer to that. You nodded.

“Yeah, next Friday.”

He took another shot, drowning the jealousy that was starting to bubble inside him.

“I just don’t know what to do with the cats. I’ve asked a bunch of people, but everyone’s busy.”

“I’ll watch them!”

Jin blurted out, almost too excited.

“Are you sure? I’ll pay you if you want to-“

“No, no need to pay me. Don’t have anything happening next weekend anyways.”

“Weren’t you going out of town to see your parents next weekend?”

Namjoon asked with confused brows. Jin mentally cursed him for almost ruining his plan.

“No, that’s the weekend after. I’m completely free next weekend, ready to watch some cats.”

You smiled at him, he had missed that smile so much. To ever think that he didn’t like your smile was insane. What was even more insane was the fact that he blindly said yes to watch your cats, just to be in your house. But he’ll happily feed those little fuckers if it meant that he had full access to your home.

“Again, thank you so much. You’re a life saver!”

You yelled out the window of your car as you and your boyfriend drove away. He waved goodbye as he watched the car slowly disappear in the horizon. Once you were gone he hurried into your apartment, ready to snoop around. He only did it to get to know you more of course. He wanted to know every single little thing about you that only your home could reveal. He sat down on the sofa on the exact spot where he saw you have sex. He felt the soft fabric between his fingers, thinking of that night. He slowly laid down face first, wanting to be close to the spot where you sat completely naked. He rubbed his cheek on it, slightly smelling hints of your perfume. He could stay like that forever. Just frolicking in your scent.

But one of your cats jumped up beside his face, ruining the moment. He got up, annoyed at the grey fluffy animal. He silently pushed the cat off, but when it once again jumped up beside him he decided to look around somewhere else.

He found the bathroom, opening up the cupboard next to the mirror. Some makeup, some skin care, tweezers, tampons. Nothing exciting. He opened the door to your shower, nothing but numerous soaps. He looked over at the bin for a second and wondered if he was willing to go that low. Once he saw your dirty laundry he decided against it. He opened the lid and started digging, a mixture of your perfume and your natural scent hit him. He had never been happier. He suddenly stopped and pulled out a singular thong. It was baby pink with lace. He imagined how good you would look in it. He stuffed it in his hoodie, deciding to venture off to your bedroom.

He immediately opened the nightstand, hoping for something good. And you delivered. Toys of all kinds in different flashy colours. He smiled as he picked up the hot pink dildo. He wondered if you ever thought of him while using it. The thought alone making his pants feel tighter. He walked back to the sofa, he knew what he wanted to do now.

Jin was watching tv in your house once he heard the door open. He knew you would be arriving that day, so he managed to be on his best behaviour and not jerk off in every room of your apartment that day. Small things to make you happy. He quickly got up to welcome you.

“You got home quite late, I was starting to worry.”

No he wasn’t, he knew exactly at what time you would be home. He found a copy of your reservation at the hotel and calculated the time it took for you to get here. But he wanted you to know that he cared.

“No need, I’m home.”

You gave him a forced smile. Something was wrong. A feeling of excitement rushed through him. You came home alone, did this mean that-? Did you really break up with Hobi? He held back a smile.

“Here let me help you.”

He said and reached for your suitcase. Your grip tightened.

“No it’s fine.”

You simply said and rolled it into your apartment. He headed you sigh. He wanted to wait a little longer to see if you would break. Hoping that you would tell him the good news and not let the suspense kill him.

“Can we talk?”

You asked and looked back at him, removing your coat. He nodded understandingly as he took your coat before you could protest and hung it up. You walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Putting your head in your hands.

“Do you want something to drink? I can make you-“

“No, Jin. Please just sit down.”

You were visibly upset, so he followed up on your request. Sitting down opposite of you. You took a few seconds before you started talking.

“Do you care to explain why you did what you did while I was gone?”

You asked and looked up at him. He froze. This was not the good news he was expecting. This wasn’t happening. How could you know?

“What are you talking about?”

He said and tried to laugh it off. You shook your head.

“So you’re telling me you have no idea what I’m talking about?”

You asked strictly. He gulped.

“No, y/n. I’ve just been watching your cats. Did I do something wrong?”

You let out another sigh before you pulled up your phone. You touched the screen a few times before your turned it around, showing him exactly what you were talking about. He watched in horror as he saw himself in your bed with his hand around his dick. The other hand was holding your underwear under his nose.

“There are many more of these videos.”

You said as you retracted your phone.

“I don’t need to see them.”

He quickly answered as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Fine, but I want to know why, Jin.”

His mind was racing. How the fuck was he supposed to dig himself out of this one? You had physical proof now. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

“I didn’t know I was being filmed.”

He muttered as a poor excuse.

“Me neither. I set those cameras up when I didn’t think I would find someone to watch the cats. Unfortunately for you I forgot to take them down.”

He went silent again, slipping his hands into his deep pockets. Feeling around, trying to come up with a solution.

“Please tell me you have a logical explanation for all this. Why did you masturbate every single day with my stuff while I was gone?”

You seemed more upset that you couldn’t make any sense out of it, compared to what he actually did. Maybe if he just confessed you would forgive him.

“I like you, y/n. No, I actually think I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He blurted out. You were taken aback at his sudden honesty.

“I don’t understand why, I used to hate you. I never liked you. But ever since the incident in the taxi I haven’t been able to take my mind off you.”

He reached for your hand over the table, but you quickly pulled away.

“I love you, y/n!”

“So why didn’t you tell me? Why did you do this instead? You realise how fucking crazy you sound right now, right?”

You snapped back at him. Coughing slightly afterwards at your sudden outburst.

“Let me make you a cup of tea, it’ll help with that cough.”

He said calmly. You shook your head.

“I don’t want tea, I want you to leave my house right now!”

“Please, can we just talk about this like adults? I don’t want to fight with you.”

You stopped, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Let me put the kettle on, and I’ll tell you everything. Just please, I care about you.”

You touched your throat as you slowly nodded. He quickly got up and started the kettle.

“I did it because I didn’t want to ruin your relationship. I saw how happy you were with Hobi. I thought this was my only way to be close to you.”

He tried his best to get you to feel sorry for him. He knew you would be much better off with him than that excuse of a boyfriend you had. He just wanted to pull on your heartstrings. Even if it was completely a lie.

“I just- sorry. I’m sorry. But I’m crazy about you, y/n. I’ve never felt like this before. I didn’t know what to do.”

You looked down at the table as he prepared your tea.

“Do you want sugar and milk?”

He asked carefully.

“Just sugar.”

You answered after a few beats of silence. You were clearly fighting some sort of mental battle. But it was alright, he was going to make that decision for you.

“I really care about you. I’ve been nothing but a dick to you, I know. But I want to make it up to you.”

He placed the tea on the table before you. You stirred it a couple of times as you waited for the tea to get ready.

“It’s just really uncomfortable, Jin. Yes I used to have a crush on you but that doesn’t give you the right to do such things.”

You scolded him as you brought the cup to your mouth slightly blowing at the hot beverage.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

He said and bowed his head in fake defeat. This wasn’t his loss. Sooner than later you would be his.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you. I need time to think about all this. It’s all too much for me right now.”

You took a sip, feeling the sweet warm drink soothe your sore throat. You immediately took another big sip to get the feeling back.

“I get it. I’ll give you all the time you need when we get to your new home.”

He said bluntly. You crossed your eyebrows at his comment.

“My new home?”

He nodded.

“You’ll love it there. Just you and me. We can spend as much time as you’d want to heal all the shitty things I’ve done to you.”

You shook your head.

“What? What are you talking about?”

You felt your sight getting blurry, your body suddenly felt really heavy.

“What- what have you done to me?”

You slurred as you fell back in your chair. Tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself loosing control of your body.

“It’s ok, baby.”

Jin got up from his chair and walked over to you. In your last efforts you slung yourself off the chair and onto the floor, trying to crawl away from him.

“I’m sorry, but I had to do this. I’m sure you’ll forgive me once you realise what an amazing life we’ll have together.”

He bowed down and grabbed you. Making you look at him. Finally you would be his and his only.

“Fuck you.”

You managed to say before the drugs made you close your eyes and fall limp in his arms. You looked beautiful, he thought. Like sleeping beauty just waiting for him to save you. It would probably take some time for you to forgive him, but like he said, he would give you all the time you needed. And eventually you would realise that you were made for each other. He would make sure of that.

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enemies with benefits || 2. - wounded.

warnings: tw shirtless hobie, slight flirting tbh, cursing, arguing, slight angst to fluff, hobie gets injured, horrible british (i'm very sorry🙏 ) read part one here - series masterlist here part three - can't be love

After a few months of being partnered up with Hobie, you found yourself growing to like him. Well, slightly. There was no denying that he was a dick. Miguel paired you up together multiple times, and soon enough your hangouts with pav, miles and gwen, now included hobie. Normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing, right? Except for the fact that he was insufferable. He was smooth and pitiful. He knew he could get away with anything, and that’s exactly what he did. “Did you just take that from miguel?” You asked him, looking right at his shit-eating grin. He had pocketed a few ‘spare’ parts from around the spider-society. What he was planning to do with them was beyond your concerns. He shrugged at you, his hands planted in his vest’s pocket. “Yeah I did. It’s easy to nick from that lad. He either doesn’t care or he’s too daft t’notice.” he said, pulling the mechanical piece from his pocket and showing it off. He was so difficult. “So, what? You’re an asshole and a thief? Pick a struggle.” you insulted him, annoyed. “Aye i’m no thief! I’m tellin’ ya, them big corporations are plannin’ somethin’. Prob’ly gonna use it for new brainwashin’ tech anyways. Pigs.” “So, your theft is justified by the fact that the government are brainwashers?” he shook his head at you. “Big businesses don’t need th’money. They get more people to buy their stuff, and make it more expensive. It’s a scam, innit?” he concluded. You stopped walking and he turned back to look at you. “I don’t think Miguel is a big business. You just robbed an old man.” you said, and the both of you shared a quick laugh. He was kind of cute when he laughed. I guess. That happened a few weeks ago. It was the last peaceful moment between you two. Soon after you had a huge argument, that almost got physical.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, interrupting his speech. “Wha’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Y’show up one day n’suddenly you’re better than everyone else! It’s a load of bollocks!” your eyebrow furrowed as the both of you got angrier. “Oh you think i’m bad? Says the dickhead that practically feeds off of the attention of others.. I’ll tell you what you are, you're a greedy, narcissistic, self-absorbed cunt that is so far up his own ass he doesn’t even realise there are other people around him! You never listen to what anyone has to say as long as it doesn’t inconvenience you in the slightest, because god forbid you actually help out for once in your life. Typical fucking punk. Maybe one day you’ll rebel against your own jacket for being too small.” you enunciated each word with venom laced in your words. Your fists were clenched so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Hobie looked at you with the intention to kill. His piercing gaze burned right through your eyes. You never saw him that mad. Ever. “That’s fuckin’ it.” he cursed, before standing up. You stood up right after him and rolled up your sleeves, about to fight. Luckily, Pav jumped in between you two before a fight broke out. “Guys, guys, guys! There are better ways to settle things than with violence! Come on, sit down. Let’s just talk it out. Share your feelings with each other.” he said, his hands still barely keeping you apart from each other. You scoffed. “If he keeps talking shit I’ll be sharing a punch in the face with him.” “Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try, love.” The pet name was spoken, but not in a romantic or cute way. It was teasing, and insulting. You rolled your eyes at him, before turning around. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit.” you muttered before storming out of the room. Now, almost three weeks after that had happened, you hadn’t seen him since. You hadn’t seen much of anyone since. Miles and Pav tried to talk to you about what happened but you just shrugged them away. You couldn’t be bothered to deal with what had happened anyways. You were still so furious at him. You never wanted to see him again after that fight, and you were sure he didn’t either.  But, of course you’d be wrong. As he approached the window of your apartment, he was grateful that you had left it open. He clung to the wall next to it, peeking inside to see if you were there. The light was on in your bedroom, but you were nowhere to be seen. Or at least he thought it was your bedroom. This was his first time at your apartment. You both never hung out besides when you were paired up by miguel or when you were with miles, pav and Gwen. He'd never so much as been in your dimension at all. You were in the living room, eyes glued to the tv screen as you had been watching whatever had been on for the past few hours to pass time. It was then that you heard him climb inside through the window. Or rather, you heard the sound of him landing face-first on the ground. You sprung up, sneaking to your bedroom in order to investigate the sound. To your dismay, there he was. Standing right in the door frame; his hands inside of his vest pockets, posed strangely, as if he were hiding something. Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Hobie? What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get here?” you asked, looking at him with shock. His face remained blank and he looked at the ground. “Miles told me.” was all he said. He refused to look at you. As much as it pained you to say it, you really missed the sound of his voice. - Despite claiming to hate him. But whatever! “Why are you here?” you asked, this time your voice wobbled – not that you were sad. Well, you were sad. - and angry. And frustrated. God, you were just confused. Your voice wobbled with concern. You could only think of a few reasons as to why he’d decided to pay you a visit, and none of them were good. “Well, I uh.. Missed you?” “Bullshit,” you crossed your arms. You saw right through his lies. “Why are you actually here?” you asked, and he hesitated before speaking up again. 

“I… I need y’help.” He then  stood up straight, and pulled his vest off; now revealing a concerning wound that spread across his chest. He got hurt, badly. You looked at him and barely kept your jaw intact. You had so many questions, but you were sure none of them would be answered. “You… What…? Hobie what the fuck happened? Why- Why did you come to me for help?” your words were uttered with pure panic. He shrugged. He just looked at you and fucking shrugged. “Hobie, talk to me you dickhead!” you demanded, and for the first time in weeks, he looked into your eyes. But this wasn’t his usual hatred and spiteful look, He looked genuinely hurt. “Jus’ got hurt fightin’. No need to worry ‘bout me, princess.” you gave him a look that said both “are you serious right now?” and “are you okay?” He’d be lying if he said It didn’t make him laugh. You took a sharp breath, “Okay. Here’s what’s gonna happen.” you began. He tilted his head, curiously. “I’m gonna grab the first-aid kit in the bathroom, and I'm gonna patch you up.” without uttering a word, he nodded, and with that you led him to the bathroom. “Knew you loved me.” he muttered, and your head snapped back to look at him. “What?” he smirked. “You talk all this big talk ‘bout ‘ow much y’hate me, but ‘ere you are.” you laughed at his words, turning back around and grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet under the sink.

“I don’t love you. It’s just that if you bleed out on me, I won't have anyone to make fun of.” you said as you walked back up to him. But, he didn’t seem convinced, mumbling a quiet “sure..” “Shut up or I won’t help you.” much to your surprise, he actually did end up shutting up. You carefully examined his wound. And definitely not his abs. Nope. The side of his chest, and a little bit of the front was all-but ripped up. His skin was littered in almost cat-like scratches. But these marks weren’t from a cat. You grazed your thumb over a particularly nasty scratch, and he winced in pain. It hurt you to see him like this. He was suffering badly. Mumbling a quick apology, you opened up the first aid kit and began cleaning him up. He didn’t say anything the entire time. Which must’ve been a record for him. You wiped the dampened cloth around his chest, carefully and gently cleaning the blood. Once the wound was clean, you stitched and bandaged him up. You didn’t notice your face gradually getting closer to him, as you focused on the bandaging. It wasn’t until you felt his eyes boring into you that you looked up; your faces now a smile distance apart from one another. Embarrassed, you backed up slightly. “I’m almost done.” you mumbled, finishing up the bandages. “There, all done.” you looked up at him and smiled. A warm and genuine smile, he smiled back. There was such sweet bliss in that moment, for a split second you forgot that you were still mad at him. “Thanks, love.” The pet name was a common insult that he spoke like a prayer, never once failing to piss you off. But this time it wasn’t teasing. There was something about it that just felt real. genuine. He tried to stand up, but you grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the closed toilet seat. “Nuh uh. You’re not going anywhere yet. You need to answer my question.” his eyebrow furrowed with confusion. “Question? Wha' question?”

“Why are you here? Why did you choose to come to me for help, instead of like – anyone else?” “Dunno.” he shrugged, smiling at you. You couldn’t believe him. “What do you mean you don’t know? You could’ve gone to anyone. Why did you choose me? We literally almost killed each other last time we saw each other.” “I don’t believe in consistency.” He stood up, and put his shirt back on. “What-” he cut you off before you could furthermore question him. “Goin’ to someone else woulda been the smart thing to do. It’s what they woulda expected.” “They? Who’s they?” you asked, and his smile got bigger. “Doesn’t matter. I also just wanted to see you I guess.” he mumbled that last part, silently hoping you didn’t hear what he said, but at the same time wishing you did. In truth, he missed you. He missed the pointless conversations you had shared when the room fell silent. – Almost always ending in a dumb battle over who had the best insults. He missed the joy and relief he felt when Miguel assigned you to a mission together. He just missed you. Although it had only been a few weeks since you’d last seen each other, let alone only knowing each other for a few months, he quickly found himself enjoying your presence much more than he did others. He’d choose to be around you in a heartbeat. But, It’s not like he liked you. Of course he didn’t! He just felt happier when he was around you. While, yes, his heart would beat a bit faster when he was around you, and his cheeks and ears grew hotter when your arm accidentally grazed against his– that didn’t mean he liked you! Of course not! If anything, he hated you! He hated your stupid face, your dumb smile, your annoying mannerisms that he definitely didn’t have memorised, and he especially hated the way your nose scrunched up when you got embarrassed or flustered.  

“You missed me?” Suddenly, your confusion was forgotten. Now replaced by a grin. He quickly sprung up and grabbed his sleeveless jacket “Well, would’ya look at the time! I gotta get back to um, – yeah! Thank you for the help, my love.” He pulled his spider-mask over his head and opened the window. “Bye hobie.” he nodded at you, before climbing out and going god-knows-where. “My love.” the sentence repeated in your head an embarrassing amount of times that night. That was the first time he had ever called you that. And one thing’s for sure, it wouldn’t be the last time. Your relationship definitely changed after that. – but who’s to say that wasn’t a good thing?

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I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU NEED — LUKE HUGHES

— “STOP IT, STOP IT. YOU’RE BEING MEAN, LUKE.”

pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; was this the end? you surely hope not, you were so sure luke hughes was the one. not just any boy, but the one. so why was he walking away from you right now? especially when you need him the most?

genre; angst, misunderstanding, both reader and luke get hurt, blackcat!bf luke, golden retriever!gf reader, mentioning of house rivalries, you kinda get an inside look into luke’s thinking, this one’s a long one so put on your seatbelt 🤗

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

part 2

Luke Hughes was a boy of many things. He was stubborn, cold, smart, athletic, and opinionated. But he was no idiot.

Of course he had heard what people said about the two of you, the most unexpected couple at Hogwarts yet. They’d raise their eyebrows whenever the two of you walked, talking in hushed whispers.

“Didn’t you hear? The Hughes boy is dating YN now, we have no chance! He’s scary as shit,”

“Now why on earth is YN with him? She’s so kind and bubbly and he’s just.. him.”

“He’s lucky he has Quidditch going for him, or else nobody would bat an eye at that snake.”

It used to not bother Luke. He knew he was better than them, call him a narcissist or whatever, but he knew it was true. Why would he get upset over some words spoken by idiots with a brain the size of a pea?

But ever since he started dating you, he started to question himself. Was he really better? Or did he only think that way because it was better than thinking he was a total loser?

Luke agreed with Marina when she sang “cause I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best” because Luke truly felt like he was a total and complete loser, so he always acted like he was the best Slytherin to exist. Fake it till you make it, right?

Marina was definitely his favorite artist, there was no doubt in the world. And maybe The Smiths too. God, was he really that depressing?

“What are you listening to Lukey boy?” Jack asks as he swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder. “Whoa, you have gotten tall haven’t you?”

“Have you grown shorter?” Luke asks, pretending to gasp in surprise.

Jack hits him on the shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Very funny you punk. How are you and YN? I’ve been so busy with Quidditch that I haven’t been able to see you and Quinn at all.”

“We’re okay,” Luke shrugs, “I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?”

“I don’t know Jack, is it stupid of me to be insecure?”

Jack stops in his tracks, making Luke stop as well. He turns to face his younger brother fully before giving him a frown.

“What? Of course it’s not stupid, Luke. What have those assholes been saying about you?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Luke sighs. “Do you really think I’m a cold asshole who has an egotistical mindset?”

“First of all, what the fuck is an egoistical mindset?”

“Oh,” Luke grins, “how do I dumb this down for you?”

“Shut up and tell me!”

“They’re basically saying I’m a self centered asshat who thinks way too highly of himself. They think I think I’m better than everyone else.”

“Well, do you think you’re better than everyone else?”

Luke wants to say no, but he doesn’t. Instead he says, “of course I think I’m better than everyone else.”

Jack finally starts walking again, patting the younger on the back, “hey, I’m proud of you little man. Your grades are great, you’re a terrific Slytherin seeker—although Gryffindor is way better by the way!—and you’ve really proved yourself to be a good boyfriend. You have every right to have the ‘egoistical mindset’ those people talk about.”

“I guess,” Luke says quietly, looking down at the ground. He doesn’t see you approaching out of your Herbology class with your partner, Rye Anderson.

“Stop saying I guess,” Jack whines, “anyway, your Hufflepuff is here.”

Luke’s mood brightens when he looks up to see you, but instantly drops when he sees your face light up as you talk to Rye.

What he doesn’t know is that Rye is actually gay, and that he’s literally asking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date.

“I’m thinking daisies? Is that too cliche?”

“Never cliche to get your man flowers,” you grin. “Luke always gets me flowers.”

“Yeah whatever, you guys are gross.”

You pretend to gasp offendedly, throwing a small playful punch to Rye’s side.

“Luke, don’t blow up,” Jack says slowly as he watches Luke’s face turn into one of jealousy and anger. He knew that look on his brother all too well. They had lived with each other their entire life up until now.

“Oh please,” Luke says as he starts making his way towards you and Rye, “I never blow up.”

This wasn’t entirely false, but Jack couldn’t stop the angry Slytherin now; he was too far from him. He decided to just watch it all unfold, because well, there hadn’t been any good drama at Hogwarts lately.

“Hi,” Luke introduces himself, towering over Rye and you. “I’m Luke, YN’s boyfriend, and you?”

“Rye,” Rye smirks, “and I’m gay Luke, so no need to get your pants in a twist.”

Well that made Luke totally embarrassed.

“Rye and I were just talking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date,” you explain, rubbing your boyfriend’s arm in reassurance. “Shall we go Lu?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles under his breath.

Rye tries to hold in his laugh, mainly because he doesn’t want you or Luke to kill him. He couldn’t believe a tall and scary Slytherin such as Luke was suddenly all quiet and shy when he spoke to you. It was a whole new side of the boy that Rye did not know could even exist in this universe.

“Bye Rye!” You say, hooking your arm to your boyfriend’s as you walk off to his dorm.

“Bye YN! Oh, and bye Luke!”

Luke only waves shortly, not even bothering to turn around to the boy.

“That was embarrassing,” he says as soon as he situates himself on his bed. “Shit, that was really embarrassing.”

“It’s okay Lukey,” you say, taking off your sweater and throwing it somewhere in his room.

You had always left your stuff at his place, which was why when his friends came over, they’d see little hints of yellow lingering in the room.

“No, it’s not.” Luke rubs his face, stressed. “It’s like everything I do is embarrassing or just absolute shit.”

“Whoa, where is this coming from baby?” You ask, running your hands through his curls.

“Why are you even with me? We’re completely different. You’re in Hufflepuff and I’m in Slytherin, our houses don’t even like each other.”

“I’m with you because I love you,” you frown, eyes meeting his with so much sincerity that it makes Luke want to curl up in a ball and bawl. “I don’t care about what our stupid houses think. I told you this when I asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me for the first time, remember Lu?”

He did remember. How could he not? You had suddenly popped up into his life that one day after his game with Gryffindor and became the most important person to him in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t want to be that public anymore,” Luke mumbles. “Can we do less of the whole PDA thing?”

Your heart almost drops, worrying about Luke and your relationship. “If that’s what you want Lu, then of course.”

Luke nods. It would be the best for you two to have a little distance between each other. He mainly wanted to protect you from what everybody was saying, but partly because he couldn’t handle their comments. He had loved you so much, and for them to say that he didn’t deserve you—or that you were too good for him fucking hurt like a bitch.

The next two weeks went by like a drag for both you and Luke. The two of you had barely hung out, Luke always making the same excuse of having extra Quidditch practice, and you not questioning him because you didn’t want to start a fight.

The Yule Ball was coming up, and all your friends had been asked by their boyfriends or crushes. It was just you and Luke left.

He had asked you to meet him by the lake at night. Students were prohibited to go out by themselves at such a late hour, but you and Luke were always careful.

He had asked you with a small poster, one that said, “Oh my god look at that face, you look like my next Yule date,” with the back of the poster saying “YULE BALL?”

It was a reference to one of Taylor Swift’s songs, Blank Space; a muggle song that you had been listening to on repeat that Luke knew would be perfect for the ask.

You of course squealed quietly, not wanting to disrupt the sleeping professors and students. You said yes, jumping into Luke’s arms. For the first time in those 2 weeks, the two of you held each other like it would be the last time you would.

It was.

During the Yule Ball, you had entered with Luke, but couldn’t find the tall curly haired Slytherin anywhere after a few minutes.

You decided to talk to Jamie, another Hufflepuff in your year who you were pretty close to.

Luke, who was all of a sudden sweating at the amount of people in the room had gone off to take a drink of water. He didn’t know why he felt this way; you had looked so pretty in your gown and he was one of the luckiest men in the world getting to escort you and be your date. So why did he feel this way? It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy parties. He liked looking at people go reckless and laugh knowing that it would never be him, and he enjoyed the drinks that were offered.

Which was probably why he was downing a few shots right after his glass of water. He figured alcohol will give him a confidence boost, but it only made him feel worse and gain a headache.

Great, he thinks. It was time to find you.

“YN?” He calls as he pushes through the large crowd of people. He spots you talking to another guy, Jamie, who was also a Hufflepuff.

He almost crushed the cup in his hands when he sees you giggle, throwing your head back as you push Jamie jokingly.

No, he thinks. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself and go over to you angrily like he did with Rye.

Instead, he throws his cup at some random direction, hitting a couple who broke apart from their kiss to yell curses at him. He doesn’t care, all he wants is just to get out of this place and eat his feelings away in his dorm with a Disney movie playing in the background.

“Hey Jamie, I’ll be back, I think I just saw Luke leave,” you say to your friend, frowning as you make your way towards where Luke went off.

“Go get your man sis!”

When you finally see Luke in your vision, you yell out to him. “Lu! Wait up!”

He only walks faster.

“Lu—wait!”

You’re out of breath by the time you finally grab his hand, pulling him back to you. “Lu, why didn’t you stop when I told you to?”

Luke stays quiet, his back facing you.

“Lu, can you at least please face me?”

He finally does, staring at you with his red eyes.

“Oh Lu, what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head. “YN, this isn’t going to work.”

He never calls you YN. It had always been baby, lovely, or even lovie. But never just your name by itself.

“What do you mean Lukey? What’s not gonna work?”

Luke hates how patient and kind you’re being with him. He hates it. Why can’t you just get upset at him? Make this easier for the both of you?

“I mean us. We aren’t going to work,” he takes a sharp inhale, exhaling shakily, “we’re from opposite houses, and everybody says we don’t belong with each other. Our relationship is bound to fail,”

It was as if your boyfriend was suddenly speaking a foreign language. Why was he suddenly saying this? Especially during the Yule Ball? The one night that you two were supposed to be happy together, dancing under the stars.

“Why do you care so much about what they think Luke?” You say, voice quivering from how much you wanted to sob right now, “I told you many times that I don’t—”

“I care!” Luke shouts. He realizes how loud he is the second his words get out. “I care,” he repeats, this time so quiet that if you weren’t in close proximity, you wouldn’t have heard him.

“But you shouldn’t. This is our relationship Luke, not anyone else’s, and especially not those low lives who have nothing else to do but to judge us without even knowing you.”

“Not everybody can be oblivious and carefree like you YN,”

You shake your head. “Stop it, stop it. You’re being mean, Luke.”

This burns through Luke’s chest like wildfire. Sure he’s been called an asshole, even a conceited fuck by a couple of mad Gryffindors after a game, but never mean. And especially never from you.

“I can’t be what you need,” Luke cries. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so emotional. He was never the one to let his emotions get the best of him—his face always set to a blank expression. “They’re right. Aren’t you gonna be sick of having such a boring boyfriend? You deserve so much better. You deserve somebody who isn’t the exact opposite of you, you deserve so much more than me.”

“But I don’t want more,” you now sob, cupping Luke’s face into your hands, “I want you Luke.”

He shakes his head once again, more tears streaming down his face. “It won’t work. Let’s save ourselves the heartbreak and just end it now.”

“No,” you say, hands shaking. “No, I won’t let you end our relationship just because of them.”

“I’m not giving you a choice,” Luke backs away from you, your heart aching at the sudden loss of touch.

“Will you be back?”

“I don’t know,”

He leaves you outside in the dark, sobbing as you fall to your knees, entire body giving out.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” a familiar voice coos as he wraps his arm around your shaking figure. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t okay. You had just lost Luke, the boy who you were sure would be the love of your life until you died.

“Come inside YN, it’s raining.” Jack takes off his coat to place over you, your lips trembling as the two of you make your way back into the halls. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

You didn’t even know where to start.

[writeradamanteve]

I always thought Tumblr was kind of my safe space, mostly because hardly anyone I know off line knows I have this account. It’s just a place for me to hang out and be myself, and its been a nice haven for all things quirky and strange.

For the most part, I try to keep this account light, occasionally dealing with things that require a bit more thought and emotion. Anyone who’s ever read my writing will see that reflected in my stories.

So I guess it would be inevitable that at some point, I’ll write something a lot more vulnerable, like today.

I’ve been wondering about divorcing my husband. We’ve been married for 21 years and I wish I had the courage to divorce him. He is a borderline narcissist and there are things about him that makes me so unhappy. The very thought that I’d be free of him makes me grin, but the notion that I would have to split my kids’ time because he’ll have them some days makes me cry.

I’ve tried to have so many conversations with him about what makes me unhappy, but he claims to be a simple guy, and that he doesn’t think too deeply about these things. He is not open to marriage counseling. Which just leads me to think that there is nothing I can do to change my situation, and that there really is no recourse except to divorce.

There would be days that everything seems alright, that everything is fine, but then it’s always just a build up to his annoyance, his outbursts, and his relentlessly “honest” opinion.

At the end of the day, I can’t tell if it’s me or him, so I just think that we are incompatible in many ways. He doesn’t seem to think there’s anything wrong. Or if he does, he is willing to shrug it off, because honestly, he is the stronger personality in this marriage.

I’ve heard people say that it is men who need to be married and that women, by themselves, thrive. Honestly, if I ever manage to divorce him, the thought of being with another man grosses me the fuck out.

I can’t deal with the separation from the kids, and I don’t trust him enough to think that he’d be amicable in a divorce. He would let a lawyer convince him not to give me a single inch.

This is the first time I’ve said it out loud, outside of our sometimes very loud fights. It’s exhausting.

I don’t know if I’ll ever do it, but I just needed to say this, somehow. Maybe I just need to talk about it, so that I don’t feel so alone.

I appreciate you reading.

[sydsaint]

A little angsty! Max at 3am for y'all.

Summary: The reader finds herself enamored with Max after hanging out with him and Adam Cole. While hanging out one night, Max reveals a part of himself he rarely lets people see to the reader.

You are sat at a table in one of Adam's favorite restaurants for lunch with your brother. Adam is blabbering on about some new game that he just bought, meanwhile, you're busy texting someone on your phone.

"It's got multiplayer, so you should totally get it so we can play on stream together." Adam continues with his heartfelt speech when he finally notices that you're not paying attention to a word he's saying. "Y/N? Hey, Y/N!"

Adam reaches across the table and pulls your phone out of your hands. Your phone falls to the table with a thud and you glare at your brother.

"What the hell, Adam?" You growl and pick your phone back up.

"Have you even heard a word I've said in the last ten minutes?" Adam replies grumpily. "Who are you texting anyway?" He asks you.

You pick your phone back up and finish the text that you were in the middle of typing out. "I'm talking to Max. Why?" You answer Adam's question.

"Max?" Why in the hell are you texting, Max?" Adam sneers.

"Umm, you're his new tag partner. Why aren't you texting him?" You retort. "Besides, Max and I are kind of becoming friends." You add with a casual shrug.

Adam laughs and reaches across the table for your phone again. You move your hand back and out of his reach and glare at him again. "Come on, Y/N. You're gonna have to give me more than, 'Me and Max are becoming friends.' ." He informs you. "Two months ago you couldn't stand the guy."

"So?" You reply sharply and finally set your phone down. "You didn't like him either, Adam." You remind him.

"Yeah, but I've been forced to do group stuff with him for weeks now. I thought all you guys did was get drinks like once. Now you're head over heels for the guy?"

You roll your eyes at Adam's dramatics. "Am not!" You insist with crossed arms. "Yeah, we had drinks. And we talked while we had our drinks, okay? We just connected I guess. Max. He's not like everyone makes him out to be, alright?"

"Like what? An egomaniac and a narcissist?" Adam snickers.

"He's not a narcissist" You protest. "And you're one to talk about egos, mister Panama City Playboy." You tease Adam with his old nickname.

Adam cringes at the mention of his old mantra and shakes his head. "That was a long time ago. I've changed since then." He reminds you.

"And what? Max is incapable of change?" You continue to come to Friedman's defense.

"Okay, okay." Adam puts his hands up in surrender. "I give up. Just don't go proposing to the guy, N/N." He jokes.

You roll your eyes and pick your phone back up. "Screw off, Adam." You sneer at him. "I was going to split the bill for lunch. But since you want to be rude; you can pay for it."

"Hold on!" Adam protests.

"Too late." You flash a grin and slide the bill toward your brother.

Adam begrudgingly takes the bill and pays for lunch. The two of you part ways for the day since you'll be seeing each other for work tomorrow anyway.

You head home and relax for the night. You are busy playing a game on your computer and thinking about maybe seeing if Adam will let you be on his stream when someone rings your doorbell.

You head to check who's at the door and find Max on your porch. "Oh, hey, Max." You greet him with a smile. "What's up?" You lean against the door.

"Hey. I was in the neighborhood and figured that I'd drop by. You don't mind, do you?" Max explains.

"Not at all." You reply. "Come in." You turn and walk away from the front door.

Max nods and follows you inside, shutting the front door behind him. "Thanks. So, what's up?" He asks as he follows you through the house.

"Not much." You shrug. "I was just playing a game in my office to pass the time. I think Adam is streaming right now, so I was going to maybe hop on and join him."

"You stream too?" Max asks you curiously.

You nod and reach your kitchen where you pull a drink from the fridge. "Mhm. Want one?" You offer Max a drink, which he takes. "I don't have a huge following like Adam does. And I don't do it nearly as often. But it's a hobby."

"Cool. I'm not interrupting, am I?" Max nods.

"Not at all." You insist. "In fact, do you want to be on stream with me? We can hop on and bug Adam. Or we could just hang and do our own thing." You suggest.

You lean against the kitchen counter and wait for Max to give you an answer. "I've never really done anything like this before," Max admits. "I don't want to mess up your stuff."

"Nonsense." You laugh. "It's super easy. And I think that I have a great idea for a stream. All you have to do is look pretty on camera and answer questions." You explain.

"That's all?" Max replies. "How is that?"

You push off the counter and gesture for Max to follow you into your office. At the same time, you send out a quick tweet that you're doing a live Q&A on Twitch.

"Every once in a while I'll play an easy game that doesn't require much attention. Like Pokemon or something. And while I'm playing I let people ask questions on stream with a 1$ donation." You explain as you grab an extra office chair from the corner of the room.

"You make money doing this?" Max sits down in the chair you offer him.

You sit down in your chair and begin setting your camera and other stuff up. "Yes, but also no. People send me money to ask questions. But all of the money I make on stream I double and donate to a random charity." You explain further. "So I'm making money, yeah. But I don't ever end up keeping any of it."

"Wow," Max replies. "That's really cool of you, Y/N." He admits.

"Yeah? Thanks, Max." You grin.

You and Max have a productive stream where you both answer questions for a few hours. You let Max pick the charity getting your money at the end of the stream before you end it.

"Well, that was fun." You turn to Max after your monitor is shut off.

"Yeah, I had fun." Max agrees. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you." He adds.

You nod and pick up your drink from beside you. "Yeah, of course. Anyway, time for some questions of my own." You joke. "How are you feeling about the match with FTR tomorrow?"

Max freezes up a bit at your question and you notice him fidget with his hands for a brief second. "No worries here." He chuckles.

"Really?" You raise a brow at Max. "Are you sure? Because Adam admitted earlier that he's been a little nervous about it all week." You admit.

"Really?" Max replies. "It's because of me, isn't it?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at Max and shrug. "I don't think so. Adam normally always gets a little nervous before big matches. Being nervous before a big match is a normal thing, Max." You assure him. "Plus if you do end up losing. It's not like it's a big deal right? You're still the world champ."

"Right." Max nods, his eyes cast toward the floor as he mumbles something to himself.

"Max." You clear your throat. "Is there something wrong?" You ask him genuinely.

Max remains silent for a moment, unsure if he should spill his guts like this. Truthfully, he's been having the time of his life hanging out with Adam. Cole seems like a genuine friend now. Something that Max hasn't had in a long time. And then there's you. Ever since that heart-to-heart at the bar Max has felt this unnerving connection to you. Like you're the one person in the world that truly understands him.

"Yeah, I'm nervous about tomorrow, alright?" Max finally admits his doubts and fears. "I'm afraid that if we lose then this will all be over with. Adam won't want to be my friend anymore. Then I won't have an excuse to see you. And I'll go back to being alone. Like I always am."

Your mouth hangs slightly ajar for a moment upon hearing Max's confession. And you find yourself unable to stop a laugh from escaping your mouth. "What?" You laugh.

"Oh, so it's funny is it?!" Max snaps at you. "Yeah go ahead! Ridicule me like everyone else does. Old pathetic loser Maxwell can't keep a friend to save his life!"

You compose yourself with a deep breath and wait for Max to calm himself down. "I'm sorry I laughed." You apologize for your outburst. "I know that keeping friends isn't easy in this business, Max. But I just want you to know that, win or lose tomorrow? I'm still going to be there for you." You assure him. "And so will Adam."

"You will?" Max replies, quieter this time.

"I promise." You move your chair closer to Max's. "Adam is already teasing me that I'm in love with you." You recall your lunch with your brother earlier in the day. "And he only jokes about guys I'm talking to when he likes them. So I think that it's safe to say that we're both here to stay."

A small smile cracks on Max's lips and he matches your gaze. "You're in love with me already?" He jokes.

"I might be a tad overly fond of you, yes." You giggle.

[beebeetheclown]

Here's something i came up with from the prompts🙈

15. [Slapping] Kendall on the face because either:

- he was being too cocky

- dirty talk went too far

- wont shut up about how shitty his dad is during sex💀

Hi I loved all of these ideas haha . I kinda tried to put them together all in one🤭 Hope you like it👀

One Shot Request

Kendall Roy x reader, Kendall Roy x You, f/m

Contains: smut, Kendall Roy being cocky…😏

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Working in an office job with rich narcissists wasn’t really your thing. But here you were, following Frank, your father, around Waystar. He got you the job because there was job openings available and he wanted you to be just like him someday. Your first week there was already a lot, it was crazier than you thought it would be.

“What, is it daddy daughter work day?” Was the first thing Roman Roy had said in your direction.

“No, I am just giving her some training. She starts tomorrow.”

Roman looks at you, “Right. Just promise me you aren’t as annoying as your dad. He is very annoying.”

“I’ll try my best.” You reply.

So, that’s how you met Roman. As for his brother, he was the complete opposite. While Roman was busy with his dumb little jokes towards you like he was your own little brother, Kendall stayed quiet while it was your first few weeks there. You’d see his eyes on you sometimes or even just feel them on you. You didn’t really think much of it until Roman stops you one day as you’re walking past his office.

“Hey, get over here.” You hear him say.

You turn and walk into his office, “What do you want?”

“Sit, make yourself comfortable. I have something rather pathetic to tell you.” He says with a little giggle.

“Oh god,” You really weren’t ready to hear it as you thought it was going to be something pointless.

“It’s not about me this time I promise. All though, I am quite interesting.”

“Just get on with it.”

“My brother. He wants to fuck you.”

You look at Roman and can’t tell if he’s bullshitting you or not. “What?”

“Yeah, he wants to fuck you. He can’t seem to keep it in his pants cause he’s so pathetic.”

“You’re full of shit.” You say as you get up from your chair, not believing a single word he says.

“No, I’m serious.” He laughs. “He really told me, face-to-face. He said he’d try and get you but he was afraid he’d scare you off and you’d file some assault charge. He thought it was ‘unprofessional’ to fuck an employee. I told him to not give a fuck.”

“So, you encouraged him?”

“I mean, yeah. Why wouldn’t I? I’d fuck you, you’re… fucking… hot.”

“Okay, no. I am not sleeping with you.”

“Boring.” He replies with a shrug, “Now, go away I have stuff to do.” He says and shoos you away with his hands.

As you leave his office, you can only try and think if what he had just told you was actually the truth or just some stupid prank. That was the thing about Roman, you never knew if he was really joking because he was always so childish.

Of course, out of what seems to be a coincidence, you and Kendall run into each other as you are making your way back to your desk. He stops in front of you instead of just walking past which makes you stop too, looking up from the ground and at him.

“So, Roman doesn’t keep secrets very well does he?”

“Uh, I’m sorry?”

He smiles, “It’s my fault, really. I should have known that he doesn’t keep his mouth shut.”

“You heard?”

“Yeah, I mean, how could I not? His door was wide open and he spoke loudly as he ran his mouth.”

You don’t know why you were embarrassed. It’s not like you said anything bad, it’s he who should be embarrassed.

“Right.” You reply, “Well, I guess your secret’s out.” You joke, not really taking the whole thing seriously. But Kendall was taking it very seriously. He meant what he said to Roman a few nights back. He felt as if he couldn’t handle it anymore and he needed to at least try and get at you.

“I guess so.” He replies.

“And, you’re not embarrassed by that?” You ask.

“No, not really. Why do you think I should be?” This was high on power Kendall Roy. A grin on his face while he was being so manic and cocky. This was now your third week and you already saw many different sides of Kendall.

“I don’t know. I would be if I were you.” You say with a little chuckle, “I mean, we’ve spoken what? Maybe twice?”

“Yeah, and twice is good enough for me.” He grins.

“Is it crazy to say that I think you’re more immature than your brother?” You tease.

He laughs softly with you, “Oh, very crazy. I am not immature, not as immature as him, that's for sure.”

“Prove it then.”

“Uh, I know the best answers to things, not just business related of course. I know what I want and I’m not too much of a pussy to go for it. Oh, and I actually know how to fuck without being awkward.”

“Right. You’re oh so mature but you just go and roast your younger brother just like that? Like a little boy wanting to win? Real mature.” You tease. “You know, I’ve never meant someone more cocky than you?”

“But you like it.”

“No, I don’t”

“Yeah, you do.” The same grin stays on his face. You honestly had no idea where all of this confident and flirty personality of his was coming from. But like you said before, Kendall Roy has many sides to him

“I do not. Now, is there anything else ridiculous you have to say, or can I go back to my desk?”

“Actually, there is one more thing.”

Oh great.

“And what is that?” You ask.

“There's these printed files tucked away in one of the conference rooms, I need help grabbing them.”

“You need help grabbing papers? Located in an empty conference room?”

“Uh huh, that’s right.”

You can’t help but grin a little bit. You don’t know why, but you reply with, “Okay, I’ll help you. But then, I’m going back to my desk.”

“Deal.”

You follow him to the conference room. You knew that the whole paper thing was bullshit, you followed him anyway.

Before you know it, you are in an empty conference room with no windows that face the office, only ones that face the city.

As soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, you don’t even care to still pretend that there are papers, you just cut right to it.

“You know, my dad’s going to kill me, no actually, he’ll kill you.”

Kendall jokingly looks around the room, “I don’t see him anywhere.”

“You know what I mean. If he finds out about this, finds out that you, Kendall, are a part of it, he’d never respect you again.”

“Not a problem. He’ll have to respect me if he wants to keep his fucking job.”

“You don’t get to decide if he keeps his job, Logan does.”

“Yeah, but not for long, soon it’ll be up to me. Hey, speaking of m dad, he’d be so fucking angry about this.” He says with a laugh. His hands are now slowly travelling up your thighs. “But I don’t give a fuck on what he has to say.”

As his hands continue, you begin to back up and sit on the edge of the long conference table. He pulls your skirt up over your hips.

“Of course you don’t. You only care about yourself.”

“That’s not true. I care about you right now.”

“Do you?”

“Uh huh.” He says lowly. “Can I touch you?” He now whispers in your ear.

“Yes, just don’t make me regret this.”

“Oh, trust me, you won’t. I’ll be the best guy you’ve ever had.”

His cockiness really made you dislike him more, but it also turned you on more than anything. He pushes your panties aside and plays with your clit for a few seconds before he brings his fingers down and fucks you with them. A sound leaves your lips as you look down at his hand.

You don’t even hold back and put your hand on the back of his head as you kiss his lips. He kisses you back in need but the kiss doesn’t last long as you have to pull away to moan and gasp into his mouth. His fingers stretched you out since you hadn’t gotten laid in so long, they stretched you out because they worked you better than your own skinny little fingers.

He kisses you again and then breathes out a little chuckle as he listens to the quiet noises you make for him. “Oh, I could only imagine how much my dad would hate this.” He laughs a little at the thought of his father being angry, “And I used to care so much to please him. I’ve learned not to give a fuck anymore. I like seeing his stupid little angry face. I like doing what I want.”

“Ken, can you maybe like… not talk about your father while your fingers are inside of me? I’d like to not think about him in a situation like this.” You breathe out.

“Right, right. Sorry, it’s just that, I think it’s funny how I used to care so much. But I make up my own fucking rules now.”

You grind your hips into his fingers to give yourself more pleasure and grab onto his shoulder with your one hand. It’s almost as if you needed him to shut up in order for you to cum, but he keeps going,

“I make my own rules, I fuck whoever I want and I will win.”

“Kendall,” You say his name, meaning it as a warning that you want him to shut his mouth but it comes out as a whine. This only encourages his cockiness and boosts his ego.

“God, he’ll be so fucking jealous of me. He’ll wish he never,”

You don’t let Kendall even finish his sentence. Instead you let go of your grip that was on his suit jacket and slap him in the face. You don’t even know why you did it, it’s like you did it without thinking. His fingers freeze inside of you as he looks back at you. You can’t help but look back at him and then laugh.

“What was that for?” He asks in a serious tone.

“I don’t want to be cumming around your fingers while you continue to talk about your shitty father and your cocky little fantasies.”

He doesn’t reply, he just grins again.

“Oh, what could you possibly be smiling-“ You don’t finish your sentence. He pushes you down so that your back is on the table. He spreads your legs wider and unzips his pants.

“Kendall, what are you doing?” You ask, looking at him standing in front of you. You knew exactly what he was doing but you asked anyway, shocked at how fast it was all happening.

“Just be quiet and let me do what I need to do. I know you want this as much as I do, you being so wet gives it away.”

“Someone could walk in at any moment.”

“Unlikely. This room is only used for meetings. It’s our lucky day, none are scheduled today.”

“Well, someone could hear us.”

“You think I’ll make you feel so good that you won’t be able to keep quiet huh?”

Okay, fuck you.”

“Just be as quiet as you can. We’d hate to have someone find out that Frank’s daughter has her legs spread for me on a table wouldn’t we?” He says teasingly and then lines himself up.

“Just fuck me before I change my mind.”

He smiles and grabs your thighs, not waiting any longer to grind his hips forward. You are so tight around him that it makes him moan lowly.

You gasp before a little whimper leaves your lips. He grabs your hips now and pulls back before thrusting forward again but a little faster this time. He groans then chuckles a little at how good you feel around his cock.

“Tell me you’re not going to regret this.” He says as he continues to fuck you on the conference room table, finding and setting a pace.

“As much as I hate to say it, I won’t regret it.” You breathe out before you’re throwing your head back and moaning at the feeling of him pumping into you.

“I knew it.” He grunts out, “I fucking knew you would love having me like this. Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

“Just shut up.” You whine.

“That’s not answering my question.” He looks at your eyes now as he continues his brutally slow but rough thrusts.

“Yes, and I fucking hate that that’s the answer.” You close your eyes and whisper his name.

“Why?”

You’ve never had a guy talk so much during sex. Hearing him speak like he was having a normal conversation only with grunts and moans in between makes you want to scream in pleasure.

“Because- you’re… Kendall Roy.”

“Yeah, I am. So what? You should be grateful to have me like this rather than be a stubborn little girl.”

“I am not stubborn.”

“Yes, you are.” He begins to set a faster pace now, making sure that you get it in your head that you should be “grateful”.

“No- fuck you.”

“What, are you gonna give me one of your weak little slaps again?” He chuckles, “Go ahead, you know it actually turns me on when you’re all annoyed and stubborn. I like a little challange.”

You can’t believe that his stupid degrades and his cockiness makes your orgasm arrive but they do. You don’t even warn him before you’re finishing around him. You aren’t even thinking straight as you moan out loudly, not covering your mouth at all.

It only takes him a few more seconds, with his thrusts now getting messier, he follows close behind and tiny grunts leave his lips before he’s pulling out and spilling on your thigh. You’re both catching your breaths and you look up at the ceiling, not believing what you just did. It was crazy, but you didn’t regret it.

“How was that?” He says with a chuckle, fixing himself up to make it look like he didn’t just fuck one of his employees.

“Good, but never again.”

“Sure… right.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“You’ll come back. You won’t admit it, but you'll come back.”

You shake your head and smile a little. Maybe he was right.

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

Disability Pride Month - Narcissism

(red sentences are my particular thoughts/reactions to situations and not verified studies. Yeah, I guess I'ma be frank and let you see I'ma little fucking bitch. Enough with my mask.) Reminder that narcissism isn't a personality trait and that it's a disorder. A true narcissist cannot help it. It doesn't make our behavior okay, but just like a schizophrenic person can't help their delusional behavior, a narcissist can't help that we have an elevated sense of self worth. It's incredibly rude and hurtful to use the word as a quirky personality trait. Use our term correctly. Narcissistic people often seem extremely confident, but in reality we're highly unsure of ourselves and have extremely low self worth and break at the smallest nitpicks. We have a tendency to cling to people in a show off way, but mainly because we like these people and we want to impress them. Because we're trying to be "better" but also because we're so desperate to be good enough for them, that it comes across as being better than thou type of situation. Someone can say something like "I had ___ experience" and we try to one up it. Not just because we want to be better, but because we don't want you to lose interest. It's a fear factor of losing someone we care about because "we're not good enough/interesting enough." because they had a slightly more interesting situation. That leads onto the fear of rejection. If someone dislikes us, unlike most people being able to "oh well, they weren't worth my time anyways" and shrug it off, it becomes an end of the world situation for a narcissistic individual. Why wasn't I good enough? What haven't I done? Why am I not good enough? Just because narcissists are full of themselves and have elevated self worth, that doesn't mean they don't have guilt and shame for things. In fact, for me, guilt and shame takes up a LOT of my mental space and makes me feel the need to be BETTER than others to compensate for it. I find myself going "shit why'd I brag about that in that moment?" And I over react, and the cycle continues. We have a really hard time being vulnerable. We don't like to share our little secrets. We don't want to seem weak or imperfect, and what other way to do that than to say "Oh yeah I was just crying the other day because blah blah blah" no why would we say we were crying? Can't let you know we're crying, that lets you know that we finally broke down over something, and that gives you a chance to break us down more. It's our job to make you feel like you can break down into our arms and why we're your "only safe space" because we're a greedy bastard and we'll be jealous and honestly really hurt for some reason if you have any others. One thing I feel I don't have space to talk about along side other narcissists is emotions since despite being diagnosed with narcissism, I'm highly empathetic towards others and will literally sob over things people tell me even if I don't know what to do, so I'll speak from an entirely research based response here. (Though, my psychologist does say that empathetic narcissists are a thing, and that's what he diagnosed me as, so lol) Anyways, many narcissists have a hard time keeping up relationships because they lack empathy. I'd say that's the only reason I HAVE any decent relationships with anybody, because really, I'm a fucking bitch. I mean, I'd defend you or something, but the first thought through my head would also be "what about me though" Sorry about the long rant, but yeah. Stop misusing the word narcissist/narcissism. We may not be right, but we can't help it either. Best we can do is go the therapy. (also, I'm sure there's plenty of typos, if so I apologize.)

[666writingcafe]

The Bathroom

Asmo

"There you are, MC!" I exclaim, wrapping my arms around them in a hug. "I was wondering where you went."

"Well, I didn't want to get in the middle of your argument with Belphie, so I decided to explore the house a little," they reply. "It really is quite nice."

While I believe that MC initially intended on exploring the house, the fairly strong metallic smell on them tells me that they ended up doing something else.

With a certain brother of mine.

In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't even matter. After all, I was the one to pick them up, meaning that I was the first to see them. I just wish I was also the first to kiss them.

But that's neither here nor there. They're with me now, so it's not like I can't still do something with them, if they so choose.

"Wanna see something really cool?" I ask. MC shrugs.

"Sure." I grab their hand and guide them upstairs.

"So, part of why it's taken us so long to connect with you is because Barbatos was working on creating portals to our rooms at the House of Lamentation. One's difficult enough, let alone seven."

"Not to mention the other rooms you guys like," MC adds. "Like the observatory, or the library."

"Exactly." We stop in front of one of my doors, and I wrap my free hand around the knob. Opening it reveals my private bathroom. "In my case, I still wanted to visit this particular room so that I didn't have to fight with everyone else."

"Makes sense." We step inside the bathroom, and I close the door behind me. "Nothing appears to be out of place, I don't think. Then again, it has been a while since I've been in here, so perhaps things have changed while I was gone."

"Other than me getting more products, everything's stayed pretty much the same." I walk over to one of the benches near the bathtub and sit down, gesturing for MC to join me. "So, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?"

"About...?"

"You." I briefly pause. "Well, regarding you, anyway. What's the deal with you and Solomon? I know you're his apprentice, but he seemed a bit too comfortable around you for him to just be your teacher. Does that make sense?" MC nods their head.

"He's also my roommate." Well, I didn't expect that response. I figured MC would say that they're dating Solomon--or at least, sleeping with him. Never in a million years would I imagine the two of them living together.

"How long has that been a thing?"

"Ever since we returned to the human world after our last visit to the Devildom. I basically made him move in with me." They look a little sheepish saying that. Was there more involved to that than a simple request?

"You do know about his...curse, don't you?"

"Which one? His immortality, or his cooking?" Well, then. That answers that question. I wonder who told MC about that particular little quirk of his. The immortality, I mean. Everyone knows about his cursed cooking.

"I guess..." MC trails off. "I didn't want Solomon to feel lonely. I know that he'll probably outlive me by a long shot, but I figured that I'd at least try to form a connection with him before I died. I know he has you and the other seventy-odd demons he has a pact with, but it's not the same thing as having another human in your inner circle. Not that your relationship with him isn't meaningless or invalid or anything like that--"

"I understand, MC." I gently pat their knee. "I'm glad he has you. You're one of the sweetest people I've ever known."

There it is again.

The scent from earlier.

It was pretty faint the first time, but now that I'm closer to MC, I can pick up on it more.

And it's familiar. Real familiar. Not nearly as intense as the last time, but there's no denying it.

"What was your second question, Asmo?"

"It's a bit more...personal." I don't want to make them uncomfortable, but at the same time, I have to know how to proceed.

"O-Okay." Good. I wish they were less nervous, but at least I have their permission to continue.

"When I ask this, I am not trying to be arrogant or narcissistic or anything like that. Rather, it's so that I can understand exactly how you're feeling so that I can help you." MC merely nods their head in response.

Here goes nothing.

"Am I turning you on as Azzy?" Their eyes widen, and they quickly cover their face with their hands.

"MC." I place a hand on their shoulder. "Breathe. It's okay." A few moments later, they sigh as they reveal their face again.

"Is it wrong for me to say yes?" they quietly ask. I kinda figured they did based on the way they were looking at me earlier, but I just needed them to confirm it.

What I didn't expect is for them to have reservations about it. They never let who or what they were attracted to stop them before. Is it a human world thing? Given the headlines I've seen, that's definitely a possibility.

"Why would it be wrong?"

"Because...this might sound a bit weird, but..." They pause, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt your feelings."

Okay, now I'm confused. How would them liking me in drag hurt my feelings? I spent a lot of time putting this together, making sure I looked good in all the right places. If they hated me like this, it'd be a different story, but that's not what this is.

So, what is it?

Wait.

I wonder...

"Are you scared that I'm going to be upset because you happen to find this a bit more attractive than how I normally present myself?"

Nod.

Ah. I see.

Humans are weird sometimes. Particularly this one.

"MC, as the Avatar of Lust, part of my job is to figure out how best to charm people. That's resulted in me wearing a lot of different costumes, as not everyone is going to like the same things. But those costumes are all based on who I am as a person. Some may be closer to reality than others, but that doesn't mean they're not me. So, it's totally cool if you like one version of me over another, because at the end of the day, you still like me, and that's all that matters."

"But I know how hard it was for you to get your powers to affect me in any way, and I didn't want you to feel like all that work was for nothing."

"It's not for nothing." I gently grab their hand. "I enjoy learning new things about you, MC. You're a really interesting individual, and I'm grateful that I've gotten the opportunity to get to know you."

They have a weird look on their face. I can't exactly pin down what they're trying to communicate, but whatever it is, it's a little intense.

"There's something that I've wanted to do since you arrived, but I didn't want to do it in front of prying eyes," MC murmurs.

Oh.

Oh.

Just to make sure I'm not mistaken, I lean in slightly. They don't move back.

But they don't remain still, either.

Instead, they close the gap between us by kissing me on the lips.

"I can barely contain myself right now," they whisper.

"Then don't."

Unfortunately, right as we get into the rhythm of our make-out session, there's a rather loud knock on the door.

Of course. It's Satan. He always does this whenever he thinks I'm taking too long in here.

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 19

A/N: Only one more chapter left guys. I hope ya'll have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

It was only about half an hour before I saw headlights coming toward me as I stood at the entrance of Walker farm.

The vehicle slowed and I immediately recognized Beau's red truck. I smile as I step forward and grab the handle when he comes to a stop.

"Hello stranger," I say, happy to see him but that joy quickly fades when I see his face. His brows are furrowed and his lips are clamped into a thin line. 

"What are you doing here?"

Okay, he was upset. If his face hadn't given it away, the anger in his voice surely would. But why was he mad?

"Told you I came to visit a friend," I explain again. "But we had a disagreement and I don't know if I can still consider him a friend."

"Him? Who's him? He wouldn't be a Texas Ranger would he?"

"Uh…..oh-" I say as I realize Beau and Cordell know one another. In fact, that's how I met Cordell; he had come to Helena looking for the man beside me. "-yea. But I'm guessing you've already figured that out."

Beau didn't say anything, just dropped the truck in gear and started driving down the dark highway. It was quiet in the cab, other than Beau's brooding.

"How did you become friends with Walker?" he queried about five minutes later. 

"Funny story," I say, trying to lighten the mood. "He came up a few months back, looking for you. Said he needed help on an old case you two worked together on."

"Mmm," Beau hummed and I started considering how much to tell him. 

"Listen, this was not long after you left and came back to restart your life with your family. I was-" I pause to think of the right word to use. "-bitter.  I felt rejected. I know you and I hadn't really labeled what we were, or weren't but I was feeling down and saw him as a way to try and get over you so I asked him out."

Beau doesn't say a word, he is listening but not giving any input so I continue.  "After our date, he left the next morning but we kept in contact…"

"Your date lasted all night?" Beau asks and I see him grip the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white.

"Uh, yea.  He spent the night with me." I know I'm making myself out as a slut but I've decided to come clean - so I do. "We had sex."

"I got the obvious hint."

"So we exchanged numbers and texted or talked everyday. I thought we were becoming more than friends, but apparently I was wrong."

"Y/N," Beau says, and his voice is softer now, almost imploring. "What did he do?"

I shrug, now feeling like an idiot for thinking we were anything more. "Nothing, really. Just put some things into perspective for me."

"That's……vague," Beau announces. "Do I need to turn this truck around and go kick some Ranger ass?"

I laughed. "No. It's okay. Not even worth your time. He's a player. Sex for him is just a way to pass the time. I'm the one who brought intimacy into the equation."

The rest of the drive back is quiet save for the radio playing on low, barely audible. I use the silence to recall all that has happened in the last year of my life.

I leave a narcissistic boyfriend and move halfway across the country, get a job, make friends, get a stalker who almost kills me. One of the so-called friends betrays me in the foulest, tasteless ways - get chummy with and end up moving in with the acting Sheriff at the time - only for him to leave to go back to his ex-wife. Then meet a man who I think could be something more, only to find out he is the exact opposite of who I thought he was. 

To say my life has improved is laughable. Maybe I'm the problem. The common denominator in all those scenarios is me.

“So, um-" I break the stillness. "-how's your wife, Carla, is it? How does she feel about you coming out to pick me up?"

"She doesn't know," Beau grunts out.  

"Oh? Keeping secrets already? That doesn't sound proactive to your relationship."

"Mmhmm," Beau hums and turns into the parking lot of a hotel.  I'm surprised that they live here, seeing as his wife and daughter always seem to be so well off when I'd met them before. 

"I don't live with Carla and Emily any more."

That statement shocks me. I have so many questions. Why? What happened? Is that why he said he was coming back to Helena? But it's my turn to stay quiet while he talks.

"It's not working out between us," he says. "I thought we could be a family again, give Em a stable family foundation but," he pauses and I watch him run a hand over his mouth and down his chin, over the beard there. "Some things have been brought into perspective for me too."

A few hours earlier…….

Looking over the printed page of his words, Beau nods to himself before grabbing the pen and signing his name. He opens the drawer in his desk and slips the page into a notebook; he isn't completely ready to turn it in and doesn't want anyone to see it before he can hand it to his chief.

He walks toward the entrance to the police department and steps out into the warm sunshine. Pulling the sunglasses down over his eyes, he strolls down the sidewalk toward his truck. He is on a mission.

Once across town, he parks on another street and gets out, looking across the two-laned road at the offices of Gibbs & Watson Law Firm. 

Inside the skyscraper, on the 12th floor is the only obstacle in the way of his plans: Carla Delugo-McAllister, paralegal to one of the firm's lawyers. 

This isn't the first time he's visited her while at work, but this is by far the most nerve-wracking. He pulls one of the double doors open, holding it for an elderly couple who was exiting. He nods a welcome to them as they both thank him for his kindness and then heads inside toward the bank of elevators.

Once on the correct floor he strides toward the reception area, smiling as he sees the receptionist, Shayla, adjust herself when she sees who is approaching. 

"Ms. Kenney, how're you today darlin'?"

Her cheeks blush and she tried to suppress a giggle. "Good, Officer Arlen. You here to see Mrs. McAllister?"

"You are one sharp cookie," he teases. "Is she available?"

Shayla picks up the phone and punches in a code before speaking. She nods toward Beau and he smiles his thanks before rounding the desk,  heading  down the hall.

As soon as he steps into the office, he sees Carla studying something on the computer in front of her. Her eyes never leave the screen as she speaks.

"This is a nice surprise."

"We need to talk," he says and Carla finally looks away from whatever she was working on and turns to him.

"This sounds ominous."

Beau gently lays it out for her. How Emily was invited back up to Montana to help with Sunny Day Excursions, how he wants to be honest and truthful with her. 

"I've come to realize that I'm not happy here anymore, Car. I miss the mountains and the fresh air."

"You're going back for her, aren't you?" Carla says, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

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[abbeybutnottheroad]

Somewhere in Italy

(Part 2/2) 

As promised, part two of Somewhere in Italy.

There is SMUT in this one;) WARNING: Unprotected sex, please wrap it before you tap it!!!

The song Harry sings in this part, can be whichever of his songs you think matches the description (Matilda, Falling, From the Dining Table etc.)

Hope you enjoy.

Read part 1 here

Word count: 5040

It was fair to say that Harrys place was quite a bit bigger than Y/N’s, and she couldn’t help but feel bewildered as to why he had looked around her house in such adoration, because compared to his, she found it was nothing to admire. Placed atop a hillside with floor to ceiling windows, giving a full panorama view over the little town below and the ocean far ahead, Y/N stood in Harrys living room and couldn’t believe that he lived there. She quickly thought back to when she had asked him what he did for a living, and he quietly had mumbled that he was a musician but had shrugged it off as though it was barely something that got him by. Well, it seemed to get him by alright.

“This place is beautiful, Harry.”

He looked around for a moment, seemingly not impressed by his own luxurious mansion.

“Thank you. ‘s nothing compared to yours though. Not quite as homey or personal.”

“You said something about being a musician; you must be a good one if you can afford all of this.” She shook her head I disbelief.

“Come, I’ll show you.” Harry reached out hesitantly taking Y/N’s hand in his, and she gladly accepted, following behind him down a long hallway which also had floor to ceiling windows on both sides, making a sort of bridge between two parts of the house. He stopped before a heavy black door, taking a key from his back pocket out to unlock it.

“What is this? The door to your playroom?” Y/N chuckled at the reference.

Harry froze in his motions, turning his head slightly to look at her, now with a sly smirk adorning his face. “No, that’s up on the second floor. I’ll save that for another time Darling.”

A chill went through Y/N’s body, and she had to physically restrain herself from falling to the ground, as her legs suddenly wanted to give out on her. Hopefully Harry hadn’t seen it since he only had looked at her for a second, before turning around again, proceeding the task of unlocking the door.

Harry didn’t know where that sudden cocky remark of his came from, and he had to turn around to concentrate on something else, so he could stop himself from throwing Y/N over his shoulder and having his way with her. He couldn’t do that just yet. It was after all only the second time they had met each other.

With a small click, the door to a large music studio opened before them. A very advanced music studio. Five guitars were placed against one of the walls, a large piano filling up the middle of the floor, and a wide array of microphones and different recording equipment were scattered all over.

Y/N turned back to look at Harry, finding him already looking at her in return, awaiting her reaction to the place. He was leaning against the doorway to the room, aimlessly turning one of the rings on his fingers.

“Wow. This is… this looks professional Harry. It’s very impressive.”

“It is professional. This is my whole career.”

“Jesus, are you like famous or something?”

Harry snickered, finally taking a step into the room and walking slowly towards her.

He found it both amusing and perplexing that she genuinely didn’t know who he was. At first, he had thought she just didn’t want to comment on it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But when she had asked what he did for a living, he realized, that maybe she honestly didn’t know. To be completely frank, a part of him found it refreshing. The other part of him though, the narcissist in him, found it extremely provoking.

“Yeah, I’m kind of famous, I guess you could say that.”

Y/N walked up to the large piano and leaned on it with her right arm. “Play me something then.” She insisted, nodding her head towards the instrument.

Harry shyly stepped closer, looking from the piano to her eyes a couple of times.

“Right now?”

It’s not because he didn’t want to, but believe it or not, Harry found himself to be quite nervous when he had to play in more intimate settings. A stadium full of people was no problem. A small room with only him and a beautiful girl he fancied, was a much bigger deal. He wanted to impress her. What if she didn’t like his music? What if that meant she didn’t want to see him anymore?

Surely Harry knew in the back of his mind, that Y/N was nowhere near that shallow. But all rationality is lost when falling for someone. At least that’s how he excused the thoughts to himself.  

“Yes, pretty please?” A doe eyed Y/N stood in front of him looking hopeful as ever.

Harry covered his face with both hands, before letting them run up through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it in frustration.

“So polite, it’s bloody annoying.” He sighed. “Can’t say no to you when you say please, can I?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders with a satisfied smile on her lips since he, much as she expected, gave into her request.

Defeatedly shaking his head, Harry sat down on the piano bench. Y/N turned in her standing position, so she was facing him fully, leaning her elbows on the piano while resting her chin in the palm of her hands.

The room fell silent, anticipation flowing around in the air between them.

She watched as his ring clad fingers slowly and carefully began to dance over the white and black keys, the beautiful sound of a melancholic melody reaching her ears.

He soon after began singing. His voice was soft, smooth. His lips attentively delivering the poetic lyric. His eyes were closed in concentration, a crease now formed between his brows.

In her head, Y/N compared it with a living piece of art unfolding before her, making goosebumps erupt on her skin. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

The song ended calmly, a few short notes marking the completion, and Harry opened his eyes for the first time in a while, daring himself to meet Y/N’s.

“Are you… Y/N oh my god, are you crying?” he asked standing up and hurriedly making his way over to her.

Y/N looked confused at first, before reaching up her hand to feel at her cheeks which, to her surprise, were wet with tears.

“Oh, I guess I am. I’m sorry.” She chuckled at the ridiculousness. “It was just incredible, Harry. It really was. Now I finally understand why you’re famous and all that.”

That made him laugh. “Oh, now you get it do you. Didn’t quite believe me before?” He looked her once over before taking a few careful steps closer.

“I had my doubts. Thank God you’re so talented though, you would’ve never gotten by on your looks alone.”

Harry slowly leaned in towards Y/N, supporting his hands on the piano on either side of her body, entrapping her in-between. The proximity made both their hearts beat the slightest bit faster.

“Don’t think me that handsome, no?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, still a playful smile on his face.

“No comment.” Y/N whispered; all air having disappeared from her lungs at his bold action. They were standing close, very close.

And they were both nervous. They could feel it on each other, and at the same time they realized, they both had been wanting this since yesterday when they met. They had both been longing for it. Daydreamt about it. Needed it.

Harry doubted he had ever moved so slowly before. He leaned in at an unbearable pace but couldn’t get himself to do it any quicker. He liked it; he had all the time in the world to admire her face. To look from her eyes which were filled with anticipation, to her lips which were slightly parted, just begging to be kissed. But just before his mouth reached hers, only a couple of centimetres separating them, Y/N put her small hand up to rest on his chest, pushing him slightly back.  

“I’m so sorry Harry I can’t do this.” She whispered, an unreadable look in her eyes.

Concern filled every feature on Harry’s face. He instinctively took a small step back, giving her the space, she had implied she needed. Though he said nothing to begin with, his thoughts were going a mile a minute cursing himself for somehow having ruined the moment.

“Is it something I’ve done? I’m so sorry Y/N, I should’ve asked you first I-” He rambled, trying to make up for it.

“No, it’s just…” Y/N interrupted, sighing deeply before apologetically muttering, “I don’t sleep with famous people.”

“What?” Now even more confused than before, he started to speak a couple of times, though no complete words ever formed, as he was apparently at a loss.

Y/N isn’t the most trained actress, and so it didn’t take long for her to break her otherwise convincing façade, that Harry had willingly believed. The distressed and utterly bewildered look on the man’s face, was enough to make her break out into a roaring laughter.

Realization struck Harry. She had fooled him once again, just like she had done a couple of hours earlier that day, when he had asked if she had a boyfriend.

And even though he was relieved that she had been joking, a sigh automatically leaving him, he didn’t laugh it off this time. No, he tilted his head to the side, taking a threatening step closer to her, regaining the proximity they’d had just a minute ago.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” A menacing attitude overtook him now, finally having the courage to do something about the feisty girl in front of him, since he now was certain she wanted him as well.

“I thought it a little funny, yes.” Y/N said, still chuckling a bit, trying to avoid proclaiming that she actually found it adorable, since she could imagine it would make the situation a bit more embarrassing for him.

“So, you enjoy teasing me?

“As I said, only a little. And I wouldn’t call it teasing. It’s more like… No, yeah, you’re right, it’s teasing.”

“That’s’ not very kind of you though, is it? And here I thought you were such a sweet little thing.”

Y/N could see his eyes slowly change; she could feel the shift in his demeanour. This was different than earlier today, he was starting to loosen up and return her playfulness, just like she wanted.  

“I just think you look so lovely when you’re all nervous and jittery.” She taunted, conveying a bit more confidence than Harry liked. He needed the upper hand now. Though he doubted he would ever succeed at that, considering he would fall to his knees at any time, just to please her.

“Hmm, you know what I think?” Harry grabbed Y/N’s jaw with his right hand, holding it still to keep her gaze on him. Something in her eyes changed at the gesture, which didn’t go unnoticed by him, encouraging him to go on.  

“I think you’d look lovely tied to my bed, begging me to make you cum, which is what you deserve after mocking me, not once but twice in the same day.”

As he suspected, her eyes immediately jittered away from his own, his taunting words making her shy. But he was having none of that as he squeezed her jaw a bit tighter, enjoying her now blushing cheeks.

Y/N’s eyes found his again at the action. She feared that he could see directly into her thoughts, at the slideshow of images rummaging through her head, all picturing the scenario he just described. Her underneath him. Him doing exactly what he’d want to with her. And as if he actually could read her mind, he leaned a bit closer, whispering in her ear.

“Oh, that made you stop talking. It’s something you would enjoy, yeah?”

“Please?” No other words seemed able to leave her mouth. It was all she could manage to say.

Harry clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to bend her over the piano and take her right there in his music studio, maybe even record some the sounds she would make, so he could listen to them later. That would be enough inspiration to write a whole damn album.

“God Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“As long as you fuck me first, I can definitely live with that.”

“That attitude is going to end up getting you in a lot of trouble sweet girl. You better watch your pretty little mouth, or I’m going to have to put it to better use.”

Harry could nearly see the next sarcastic comment about to come out of her, so before she was able, he leaned in clashing their lips together.

It took them both equally by surprise. But Harry just hadn’t been able to help himself anymore. He had exercised enough self-control for one day.

Heat rushed throughout their bodies. A desperate grabbing of hands began, needing to feel every inch of each other instantly.

Harry grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, while the other moved to caress his thumb over her cheek, still holding her jaw to keep her head in place, so he could control the kiss.

Y/N’s hands couldn’t seem to decide where they wanted to be. She ran them over his chest, savouring the defined muscles under her fingertips. And working like they had a mind of their own, she slowly ran them down his body. First feeling over his stomach which clenched under her touch, moving even further down and daringly slipping under the edges of his t-shirt. She nearly moaned at the direct contact to his skin and felt him shiver under her touch.

But Harry wouldn’t have it.

“Oh no, that’s unfair darling.” He whispered against her lips, catching her wrists in his right hand, and trapping them against his chest. Y/N opened her eyes, to find him smirking down at her.

“If you start touching me like that, this won’t last very long, and I would hate to leave such a pretty girl unsatisfied.”

Harry leaned in to kiss her again, first on the lips, then teasingly moving down her cheek towards her neck. Y/N automatically bend her head to the side, giving him more room to do his exploring. His tongue smoothed over her skin before biting down sure to leave a mark. She couldn’t help hissing at the stinging feeling, making arousal course throughout her body.

And Harry couldn’t wait any longer.

“So why don’t we start with you, yeah?” He bent down, throwing her over his shoulder, making a surprised shriek erupt from her.

“Are you taking me to your playroom now?” Y/N chuckled, not being able to bite her tongue as they made their way out into the hallway again. But she didn’t laugh for long, because only a second later she felt a sharp pain on her behind.

“Did you just slap my ass?” she asked, shocked by his action.

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again if you don’t behave” Harry muttered in a threatening tone, but she could practically hear the smile that failed to leave his lips.

Not long after, Y/N felt herself being thrown down onto what she could only assume was a bed, with a grinning Harry standing above her.

She lifted herself onto her elbows, looking around their new location. A king-sized bed was spread out beneath her, taking up most of the room. But that didn’t matter, because right in front of the bed, was yet another floor to ceiling window, overlooking the ocean, making the room seem much bigger.

Y/N couldn’t help but imagine entire days spent laying on that bed with Harry beside her, needing nothing else than each other’s company and that breathtaking panorama view.

Her eyes found Harrys again, already looking at her.

He reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Y/N could never in a million years have prepared herself for the ridiculously gorgeous vision that was revealed to her. Harrys entire chest and stomach was covered in tattoos, big as small, and he looked like pure sex. That was the only way she could think to describe it.

Harry studied her reaction, letting his ego grow more and more, as her eyes scanned over him with adoration and desire written all over her face. And as if that wasn’t enough, he continued to undress, taking her stare as an invitation to continue.

With one hand Harry opened his belt and pulled it out from his jeans, before unzipping and and stepping out them, only remaining in his boxers

For few seconds he stood there, basically naked and looked at her as if he was contemplating something in his head.

It was like he wanted to give her a heart attack.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N asked carefully.

“I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with you.” Harry replied, putting one knee on the bed and slowly crawling in between her legs to hover over her.

“Because as much as I want to take it nice and slow, I don’t think I’m going to be able to, when I first get that dress off you.” He muttered slowly, as if more talking to himself. And Y/N didn’t really hear him anyway, much too concentrated on the way he was touching her. Because while he was talking, his right hand came up to her cheek drawing his fingers over her soft skin, down over her neck, continuing down between her breasts and stomach until he finally found the hem of her dress. That damned little dress. He wanted to rip it off her, with the promise of buying her a thousand new ones. 

But he behaved himself.

Y/N’s breath hitched as he gripped her thigh slipping his hand upward while taking the dress with him, uncovering her leg inch by inch until her panties became visible. White, lace panties.

It was almost like she was doing it on purpose, Harry thought to himself. Like she was such a mind reader, that she had predicted just what would make him go insane. Feral.

He could slowly feel himself getting harder and harder in his boxers.

He looked up at her face again, only to find her eyes closed and mouth open, waiting for him to do something.

“Can I touch you, please?” Harry nearly whimpered above her.

“Yes.” Y/N sighed. But that wasn’t enough.

“You need to say it Y/N, the whole sentence.”

She opened her eyes for a moment, analysing the serious look on his face.

“Yes, you can touch me, god you can do whatever you want with me.” Her voice was filled with so much conviction, that Harry sincerely believed that she would let him do whatever he wanted, and it made sinister thoughts overtake his mind. He squeezed her thigh just a bit harder.

“Careful Darling, or I might do just that, which implies you never leaving this bed again, so I can keep you like this.”

To Y/N’s ears the words sounded like a promise, since right at that moment nothing would make her happier.

Sitting up on his knees, with her thighs spread on either side of him, he reached for her dress with both hands, and carefully gliding it up her body, revealing more and more of the heaven that was hidden beneath. Softly he whispered for her to lift her arms above her head, which she compliantly did until the dress was off. And he was pleased to find, that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

Immediately as if he just couldn’t contain himself, he reached out to touch her breasts, massaging them gently. His fingers soon found her hardened nipples, pulling at them a little which made another hissed sigh leave her.

Unhurriedly he let his hands glide from her breasts, down over the sides of her body, taking his sweet time to feel her skin shivering from his touch, making a direct path to her panties, and pulling them down until they were completely out of the way.

Harry felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest, as he had the privilege of looking at a naked Y/N below him. It was a heavenly sight, and he thought to himself that he could never make her understand what a wonder it was to see a body like hers at his mercy. It made unspeakable thoughts turn in his mind.

He leaned over her again with a need to kiss her, licking his tongue into her mouth, wanting to swallow the moan he knew was coming.

Y/Ns back arched in pleasure as Harry glided his ring and middle finger through her already wet folds. Blood pumped through him at the feeling, making him harder than he dared believe he had ever been before.

“You’re so wet love, have barely touched you yet.” He breathed, continuing to tease her entrance.

Unimaginable sounds left Y/N at the near unbearable sensation he was causing, his words sending her into even more of a frenzy. Everything inside her turned, and she feared she was already ruined without even having climaxed yet.

Harrys eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while he looked down to watch his fingers now slowly pumping in and out of her and curling them at just the right place, as if he was sculpting a piece of art and being careful not to ruin it.

Y/N’s hands gripped his hair, pulling at the ends of his curls in desperate need to hold on to something to ground her, or she was sure she would combust from the pure bliss invading every inch of her.

“Come on sweet girl you’re nearly there. I can feel you clenching around my fingers, that’s it, come for me.” Harry coaxed.

Y/N was shaking as she felt the euphoria wash over her, immediately turning into a whimpering mess beneath him, just like Harry wanted. He loved it.

And he needed more from her, convinced that he had never experienced such an enjoyable thing in his entire life, as watching her fall apart because of him.

Y/N squirmed, trying to shy away from his still persistent touch.

“Yeah, you’re sensitive I know angel” Harry mocked, his thumb still circling her swollen clit.

“But you need to stay still for me sweet girl or I’m going to have to do what I said earlier and tie you down.”  

That made Y/N moan again, and she could already feel another orgasm approaching.

Her brain was not functioning properly, lost in the sensation of overstimulation. And even though she tried to tell him how good he made her feel, nothing but erratic sounds of pleasure came out of her.

“Harry, I’m-” She managed to stammer.

“I know honey, can feel you.” Harry responded, satisfied with the state he managed to get her in. Though he had other, more sinister ideas in mind.

An unsatisfied sound left Y/N as Harry pulled his fingers completely out of her dripping pussy.

“What, what are you doing, why did you stop?” Y/N wept, desperate to feel his touch again.

“Because I decide when you get to come, and I wanted the next time to be with me inside of you. I can’t wait to feel you any longer.”

He simply couldn’t. Harry was painfully hard by now.

He then grabbed each side of her waist and quickly flipped her around, so she was laying on her stomach. He swiftly discarded his underwear, throwing them somewhere in the room behind him, before leaning over Y/N again.

Now she was entrapped beneath him in a laying doggy position, with his arms on either side of hers, spread out above her head with their hands intertwined. She enjoyed the feeling of his bare chest colliding with her back, felling his warm skin against hers was a whole other kind of sensation, a comforting one and it managed to ground her for a minute.

“Hmm I quite enjoy this position. I’m in complete control now. Can do what I want with you, yeah?” She could feel his hardened member against her entrance, and Harry couldn’t help himself but grind desperately against her, feeling his tip sweeping through her wet folds.

“Are you ready for me love?”

“Yes I am.” Y/N whimpered.

With that Harry eagerly pushed inside, both of them letting out relieved moans at the sensation of finally being connected.

He stilled for a moment, just enjoying her warmth and softness entrapping him within her. But that didn’t do well for Y/N, as she began to wiggle underneath him, trying to get the friction she so desperately needed.

“Impatient, are we?” Harry chuckled, putting more of his weight down on her, to keep her still.

“Move, please.” She sighed, furrowing her eyebrows in discontent.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you beg me.”

He started moving again, complete euphoria overtaking the both of them at the feeling. He went faster and harder, enjoying the way her ass jiggled against him at the impact. Sweetly he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, in complete contrast to his harsh thrusts, but he just couldn’t help himself, needing to touch her as much as possible.

“You feel so good darling, you’re being such a good girl for me” he groaned.

“How does it feel Y/N, tell me.”

That he wanted, no that he expected her to be able to articulate a proper sentence right in that moment was beyond her comprehension. That seemed like an impossible task, and she only managed to stutter out his name a few times.

“Yeah, go on. Tell. Me.” he gritted again, emphasising the last two words with a thrust each.

Harry could feel his ego growing at her failed attempts. He had made her to be that way. A mumbling mess trying her hardest to follow his request, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He was already addicted to her, in every possible way. This, he would never get enough of, and for only a second his mind drifted to the thought, that he would do practically anything to keep her here with him.

“Amazing. Harry, you feel… feels amazing.”  Y/N managed to stammer, just barely realizing what she was saying.

But it edged Harry on, nonetheless.

“You’re clenching around me again darling. Come on, come with me this time.” he persuaded.

And Y/N wanted nothing more. It didn’t take long before they were both blubbering messes, tangled completely in each other, letting the ecstasy overtake their bodies. Harry couldn’t help the profanities that slipped from his mouth as he came inside her, nearly crying of pleasure as he could feel her milking him of everything he had.

It was nothing like they’d ever experienced before.

Carefully Harry slipped out of YN again, mindful not to hurt her.

A little hiss left her at the sudden empty feeling, and she felt the warmth of Harrys body disappearing behind her, as he got up from the bed to retrieve some tissues.

Y/N could barely open her eyes as Harry came back. She was completely fucked. Literally.

“Just going to clean you up baby, stay still for me.” He mumbled, attentively clearing the mess he made.

Y/N was slowly drifting off as harry came back and laid down beside her again.

Silence surrounded them as they cuddled up in each other, trying to calm down.

Y/N let her mind wander, beginning to daydream as she so often did. She dreamt about quitting her job back home to move here permanently, working full time in the bookshop, closing it down whenever Harry would need to go somewhere for work. As long as she was next to him, she would follow him to the end of the world.

Little did she know, that for the first time in a while Harry was daydreaming as well. Harry was dreaming about taking Y/N with him around the world on tour, introducing her to all the amazing cultures he would encounter on his trips. He would love nothing more than to explore the greatest cities and adventure in bookshops with her, buying her all the books she wanted.

Only to always return to here, right here where it began.

They both saw a future before them, a future which they two days ago didn’t even know could exist.

In a way, it was surreal. But still maybe the realest both of them had felt in a long time.

“Harry?” Y/N whispered sweetly, with her hand laying on his chest. Harry slowly opened his eyes again at her inquiry, a contempt look on his face.

“Yes, my sweet thing?”

“I am in fact really hungry now.”’

“Yeah, I’m starving as well.”

“We should go make something.” Y/N started to get up from the bed, removing the covers from her body and sitting up, but was quickly stopped by an arm around her waist.

“Hold up, where do you think you’re going?” Harry asked, pulling her into his body again.

Y/N tilted her head to the side, before replying with a soft “Making dinner?”, as if they hadn’t just agreed they both were hungry.

A wicked smile appeared on Harrys lips, and the devil in his eyes was clear as day.

“I’ve got my dinner right here.” He claimed, quickly rolling over her body to capture her beneath him.

“Harry I can’t, Jesus.” Y/N sighed out, as he began to kiss from her neck, down her still naked body, stopping with his mouth right in front of her pussy.

But Y/N didn’t fool anybody. She could already feel herself getting wet again, and Harry could practically see it happening with every breath of his that hit her sensitive core.

“It’s going to be a long night darling. As long as you’re within my reach, I’m consistently insatiable.”

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Silver Springs - Part Six

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use, smut 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Posting a day early because I'm celebrating seeing Greta Van Fleet with my best friend tonight!!!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter (especially you, Sammy Nation!) and I'll see you on the other side!

WC: 2492

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Sam and Harlow merely stared at each other for a few moments before he stepped aside, letting her into his hotel room. She was holding a small clutch bag that Sam hadn’t seen with her earlier, but it was embroidered with violets that matched her jumpsuit. She was visibly nervous, her fingers twitching against the clutch in her hand when they weren’t brushing her bangs out of her face or making sure the straps of her jumpsuit were in place.

The silence between them was wrought with tension again. In the half an hour since their kiss, it had built back up, and neither wanted to be the first to take a stab at deflating it. Harlow cleared her throat gently, looking around the room, at the cheap art hung on the yellowing walls.

“Would you like a drink?” Sam finally uttered, gesturing to the small table in the room. An ice bucket sat, filled with half melted ice, and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Sam himself wasn’t a whiskey drinker, but it had been a gift from the hotel for them staying there.

“I’d like an explanation.” Harlow stared straight into Sam’s eyes, making him swallow anxiously. “You kissed me.” Sam ran his tongue over his teeth, nodded gently.

“I did.”

“You lied.” 

“I did not.” 

Harlow gave Sam an incredulous look before tossing her clutch onto his bed. Her hands found a home on her hips.

“You said you didn’t hate me.” Sam shrugged noncommittally. “That’s a lie.”

“It’s not,” Sam replied. Harlow groaned and splayed her own hand over her face, like she was battling a terrible headache before looking back up at the tall man in front of her. There was a smile of disbelief and aggravation on her face, and she bit her lower lip softly before speaking again.

“You don’t hate me, you just hurl insults at me all day and night for fun?” she scoffed. “This isn’t a schoolyard Sam, you’re not going to push me down on the asphalt and come and kiss my scraped knee when the other boys aren’t looking.”

“And what have you been doing? Hmm?” Sam cocked an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, matching her defensive posture. “You antagonize me right back, don’t act like you don’t.”

“Oh please, Sam,” Harlow rolled her eyes. “I stopped that after the first week.”

“You did?” Sam asked mockingly. He gave an exaggerated frown, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess hanging off of my brother twenty-four seven wasn’t to get at me?”

“God, you are truly a narcissist!” Harlow laughed. “Josh is my friend. We had a quick connection but it’s nothing more. At least he got to know me while you were off skulking in the dark.”

“Oh and him holding onto you, his hand on your back, that’s how friends hold one another?” Sam sneered. Harlow’s eyes sparked with recognition, and Sam instantly regretted his words.

“Are you jealous, Sam?” she smirked. “Are you jealous that you think your brother is touching me?”

“I’m not-“

“Oh, but you are. I can see it. You’re positively radiating green.” Harlow nearly giggled as she stepped forward. 

“I don’t believe in your aura bullshit, Harlow, that means nothing.”

“I’m not talking about your aura,” she shook her head, nearly giddy. “You can see it in your skin. You look sicker and sicker when one of us mentions Josh.”

“Harlow,” Sam warned as she stepped closer.

“What?” she blinked innocently. “You seem to think I’m so easy I’d let your brother in my bed, let’s talk about it.” when she was point blank in front of him, she stared up into his deep brown eyes, challenging him. “Where do you think I’ve let him touch?”

“I don’t-“

“Don’t what, Sam?” Harlow blinked up at him, cutting him off again and pressing him further. “Are you going to tell me the truth? Do you think I’m fucking your brother? Does the thought of it drive you impossibly mad?”

Sam stayed silent, glowering down at her as his cheeks reddened. Harlow clicked her tongue against the inside of her teeth and hummed satisfactorily. 

“Guess I was right.” Harlow moved, grabbing her clutch off the bed and going to pass by Sam. In the blink of an eye, he had her by the upper arms, pressing her back against the wall of his hotel room. Sam’s grip was firm, yet lax, Harlow could rip herself away easily if she wanted to. He pressed his forehead to hers gently, eyes closed, already breathing like he ran a marathon. Harlow’s eyes were wide, waiting for his next move, yet they showed no fear.

“Tell me,” Sam breathed. “Tell me you want me.” his eyes opened slowly, gazing down into hers. “Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.” 

Sam’s hands were thrown off of Harlow’s arms as she moved them, and he stumbled back, but quickly regained himself as she threw her arms around his neck, having to hop to her tiptoes even in her platform shoes for her lips to reach his. Sam’s arms wound around her waist, holding her tightly to his body. His palms swept over the silk as one of her hands stayed tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sliding down the front of his shirt and underneath the undone buttons. 

Her hand on his skin felt electric, the feeling surging through his veins, causing him to tug her tighter to him. Sam could swear her felt the hair on his arms stand straight up as the taste of leftover champagne on her tongue and her sweet perfume enveloped his senses. Sam’s hands moved up Harlow’s back, rounding her shoulders, gently Sam slid his fingers underneath the thin straps, letting them slide down her shoulders. Harlow’s hands came up, fumbling until she found the two buttons of Sam’s shirt that had been fastened. She undid them and Sam followed her lead, taking the shirt and almost tearing it off his body.

Harlow slipped her arms from the straps, and her jumpsuit fell, leaving her near nude in front of Sam, save for her heels and panties. In the dim lamp light, her eyes sparkled up at him, and Sam thought he could see a hit of insecurity there, but it flickered away as soon as it appeared. Her hand came up, resting on Sam’s bare chest, gently pushing and walking him back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Catching the hint, Sam let himself sit on the edge of the bed, welcoming Harlow as she straddled his lap, accepting her kiss as her hands wound into his hair. His open palms covered the expanse of her back, rubbing up and down slowly as he held her body to his. Her warm body under his hands felt like no other, his heart was beating out of his chest, whether it was from lack of oxygen between fevered kisses or excitement he wasn’t sure.

Harlow pulled back, shaking her hair back over her shoulders, catching her breath. Her hands fell from Sam’s neck and hair down to Sam’s belt buckle. It felt like an eternity as her hands worked the buckle and the button and fly of his pants before Sam’s erection was finally freed. A sigh tumbled out of his open lips as Harlow grasped him in her fist, pumping him slowly. 

Sam was mesmerized by Harlow, watching as she let a string of spit fall from her mouth onto the the tip of his cock, rubbing her hand over it to slicken it, making his thigh twitch. He brought a hand up to the back of her head, fisting in her hair and bringing her forward, locking her lips in a fiery kiss. Her bottom lip was still wet from the spit and Sam eagerly licked it, humming as she squeezed her hand around him. His other hand reached forward moving her panties to the side, letting his fingers glide through Harlow’s fold, a small smirk tugging his lips at how wet she already was. 

“Sam,” she sighed, resting her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering closed. Her voice was like honey to him, and he wanted more. He let the rough pads of his fingers circle her clit, causing her to draw in a shaky breath. Her hand had stilled on his cock, her hips thrusting softly against his hand. Sam leaned forward, his lips trailing from her cheek to her neck, nipping softly where her neck and shoulder meet, drawing another moan from her. 

Harlow suddenly moved his hand away, startling Sam slightly, but his eyes closed and head fell back as she merely scooted forward on his lap, rubbing her soaked pussy against his hard, straining cock. She was so warm against him, Sam could only imagine her warmth once he was fully inside.

“Say it again,” Harlow’s voice was slightly raspy as she commanded Sam, her body moving against his, bringing his tip closer and closer to her entrance. “Please, Sam, say it.”

“I want you,” Sam groaned, sucking in a sharp breath. “Fuck Harlow I need you.” Harlow grinned devilishly and finally positioned herself over his cock, slowly sinking down. They both let out a satisfied sigh of relief once they were joined. Sam’s large hands gripped Harlow’s hips, guiding her rhythm as she rolled her hips against his. Leaning forward, Sam captured one of Harlow’s nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

The sounds spilling from Harlow’s lips were intoxicating to Sam, sending shivers up his spine and urging him to pull more from her. He nibbled gently on the swollen bud before moving to the other one, feeling her fingertips run into his hair, scratching his scalp and holding his face to her breast. Sam followed her lead, humming against her skin as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Harlow swiveled her hips in response, and Sam pulled away with a groan.

“Fuck you feel good,” Sam moaned, his head tilted back. Harlow took advantage of his open mouth, licking into it with her tongue while one of her palms rested on his long neck, giving the sides the daintiest squeeze, sending another moan through his body to hers. Their bodies writhed together, moans falling from their lips as they both moved to satisfy their own needs as well as each others. Harlow began to tremble, Sam could feel her thighs quaking and her hand shaking slightly around his neck.

“Are you close?” Sam whispered in her ear as he brought a strong hand up her back, pressing her into his body as she was grinding against his hips while he took over the thrusting, his other arm supporting himself on the bed. Her head fell forward as she whimpered, nodding against his shoulder. “You wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over my cock, baby?”

“Yes Sam,” Harlows voice was whisper soft, her body beginning to shudder. “Please don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on stopping,” Sam chuckled between labored breaths. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Sam felt near suffocated but the heat between them, her hair sticking to his neck as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning out as he began using his one arm to pull her body down to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck,” Harlow cried out, biting down on Sam’s shoulder as she came to keep from screaming, causing Sam to suck in a harsh breath.

“Just a little more, baby,” Sam grunted in her ear, his hand falling to her waist and holding her hip again, beginning to pound up into her fast and quick, building her back up to another orgasm before her first one faded away. 

“Saaaam!” she whined, her voice juttering with the force of Sam’s hips and movements. “Oh god!”

“That’s it baby,” Sam coaxed Harlow through her second orgasm, steadily approaching his own. He grabbed the back of her hair, gently tugging her head back, making her look at him. His hand came down the side of her face, letting his thumb trace over her lips, tugging her bottom lip down until she opened her mouth, taking the digit and sucking on it gently. That was all it took for Sam to unravel, her eyes locked with his. He took his hand away from her face and brought his to hers in a kiss, slowly falling back against the bed and bringing her with him.

Throughout the night, Sam and Harlow couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The walls were down, and in the privacy of Sam’s hotel room, they were only each others. At one point, Sam woke up after dozing off and couldn’t feel Harlow next to him. He sat up, looking towards the door to see if her clothes were gone. 

Her jumpsuit was still in it’s heap on the floor near the entryway, the expensive silk wrinkling as it sat, and Sam looked towards the balcony, seeing the door open. Crawling out of the twisted sheets, he pulled on his boxer briefs and found Harlow, standing outside in nothing but her panties and Sam’s button down from the night, pulled together and held with her one arm across her torso. Her other hand held a cigarette to her lips as she stared out at the Chicago skyline. Sam wordlessly joined her, taking the cigarette from her hand as she held it out to him, taking a drag.

“What do you want to do?” Harlow asked softly. Sam knew what she was asking, and stayed silent as he slowly exhaled the smoke. He watched as lights in some of the buildings began to turn on, people getting up in the early mornings to start their days. He briefly wondered what it was like, to live normally like that, a nine to five with a traffic commute to come home to children and a spouse, or maybe to nothing.

“Whatever you want to do.” Sam replied, handing back the cigarette. Harlow took a pull, holding back an eye roll. As she blew out the smoke from the corner of her mouth. She turned towards him, stubbing out the smoke on the balcony railing. 

“I want to see where this goes.” she admitted to him, tugging Sam’s shirt tighter to her against the chill of the early morning air. 

“So then, we’ll see where it goes.” Sam nodded, looking down at her. Harlow reached up her free hand, giving his beard a small scratching under his chin before hopping up on her tiptoes and pressing a soft, slow kiss to his lips. 

“One place I want this to go is back under those covers, and warm my body up.” Harlow’s eyes glimmered up at him as she smirked. Sam moved towards the sliding screen and pulled it open, gesturing back inside.

“After you, baby."

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well, if it isn't the Golden Star Singer himself! finally got a REF of his human-animatronic version of himself! name: Fredbear age: 40-49 gender: male species: robot bear (or whatever you wanna call it) likes: singing, performing, cooking, writing music, naps and accomplishments. dislikes: idiocy (he deals with it 24/7) loud noises, being seen as a failure, losing his voice, confrontation, being unable to sleep, and of course, stupidly hates Afton. personality: laid back, but sometimes sarcastic, takes no one's shit, but can take jokes. is mostly tired as he is a workaholic, insomniac and is a LITTLE depressed from time to time, but usually just tired from working all the time. has a BEAUTIFUL voice, he's the singer of his Diner after all, he's also almost a mother hen to his little brothers (yeah, i gave him siblings. and they are Golden Freddy and Springtrap (WITHOUT purple guy, don't go there please, it's an AU not canon) he's kinda like a fatherly laidback DILF minus the flirting as he'll either friend-zone or just shrug off the flirts. The Fading Light AU is basically a love story between Nightmare and Fredbear. story time: before Fredbear, Nightmare or "Nightbear" was one of Afton's first creations along with "NightBonnie, NightFreddy, NightChica and NightFoxy and NightMangle" that he abandoned before "Nightbear" and the others even knew Afton existed. Afton left them to rot in a place called "The Scraped Mind Inc." where dead/too damaged/unwanted animatronics go to either die or suffer. they would either just throw you into the "boiler" to turn you into liquid metal, or straight up torture you and experiment on you until you die or break. you can.....kinda guess how Nightmare became Nightmare. full of rage, anger, hurt, and pure hatred for humans. eventually, they escape after 3 long agonizing years, but the damage was already done. they went from being big cuddly animatronics for kids to big dangerous and angry nightmares. and trust me, the LIVE UP to their names. now let's say that during those 3 years, Afton created Golden Freddy, Springtrap and the main star of the show: Fredbear. now idk if you know about this, BUT....Afton sucks ass as a person. now let me tell you about Afton before i tell you about Fredbear: so! William Afton....oh this mothafucka...so, we all know that in the 1970's and the 1980's there was still a lot of discrimination against basically anyone who is different the "wrong" way, say like gay, trans, emo, goth, punk rock, anything boomers would find even the little excuses to be shitty to those they dislike. now this was BEFORE the incident of losing both his daughter and son (C.C. and Elizabeth) and has a really rocky relationship with Michael, he was already an absolute grouch and cold bastard. doesn't help that he and his wife were fighting to hell (bro literally slept with Henry Emily's wife for years behind both their backs) even before all that he was a narcissist, manipulator and self' absorbed. pretty much the type you think he's a good guy, but he really really isn't. not to mention he has a really bad jealousy problem.

so when he found out that Fredbear was the best in keeping his Diner open, he took full advantage. but he's not a nice guy. he treated the 3 golden brothers like utter shit. saying they're not worth it, they are just objects for entertainment. and he'd even threaten them if they try to step out of line.....so yeah, there's my Afton for you. BACK to Fredbear! on the outside, he "looks" fine, but, on the inside, he's fucking MISERABLE to the point where he barely feels any strong emotions anymore thanks to all the shit Afton put him through. Fredbear doesn't want to leave the diner because he enjoys entertaining kids and adults and he loves to sing! (Fredbear has the most GORGEOUS singing voice, and is the main thing that got Afton making some hard ass money) he also CAN'T leave the diner, because what you think Fredbear's gonna end up? The Scraped Mind Inc. and Goldie and Springy know about it, and they're doing the best they can to help Fredbear get his spirit up again. now, fun fact: Goldie and Springy are the goofball idiots. the knucklehead duo. but mostly because they'll do the most outrageous things but end up working very well, but when they're just doing normal things, they end up in the most hilarious and weirdest situations. like a cartoon. now Goldie and Springy give Afton HELL as pay back for how he treats Fredbear, but of course, it was never enough. Fredbear is CONSTANTLY over-worked, never appreciated and is overall depressed and tired all the time. but he always puts a smile on his face to keep the diner going. now on how Nightmare and Fredbear meet? it's a bit complicated. Nightmare was out one night, heading home after MAYBE taking someone's life, when he heard it.....Fredbear's LOVELY voice, singing OH so beautifully! and being a big black bear, he can easily look through the window without getting caught. and boi...when i tell you it's love at first sight, the second Nightmare saw Fredbear, he fell in love instantly and he fell in love HARD! the man INSTANTLY went from being this cold, cruel and tough bastard to pervy loving mushy bear. and it left Nightmare HELLA confused! he never fell in love before, and at first he had NO IDEA how to address his feelings, so he did have a few yanderish tendencies. but he's smart, and he knew he didn't want to scare Fredbear. so at first, he watched Fredbear perform along with Goldie and Springy. admiring, and learning about Fredbear. hell, ever since he first saw Fredbear, his buddies noticed a change in him.so let's say, one night, Nightmare decided to pay Fredbear a visit, it was after hours and Fredbear was doing his round before he takes over the office for his unending nightshift. so the first meeting was......nerve racking and very awkward. mostly because Nightmare decided to meet Fredbear in the dark pitch black powerful (give the man some credit, this the VERY first time falling in love, he went through hell and has no idea how to express himself that doesn't look like a threat, my boi trying his best) scared the hell out of Fredbear, but boy, howdy did Springy and Goldie INSTANTLY went to Fredbear's protection. which makes it very funny how Nightmare is nearly over 15 feet tall, Fredbear (before becoming nightmare Fredbear) was 7.3 feet tall, Springy is 6.7 and Goldie is 6.2 feet tall. now imagine that! {MORE COMING SOON!}

[burrowbabe]

Give and Take - Chapter 5

"Travis is here." you respond, grimacing in his direction.

She turns to look over her shoulder.

" ... and he's coming this way."

Your ex proved to be one of then worst people on the planet. While that is the consensus amongst most couples who have broken up, you like to believe he takes the cake.

He quickly makes it to your table in a few strides with a smug look on his face.

"Hey guys. Long time, no see."

He leans his arm on the back of your chair, looking down at you.

"Can I help you?" you question with a look of disgust on your face.

"Just being friendly, Anna."

"For once ..." you quip. "I'm trying to have a nice night with my friends if you don't mind, thanks."

He looks around the table as if waiting for someone to beg him to stay. Of course, no one does considering your past with him. Your friends were never his friends despite what he thinks.

"Nice to see no one has changed." He mutters.

Putting his hands up to surrender, he backs away from the table.

"Jeez ... tough crowd. I'll be seeing you around." he directs at you with a wink.

With a roll of your eyes, you quietly apologize to the table for the interruption and motion for the waitress to bring the check.

"No, no. Please, it's my treat." Joe insists, taking the check and handing over his credit card.

"I just want to get out of here." you say and the rest of the group thanks Joe for dinner.

"He's a tool Anna. Forget about it!" Tana says, caressing your back on the car ride home.

"I'm fine ... just annoyed is all."

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a stress headache coming on.

"He always does this. Pops up out of the blue to remind me how miserable our relationship was."

"He must be looking for me to beat his ass again." your brother comments from the row behind, garnering a defeated laugh from you.

"Who was that girl?" Tana wonders aloud.

"I don't know, and I don't care." You reply, watching the nightlife whizz by the window to distract yourself.

--

Travis was a class A narcissist. You had met him for the first time at 15 years old when you attended the Grammy's after party. You had swept the rap category with your debut album.

As you awkwardly made small talk with your music idols, Travis had approached you, offering to sneak you some alcohol. Taking him up on his offer, you and him sipped champagne behind some bushes. He was charming, he made you laugh, and he was incredibly handsome.

You didn't meet again for 2 years, spotting him at a night club one night with your friends. From there, you both were inseparable.

3 long years of dating turned into the most tumultuous experience of your life. The honeymoon phase was far over just a couple months in, but you were convinced that if you love someone, you make it work no matter the circumstances.

It had been 10 months since your very public breakup, and running into him was not getting any easier.

--

It seemed everyone had caught on to the fact that your mood was soiled for the rest of the night. So, the group went their separate ways when the town car dropped you off at your house.

You let the hot water run down your neck and shoulders for a long while, hoping it would relieve some of the tension your ex had caused.

While you felt more comfortable in your sweats, you still weren't totally relaxed.

When you go downstairs, you see Tana passed out on one side of the couch and Joe watching TV.

"Where'd everyone go?" you ask as you approach the living room. Pausing the movie he was watching, Joe turns to look at you.

"Ja'Marr went to meet some friends at the club, Nick went home, and your brother invited a girl over." he explains with a shrug.

Nodding your head with pursed lips, you sit down on the couch next to Joe.

He resumes the movie for a while, you both just silently enjoying Pootie Tang.

"Are you OK?" he asks after a long while.

Taking a deep breath, you shrug.

"Yeah I guess."

You bite your inner cheek and make eye contact. He looks at you intently, noticing the glaze over your eyes from tears that could spill any second.

"I don't even like his music anyway." Joe says, drawing a weak smile from you.

"He's terrible." you say, shaking your head.

A beat of silence goes by.

"I can't say that I didn't see the gossip in the media when you guys broke up. I don't know how guys can just dog girls like that." Joe says.

"Me neither." You mutter. "Took me a long time to figure it out."

You meet Joe's eyes as he nods. You can feel tears rush to your eyes and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. You didn't even feel sad about the situation anymore, just incredibly exhausted by having to rehash it.

Biting your lower lip, you swallow hard to keep from looking like you were ready to burst into tears.

"I think I'm just gonna put myself to bed." You say, getting up from the couch. "Goodnight."

"Night." He replies. When you're gone, Joe is too lost in his thoughts to realize Tana was awake.

"There is some serious tension there." She says, snapping Joe out of his trance.

"What do you mean?"

"You were totally 2 seconds away from kissing." She says, matter-of-factly.

Shaking his head with a furrowed brow Joe denies it.

"If you say so." She says, definitely not convinced.

"He hit her you know." She says, causing Joe's head to whip around.

"What?"

"Right here in the house. They had a fight and he punched her and threw her down the stairs. Him and AJ got into a brawl, the cops came ... all that." She explains.

"Are you kidding me? That's insane!" Joe replies, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe it. All because she confronted him about cheating on her." She scoffs and shakes her head.

"She disappeared back home to New York for like 4 months and we didn't hear from her. She was really fucked up over the whole situation. Then randomly she just showed up again, happy as hell." Tana continues.

"Do you think she's OK now?" He asks.

"She's stronger than me, that's for sure. I think she just needed a break from LA. She's definitely back to her old self, which we're all happy about, but I do think she should branch out and find someone new." Tana says, whipping the blanket off of herself.

"Welp, I'm going up to my room. See ya in the morning Joey boy."

Joe spends the next few minutes staring off into space in silence, going over what Tana had told him. Call it mid-Western, mama's boy values, or just plain morals, but he was furious that someone could disrespect a woman like Travis had disrespected Anna.

He couldn't imagine hurting Anna, or any woman for that matter intentionally. She was different, nothing like he had ever encountered before.

He was attracted to her confidence and success, her kindness and generosity, and their difference in upbringing and culture intrigued him.

He put himself to bed that night fantasizing about the ways he would treat Anna differently than her ex. This somehow aroused him and he ignored the urge to touch himself, at least for tonight.

One step at a time. He tells himself.

He wanted whatever might transpire between he and Anna to be organic.

Friends first. He thinks.

Whatever distrust she had in men romantically, he was determined to fix that.

[undoundue]

the sexual act

jakob and anathema lay in bed: jakob over the covers, anathema under.

“you know,” jakob said like a thief, “freud once said that every sexual act involves four people. the two lovers, and each lover’s projected fantasy of the other.” 

“only four?” anathema said mildly.

jakob’s brows became anxious. see, jakob? that’s what you get for trying to be clever while naked. “yeah, only four. unless you got more?”

“i read, i don’t remember where, maybe lacan, that it takes a minimum of nine.”

“nine!?”

“mmm-hmm.” and she yawned.

ah, anathema: you’re one of those girls who hates to try, but loves to win. how brittle your seashell heart must be!

anathema’s voice went professorial. “first, there’s us: two atomic, untouching intelligences. then, like you said, the fantasied objects of desire. you didn’t mention, but, usually oedipal.”

“okay,” jakob said, then with a twitch of the mouth decided he had conceded too much. “maybe.”

“then there’s the repressed part of each person.” a solemn nod. well, at least grad studentorial. “often the most revealing part, sexually.” 

“i don’t repress,” jakob said, “do you repress? maybe you repress.”

“of course you repress, jakob,” anathema said, stroking his hand. “whatever you aren’t, your unconscious is, you know? so if you’re a skinny, sensitive, poet-type, then your unconscious is obese, uncouth, illiterate.”

“i bet he eats pussy like a king though,” jakob said, “what’s yours?”

anathema touched her cheek. “dunno. i’m well-integrated.”

“coward,” jakob said.

“well, fine,” anathema said, “if i had to guess, she’s sickly, nervous, complains a lot, an aging nurse with eau de nicotine and chronic cough, holding a coffee mug that warns against conversing with the holder before the liquid therein is consumed.”

“you lost me,” jakob squinted, “is this like, your aunt, or something?”

anthema flushed. why who can say? perhaps, like many girls whose beauty is mathematical, she was guarded against even the mention of numbers that didn’t add up. 

“doesn’t matter. that’s six,” she said.

an imperceptible nod.

“then there’s each person’s identification with the other person,” anathema said, “the empathic radar sweep—pleasure? pain?—which rebounds into narcissistic gratification, ‘i am making them feel this way.’ ”

anathema pulled up the sheets. “that’s eight. it’s kind of cold in here?”

“the thermostat says 72. but c’mon, is empathy really needed to enjoy the music of mutual orgasm? i mean, just from the you know, pavlovian…ah…”

jakob trailed off.

“you don’t empathize?” anathema asked.

“no, i’m autistic,” jakob said.

pause.

“i guess i knew that,” anathema acknowledged. “anyway, last, but not least, is the excluded third party.”

“huh,” jakob said. he scanned her eyes to see if any excluded third parties were present, but could see nothing clearly in her black coffee eyes. “you mean excluded ninth party.”

“sure.” anathema smiled without humor. “the excluded ninth party includes everyone not involved in the sexual act, who by their exclusion, are thereby included: referee, nightmare, voyeur.”

jacob looked out the dust-dried window, then at his the weather app on his phone. the sky was bright and blue, but the air was rumored cold. thus a distinction between light and heat was implied.

“ ‘who by their exclusion, are therby included,’ ” jakob said.

“that’s what i said,” anathema replied coolly.

“given that such a quorum is required,” jakob said, “it’s a wonder anyone has sex at all.”

“actually, they don’t.”

“they don’t?”

 anathema shrugged. “i mean, according to lacan.”

silence seemed to enter through the window, although there was doubtless more noise outside than within. by degrees, the earth turned its face away from the sun. 

“so this is the power of french philosophy,” jakob mumbled, “damn.”

jakob and anathema shifted pointlessly in the bed. 

remember, they were hungry. remember, they were young.

“you said a minimum of nine,” jakob tilted his head. “could there be more?”

anathema sighed.

“there is a tenth,” anathema said: “God.”

“GOD!?”

“yes,” anathema said, “in the sexual act, each of the aforementioned persons contributes to a single massive superego that in each moment rolls a kantian gut check: are they fucking in a manner that they would will to be a universal law?”

“if yes, there are ten, and god blesses their intercourse with love and sacred warmth. if not, there are nine, and they have to fill their doubt with hormones and mantras to the effect that You Only Live Once.”

both of them scanned the other’s eyes.

“seems complicated,” jakob said.

“well, life is complicated,” anathema said.

both of them scanned the other’s eyes.

“but it doesn’t have to be that complicated,” anathema, as fantasized by jakob said.

“i could make it even more complicated,” jakob, as fantasized by anathema, said.

“the numbers don’t add up,” anathema’s unconscious said, “i want to want this. i want to want to want this. so why can’t i…?” 

“there ain’t no universals! that’s some dumb shit!” jakob’s unconscious said, “now let me get back to going kobayashi on that gash!”

both of them scanned the other’s eyes, looking for something.

“a girl like a videogame, perfectly just in her correlation of effort with reward,”

“a boy like a cop who never catches the criminal,”

“a girl like the punchline of a joke, or a secret,”

“a boy like a promoted pawn,”

“a vampire, but not for blood,”

“a kiss, but not for love,”

“light, without heat,”

“heat, without light,”

“what i can’t get from you i will…”  the part of anathema that identified with jakob and the part of the part of jakob that identified with anathema said. 

and here the excluded ninth party opined: “in the penultimate act, the young two lovers curse each other with society’s labels. made strangers by this crude understanding, the lovers separate; but with distance, they realize that what is true in the abstract, misses the point entirely in the particulars. they reconcile. they face us, in defiance of our labels. and we approve. we approve of their match. we always approve when people turn to face us, for we are lonely, and we crave their gaze.”

“so it goes in most judd apatow movies, but perhaps your case is different.”

“i don’t know what to ask from you and i don’t know what to ask from the world,” jakob said quietly.

“what?” anathema said.

“NEVERMIND ALL THAT,” God said, “I AM THE LORD THY GOD, WHO BROUGHT YOU UP OUT OF THE LAND OF EGYPT, OUT OF THE HOUSE OF BONDAGE. YOU SHALL HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME. YOU SHALL NOT MAKE FOR YOURSELVES AN IDOL, NOR ANY IMAGE OF ANYTHING THAT IS IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE, OR THAT IS IN THE EARTH BENEATH, OR THAT IS IN THE WATER UNDER THE EARTH: YOU SHALL NOT BOW YOURSELF DOWN TO THEM, NOR SERVE THEM, FOR I, YOUR GOD, AM A JEALOUS GOD, VISITING THE INIQUITY OF THE FATHERS ON THE CHILDREN, ON THE THIRD AND ON THE FOURTH GENERATION OF THOSE WHO HATE ME, AND SHOWING LOVING KINDNESS TO THOUSANDS OF THOSE WHO LOVE ME AND KEEP MY COMMANDMENTS.”

jakob and anathema sat up in bed and listened, expecting discourse on graven images and maybe some life advice.

but God only said: “SO ISN’T THERE SOMEONE YOU FORGOT TO ASK?”

and the eyes of jakob and anathema were opened, and they knew that they were naked.