#I think guy who wants to fuck the ice and guy who wants to impregnate a goal would get along

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I mean, I guess welcome back christophe giacometti?

[beevean]

So!

Those first 3 episodes

What can I say?

The plot was written

The backstories were told

The characters were characterized

The social issues were commentated on

The pacing was....paced

100/10, best show ever

On a more serious note I'm genuinely impressed that they managed to make these 3 episodes feel even more rushed to fuck than Season 1, which in its 4 episodes was able to at least establish each of the main characters and the main villain, their respective motivations and you know was mostly just a testing season made to see if there was public interest plus it was made using the scraps of a cancelled movie from 10 years earlier

This shit right here is awful. Genuinely awful, just the most stereotypically fanficy writing I can think of, the pacing goes by so quickly it feels like they're speedrunning the whole thing and there's no way to properly establish each character without it feeling like a 5 minute digression at best and then on with the fight scenes!

And the social commentary is as subtle as a jack hammer of course, i'm treally curious to see if they'll explain how a vampire elite can control society from the shadows so fully when they souldn't even be able to make public appearences during the day. Are you really telling me the citizen of France are so dense they never thought to set the royal palace ablaze during the morning?

Oh and then there's Maria

Called it about her

I have a honest-to-god headache.

Where do I begin?

Well... Richter is fine, so far, although he didn't do much. He's pretty laidback without being too vulgar. That's honestly how I'd imagine the real Richter to be. I wish they advertised those moments instead of showing him crying. I have to wonder, though, why did he use to be a prominent ice magic user of all things. Are they going to say that he inherited Juste's magic? (also where is the morning star?)

But then... big oof.

The pacing is shit. That was painful to go through. These three episodes were full of flashbacks and fight scenes: the latter to shoehorn tragic backstories instead of organically weaving them in the story, and the latter to pad out time, because they were just "oh there are monsters now! Go smash them!"

also I didn't see a single enemy from the games. We're back to S1's generic monsters. Nice.

Also, what's with those backstories? Richter has a Dead Mom, Annette has a Dead Mom + Slavery, Tera is Russian has a Dead Sister... really? That's the best you can do? It's so fucking cheap!

And the show really deadass killed Edouard, a nobody just introduced, in the second episode, and then expected me to feel bad about him because Annette, another nobody, misses him and cries with the most narmtastic voice acting so far. This is literally the same thing they did with Cho, except at least we weren't meant to feel sorry for her.

Maria is insufferable. She's the rudest and crassest of them all, can't talk about anything that isn't "liberty, equality, fraternity" and she's terrible to Richter - why is NFCV's idea of friendship insulting each other? We don't even know how they know each other! At least NFCV showed us how the gang was formed!

(Annette is too bland as of now, but justifying her metalbending with "she descends from gods" is... something)

Can we talk about that worldbuilding? There are still Devil Forgemasters? Who are they? Did Hector and/or Isaac have descendants (good god i do not want to imagine n!isaac impregnating a woman), or it's yet another person, diminishing the uniqueness of the art? And they're using machines to turn humans into Night Creatures? MACHINES??????? What the fuck is this, Sonic SatAM??????

(also bullshit that Night Creatures are only made, not born. Hector said, and I'm quoting from S2E3, "Before the war, night creatures were simply a species in hiding. They either reproduced naturally or were created by acts of wild magic." bro c'mon I'm not even a fan and I remember your worldbuilding, why can't you guys)

But also. Man they didn't even try to be subtle with these vampires. They are the entire French elite, they are the "white slave owners". Wow, deep commentary right there. And tell me, how can they go out in the open and show themselves to humans like that? How can they walk in the sunlight, like Drolta is seen to be doing? I know the original show had vampire lords like Carmilla and Cho, but they're really saying "yep, all the evil nobility is made of vampires" now, and everyone is aware of it.

And fucking Drolta. What the fuck are those shoes. They look like horse hooves. Isaac was neutered to keep her stupid hair and boobs, and also Olrox sitting on the-guy-who-looks-like-agent-stone-from-the-sonic-movies' chest. Okay. I'm normal about it.

and speaking of sonic references, edouard singing at the bird's funeral is peak NANANANANANANANANAAAAA energy.

Don't know what else to add. It was extremely boring and rushed and while we're not hitting the peak of offensiveness of the original show, this is still so, so bad from a writing standpoint.

And, as expected, the only thing that connects it to CV is that Richter has a whip. The story so far looks like a shitty period drama fusing the French Revolution and that good ol' american slavery story. They haven't learned a thing.

How in the hell are they going to butcher SoTN...?

[mermaidsirennikita]

any HR recs where the heroine thinks the hero is a fuckin loser and he has been in love with her the entire time? 👀

Lmaooooo I love this

Waking up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath--the "bro, as a bro, could you put a baby in my wife (bro)?" book and my favorite Lorraine. The hero is known to be this very smooth, gentlemanly, discreet rake, but the heroine (understandably) views him simply as the guy who got drunk and caused an accident that left his best friend (her husband) paralyzed. When the hero is asked to impregnate her, his first reaction (after "WHAT") is "dude she cannot STAND me".

The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath--the gorilla twins book, which hinges on the fact that not only the heroine, but everyone who knows the hero, thinks he's a loser. His obituary (he's obviously not actually dead) is like "GOD.... THAT GUY, AMIRITE?"

The Dueling Duchess by Minerva Spencer kinda has this vibe, as the heroine is a very hardcore woman and the hero is a rake who initially is like you're soooo important to me that I want to keep you as my mistress" and she's like ".... IDIOT"

Barbarbian's Mate by Ruby Dixon, my favorite Ice Planet Barbarians book I've read so far. Our heroine really wants a mate, but when it turns out to be this guy she's like "I'D RATHER DIE". I mean he is kind of a loser, but he's a very competent loser!!!!

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. Sorta these vibes--like, she very much loves him back, but she's also like "JESUS CHRIST WE SAID WE WOULDN'T DO THIS YOU MORON".

The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian. Hero literally begins by sending the heroine a blackmail letter and they snarkily correspond and he falls in love with her over said letters. (The Queer Principles of Kit Webb has another vibe like this but it's m/m.)

Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian. The hero and the nb lead are best friends, and they do begin having sex, but he's under the impression that this is leading to Something and THEY do not have that impression, so he likes... proposes right after fucking them against a wall and they're like "oH MY FUCKING SHIT" and wheel on him listing all the reasons he's a bisexual disaster. They're not... wrong.

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe. Heroine made the initial move in this relationship, he turned her down, she hates him, then they begin a no strings thing... and then he proposes but in a way that is very "... WHAT ELSE IS THERE?" (The Swan Princess) and she fucking. Devastates him. I laugh every time.

The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham. Perfect for this; hero has been in love with heroine for years (she's his best friend's little sister) and she thinks he's an idiot w a stick up his ass. (He in fact... a dom.)

It Happened One Autumn by Lisa Kleypas. More like "he's been in lust with her this whole time", but her shock is still huge.

No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole. This is a great example of that in paranormal. The heroine is an emotionless warrior, hero is the scholarly vampire who adores her and walks through blood for her but she is like "my god, how embarrassing".

Eleven Scandals to Start to Win A Duke's Heart by Sarah MacLean has a heroine who is.... so embarrassing.... (I love him) (But God)

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Bonjour mademoiselle~don't wanna waste ur precious time too much but I just wanna say I fucking love ur contents sm I legit get goosebumps when notification says u updated🥵🥰🤧 alright so can I request yandere jungkook where its like jk bullies the male bff of oc n oc tries to save him n jk sees her for the first time n falls for her.. gradually but fast becomes obsessed w her but she hates him for having such a cruel personality. Jk forcefully dates her n tries to win her heart but oc doesn't give in so he snaps n kidnaps her, with great difficulty oc escapes n goes to another country for higher studies w her bff while also escaping jk. Years later jk becomes this powerful business tycoon n while getting into his car he sees oc hugging her bff n sadness n rage takes over him n this time he kidnaps n marries her n tries to impregnate her everyday bcuz he thinks that's the only way to bind her w him n he threatens her by mentioning her family n friends

Can you pls make it borderline noncon n v dark n pls don't hit oc it hurts 😅🥺 n can you plwease put alot of forced makeout scenes they are soo hot😩🤌😋

It's just a request so if you don't want to do it it's finee I'll just read your other works to quench my thirst 🥴🥰 (ik it's way too detailed n I wrote alot but idk this just came to my mind for no reason you can do it your way wewill be happy either way 😇🥰 even better if you make it v long cuz I cant get enough of your writings😭😭 but again ✋ you can do it whatever way you as long as you are the one whose doing it ik I'll love itt))

⚠️: bully!Jungkook, borderline non con, toxic!Jungkook, Yandere!jungkook, making out, kidnapping, baby trapping

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> you’re the sweetest!! 🥰❣️

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You’re best friend looked distressed

He’s usually bubbly and loud, but these past few days, he’s been oddly quiet

One evening, you invited him over to your apartment for a movie night

You both were on the couch, close to each other when you accidentally hit his arm a little too hard and he hissed

You were insistent on putting some cream on it so he wouldn’t bruise that bad but when you pulled the sleeve up, you saw a lot more bruising

“Oh my god, why do you have so much bruises?!”

“I just fell down the stairs. Don’t worry about it.”

You knew that he was lying but didn’t want to pick at it more to avoid aggravating him

You muttered a “okay” and went back to watching the movie

The next day, you decided to surprise him at his school

You knew something was wrong and wanted to see what he was hiding from you

You were sitting on the bench, looking for his face in a crowd of students until you saw a group of people circle around something

You got up to investigate (cuz you’re a little nosy) and to your surprise, there was your best friend on the ground with a bloody nose

You quickly jumped and punched the guy who hit your friend

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Y/N?! What’re you doing here?”

“Shut up! This is what you’ve been hiding from me?”

Your friend looked down in shame while Jungkook faced you

“For a girl, you can punch quite hard.”

“And I’ll do it again if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Wow. No one’s ever talked to Jungkook like that

Everyone thought you had a death wish because Jungkook sure as hell wouldn’t let you get away with humiliating him

You helped your friend up and left the scene

You bussed back to your apartment where you gave him an ice pack for his nose

“When were you going to tell me? When you end up in the hospital?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not. It’s really not. And you were keeping it away from me too.”

Your best friend confessed everything to you, and said he wasn’t sure how to deal with Jungkook because he was loaded with money and could slip away easily

So you made him promise to tell you if he ever did something like that again

You’d figured that you could blackmail Jungkook with footage of him being a dick and send it to media channels so his dad’s reputation would be ruined

It’s been a couple of days since you punching Jungkook and according to your friend, he hasn’t bothered him

The reason why is because you’re his new target

He showed up at your school, and pulled you aside

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

“What do you want?”

“I want to take you out on a date.”

You looked at him dumbfounded

“My standards aren’t that low, jackass.”

“I suppose you don’t care about your best friend’s safety.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll put him in the hospital if you don’t agree to go on a date with me.”

How pathetic, you thought.

“Why do you wanna go on a date with me?”

“No more questions, I’ll pick you up on Friday night.”

“How do you know where I live?!”

“I said no more questions.”

Jungkook disappeared and you went home, deciding whether or not to tell your friend what was going on

Friday night came by fast

You hadn’t told your friend because you were sure that he’d tell you not to go to protect you

But you’re stubborn

You got ready and waited in the lobby

“Dumbass, didn’t even give me his number.” You mumbled.

A black Mercedes pulled up in front of your building and Jungkook got out of a car with a boutique of flowers in his hands

Oh, so he’s rich rich, you thought before popping a mint in your mouth and heading outside

“Hello, darling. You look gorgeous.”

“Save your fake compliments. I don’t wanna hear em.”

He poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek at the rejection

You may be tough, but it’ll only take a matter of time to crack you, he thought

He opened the door for you and put the flowers in the backseat before getting back in the drivers seat

The car conversation was typical, it was about school, jobs, hobbies, ect

Once you got to the lavish restaurant, he had booked a private booth were it was quieter

The service was fast and soon enough, your main meal had arrived

You started the conversation, asking him why he was bullying your best friend

“It’s fun.”

You gave him the dirtiest look and held the urge to slap him

“You terrorize people for fucking fun? Go see a therapist. My friend didn’t do anything to you so, leave him alone.”

“Whatever you say, darling. You continue dating me and I’ll do everything that you wish.”

“You said one date!”

“Nope, never said that.”

You look at him, annoyed

“You’re a terrible human being.”

“Funny enough, you’re not the first person to tell me that.”

The rest of the “date” you lectured him and told him to get help

Jungkook started telling people that you were his girlfriend and showed up randomly at you apartment for more dates

But as time went by and you still refused, he began to get frustrated

So when he showed up to your place for a “late night drive” date, he took you out of the city and into a small town with very little people

He’d spiked your fast food drink while you were eating, so getting you into the room and chaining you to the bed was not difficult at all

You’d vanish for one month

You couldn’t exactly be your feisty self because you were chained and at his mercy at all times

At first, he’d only make out with you

Shoving his tongue in your mouth and never pulling away

He’d tangle his fingers in your hair and kiss you hard, making it clear that you were his

He’d have sex with you too and after about three weeks you convinced him that he’d broke you

The first time he took the chain off of you, you went crazy, grabbing a vase with freshly picked flowers and knocking it over his head

You took his car and drove back to the city and called your friend and told him everything that was going on

To protect yourself and your friend, you both decided to leave the country

You’re friend bought the plan tickets and you went to your apartment very quickly to get some of your belongings

The flight left in two days so you practically donated most of your stuff and sold your apartment

Jungkook was in the hospital after a few people citizens had found him unconscious in his home

It took about three days for him to regain consciousness and when he finally did, you were the first thing on his mind

He spent months trying to track you down, you but you were completely gone

Eventually, 3 years had passed

Jungkook’s dad became very ill and had to step down as CEO

Jungkook, of course stepped up and was now running a very big business which required him to travel often

He hadn’t given up on you, he’d figure out what country you’d move to but not which city

When he finally had spotted it, it was coincidentally

Funny enough, you were working for one of his branch companies

You hugged your best friend before going inside the building and to your floor

Jungkook ignored his guards and followed behind

As the elevator door was closing, a hand got in between and it opened again

You looked up from your phone and your heart dropped

It was Jungkook. He just looked a lot older. His features were definitely sharper and his body was a lot bigger

It was only you two in the elevator

Once you snapped back to reality, you tried to leave the elevator but he pulled you back harshly

He pushed the emergency stop button so now you two were trapped

“What? Where are you gonna run now, huh? There’s no vase insight for you to hit me with.”

“I was doing it to protect myself and my friend.”

He towered over you and when you tried to push him off he pinned your hands beside your head

“You’re lucky, you’re so pretty.” His lips were a millimetre away from yours

You were going to speak again but he went in for the kiss

He placed his knee in between your legs and let go of your hands so that he could touch your body

“I’m never gonna let you leave me again.”

He chewed on your top lip and explored your mouth with his tongue and you were too shocked to do anything

He continued making out with you until the elevator started working

Once you were down to the main floor again, he pulled you out and took you to his car

Back at his mansion, he continued what he was doing in the elevator

Playing with your breast, rubbing his bulge on your slit as you arched your back

There wasn’t anything you could do to stop him

He was far more powerful in every aspect and could ruin your life in a blink of an eye

By the next week, he made you sign the marriage papers

You were officially Mrs. Jeon

He threatened to kill your best friend if you didn’t agree

When you broke the news to your best friend, he was mortified

He felt incredibly bad but you assured him that none of it was his fault

But, like before. You began living at Jungkook’s mercy

He was very set on having kids with you

He wanted to be a dad as soon as possible

Every day, after eating dinner, he’d have sex with you

He knew you didn’t want it, but your body responded so well to his touch

Every night, he’d see your tears trickle down

Perhaps from fear? Pleasure? Or maybe both?

Giving you his seed would make him part of your life forever

And he fucking loved the idea of that

[pink-bear]

NSFW Alphabet: Gundham Tanaka

I want this man to breed me HOO BOY...

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite acting like a DARK, BROODING DEMON Gundham is a total sweetheart. This can be best seen with how he gives his partner aftercare.

Everything someone could need both physically and emotionally is provided, and he is especially cuddly during times like these.

While he’s a man of few words, he’ll muse praise and adoration for his partner.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. They are hard working, have suffered their share of bites and scratches, and they are what harness his DARK POWERS...or something like that-

He likes his partners eyes. He can gaze into them and see if they are truly worthy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Holy smokes does this guy cum a lot, especially when it’s been a few days since his last release. It comes out in long, thick ropes and can go pretty far.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise him. Worship him. Treat him like the Supreme Lord of Ice and demon prince he is and he will eat. That. Shit. UP.

If his partner roleplays with him and worships his body, status and talent, he is in pure fucking bliss. He goes all out and doesn’t hold back.

What kind of dark lord would he be if he could not please such a loyal and generous worshipper?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If you ship it, he lost his virginity to a certain blonde haired, soap opera loving princess 😉

He was a natural, even with his first time. Apart from a little bit of awkwardness starting out, he quickly found his groove and completely blew his partner away.

He doesn’t like it when people ask him about his previous experiences, especially if they imply he’s gotten a lot of it. He just naturally knows what he’s doing, even though he hasn’t had a lot of encounters.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style 100%. It just seems natural to him, and he loves gripping his partner’s waist and driving himself in deep. It also gives him ample opportunities to give his partner “love bites” to show people who they belong to~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He likes to keep things serious; sex isn’t the place to be silly. Even so, he likes to smile softly after the deed is done at his partner, just to show how happy he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a happy trail that goes from just bellow his belly button to a neatly maintained nest of black hair. Don’t let his lack of eyebrows fool you, he has a decent amount of hair overall (but goes to great lengths to keep it tidy, but never completely shaven).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on who he’s with. He saves the intimate, romantic stuff for longer term partners, or people he really trusts. When he does have that special someone, he is incredibly passionate and affectionate.

Of course, if the mood is right, he can also be a total animal.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot of times he’s too busy to even think about tending to himself that way. With the dozens of animals, he cares for and his website to maintain, he has a lot on his plate.

Once his need to breed makes itself known, he practically dedicates a whole night to it. He jerks off several times and uses a fleshlight to make the experience even better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big surprise, but Gundham is the king of breeding kinks. He loves doing scenarios where he is creating an heir, and hearing his partner beg for it gives him goosebumps.

He’ll play this fantasy with anyone, regardless of whether they have a vagina or not. It’s less about the ability to actually impregnate someone and more about the dominance.

…that said, impregnating someone is his ultimate fantasy come true. Then he truly will be the Ultimate Breeder (and yes, he will totally step up and father the child).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

idk how to explain it, but “private public places”. What I mean is places like behind buildings, in a (clean) barn, outside (on private property). Basically, places that aren’t as private as a bedroom, but are also unlikely to have someone walk in on them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The winds of spring carry a scent…a need to act out the most passionate and carnal desire to become one with his soulmate. To dance Mother Nature’s primal waltz. Tangled in the sheets, to the song of moaning and crying out into the dark of the night. To exchange their very life essence…perhaps to even create new life. To achieve his ultimate purpose of creating an heir worthy of his throne of ice and fire.

…basically, he has a mating season-

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unhygienic, as always.

Other than that, he doesn’t like to sub that much. He’ll do it, and enjoys it with the right person, but 7/10 times he’ll decline bottoming. He doesn’t like doing anything that makes him feel weak, and bottoming can sometimes make him feel like that, unless his partner makes him feel more comfortable with it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving it more than receiving it. And as you’d expect from a breeder, he is very good at what he does. That tongue is wonderful and can reach plenty of places.

While he prefers his “unholy seed to be planted” within his partner, he’ll rarely turn down the offer of a bj if his partner is persistent enough.

Seeing his partner swallowing his cum is a great way to get that cute blush on his cheeks :3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he’s feeling that day, but more often than not he goes hard and fast. He simply can’t help it, it’s in his blood.

But when the mood is more chill/romantic, he’ll happily go at a slower pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A breeder wants to make sure he does a thorough job...but a quickie now and then can be enjoyable. If it doesn’t interfere with his work, he’s receptive to the idea.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even if he will sometimes act that he doesn’t care about being caught, he really doesn’t like the idea of it. Like I said in the location category: He likes doing it “private” public places with little chance of anyone walking in on them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy, this guy can go for a LONG while. Both in how long he can last, and how many rounds he can go. He isn’t the Ultimate Breeder for nothin~

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a vibrator, a fleshlight for masturbating, and several collars, leashes and harnesses ;3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can only put up with a tiny bit of teasing before getting impatient. He wants to get right to it, and there’s no reason to waste time with mere prattling!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A bit more on the quiet side. He’ll let out some grunts, soft moans and the occasional praise/pet name, but he really focuses on the task at hand. One of his favourite things to do is growl in his partner’s ear and feeling them tighten around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes tying his partner’s hands up with his scarf (if they’re into that) hehe-

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has an uncut cock that is long (around 7.5 inches) and thick, as well as a real heavy pair of balls. There’s a noticeable thick vein that runs along his shaft. He’s got the assets of a breeder, what can I say?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s an on and off thing for him. For the most part it’s kinda on the down low, and he doesn’t really seek it. If his partner makes the first move, he’ll happily reciprocate, though.

But sometimes, he’ll go into “rut”, and that’s when the cravings really hit hard. He’s almost insatiable, so hopefully his partner is up to the task!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a lot of animals to take care of, so unless sex is the absolute last thing he is doing that day, he’s gonna be up and doing his chores (after a nice cuddle session, of course).

If his partner is too busy to help, he’ll tuck them into bed, give them a kiss and some romantic parting words.

🌸🌸🌸

Y’all should’ve expected some kinky shit to be here, but what did you expect from someone called the Ultimate Breeder?

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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Settle Down: Chapter 4

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Smut!! (Oral, male receiving. Sexual conduct. language.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary:   Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one   thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a   family, right?

AN: Unedited because I was scrambling to finish before work. Comment on this chapter or inbox to be on taglist. thanks! much love, Cia.

                Chapter 4: Frozen, fuck you.

Misfortune came in the form of spots in your underwear the following week. You weren’t pregnant despite your best efforts. You took a personal day because of how bummed you were feeling, assuring Hotch that you could do your job from home. So you spent your morning eating terribly and reviewing the files Garcia sent you. Once you finish all your work for the day, you curl up on the couch with a pint of ice cream, bourbon and National Geographic. You’re hours in when you get a knock at your door. You stumble over and open it to reveal Spencer. He looks at you concerned as you very drunkenly head back to your couch, leaving the door open indicating you were inviting him in. He closes the door behind him looking at you concerned. 

“Have you been drinking?” 

“Wow, is this why they say you’re good at your job?” You say, rolling your eyes. 

“Y/N, should you even be drinking? You might be—“ 

“Did you know elephants are pregnant for almost 2 years?” You say pointing at the TV. “Why am I even asking? You know everything.” 

“Do you wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” Spencer says, kneeling in front of your perch on the couch. 

“Did you know it’s very difficult for female pandas to become pregnant?” You say, you feel your eyes becoming wet but you blink back the tears. “That makes two of us.” You shrug. 

It clicks for Spencer in that moment. “You’re not…” he asks. You shake your head. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry. Maybe you should ask someone else. Maybe someone without a broken uterus.” 

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with you.” He says, cupping your cheek with his hand. You can’t help but nuzzle back into it. “I went to the doctor with you. Just because it didn’t happen this time doesn’t mean it won’t happen. Not everyone gets pregnant their first time trying.” 

“But people not trying at all end up pregnant the first time. What’s wrong with me?” The tear that’s been threatening the whole time finally falls down your cheek. Spencer swipes his thumb across it, looking sympathetically at you. 

“We can just try again next month, Y/N. We’ve got time, ok?” He says, you nod. 

“Thank you, Spencer.” You say. 

“No problem. Now come on, lay down.” He says, sitting down on the end of the couch and pulling you down to lay down onto his lap. “And stop watching National Geographic if it’s making you sad. We can even watch that movie with the talking toys if you want?” 

“All three?” 

“God, there’s three?!” 

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The following weeks are pretty uneventful. You guys caught murders and went to bars afterwards. You were in one bar after a particularly hard case with the team sans Spencer and Hotch when Derek asked you. 

“Ok, apparently you swore my girl to secrecy but I have to know.” He says to you from across the booth. “What is happening between you and Pretty Boy?” 

You throw a pointed look at Garcia, who just looks at you guiltily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Morgan.” 

Emily chimes in at that. “Please! Before the two of you would either never talk or when you would, it’d end in an argument. Now suddenly he’s calling you on cases, not interrupting you when you’re presenting--” 

“Maybe, he just finally got some sense.” You interrupt. 

“See, I would say that too.” Emily says. “If he hadn’t asked me where to get that korean tea you like so much.” 

You knew what she was talking about. When you found out you weren’t pregnant and came back to work. You were still hopped up on extra hormones so when you went to make your favorite tea that morning and realized you had forgotten to get more so you were out. When you saw that, you started crying softly. You just wanted tea. Spencer walked in at that moment and you wiped your face furiously so he wouldn’t see the evidence of your tears before speeding out of the kitchen. The next day you walked into the kitchen, expecting to have to make shitty coffee instead, but there was a new box of your tea. You didn’t think much of it. You assumed Garcia got you the box. 

“He probably just wanted it for himself. The box has been feeling a little light lately.” You lie. “I’m serious though. Nothing’s going on.” We just have really hot sex in hopes of him impregnating me. You think. Everyone let’s it go at that point, changing the subject. You were thankful for that. 

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The day came around again and Spencer wordlessly just got in your car after you guys’ shift and you didn’t question it, you knew the drill this time around. Spencer hums along to your music playing in the car. You look at him confused. 

“You know California Dreamin’?” You ask. 

“I uh-I heard you tell Garcia about how you liked The Mamas and Papas so I listened to some of their songs. I thought it’d help me understand you more.” 

You don’t turn towards him. You keep your eyes focused on the road so he wouldn’t see the marshmallow soft look that crossed your face. “Did you learn anything?” You ask. 

He clears his throat. “You listen to a lot of soft melodic music. I wouldn’t have thought that considering how you are.” 

“And how am I, Spencer Reid?” 

“Opinionated, loud.” You narrow your eyes at that one but say nothing. “Yet you listen to soft love songs, your favorite movie is Wizard of Oz and you watch nothing but Disney movies in your spare time. You’re not as scary as you think you are.” He says, getting out of the parked car. You speed out the car after him immediately. 

“I’m plenty scary!” You say as the two of you enter your house. 

“Uh-huh, and which Disney movie are we watching tonight?” 

“Frozen, fuck you.” You say leaving behind a laughing Spencer to go take your ovulation test. 

After discovering you were in fact ovulating you went to the living room to put on Frozen. You were about halfway into the sister’s adventure when you asked. 

“Spencer?” You asked from your perch laying on his shoulder. He turns his head down towards you, humming inquisitively. “Emily told me it was you who got my tea.” 

“I did.” He says. 

“Why?” 

He shrugs. “It was upsetting you.” he says, like it’s obvious. 

“I mean, I was upset I was out, sure but it’s not your job to make sure I’m not upset.” 

“It’s specifically my job to do that, Y/N.” He says, turning so he can look you in the eyes. “Y/N, you’re literally about to be the mother of my child. That makes your happiness just as important as this child’s happiness. I’m going to take care of both of you so if buying a 10 dollar box of tea is what will make you happy, I have no issues doing so.” 

The look he gives you is so sincere and your heart flutters when he says it. You don’t know why but you’re suddenly bombarded with thoughts of kissing him and before you can stop yourself you do just that. Spencer hums in shock for a second. But quickly deepens the kiss, tongue tracing over yours. You moan slightly as his hands come up to cup your face. Eventually, the two of you separate, gasping for breath in the small space between you. 

“What was that for?” He says. 

You couldn’t say the real reason that you kissed him was because you wanted to, so bad. It would make things awkward and ruin what was an amazing plan. You needed to remember that you were doing this for the end goal, a child.

“I’m ovulating, so I figured we should start now.” You say. It was only half a lie. 

Spencer looks slightly disappointed for a second before he shakes it off. He stands and grabs your hand tugging you towards the bedroom wordlessly. Once inside, his mouth is on yours again. You smirk against his lips, hands going for each other’s respective clothes. Once undressed he deposits you on the bed, settling into the space between your legs. He’s leaving open mouth bruises on your neck and chest as his hands travel down your body. You stopped him, it wasn’t that you didn’t want that, but you had other plans. 

He looks at you confused for a second. A look that’s replaced completely with wanton desire when you start trailing a hand up and down is underwear clad length. You watch his eyes flutter shut for a second, relishing in the feeling. You smirk at that. You lean up to speak in his ear. 

“I want to ride you.” You say, you feel Spencer’s member twitch in your palm as you say it. “Can I?” 

Spencer nods fast, moving off of you to lay flat on his back. He goes to take off his underwear but you stop him, wanting to do it yourself. You tugged them down his body and as you crawled your way back up you found yourself face to face with a certain predicament. An intrusive thought pops in your head and before you can stop yourself you ask. 

“Can I?” You whisper, you didn’t finish the question but your face was right next to his dick so you figured he’d get the gist. 

“You don’t have to.” Spencer says, though his dick betrays his words as it violently twitches when you bring your mouth slightly towards it. 

“I know.” You whisper before taking the head into your mouth. You hear Spencer hiss above you as you let your tongue swerve over the head. You moan, taking him deeper into your mouth, hand covering what you couldn’t reach. You hear a strangled gasp above you and opt to look up. Nothing could’ve prepared you for that sight. Spencer’s head was thrown back, face and neck flushed and he was biting on his fist to keep from making too much noise. Spencer was always so complimentary of you during these times and you realized you never said what you thought,  that the man above you was beautiful. You still held your tongue though. It was preoccupied anyway. After sometime, Spencer’s hand cups the side of your face, moaning softly as he feels his member through your cheek. He gently pulled you off of him. 

“I need to be inside you.” He says. “Now.”  

You nod, crawling back up his body to straddle his lap. Spencer moves your hips so you’re right above him, allowing you to sink down on his length. The two of you groan at first contact, Spencer gives you a second to adjust, massive hands circling your waist as you rocked yourself back and forth in his lap. You already felt close despite the short amount of time. You look down at the man and he’s looking up at you with a glassy expression. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moans, hands tightening on your waist. “You look so hot like this, I’m not going to last long.” 

“Me neither.” You say, Spencer takes that moment to drift his hand to your clit, thumb drawing small circles on the bundle of nerves. You moan out loud, moving your hips faster as Spencer thrusts his hips up to meet yours. 

“Spencer, fuck, I’m gonna--” you cut yourself off with a moan. Spencer is thrusting up into you faster now. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He says, and as if you were waiting for permission, you release moaning Spencer’s names and expletives. Spencer rides you through it, moving your hips on top of him. Before you know it, you’re on your back and Spencer is thrusting back into you hard. You practically scream out as he sets a fast pace chasing his own release. 

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, I’m gonna- fuck.” He says as you feel him release inside you. He thrusts shallowly inside you, riding out his orgasm before pulling out. You wince slightly, lifting your hips so he can slide the pillow under you, knowing the drill by now. Spencer runs, his fingers through your hair, you hum pushing your head into him, like a cat. 

“You ok?” He whispers. “Do you need anything?” 

You shake your head. “Will you come sleep with me?” You ask. 

Spencer smiles softly at you. “Of course, Y/N.” 

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A month passes and cold February winter turns to soft March spring. The weeks that pass are fairly uneventful. You work and come home to an unfortunately empty house. You and Spencer talk about not as much as before and hardly about anything not baby or work related. You could admit that the last time you guys had sex, some lines got blurred and you both needed space from each other to remember that this was still platonic. At least, that’s how you felt and though you never voiced it, Spencer seemed to understand that.

The team was out on a case when you realized. You and Garcia had been on video call with the team when you heard Derek say.    

“Woah, Oz. You look like death warmed over.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine.” 

“She’s not fine.” Garcia butts in. “She’s been throwing up all morning.” 

“L/N, if you’re sick--” Hotch starts. 

“I’m not sick! I feel completely fine, I think I just had some chinese that didn’t sit right. I’ll be fine, can we focus on the case?” You plead, Hotch nods. You see Spencer looking at the screen wide eyed but you don’t understand why. 

“What did you find?” Hotch asks. 

“Ok, Sebastian Henry’s financial records were a little hard to go through. Everything looked pretty normal. So I did a little--” You gag for a second but manage to keep it down. “A little digging and found a s-secret account he’s been m-making large donations to a church that, through more digging, doesn’t exist--” Garcia is already there with the bucket which you snatch and empty your lunch in immediately. 

“We think it’s mafia.” Garcia says, grimacing at the sound of your vomiting. You lift up to see the team giving you empathic looks and Spencer with a deep thinking expression. 

“Great, Garcia, look into that more. And Y/N, go home.” Hotch says. 

“What? Hotch, I’m fine!” 

“And I wasn’t asking.” He says, in that authoritative voice that made you know he meant business. 

“Fine.” you grumble as he ends the call. 

You’re on the way home when you get a call from Spencer. 

“Spencer, what’s up? Does Hotch need me to go back in?” 

“Oh, uh-no.” He says. “Listen, I know you said you’d tell me if something was up but Penelope saying you’d been sick all morning is making me overthink and well, did you take a test?” He asked. 

You look up at that. The two of you had been so busy with cases and work that the one thing you had been waiting for had completely slipped your mind. 

You were late.  

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DAY TWELVE

The mattresses in the room of bunk beds are surprisingly comfortable. The metal springs squeak a little if you move too much, but you wake up feeling well-rested.

“Not too bad, right?” Hoseok chirps, swinging out on the ladder and jumping down onto the floor with a thud. Using his laundry from the day before, he unceremoniously swaps his sleep shirt and boxers for some deep green skinny jeans and an orange sweater. Namjoon, more modest and distinctly more sleepy, grabs his clothes and stumbles back to his own room.

“The beds? Better than I was expecting for sure.”

Hoseok smiles warmly as you hop down the ladder and arrive on steady ground again, toes curling into the carpet. He fiddles quickly with a chunky watch, doing up the links. “Breakfast is downstairs if you want it.”

You throw him a teasing grin. “Not if you’re making it, thanks.”

He has the good graces to pretend to be offended, before tugging you into a playful side-hug, ignoring your squeak of surprise. “No, you cheeky fucker, Jungkook bought pancake mix. He texted me saying there’s plenty for everyone.”

“Jungkook making breakfast?” you ask dubiously, but the warm image of pancakes for breakfast makes your stomach growl. “Let me get dressed real quick and I’ll come down.”

Jungkook, it seems, is starting out the day cheerful as ever. He gives you a big grin when you, Namjoon and Hoseok come down for breakfast, and he makes sure to dish up the biggest pancakes for you, before taking the second biggest for himself.

Jin raises a teasing brow when you come down accompanied by the two men, Namjoon still with his hair ruffled up awkwardly from his slumber. “Long night?” he questions with a cheesy wink.

Hoseok catches on to the teasing nature, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Sadly, Namjoon wanted a rest day, so we didn’t enjoy any funny business.”

Jungkook watches the three of you closely, lips tightening just a little bit before he breaks out into a cheeky smile. “I think Y/n would have been too tired out to do anything more anyway.”

You choke on air, a forkful of pancakes blessedly not in your mouth yet. Beside you, Hoseok chuckles awkwardly. “Goodness, JK, we heard enough yesterday. The gym walls are not as thick as they should be.”

Instead of blushing like you are, Jungkook puffs his chest up. “I’ve never heard Y/n scream like that with any of you guys. Then again; I bet you haven’t made her squirt like I did.”

This time you aren’t so fortunate, coughing on a mouthful that you’d anxiously stuffed in to keep yourself occupied. You send Yoongi a grateful look as he slides you a glass of water.

“Jesus, Jungkook,” Jin grimaces, “we’re trying to eat breakfast.”

You keep your eyes down, confused by Jungkook’s behaviour and more than a little embarrassed.

When you hear Namjoon speak up, his voice is strangely tensed. “That’s really not appropriate.”

A heated pause. “This is literally a porn show,” Jungkook states defensively, “sex is the whole reason we’re here. I think everyone’s forgetting this is a competition about being the best in bed, I’m just- You know what, never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“You just what?” Namjoon questions. It’s unlike him to be argumentative, and you shift in your seat, taking another sip of the ice-cold water. “Did you really make us all pancakes just so you could gloat? Y/n is a person, not a video game, Jungkook. Have a little respect.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, but when you glance up, the frustrated rolling of his eyes and furious stabbing of his fork in a pancake speaks volumes.

Yoongi pinches his brow. “Jin-hyung, can you pass the syrup? Thanks.”

Namjoon stares expectantly at the youngest Gentleman for a few moments, before letting out a light huff and returning to his food.

Silence continues for a moment or two before Taehyung pipes up, voice tiny in the oppressive tension. “How many people still have to do their prompts this week? I haven’t done mine yet.”

Yoongi sends him a lightly exasperated look. “Really?”

Taehyung gives a small shrug, glancing to the camboy sitting beside him. “I mean… I don’t think we need to be explicit but this show is about sex. I feel like it’s equally bad if we don’t talk about it at all, you know?”

“The kid’s right,” Jin allows with a wry grin. “I’ve done mine. Tuesday; though I suppose some of you saw.”

Jimin cocks his head, lost. “Saw? Uh, yes, I haven’t done my prompt yet. Actually, uh, if you guys wanna take part, stay in the lounge tonight. I need an audience.”

You send him an inquiring look. “What about me?”

Jimin lets out a short laugh. “Your participation is kind of mandatory. Please stay in the lounge too.”

You appreciate the slow brushes of conversation that ease the tension away. “Am I an audience member or a volunteer?” You grimace suddenly. “Wait, fuck, it isn’t like a circus act or something, right? You aren’t a magician?”

“Don’t worry, the show won’t be that kind of magic,” he promises.

You go to reply, but your attention is caught by the way Jungkook is openly glaring at Namjoon like he’s waiting for something. “Kook?” you question.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. “Why aren’t you saying anything now, Namjoon? So they get to talk about sex but I can’t?”

Jin sucks in harshly through his teeth, sending a look of alarm to the youngest. “Okay, break it up, that’s enough. Jungkook, any more smart comments and you can leave. We’ll talk privately if you need it.”

Jungkook lets out a bitter scoff, but Namjoon is already rising hastily, banging the edge of the table in his haste to get up. “I’ll go,” he urges, “you all can enjoy your breakfast in peace.”

Nobody seems to even breathe as the sounds of Namjoon’s footsteps fade away, a door upstairs shutting harshly.

Yoongi has his face bent, thumb and forefinger pressing to his forehead, like a headache is coming on. “What the fuck was that?” he muses tiredly.

Jungkook doesn’t answer, staring at his pancakes like he’s trying to make them burst into flames.

You bite your tongue harshly, unsettled by how tempers flared so quickly. Unsure of what to do, you stare at Jungkook for a moment. You don’t want it to seem like you’re picking a side, but he has five others around him, and Namjoon is upstairs alone. You slide your chair out, quieter than last time. “I’m just going to check on him. Jungkook; you’re fine, I’m not angry.”

He breaks out of his death stare at his breakfast to send you a look of bewilderment, but Yoongi is already clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “Well, I am,” the second eldest declares, and you rush upstairs before the scolding begins.

Namjoon answers, albeit reluctantly, when you knock on the door and call out to him. He’s well and truly awake and alert now, hair combed down sullenly, the purple looking more faded than ever against the rich blue of his long-sleeved t-shirt. “Are you okay?” he asks with a tired frown.

Your brows lift automatically. “That is the exact question I came up here to ask. Can I come in?”

His bedroom is even more tidy than usual, now that he hasn’t been sleeping there. You sit down on the edge of his bed, feeling an unsettling swirl of dread.

“I’m sorry about Jungkook,” is the first thing out of his mouth as he sits down beside you, shoulders hunched like he’s making himself as small as possible.

You shake your head slowly. “You shouldn’t apologise on other people’s behalf. He’ll say sorry if he wants to.”

Namjoon pauses for a moment. “Then I’m sorry about contributing to the uncomfortable atmosphere.”

Despite the situation, your mouth quirks into a grin and your eyes soften. “Forgiven. I’m more worried than angry, you know? About the both of you.”

Namjoon lets out a sigh, eyes dancing aimlessly around the room, no doubt pondering complex concepts at the speed of light like he usually was. “This is probably to be expected, right? Tension. I didn’t think I’d be the one involved, though.”

“Ah, it wouldn’t be a reality show without some drama,” you allow, scooting back on the bed so you can tuck your feet up, crossing your legs. “We’ve just gotta move past it, I guess.”

“Didn’t it make you uncomfortable?” Namjoon blurts suddenly, cringing at the volume of his voice. “Him talking about you so publicly like that?”

You run your tongue along the inside of your cheek. “It took me off guard for sure. I don’t know; I guess sex is kind of our currency in here, you know? Him being so, uh, bold about it out of nowhere is pretty weird, though.” You shrug it off. “Maybe he slept bad last night.”

Namjoon searches your face. “I’m too much of a prude, aren’t I? Things like that bother me, so why did I sign up for a porn show?”

You turn to face him, brows knitted in sympathy. “Just because others are more open doesn’t mean being modest is a bad thing. Don’t let Jungkook’s bad mood make you believe that you don’t belong on the show or that you need to change. Okay?”

The two of you share a tender moment of eye contact, before Namjoon laughs shyly and turns his head away. You grin at him. “What?”

“It’s stupid,” Namjoon deflects, “it’s not the time.”

“Not the time for what?” you press. “Tell me; I’m curious now.”

Namjoon’s eyes dart up, pausing briefly at your lips. “I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

Your heart swells, but you keep your face open, your voice barely louder than a whisper. “Then you should kiss me.”

All the breath leaves his lungs in a rush, but before he can inhale again, he’s propelling himself forward, wide hands cradling your jaw steady so your lips can join, a little uncoordinated but perfect nonetheless.

The small whimper of surprise is muffled by his lips, but you quickly melt into him, hands clutching at the front of his shirt for stability.

You can taste the remnants of breakfast, the sweet stickiness of maple syrup on his lips. You deepen the kiss to seek out more of the flavour, breaths escaping your nose as you don’t dare part for a second. Namjoon seems equally enraptured, shy flicks of his tongue making your head spin.

You lean in until your wrists are pinned between his chest and yours, and then lean in more, wanting to be close. Like oxygen to fire, the more contact you get the more desperate you become, and when his hands lower to lift you easily onto his lap, grinding you unconsciously against his erection, you feel ablaze.

“I need to-nm-do my prompt,” Namjoon murmurs out, teeth catching on your tongue with how deeply you kiss.

You swallow, leaning back slightly to take a breath in. “We don’t have to now,” you assure, moving your hands up to stabilise yourself on his shoulders so that he cranes his neck up to chase your lips. “Or have you graduated from Hoseok’s School of Sexual Prowess already.”

You smile down at the way his eyes flutter shut with a crooked grin, delicate crescent moon lash line a deep brown against his tanned skin. His lips are flushed and swollen, and he swallows like a man parched before he speaks, blinking blearily up at you. “I prefer to learn on the job,” he quips hoarsely.

You grin, leaning down to nudge him slightly to the side with your nose, giving you a better angle to leave a trail of light kisses from the corner of his mouth to the top of his jaw, tugging on his earlobe just enough that you feel his dick twitch against you. “What’s it gonna be, then? Am I a naughty student? Slacking receptionist? Do I need to sign for a package, delivery boy?”

The chuckle Namjoon lets out is pained and reluctant. “Was that what you were hoping for? It’s a bit more romantic than that.”

“Romantic is good,” you assure, letting his arms on your hips hold you steady as you lean back and search his face. “Do I get any more clues? Tell me something.”

When he blinks up at you, there’s something open and earnest in his gaze, like he’s left behind that shy boy that blushes at any mention of sex. “Let me show you, love.”

He cradles your back and lays you down on his bed so delicately it takes your breath away. Without speaking, he presses his lips to yours again, and once again you feel unanchored in an ocean, kept floating by the pressure of his proximity. Slower than usual, you move against each other; his hands bracing him up by the pillow, your leg hitched up over his waist to keep him close. Between the soft cushioning of his bed and the solid heat of his body, you feel secure and safe, eyes closed so that he fills your other senses entirely.

The sweetness of the maple syrup on his tongue and lips has long since melted away, but it leaves behind his natural flavour, one you think you prefer more. Aftershave still clings to his cheeks, tingling your nostrils, but past it is the bright candylike scent of his orange blossom shampoo, and they mix dizzily as the ends of his hair brush your skin.

Need begins to pool between your legs, but it doesn’t drive you, instead staying muted in the background like the pleasant heat of a bubbling jacuzzi, hips rocking lazily without any true purpose as you focus on the shocks of pleasure when your tongues connect.

It’s impossible to tell how long the two of you stay like that, no urgency or haste, just enjoying the intimacy and closeness of shared breaths and swollen lips. When he trails a hand down to slip under your shirt, even his slightly calloused fingertips running up your side is enough to make you whimper, sensitised to every touch.

Namjoon groans when his palm covers your breast, gripping it and swiping a thumb over your stiffened peak, arousing even through the fabric of your bra, his mouth only leaving yours for the second it takes to push your shirt over and off, connecting again with a small grunt of need.

Though Namjoon’s body is hot like a furnace against you, the open air still causes you to shiver, arching your back so Namjoon can blindly locate the hooks on your bra, able to slip it off you in no time at all.

This time, when his teeth tug at your lip and you feel the uninhibited contact of his fingertip tracing a circle around your nipple, it’s like a spike of electricity straight to your core, igniting that spark of full-blown arousal. Namjoon’s lips quirk against yours when you let a moan catch in your throat.

When he shifts down, you’re expecting his mouth on your breast, or perhaps him to sit up to take his own clothes off, but he doesn’t go nearly that far. Instead he presses your jaw up, exposing your neck but laying kisses on the underside of your chin first.

Perhaps it’s that you weren’t expecting that touch, or perhaps such a unique place isn’t used to that type of attention, but his swollen lips caressing just below your jaw feels magical, eyelids fluttering as he sucks so, so gently.

His hand never leaves your breast, massaging the flesh, tracing where your regular skin pebbles into the dusky areola, nail dragging teasingly over the bud, and your mind is working itself into knots trying to process all the sensations he’s stirring in you.

If his first time was thrilling, this was nothing short of electric, neon bursts of colour behind your eyelids the only thing you can see. As his kisses slowly venture lower, dipping to the base of your neck, pulse throbbing against him, you picture your nerve endings like purple strands of electricity in a plasma ball, lighting up with every touch of his fingers, lips and tongue to your skin.

“Na-Namjoon,” you gasp out, swallowing to ease the dryness in your throat, “don’t tease, I need you.”

Namjoon shifts lower, but not low enough, chin resting on your chest as he looks up at you with a pleased smile, clearly satisfied with his improvement from last time. “But love, there’s no rush. We have the rest of our lives, remember? To have and to hold,” he rumbles lowly, pressing  two light kisses to the top of your heaving breasts, “til death do us part.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.”

Namjoon’s lip twitches. “Oh,” he repeats playfully. Goosebumps break out on the tops of your arms at this sudden brazenness. He’d clearly been doing plenty of talking with Hoseok, and to see his hard work pay off in your pleasured reactions probably gave him a burst of confidence. “Are you going to be patient for me now, love? Let me savour you?”

Your breath catches in your throat, so you just nod shakily.

Satisfied with your response, Namjoon quirks a lip before using the very tip of his tongue to trail a circle around your nipple, just wide enough that the bud strains for his attention. Your fingers clutch his sides, annoyingly still clothed, as he moves to the other one, still giving your nipple a wide berth. “C-come on, Joonie,” you complain hoarsely, “I need more.”

When he looks up at you from below his lashes and sucks one nipple slowly into his mouth, tongue pressing it against his upper teeth, you hiss sharply, releasing the air in a breathy moan. Namjoon suckles at you gently, still languid but no longer avoiding your most sensitive areas, and the hand not propping him up begins rolling the other one between his fingers, making you shudder.

You’re so wet between your legs it’s growing uncomfortable, and so you cant your hips up towards him, hoping he gets the message. He tuts at you, but pulls off your nipple with a wet pop and sits up to undress further.

Namjoon shucks his own shirt without ceremony before his fingers find your waistband, and you let him slide off your pants and underwear as you lie back and enjoy the sight of his thick chest and smooth stomach, a trail of dark baby hairs disappearing past his jeans that you didn’t remember noticing the first time you slept with him.

He takes off those jeans, his boxers too, and joins you on the bed again, running a warm palm up your side. “I want to taste you,” he announces simply, carding a hand through his hair to keep it out of your face.

“Fuck, please.” You watch with wide eyes as he lies on his stomach, hands dipping under your thighs to lift and part them. The exposed air has you clenching instinctively, and you swear you can see his eyes dilate at the sight. “Namjoon,” you whine, back arching in impatience.

“Shh, love, I’ve got you,” he assures, peppering kisses from just below your knees, down your thighs until you can feel his breath on your core. “So beautiful.”

You can barely breathe, head propped up on the pillow to stare down the plains of your chest and stomach to the insanely attractive man between your legs. Though you’d grown fond of the kinkier, wild scenes - in fact, your dreams at night had taken a turn since joining the show - something about seeing Namjoon so at his element in this domestic atmosphere has you dripping.

Like he has all the time in the world, he locks eyes with you and blows a wave of slightly cool air over your folds. You breathe out a groan, sending him what you hope is a convincing-enough pleading gaze. He smiles placidly, licks his lips, ducks his head even further, and-

And blows another stream, this time narrowed and colder, directly over your clit. You shudder and buck instinctively in his grip, his hands on your thighs keeping you spread.

“Come on,” you gasp out, “Hoseok’s made you into a fucking demon!”

“Oh, trust me,” Namjoon murmurs, “Hoseok’s version was way kinkier than this. I’m trying to be romantic and sensual.”

You shift again, fruitlessly trying to wiggle your hips closer. “It would be really fucking romantic if you would actually put your mouth on my-ah!”

Just like you know Hoseok would (you don’t know whether to thank him or curse him for this), Namjoon strikes when you least expect it, and when you most need it.

Though his mouth is small, his tongue is no less nimble, darting deeply through your folds to collect your juices and using them to slurp harshly at your clit. You jerk, hand shooting down to latch in his hair, but he continues that constant, unyielding vacuum until you’re squirming hopelessly beneath him, finally pulling off with the slightest graze of teeth.

“Happy now?” he retorts, swollen lips glossy with your slick. His hands tighten on your thighs. “Hold them.”

Invigorated by his command, you rush to grasp the backs of your knees, keeping your legs up and spread for him. “Fuck, so good, Joonie, w-want more.”

Now with two hands freed, it’s no surprise when two fingers find their way into your wet heat, twisting inside you with every smooth thrust. His chin is smeared with your wetness when he lowers it to continue laving his tongue over your sensitive clit, but he groans sinfully into you, like he’s getting just as much pleasure from it as you are.

Once he really gets going, he’s merciless, his fingers so thick that you don’t even need a third one to really feel him filling you, hooking up to rub at your g-spot every now and again to hear the involuntary whimpers you give out.

You hold onto your own knees for dear life, writhing under him as a hot coil tightens inside you. “Fu-fuck, Joonie, I’m getting close.”

His mouth detaches from your clit for a bare moment, enough for him to pant out a groan and stare lustily up at you. “Don’t cum yet,” he instructs lowly, “you’re going to cum on my cock this time, love.”

You whine, biting your lip harshly to try and distract from the building pleasure. “Then you have to- have to stop, Joonie,” you shudder out reluctantly.

To your surprise, Namjoon is even more begrudging than you are, tugging out his fingers to chase a last few indulgent licks up your seam before he finally sits up to kneel, panting. “Are you ready for me?”

You feel yourself grow impossibly wetter at the sight of him grasping his length, slipping it through your folds to slick it up. “Yes, god yes, I need it, need your cock,” you garble.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, before he presses his head to your entrance, sinking in barely an inch to test your reaction. “Can’t wait to fill you up, love,” he admits, abs clenching with the effort it takes to sink in slowly. “Fuck a baby into you, my perfect girl.”

Your heart races at his words, clenching around. “God, yes, Joonie, please.” Though all the Gentlemen were well aware you were on birth control, there was something wildly erotic about the thought of it. “Fill me up, wanna be good for you.”

Finally he bottoms out, and your thighs shake at the stretch. With your hips tilted up, it almost feels like he’s fucking right into your stomach, so deep your mind struggles to process the sensations. He heaves a few breaths, giving you a chance to squeeze around him experimentally and grow accustomed to him filling you so completely.

You mumble out your permission for him to move breathily, the air punched out of your lungs when he pulls out only to drive deep inside of you in one slick thrust. Your mouth drops open once he begins to thrust, holding onto your knees for dear life as they tremble uncontrollably.

“God, look at you,” Namjoon pants out, chest heaving with excitement or exertion, perhaps a mix of both. One of his palms presses against the top of your stomach, increasing the pressure of his cock inside you. “‘Be so beautiful with my baby inside you, love, tummy swollen. I’ll take good care of you, would you like that?”

You have to squeeze your eyes shut to put all your focus into speaking. “Ye-yeah, I want that, Joonie,” you manage to articulate, his length keeping your mouth watering whenever he’s inside you. “Gonna be such a good daddy, Joon.”

Like a switch being flicked, Namjoon suddenly jerks, going rigid. Your eyes open blearily when he stills inside you, and you moan openly at the fucked-out look on his face, his eyes lidded and hair wild.

“S-say that again,” he commands, and your mouth drops open at the desperate grate to his voice.

So Namjoon liked to be called… “Daddy,” you whine experimentally, grinning when his cock twitches, hips juddering. “Want you to fuck me, Daddy, please move.”

“God, love, so fucking perfect for me,” he makes out before he starts off again with a renewed vigor, hands kneading at your breasts, at the flesh of your hips, at your ass as he lifts you up to meet his every thrust.

The feeling of him fucking into you so intensely has you feeling delirious, unsure if the ringing in your ears is actually the sounds of your own cries, torn from your throat with every slap of his balls against your ass, the weight of his hips jerking you into the pillow more and more every time.

You feel the pressure of his body hovering just above you, the angle of his thrusts changing, then suddenly his mouth is on your breast again, sucking harshly at the nipple. With the way your body moves beneath him, he can’t help but scrape his teeth against you a couple times, but it just makes the pleasure soar higher, neon starbusts of colour behind your eyelids when you squeeze them closed.

“Close again,” you warn desperately, losing the grip on one of your knees due to the sweat gathering there. With one up and one down, the angle changes again, and you reach out blindly to latch onto his upper arm, screaming at the heights of pleasure. “Can I cum this time, Daddy, please let me cum!”

“Fuck, give it to me, cum for me,” he growls out around your breast, and you see stars.

The orgasm that rips through you is powerful enough that all your senses fade suddenly away, unable to feel anything expect a rush of pleasure all the way down to your toes, boneless yet convulsing as he pistons his hips into you once, twice, three more times until he’s taken by the way you clench tightly around him.

He laps clumsily, wetly at your nipple as he spills inside you, before the two of you are completely drained of energy. Panting, heaving, you don’t even manage to catch your breath before you’re falling into slumber, Namjoon still inside you.

--

“He told us to wait here, right?” you ask anxiously.

There are six of you gathered on the couches in the lounge. Television off, the silence is weirdly uncomfortable. Perhaps that’s just because you know that everyone is waiting here not only to see Jimin, but to see what Jimin is going to do to you.

Hoseok, tucked into the smallest corner of the couch on the right, huffs lightly at your question. “He’s Jimin, Y/n. Either he’s up there primping or he’s just making you wait to be obnoxious.”

Perched beside him with a glass of whisky, two fingers full, Yoongi sends a droll glare to Hoseok. “Bold words for a man who’s choosing to watch the show.”

“I’m curious, sue me.”

“I think we all are,” Namjoon adds, curled up beside you in the central position of the three couches. “I think the only one that knows his prompt is Tae.”

Taehyung turns to answer, propped up against Jin’s side on the left, but the eldest interrupts, a crease of worry between his brows. “Not all of us, it seems,” he points out. “Don’t you find it strange that Jungkook isn’t here?”

“Does he know?” Taehyung wonders, fingers dipping into his pocket to reach for his phone.

Yoongi frowns. “He knows. He asked me not to make him anything for dinner tonight. Said he wasn’t feeling well. Didn’t seem like he was sick, just… distressed. I think you should talk with him, Jin.”

Jin sucks in a breath, pauses, and exhales again, jaw flexing. “Sure.”

The six of you lapse into a slightly strained silence again, before Namjoon gets restless, shifting beside you until he finally clears his throat and looks up at Yoongi. “What is for dinner, hyung?”

“We didn’t really have much for lunch, so I’m thinking steak and pasta,” the doctor offers up. “There’s some carbonara sauce in the pantry that looks good.”

Taehyung coughs nervously. “Do we have steak? I didn’t think there were-”

“We had plenty this morning when I checked,” Yoongi cuts in evenly. “Should I be aware of any recent developments?”

The masseuse pouts, leaning further into Jin’s side like he’ll protect him. “Well… It’s just that I feel so bad for Mango! The kennel I bought online isn’t as insulated as I hoped it would be and I know she gets lonely.”

Yoongi groans, going lax on the leather of the couch. “So you figured she’d what? Cuddle with the steaks?”

“I just figured maybe if I gave her nice food she’d cheer up,” Taehyung adds, “and it was just two! Are you mad at me?”

“No, I guess I’m not. Jungkook isn’t eating anyway, and…” Yoongi grins. “As penance, you can have plain pasta and watch the rest of us enjoy our perfectly cooked steaks.”

Taehyung throws himself against Jin dramatically, but even as he moans in misery, a relieved smile crooks at his lips. “I suppose,” he drawls begrudgingly, and once again a light atmosphere fills the room, like everyone’s just sighed out a breath of relief.

You lean onto the arm of the couch, facing Taehyung. “Tae, Jimin’s prompt isn’t too, like, intense, right?”

He cocks his head. “What do you mean? For him or for you?”

“Uh…” Your mind whirls blankly, cheeks heating up as you draw the attention of the other guys. “For- for me. So far some of the scenes have been pretty taxing, and I guess I just didn’t expect such a jump up from Week One.”

Instead of laughing or teasing, the others go a little solemn, perhaps even bashful. “Jimin’s isn’t super crazy, Y/n, don’t worry,” Taehyung assures quickly.

Yoongi bites down hard on his tongue, jaw popping. “We didn’t go too hard on you, did we?”

You suck in a breath. “I mean- No, not individually. It builds up though, you know?” Something niggles in the back of your mind, something you’ve wondered for a while. “Do you guys talk about it?”

Hoseok hesitates. “About fucking you?”

Your cheeks are on fire as you curl up small in the corner. “Not- Not that specifically, but just… Do you guys discuss who goes when and who has what? I kinda wondered why you spread yourselves out, if it’s just a coincidence or if you- Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“We kinda do,” Hoseok admits freely. “Like, obviously we don’t all sit down in a room brainstorming or something-” You don’t miss the way Taehyung and Namjoon instinctively lock gazes, though you can’t quite read their expressions. Hoseok continues, “but we do chat with each other and try and give each other space.”

Jin shrugs easily. “Yeah, like, I’ll just say in the groupchat, ‘I’m planning on doing my scene outside, look outside at your own risk’ or whatever.” The eldest stiffens as he’s fixed with several glares of alarm, including your own. “What? Were we not meant to tell her about the groupchat?”

Your mouth drops open. “You guys have a groupchat without me? I wanna see!”

“That defeats the purpose of you not being in the group chat,” Yoongi points out, though his grin is more sheepish than mischievous.

You make a noise of exasperation, ready to protest further, but before you can open your mouth the doorbell rings.

Everyone freezes.

After a moment, the doorbell rings again.

“You should go get it,” Taehyung supplies helpfully, eyes on you. “Might be interesting.”

Your heart picks up with the cool thread of adrenaline. It’s time. All eyes are on you as you sit up and make your way out to the foyer, the tile cool under your bare feet.

Though the door is a rich mahogany, clouded glass panels on either side betray a dark figure, perfectly still. Even though you can barely see the outline, there’s no deny the expectant tilt of their head belongs to none other than Jimin.

By the time you pad up to the door and turn the knob, his hand is outstretched to ring the bell a third time, and his mouth parts in surprise before giving you a pleasant beam.

You’d been wondering if he was meant to be a delivery guy, a mechanic, something along those lines, but your first glance over him proves you wrong.

His blue hair is glossy enough to reflect the light of the lamp above the doorway, curled in graceful swoops on his forehead and temples. Though he always wore makeup, it was clear he’s set to impress, with a bold russet red lip, powerful black eyeliner and a spot of gold under each eye.

He’s taller than usual, and you glance down automatically, to be greeted with the most gorgeous black heels, stiletto points giving him an extra few inches of height. The shoes make his legs look a mile long, and you suck in a breath as you follow them up, realising they’re completely bare, the only adornment a sinfully tight pair of black fishnets that dig in to his thighs and calves.

In fact, all he seems to be wearing otherwise is a black trenchcoat, falling to mid-thigh and with the sash tied so tightly it accentuates his narrow waist.

All put together, he looks like sin personified, the kind sailors drown for. You can’t help but want to dive in yourself. Trying to go along with the roleplay, you play dumb. “Do I, uh, do I know you?”

Jimin’s smile broadens as his arm falls, hand resting snugly on his hip. “You will soon, sweetness.” Usually one for pinks, nudes and clear glosses, seeing him suddenly in a deep red makes you realise just how full his lips are. You miss the feeling of them on you. “Did Taehyung not tell you I was coming?”

“Did Tae-?” You clear your throat, unsure how to proceed. This Jimin was Amazonian; bruisingly pretty and intimidating in his grace. “I guess not? Was he supposed to?”

His eyes crinkle empathetically, darting past you into the foyer. “Let’s talk inside, shall we? I’m not exactly dressed for the outdoors.”

“Oh, fuck!” you blurt instinctively, and you swear his lip twitches before you’re backing away hastily, ushering him inside. “I’m so sorry, please come in! Do you want me to take your coat? I don’t- I don’t know what you need.”

Jimin steps inside and closes the door behind him in one smooth motion, punctuated only by the click of his heels on the tile. He reaches out to pat your cheek, only somewhat condescendingly. “No wonder, sweetness, you didn’t even know I was coming.” That isn’t quite true, but in the scheme of things, you may as well not have known he was doing his scene tonight at all for all it’s helping you. “Why don’t you lead me to Taehyung? I assume he’s here.”

“Of course he’s- I mean, yes, he’s here. Right this way.”

The two of you only have a short trip to the lounge, where no doubt the other five have been straining their ears to eavesdrop, but every strike of his heels against the floor behind you has the hairs on the nape of your neck standing on end.

In the lounge, the guys are all turned around in their seats to shamelessly ogle Jimin, Taehyung the only one without the gobsmacked look on his face - though even he takes in an unsteady breath at how gorgeous the man looks.

You make your way to him, standing awkwardly in front of the couch that him and Jin share. Turning back to face Jimin, you can’t help but match Taehyung’s reaction. Jimin looks even more radiant in the decent lighting of the room. You can see now his trenchcoat is a lush fabric, slightly thicker than silk, and deeply matte. Around the inside of the collar is a faint embossed silver logo, promoting Chanel as the designer of that piece.

Ignoring the stunned silence of the room, Jimin slinks immediately to Taehyung, tipping his chin up with his knuckles. “Did you not tell Y/n about me, hm?” he questions with a faux pout. “Kept it a secret, our naughty Taehyungie.”

The masseuse wilts pleadingly under Jimin’s gaze, and the responding wicked grin makes you think that Jimin probably told him to keep quiet, only to tell him off for it now. “Sorry, Minnie,” Taehyung mutters nonetheless. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Did you now?” Jimin lets go of him, stepping back. “I suppose we should get down to business, then. Are you all leaving, or do I have an audience tonight?” Glancing around imperiously, you watch as his eyes dart back and forth, smile faltering. His breath catches, eyes dull with disappointment that he quickly masks under a broad smile. “It’s just the six of you, then?”

Your heart aches as you think of the missing person still upstairs in his room. “Yeah, it’s just us.”

Always the professional, Jimin moves on without comment. “Well, then, sweetness; take a seat and get comfortable. You’re a lucky girl tonight.”

Your mouth feels dry even as it waters. Taking your seat beside Namjoon again, you watch in rapt anticipation as Jimin slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone, fiddling with something on it as he strolls slowly into the center of the room, just in front of the television.

“We have a few rules,” Jimin announces. “No heckling, no getting drunk while I’m here, and no touching unless I give you permission. They’re simple, so I expect you to follow them. Got it?”

With his back to the group as he sets up his phone, you’re unsure who exactly he’s addressing, but some of you make general hums of confirmation, all the attention on Jimin.

When the music starts - a deep, thrumming beat with a sensual pace - you can see the change in him immediately, even from the back. His shoulders adjust, head tips back slightly like he’s letting it run through him, and his fingers find the knot of his sash.

You can barely comprehend the fact that Jimin is about to dance for you, breath caught in your throat when his hips begin to sway and the fabric of his trenchcoat loosens, slipping down just enough to reveal the tops of his shoulders, bare except two skinny black straps.

Following the groove of the music, he rocks his head back, hips shifting side to side, and lets the coat fall an inch at a time. A tight black bodice is revealed, structured leather with a soft velvet trim that covers most of his back. Sleeves dangling right at the ends of his fingertips, the coat dips just below the swells of his ass, which are clad in a racy g-string, a thicker band of lace low across his hips and a narrow one running down the middle of his cheeks. Letting the coat go completely, the last of his back silhouette is exposed, the leather garter straps that hold those fishnet stockings up.

“Shit!” Yoongi hisses under his breath, hands glinting in the light and whiskey glass significantly emptier than before. A dark patch spreads across one leg of his pants, evidence of him spilling his drink.

Though he was quiet, Jimin picks up on it, and turns smoothly, lightly surprised and heavily amused, watching Yoongi squirm in embarrassment as he approaches.

If the view from the back is breathtaking, seeing Jimin full-frontal is another level. The bodice has clearly been tailored for someone with a flat chest, but the shape no less speaks to the feminine style of a bra, roughly triangular leather covering the upper half of his chest to meet the smooth velvet straps. The whole piece is just short enough that it leaves a stripe of skin between fabrics, his hipbones jutting out gracefully and guiding your gaze lower, where the front of his lace panties strain with the size of his length, the tip threatening to peek out the top.

He’s hard, you notice with a start, and from the hazy look on everyone’s faces, they’ve noticed it too. Jimin likes this.

When he’s standing in front of Yoongi, towering over the other in his heels, he reaches out a hand silently, eyes darting to the glass in Yoongi’s hand.

The elder gulps, holding it up, blushing as Jimin wraps one hand around Yoongi’s wrist, and takes the glass from him with the other. In a graceful swill, he downs the last of Yoongi’s whiskey, not even wincing. Teasingly, he bends down to place the empty glass directly over Yoongi’s crotch, making him hiss.

Like he has all the time in the world, Jimin straightens up again and tugs the wrist in his grasp higher. Locking eyes, Jimin parts his lips and wraps them around the base of Yoongi’s thumb, sucking off the spilt liquor.

Yoongi groans lowly, cheeks stained red as his eyes flutter shut in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. As Jimin makes his way through all of Yoongi’s fingers, bobbing his head obscenely and swirling his tongue, you think you see the empty glass wobble on Yoongi’s lap, like his cock is twitching in his pants. Fuck. It’s not even you getting the full weight of Jimin’s attention and you already feel dizzy with need.

Once he’s done, Jimin lets go and Yoongi’s hand falls limply to his side. Satisfied, he moves to the center of the room again, hips fluid with the flow of the music.

A cursory glance around the room shows that you’re not the only one heavily affected. Beside you Namjoon is restless, shifting back and forth from spreading his legs to ease the pressure, and clenching them together to try and hide the bulge in his pants. Hoseok looks pale, eyes wide and locked onto Jimin’s ass as he walks away from their couch.

On the other side, Taehyung and Jin are significantly more shameless; Jin rests a hand on the back of Tae’s neck and tugs at the curls of hair there as the younger boy ruts against his thigh, curled into his side even as the two of them focus on the attraction in the centre of the room.

You can only imagine how fucked out you must look too, wriggling against the couch cushion seeking friction with your heart thudding in your chest. The effect is only heightened when Jimin locks his eyes to you and begins to dance.

One day, a few of you were gathered in this very lounge, having enough drinks to get a bit silly and uncoordinated. Jimin had told you all a little bit about his dancing career. From what he’d said, you formed this mental image of him in soft makeup and satin shoes, dainty but powerful in front of an adoring crowd. The way he spoke about music - too much of a heavyweight to be as incoherent as the rest of you - made it seem like it was his greatest love, a match made in heaven.

Though now pirouettes and grand jetés had been replaced by spread legs and lidded eyes, you could still see that passion he spoke of. It enchanted you like a snake charmer or a siren, and arousal entwines endlessly with awe in your stomach.

After what feels like the shortest eternity, the music of the first song fades out, and Jimin straightens up, exhaling a breath like he’s releasing its hold from his body to make room for the next.

The tune that fills the room next has a decently higher tempo than the first one, each beat punctuated by a clap, and he grins when he hears it, stalking forwards.

Between Jimin and the rest of you is a coffee table, and he makes his way around to Taehyung and Jin, eyes sparkling at how Taehyung straddles Jin’s thigh, blinking up at the dancer owlishly.

“Oh, baby,” Jimin coos, “enjoying the show?”

Taehyung nods, not shy but too wound up to speak.

At the lack of verbal response, Jimin grins, perching himself on Jin’s other thigh, making the eldest hiss. “Taehyungie,” Jimin calls in a sing-song voice, fingers winding into his hair, just above Jin’s, “you still haven’t paid me for my services, you know?”

“H-huh?” Poor Taehyung looks barely coherent, interrupted from his grind and staring weakly at Jimin’s glossy lips. You can’t imagine you’d be faring any better in his situation. “What- How do I pay you?”

Jimin faux pouts. “Normally I’m very expensive,” he admits lowly, but the room is silent apart from the music, and since it’s just playing from his phone, it doesn’t impede the rest of you listening in. “But I like you. I’ll take my payment tomorrow. You know what I mean, right?”

Taehyung nods dumbly, obediently, making the dancer grin wickedly.

Fixing his attention on Jin, Jimin trails his fingertips up his thigh and traces the outline of Jin’s cock in his makes, making him groan. “Take good care of my baby tonight, won’t you?”

Jin sucks in a shaky breath, eyes darting to Taehyung, but the curly-haired boy just whines and buries his face in the crook of Jin’s neck, a wordless display. “You got it, Min.”

From the other side of the room, a click of the tongue catches your attention. Hoseok is straight-faced, extricating himself from the corner of the couch to stand up and make his way out.

Jimin swiftly stands in front of him to impede his way. “Where are you going?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes with a shrug. “I came, I saw, I sated my curiosity. I’m not interested in waiting in line to be fondled, thank you very much.”

Jimin seems to have forgotten the music, eyes gleaming as he faces off the dom. “Poor baby too impatient to wait, hm? I’ll let you jump the queue,” he finishes in a husky voice, grinning.

Hoseok eyes the doorway behind Jimin, huffing impatiently. “Nice try. I’m not interested.”

Tipping his head to the side, Jimin’s brows lift in a mix of surprise and bemusement. “I’m inclined to disagree,” he says, taking a step closer so that only a sliver of air parts them. Hoseok stiffens, stubbornly avoiding looking at the dancer. “I’d venture a guess that you’re leaving so suddenly because you’re a little too interested.” Slow enough that Hoseok has plenty of time to refuse, Jimin runs his knuckles all the way down Hoseok’s front, brushing over his crotch. His grin widens, flashing white teeth. “Hmm.”

Hoseok scoffs and pulls himself away, neck and forehead slightly red. “Don’t get too cocky. It was from Taehyung, not from you, peaches.”

Even from the other side of the room, Jimin’s instinctual reaction is clear as day. His shoulders drop and his lips part, lashes fluttering before he can control the response.

If you didn’t miss it, Hoseok certainly didn’t either. He barks out a laugh, back in power again, and steps to Jimin’s side to pass him. “Knew it. Don’t miss me too much, then, peaches.”

Even as Jimin is shuddering at the petname again, Hoseok rears his hand back to smack Jimin’s ass with a sharp noise of impact, Jimin jumping forward with a startled squeak. “No touching!” the dancer hisses, one ass cheek already flooding with a sweet candy pink.

“Apologies,” Hoseok says with a teasing grin, already at the doorway, “I’ll see myself out.”

Jimin makes an indignant cry, but the older man is already bouncing up the stairs cheerfully. Determined to get the sexy atmosphere back, Jimin takes a deep breath and turns back to you all with a rueful smile, but it falters when the music fades out, the second song ending. “Ah,” he murmurs, “show’s over, kids.”

Namjoon, the only guy that hadn’t received any personal attention, sits up with a frown. “Wait, already?”

Jimin shrugs, smiling at him sweetly. “Sorry, Joon. Last song’s a private dance. Maybe another time.”

A private dance. Your breath quickens as Jimin turns off the next song that randomly came up on shuffle, collects his phone, and hitches his coat off the floor with the point of a stiletto, gathering it under his arm.

The others quietly start to stretch, sit up, Yoongi going to fill up his glass again. By the time Jimin makes his way to you, Jin has already lifted Tae up with a single arm under him, carrying the younger upstairs as Taehyung sucks shamelessly at his neck. Namjoon is slower to move, probably still a little worked up and edged from the show, but he joins Yoongi in the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

Once Jimin is directly in front of you, your breath stops. He’s gathered the lightest sheen of sweat from dancing, or perhaps that’s just the highlighter on his cheeks, and his eyes are hazed from the excitement of performing. He silently reaches a hand out to you with an enticing smirk.

You furrow your brow in confusion. “Not here?”

“I did say private. Unless you want me to fuck you where everyone can see?”

You gulp at the thinly veiled threat. “We can go.” You take his hand and let him lift you up with effortless strength, pausing when he looks at you expectantly. “Did I do something…?”

Jimin beams like you’re a cute but stupid pet. “I haven’t been here before, remember? Show me to your room, sweetness.”

“Oh!” You rush past him, hands catching to guide him out and upstairs. The thrill of excitement speeds your steps, and in no time at all he’s placing his coat and phone on your desk, guiding you to sit on the end of the bed.

The third song starts with the familiar smoothness of Beyonce’s voice, an older pop song that holds up still, and Jimin slips off the black straps of the bodice, another set directly below them. Arms tucking behind him, he begins to undo the clasps one by one.

“You were being very well behaved, you know, sitting there and waiting for your turn,” he muses, fiddling with the fabric behind him. “Now you get a reward.”

You don’t know what to say in response, just nodding wordlessly, but it seems he is content with that. After a moment, you notice the top half of the bodice pull away from his chest lightly, revealing not plain skin but more lace, matching the panties that struggle to cover his cock. He approaches you as he undoes the last few at the base, and slips smoothly between your legs, letting it fall to the side.

In front of you in all his glory, Jimin looks gorgeous, the inky swoops of his tattoo peeking out from under a sweet black lace bralette, the skinniest straps holding up the delicate cups. In the center is a tiny black satin bow, and you think you feel your heart give out a little at the sight of it.

Even in his pretty lingerie, he’s no less intimidating, and you shudder at the feeling of his eyes locked onto you, feeding on your reactions and pinning you to the bed.

“You like it?” the dancer asks, voice rough with arousal. You nod quickly, still too stunned for words. Jimin hums, winding a hand around the back of your neck. “Show me how much you like it.”

Before you can suck in a breath, his mouth descends on yours, and a shot of electricity runs through you as he spares no time for pecks and caresses. This kiss is nothing short of filthy, his tongue runs over your teeth, he bites your lips, he sucks on your tongue. You do your best to reciprocate enthusiastically, but there’s no question who’s in charge.

With how deep and primal it is, there’s no surprise when you feel your shared spit begin to collect in the corners of your lips and run down your chin. Jimin doesn’t stop, but lowers his mouth to lap it up, pushing it back in and continuing to fuck his tongue into your mouth.

You moan hopelessly into the kiss, hips rocking on the edge of the mattress fruitlessly and fingers holding on to his neck and shoulder for dear life. His teeth are sharp, nipping mercilessly at your bottom lip until your eyes sting, but it only serves to drive more need.

The music in the background livens up as it reaches the chorus, and suddenly the thought of the song finishing and him leaving you high and dry comes to mind. You tug yourself away from him, sucking the spit off your swollen lip. “Jimin,” you gasp out, “I want you.”

Jimin grins. Though his gloss is all but gone, the colour on his lips remains intact. “You aren’t gonna let me finish my dance, sweetness?”

“Wi-Will you still fuck me after the song ends?” you ask, feeling stupid for needing confirmation.

Jimin lets out a soft but condescending coo, hands squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips pout. “Poor baby just wants to get fucked, does she? Baby just wants a cock in her.”

Even as he mocks you, you can’t even defend yourself. “Please, Jiminie.”

He places a single light peck over your protruding and obscenely swollen lips. “Let’s make a deal; I’ll dance for the rest of the song, and if you can keep your hands to yourself, I’ll let you cum when I fuck you. Sound fair?”

At this point, you’d agree to anything, and both of you know it. “I can do it,” you insist even as your voice wobbles.

Instead of answering, Jimin begins to move, following the momentum of the music. Your hands lie at their sides, the duvet cool against your heated flesh.

He starts out easy, stepping back to give himself more space and slowly lowering into a crouch, the heels making his calves pop. Running his hands down his chest, fingers slipping under the lace, he sighs out like his own touch gives him unspeakable pleasure.

You grit your teeth. Watching him touch himself just makes you want to touch him more. He widens his legs, showing the place where the lacy band narrows down below his balls into a thin string. Whether it’s the angle or just the amount of moving he’s done, the tip of his cock has nestled up higher, poking out just to the side of his hip. Shamelessly, he runs a single fingertip over it, tapping so you can see the clear strands of precum that cling.

You let out an unsteady breath, relaxing slightly as the song begins to build to the final chorus. Not long.

Unfortunately for you, Jimin recognises the changing keys as well as you do, and he stands up smoothly, slinking towards you.

Instead of settling between your knees this time, he turns his back to you and bends down, folding himself in half to fully bare his ass. Hoseok’s handprint still pinkens the skin of one, and the sudden desire to reach out and see if it’s as warm to the touch as it looks overcomes you. You hiss and fist your hands in the fabric of the duvet cover, making Jimin stretch up with a laugh.

Merciless, Jimin widens his stance, choosing to sit on top of your lap, ass grinding on you. You can imagine this movement would be much more unbearable for a guy, but you still feel your resolve unravelling, taken by the fluidity of his hips, the lace accuentuating his slender waist, the pressure of his head as he tips it back onto your shoulder.

“This is so unfair,” you complain shakily, and are rewarded with the musical giggle Jimin lets out, bubbling from his arched throat right into your ear.

Luckily, the chorus ends, and the final notes settle down. Jimin’s hips still and he turns his head, lips just about brushing your cheek. “Good job, sweetness,” he praises warmly, “can I have another kiss?”

Your jaw jerks automatically before you catch yourself. Though it’s fading out, the song technically hasn’t ended yet. “Not yet.”

Shameless even as his ruse is exposed, Jimin just beams and twist around so that he’s straddling you face-on. He lowers his mouth to your collarbone, nibbling at the skin there as the beat fades and the overlaying instruments peter out. Though it must only be ten or fifteen seconds, it feels like forever as he rocks himself against you just like Taehyung had done to Jin - albeit less desperate and more strategic - and licks at the bite marks on your neck.

Finally, it goes silent, and you exhale deeply, hands automatically coming up to rest on his hips as he laughs lightly at your successful efforts. “I’m impressed,” he admits, “guess you get your reward after all, sweetness.”

So relieved that the heat between your legs will get some attention, you barely take notice of him standing up off you, at least not until he slips his cock fully out of the panties.

His cock, straining with being left unattended so long, is a far deeper pink than the mark on his ass, particularly around the head. He sucks in a breath through his nose as he strokes himself, before blinking down at you.

“Clothes off if you want me, sweetness.”

You could guarantee you’ve never undressed so quickly before, frantically enough that your hips are hot from the friction of tugging down your pants. You take no note, however, just spreading your legs wantonly as you eye up his cock.

“Fuck, look at you,” Jimin curses, bracing a hand on your hip as he lines himself up. “Don’t even need stretching, do you? Looks like Joonie opened you up for me already.”

Your cheeks burn, but there’s not enough time to dwell on the embarrassment, as Jimin holds you down with his grasp on your hip and bottoms out in a single thrust.

Even though he’s right, the sudden fullness has you gasping a moan, almost falling onto your back. You prop yourself up and widen your legs further, eyes locked on the sight of his cock, nestled underneath by the lushest black lace, buried deep inside you. “Fuck, please move.”

“My pleasure,” he coos with a sweet smile, before the smile drops to a slack pout of lust, snapping his hips with a deftness that you now know is due to his background as a dancer.

You fight to keep yourself sitting up, one hand around the back of his neck as he fills you with every stroke, but the angle isn’t quite right, and you find your pelvis shifting to find it.

Jimin notices your frustration, and wordlessly pauses, grips your thighs and tugs you forward so that you’re flat on your back, ass over the edge and held up by his upper body strength. Without you even processing the change, he’s returning to his ruthless place, and you sob from relief at the way your insides come alive with pleasure, so much stronger than before.

“Fuck, right there! Right- ungh, yes, Ji-Jimin,” you pant out, feeling unbearably hot all at once with the intensity of it.

Though part of you is still sore from the scene you had with Namjoon earlier, your swollen walls only increase the drag of him against your sensitive tissue, and you quickly turn incoherent, tongue so thick in your mouth that you open it, panting as your fingers clutch the duvet to anchor you.

“That good, huh?” Jimin notes with a laugh stuttered by grunts of exertion. Normally, you’d protest or retort, but with your ankles wrapped around him and back arching off the bed, there’s nothing on your mind but the enveloping urge to cum.

Rather than reply, you just let yourself drown in the sensations, vision going black as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your orgasm comes so fast that you don’t even notice it approaching, can’t even warn him. It’s like a clap of thunder, making you go stiff with a scream before turning completely boneless, legs slipping down off him weakly.

Jimin curses as you squeeze around him, but fucks you through it thoroughly, only slowing down once you begin to fuss, shivering and wriggling away.

Dazed from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, it takes you a few moments for the fog in your brain to clear. Once you do, you glance down and realise Jimin is still achingly hard, dripping with your slick and the remnants of Namjoon’s cum, but none of his own. He strokes it lazily, gaze searching your face.

So exhausted from two intense scenes in one day, you don’t think you could manage to jerk him off or give him a decent blowjob, but to leave him hanging would be cruel. Instead, you fumble to slide yourself off the bed, landing a little too hard on your knees.

“What are you- oh, Y/n, fuck,” Jimin exclaims lowly as you blink up at him and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He gets the message easily, speeding up his strokes as his tip bounces on your tongue, brief sparks of the salty tang of your shared arousal.

He must have been close before, because it doesn’t take him more than a minute to fall over the edge, cumming into your mouth with thick spurts. A shame it couldn’t have been inside you a different way, but you nonetheless chase his cock, blade of your tongue dipping into his slit to make sure you’d gotten every last drop.

Jimin swears lowly, stroking your hair back fondly as you swallow, and helps you stand up on wobbly legs.

Leading you to the bathroom, Jimin sits you on the closed toilet seat as he runs a bath. Having slipped off his heels somewhere back in the room, he unhooks his garters as he waits for the tub to fill. With one leg resting on the high edge of the tub, rolling down the fishnets one at a time, you once again are silenced in awe of his beauty.

It feels unspeakably intimate to watch him unclasp the bralette, slip off the panties, and slowly take his makeup off, easily locating the makeup remover he’d borrowed from you that very first night.

Your eyes sting a little as you’re reminded of that time. It feels like an eternity ago, even though it’s just under a fortnight. You’d thought he was so intimidating back then. Though he still had the power to command attention, you’d seen enough of the kindhearted, thoughtful and sensitive man beneath that the Jimin two weeks ago felt like a very different man.

“Water’s ready.”

You blink yourself out of that train of thought, letting Jimin help you carefully into the tub, joining you on the other side, legs tangled. “Thank you,” you manage to say, still feeling a little out of it after a tiring day and a good orgasm.

Jimin beams, glancing away to obscure some of his face. It’s clear to you that the lack of makeup has him feeling a bit vulnerable. His skin is flushed red - either naturally or from exertion you couldn’t tell - and his brows were softer, eyes looking smaller without the shadow that emphasised them. He wasn’t any less beautiful like this, just more human. Comforting, in a way, as he passes you a washcloth and begins to lather himself up in strawberry-scented bodywash.

“Hey, Y/n,” Jimin starts, but his voice sounds weirdly stilted and unlike him.

“Mm?”

“My, um, my…” He lets out a light cough, avoiding your gaze with an air of forced aloofness. “Granny keeps asking about you. She’s convinced we’re dating, but that’s, uh, I’ve assured her we aren’t. She really liked you, and whenever we chat she asks to speak to you, and, um…”

You feel more coherent than you have in a good couple hours, sitting upright. “She does?”

Jimin laughs ruefully. “I never really knew how to ask you if you wanted to speak to her, or if I should even ask you at all-”

“So you thought now, while we’re both naked in a tub after you fucking my brains out is the right time?”

Jimin’s cheeks colour more as he splutters. “You can say no, I just didn’t want you to… I don’t know. You can say no.”

You beam at him. “I have one rule.”

“What?”

“I’ll hang out with Mrs. Park on one condition.”

The blue-haired boy stares at you warily. “Which is?”

You lean forward with a deadpan expression on your face, making him grimace in worry. “You let me sleep in your bed tonight,” you explain gravely, “I’m running out of options for this Bangasm Bomb thingy, and it’s only fair after you just took me out of commission like that.”

Jimin laughs in relief, throwing his head back with a joyous grin. “Deal! Don’t scare me like that.”

You return his smile, heart swelling from the fondness you hold for him. “Of course I’ll chat with your grandma, Jimin. I love her. She reminds me of you a lot.”

You may have said too much, but Jimin goes lax against the opposite end of the tub, smile never leaving his lips, and you don’t regret it for a second.

[quyennie]

Worldwide Handsome

Pairing: Reader x Jin (BTS)

Word Count: 4992

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Cursing, unprotected sex, impregnation fetish, that’s about it

A/N: possible sequel (let me know if you want it); major thanks to @excindrela for being my editor and proofreader and telling me it didn’t completely suck balls

“I will never call you worldwide handsome.”

“Oh, really baby girl? Imma have you screaming worldwide handsome soon enough.”

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

“Ha you dream of me too?”

Jin was your most annoying classmate. How did you two get partnered up for your final project? You swear your professor must’ve hated you because he knew you two didn’t get along. This was your biggest grade though so you had to pass which means you and Jin would be stuck together all semester. There was so much to do, rehearsals, practice, picking what scene of what play or movie, there was just too much and you knew Jin was just going to disagree with everything you said. You were both acting majors, so you had been putting up with him since freshman year of college since you both had to take all the same classes in order to graduate. It was now your senior year. You just had to pass this class and a couple others and then you’d be able to graduate and try to find work as an actress or at least somewhere in the world of the performing arts - you didn’t even care if you had to start out behind the scenes. Right now, you just really dreaded the idea of being stuck with Jin all semester.

“Okay, we’re stuck together. Might as well get started on the project now don’t you think?” you asked.

“Yeah, okay kitten,” he replied leaning back in his chair.

“Geez would you stop with all the pet names. I am not your baby girl or your kitten. I am y/n, and I don’t wanna deal with your bullshit all semester any more than you wanna deal with me.”

You were so annoyed. Why did he have to be your partner?

“You must really wanna deal with me then. I’m thoroughly enjoying this,” he laughed.

You had no idea how you were going to make it through the next sixteen weeks without slapping that smug ass grin off his face. Yes, he was cute, but you didn’t know how he ended up with the name “worldwide handsome;” and you just hated him for being so damn cocky about it.

“Ugh, can we just get to work. First of all, would you rather do a movie or a play to recreate?” you asked. You were starting to get a headache just from being in the presence of an arrogant snob for too long.

“You pick,” he honestly sounded sincere for once.

“Okay, I pick a play.”

“Sounds good, kit- I mean y/n” he said.

Oohhh, he almost called you kitten again. Nice save though. Maybe he wasn’t quite as bad as you thought, but he still annoyed the shit out of you.

“Which one?” you asked.

“Umm.. Shakespeare?”

Was that a question? “Yeah, Shakespeare is fine. Which one of his plays though?”

“Romeo and Juliet.” He didn’t ask but stated. There was no arguing.

You sighed, “Fine, which scene?”

“Not sure, let’s figure that out later. Would you like to meet up later for coffee so we can talk about it more? I’m so sorry, but I have somewhere I have to be.”

He sounded sincere enough, “Yeah, the café by the library fine with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around 7?”

“Okay, see you then,” you still didn’t like him, but once he stopped calling you pet names, he wasn’t all that bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to get through the semester. Maybe.

“See you then…. Kitten,” he winked and walked out of the classroom.

“UGH!!!” you couldn’t help but sigh. This was definitely going to be a long semester. What were you even thinking?

You went back to your dorm to drop your books off from your other classes and to just chill for a while. It was only 4:30 and you didn’t meet Jin until 7. Two and a half hours. What were you gonna do until then? It was only a 5 minute walk to the café. You decided to catch up on your homework for one class. That only took half an hour though. Two more hours to go. You laid on the bed and closed your eyes. Why did you see Jin when you closed your eyes? You were slightly annoyed but not entirely surprised. He was very good looking- it was just that he knew he was good looking… he was so conceited! You just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. You also wanted to scream his name while his head was buried between your thighs. This was gonna be a long semester indeed. You’d heard the stories. He was a womanizer: he would seduce you, fuck you, and be gone before you ever even realized what happened- and you refused to become just another notch in his bedpost. You wouldn’t give in to him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t imagine doing things with him, right? You still had well over an hour and a half before you had to be at the café, so you pulled out your vibrator and went to work pleasuring yourself to the thought of Jin’s beautiful mouth sucking your swollen clit while you moaned his name. You got off so fast thinking of him. How was that even possible?

You just had to remember not to give in. Could you hold out for four whole months? Of course, you could! You needed to pass that class, not become a fucktoy for Mr. Worldwide Handsome (gag). You cleaned up and decided to take a shower so you wouldn’t walk in smelling like sex. You put your clothes on, jeans and a low cut t-shirt (who were you kidding- you liked when he looked at your boobs but you would never admit this to him) and your favorite hot pink Converse. You grabbed your phone and purse and headed out the door.

6:55. You walked into the café and looked around thinking maybe because you were early, he wouldn’t be there yet, but there he was sitting in the corner with a coffee scrolling on his phone. He looked up as the bell rang when you walked in and waved you over. Look at that smile. It’s a smile, not a smirk this time. Woah!

“Hey, you’re here!” He sounds happy about that. Maybe because he didn’t wanna look like he got stood up.

“Yep, you’re early.”

“I didn’t want you to have to wait on me. It’s okay though, I’ve only been here a couple minutes.”

“Oh okay, I was gonna feel bad if you had been waiting for a while,” You were trying to be nice since he seemed genuine right now.

“Well in that case I’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long? Did you change clothes? Are you wearing perfume? You smell nice,” he rambled on.

“First, you just said you just got here too so..” you stuck your tongue out at him, “second, yes I changed clothes, and third, I took a shower so that explains the nice smell and the change of clothes but no perfume. I don’t care about looking nice for you- we’re not on a date or anything. We’re just here to work on our project.” Were you too harsh? Did his face falter slightly? Maybe not.

“No need to get all sensitive, but you took a shower to come meet me? Are you sure you don’t like me?”

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the sake of everyone. I wasn’t walking in smelling like se- sweat so I took a shower. Now I smell like a decent human being.” You almost said sex, and you’re sure he caught it. Look, that smirk’s back.

“Sex? You didn’t wanna smell like sex? Who you been fucking?”

“No one. None of your business. Can we just get started on our assignment?”

“Sure. Let’s get started,” he pulled out his computer. Shit! You knew you were forgetting something. “So, you weren’t fucking anyone, huh?” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you were so annoyed. How could you almost say that? You knew he was gonna catch it and now he’s never gonna let you live it down.

“I’ll drop it… for now. Would you like something to drink before we start working?” he asked.

“Oh, um, yeah, let me go get something.”

“I got it. What do you want?” “Just a caramel iced coffee.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

He walked away to get your drink. That was nice of him considering you two had just been bickering. You watched him, noticing how he smiled at the cashier as he ordered your drink. He had a nice smile; gorgeous, thick lips you imagined trailing kisses down your body- no, this wasn’t the time to think about that. You were here to do your assignment. Besides, you’d never let Jin know anything you thought about him.

He came back with your coffee as you were still lost in thought.

“Here’s your coffee. You good, y/n?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said snapping back to reality.

“You sure? You looked completely zoned out for a minute.” “Huh, oh, no, I’m good. Just thinking,” you answered hoping he wouldn’t ask what you were thinking about.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just the project.”

“Didn’t seem like it but okay.”

Thank God he let it go this time. You really didn’t wanna argue with him anymore. You just wanted to get this part of the assignment done so you could go home and pull out your vibrator again. That little guy was about to get a lot of use since you had to be in close proximity to Jin all the time. If you were lucky, maybe Jin would use it on y- no, snap out of it. You’d never let him use it on you because you’d never let him know you secretly wanted to fuck his brains out.

“So, let’s decide which scene we’re gonna do. We both know Romeo and Juliet well. Star crossed lovers, kind of like us,” you glared, he backtracked, “Okay, not like us. Guess we’re only one sided. Anyways, star crossed lovers, young and reckless, but insanely in love, so much so they’d die to be together, blah blah blah, there’s so many scenes we could do, but I have one in mind. I don’t think you’ll agree to it, but I’m gonna throw it out there anyways because it also involves a lot of skill.”

“You wanna do the kissing scene, don’t you?” you asked already knowing the answer.

“Was it that obvious?” “I mean duh,” you laughed at him.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Umm... I mean, it’s difficult to get everything right, and I’m not agreeing because I wanna kiss you, cuz trust me I definitely don’t, but okay, let’s try it.” Why did you agree to this so easily? I mean you do wanna kiss him so maybe there’s that or maybe you just wanted to get this night over with. Someone needs to tell this boy to stop being so cute. You hate him for it. You don’t wanna like him and his arrogant self, though he doesn’t seem so arrogant right now.

“That was way easier than I expected. You sure you don’t wanna kiss me? We could practice it right now if you want.”

“I definitely don’t wanna kiss you. How many chicks have you kissed? How many have you fucked? I’ve heard the stories. I don’t want anything to do with you more than this assignment. I think we’re done for the night. I’m gonna head home,” You had to get out of here. He was offering to kiss you in front of everyone in this café. I mean, it wasn’t very busy, but still, it was a very public place. The longer you sit here with him, the harder it gets to keep ignoring the way your pussy is throbbing to have him inside you.

He looked taken aback, “Uhh, shouldn’t we at least exchange numbers in case anything comes up and we need to let the other know?” he asked.

You exchanged numbers with him, and you were finally able to head back to your room.

*hey its jin*

*hey I literally just left*

*I know*

*what do you want jin*

*so you weren’t fucking anyone?*

*bye jin*

…

Those 3 dots were there forever. What was he writing cuz it certainly seemed like it was about to be a novel.

*I just want you to know those stories aren’t true*

*the ones you say you heard*

*I’ve kissed a lot of girls but I haven’t slept with a lot of them. They just say I did cuz it makes them seem cool. I don’t hookup with chicks unless I have feelings for them. I’m not a playboy like everyone thinks*

*okay. I wasn’t expecting that from you. Still not interested lol :P*

*whatever you say kitten*

*imma get you to admit you like me one of these days*

*you keep telling yourself that lol*

*goodnight jin*

*goodnight y/n*

Ugh, you like Jin. Kim Seokjin. Worldwide Handsome. Still never calling him that. He’s not worldwide handsome to you. To you, he’s just Jin, handsome to you and that’s all that matters. No, you will never tell him any of this.

A Few Weeks Later

*hey cutie*

*hi jin*

You’ve figured out these nicknames are just Jin. You haven’t said anything about them anymore because as much as you hate to admit it, you actually like them.

*what you up to?*

*nothing much just chilling in my room*

*mind if I come over. We can work on

the assignment or just chill*

*yeah okay I’m in uc 408*

*I’ll be over in about 10 mins. Imma grab

some snacks. What do you like?*

*anything is fine. Could you bring a

soda please?*

*sure thing. See you soon kitten*

You needed to clean up and put something decent on. Your room was a mess and you were still in pjs. You wanted to be comfortable, so you grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a low-cut black t-shirt before heading to grab a trash bag. You put all your trash in it and ran it to the trash chute down the hall. You put some body spray on so the smell will linger in the room to cover any funky smells that shouldn’t be there. A couple minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. There’s Jin- standing there in all his glory- with snacks and a smile, his backpack slung over his shoulder in case you really wanted to do some work.

“Hey kitten.”

“Hey Jin.”

You move aside so he can walk in.

“I see you have no issues with my pet names anymore.”

“I’ve realized that’s just you, so I haven’t said anything about them anymore. They’re still annoying though.”

“You sure it’s not just cuz you secretly like them?” he teases.

You blush slightly, “It’s definitely not because I secretly like them.”

“So, did you wanna work on the assignment first or just chill? We don’t even have to work on the assignment if you don’t want to,” he asks.

“I mean, we can chill for a bit. I was watching Netflix, but there’s really nothing good on,” you say.

“I’m sure we can find something. Do you mind if I?” he gestures towards your computer.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.”

You talk about whether to watch a movie or a show and what types of stuff you’re interested in. He ends up picking a show you haven’t seen before but had been meaning to watch. You only have a bed to sit on, so you invite him to sit with you. You guys are sitting so close your knees are touching. You notice this, and you’re sure he does too. After a few episodes you’re tired of leaning against the wall so you take the initiative and lean against Jin’s shoulder. He puts his arm around you. It doesn’t feel awkward though you can feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You’re no longer focused on the tv but on the way you can feel his body rising and falling with his every breath. You can smell him and it’s like fabric softener and a hint of cologne, just barely there not the overpowering scent you would expect from a douchebag. It’s calming. You can feel him rubbing your arm like a boyfriend would just to let you know they’re there. You look up at him hoping he’s still watching the show but no, he’s staring at you, smiling.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that y/n?”

You blush. You’re not even sure how to respond to that.

“Can I kiss you? I promise I won’t if you say no.”

You don’t say anything, just nod and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss is soft, nothing like you would’ve expected from the cocky guy you thought you knew. He put his hand on your chin as he kissed you. It was very gentle, and you enjoyed it so much. You wanted more but you didn’t want to seem too eager. It felt like hours of making out but really couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes. He broke the kiss, just as out of breath as you were, “Wow, y/n, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

You laughed, “I might’ve had some practice. I could ask the same for you too.”

“Same,” he laughed too, “So, are you sure you don’t like me cuz that kiss definitely says otherwise.”

You blushed, “Umm…”

“I knew it. You couldn’t help falling for Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” he teased.

You hit his arm playfully, “You’re so full of yourself. I will never call you that. Not even in your wildest dreams.”

“No, no, baby, in my wildest dreams you’re screaming out my name while you cum on my dick,” he winked.

You couldn’t help blushing again. Why did your face betray you?

“Ugh shut up. I mean if you’re so horny I’m sure some chick would be glad to cum on your dick, but if that’s all you want best believe it’s not gonna be me.”

This was the Jin you knew. He annoyed you so much… and yet you loved the idea of cumming on his dick.

“It’s not all I want. If it was you know I would’ve tried it by now. We’ve been in the same classes for 4 years now. I actually like you, y/n. I wish you would see that. I’m gonna go now. I’m sorry if I upset you,” he got up to leave. He looked like your words really hurt him.

“Wait,” you grabbed his arm. He turned to look at you. “If that’s not what you want then what do you want?”

You were curious.

“I want you. All of you. Your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. Everything. I really like you. Yes, I joke around and yes, I really would love to have you cum on my dick, but not unless you want to. And if you don’t ever want to then that’s fine too. I’ve really enjoyed the past month being able to hang out with you and not argue so much like we used to. I know it’s only because of the assignment, but I enjoy it, and I hope you do too.”

With that, he turned and left. You wanted to go after him and tell him to stay, that you liked him too, but your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything. Why did this hurt? You two weren’t even dating. You would barely even say you were friends.

Days went by. One day. Two days. Four days. A week. He hadn’t shown up in class. You looked at your texts. You wrote and rewrote the same message over and over again. Finally, you gathered enough courage to send it.

*hi jin*

*are you busy?*

…

…

Read

Two hours later, he responded.

*kind of*

*oh*

*when you’re free can we talk?*

*please*

*I get off work in an hour*

*can you come over?*

*I guess*

Your heart was pounding. Why was this so nerve-wracking? What if he stood you up? What were you even gonna say to him? You weren’t really sure, but you decided you should look nice for him. After all, you were going to confess to him… and you had hurt him. You needed to make up for it. You did Instagram worthy makeup and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, which you decided to pair with a tight low-cut shirt & your favorite push up bra. You sat on the edge of your bed just waiting, rehearsing what you were gonna say to him. Finally, you heard a knock on the door. You literally ran across the tiny living room and opened the door. There he was. You had to admit, you really missed him.

“Hi,” was all you could manage to get out.

“Hi,” he replied and followed you inside to your room.

“I’m really glad you came.”

He just sat on your bed and stared at you, not even bothering to respond.

“Jin, I have something I want to tell you,” you paused, “I missed you. I missed us not talking this past week. I missed arguing with you… texting you… I missed you, every bit of you. I missed your hair and the way it falls in your face. I missed your eyes and how they crinkle when you laugh. I missed your thick lips and how perfectly they fit with mine,” you paused to give him a small kiss. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you. Do you still like me? I hope so, because I like you. I’ve liked you for years, but the stories I heard and the way you acted made me not want to like you. I just never wanted to be another entry on the list of women you’ve been with. I’m not that girl, Jin. But I honestly really like you. Remember the day we met for coffee and I said I didn’t wanna smell like sex? I was thinking of you and how I’d love to have your head buried between my thighs while those thick ass lips are wrapped around my clit. Yes, I want you Kim Seokjin, and I hope you still want me too.”

Everything was now out in the open. You really hoped Jin would accept your confession. He just sat there though. He stared at you forever. You were standing between his legs just staring back waiting on an answer. An answer that felt like it would never come.

Until finally he responded, “You’re an idiot.”

He grabbed your hair and kissed you hard using his other hand to hold your body against his. He moved down to your neck leaving marks all over your pale skin. There was no way you could cover this up. He broke contact just long enough to pull your shirt off and unhook your bra, throwing them on the floor before he stood up turned you around and pushed you on the bed. “You’re a fucking beautiful idiot, but an idiot, nonetheless. How could you take this long to confess? We could’ve done this a week ago. Shit we could’ve done this years ago.”

He took his own shirt off before latching on to your nipple sucking harshly causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Shit Jin.”

One hand played with your other nipple while the other rubbed over every inch of skin he could reach. Once he reached your jeans, he undid them and slid them down your legs.

“Look at that wet spot kitten. Someone’s excited, aren’t they?”

“Shut up and fuck me Jin.”

“Not until you call me worldwide handsome.”

He wrapped his hands around your thighs kissing them and leaving the most satisfying bruises on your skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your mound and could feel his lips ghosting over your panties.

“It’s not that hard baby girl. ‘Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome.’ That’s all you have to say princess, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

You mumbled, “Fuck me, misserworwiehansum.”

He pressed his thumb against your clothed clit, “What was that baby?”

“Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” you panted.

“Now was that so hard?” he ripped your panties off and buried his face in your wetness licking a stripe up your core. He latched onto your clit licking and sucking while inserting two fingers inside you. He curled them so he hit your gspot every time.

“Mmm… fuck Jin… right there. I’m gonna cum.”

He continued to finger you and lick circles around your clit until he could feel your pussy convulsing and your juices running down his face. He rode out your high and then pulled his fingers out before licking all your juices off them.

“Baby girl, you taste so good. Why did you wait so long to let me ruin you? I could’ve been doing this for years.”

You were shaking, the orgasm was the best you’d ever experienced and Jin was just getting started.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to tap out now. I know that pussy can take more than that. You haven’t even cum on my dick yet. Come on, Kitten,” he purred in your ear.

“Oh, I’m not done, Jin, but shit where did you learn how to eat pussy like that? Wait, I don’t even wanna know. Just continue,” you laughed.

“I’ll never tell. Now turn around, baby girl, let me hit it from the back.”

You rolled over so you were on your stomach spreading your legs so he could see the beautiful mess he made between your thighs. He smacked your ass before taking his pants and boxers off. You looked back to see him rubbing his precum over his dick before lining up with your entrance and slowly sliding in. It was easy with how wet you were.

“Damn, baby girl, look at that pussy swallowing my dick. You’re so tight. Shit.”

“Fuck Jin you’re so big. Move please.”

“What was that? What did you call me?”

“Ugh, move Mr. Worldwide Handsome!” you moaned.

He laughed before pulling out and slamming his dick back into you. Slowly at first, then harder and faster until you were spilling all sorts of profanities.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Princess. I better be the only one who can make you scream like this from now on.”

“Yes, Jin, fuck yes. Please don’t stop.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter; you were so close.

“You’re close baby. Cum for me like a good girl.”

One more thrust had you seeing stars, you came so hard on Jin’s dick you pushed him out.

“No, no, baby girl, don’t push me out. I’m not through yet.”

The overstimulation was too much.

“Jin, fuck Jin, I hate you. Don’t stop!”

His thrusts were getting sloppy. He was about to cum.

“Baby girl, can I cum inside you? Let me put a baby in you,” he growled.

“Please cum inside me.”

Who was this man and why were you so into the thought of him impregnating you?

A few thrusts later you felt his seed painting your insides.

“You better hold all my seed inside that beautiful pussy. I plan to fuck you again later and fill you up some more.” He collapsed beside you. “Shit, baby girl, I was not expecting this when I came over. You are amazing.”

“I could say the same.” You rolled over so your head was on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, still coming down from the high.

“Do you have a washcloth baby? Let me clean you up; then we can cuddle and just chill until it’s time for round two.”

“Yeah, in the closet in the bathroom.”

He found a washcloth and cleaned up the mess between your thighs making sure not to let any cum seep out. Afterwards, you cuddled up to him and found something to watch on tv. It was mainly just background noise though because neither of you were paying much attention to it.

Jin was holding you so tight like he’s afraid if he lets go, he’ll wake up and all of this will have just been a dream.

“Please don’t tell me this is a dream and I’m gonna wake up and you’re still gonna hate me,” he whispered.

“It’s not a dream. And just so you know I never hated you. I just hated what I heard about you, so I refused to let myself like you. Now that I know they’re not true I will never not like you,” you don’t even open your eyes to reply to him.

“I wish I would’ve known. We could’ve been together for years already. I’ve liked you since forever.”

“Really?” you looked up at him.

“Duh. Why do you think I have all those pet names for you? I literally don’t call anyone else by those names.”

“I didn’t know. I just thought it was because you’re a cocky bastard,” you laughed and punched him playfully.

“Cocky? Maybe. Bastard? No,” he laughed back.

“Just so you know I hate calling you worldwide handsome. I don’t care if you’re handsome to the world. All that matters is that you’re handsome to me. And now you’re mine so it doesn’t even matter if you’re worldwide handsome. No one else can have you,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“So true, and you’re mine.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

You two ended up falling asleep like that, so wrapped up in each other, afraid that this would all be a dream, but finally your dreams were better than reality.

[burntpastel]

late

(On AO3)

Summary: Midoriya loses track of time and accidentally stays out past curfew. Mic decides he deserves a reward for having to go out and retrieve him.

Notes: a fic commissioned by Ivyblush and theDavynator on AO3! thanks again!!

italicized dialogue usually indicates usage of english.

raping people is evil. adults who date and/or fuck minors are evil. dont do it, and and don't base any real life relationships or choices off the content of fanfics.

cw rape, underage, impregnation, vomiting, trans deku

Midoriya is still, eyes locked on his target. He tries to focus on his body, his quirk, without tuning out visual information, then makes a quick, practiced movement, kicking out his leg. The force from his quirk carries across the gym, clipping two of the targets hanging from the ceiling instead of moving between them like he'd wanted, taking a decent sized chunk out of one.

Sighing, he moves a couple of feet down the line, to the last of the targets he’d prepared beforehand. He waits for them to settle back into place, then concentrates, hoping this time he can do it without breaking anything—including himself. He then kicks—

“HEY!”

The jolt of adrenaline sends his kick off course, shattering many of the remaining targets to the left of where he was originally aiming. (He’ll need to work on that too.)

“Mic-sensei!” Midoriya turns to him, and boy, does he look annoyed. He’s not even sure what he did this time. “What are you doing here?”

Mic strolls up to him with his hands in his pockets, glowering at him. It’s his turn to watch the dorms this week, and he’s wearing casual clothes. Sometimes it takes Midoriya a second to recognize him with his hair down.

“Looking for my missing student!” he provides with false cheer. Midoriya blinks. Is someone else gone, or has he been labeled missing himself?

He notices Mic’s eyes fixed on his chest and becomes painfully aware that he’s in a thin t-shirt and sports bra. He tugs his shirt away from his chest to hide his form, averting his gaze in embarrassment—not because he thinks Mic's staring is questionable, Midoriya knows he's usually covered up or has his binder on so he doesn't really blame him for being drawn to the unexpected shapes—more in a "sorry for being visibly trans" kind of way.

“It’s passed curfew, you know.”

Midoriya sucks in a breath, looking back up at him. Was he really training that long?

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was so late…”

Midoriya scrambles to collect his things. As he rushes past Mic to return to the dorms, he’s stopped by his outstretched hand, palm splaying against his torso and fingers brushing Midoriya’s chest in the process.

“Hold on a minute!”

Midoriya quickly scrambles back, looking up at his teacher, feeling his face burn at the accidental touch.

Something in Mic’s expression has changed. Instead of the drained irritation he’d shown before, his eyes are now intense as he stares down at Midoriya, though still calm, and he almost looks… pleased…?

Mic gestures to the locker room behind him. ”Go take a shower before we head back—you’re a mess!”

The words just sound like gibberish until his mind shifts to thinking in English. Feeling a little embarrassed that it had slipped his mind, Midoriya quickly nods. “Okay.”

He starts to turn when Mic interrupts him.

”Try again.”

Midoriya gives him an exasperated smile. That’s the fun thing about Mic-sensei—he never really stops teaching. Every moment is another chance for a little pop quiz.

”Yes, sir.”

Mic nods to him, and he sets off across the gym for the locker room. As he’s pushing the door open, Mic calls out.

“One last thing, Midoriya."

Midoriya looks back at him over his shoulder, and Mic almost looks like his usual self with the grin he’s wearing—except, it’s a little more unnerving with the way he’s peering at him over the rim of his glasses.

“Do you know what ‘I’m gonna rail your cunt’ means?”

Midoriya hesitates. He knows some of the words, but not the important ones that make the sentence meaningful. He shakes his head.

“No, sir.”

Mic’s smile grows wider, before he shakes his head, gesturing for Midoriya to go ahead with his shower.

.

Now that his body has realized how late it is and how long he was training for, he feels exhausted all at once. The water seems to be trying its best to lure him into sleep, and it is quite tempting.

After his shower he wraps a towel around himself and walks back to the lockers to get dressed. He’s in the middle of setting the towel down to slip on his underwear when he hears a soft sound—too subtle for his drowsy mind to parse immediately, but pointed enough to catch his attention. He glances around for the source of the noise, and in the same millisecond he realizes it was a laugh he spots Mic watching him from the shadows.

“Way to be alert, hero.”

Midoriya jerks his towel back up to his chest, fumbling to fasten it around himself with one hand while Mic approaches faster than he can figure out what the fuck is happening.

“You don’t like my class as much as All Might's,” Mic says matter-of-factly. “I put a lot of effort into my lessons, y’know.”

His face doesn’t reflect what he’s saying; there’s no trace of hurt, or anger or disappointment, just that same intense stare and grin. Yet, there’s no teasing quality to his voice, either.

“I do!” Midoriya spits, unsure if it’s out of politeness or fear. He takes a half step backwards for every two of Mic’s forward. “I’m just bad at English.”

“Ah, yeah,” Mic agrees. “Your last test came back pretty bad!”

...It did? He thought he’d actually done well on that one.

The amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins has his blood rushing painfully hard against every part of his body—yet, he doesn’t want to assume the worst of his teacher. His mind half convinces him that 'oh, this is about grades. That's important enough to interrupt someone getting dressed for. Yeah.'

He doesn’t run, but he does keep backing away and adopts very defensive body language, hoping that at some point Mic will get the idea that he’s uncomfortable if he curls up enough, tilts his head down, and averts his gaze.

“I know you guys hate all my quizzing, but I think you could use the extra credit!”

Mic finally stops about arm’s length away. Midoriya’s leaning so far back against the bench that he loses his balance and has to just sit down on it. He keeps his chin tucked, but stares up at Mic with wide eyes, subconsciously squeezing his legs together.

“So, I’ll make my last phrase a little easier for you…”

Mic leans down towards him, and it finally clicks in Midoriya’s head that no, he’s not just being paranoid or sensitive—this is wrong.

”I’m going to fuck you."

His stomach drops into ice.

Midoriya lurches to his feet but Mic grabs him by the arm and shoves him back into a sitting position. Midoriya squirms against his grasp, but as he’s trying to twist away and raises a hand to pry Mic off him, Mic lowers his lips to his ear and growls through his teeth, “I could end your hero career right here. Don’t even think about using your quirk.”

Midoriya freezes. Mic licks the shell of his ear before pulling back, looking quite satisfied at this. Midoriya’s eyes dart around the room as his breathing becomes frantic and uneven, lungs torn between hyperventilating and bursting into tears.

He can’t run, Mic’s quirk works from a distance, his feet are wet, and he’s naked. He can’t fight, even if he wanted to; Mic could accidentally kill him just with a cry of pain.

Can’t run... Can’t fight...

“No!” Midoriya squeals in between heaving gasps. His head feels so light he thinks he’ll topple over at any second. “Please, I d—”

“Is that any way to talk to your English teacher?” Mic chides as he reaches for the button of his pants.

“Wh—" He then switches to English, "No!"

“Good!” Mic praises, and for a second Midoriya’s blood pressure drops a fraction. “But nah. I’m pretty ticked I had to come all the way out here to get you, and you have a nice ass, so…”

Mic pulls his dick out of his pants. It’s riddled with piercings, and somehow that scares Midoriya even further. Maybe it just makes him think how this was always lurking under his teacher’s heroic facade, just like a bunch of scary metal studs beneath his clothes. Midoriya’s not even old enough to get piercings like that himself...

Mic's stroking himself and stepping closer. Midoriya wants to wake up. Wants this to be a nightmare that ends before the worst of it comes. He wants to fall out of his body. He wants to melt into the floor.

If he was trembling any harder, he’s pretty sure it would qualify as convulsions.

"I don't have to tell you how bad an idea it would be to bite me, right?" Mic puts his foot up on the bench, standing over Midoriya's lap as he holds his dick in front of his face.

His mind is blank. This isn't like an encounter with a villain—there's no one to protect, no backup coming, he's naked for fuck's sake—he doesn't know what to do. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away, but doesn't get very far as Mic grabs a fistful of his hair so tight he can't move.

"Open up!" Mic chirps, yet seems perfectly content to rub the head of his cock all over his face instead. Midoriya shudders as he nudges it against the fat of his cheek, rubbing up and down and in circles—flooded with the urge to scream, to thrash, to cry and bite and kick.

But he stays still, so rigid every part of him aches. His jaw is shut tight, lips pressed into a firm line as a Mic runs his cock over them. He goes over each multiple times, back and forth leisurely.

"Come on, you never shut your mouth this long…"

He prods at the corners of his mouth, rubs against them in intense small circles. It's much more effective than Midoriya would like; he's never able to press though his lips entirely, but he manages to part them enough to draw out some saliva, especially when the ring at his tip nudges between them.

Midoriya is clutching his towel to his chest so tightly he can't even feel that arm anymore. His stomach is so tight he feels like he's going to die. Part of him welcomes it; he doesn't want to be here.

Mic then thrusts forward, his cock bumping his nose and smearing precome on the ridge of his brow as it slips up against his face. Mic grinds it between his pelvis and Midoriya's cheek as he humps his face. Midoriya can feel the way Mic's skin drags against his own, the gliding metal studs, his balls tapping against his chin with each upward thrust, a mound of wiry hair whenever his cock slips out of place. His mind is in searing, white hot pain. He can feel these sensations carving their way into his brain, never to be forgotten.

The way it feels, the way it smells, the sounds Mic is making as he does it, the fingers knotted in his hair… He already knows that, if his heart doesn't stop in the middle of this (and it might, based on how hard it's beating and how much it hurts,) that one day he's going to be trying to live his life only to be haunted by the sensation of a cock shoved against his face, of all things.

His extremities are freezing, even the tips of his ears feel like ice, but his torso is burning hot as he trembles, legs straining in unnatural ways that would give him a cramp in any other situation. He feels a headache beginning to form where Mic is tugging his hair to keep him in place.

Apparently his dick slips out from between them one too many times, because Mic draws back just enough to grasp the base between his forefinger and thumb and deliver a series of quick slaps against Midoriya's face with it. Humiliation and anger tingle painfully across every inch of Midoriya's skin, beginning from his stomach. He grits his teeth hard, trying to focus on the creaking sound of his jaw.

The contact only dully hurts when concentrated in one area too long, but occasionally one of the metal studs catches his cheekbone, making Midoriya flinch quite uselessly in Mic's grip. The sharper pain brings reflexive tears, which break the dam—his lungs spasm with barely restrained sobs, tears pushing their way through his clenched eyelids.

He hadn't wanted to cry. His lips quiver, making it quite hard to keep them pinched together, while his jaw occasionally cracks open a fraction with a wail it desperately wants to vocalize. His shoulders bounce and chest heaves with silent, choked down sobs. As if his body needed more tension.

"This would be over a lot quicker if you'd just open your mouth..."

Mic seems perfectly content to ignore his tears, carrying on battering Midoriya's face with his cock. If anything, he seems enthused, picking up the speed so that he's practically beating off against him. He moves away from his cheek closer to the center of his face, so that his slaps land partially against his mouth.

In his head, Midoriya toys with the idea of just opening his mouth, just to end whatever torment this is.

Mic groans impatiently, but it just comes out needy. Suddenly, the member assaulting his face is gone.

"Hey, Midoriya, how do you say 'beg' in English?"

Midoriya stays quiet, knowing his cock is hovering just in front of his face, waiting.

"Come on." His cock hits his face again. His nose stings so much from the blow that he doesn't even feel the scratch that the circular ring at the tip leaves on his brow. His cries ramp up another level, a whine emanating from his throat.

"You're gonna get fucked either way. Might as well pass your test too."

Midoriya's mind is eager to latch onto a silver lining.

And he really, really wants Mic's cock to stop touching his face.

"...Be—ghk!"

He's promptly rewarded with a cock inside his mouth.

He doesn't shove it down his throat, at least; still guiding it with his fingers he rubs it around; down against his tongue, or up along his inner cheek, stretching it outward.

"There we go," Mic draws out, sounding quite pleased in multiple ways.

Midoriya almost gags anyway, just out of sheer disgust. He tries to withdraw with tongue as much as he can, but that just seems to give Mic an ample platform to rub his tip against. He then tries flattening it instead, but it allows him to grind a greater length of his cock along it.

He settles for withdrawn.

Midoriya's not sure this is better than just letting him hump his face (or rather the outside of his face, because that's very much still happening.) It doesn't hurt as much, but letting him use his mouth for pleasure is just as humiliating, he thinks, just in a different kind of way.

His jaw aches from how wide he has to hold it open to avoid scraping his teeth against his dick. He's surprised the way his piercings click and catch against his teeth doesn't put Mic off more; it seems like it would hurt. Each time Midoriya feels that circular ring touch his back teeth he has the impulse to bite down on it.

Drool runs down his chin, trailing to his chest. He weeps around Mic's cock as he thrusts it against his inner cheek, his whimpers occasionally interrupted as Mic shoves it a little too far in what might be an attempt to silence him. The tears on his cheeks are starting to itch in places but he's too afraid to open his eyes and doesn't want to chance touching Mic to wipe at them.

"How do you say…” Mic trails off to think, “...'pulse' in English?"

"...Pul-thh." he answers as well as he can while crying with a dick in his mouth, careful as he forms the 'p' to not bite him.

"Mm. What do you do to cool something off?"

"...Blow."

"If a building has electricity, you could also say it has…?"

"Power."

Midoriya isn't oblivious to what he's doing; the answers all force him to seal his lips fully around him or flick his tongue against his shaft—but it's easy to pretend that it's unrelated to the way Mic thrusts into his mouth with each answer.

Just extra credit. Not pleasure.

"Good!" Mic eventually praises, entirely condescending. "Now, wrap your lips around it and suck."

Midoriya's stomach drops, wincing at the thought. He shakes his head as well as he can in Mic's grip.

"Aw, kid, you were practically already doing it before!" Mic insists. "Just like when you made a 'b'."

He tugs on his hair and wiggles his length around in his mouth, tapping it against his tongue as he continues his coaxing.

"Come on, just suck it. Suck it. Suck my dick."

"Just once. Just suck my dick. Just the head?"

"It's not that hard. Just suck me off. Do it."

Midoriya sobs around him, keeping his jaw stretched wide open. Tension ripples through his body, feeling a strong, reckless urge to bring his teeth down—and an awful, aching helplessness because he knows he can't.

"Hey, if you make me come now, maybe I won't fill up your pussy instead!"

He's going to—?

The wave of nausea that floods him accompanied by Mic thrusting just a little too far into his mouth makes him gag, and bile flows over his lips before he even knows what's happening. Mic withdraws as Midoriya hunches over in a coughing fit, idly wiping away the vomit on his cock with his thumb. Midoriya's head swims as he finally opens his eyes again, feeling disorientation like he just got slammed back into reality.

He really doesn't have the energy to spare for coughing. He forces himself to stop, allowing the remainder of the bile to just burn at his throat. He finally moves his numb arm to scrub at his chin, neck and chest with the towel, staining the white fabric with a sickly yellow.

"Alright, if you can't handle your oral exam, fine. You've got other holes."

Mic steps forward again as Midoriya takes heaving breaths, looming over him. He presses on Midoriya's shoulder, urging him back while his other hand tugs the towel away from his lap.

"How about you lay back and spread your legs for me..."

Midoriya freezes for just a moment, staring up at him in horror, before abandoning the towel and jumping to his feet to slip out from between Mic and the bench.

"No you don't!"

Mic catches his arm, twisting it behind his back as he shoves him towards the bench, exposing his back to him. Midoriya is forced to bend to accommodate Mic wrenching his arm.

"No!" Midoriya sobs as he feels something hard brush against his thighs. Mic tries to push his upper half downwards so that he's face down and ass up, but Midoriya braces his palm on the bench and locks his elbow in time to prevent it.

"Oh," Mic chuckles so darkly it's practically a growl. "You're gonna regret not making this easy for me, kid."

Midoriya clamps his legs shut as tight as he can, but it doesn't help much when he's bent so far forward, pussy poking out from between them with the incline of his pelvis. Mic's free hand slides to the back of Midoriya's thigh, thumb tugging his skin to spread his lips for him. Midoriya squirms and thrashes, but his arm is pushed further in response, a clear threat straining its way through his muscles.

Midoriya screams as Mic pushes inside, a pure, animalistic vocalization of distress, pain and protest; a contrast to Mic's soft groan. His piercings catch on his hymen, ripping through as he presses on anyway. Midoriya flinches hard, legs parting reflexively in an effort to reduce the pain, feeling much like he's being split open. He can't believe his teacher is sinking his cock inside of him. Midoriya wants to lurch away, instincts telling him to vault over the bench and run, but he only moves so far before Mic starts pulling on his twisted arm, threatening to rip it out of the socket—and before he knows it, Mic is fully hilted inside him, cock ring jabbing his cervix unpleasantly.

He freezes, trying to catch his breath with too-small lungs. He can feel his walls throbbing sharply in complaint at the intrusion. It's too big. Too dry. His thighs tremble, so hard that his knees nearly give out at times. It's unlike the fearful tremors from before; he's quite unused to having something shoved between his legs like this.

Mic's free hand grips his hip with a bruising force. "F-uck you're tight!"

If he thought pushing in hurt, pulling out is five times worse. Midoriya yelps as Mic withdraws, cock dragging against his tender insides and torn entrance, until only the head remains. Then he thrusts back in just as harshly, and Midoriya's cry takes on a slightly… different tone, much to his displeasure. Softer, more surprised. It still hurts, especially because his piercings catch on that same ring of skin again, but this time it also sends a different feeling reeling through his abdomen.

He's too breathless to even protest as Mic thrusts into him, caught between gasps, hisses, and sobs as the exact amount of pain and pleasure vary with each one. His cunt is doing its best to provide lubrication to ease the process, but it can only do so much unaroused.

Midoriya feels a sense of defeat; emptiness and humiliation stirring inside him. He's actually getting fucked, in a locker room on campus, by his teacher. He can feel his ass jiggle with each slap of Mic's hips against his skin, the sound echoing off the tiles and bouncing around the room. Midoriya's experienced a lot of unpleasant things, including public, relentless bullying over things he couldn't control, and he's pretty sure none of it was as deeply degrading as having his most intimate body parts used against his will for someone else's pleasure, while being dragged along for the ride, forced to stifle moans as he's violated by someone he thought he could trust.

He wants time to whirl by in a blur, for it to be over before he even knows it, but instead he's hyperaware of every second, every thrust, every painful jolt of forced pleasure that goes through his stomach. Every pant and gasp and groan Mic makes that fills him with a little more nausea, or fear, or anger. Sometimes it feels like it's all about to overflow, but all he does in the end is sit there and take it.

And Mic seems inclined to drag things out even more. His thrusts slow as he runs his hand up over the curve of his ass, humming a content noise behind him.

Without him pounding away, Midoriya is finally able to regain control over his lungs.

"Stop!" he gasps. "Please!"

He hates how soft and whiney his voice is, how he's moaning the words instead of commanding them.

"What was that?"

He pauses, frantically searching his overwhelmed mind. "Please!"

"Please what?"

"Stop!"

"Hmm… No, that's not right. Try 'harder' or 'keep going'."

Midoriya whimpers and hangs his head as Mic chuckles darkly, running his hand up his side. He's fucking him as if he's trying to get familiar with his cunt, like he's mapping out every crease and curve with the tip of his dick. Midoriya is overcome with the urge to crawl over the bench again, but the second he starts forward Mic yanks his arm back. It gives out a loud, threatening pop in response, and a slight pain starts to creep in a few seconds later. Mic huffs out a laugh, and fucks him just that little bit harder, like his efforts aroused him further.

Mic slides his hand underneath him to grope at his breasts, squeezing calloused fingers around them. Midoriya flinches, twisting his body to pin Mic's arm against his torso with his elbow, pressing harder when Mic pinches and tugs his nipple in response.

It's a mistake. With his arm bent Mic easily shoves him down against the bench, where he fucks him much, much harder. Midoriya's back arches, eyes rolling back as Mic pounds brutally into him now that he’s securely braced against something. He releases his arm, but Midoriya's not of a mind to make use of it, clutching at the wood underneath him until his knuckles turn white.

Mic's hands are right next to his. He's keeping him pinned down with his body, panting and grunting just behind his head as he snaps his hips fervently. Midoriya hates how well their bodies conform to each other.

Each of Midoriya's moans has an edge of protest. His cunt is throbbing, slick running down his thighs. He feels nauseous as he realizes he might actually come from this, from Present Mic—his teacher—cornering and fucking him like an animal.

He's so nauseated. The sensations overwhelm his body. Mic's thrusts jostle his insides. The stress of everything is—

He heaves, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the bench. His cunt tightens so hard around Mic’s cock that his piercings dig painfully into the walls of his cunt.

And Mic comes. Mic comes inside him, moaning against his neck and wrapping his arms around his waist, bucking into him as he releases his seed. At this, Midoriya retches again, his vomit flowing over the edge of the bench and splattering onto the floor and Mic whimpers pleasantly, forehead pressed against Midoriya's back as his body inadvertently milks his cock dry.

They stay like that for a while, Midoriya laying across the bench with Mic curled around him, both panting hard. He trembles, head pressed into his arm so that he's not laying in his own puke. Any trace of that building orgasm is gone, and he's not even sure whether he came or not. He’s too exhausted to cry like he wants to.

Mic pulls out, releasing a hot flood that runs down his thighs. Midoriya slowly sinks to the floor until he's sitting, head still buried in his arms upon the bench. His cunt feels quite different; irritated and sore, and... stretched out. An awful reminder.

"Fuck," Mic hisses, "that was good."

Midoriya doesn't even flinch.

He hears shifting fabric, then a zip. "Get cleaned up and let's head back to the dorms."

The idea is almost laughable. Midoriya doesn't see himself moving for a very, very long time, if ever again. The image of a very tender space, flooded with a sticky white that has a very good chance of ruining his life forever, is burned into his mind.

He hears Mic's boots clacking against the tile, getting further, then the creak of the locker room door.

"Hurry up, or I might decide to come back and ruin your asshole, too."

The door shuts.

That gets him moving.

.

Late, late, late.

Late for curfew. Late for school. Late for his period.

He doesn't want to buy a pregnancy test. He can't be pregnant—he's 15! The universe can't be that cruel. It wouldn't make him deal with that after making him quirkless, after the bullying, after all the villain attacks, after… Mic. Nothing is that cruel. It's too much.

But time drags on. He waits on pins and needles for three more days and it keeps being late and eventually his panic outweighs his mortification at having to walk into a store and buy a pregnancy test.

He stares at the box for hours. He doesn't use it. He's not pregnant—he can't be. So he sets it aside, shoved in the back of a drawer that’s promptly slammed shut.

    He gets out of bed and takes it at 3AM.

.

.

And he cries.

[nexiraptor]

Warrior cats is garbage here is why (Edited: now with racism rant)

For several years majority of us who are in this fandom have read a lot of these books and when we were young we used to praise them as great works of fiction and really cool for any cat lover so much so that we made little animated music videos of these fictional cats in their fictional world.

However it’s time for those rose tinted goggles to come off as we need to talk about how warrior cats is a garbage series and how it can be fixed but it won’t be because the Erins are not listening to us in all actuality.

Continuity what’s that?: The writer’s don’t know either

So Warrior Cats has a lot of books, I mean tons that you would think that they would have a good sense of continuity. Let me tell you something my friend continuity does not exist in these books. Some cats will have the wrong pelt colors, names will be badly spelled, and don’t get me started on characters coming back to life (Literally). The most prominent example of these continuity errors would have to be Clawface who dies in the book “Fire and Ice.” but then comes back to life a book that is between “Forest of Secrets” and “Rising Storm.” You might be asking yourself “Why are there so many continuity and mistakes in the series Catie?” Well the thing about most book series is that the authors probably have a backlog of what is canon and the continuity of the series in general.

However it seems the Erins do not have this as they seem to be writing the books very carelessly which brings a lot of problems with it. Sure this is a series for children but that does not mean you get to be lazy with your continuity or editing. Frankly if I were in charge I would have the Erins write down everything they are going to write in the future into a book for continuity sake. That way we don’t have cats being misgendered or coming back to life however there might not even be a good source of continuity when the Erins keep having different opinions over which cat becomes mates with which cat (we are going to get back to the Erin’s bickering later though) The same happened with Dovewing’s eyes and everyone threw a massive shit fit over that… Maybe in the future this problem will be fixed but lord knows that will happen....

Incest is wincest: The Erins creepy obsession with mates and incest

I don’t think I have to make this any simpler but DON’T FUCK YOUR COUSIN! I don’t think has been iterated enough to the Erins and i’m fucking impress the editor has caught only instance of this when there are several instances of this shit. The most recent which had me seething was Ivypool and Fernsong, we literally had an arc about pretty much how Lionblaze, Jayfeather, and Dovewing are all kin of Firestar and that Ivypool (Dovewing’s sister) and Fernsong (Lionblaze’s son) are literally cousins! Like not even distant cousins! Yet Kate Cary did not find that a little weird… We then have Dustpelt and Ferncloud who are related (Dustpelt being Ferncloud’s uncle) Let us not forget that Willowpelt and Patchpelt who are SIBLINGS also be come mates and had Greystripe. Oh and don’t get me started on how Sandstorm’s half brother was hitting on her daughter! You could always put in the notion “But Catie they are just cats what is wrong with incest.” and I have to say that we can’t keep crying that when this is a fantasy in which cats are organised, have their own religion, and have their own myths and traditions. These are anthropomorphized cats and this is also a children’s book. The Erins should not have so much incest in a children’s book of all things but they have done much worse so I don’t put it against them.

However let's talk about the near graphic depictions of childbirth these books have. These authors have a weird obsession over pregnant cats and giving us wonderful imagery of these cats giving birth. Like think about it for a split second how many graphic depictions of birth do you read in a warrior cats book. However the weird thing about the Erins is how the she cats keep getting younger when they get pregnant have y’all noticed that. Violetshine who was just named a warrior suddenly gets pregnant and has kids. Mothflight who was a brand new medicine cat gets pregnant as well and has some kits. (Mothflight is probably the worst mother though because she gave away a kit who literally drowned and might have PTSD to a clan that swims like it would be interesting to see where that goes but I doubt the Erins would ever go down that path) there is also Star Flower who is impregnated by Clear Sky and his son Thunder was lusting over this she cat and it’s really weird and I don’t get it…

Either way the Erins are very creepy with this stuff and let’s just leave it at that (Of now…)e

Death of the author: The Erins should not dictate canon unless it’s in the books:

Time to get to the most important point in this whole entire rant that is address to the wiki in particular. It’s time to commit to death of the author because if we want to determine what is canon and what is not we need to do this action.

To the people who have no idea what “Death of the author.” is it’s when we decide that what the authors say outside of the books should not be canon because these writers are doing nothing but harm if we keep having their words be the word of gospel because from what you can tell the Erins are not that good with continuity and have even started several fan wars. One of the most prominent examples of when we needed to commit “Death of the author” the most though was with warriors superfan Su Susan. Su Susan helped fill the wiki pages however giving a super fan that much power is going to lead to a lot of wars between fans and we already have enough to bicker about. Yeah it’s interesting to see who Swiftpaw’s siblings are or who the rest of Princess’s kits are but if you give a superfan the power to change possible canon then it becomes a problem and what makes me a little ticked off is that a wiki that is suppose to give us official information followed this superfan’s word which is a giant problem.

You guys have to be more critical of what you accept what is canon and what is not guys or else we are going to face even more problems in the warriors fandom in general.

The part where I talk about Ableism from the Erins

Yeah not fancy title here because what the erins do to disabled cats is kind of disgusting. The cats who have disabilities in this book series really get shit on like a lot. Then again it does not help that the first disabled cats we meet are named One-eye and Halftail. That’s not even the beginning of all of the bad names these cats get for having a disability we got Deadfoot, Crookedjaw, White-eye, Runningnose, and Lostface. Most of these are renames too like what is with these leaders and allowing these names to exist or should I say why is the editor allowing this shit in the first place? Sure most of these guys get high ranks and that’s fine but do they have to have such awful names and don’t get me started on Rainflower and how badly she treated Crookedstar. Even worse is probably Brokenstar who got ridiculed by his whole entire clan for having a broken tail like why do the Erins write this shit… Let’s not forget all the disable cats that became medicine cats. The most prominent being Cinderpelt and Jayfeather one being crippled by a car and the other being blind.

It would have been so interesting to have a cat like Cinderpelt despite her injuries rise up and become a warrior after he leg injury because that would have showcased a strong female character despite her being crippled by a car instead what do the Erins do? “Let’s make her a medicine cat and then reincarnate her and then not even do that and just let her spirit be possessed by this cat.” Oh yes that’s definitely what I want to see instead of something empowering to give to all of the female audiences that are reading this series which seems to be the majority of warrior cats fans!

Then there is Jayfeather who is blind and pretty much get shucked into the role of medicine cat apprentice which fucking sucks because a blind warrior would have been a cool concept as well. Like imagine all these cool concepts that could have happened in warriors but did not because The Erins didn’t even think of the possibility. Another possibility for a blind warrior before even Jayfeather would have been Longtail but that was also wasted potential too. Then we finally get to the most wasted potential and possible good representation for disabled people if The Erins had not killed her off Briarlight. Briarlight is pretty much oozing with potential to be a good storyline about a warrior who overcomes her disability and helps her clan in some way. Hell you could have made her a mediator it would have been a perfect role for her as it would give Briarlight something to do besides be the medicine cat assistant. Then in the most “Fuck you.” moment they kill her off because of course we can’t have a cat with such a crippling disability be useful… I also forgot to mention Snowkit who was deaf but didn’t matter if would get a deaf warrior who could possibly use sign language let’s just send a hawk in to kill the kit!

This is how ableist the Erins are when they won’t let us have any good representation when they won’t let a fully blind cat be a warrior or even a deaf cat. However it seems The Erins don’t seem really into that and would rather have warriors be normal cats without any disabilities which is wrong.

She cats are dispensable: The Erins are sexist

Yes despite there being a lot of women in the writing process of this series the series seems to really love killing off mainly she cats. (This also might be why we keep getting a lot of incest) There are very few she cats that really live for a very long time hell sometimes they will even kill off she cats with major storylines off book or you will find out about their deaths in their super editions or novellas if you read those. The most notorious currently is Leafpool in the most recent novel as we barely get any mention of her at all and yet her death has impacted the clans but when you don’t let us see her die or even let us say goodbye to a character until another couple of months people are going to get pissed. Hell Hollyleaf’s death was another example of people getting pissed at the Erins as you just introduced her in one book only to kill her off in the next. Needletail who should have been a way more prominent character in Vision of Shadows gets killed off way too early as well as I believe she did not get enough character development for me to really like her all that much. Silverstream, Spottedleaf, Ferncloud, and Sorreltail are probably the most prominent of characters that should not have died so soon because there could have been some interesting plot development with these cats.

Even Bramblestar in Bramblestar’s storm talks about there are very few she cats left in his clan. Maybe it’s because The Erins just keep killing she cats who have potential to be good characters if they didn’t keep shanking them with their writing knives. It’s disgusting how many times we get she cats who are strong and powerful who then get shanked by the Erins everytime the plots needs to move on. Sandstorm was killed off to “Lessen the load.” Spottedleaf was killed off so “Firestar did not have to choose in starclan.” Hollyleaf did because “She made the ultimate sacrifice.” these deaths are preventable and provide nothing to the reader at all but disappointment and anger.

We still have some interesting she cats like Mothwing, Tawnypelt, Mistystar, and Squirrelflight but lord knows when they are going to get the knife as well…

You are going to love these characters: Erins have made some really bad characters

Welcome to the several hundred take on why Ashfur is a bad character for so many reasons even though I can now do you a couple better. Let’s just start with Ashfur because he is one of the easier cats to point out The Erin’s shit writing. First of all Ashfur starts out as friends with Squirrelflight and they get close but I think we all knew she was going to end up with Bramblestar eventually. However instead of acting like a normal person during a breakup Ashfur goes straight to 11. Ashfur sets up a trap to MURDER Squirrelflight’s father and when that didn’t work he tried to murder her adopted children (Another thing The Erins seem to hate is adopted families) still Ashfur goes to Starclan because he “Loved too much.” you can clearly see the problem here… How about a cat who complains about their fucking leg being crushed DARK FOREST BITCH that’s what happened to Lilywhisker when one The Erins confirmed that but was quickly revoked because that gives us even more questions about Starclan and whoever is judging the cats up there needs a fucking intervention.

Onestar fucking Onestar… there is so much wrong with this cat that even I was like “Mudclaw would have been a better leader than this asshole.” Onestar decides to be mates with a random kittypet and then when it’s time to move he doesn’t allow his son to be in the clans and prevent pretty bad disaster from happening. Demanded more than he rightfully deserved because of his status as a leader and being a general dick to Firestar along with dissing him off. You expect me to accept his apology for doing all of this shit only for him to drown to death and calling it “Heroic.” fuck no Erins Onestar deserved that because he no longer was leading that clan because Onestar is the worst character in the warrior cats series because The Erins decided to shit on Onestar’s character I would rather read a fanfic where Mudclaw was leader cause he probably would not be doing this shit.

Spottedleaf’s Heart: The worst book in warriors so far

Alright let’s rip the bandage off because you all knew this book was going to come into the discussion some how and we need to talk about this like grown people because this is where I pretty much stopped reading the series. Vicky who wrote the book as written a book where the lesson that was learned here was “It’s okay to groom a child and force them down a path they don’t want to go on.” This book is the worst offender of how shitty The Erins are in my opinion when they themselves even after Vicky left did not denounce this awful book and made it noncanon because frankly this book is the only book in my opinion that I am convinced is non canon because of how disgusting it is. Vicky retired when this book got the much need criticism and backlash it needed but sadly because Vicky retired we will probably never get a statement about possibly making this one story non canon because frankly children should not be reading that kind of stuff especially when it is written so poorly.

So just to summarize The Erins are currently saying “Child grooming is okay.” to their readers and not even think “Hey maybe we should have Spottedpaw talk to a grown up about this stuff and maybe get her out of this situation” that would have been a great idea but no body decided that was a good idea.

The tribe of racism: How The Erins are really fucking racist

This is an edited in part because after thinking it through and someone having opened my eyes about this I was shocked that I did not think about this when I initially posted the essay. Let’s talk about racism in the warrior cats series.

The clan cats will be coded white

The tribe cats coded native american

Bloodclan coded African american

Susan and Jacques coded hispanic

other rogues, loners, and kittypets can be coded as other minorities as well.

Now warrior cats has a white savior complex because The Tribe cats cannot defend themselves without the clan cats apparently because they had to be saved from a giant lion and a bunch of rogues along with there being a panic over who the next leader should be. The Erins pretty much wrote native Americans as “Confused defenceless people who don’t know what to do against really bad threats.” despite surviving for 60 YEARS. I would love to see a book on the tribe being strong cats but The Erins don’t want to do that as it would be “Too boring and there would be few cats.” like wtf Erins the tribe of rushing would be very interesting and would introduce us to different customs maybe even learn about how their religion works. When we do get a POV of a tribe of rushing water cat they all immediately leave the mountains to go to the forest so we can’t have a proper POV of the Tribe of rushing water’s life.

Bloodclan though has a very different problem from The tribe of rushing water. These guys are coded black as they seem to have some sort of organized gang and judging by how racist the Erins are it would not be too far from the case to believe that they are an African american street gang/mafia (They could also be a form of an Italian mafia as well which is still bad) however the gang after being led from their city to the clan territory they are quickly killed off by the “Superior clan cats.” who once again are coded white. You can see where this is going the white people killing off and disbanding an African American street gang. If this sounds familiar that’s because it happened to the black panther party a group of African Americans who wanted to defend themselves only to be killed off and tortured by the very white government. 

Now you can argue with me that Jaques and Susan are not hispanic however they are pretty much very muscular and are bullies to the clan cats. They also killed Talonpaw and are then confronted by the clans and are quickly defeated. These two kittypets while this is going to be a stretch are most likely based on the hispanic stereotype of how they are quick to anger and are super macho. As secrets of the clans states “They are both Hostile and dangerous, with no warrior code to guide their actions.”

Then there are the rogues, loners, and kittypets who the very white clans constantly insult and are pretty terrible to despite their kindness. The only clan that is very accepting of rogues and even lets them stay in their camp in Windclan. Even cats who originally did not have racial prejudice suddenly have it and get very angry over having to welcome a new warrior in (Oh no more people to help you defend your clan how terrible!) All in all The Erins are pretty racist writers which is great to stack up with the other shit they have done as well...        

In Conclusion

The Erins currently are really bad writers and as it currently stands people. I recommend to stop reading the warrior cats series as I believe it’s only going to get worse from here. I would instead focus my attention at fan works which have a far better continuity and even though there are some great books after Dawn of the clans I think Dawn of the clans is like the best ending to read and warriors and the Erins should have stopped there and then just did super editions and novellas.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Top 3 heroes and heroines from Lorraine Heath’s books?

Keep in mind, Lorraine has a huge backlist and I am literally chipping away at it when possible lol, so there are a lot of books I haven't read by her. Eventually, when I've read more I want to do a more detailed ranking of them.

As of now, for heroes:

Ransom Seymour, Duke of Ainsley, Waking Up with the Duke. Just. Fabulous. I think that what's great about Ainsley is that in the previous two books in the series he's this very level-headed voice of reason to his brothers, and then his book he is a HOT. MESS. From agreeing to impregnate his cousin's wife out of like.... a combination of guilt and lust? He's not quite as brooding as some of my favorite heroes, but he's like... a really good dude, actually, and maybe the pining-est hero I've ever read. And really hot. Really really hot.

Edward Alcott, The Earl Takes All. Has to be in the top 3 because he's actually legitimately fucking INSANE. What kind of motherfucker pretends to be his own twin for MONTHS to the point of receiving a bathtub handjob from his dead brother's pregnant wife to KEEP UP THE ACT? Only this guy. Also, love that he attended his own funeral and everyone was like "Jesus, that guy sucked". Another great pining hero whose reach perhaps exceeded his grasp (but not Julia's grasp, ey-oh).

Henry, Duke of Lovingdon, When the Duke was Wicked. This may be because I just finished this book today, but God he was hot. This guy has everything: a dead wife and child, the inability to recognize when he's falling in love with someone, a penchant for getting sloppy drunk and eating pussy and RUINING his own carpet (he doesn't care). But also, he's incredibly emotionally unintelligent, which I love in a hero. He'll like, jealously stalk his lady love and then be like "you know what, if a man really loved you, he'd passionately stalk you and MEAN IT and I want you to have that". What a moron.

Heroines:

Grace Mabry, When the Duke was Wicked. Ugh, Grace has my whole heart. She's like, this perfect combination of innocence and precociousness. She wants to have love, and she's terribly insecure due to things out of her control. She longs for Lovingdon, believes he'll never love her, but doesn't pity herself and decides to basically... Get her orgasms from him while she can until she finds a man to settle down with. Gotta love that kind of pragmatism. But she's also not a doormat! She sticks up for herself! I love her.

Jayne Seymour, Marchioness of Walforth, Waking Up with The Duke. I love Jayne! She's kind of cold and bitchy in the beginning (understandably) to the point of being prudish. And when your husband is trying to pimp you out to his cousin, who you blame for your husband's impotence, I mean... Sure. But her journey of growing confident and self-aware enough to know what she really wants is super beautiful. I also love that she kind of makes Ainsley work for it? Ice queen heroines are so much fun to read about, especially when they become Sexually Awakened.

Penelope Pettypeace, The Duchess Hunt. I love Penelope Pettypeace, just like Penelope Pettypeace's boss loves Penelope Pettypeace. (And don't get me wrong, the hero of this book is also great, just like the heroine of The Earl Takes All is great. There are no losers.). I love that she's kind of like... a 1940s His Girl Friday type in a historical romance novel. And she's surprisingly like, sexually forward with King? Literally one of my favorite heroine moments is her telling him that she masturbated thinking of him in a carriage. And she's totally unashamed. He's her boss. It's fine.

[sketzocase]

Okay y’all- brace yourselves. It’s a 2 AM random fandom question time!

You ever just had a thought and can’t explain it?

Like geeky/fandom wise?

Mine currently? (and spoiler alert- it’s ALOT)

-I would like to see how Uruk kias were made up close. I would also like to know how Saurmon got his fucking hair that straight. Like bruh- that’s Beyoncé level flawless.

-I know the Ents ‘lost’ their females or whatever, but I am obsessed with how exactly an Ent would go about mating. Also would like to point out that if a lady ent were to turn on her guy ent when they arise in the morning- she would technically be giving him morning wood.

-If Harry Potter can fix shit- why doesn’t he fix his glasses?

-Why the fuck would the ‘chosen one’ only use like... five spells? Come on Harry- get your shit together.

-I don’t think Dementors are inherently evil. I think they’ve been used that way but by being put to use via wizards- they really don’t get to decide- right? Aren’t they technically magical creatures? In which case, can we really not make a case that in using them in Azkaban, the wizards essentially made a kind of house-elf situation?

-Why the hell didn’t Bucky tell any of his friends what he’d done to them in his past upon meeting them? If I had worked with an asshole who killed a loved one and he knew it and never said anything to me fifty-something years late? Fuck yea- I’m pissed.

-Why the fuck does Azazel have a shit ton of kids but somehow only four survived? Like okay- in The Draco we could say that Nils is probably the youngest. And we can assume that Kiwi Black appears to be older than Kurt- who I guess if I was pressed we would say would be late 20’s early 30’s? This means there is a great few years where Azazel is either actively impregnating one woman after or another- or a time when he is a fuck hiatus only to come out a few years later and start actively impregnating women.

-OH- and Impregnating women can be hard! It can take YEARS! Does he just have a magic dick? Like... does something in his powers just make him a sex wizard? Can he get STDS? Can he heal himself if he does? How can he be sure that every single one of his offspring will be mutants? He had so many kids to open a portal- but the had to have some sort of teleporty power. How can he just see a kid pop out and be like ‘yup. It’s a mutant’.

-Why do all of Logan’s kid’s come out looking better than him?

-How does Daken have a tattoo when in ultimate x-men Logan gets tattoos of girlfriends to impress them, knowing it will heal.

-Daken’s tattoo pattern doesn’t really change much. Did he design it himself? When he loses that arm- b/c it’s ALWAYS that arm- does he get like super annoyed because he’s going to have retat himself up?

-How do Daken and Laura not have Logan’s ‘hairy motherfucker’ genes when both Raze and Jimmy Hudson seem to have got it??

-Does Laura have to double shave legs/armpits? Would she even think too?

-Is childbirth easier on Mystique because she can shape her body far more easily than a human? Don’t pregnant women’s like hips or something move or whatever? Can’t Mystique make it easier on herself?

-Are Johnny Storm’s bodily fluids hotter than most? If so, can he burn a partner by coming in them? Does he have to have like special insurance for his person/partner’s/items?

-Can Reed Richards assume whatever size dick Sue wants/needs at the time?

-Professor X makes a future kid with Mystique, does that mean his junk still works?

-Why the everloving FUCK did Remus wait so long to kill Romulus? Or try? Like he’s her twin- right? Can’t a sibling usually tell how sucky or evil a sibling is going to be pretty early on? Like my sisters a little evil- I’ve known it since she was three. Was there not a moment in their childhood where Remus just went ‘wow my brother is really fucked up. I should do something about that before he hurts someone!”

-Why the FUCK did she get Logan to try to kill her brother? Like bitch- you let it get this bad. Go handle your own shit!

-Theoretically, If Rogue wears something from head to two only leaving her lower bits exposed and Gambit wears a condom- can they have sex?

-Does Scott see different shades of red through his visor or is it all the same color?

-Is Colossus’s dick able to go full metal as well as his skin? Like- come on, what’s he packing under those pants?

-How does Sabertooth do day to day things if he can’t retract his claws- ever? Like does all of his shit just get scratched all to hell?

-How do heightened senses peeps function in normal society with all the extra smells/sounds? Is their taste enhanced? Can they do things like listen to headphones safely?

-How the fuck does Scarlet Witch work? Just like in general- I have a lot of questions.

-Why doesn’t Bucky seem to be aging really?

-how old ARE the x-men?

-Am I to believe that Bobby Drake is older than Cannonball? Nah. I don’t buy it.

-What happened to the Guthrie brood? Wasn’t there like... three mutant siblings?

-How the fuck did that one pairing (speaking on Guthrie) have sex IN THE AIR?

-How is angel ever able to do like... anything? Is it a pain to take showers if he has to get his wings all wet (assuming their feathers).

-Movie part here- in Dark Phenoix why the fuck didn't anyone tell Kurt- ‘oh yea, by the way? That’s your mom. Annnnd she’s dead.’ He was made an orphan AGAIN. Furthermore, why didn’t any of the original x-men who were on the beach react when he picked up a fucking knife and used real similar moves to his daddy?

-why didn't they explore that relationship more?

-Does Iceman have a ice dick? Like- he’s been pretty naked before. Where is his dick? Where does it go? If it is there does it react to chilly temps like other dudes?

-Can venom technically contaminate his host's partners if he is somehow involved in sexual relations WITH his host at the time?

-Why do so many aliens talk English?

-How do the x-men understand Doop?

-How do some of them understand Lockheed?

-How many top brains will be introduced only to be topped by someone else?

-How smart is Reed Richards?

-How long can Norman Osborn be the goblin? Are there any other personalities that he’s formed over the years?

-Why the fuck don’t the x-men permanently partner up with Legion? Like ... get on that.

-Why the fuck don’t they just shut the entire hellfire club down? That NEVER ends well and it’s got a lot of the same members over and over again- shut it down, keep it down.

Annnnnd... yea. Those are all my questions/thoughts.

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT Rewatch 4x12 - Darkness on the Edge of Town

I hope my knowlEDGE on this episode will make for an engaging review! XD

...Yeah, this was a hard one to make a pun for. I miss the ice puns already.

Anyway, as I said, just below the cut, there’s an honestly fairly short review by my regular standards. If you feel like checking it out, go below the cut!

So, if you’re at all familiar with my reviews, by now you know that I usually post my main takeaways here, but this time, I don’t really have them and what I do have to say is small enough to not need a ton of elaboration. So instead, we’re gonna skip it this time and just go right to the Stream of Consciousness! With that being said...

Stream of Consciousness

-”Tried to impregnate.” Not even one minute in and we get a hentai joke!!! XD I love this series!

-You know, the music that play in the Storybrooke owner sounds like a somewhat harsher version of what is later the happy endings montage in Season 6, as if to say a lot is right, but not everything.

-I would honestly love more Snow and Bird interactions! XD

-Wait, so is Granny’s just closed, or is she babysitting WHILE running a popular diner! This woman is a freakin’ superhero! Also, where’s David?

-I love how Belle actually thinks to reach out to people outside the fairy tale world.

-”How could I have been so weak?” MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY.  

-”You -- you should’ve been stronger, but you weren’t, and well...neither was I.” No. I love Killian, Belle, but there was a difference between Killian being sort of manipulated (sort of -- the present segment of “The Apprentice” just sucks) and being straight up lied to.

-”I just hope he’s found whatever it is he’s looking for.” Umm, considering when you last saw him, he was looking to kill people and take over the world, you probably shouldn’t hope that! XD

-I repeat what I asked in the last episode: WHY are all of these fairytale creatures living in New York! I love my home state, but it is EXPENSIVE!

-You know, I just feel really bad for Ursula. We don’t see enough of what she did as a villain to hate her in any way and in this world, apparently all she can afford to eat is RAMEN! That is so fucking sad! This woman does not deserve this!

-”What you do is complain.” And what you do is mooch, Rumple! Don’t bitch at the person who is hosting you, especially when she’s pissed! See, the one thing about being a coward (And I am a big fucking coward) is that we’re not confrontative when we don’t have the power! XD

-I love the implication that Cruella just went around our land AND landed a rich husband with the name “Cruella.” XD

-You know, CAN Cruella kill in a land without magic? Because no one else’s magic works, so maybe she’s been free all along! ...But then again, she probably would’ve killed her husband, so I guess it’s more of a reverse Weaver situation. Actually, to serve my point, at the end of the scene, Cruella drives down and like by all means, should’ve killed this guy but instead gets flung back into a bush! The universe is conspiring against her!

-”Aren’t you tired of feeling ordinary?” Please, even in this world, Cruella’s far from ordinary! Besides, for the wham line that this is, Cruella’s problem wasn’t that she was ordinary -- it’s that she couldn’t kill!

-Okay, so apparently Regina has a weakness for root beer! I hate the stuff, but good to know!

-I love how Killian smiles at Belle as she tells them that she did it! He’s so proud!

-Cruella’s power is so fucking cool! She can not only control animals, BUT she can have her commands spread from one animal to another. Like, how did this woman not at the very least take over a whole town with an army of rhinos?

-How come Mal’s staff absorbed the fire instead of just...Mal? She’s a fire breathing dragon! Give her some extra fire!

-Or...CAN Cruella kill? Because Rumple knows she can’t kill, but is still afraid?

-I know that Blue and Regina are far from friends, but it’s weird how much focus is put on their dynamic in this episode. There’s a lot of hesitation whenever they interact and given how little they interact on a regular basis, it’s odd.

-Why wouldn’t Blue not know or even not think about the possibility of the Author working for The Sorcerer, or vice versa?

-When did Isaac have the time to leave these “hidden clues?” And how come neither Merlin nor The Apprentice had anything to say about them if they were rumors?

-”This isn’t our first monster bash.” I honestly love how freakin’ well oiled this town is at times!

-I’m honestly curious what a 4B where the Queens of Darkness do decide to leave Rumple behind would look like. Because Cruella would’ve at least considered it, let’s be honest. I’m not saying I’d have preferred that, but I would totally read a fic of that universe.

-You know, I like the subtle costume details of just how destitute Rumple’s life has become. Everything from his phone to his cane are of poorer quality and his coat looks like he got it out of Goodwill. It a really good instance of costuming telling a story.

-”The sea bitch.” To my knowledge, you and Ursula have never met! Why are you calling her a bitch?

-”Swallows the heart with the darkest potential.” I’m trying to think about this in regards to Emma, the character we’re supposed to believe fulfills that role. I mean, sort of. I can see her intelligence, ability to detect lies, and connection to her family and friends to have potential to be abused to the detriment of others. It’s an interesting concept. And given how life in Storybrooke, while rewarding in a lot of senses, has made her life complicated as all hell, I can see her having a lot of baggage about it.

-David, welcome to the fucking episode! Seriously, was Josh just sick this week or something?

-”What made you choose yellow?” I love how Regina asks this as a means of not freaking the fuck out that a Chernabog is chasing her! It’s a very Regina thing to comment on and it’s hysterical because of it!

-I like how Emma points out the hypocrisy at play with her parents not trusting these two lower tier villains.

-”Not as horrible as I once was. And if I deserve a second chance, so do they. How can I sit here looking for my happiness and deny two others a chance at theirs?” This is a FANTASTIC Regina speech. It really shows how Regina’s grown to be more self aware and better equipped to help redeem other villains.

-I kind of wish Rumple had more of a scared reaction to the possibility of not being let into Storybrooke. Like, the rest of his life depends on this.

-”Make friends, build relationships.” And NONE of this ever happens! XD

Favorite Dynamic

The Queens of Darkness and Rumple - These guys are the main dynamic and they really do provide the most entertainment value. First, I want to point out how cool it is that Rumple is the one with power (both actual and figurative) in the past segment while the queens are in the present. That’s just interesting storytelling. Second, what I love about them in the present is that they get just as exasperated as we do about how frustratingly vague Rumple often is and that they use their power in the situation to get him to fucking stop to some degree. Their frustration slowly but noticeably builds up in the episode as Rumple continues not really saying anything and finally explodes and that is honestly really cathartic to watch. For as much as I love Rumple for how cryptic he can be, its a quality of his character that can easily be overdone and in a meta-sense, this was pointed out in-universe and almost prevents him from losing his own plan of revenge.

Writer

Adam and Eddy start up our half season with a solid start. Again, there’s not a lot to say here because while these two episodes have stories, they’re not so much rooted in something like theme which can be analyzed. The characters are all in solid form, and Regina’s in particularly great form. I will say though, there is a clunkiness to a lot of the lines. Sometimes, it’s a matter of people giving weird exposition or explaining things in a way that characters shouldn’t be able to understand (Ex. The entire middle of Killian and Belle’s discussion, Rumple telling Ursula and Cruella about being the Oxford professor).

Rating

10/10. I feel like there’s a singular word to describe this episode: Utilitarian. It’s all setup and a bit of tying loose ends up with a really basic ‘working together is good’ storyline in the past and sort of present. That’s not to say that it’s bad -- far from it. It just means that there’s not a lot of story to comment on. But this is a good version of setting up a story and biting off a loose end of two. There’s a lot of fun and interesting dynamics, it’s great to see all of our main heroes working together, and the queens get to show off the bulk of their charisma and intrigue.

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Captain Swan - I love the bits of domesticity we get with Emma and Killian here. You can see that they’re really gotten the most out of these six weeks and have integrated themselves into each others lives. Like, the sequence at the beginning of the episode implies that this is a normal morning for the people of Storybrooke and Emma and Killian are literally part of each others routines! That shit is just too fucking cute!!! I’mma also plug my fic “Hero,” which is based around this episode. It’s one of my better work in my humble opinion and deals directly with Killian’s doubts in his own heroism that he displays in the hallway scene. Speaking of which, I do like the hallway scene. While I don’t like Emma giving Killian a total free pass, I do think that with the fairies, it’s warranted and deserved given how he very clearly didn’t want to go through with it.

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Thank you all for reading this pretty relaxed review. Sorry for all the delays lately, but I’m hoping I can pick up the pace from here.

Also, shoutout to @watchingfairytales and @daensarah. See you all next time!

Season 4 Total (105/230)

Writer Scores: Adam and Eddy: (34/60) Jane Espenson: (20/40) David Goodman and Jerome Schwartz: (30/50) Andrew Chambliss: (14/50) Dana Horgan: (6/30) Kalinda Vazquez: (14/40) Scott Nimerfro: (14/30) Tze Chun (8/20)

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Red Little Shoes V

Masterlist

Gif credit: lomasdope

A/N: Red Little Shoes won! Expect A Thousand Times NO! tomorrow guys. It’s all finished and ready for posting. Please be respectful when commenting on this story-- I know someone will always be unhappy. Also, I’m told my keep reading didn’t work again.

Luckily, you had not blocked him from your social media. He followed your progress from his family’s baby shower to that of yours-- where shockingly, Ivar had gone. He had been sure that after the blow out, Ivar would have fucked off. In fact a part of him was banking on it. After such a betrayal, he hoped Ivar would have broke up with you. Sigurd would be there to welcome you back into his arms. Yet you stood by your alleged baby daddy and he did by you as well. A few months later, he noticed a new picture pop up on your page. A blonde little baby swaddled in deep red cheesecake cloth and a few rose petals strewn around her deep brown basket.

(Y/N) Lothbrok-- 22h.

Aurelie Lothbrok

11.4 @ 11:36pm.

7 pounds 11 ounces.

19 inches long.

UbbeLothbrok: Congratulations @(Y/N).Lothbrok & @Ivar.Boneless.Lothbrok

TheoneandonlyHvitty: Ask (Y/N) if I come over. @Ivar.Boneless.Lothbrok

Aslaug.Kraka: She’s sleeping. Come over quietly.

He debated with himself for some time if he should actually say something. A sweet congratulations, eager to see the little girl… but in the end, he decided to bite his tongue and respond carefully. He knew he was walking on thin ice to begin with. It would be the last thing he wanted to be blocked out of his daughter’s life or-- as he prayed wasn’t true, his niece’s life.

Sigurd.S.Lothbrok: She’s beautiful.

Several months later, his phone buzzed to life. He only noticed because he was in the car, driving home with his guitar occupying the empty seat beside him. As he pulled to a stop in front of his home, he read the contents of your text message.

Princess:

Ivar and I did the test. Do you want to talk about it over for coffee?

Me:

Sure. I’ll come over.

Princess:

Alright.

So there he was, driving to find out whose child this was. It could have been his— but her eyes lacked the snake entwined eyes he was famous for. He found himself in something of knots when he came to the door. His knuckles rasp against the heavy door in a one two knock. The door would creak open, revealing his beautiful wife. Your hair was braided down over your breast as you stepped aside. You were lazy in a cherry red tank top and tiny shorts, a few splotchy stains of milk over your breast.

“Come in.” You usher him forward. He steps into the home, looking around for the baby in question. He quickly found her whining on a mat, kicking her legs and staring at a colourful raven and pen set on her tummy.

“Is she supposed to be on her tummy?” Sigurd asks moving over to bend on one knee beside her.

“It’s called tummy time.” You answer sharply, moving back to the kitchen. He hears your coffee machine hissing. “It’ll strengthen her muscles so she can crawl.”

Sigurd scoffs, hand over the frilly ruffles of the pajamas the little girl wore. “Already pushing her to walk and talk?” He muses as if the gentleness of violins and piano was not typical of his ballerina. You had after all, Sigurd’s deep blue piano in your apartment. The one that he would play and watch you twirl around the living room to the hum of his keys.

“Ivar is.” You bring over a cup of steaming hot coffee steaming with warm notes of vanilla and powdery cinnamon over a pillow of whipped cream.

“Of course he is.” Sigurd suppresses the hate in his voice. You slide onto the floor with a manila envelope under your arm. The sacred papers, he thinks. With a sip of your coffee, you set the mug aside and unclasp the envelope. Then, unfurling the papers from their hiding place you hold them out to him. They have obviously been handled before. He doesn’t blame you for your curiosity.

Aurelie Lothbrok | Ivar Lothbrok

He skims beyond the talk of allele sizes, numbers and tests. None of which make sense to him being a rather well of musician. Then he comes upon a section that reads Interpretation: Combined Paternity Index: Thousands. Possibility of Paternity: 99.9998%.

The words on the page are haunting, locking his snake entwined eyes on the paper. For months, he had been telling himself that his seed could have done it. That the little girl who you now flipped onto her tummy and twirled the music box above her, was his daughter. Perhaps he didn’t even want a child, sure. But it you had a child, he wanted it to be his. There was no other way of looking at it for him.

Yet-- he knows he has betrayed your trust. He broke it into bits of pieces months ago when he admitted that he tried to impregnate you without consent. Errant bolts of distaste for the paper come over him when he hands it back to you. There was a reason his traitorous family kept going on as if nothing had happened. As if the love of his life hadn’t just given birth to his brother’s daughter. The brother that he had many a discourse with.

“Congratulations.” Sigurd bites out, more hateful than he would like. “You have the father you wanted.”

He wanted the words back the second he said them. They were harsh-- as if you hadn’t spent years begging Sigurd to give you a son or daughter. No, he thinks. He had to be honest with her. He spent too long lying to her. Your head rolls back and Sigurd finally notices the tears that have been pricking your eyes for such a time.

“You have no idea what I wanted. You never listened.” You set the coffee aside and look to little Aurelie. Her feet kick out in jubilation, chubby and uncontained. She’s small, barely large enough for her eyes to track the colorful bird her grandfather had fashioned her to play with.

“I listened.” He complains, eyes slowly gliding back to yours. “I… didn’t want to share you with someone else. I didn’t expect you would go find someone else to do my job.”

You heard this speech one too many times because your eyes are already rolling in irritation from hearing it one more time. Suddenly, you lurch out to smack him across the face. Your palm collides with his pale cheek, heating it with a splotchy red mark.

“Then you should have done it without lying to me!” You exclaim. “You raped me instead of talking to me.”

He knows he deserved that slap. He turns his eyes back to you and rakes his hands through his shaggy blond hair. His heated cheek is beating with all the blood that pumps through his head so harshly.

“I did it because I love you, (Y/N). Would you really have let me knock you up?”  

Silence. Then a sigh.

“No.” Your hands run together. “Because you betrayed my trust before-- not including this time. I… I’m not surprised that you would do that.”

Do what? Try to keep you his by becoming the father of your child? Or was it skate back into your arms? He missed the way you stroked his curly hair, kissed the top of his head and didn’t care at all if he wasn’t the cutest of his brothers. He missed crawling into bed knowing that you would be right there if something was wrong.

He missed it all.

“You didn’t say. Do you still love me, (Y/N)?” Sigurd asks the question that has been at the forefront of his mind for months. You finally have to excuse yourself with your mug back to the kitchen. It clatters back into the sink-- and he knows he has his answer when he looks over to your coffee table. There was a photo of Ivar kissing you, round and pregnant, of course. But there was another one. Your wedding day in Italy where Sigurd dipped you in that tight little white mermaid gown with a sole red ribbon around your waist.

He knew he hadn’t lost you completely, and so, he plucks up his niece and walks into the kitchen. You stand over by the sink with your hands laced in your hair. You glance up to him coming in-- and he sees the shock written over your face. This was… an innocent movement.

“You could have been a good father, Sigurd. If only the bitterness didn’t consume you...” You mumble, taking your daughter of his arms. He feels shockingly empty when you excuse yourself up the stairs, leaving him with alone and confused-- was this chapter with you truly over? Had he lost to Ivar?

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✨ INTERVIEW.

RULES: DON’T REBLOG, REPOST.

✨ TAGGED BY: i think it was @dvrkestparadise ✨ TAGGING: i accidentally posted this and tagged a bunch of people i’m not following if ur seeing this im sorry xoxoxox

✨ MEET THE MUSE.

► NAME: Bruce Cage.  ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭   Does my fleshlight count? ‘Cos if it does, no, no I’m happily fuckin’ married.  ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭  How the hell could I be happy? I got the FBI, the CIA, the IRS all riding my ass, I’m dealing with international fuckin’ criminals and I don’t even own a goddamn car, how the hell could I possibly be happy? ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭  Stuck somewhere between angry and horny, yeah.  ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭   Nah, ma’  ran away before I was born. You’re probably wondering how that’s possible -- y’know, the post office, they’ll post anything with a stamp on it. 

✨ NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭  The greatest Goddamn country on Gods green Earth, the United States of America.  ► HAIR COLOR ➭  Brown. ► EYE COLOR ➭  Blue ► BIRTHDAY ➭  5th of January ► MOOD ➭ Scared -- real scared. A lil’ horny though. ► GENDER ➭  I’m a guy.  ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭  Winter. More clients, busier season.  ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ Afternoon.

✨ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭  Love? I did love this hooker for a while but she blocked me on Facebook, Twitter, Tinder, NeoPets, Club Penguin when it was still around, PSN, xbox live, LinkedIn and she sealed up her mailbox so, yeah. * ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭  Hell yeah I do, fall in love like eighty times a day. ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  *Yeah, I think it was mutual y’know.  ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭  I don’t think so.  ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ No, dude, last week I got this coupon and it runs out like, in two days time, that’s how commited I am. ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ I got this like, this -- this is gon’na sound dumb but like, sometimes I put my pillow over a gas burner and cuddle it.  ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?➭  If I did they were pretty fuckin’ secret ‘bout it. ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ Every morning when I look in the goddamn mirror. 

✨ SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ Love but... Shit I need to get laid.  ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ Lemonade. It’s a better mixer. ► CATS OR DOGS ➭  Dogs. I had a labrador but my neighbor called animal cruelty because she reckoned I was drilling holes in her bathroom wall to peep on her. Which was bullshit, OK? She can’t prove anything.  ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭  Just any friend would be a step up.  ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN➭  I’m not really good at either.  ► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭  Day, but not morning. 

✨ FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ I once got caught sneaking out of court. Guy was totally boned and I had shit to do.  ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭  I’m a walking accident, of course I’ve fallen down the stairs. ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭  Not really man, I just want to exist. ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭  Hell yeah. 

✨  FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭  Smile. ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭  Any port in a storm, am I right?  ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ I’m a short-ass - I like being able to look people in the eye. ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ Sexy beats brains any day.  ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭  Any sort of physical contact would do, lets be real. 

✨ FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ They think I’m a ‘failure’ and that I’m ‘wasting my life’, that I’m ‘ugly’ and ‘smell bad’ and that I’ll ‘never amount to anything’ and that they ‘should’ve had an abortion’, I mean, shit, they’re right, but they don’t have to... Text me every single day to remind me. Y’know, sometimes my brother send me like, videos of him fucking his wife, him and his wife are both saying shit like ‘you’ll never get this, you’ll never get this’ then like the camera’ll pan around his beautiful mansion. Shits fucked. I tried to visit him once and he chased me with an entire hunting posse through the woods for like, a bad amount of time. But y’know what they say, blood’s thicker than wine or whatever.  ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭  I wish I was dead a lot, so yeah.  ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ Didn’t even realize it was an option until very late in the game. ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭  Yeah, my dad sat me down and he said, ‘son, i’m sick of peeling your impregnated socks off the floor, so I’ve changed the locks and your brother’s going to beat you out on the lawn.’, I tried sneaking out the back but my dad chucked like, this venomous snake at me, so I played dead ‘cos, y’know, fuck me right? So my brother came ‘round the back and started wailing on me, but luckily I managed to slip away unscathed. OK, I was a little scathed, I had to swing by the hospital to pick up some anti-venom but apart from that it was a good experience, y’know, moved out, stretched my legs. 

✨ FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ I suppose Molly counts as a friend but she once blew ketamine in my face and pushed me out a window. I don’t hold it against her though, I did squeaze her booby.  ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭  Hell no. ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ Jack was pretty nice to me before he got shot -- always used to bring me these mystery meats, and he wasn’t as much of a psycho as everyone else. He was a good guy.   ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭  Uh, I dun’no, I think Jimmy has like a profile on me for blackmail purposes. When I suggested he do that, I didn’t mean he do it for me, but hey, that’s the business. 

[moonlitgleek]

@honeybubblepop reblogged your post and added:

Ok fact Rhaegar was NOT fighting for his father at all at the trident he fought Robert for the throne! Rhaegar already had plans to over throw the mad king before he ran off with Lyanna (there are so many clues in the book and tv show, but Rhaegar wanted a peaceful solution to the problem not a war) Also Rhaegar was fighting to protect his family both of them from whatever harm could have come and he failed because it was his death that brought on the sack of kings landing by house Lannister…There’s nothing that would suggest Rhaegar meant for his father to keep the throne Rhaegar himself wanted Aerys to go into retirement which was what he was trying to do at the tourney of harrenhal. He fought for his house but in the end he failed …Also pretty sure she didn’t give a fuck at the time and could distinguish between the man whose child she was having and what he stood for as a person(after all they did spend almost a year together) and his father who at the time was insane.

Regardless of what his personal opinion on the matter was, Rhaegar returning from Dorne to take up arms against the rebels is him fighting in his father’s name. You can’t say that he was not fighting for Aerys when it was Aerys who sat the throne and whom the royalists were fighting in the name of. Rhaegar did not condemn his father’s brutality or try to communicate to the rebels that he saw the murder of over half a dozen nobles as a crime that irrevocably delegitimized the king for he broke the feudal contract their society is built on. He did not move against Aerys with the understanding that his actions were a gross offense that needed to be rectified immediately. Instead he declared for his father and took the field against the rebels which amounts to a very public statement on whose side he was on and who he thought worth defending. His disapproval of Aerys’ actions was only voiced to Jaime Lannister and was immediately belied by his actions - by riding to meet the people injured by his father’s crimes on the field and treating the loss of life that decision resulted in as an acceptable price for keeping the throne. Rhaegar’s personal opinion is worthless in that context; the fact remains that in his capacity as crown prince, Rhaegar took a very clear political stance on the rebellion and followed it with the decisive action of fighting in Aerys’ name. Leading his father’s forces meant that Rhaegar was declaring his position which was that this rebellion deserved to be condemned and fought against, that the rebels were traitors to the crown and that his father’s actions were to be defended. Rhaegar actively supported Aerys on the field, sending a message to the rebels that he unequivocally supported his father’s actions, from executing nobles without a trial to the death sentence for Ned and Robert to his demand of Jon Arryn to break guest right. It’s made worse by the fact that Aerys committed murder over the course of refusing to hold Rhaegar accountable for his own violations so the image they presented to the rebels was that of the king and crown prince breaking every code of conduct and every law in the land to defend each other’s right to do whatever they wanted - a circle jerk that communicated one message: “the law does not apply to House Targaryen. We can do whatever we want to you without any recompense because you don’t have the right to object to our actions. Kick rocks.”

So Rhaegar having a personal opinion that what Aerys did was ill done? It isn’t good enough. It isn’t enough, period. His actions are what matter because they are what represent his dearly held beliefs and his priorities. And Rhaegar’s priority was the throne, even if he stepped on thousands of corpses to ensure he did not lose it. The lives that were lost was little more than collateral damage to him, a necessary evil so that he could keep his royal power. That’s selfish. That’s borderline tyrannical. That’s a man caught up in the illusions of a grand destiny that he lost sight of the people he claimed the right to rule. Saving lives shouldn’t be a worthy cause only when there are ice zombies and dragons involved, and the thousands that died because of Rhaegar’s decisions matter just as much as those currently under siege by the Others.

Another thing that was no way near enough was Rhaegar’s plans to overthrow Aerys. I’m honestly so tired of giving him credit for that since it’s his own inaction that caused everything that happened. Aerys’ sanity had been deteriorating for years, he’d had two noble houses completely eradicated just a few years earlier, he was a pyromaniac that was growing close to the Alchemist’s Guild and Rossart. Rhaegar knew all of that but he failed to take any decisive action to amend any of it. Oh he had plans - plans that he threw away for absolutely no reason when he chose to vanish with Lyanna. Rhaegar squandered his responsibility as crown prince when he watched an unfit king with glaring mental health issues be a menace and danger to the realm for years but did nothing.  He knew his father shouldn’t be on the throne, had some plans that we don’t know the extent of but that sound solid enough to be viable, but he failed to act on those plans.... until apparently half the continent was in open rebellion that happened, in no small part, due to Rhaegar’s own inaction and political ineptitude. He was only prepared to do something about it in the same scene he was gearing up to go defend his father’s right to burn people alive. He made it very clear that he was ready and willing to kill a few thousand people for the throne, including the very same people whose families his father brutalized, including the brother of the girl he left pregnant back in Dorne. And say what you will about Robert Baratheon but he’d done nothing to deserve to be killed to satisfy Aerys’ paranoia or to make way for Rhaegar’s kingship. That says a whole lot about Rhaegar and his conceptions of justice, morality and responsibility, whether personal or political. I’m sorry but I’m done giving Rhaegar credit for having plans or opinions that his actions went squarely against, especially when it was him that made the situation even worse and effectively undermined his own plans by his stunt with Lyanna.

Also Rhaegar was fighting to protect his family both of them from whatever harm could have come and he failed because it was his death that brought on the sack of kings landing by house Lannister.

There is a difference between fighting for his family and fighting for his throne. Rhaegar was the one who put his family in danger with his actions so I’m not at all convinced or moved by the argument that he was fighting to protect his family. For one, Rhaegar did not even think that his family was in danger as his words to Jaime imply. “When the battle’s done I mean to call a council”. He did not even entertain the thought of losing and what that could mean to his family. But far more importantly, it was Rhaegar himself who put his family in that awful position by his failure to move against Aerys, by his disappearance with Lyanna for months, leaving his mentally unstable father to deal with the fallout and forcing the Starks into a confrontation with Aerys which led to the rebellion, by leaving Elia and her children under his father’s thumb. The entire situation was of Rhaegar’s creation; his actions with Lyanna are what made that first domino piece fall. He vanished with Lyanna -> Brandon rode to King’s Landing -> Aerys killed Brandon, Rickard and their companions, sent the order for Robert and Ned’s head and at one point recalled Elia and the children from Dragonstone -> the rebellion happened -> Rhaegar returned to continue the conflict -> Robert was acclaimed -> Rhaegar lost and the sack happened. Take out Rhaegar’s stunt with Lyanna and his family would be sitting on Dragonstone safe and sound and the rebellion doesn’t happen. To make it worse, Rhaegar willfully left Elia and her children vulnerable to his father while he gallivanted to Dorne to impregnate a 15-year-old, he left them again as glorified hostages in the Red Keep knowing what he knew of his father’s paranoia and racism. Let’s not paint him as the sacrificing family man who had no recourse but to go to war. Rhaegar had options but he did not care to follow any of them.

Also pretty sure she didn’t give a fuck at the time and could distinguish between the man whose child she was having and what he stood for as a person(after all they did spend almost a year together) and his father who at the time was insane.

Didn’t give a fuck about who exactly. About Ned who was in the field to bring justice for their murdered family and to defend his own life since Aerys had a pesky death sentence issued for him? About Robert who she might not have liked but that does not mean she wanted him dead when he’d done nothing wrong? About all the Northmen who rose in the name of her family and to avenge her murdered father and brother? About her friend Howland Reed, or about Martyn Cassel and Old Nan’s sons who were probably a part of the Stark household? No, please, do tell me who it is that Lyanna did not give a fuck about, the same Lyanna who stood up for Howland Reed simply because he was her father’s man, the same Lyanna who loved her family, was protective of her people and sensitive to injustice. Are you trying to tell me that Lyanna just simply shrugged when she learned that Rhaegar was going to war against her own brother in the name of the guy who murdered her father and other brother?

Oh but Rhaegar disagreed with Aerys. I’m sure this would have meant the world for the families of those who died because of him. It would have meant everything to Lyanna, Benjen, Catelyn and as-of-yet unborn Robb if Ned had fallen at the Trident. It would have meant everything to Jon Arryn whose nephew was killed in King’s Landing and whose foster sons could have died and would have died in the case of Targaryen victory. Sure, Rhaegar was going to lead an army against the rebels, forcibly subjugate them, dismiss their rights and basic justice, handwave his own complicity in the whole matter while affirming that a king can do whatever he wants to whoever he wants which pushes the realm into absolute monarchy, but for some reason everyone and their cat should really appreciate that he didn’t like what Aerys had done, even when he was upholding and compounding his father’s crimes.