#I took both their loads and their super sexy roommates

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I just got on the ferry to head home after an 8 day stint in PTown and omg my heart and hole are so full

[tipsydipsydo]

The laundry hamper [M]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k 

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

AU: College AU!; Roommates2Lovers AU!; Friends2Lovers! AU

Warnings: Dirty Language + slight Dirty Talk; sweet and shy but naughty Jungkookie; Mentions of Masturbation in the shower; Scent/Smelling-Kink; Panty-Sniffing; Masturbation; slight Voyeurism; Teasing; Petnames; soft sub! Jungkook & dom! Reader undertones; Mentions of mutual Masturbation; Mentions of 69-Position 

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you since you moved together for college but the poor boy is way too shy to confess his feelings to you... rather he would search through your laundry hamper to get a shirt which smells after your very personal scent and tries to calm his racing heart... and other nerves. He didn’t thought to get catched by the person who already stole his whole heart in the most embarrassing situation...

A/N: Happy first year friendship anniversary with my dearest @borathae​!! I love you to death my sweetheart and I thought today would be the perfect occasion to finally finish this Oneshot I started 10 months ago and waited to get finished until today on my IPad... especially because you  was the person who gave me the inspiration to write this idea... I hope you like it!! 

Status: halfway edited bc I was stressed I wouldn’t finish it on right time- 

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He knows it's bad and that he shouldn't do it. Well... honestly, already before this thought, which is haunting him since two weeks, he wasn't any kind of "well mannered" anymore. ...before you apologized for taking so much space with your shower untensils in the shower basket and then decided, to take your Shampoo, Conditioner and Bodylotion to your room.

The thing you didn't know was that you took with this decision, Jungkook's one and only opportunity to properly jerk off, with you.

Why?

God, just when the poor boy thinks about it... the thought alone gives him a rosy-red blush all over his cheeks, which almost reachs his ears and leave him completely flustered and ashamed.

How to explain it... your quiet, adorably awkward and super shy roommate, who has a crush on you since two years (or even longer!) tend to use your hair shampoo as a little "fantasy kick". How could he resist the opportunity to smell something so familiar which reminds him of you, so close?

How he used it you ask yourself?

While he was showering, he sniffed on the opened lid of the shampoo bottle like a fucking dog in his rut and jerked off to the smell of English Wild Roses. Yeah, even Jungkook himself is absolutely sure that he reached a whole new level of freakiness. Who else jack themself off while sniffing on a damn hair shampoo bottle?!

Jungkook has simply a thing for scents... especially for everything that smells like you. Whenever something of you comes in contact with his nostrils, he immediately pops a boner.

Really, it's not funny anymore when you feel that your dick is going hard just from getting a whiff of your crush's parfum when they're passing by.

Anyway, not your parfum or shower utensils are giving Jungkook a problem now, it's much more your laundry hamper which suddenly developts a really strong seductive affect on him.

Both of you having a seperate laundry hamper in the shared bathroom and also a laudry bag in your room. It's easier to have these two opportunities to put your laundry than walking always with an arm full of dirty clothes through the whole apartement.

Especially when friends of the other person are over and a pair of Kook's boxer briefs or one of your bra's found their way to the floor, unnoticed. Okay, 'unnoticed' as long as one of your friends are yelling that there is dirty underwear in the hallway. Of course not without dropping some stupid and teasing comments.

Yeah, it's really better for Jungkook's and your own peace to have a laundry bag in your room and a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Even when Kookie wouldn't mind it at all to be the one who would've found your lingerie...

...and that's the point. Since this one incidence with your dessous, Jungkook is haunted by countless absolutely filthy and indecent thoughts. At first he was still able to control them and to shove them away into the last corner of his mind. But after you took your shower stuff with you to your room, these fantasies returned really, really fast and his interest in your laundry hamper grew endlessly.

It absolutely didn't help that he pretty aware of the fact that you showered just a half an hour ago.

You made yourself ready to go to the movies with some of your friends. That means, he would be completely alone for the next few hours with the clothes you've worn before and are now own your very personal scent. How the hell should he survive this silently for him screaming seduction?!

Okay, okay, even when he'd took something off your hamper... just as a hypothetisch thought... it would be definitely only something completely innocent, like a shirt or something else. Really, he just loves to smell your wonderful personal scent. It's calming his wild racing heart... and in some way his unsatisfied desires as well.

Once again he takes a glimpse through the slightly opened bathroom door into the hallway which leads to the front door. Everything is silent, he is indeed completely alone in the apartement.

Now or never. Maybe he should take one of your worn out T-Shirts you always wear for house chores and isn't one of your favourite piece of clothing anymore. Maybe then you wouldn't notice that's even gone... for a longer time.

He shouldn't debate any longer before he reverses his opinion and pull back... he would slap himself if he'd let such an opportunity slip through his fingers unused...

As soon as he opens the lid of your laundry hamper, all his 'good and pure resolutions' are thrown out of the next bathroom window. Hebshould have guessed it, he should have known it... that your underwear is the last thing you take of your body before showering. Well, in conclusion, your panties are the first piece of cloth which is greeting Jungkook's eyes.

He's gulping harshly. Fuck, his brain knows that what he's doing here is bad and dirty, that he shouldn't do it... but his body and especially his dick is literally screaming and begging him to reach out for exactly this piece of lingerie.

Those tiny little wheels starts turning in Jungkook's head when he scans through your latest outfit. He remembers which Sweater and Sweatpants you wore. How could he forget those cute socks with this adorable avocado print on them.

...but no Bra.

Fuck... Jungkook can't explain himself why he finds the thought of you, being so comfortable in your shared apartement and around him, that you decided to not wear a bra underneath and let your tits bounce around freely, so god damn attractive...

Before he even realized it, his greedy hand took your used panties already out of the laundry hamper and lets the soft fabric slip through his fingertips.

It's a plain black cotton panty with a lacey border which has a beautiful flower pattern. Others would say it's boring, unspectacular underwear but for Jungkook it's already beautiful and beyond belief sexy lingerie. To imagine that you walk casually around in those panties everyday... Jungkook feels how his dick is already leaking precum in his boxer briefs.

With every second he holds this pair of panties in his hands, his poor, needy cocks hardens even more in his grey sweats. He gulps again. He shouldn't do it... but your panties are tempting him and his short patience.

Before he can control what he's doing, his nose is already buried in this piece of cloth and takes a deep breath.

If his other hand wouldn't already disappeared beneath his waist band and squeezed the base of his cock, he would've already blown his load right here in his sweats.

He's panting, his breath fast and ragged, trying to take as much as possible of your intoxicating scent into his lungs when he yanks his sweatpants down to his knees and lays his hand in a firm grip around his red, swollen and angrily leaking cock. He's literally dripping, so it doesn't take long until his whole palm is lubed thoroughly with his own precum.

Jungkook's mind is clouded, he can't built any proper thought anymore, your delicious smell makes him salivating and he knows, he feels it in every fiber of his body, that he already got addicted to the smell of your panties... your pussy.

He can't believe that you smell so good, like that fucking good that he almost blew his load already in his pants. Untouched.

His mind is spiralling, dirty thoughts get exceeded by even more filthier ones, every secret and forbidden fantasies which he hold under control for so, so long are crashing down on him.

God, what would he do to be the lucky person who gets you on top of him, queening him, his whole face buried into your pussy, your juices smearing all over his chin and cheeks and getting a good whiff of your perfect cunt first hand. He would happily die between your legs, suffocated by your thighs which you would've squeeze so tightly around his head that it would literally crushed him. He would die as the happiest man in the whole universe.

To imagine how you'd whine, whimper and growl at him... praising him for doing so good, pleasuring you so well, tugging at his locks because you can barely handle the pleasure you receive from his tongue and lips...

His fist goes faster and faster, his wrist will hurt so bad in the exam tomorrow... but that's Jungkook tiniest problem right now, he needs to cum so fucking bad, his balls are already hard and tight, feeling like they would burst if he wouldn't cum and time soon.

"Tz, tz, tz... what do we have here? I didn't thought you'd be such a naughty boy as someone who's so sweet and shy, Jungkook... sniffing your roommates panties and jerking off to them...", you snicker and smirk, even though bis back is still facing you. The later flinchs noticeably and lets a surprised and equally terrified yelp out, almost jumping around to you.

He's trying to save to situation and his pride, throwing your panties back into your open laundry hamper and pulling his pants up as quick as possible.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I am so, so, so, so sorry, it will never happen again, I am so sorry that you have such a disgusting roommate like me, I am so sorry, I didn't knew you'd come back so early again- oh fuck... I am so sorry, I am a disaster", Jungkook chokes out in a trembling voice and glassy eyes, a tiny little sob leaves him as well. He is truly ashamed and mortified to death.

Your heart breaks when you look at him, he looks so sorry and embarrassed, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror again. Slowly you start to shake your head 'no'.

"Oh Jungkookie, I didn't mean to shame you... I... I just was a little surprised to catch you here in the bathroom... having a little fun time with yourself... I realized halfway to the cinema that I forgot my wallet and I came back to get it... then I saw you and just wanted to tease you a little bit... ah shit- I think I just messed the things up as well... okay okay, stupid question from a stupid person who has a big, fat crush on you since months, if not even years... wouldyoumindmetohelpyoutocum?", you ramble nervously, now are your cheeks equally beet-red.

Jungkook's eyes shoot up to your face, your red cheeks, your big, questioning eyes and your lip biting is sending a new rush of exitement down to his softening cock, making him harden all over again.

"W-What? ...what?? You- you too? I-I am crushing on you since we moved in together and now you're telling me that you- ...oh my god, yes... yes... yes please... please help me. I am so needy and horny right now and your pant- you always smelled so good and it's driving me crazy... I am so horny for you, Y/N."

Jungkook couldn't control his blabbering mouth anymore, everything is just blurting out of him with such a force like the Niagara Waterfall.

You sigh in relieve and a bright smile is forming on your lips as you walk over to your crush and lay both of your hands on his cute and round cheeks, so you can look each other into the eyes.

"Jungkook, I would like to ask you if you're comfortable with the thought of me kissing you before I will... devour you?"

Just to hear the two words 'devour you' out of your mouth made his knees almost buckle. His head is moving by itself, nodding vehemently. But to his confusion you're shaking your head no.

"Babyboy, I need your verbal confirmation. Consent is key, alright?", you say in a gently yet firm voice.

Oh God, you'll be his death... calling him 'Babyboy' alone made a whimper slips past his lips which is why you hum very appreciately.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes... please... please kiss me and devour me, Mistress- ugh, s-sorry, I- I didn't mean to say that", Jungkook coughs out all flustered again, don't dare to look you in the face.

Such a good, perfect babyboy he is already for you.

"Don't be shy, Baby... I like the title you gave me. When you like it, you can continue to address me with 'Mistress'. ...what about we change our location to your or my bedroom? I'd love to let you smell and taste my pussy... not just through worn fabric. I would take great care of your aching cock... I saw how swollen, red and leaking it was already. What about you eat me out while I take your cock into my mouth and jerk you off with the panties I wear right now. Hm, sounds good?

Jungkook's head is already spinning again when your lips finally meet, your mouth and tongue already taking the control over him and devouring him.

Yes, you'll be definitely the death for him.

[ds-ts-smut-fics]

Lovely Boys [Chapter One]

Summary: Janus and Logan are both in love with Remus, it’s just a matter of who can convince Remus of their feelings first. 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, real hardcore insecurity, not the healthiest habits, rough sex, being caught (kind of, they’re not walked in on), mention of abusive and negligent past exes who neglected proper BDSM rules, some very rude degrading self talk, sl*t as an endearing term

Genre: Hurt/Comfort smut (Sub Remus, dom Logan, switch Janus), intruloceit 

Written by: Virgil & Claire

Edited by: Virgil 

A/N: This is completely written, so unlike Sweet On You, the whole thing should be posted relatively quickly/consistently lmao. We set out to write a quick one shot and then wrote an angsty 40 pages. ~Virgil

Remus fell in love with Janus the moment they moved in together. 

He walked through the door with his arms loaded with half-closed luggage, and when he saw the man standing in the kitchenette, he realized what a mistake he had made responding to the ad. He was thin, with vitiligo paling his otherwise tan skin. His hair was dyed yellow, with floofy bangs that hung in his gray eyes. 

Without looking back, Janus hummed softly. "Hello, you're certainly not welcome… Come in and put your things down? You would be Remus, I presume."

Remus cleared his throat and tried not to stumble over his words. “Yep!” He kicked the door shut and dropped his luggages with a loud clatter. “Yeah, that’s me, Remus. You’re, uh, you’re not Janus, are you?” Surely this was Janus’ super hot boyfriend— Not someone Remus had to converse with regularly without imagining him… Just, never mind. 

"I am… I hope you weren't expecting a female…" A frown crossed his face as he turned, showing black painted nails as he tapped his cracked lips. "That would be unfortunate indeed."

Remus coughed. He was, actually. “That’s not the problem here,” he said cheerfully, quickly averting his gaze from Janus’ nails, his mouth. “The ad sure didn’t warn me I’d have to be able to withstand sexy roommate syndrome.” 

Surprised laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned on the counter. "Oh, my… You're quite a charmer, aren't you? At least you didn't run. I promise not to bite unless asked~?" 

Remus shuddered. “Which way’s my room?” He squeaked. Don’t pounce your new roommate. Real shitty first impression. 

Waving him to follow, he labeled the rooms, opening Remus' door for him. "I do hope you're not afraid of snakes, or the gays~?"

“Snakes?” Remus grinned and bounced after him. “You have snakes?!” 

Nodding, he smiled. "I shall introduce you after you unpack and we eat dinner?"

Remus flushed dark red. “You want me to eat with you?” His voice came out a little more subdued. 

Janus nodded with a frown. "Yes? It's rather important to me to make sure people I know are taking care of themselves— Just ask the debate team! I bring snacks and water to every practice debate."

“Well…” Remus straightened up with a grin. “Then I’ll help cook!” 

Remus rushed back to the front door and grabbed one of his overstuffed suitcases, which had bursted open upon impact, and dragged it towards his room. Dirty laundry, lewd comics, and crinkled sketchbooks trailed behind. 

Picking up after him, Janus nodded. "That sounds entirely doable…. Split the food budget and alternate dish duty then?" 

“Mhm!”

Remus got all of his shit into his room, and throughout dinner, he had somehow managed to not slobber all over everywhere staring at Janus. He wasn’t… Entirely prepared for his roommate to be so hot and so gay. So he had fallen pretty fast, and then tucked away any notion of his feelings being returned. For safety. 

That was pretty simple, until he met Logan. 

Frowning softly, Logan nearly ran over someone in the sidewalk, stumbling and holding his bag. "Terribly sorry… Do you know where 241 is?"

Remus brightened up. He’d had a pretty shitty morning, what with walking into the kitchenette to find Janus shirtless and somehow Remus spilled hot bacon grease on him, but this boy was extremely cute. Any excuse to get his mind off the embarrassment! 

“I sure do!” A predatory grin slid over Remus’ face as he squinted up at him, the sun in his eyes. “Headed there right now, why don’t I escort you and keep you safe from all the assholes headed that way?” 

"A capital idea indeed… Would that indicate that you are also taking anatomy lab at this time?" Falling into step with the smaller boy, a small smile tugged at his lips. He's too cute… That streak in his hair, the mustache. I want to know how that would feel. Oh, dear.

“Mhm!” Remus’s cheery voice, and his arm wrapping around Logan’s, broke him out of his daze. “Right now and later tonight if you’re up for it!” 

Blushing, he nodded. "Perhaps… See if you can keep up with me as a lab partner and then we can see if you're still up for more~?"

Remus looked up in surprise. His shitty pickup lines never worked! He laughed a bit. “Are you shitting me?” 

"If you are truthfully asking and can put up with my, admittedly very dominating, personality, I see no reason to not try at least a one night arrangement. Unless you were joking and are in fact straight?" He tipped his head gently with a smirk. 

Remus shivered in excitement. When was the last time he was dommed? He ruffled Logan’s hair and giggled. “I can handle you if you can handle me!” He yanked him into class, picking the seat next to Logan and glaring at anyone who tries to sit near them. 

Laughing lightly, Logan hummed, setting up his workspace carefully and nudging Remus to do the same. "Focus, show me how well you take direction. Think of it as an interview for the position you desire~?"

Remus grinned. It was the slyest, shittiest way anyone’s ever convinced him to do his classwork, and he loved it. He couldn’t help going home that day with the biggest grin, rushing around to make sure everything’s ready for Logan’s arrival. 

Logan had a bounce in his step as he collected some supplies before coming over at precisely the time they had discussed, knocking.

Remus threw the door open with a manic grin. “My roommate won’t be home for a few hours,” he said as he grabbed Logan by his shirt and yanked him inside. “Do what you will with that. Bedroom’s this way.”

Chuckling, Logan tugged Remus around to stroke his face. "Mmm, then shouldn't you kiss me, Rem~? Show me how much you want to study with me…"

“Anything you say,” he whispered, and shoved their mouths together. 

Remus hadn’t kissed anybody in a long time— Several years, in fact. He was probably sloppy, and not the best, but he enjoyed it and fully intended on making it up to Logan with his… Obedience. 

Sighing, Logan took him into his hand, guiding their kiss to press him into the nearest wall, encouraging his mouth to open and humming appreciatively at the taste of mint. Remus whimpered softly. He almost wouldn’t mind just doing this until Janus gets home. Logan was more commanding than Remus had really expected, manhandling him around exactly how he wanted, and the way he kissed is nothing short of wonderful. 

Slowly pulling back, Logan cupped his face with a soft look. "Such a good boy for me… Show me to your room, I want to see all of you, my dear. Tell me your safe words, hmm? Also, you preferred term of endearment while you are mine~"

Remus groaned and nearly buckled. “Slut,” he said instantly. “And, uh, colour system. This way.” He tugged Logan into his room with shaking hands. It was cleaner than usual, but Remus was still Remus, and there was clutter spread about that he simply hadn’t thought of until then. 

Chuckling, he hums. "Perfect… my little slut~!" Giving another deep kiss in praise, he gently spanked Remus' ass. "Put some music on and strip for me, show your dom what he's working with~"

Remus hurried to plug his phone into his speakers with an excited grin. 

Sitting on the bed, he hummed. "Make me want that ass more, my slut… "

Remus stripped for him, and it wasn’t exactly a tease so much as it was Remus impatiently tugging off his clothes and looking at Logan with wide, validation-seeking eyes. 

Sliding his legs apart, showing the erection tenting his pants, Logan crooked his fingers. "Good boy… Help me out of my pants and you can suck me as a treat, my lovely one… I'm finishing in your sexy ass, though~ "

Remus bounded over and knelt between Logan’s legs, impatiently tugging at his jeans. He got them down to Logan’s knees, yanked his boxers down as well, and ducked down to take Logan into his mouth. 

"Oh~!" Fingers tangled in the surprisingly soft hair, he moaned out. "Fuck, Remus~! Such a good little slut, aren't you~"

Remus whimpered around his cock, wanting to respond but not daring to pull off. Instead, he pushed deeper, taking all of him. 

"Yes, you are… Swallow too, Rem… Want to fuck your throat~" Tugging at his hair, he guided the motion to slowly fuck his mouth. 

Remus moaned happily and swallowed every few seconds, though mostly drool dripped down his chin. He let his mind float off, gripping Logan’s hips. Had he ever been in subspace before? He didn’t think so. 

Humming, Logan grinned as Remus relaxed, taking over completely to fuck into his throat. "Such a good little slut… Earning a treat before the main event~" 

Remus mumbled something unintelligible around Logan’s cock, eyes rolling back. 

"Tap once for yes, two for no… Your mouth is full~!" Taking him deeper, he hummed, cutting off Remus' air a little more. Remus gagged and rubbed his cock against the blankets, hips stuttering. He tapped hard, once. Logan grinned, thrusting faster. "Going to cum for master, my slut~? Only after I feed you the treat you've earned… Master cums first unless you have permission~!" 

Remus whined and tapped along Logan’s hips in two-tap intervals, hips hunching. 

"You beg so prettily… How can I refuse~? Cum for me, Remus~ " Using his mouth and throat, he moaned out, watching Remus fall apart.

Remus sobbed out as he came, nails digging into Logan’s hips. He didn’t pull off, as much as his throat spasmed and his back ached. 

Stroking the soft hair, Logan moaned, tugging to warn Remus as he came hard. "Oh, fuuuuck~"

Remus inhaled sharply and nearly choked, but forced himself to swallow it down with watery eyes, his cock already hardening back up. 

Petting him in apology, Logan moaned out, "Sorry, my slut… Couldn't hold back with the way you came apart for me~!" 

Remus leaned into his pets with a little whine. “It was good,” he rasped, “I liked it.” 

Stroking Remus' face, he wiped away the tears, encouraging him up to his lap. "I'm glad… "

Remus kissed him sloppily, hands rested on his chest. “Need you, master,” he mewled. 

Kissing back, he grinned, petting the wiggling sub. "Mmm, let me get a condom and finish stripping as you present for me, sweetie… I'll let you pick whether you see me or I take you from behind~"

Remus bounced out of his lap with an excited giggle, flopping onto his tummy and tucking his knees underneath him. It was the best position he’d ever tried— He’d never felt anyone deeper. 

Logan laughed as he saw the plug, giving Remus a squeeze. "Good boy… Do you always wear the plug or is that special for tonight~?" 

He flushed deep red. He’d honestly forgotten he had it in… “Mostly just for tonight, but, um… Sometimes, you know…” 

Nodding, he stroked the amazing ass presented to him, sliding on a condom and kneeling up. "You need to feel full, claimed? It's okay, my slut…"

Remus clenched and forced up a manic grin to push away the tightness in his chest. “Nah, I’m just a cockslut! Get going?” 

Humming, he slid his cock over Remus' crack, teasing the plug as he tugs his hair to pull him into a kiss. "Mmm, it's okay if it's both, Rem… I'm definitely down for this to be a repeatable event if you are~ "

Remus can’t help it slip out, in a pathetic little whimper: “I’ve been that good?” 

"Yes, Rem…. so good~" Removing the plug as they make out, he pressed in slowly. 

Remus whimpered and buried his face in the pillows. “Ah… Yes, master, so good!”

Kissing at Remus’ neck, he took the slim hips with a moan, slowly bottoming out and starting to thrust. "So good for me, my pretty slut~! Oh, Remus~ "

“Master!” Remus cried out, thrusting back against him. “Master, harder!” 

Growling, he nipped at Remus' neck, thrusts speeding as his fingers tighten on Remus' hips, bucking into him wildly. "Fuuuck, oh yesss… take my cock, slut~!"

Remus’s legs fell open and he sobbed into the pillow, coming without warning with a little shout. 

Nipping his ear, Logan growled, fucking him through the high without pause. "Mmm, that good, hmm~? Break for me, slut… Shout my name for the entire building to hear~!"

“Logan!” He whined, squirming and gripping onto the sheets. “Ah, Logan, please! Too- Too much!” 

Bending to press deeper, Logan chuckled in his ear. "Unless you use a color you will take it exactly as I give it to you, slut~!"

Remus let out a high whine and thrusted back into him wildly. “I’m sorry, master!” 

"That's a good boy~! Submit to your master, slut… " Working him to that edge again, he eased back when he felt those clenches. "You're mine for as long as I desire to give you my cock and attention~!"

Remus drooled on the pillow as he took Logan’s cock, whimpering. He’d lay himself out for Logan every ten minutes if he asked him to. He realized with a deep fear settling in his stomach that he would do absolutely anything for Logan, just to keep him around. 

Nuzzling his neck and shoulders, Logan spanked him. "Stay in the now even when you're floating, slut… focus~!" 

“Sorry,” he gasped, “I’m sorry, master!”

Taking a moment to kiss his ear, Logan hummed. "I know…. Just don't want to lose you to the past or bad thoughts… Stay here, feel good with me, Rem~!"

“Yes, sir! It’s so good! Can I please come again, please please?” 

Grinning, he sped his thrusts again. "Clench for me, make me cum and you can cum with me, Rem~"

Remus clenched down with a whimper, the pillow under his face soaking wet. 

Moaning out, Logan thumbed him open wider, watching him take his cock deep. "On three, pet…. One… Two…" Remus gasped and fought desperately to hold on. Pressing in deep, he slammed against Remus’ prostate, and came with a moan. "Three~"

Remus came with a sob and a shout of Logan’s name and title, pressing his face deep in the pillow. 

Janus paused with his hand on their front doorknob. Logan…? Is that Remus?!

Logan moaned out and grinned, burning the noise and feeling of Remus coming, laid out under him, into his memory as he filled the condom. He kissed and marked Remus up, hips slowly moving to ride the high. "Oh, gods! Remus, such a good boy~"

Remus moaned brokenly, his knees giving out to leave him flat on the mattress. “Master,” he managed. 

Logan stroked Remus' face and tipped it for a kiss, shifting their positions to settle him in his lap after pulling out and discarding the condom. "Good boy, such a good boy… So proud of you! Show master where the water is, sweetie?"

“Kitchen,” he mumbled, blushing bright red at the praise. “You can just leave me at the table, I can take care of it.”

Frowning, he shook his head, picking him up for more cuddles and heading for the bathroom instead. "No… You're worthy of aftercare, my dear one…" 

“What?” Remus buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. I can handle it.”

Petting him with a hum as he filled a glass, he smiled. "Remus… Look at me? I would be a terrible dom of I EVER left a sub without aftercare… and I am not that kind of person. You are worthy, and you were such an amazing boy for me!" 

Remus covered his face. “Thank you, master,” he whispered. 

Nuzzling, he smiled. "You're welcome… Show me your face, dear? You need to drink some water…"

Remus obeyed, drinking all the water Logan gave him. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was. 

Stroking his cheek, he smiled, refilling the glass and offering it again. "Good… More. Relax into me, sweetie… Enjoy the care…"

Remus had never had aftercare before. He decided he enjoyed it. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, sipping some more water. Then, as quietly as possible, “I’m hungry…”

Nuzzling, he smiled. "In a moment, dear…" Taking a cloth, he dampened it, cleaning them up a bit. "I know you said your roommate was unlikely to return, but… at least a blanket for you?”

“He’s seen me naked before. I sleep naked, and sleepwalk.”

Chuckling, he nuzzled lightly. "Mmm, for me then? Warmth and softness feels good as you come back to earth after a session, dear."

“Yes, sir.” He blushed and nuzzled back into him. “Anything you want.”

Heart clenching, he sighed. "You're so sweet…" Lifting again, he carried Remus back to retrieve a blanket, making him into a burrito. "Tell me what you're hungry for?"

“Waffles,” he said instantly. “I have frozen ones in the freezer. They’re blueberry.” 

Nodding, he scooped Remus into his arms after slipping his boxers on, missing the sound of the other bedroom door shutting carefully. "Waffles it is, then. Butter, syrup? Perhaps some time I can make you fresh ones~?"

“We don’t have a waffle maker,” Remus said sadly. 

Humming, he lifted his chin. "Ah, but I do… That was an invitation to my place, for next time~"

He lit up. “Okay!” He grinned and pecked his lips. “Sure!”

Kissing back softly, Logan laughed, and got started making the waffles. "Wonderful! You're entirely too precious to be just one night… "

Remus sniffled and forces his grin to stay up. “No… You’re probably just desperate.” He laughed. “I’m an easy fuck, you don’t have to pretend I’m not!” 

"Remus…" Cupping his face, he sighed. "Was it easy to see that we had a common interest in hooking up, yes… However, I also admire your keen mind. I was attracted right off the bat, but I would like to see more of you. As friends, or friends with benefits, or more if that's where the path leads us…"

Remus’ grin faltered as he met Logan’s eyes. It took all he has not to burst into tears— What a shitty, pathetic way that’d be to end their night. “Do you wanna… Sleep over?” 

Gathering him into a hug, he smiled. "If your roommate is okay with it, sure. How about a movie night and cuddles?"

He grinned. “I have a lot of movies! I’m sure Jan-Jan won’t mind, he’s super laid back.” 

Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Must be if he lets you call him that… But I have an idea that you'd call him nicknames even if he said not to?"

Remus pouted. “Nicknames are my love language.” He hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you… Not want me to call you nicknames?”

Humming, he lifted Remus' face. "Don't magnify my fond tease to an expression of dislike, Rem… I don't mind one bit!" 

Janus listened near the door of his room, debating on going to the kitchen as his stomach twisted into knots. What is this feeling… Jealousy, but of whom?! 

“Okay,” he mumbled with a cute smile. His stomach growled loudly. 

Chuckling as the toaster sprung the waffles up, he stole a kiss. "Now… Butter, syrup, or both… And yes I will be cutting them up and feeding you while you sit on my lap, my pretty little one!" 

He blushed bright red. “Y-yes, sir… Both, please…”

Logan slathered them up, cutting them for him as he slid Remus over into his lap. "Looks good, hmm? Open up!" Remus opened, hands rested on Logan’s chest. Logan smiled as he fed him gently. "Such a good boy!"

“No,” Remus whined. “Nuh-uh.”

Kissing his cheek, he smiled sadly. "Why not?"

Remus looked away with a little shrug. “You’ve seen it.”

Tipping his chin back to feed another bite, he hummed. "Pretend I'm an idiot. Explain to me why you're not a good boy deserving of praise?"

Remus hesitated. “Do I have to?” He asked in a small voice. 

"No, you don't have to… I'm too curious for my own good sometimes." He stroked Remus’ cheek. "However, if you want to talk about things, I will listen. I’ll try to make you feel better."

For the millionth time that night, Remus could cry. “Shut up,” he mumbled with a sniffle. 

Smiling, he cuddled Remus close. "It is okay to use me as a literal shoulder to cry on, Rem… No judgement."

“I don’t need to cry,” he insisted. 

Breathing out, Janus decided to make his presence known, stepping into the kitchen as if summoned by the lie. "Whyever wouldn't you? Crying is healthy and a good release…" 

Jumping a little, Logan cleared his throat. "Indeed…" Janus is his roommate? Oh, gosh. 

Remus’ heart dropped. “Jan-Jan? When- How long have you been home?” His skin crawled in embarrassment. The dried tears still stuck to his face from earlier, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on a boy’s lap… He probably looked pathetic. 

Smiling, Janus stroked his hair lightly. "Mmm, if you're asking if I heard you two making friends… I did… I'm a tad jealous, he's cute…" 

Logan blushed softly. "Remus is adorable indeed…"

Remus’ face turned bright red. He buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Sorry, Janus… We wouldn’t have been so loud if we knew you were home.” 

Logan pet him softly, embarrassed, but chose to focus on Remus, helping him hide. 

Janus sighs softly, flushing lightly. "Remus… It's okay. Truly.” Then, he mumbled, “It covered up my moans nicely…"

Remus blinked. “Huh?”

Logan chuckled. "I believe we gave him, uh, motivation to touch himself, my dear…." 

Janus nodded, blush deepening. "The nerd's right… "

It didn’t quite compute in Remus’ head, until he forced it to make sense with a nod. “Logan is a really good dom, isn’t he?” He blushed and looked up at Logan. He was so handsome, and hot, and commanding… He didn’t blame Janus for wanting him, too. 

Janus resisted the urge to facepalm. "He did seem to elicit quite a reaction from you…" Damnit, you dense man! I wanted to be him, not fuck him!! 

Logan laughed softly. Oh my… Janus has a crush on Remus…

“He made me waffles,” Remus said with a delighted grin. “And he’s been really sweet afterwards… If you two hit it off, maybe he can make you feel good, too, Jan-Jan! Have you ever had aftercare before?” 

“You- You’ve never had aftercare before?! How?!” Janus tripped over his words, looking over Remus and stroking through his hair. “We can get a waffle maker… Do you want more?” 

Logan muffled a laugh, stealing a bite before offering Remus more. "I know, right? I want to find those negligent doms…" 

Together they finished with a low growl, "-and beat some sense into them!"

Remus, startled, looked between the two of them and wilted. “Is it… A common thing?” He managed. 

Cuddling Remus, Logan nodded. "It is supposed to be… As it was explained to me, a dominant partner takes the power gifted by the submissive to make their scene reality, but aftercare is the return of that power?" 

Janus nodded. "It also gives the pair time to relax, make sure that both are okay? Especially if there was a lot of degrading language or impact play, sometimes a dom needs reassurance that they didn't go too hard, and the sub is truly okay."

Remus nodded slowly. He wanted to explain that he didn’t need that, not really… But he didn’t want to. He yawned and curled into Logan’s chest, nuzzling up under his chin. 

Smiling, Logan petted his hair and offered another bite of waffle. "Even if you think that you don't need it, it's a good thing for both scene partners, Rem."

“Mm,” he mumbled. “Jan-Jan, we were gonna watch some movies, do you want to join? You don’t have any early classes tomorrow, do you?” Remus glanced at the clock. It was getting close to 11. 

Janus hummed thoughtfully. "I have a ten o'clock… But I think one movie would be alright." 

“Yay!” Remus doubted he could even stay awake for longer than one movie, so that was perfect. He nuzzled into Logan again then stood on wobbly legs, and nearly fell over. 

Logan chuckled and scooped him up with a soft kiss. "I think I broke your legs, Rem~!"

He giggled and blushed, looking over at Janus. “Whoops.” This is so embarrassing… What does Janus think of me now?

Janus snorted, reaching over to stroke Remus' cheek. "It is a good look on him…. Being cared for. Just relax, Remus… I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

If Remus could blush brighter, he would. Since moving in with Janus, he had seen every form of not-self care Remus took part in, ranging anywhere from unhealthy meals, skipping classes, and degrading comments about himself. Janus always made a fuss, but Remus didn’t think he meant it that strongly. 

Nodding, Janus grabbed a blanket and the remote, working with a blushing Logan to get them settled with Remus in the middle, draped over Logan's chest. "Indeed… you just lay on me and relax, Rem…" 

“Yes, sir,” he breathed before he could really think about it, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled into Logan’s chest. 

Logan's heart squeezed as he kissed Remus on the head, not noticing Janus frown in jealousy. Why is it him that gets you to relax and take my advice on care… Remus, why not me?!!

Remus only lasted halfway through the movie before passing out, little snores blowing out his mouth. 

Janus inspected his nails, refusing to let his anger seep into his hushed voice as he asked, “So I assume you guys are dating now?” 

Stiffening, Logan finished tucking Remus into bed and turned, voice cold and hushed. "Shall we discuss in the living room so we won't disturb him?"

Janus rolled his eyes but obeyed, leading Logan into the kitchenette and starting on a mug of coffee. 

Following after retrieving his clothes and dressing, Logan took a mug and sipped. "We hadn't discussed anything like that… And I don't think he's ready. He was certain that this was a one night hookup and that I would leave after. I intend to work up to at least friends with benefits, but I assume you want him as well?"

Janus stiffened. “Remus is my best friend, nothing more. Wouldn’t dating him prove that he’s more than just a hookup to you? What do you mean ‘he’s not ready?’” He scoffed. “I see the way he looks at you— Hell, I see the way he looks at everyone. He’s just waiting for a boyfriend to drop into his lap. Are you sure it’s him that’s not ready, or were you just not prepared for the commitment?” 

Growling softly, Logan's fingers tightened on the mug. "He's not emotionally ready… I wouldn't want to take advantage of that raw need! Do I want him to be mine, definitely! He's a lovely submissive, but he didn't even know about aftercare! He needs friends first, an education on what it would mean for him… I want his informed consent, not a moldable puppet, Janus!"

Janus didn’t seem convinced. “And somehow you believe that’s impossible to do in a committed relationship… That’s fine. Keep dragging him along. I’ll be here when you’re not.” 

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, I'm terrified that I'm not enough for him. I saw how he looked at you, too… You can't tell me that he doesn't want both of us!"

Janus looked at him in surprise, then sighed as well. “Don’t fool yourself, Logan. He wants anybody who gives him the smallest bit of attention. He doesn’t actually want either of us.” 

He tapped the table with a deep frown. "That's a fair observation… Hence my reservation to commit and then have him run to the next person. However, if it were you, I wouldn't mind sharing, perhaps."

Janus’s face turned pink. He sipped his coffee and then turned away, busying himself with cleaning up. “You don’t have to say that. He chose you.”

Smirking, he smacked Janus’ ass lightly. "Perhaps…. I can't say I haven't looked at you, either~!"

Janus whipped around with a jump, face red. For the first time since Logan’s met him, he was flustered. “Wh- What?”

Adjusting his glasses, he hummed. "I had assumed you were far too dominant to attempt to obtain, but now I'm uncertain. Remus believed you were jealous of him…" 

Janus crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. “Remus is an idiot. He’s the most dense man I’ve ever met.”

"Is he? Or is that you?" Stepping in closer, he watched the reactions of the other man as he closed him in against the counter.

Janus’s eyes flitter around, landing on somewhere close to Remus’ room. “What does it matter? Has Remus told you he’s okay with not being exclusive?”

"We didn't discuss our relationship as yet… I know I'm poly and pan… But I need to talk with him. If he agrees, what say you, Jan-Jan~?" Reaching out, he stroked Janus' cheek softly.

Janus barely stopped himself from melting into the touch. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, looking away. 

"Agreed, but know that I'm open to the idea?" Petting softly when he doesn't get a flinch, he smiled. 

Janus brushed his hand off and stepped away. “You should get back to him,” he murmured. “He’ll freak if he wakes up.” 

Nodding, he stepped back, heading back to Remus. "Sleep well, Janus…"

“Thanks,” he muttered, and hurried to his room. 

When Logan went back into Remus’ room, Remus shot upwards and poorly tried to wipe away the tears before they could be seen. “Jan-?”

"Oh, dear…" Sliding into the bed after sliding out of his clothes, he hummed, taking Remus in his arms. "I'm sorry, Rem, I believed you to be asleep and didn't want to bother your rest."

Remus snuggled into his chest. “I’m okay,” he promised. His face was still wet. “I thought you left?”

"I promised to stay the night, dear… Janus simply wanted a chat." Stroking his hair, he encouraged Remus to cuddle, wiping the tears.

“Oh…” Remus kissed his cheek. “I hope you’re getting along. Janus is my best friend.”

Smiling, he nuzzled lightly. "I know, dear… He was very concerned about us, this, uh,  relationship… What do you want us to be, my dear?" 

Remus hesitated. “I want whatever you want.” 

He stroked Remus’ hair as he thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you… You're beautiful, and I want to take care of you, but I worry that you need more balance than a one on one relationship. Now, I am polyamoirous and pansexual, so… you simply need to communicate your needs. Do you want me to be your dominant, your boyfriend?"

Butterflies practically exploded in Remus’ stomach. “You want to be boyfriends?” He asked excitedly. 

Cupping his face, he smiled and lifted Remus’ to meet his eyes. "I would be honored to be your boyfriend, Remus,” he said firmly, “if you'll have me?" 

Remus nodded frantically, and kissed Logan messily. Kissing back with equal fervor, Logan’s fingers slid into his hair to guide the kiss. Mine~

Remus whimpered and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist. “I’m so glad I met you,” he breathed out. 

Snuggling Remus close, he nodded, kissing his forehead. "Me too, my precious."

Remus fell asleep in his arms, smiling.

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[yandere-society]

Day 10 | Home For Christmas

Synopsis: The two new hot guys next door are super friendly and very helpful! Especially since you’ve injured your leg and now are forced to prance around in your wheelchair. They came over to your house, put up decorations, helped you bake and kept you company when you couldn’t be home for Christmas. Although now that you think about it, they’re a little too friendly…to the point you can’t tell them no.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Namhope x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby​​

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior, Murder, Physical abuse, kidnapping 

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🎶You can plan on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree🎶

“Oop, let me get that for you-”

Your outstretched hand stops midair, head turning to face the tall dimpled man on your left. He smiled at you fondly and you felt your cheeks warming.

“Thank you.” You say, pushing yourself back to make room for his long legs. Namjoon shifts, taking the red ornament out of your hand, and placing it on a high branch. You watch silently as he tinkers with the small toy stockings, humming along to Crosby’s I’ll be home for Christmas which continually rung throughout the house from your mom’s old record player on the back shelf. Suddenly, he makes eye contact with you again, his eyes turning into little crescents as his mouth stretches, leaving you blushing and turning away. It wasn’t something you could help.

Since the first time you laid eyes on him, you’ve always thought he was so freaking hot. Speaking of hotties-

“Alright, the pie is done!” A shout comes from behind you, making you turn your head as the wheels of your chair rotate back. A man with a heart-shaped smile and eyes brighter than the sun steps out of the kitchen in his pink frilly apron, setting down the holiday pie on the table directly in front. One whiff of the sweet desert has your mouth watering in delight.

“It smells delicious, Hoseok! You both are so kind…thank you for everything.”

Said man laughs, the melodious sound echoing the walls along with the music, “Nonsense, we’re always here to help.”

“Exactly, that’s what neighbors are for.” Namjoon chirped, walking over to where Hoseok stood. He took a glance at the pie and then poked the top, immediately being reprimanded by Hoseok’s oven mitt hand.

“Don’t do that, you’ll ruin it.”

Namjoon retracts his hand, resembling a kicked puppy, “I just thought it looked cool. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t just drop the eggnog on yourself this morning, while standing completely still.”

“Hey! That was an accident!”

You gaze in confusion as the men began to argue, an amused sigh leaving your lips.

Namjoon and Hoseok were the two sexy guys from next door, helping you around the house while you sat there helpless with a broken leg, as well as your lovely new best friends. They had moved into the apartment next door back in July, before the start of the fall semester. It was a breath of fresh air honestly, as your last neighbor was a cranky old lady with way too many mean cats. You weren’t sure what happened to her, but you weren’t complaining once you ran into Joon in the hallway as he carried large boxes into his apartment.

His muscles ripped through his loose grey tank top and his arm flexed while he lugged the heavy load. He was tall, jacked, smart, kind and very dorky. You almost fell in love at first sight. Then there was his sun in human form roommate, Hoseok. Now, Hoseok may not have been as giant or as muscular as Namjoon, but his bright personality, social nature and lethal moves did not lose to anyone. Millions of women would become wet in a matter of seconds from the way he twisted his hips. Millions more at Namjoon’s deep honey voice.

You were blessed to have such hotties living next door.

Because of their approachable nature, they befriended you very quickly. It went from small talks in the hallway to long conversations as you rested on your couch. From shy glances here and there a few times a week to seeing one another daily. They had practically moved in. Their shoes were always in your house, you had bought them their own pair of toothbrushes for your bathroom and they even had a small section of their clothes in your closet. You all even started heading to classes together.

Of course, you had lusted for them in the beginning. Sometime their gazes were intense, and it seemed like they were eye-fucking you. Other times they seemed to get very jealous if you had anyone else in your apartment or if you went anywhere without telling them. But you knew it was all in your imagination. It’s not their fault if they just couldn’t help but ooze sex appeal which made you imagine the two hot guys next door – your best friends – being obsessed with you. As of now you were fine with the wonderful friendship you were able to build with them. Better off as friends as they say.

You had been quite lonely when you moved into the big city, away from your family who you were always close to. Your dad had warned you about the many dangers of the city so you made sure to stay safe and away from those who could wish you harm. Joon and Hoseok were the first people that made you open yourself up and for that you were grateful. It was very fun to spend your days being tutored by Namjoon or laughing at Hoseok. Though you still longed for your family when the holiday season arrived. Sadly, as you were making plans to visit home, someone had decided to push you down the University’s stairs which resulted in a horribly broken leg bone and a laggy wheelchair.

No one saw who did it.

Unable to fly, you were stuck in your small apartment for all of the festive season. The first night you had cried a lot on the phone with your mother, but your amazing best friends had barged in and promised to make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had right here in the apartment. They were so serious about it, they hadn’t let you leave the place even for a bit. Decorations, entertainment, food, they had it all planned out and thanks to them, you were able to have one of the merriest Christmas eve’s of your life.

🎶Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams🎶

The music from the record player wakes you from your daze, your eyes once again concentrating on the two bickering men in front of the dinner table.

With a smile, you turn back around to the pine tree, to see it filled with many kinds of decorations and ornaments. Yet it was still missing something. A small pout forms on your lips as you recall the weeping phone conversation you had with your mother. You had told her to send your favorite ornament – a small marbled turtle dove, over to your place so you had something from home you could cherish this year. It was a keepsake from your childhood and had many memories attached to it. Tomorrow was Christmas and you wondered why it hadn’t arrived already.

Maybe the front desk has it?

It wasn’t like you could call them, phone reception in your apartment had been getting worse and worse for some reason. With a sigh, you rotate back around to see Namjoon and Hoseok arguing about the dinner plates. If you use the elevator, you could rush downstairs, inquire about any packages and rush back upstairs without either of them noticing,

Nodding to yourself, you wheel your chair to the front door. You quietly pull open the door as Joon and Hobi’s voices and I’ll be home for Christmas continue to surround the background. With a few swift moves, you were in the hallway, heading for the elevator.

For some reason you felt uneasy. The same feeling you got before you were pushed down the stairs. You stopped in front of the lift, pressing the button and waiting anxiously for its arrival. The door of the elevator opened quickly to your relief and as soon as you were about to roll in-

-a deafening scream of your name pierces through the quiet hallway and startles you.

Immediately you were being pulled away from the elevator, pushed back into the hallway you came from and shoved inside your apartment as the door banged shut behind you. It was deathly lull, all you could hear was your heavy breathing even though you hadn’t moved an inch and the old Christmas song still repeating. Slowly you turn around to face the entrance and were met by the raging scowls of Namjoon and Hoseok.

A chill runs down your spine at the fury in their eyes.

“W-w-wha-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Hoseok growls, and you gasp at the venom in his tone. This was not the cheerful, loving Hoseok you knew.

“Seriously ___,” Namjoon groans, voice slightly tamer than Hoseok’s, “How could you leave the second we weren’t looking?”

“N-no I-”

“This is your fault.” Joon spits at Hoseok “I told you to break both of her legs so she couldn’t move at all.”

Your jaw hangs open.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I kill the old lady, I push ___ down the stairs, I set up that complicated ass box that blocks the cell signals and what do YOU do exactly?’

All the information was speeding around your brain and you could feel yourself choking up. Did he just say kill?

“You’re the one who wanted to do all that! Always fucking criticizing me for being clumsy and shit- fuck, I plan, YOU execute, remember?”

As they begin to argue once again, you start shaking in your seat. Murderers. Not only did you befriend the people who were responsible for your broken leg, but you had let actual murderers into your home. Suddenly everything started to make sense. Your neighbor lady suddenly disappearing. You always running into them whether in your complex, university or even the store. In fact, you always felt they were a bit too pushy with their help, but you didn’t want to be mean. The over-friendly skin ship and how they constantly made you feel guilty until you blocked all the other people from your life. How they pushed themselves and their belongings into your apartment.

How they made your home their home.

Holy shit…shitshitshit what were you going to do now? Who could you call? Where would you go with this broken leg? How would you escape? They could do whatever they want to you and they knew it.

“-__?...___!” The sound of your name jolts you. Hoseok sits on his knees, eye level with you as Joon sits beside him, equally concerned. “___, are you alright?”

This…this was the Hoseok and Namjoon you know. The ones who infiltrated your life with their handsome faces and kind personalities. When you don’t answer him, he cups your face causing you to stiffen.

“Hey don’t worry. I know we argued a lot, but it’s fine now. Since you’re here…since we have you…just don’t leave us again.” He states gently, tilting his head to the side like an insane person. “Instead, why don’t we go eat that pie, hmm?”

You could feel your pupils shaking as you look into his bottomless orbs. Though you were in your own home, you have never been more afraid.

“He’s right you know.”

You turn to Namjoon beside him who places his hand above your limp one. The very first tear drops out of your socket as you find him smiling. How you wish you could have found the sinister reality of his dimpled smile those thousand times he’s shown it to you before.

“We have you and you have us. So, if you leave us like that again, we’ll be very upset…we may lose our temper and who knows what we would do…just…You should stay home for Christmas, alright?”

And as soon as he says that the stupid never-ending song repeats its end once more.

🎶I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams🎶

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: Get to Know You

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Since you guys seemed to like the text messages between Y/n and George, I decided to include a chunk of them, since there weren’t any in the last part.

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some making out, thigh riding and dry humping. Yes, y’all read that correctly. 

George hadn’t spoken to me since the incident in his office. I figured it was because he’d been occupied with his friend, but when Saturday rolled around, he’d make up for all of the missed time between us.

Bree had informed me that she was going out with a group of our friends from college, which she’d invited me to, but I assured her that I was feeling ill and didn’t feel like leaving the house. I felt bad for lying, but I needed to see George. I missed him awfully; I missed the way his bare skin felt flush against mine, I missed seeing his smile and hearing his laughter, like music to my ears. I missed the feeling of his locks in my fingers, feeling his breath tickle my neck.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I messaged him immediately.

9:13 pm, Me: Apartment to myself... You busy?

Buzz.

9:14 pm, George: Nope. On my way.

I smirked to myself, hugging my phone to my chest before ripping my clothes off of me and replacing my casual undergarments with my best lace panties and matching black balconette bra. The thin lace and underwear revealed my nipples sexily enough through the unpadded, thin fabric of the bra. I grinned proudly at the lingerie before slipping into jeans that made my bum look extra good and a sexy tank top with lace trimming. Was it too much? Maybe. Did I care at this point? Nope.

I didn’t care to put shoes on, plopping on my stomach onto my bed, waiting for him to message me that he’d arrived. I was shocked when I heard a knock on my door, causing me to get up and open it with furrowed eyebrows. It swung open, revealing my favorite man standing with his hands in his pockets. I tilted my head.

“You remembered where my apartment was?” I asked him, putting my hands on his hips.

He nodded, leaning down to peck my forehead before entering. I blushed at his simple act of affection, shutting the door behind us and following him inside. I clapped my hands together, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I suggested.

He shrugged. “Sure.”

I led him to the sofa, sitting myself down as he took a seat next to me. I grabbed the remote controller, opening Netflix and scrolling through the movies. I laughed out loud as a movie I’d watched the previous night with Bree popped up.

“What?” he asked, his lips curling in a smile at my sudden laughter.

“Bree and I watched this movie last night, and it’s really funny,” I explained to him, trying to fight back the giggles that threatened to escape as my brain replayed the funny scenes in my head.

“Well, put it on,” he ordered, gesturing his hand to the television. “Let’s see if it’s as funny as you claim.” He winked.

I pressed on the movie, slouching back into the sofa as it started. I wondered if I should’ve cuddled up next to him, or if that’d be too much. I kept my posture, keeping to myself as the opening credits rolled onto the screen. 

As the movie began, I found my mind wandering immediately. My fingers began drumming onto the fabric of the couch, as I found myself staring at the screen, but my mind remained occupied with other thoughts. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I began to ponder George and I’s relationship again. I had just found out his birthday, and it made me uncomfortable that he’d explored so much of my body, yet I felt like I barely knew him. 

“You alright?”

I turned my head to him. He looked concerned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fixated on me.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I pulled my legs up, crossing them as I slouched, trying to make myself more comfortable.

I returned my eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on the film until my eyes scanned the room in thought, as my lip was pulled in between my teeth again.

I wondered what his favorite movie was, what kind of movies he’d liked. I didn’t like that I didn’t have the answers to these basic personality questions. I pondered what his childhood was like, if he’d met Dean in the United Kingdom before prior to moving to America. 

“You’re doing it again.”

I whipped my head toward him and cocked an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You chew on your lip and stare off with your eyebrows furrowed,” he observed, moving closer to me. His blue eyes bore into mine as I guiltily stared back at him. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, his eyes not leaving mine. “What’s wrong, love?”

I sighed, removing my eyes from our eye contact as my head lowered in thought. His fingers went to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes again.

“I want you to be able to be honest with me, Y/n,” he admitted, his thumb running over my chin. 

“I want to know more about you,” I confessed, my eyes worriedly staring back at his. “I feel like I barely know you.”

He smiled softly, bringing his hand up to my cheek, caressing my face. His hand trailed down my arm, down to my hand before bringing it up to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand softly before holding it in his own, lacing our fingers together. 

“I was born in London,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine. “March thirteenth, nineteen ninety-two. As I’ve mentioned before, my father’s Australian and my mum’s British, but they chose to raise me in the UK, obviously. I have a sister named Daisy, who lives in London with my parents. I try to visit them during the holidays, but it’s not as easy with work. Sometimes, Dean and I will fly down together to visit both of our families.

“I moved to the states after graduating from Uni when I was about twenty-four years old; my parents weren’t super keen on me leaving to a whole new country by myself, but they wanted me to be happy. Dean and I didn’t meet until my first job after moving to New York. We hit it off so well, that we ended up moving in together, and not long after that, we met Andrew at the same job and invited him to move into our flat. About a year or so after, Dean and I decided to apply to Essence, because we felt that we needed a career change. 

“Andrew ended up being promoted at our old job, so he wanted to stay there, plus, he’s happy working there whereas we weren't, really. Once we started working there, I decided to get my own flat; the pay at Essence was much better, I was almost entirely done paying off my student loans, and I felt that I was in need of a different atmosphere. Hearing your roommates play video games constantly, and being the only one who could cook in the house was not something I particularly looked forward to,” he laughed as he recollected the memories from the past. 

“But, long story short, one day I’d been looking for Dean and I saw that there was a new girl, sitting across from his desk in a chair that I’d never seen occupied before. The way you talked to me, you were so nervous and innocent; After seeing you on multiple accounts, in the cafeteria, at your desk whenever I’d come to talk to Dean, I started thinking about you a lot more,” he admitted, his thumb tracing along my knuckles. 

I noticed his cheeks tint scarlet and he wet his lips with his tongue, still maintaining eye contact with me. 

“Like, I would go to the cafeteria and hope that I'd see you? I hope that doesn’t sound creepy,” he laughed a little. “And, when you told me how you felt at the bar, I was baffled.”

My eyes widened, as I tried to recollect the nonexistent memories of being at the bar that night. My eyebrows furrowed and I could feel my cheeks heat, wondering what the absolute fuck I said to him.

“What did I say to you at the bar?” I queried, chewing on the insides of my cheek anxiously. 

He bit his lip, staring back at me for a moment, as if he was pondering how to tell me. He finally parted his lips, as he recalled our conversation at the bar that night.

Dean got up from his seat, leaving George and I to ourselves. I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of the vodka soda in the glass, slamming the empty glass down on the bar and turning my body to face him.

“Hi George,” I smiled, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the table.

He turned to me, his lips curling into a smile.

“Hi, Y/n.”

I giggled, smiling blissfully at the beautiful man next to me.

“George,” I began, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. “You’re so great.”

His eyebrows knitted together, an entertained smile evident on his lips as he looked down at me.

“And why is that?” He took a swig from his beer bottle as I began my slurring.

“Becaaauuuse, you’re a fucking art director, which is, like, crazy,” my bloodshot eyes bore into his bright, piercing blue ones. “And you’re, like, crazy handsome.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, smirking as my eyelids hung heavy, my eyes barely visible as I smiled. My face was red, as my cheeks had always heated up when I was drunk.

“You think so, love?”

I nodded, attempting to take a swig out of my glass as the empty cup poured nothingness into my mouth, reminding me that I’d finished off the drink minutes ago.

“You’re obliterated,” he observed.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked him in a sing-song voice. “I smoked weed before I got here, because my roommate told me it’d make me less anxious,” I whispered, giggling between words.

He raised his eyebrows, his jaw dropping before he started laughing.

“Jesus, Y/n, I didn’t know you were so reckless,” he gasped.

“Well, I didn’t waaannnnt to do it, but if I hadn’t done it, I’d probably be standing in the corner, too nervous to talk to you,” I admitted.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why would you be nervous to talk to me?”

I gave out a big sigh.

“You’re sooooo hot,” I moaned. “I kind of want to fuck you, but I don’t want to lose my job,” I admitted, licking my vodka-tasting lips before continuing. “And also, I got, like, cheated on big time in my last relationship and it left me with some crazy trust issues and self esteem issues. And, I haven’t had sex since then! It’s been two years, George, can you believe that?!”

My eyes blinked a few times as I stared at him, completely and utterly dumbfounded. My eyebrows were raised and my jaw struggled to keep closed. 

“W-was this before or after I threw up?” I asked, trying to compose myself as I felt my face heating up.

“Literally right before you threw up,” he answered with a small laugh. 

I withdrew my hand from his, using my index finger and thumb to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. 

“I can’t believe I said that shit,” I groaned, leaning back into the couch. “I can’t believe you didn’t just laugh in my face, God, that’s so embarrassing!”

He watched me with amusement, an entertained smirk making its way onto his lips. I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head in disappointment. 

“Well,” he began, playful eyes staring at me. “If you think about it this way, love, if you’d never said anything, then we’d both probably still be too nervous to talk to each other.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Do you think we’d still end up, you know...” I trailed off, referring to whatever label we shared.

He paused for a moment, he eyes drifting in thought before nodding. 

“I think that you were made for me, love,” he admitted, his voice softer than before. He moved his hand onto my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I’ve never been so easily infatuated and comfortable with someone before you, Y/n.”

I wanted to cry, his words painted my heart with the love and desire I had failed to receive in my previous relationship. I blushed, blushing at not only his words, but his touch. The feeling of his hand on my thigh was anything but a soothing rub to me at that point, and my brain had addressed his touch far more quickly than it should have. My eyes dropped down to his hand, watching as it caressed me, just far enough from my heat. The contact sent me into overdrive, as my eyes moved back up to his face, scanning his plump lips.

I moved myself over to him, slowly leaning in until our lips brushed softly. My hands went to his shoulders, gently massaging them as I kissed him softly. His hand moved from my thigh and to my back, his other hand joining as he pulled me closer to him, our lips beginning to move at a steady rhythm. I moved on top of him, knees on each side of his legs as I settled into his lap, our lips still connected. He brought his hands down to my ass, squeezing my bum. I moaned, and he used my parted lips as access for his tongue. Our tongues danced together as his hands snaked back up to my back. 

As I straddled him, I slowly rolled my hips against his lap, needing the friction against my heat. I could feel the tent in his pants against my core, making me moan against his lips. His hands moved back down to my hips, guiding my movements as I rolled my hips against him again. He groaned, lifting his hips for more friction. My lips parted from his as I moaned again, tugging my shirt off of my body, revealing my bra to him. His eyes widened at my exposed nipples through the thin lace fabric, his hands subconsciously raising to cup my breasts. The pads of his thumbs ran over the raised buds, making me let out a blissful sigh at the intimate contact. His fingers ran around my torso, to unclip the bra. He gave me a look, wanting permission first. I nodded, looking down at his dark, blue eyes before his fingers effortlessly worked their way with the clasp, removing the bra from my body. 

He immediately attached his lips to one of my nipples, lapping at the bud and gently nibbling on it, as I tilted my head back in euphoria. 

“Can we, fuck, take this to my bedroom?” I breathed, looking down at him.

His mouth released from my nipple with a pop, as he picked me up and walked me to my bedroom. He settled me down onto my bed, not bothering to close the door as he settled himself in between my legs. The tent in his jeans rubbed against my core as he ground his hips into mine, his lips returning to my own. 

We were lost in each other, voicing soft moans into each other’s mouths while our hips moved together, too lost that we didn’t hear the front door open. 

“Y/n! I have some soup for y–HOLY SHIT!”

George peeled off of me, my hands immediately coming to cover my exposed breasts. 

I heard the sounds of her shoes against the floor as she scurried away, shutting my bedroom door. 

“I’m sorry!” she called from the living room, as George looked at me with an amused smirk.

I threw one of my throw pillows at him with a roll of my eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” I groaned, biting back a smile of my own.

He tossed the pillow onto the floor, moving himself back on top of me.

“Make me,” he whispered, attaching his lips onto mine. 

I let our lips move together in a steady rhythm, before I pulled away, concluding our kiss with a peck on his lips.

“My bra and top are just sitting on the floor where my roommate’s probably trying to eat right now,” I groaned, embarrassed. 

As if on cue, the door opened as we heard the sound of something dropping at the entrance of my room, before the door closed again. I sat up, noticing that she had returned my missing pieces of clothing to me as they sat neatly in front of the door. I got up, arm slung over my breasts before pulling the shirt onto my torso, not bothering wearing the bra. I tossed the bra into my underwear drawer, before returning back to the bed. I watched as the man on my bed hungrily looked at my chest, not caring whether I noticed or not.

“You’re teasing me,” he moaned, his voice husky with lust. He sat with his legs criss-cross, watching me as I mimicked his seated position.

I could feel my hardened nipples against the fabric, teasing him with my now-covered breasts. 

I got on my knees and hands, prowling towards him. Smirking, I nudged my nose against his own, watching as his eyes watched me in awe.

“What are you going to do about it?” I chided with a whisper.

Without a warning, he captured my lips with his own, hands going to the back of my head to pull me closer to him. Our tongues danced together as we feverishly kissed, wanting needing the contact with each other. His lips moved to kiss the corner of my mouth, before moving down my jaw. 

“What do you want to do, love?” he asked between kisses as his lips began sucking on a spot on my neck. 

My eyes rolled back at the sensation, as I tried to control myself to answer his question. 

“I-I don’t want to, fuck, George, d-don’t want to have sex yet,” I admitted between moans as his teeth nipped at the spot, igniting more and more pleasure. 

His mouth left my neck for a moment before finding another spot on my neck, sucking sweetly at the skin just like before. 

“You want to ride my thigh, angel? Want to get yourself off on me while I watch?” he growled against my neck.

My cheeks flushed at his dirty words, but I could feel the pool of wetness growing in my panties. 

“Yes, George,” I pleaded. He pulled his lips away from me as I peeled my shirt off and went to unbutton my pants. 

He replaced his fingers with my own, fumbling with the button and zipper much more slowly, thickening the tension and teasing me. I helped him peel the fabric off of my skin, standing up from the bed and tossing them without thinking. I was left in my lacy black panties, stalking over to him nervously whilst he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I met my lips with his in attempt to calm my nerves, my fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away to quickly peel his shirt off of him, making his locks look more disheveled in the sexiest way possible. 

He propped my legs up so that my knees were on either side of his left thigh, our chests flush against each other. His hands went to my hips as I lowered myself onto his thigh carefully, before slowly rolling myself against him. I sighed at the contact of my clothed clit against him, feeling him flex underneath my core. One of his hands went to my knee, pushing it closer to the tent in his pants. As I rolled myself against him again, I made sure to rub friction from my knee against his boner. His lips captured mine in a sloppy kiss, as I started to gradually pick up my pace. His hands went back to my hips, guiding my movements as I humped his leg. 

I felt the pleasure building inside of me, as I quickened my pace, desperate for my release. Our lips pulled away from each other, as I leant my forehead against his own, not able to concentrate on kissing anymore. My breath quickened and I moved my fingers to his hair, chasing my release. 

“Cum for me, angel,” he ordered, his voice soft, but raspy with lust.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth, due to his dirty words and the way this new nickname, angel, rolled off of his tongue. I hit my climax, as I continued to rub my pussy against his leg, riding out my high. As my breathing slowed, I attached my lips back to his, pushing him back onto the bed. He scooted himself up, allowing us to lay whilst our lips danced together. He rolled himself on top of me, as my legs immediately found their way around his waist. My fingers wandered down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and fumbling with the zipper while my feet helped me peel the fabric off of his legs.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I could feel another ache between my legs and I was desperate for another relief. He kicked off his shoes, leaving him in his boxers as the tent between his legs became much more present. He attached his lips back to mine before surprising me, grounding his hips into mine as I felt his clothed cock against my clothed core. My jaw went slack as another moan left my lips, my sensitive heat dripping from the sensation. He rolled his hips against mine again, pressing as much into me as he could. My legs pulled him into me, needing as much friction as possible.

He began picking up the pace, his face digging into the crook of my neck as his clothed dick humped my pussy. I felt his hot breath against my neck, motivating me to move my hips against him.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moaned into my hair. “You gonna make me cum in my briefs, angel?”

With that, I released for my second time, my body stilling underneath him as the pleasure waved over me. I could feel him twitch against my heat, feeling small spurts make wet spots through his underwear. I rode my high against him, as my breathing slowly returned to its normal pace. He rolled onto his back, lying beside me as his chest rose up and down. I turned my head to face him, as I watched him do the same. He leant his head up, looking down at the wet spot displayed through his underwear. He chuckled softly.

“You made my cum in my bloody underwear, Y/n.”

[tommybaholland]

GRIND Part 7 | tom holland x reader

(these boys,,,,pic not mine)

Pairing: stripper!Tom x fem!Reader

Summary: the two stripper friends almost jeopardize the club....but you don’t get off so easy either

Word Count: 4.5K+

warning: this story will contain mature content such as language, drugs and sexy, smutty scenes. nsfw 18+ pls!!

Waking up the next morning, you felt horrible. Last night marked the worst argument you’ve ever had with your best friend.

You didn’t know if she still had that title after that fight. She’d just be your roommate, for now.

You couldn’t deny that she was way out of line when the conversation shifted to you and Tom, her viewed somewhat embellished.

It was just a platonic love.

You and Tom might have acted like more than friends that one night, but that was before you knew him. You were under the impression that it you would never see him again, and it would all be easily forgotten.

But the coincidence of Harrison meeting Tom the very next day….it hit you very hard just then. You would’ve never met Tom if Harrison hadn’t met him…

How would things have been different?

Still be dating Ryan, become closer with Haz, still be best friends with Viv?

But the stupid thing was….somehow you didn’t regret any of it.

Tom was a great friend...Harrison’s friend. But you needed to make amends with Harrison for you and Tom to continue being friends.

Right?

Finally getting out of bed, you sauntered out into the kitchen, hoping to actually get some food this time. Pouring yourself a bowl of milk and cereal, Harrison had emerged from his room, looking like he was ready to go to the beach. You kept your head down, unsure if you should start the conversation.

Luckily, you didn’t have to.

“For what it’s worth now….I’m sorry. I really didn’t want you to be upset, honestly.”

“Thanks, Haz. I really appreciate that. And I’m sorry, too,” you admitted.

He gave you a small smile before asking his question.

“How’re you and Viv?”

You shook your head. “Not good. At all.”

“What? How could it have possibly gotten any worse?” Harrison posed, chuckling slightly.

“It got...kinda personal last night. Stuff was said that you should never say to your best friend,” you explained vaguely.

“If she could just admit that she was wrong, I’d be fine with her. But she keeps trying to justify it and starting fights again.”

Harrison knew very well that girls can be nasty when they’re mad at their friends, especially their closest girlfriends.

“Maybe you should just, give it another day? But promise me you’ll try to talk to her later,” Harrison asked.

“I’ll be honest...I cannot live here if you two are trying to kill each other,” he joked.

“Ughh, okaaay,” you agreed.

Then Tom appeared out of nowhere, casually walking into the apartment, making you jump slightly.

“Ohmygod! How did you get in here?”

“Just walked in,” he shrugged. “Am I no longer welcome here?”

“No...but walk in that super quiet like that again and you might not be,” you teased.

“I’ll try my best, love,” he replied, chuckling slightly at your agitation.

“Where’re you two headed off to?”

“The beach,” Harrison answered. “Just to hang out, maybe walk the boardwalk. Do you wanna join?”

You hesitated, having just gotten out of bed and were planning on sulking the rest of the day.

“Aw, c’mon, y/n. It’ll take your mind off things!” Harrison encouraged.

You looked over to Tom, who was already looking at you, with his sunglasses tucked perfectly into those stupid curls of his.

“You do look a little pale,” he teased.

You sighed dramatically. “Lemme go change.”

The boys both cheered.

“Yay, this is going to be fun!”

You expected it to be a chill, carefree day with no stress….until Tom convinced you to go surfing with him.

After countless practicing sessions of standing up on the board, you were now in the water, your arms already growing tired from paddling out. You finally caught up to Tom, floating next to him as you straddled your board, waiting for anxiously for a wave to come in.

You pulled at the collar of the rash guard, feeling uncomfortable with the sun beating down onto the tight fabric.

“Do we have to be out so far?” you asked, looking back to the shore, which seemed like miles away.

“This is where all the waves are!” he replied, looking over to you, eyes squinting in the sun. “Are you nervous?”

“Little bit.”

Drowning seemed like an unfortunate way to go.

“You’re going to love it, don’t worry,” he reassured. The motion of the water picked up, cuing Tom to start swimming towards it.

“Here we go!”

You began to follow after him, trying to copy him as he dove under the wave to get to the next one. You popped back up to the surface, gasping as the saltwater stung on your cheeks.

Seeing something out of the corner of your eye, you turned to see Tom riding the top of the next wave, flipping off of his board into the water as he approached the end. You shook your head while smiling at his need to grab everyone’s attention.

“Okay, y/n. You get the next one!” he yelled over to you.

The movement of the water rose again, making a whooshing sound as another wave was beginning to form. It looked bigger from where your were sitting on top of your board, but you quickly turned around and began paddling away from it.

As you felt the wave began to pick you up, you stood up carefully, staying in a low position to keep your balance. The wave wasn’t that big at all once you were riding it.

You smiled as you stood on the board for a total of about five seconds before losing your balance from listening to Tom’s cheering, and the sloshing of water filled your ears.

You breached above the water again, rubbing your eyes as your elbows held onto your board. Tom’s voice rang into your ears again.

“That was pretty good, yeah?”

You nodded, baffled that you actually stood up. “That was fun.”

You smiled as he laughed, looking as cute as always with his wet hair covering part of his face. Ryan would’ve never tried this, even if he was being paid to do it.

But it was always a new experience with Tom.

You two decided to paddle back to shore, your head spinning from being in the water so long. You all relaxed on the beach, basking in the sun. You and Tom sat looking at ocean, while Harrison seemed to drift off, snoozing in the sand.

You took note of how close in proximity Tom’s towel was to yours.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in a while, Tom,” you noted as you sat in the sand.

“It has been some time, hasn’t it?” He agreed. “Well, I’m glad to be spending time with you now, darling.”

He swung his around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

“Yeah, me too.”

“So how’re things with Ryan?” He asked.

“It’s good, actually,” you responded. “He’s been...doing better. I think you actually got through to him.”

Tom shrugged, removing his arm from around you. “Someone had to say it.”

You chuckled at his nonchalant response. “Well, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Nice to see that you’re happier with him.”

Liar.

“I wanna keep hanging out with you, though.”

Did that really come out of your mouth? But then again, you really hadn’t spent much time with him since after Harrison’s birthday party.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll still be around.”

You bit your lower lip, feeling the need to clarify.

“You don’t have to be friends with Ryan but….”

He turned his head towards you, sparkling brown eyes waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“I still wanna be friends with you.”

“And what does he say about that?” Tom asked, genuinely curious.

“Nothing,” you replied, your voice firm. “He doesn’t get a say anymore.”

Tom returned a small smile, you only hoped what you were saying would be true.

You spent the rest of the day on the boardwalk, walking around. You ate dinner at one of the restaurants along the strip. You enjoyed the best meal you’d had in a day or so, with good company by your side.

“I told you guys to wake me up!” Harrison exclaimed after complaining about having the worst sunburn on his back.

“We’ll get you some aloe, mate. You’ll be alright,” Tom reassured him. “Might hurt while you’re doing work at that sorority tonight.”

“Oh, fuck,” Haz swore. “Forgot about that.”

“Sounds like fun,” you chimed in, sipping the last of your beer.

“Oh, it’s loads of fun, love,” Tom replied sarcastically, before checking his watch. “We better get going if we’re gonna get there in time.”

The boys dropped you back off at the apartment, your first move being to take a shower. You took your time washing the sand and saltwater out of your hair, feeling good after spending the day with the guys.

Once you were showered and dressed in your comfiest lounge pants, you decided to watch something on TV. As you exited your room, you noticed that Viv’s door was shut and the light was one, meaning that she was home.

You let out a big sigh, knowing in the back of your mind that your promised Harrison you’d talk to her.

Exhaling through your nose, you slowly walked over to her door, and knocked.

-

The boys arrived at the sorority house, dressed in cop costumes and ready to entertain.

Well, Tom was ready. This job seemed to make Harrison more nervous than his first night performing.

“You’re gonna kill it, dude. Just…. do whatever you did to Viv,” Tom joked.

“Fuck off, Tom,” Harrison pushed his shoulder but laughed anyway.

Tom loved doing these types of jobs because it was the easiest way to make a ton of money in one night. Plus, it never hurt him to entertain young women and see them….praise him.

In the past, every time he was asked to do them, he was always paired with Alex, who has a very aggressive and obnoxious style of seducing the clients.

So he was glad that Harrison agreed to come along.

“We got a complaint of some under age drinking. Is everyone 21 here?” Tom questioned, in character as he walked into the house holding a flashlight.

The girls stood back as he walked into the living room, Harrison trailing behind.

Tom walked up to the closest girl who was standing in the middle of the room.

“Can you turn around for me, hands up?”

The girl smirked at his request and turned to face the mantle of the fireplace as Tom continued the act.

“You don’t have anything I can stick myself with do you?”

“No…”

Tom ripped off his tear-away pants as Harrison began to do the same, revealing their bare legs and thongs.

The girls collectively shrieked as they began to interact with their new house guests. Their boyfriends and male counterparts stood in the dining room, quietly fuming at the shift of attention to the male strippers. Seems they weren’t aware that there would be other entertainment at the party tonight.

Or maybe they did know, and didn’t have any say of objecting to it.

Tom and Harrison did their thing, stripping off the little remaining clothes before beginning their main specialty. They both picked some girls to start dancing and grinding on, while the others cheered and fawned over the treatment their friends were getting from the hot strippers.

Tom worked on his girl, dancing over her and letting her feel over his torso, running her hands up and down his abs. She tried to reach up to touch his face, but he took hold of her hands, opening one to place a pill in her palm.

He really didn’t want to do it, but he also didn’t want Alex up his ass anymore. Normally he wouldn’t care and would let Alex tell Ryan about everything, but seeing as you seemed happier with him, Tom didn’t want to be the one to screw that up.

Or at least, he didn’t want you to hate him forever.

He promised you he would forget, so this was what he felt he had to do to consider your best interest.

She put the pill in her mouth, no questions asked, and that was that.

The guys in the house continued to stay away from what was happening in the living room. Tom figured he was doing them a favor….or maybe not?

The party continued on and they tried to give every girl there a piece of the show, Tom giving a few more pills to various girls. One of the guys seemed to notice what Tom had been doing, and eventually decided to confront him.

“Hey, did you give my girl ecstasy?” He demanded, pulling on Tom’s shoulder.

Irritated by the entire situation of even having to deal the pills, he muttered back curtly,

“No,” before turning back to the girl he was currently with.  

What he didn’t know, was that this guy was looking to fight. Seconds later he felt glass smash over his head, and a crash sound followed shortly after as Harrison tackled him into the wall. The other guys from the group joined in, trying to pull Harrison off the first guy but Tom unloaded a few punches on them.

The girls screamed and moved out of the way, except for the few that were high off the pills Tom gave them, and sat on the couch, looking mesmerized by the whole thing.

Once Tom felt they had fought enough of them off, he knew they had to get out of there. He grabbed Harrison as quick as he could, pulling him away from the fight.

“Dude, c’mon let’s go!”

He raced towards the back of the house, grabbing what he could of his belongings along the way. Harrison dragged behind him, and they escaped out the back door in the kitchen. They kept up their pace as they ran back to the car, barely clothed and hoping not to run into the real police on the drive out.

Once in the car, Tom sped away from the house, his heart racing and adrenaline pumping. He could hear Harrison panting beside him, spitting out his question in between breaths.

“What the fuck was that?!”

Tom clenched his jaw, seething that he couldn’t tell him the truth.

“They were just being dickheads.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have come if they knew we were gonna be there,” Harrison commented.

“Jesus…. what idiots,” Tom chuckled.

“At least we got out of there—” Tom’s eyes widened as he realized something.

“—fuck, I forgot my bag—”

“—Don’t worry, dude. Got it here,” Harrison replied, holding it up as Tom exhaled, relieved.

“You got any extra clothes in here?” Harrison asked, beginning to search through Tom’s stuff.

“You didn’t bring any? What, did you think you were going to put the costume back on?” Tom teased, laughing at Harrison’s naiveté with private strip shows.

“No, I—uh...Tom….what are these?”

Tom looked over quickly to see the the bag of pills that Harrison was holding with a puzzled look on his face.

“Uhh...drugs.”

“Well, no shit! I mean, why do you have them? You’re not—”

“No, I’m not using them,” Tom clarified. “I can’t really talk about it right now.”

“You might as well just tell me, I’ve already seen them so,” Harrison pressed.

Tom hesitated, considering the consequences of letting Harrison know what he was up to.

“Fuck,” he swore. “Okay... but you can’t say anything to anyone, yeah?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

Tom took a deep breath before starting at the very beginning.

“I’ve never told you this but...I kinda knew y/n before you and I met,” Tom paused but Harrison stayed quiet, silently urging him to continue.

“She and Viv came to the club one night, the day before I met you. And while I was performing, I…. kissed her. I just...couldn’t help it and she didn’t seem to want me to stop and then when you ended up being her roommate…”

Tom trailed off, chuckling at the memory of officially meeting you.

“Dunno, man. It was like...a sign.”

“Okay sooo what does this have to do with the drugs in your bag?” Harrison chimed in, getting Tom back on track.

“Right, so anyway, she never told Ryan about it and I promised her that I would just forget about it all together—”

“—Seems like you’ve done a real good job of that.”

“—Do you want me to fucking tell you or not?” Tom chastised, wanting to get through his explanation without unhelpful comments from his friend.

“So Alex knows about all of it and decided to rope me into this scheme which involves him threatening to tell Ryan about everything unless I sell these pills for him.”

“Wow…” Harrison reacted. “That’s some shit. So have you been doing it or are you gonna call his bluff?”

“I mean, I fucking said no and could give two shits about his little attempt to blackmail me but....she’s back with him, dude,” Tom elaborated.

Harrison nodded, understanding that no one likes Ryan, but no one wants ruin your bliss either.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What, about this?” Tom asked, referring to his current situation.

“No, no. About you and y/n,” Harrison clarified.

Tom pondered his question for a moment, trying not to make it sound like he had seriously violated guy code or whatever.

“When I met you, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. I thought I was never gonna see her again but then...you happened to be her new roommate and she has this twat boyfriend…” He trailed off, trying to summarize his thoughts.

“It just wasn’t my secret to tell, really,” he concluded.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Harrison nodded. “I had a feeling you had a soft spot for her, though.”

“....Dunno what you’re talking about mate,” Tom deflected, unable to hold back a smile.

“Oh, c’mon! You’ve been flirting with her the second you met — er, at least, when I introduced you,” Harrison explained.

“Okay, okay...I confess! But you can’t say anything to her,” Tom warned.

“I won’t. Pretty sure Viv knows, though.”

Tom smiles. “Yeah and to think that would’ve never happened if Viv hadn’t brought her there. Really have to thank her for that one”

Harrison scrunches up his face as he chuckled, confused by Tom’s connotation. “So...is that good or bad?”

Tom allows a soft chuckle to pass his lips. “Is it too self-indulging and wrong to say I don’t regret it?”

“No, it was definitely a horrible risk,” Harrison joked. “But at least we can cover it easily.”

“Have to say though, don’t think Viv will be frequenting that place anymore,” Harrison admitted while laughing.

Tom laughed along with him, enjoying the moment.

“M glad I met you, Haz. You’ve been good company through all this bullshit….and also I would’ve never officially met y/n if you weren’t friends with her first so thank for that,” Tom rambled out as Harrison kept laughing, letting him have that satisfaction.

“Aww, I’m glad I met you, too,” Harrison agreed,

After stopping by Tom’s place to change out of their thongs and into real clothes, they arrived back at the club. Tom would rather hear it from Dan now than later.

“You guys didn’t collect, at all?” Dan questioned the two.

“I’m sorry, did you not just hear what I just said?” Tom quipped.

“What I heard was, you guys didn’t do the job.”

“Well, we were a little busy fighting off frat boys who wouldn’t let us do the job. We could’ve gotten seriously hurt, dude!” Tom emphasized.

Harrison stood behind Tom, staying quiet as his brunette friend continued arguing with Dan.

“When are we gonna get some protection for doing this shit, man?”

“Do I look like a fucking psychic to you, Tom? How am I supposed to know if there’s going to be a potential threat?” Dan was beginning to become more hostile.

“I dunno, do like a background check or something! We can’t keep doing this if there’s a chance we’re killed or arrested—”

“Listen,” Dan threatened. “I’m not gonna let you jeopardize this club or my name. You’re never going to get what you want playing with fire...especially with me. You’re not gonna take away what I’ve built but you can be damn sure you’ll be the one to suffer.”

What else is new?

“Now, you can make it up to me by coming up with some fresher shit, or you can forget about equity,” Dan shrugged, finally done his rant.

Tom clenched his jaw, thinking about how necessary it was to get personal in this conversation. He turned and gestured for Harrison to follow, storming out of the club. He wanted to get the fuck out of there; this didn’t seem worth it to him anymore.

They got back into the car but Tom just sat there, staring blankly ahead of him before Harrison finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t really know what to say back there,” he apologized, feeling guilty for not sticking up for his friend.

“Nah, s’okay, mate. Didn’t expect you to get involved anyway.”

“...Tom?”

He was met by those piercing blue eyes, which looked as if they glowed under the dim lighting.  

“I want you to know that... whatever he’s planning, I wanna stick by you. If you leave, I’ll go too,” Harrison announced.

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, I want to. I came in with you….so I wanna leave with you, too.”

Just when Tom thought everyone was against him, Harrison seemed to always come through to stand by him. In the end, only Harrison would truly understand all the shit that goes on in Tom’s life.

And that was good enough for Tom.

“Thanks, H.”

-

The boys drove back to the apartment, Harrison convincing Tom to come in with him, in an attempt to get his mind off of Daniel.

You were sitting on the couch as the entered watching something on TV, which was odd as you were normally in bed by now. Harrison took note that you were sitting by yourself, Viv nowhere to be seen.

“You’re up late,” Harrison commented.

“Waiting for Ryan to get here,” you explained.

“Is Viv home?”

You attention shifted to Harrison. “She’s in her room.”

“Have you talked to her since you’ve been home?”

“She won’t open the door,” you answered, keeping your replies short and down to a few words.

Tom sat down in the armchair near the couch as Harrison went down the hall, presumably to go talk to Viv. You glanced over to see his long face, cheek propped up against his fist. He looked exhausted and worn out, contrasting with how you’d seen him earlier that day at the beach.

You vaguely remember seeing him like this before, all slumped over and tired eyes. You knew quite a bit about Tom, but you could only guess what was bothering him.

“Rough night?” you spoke, your voice quiet.

His ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his head turning to look over to you.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Seem to have a streak going.”

“Makes two of us, then,” you sympathized. “What’s been going on?”

You wanted to be there for him, you couldn’t count on your fingers how many times he’s done it for you at this point.

Tom hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. He knew he couldn’t say everything; most of it had to do with you and if it didn’t have to do with you, it involved you.

He opened his mouth to speak—

“She said she’ll come out soon,” Harrison announced, coming back into the living room. “You guys are gonna resolve this so we can all be happy friends again,” he proclaimed in a sing-song voice.

“Do we have to do it in front of you guys? Tom looks like he’s had a rough night and Ryan’s going to be here soon and I’m going to bed when he shows up,” you defended, making up several excuses.

“You said you would, y/n,” Harrison reminded you.

You sighed, knowing he was right.

“....okay,” you finally agreed.

Truth be told, you were done fighting with her. You missed having her around and you couldn’t be hanging out with males all the time. You needed a girlfriend to survive.

With those thoughts in mind, you were prepared to be the one to apologize.

“Can we watch something while we wait?” You offered.

“Yeah, sure. Not The Office, though. Kinda sick of that right now,” Haz admitted.

“What? You haven’t even seen all of it!”

“I know but, let’s take a break from that. We could watch that new thing you’ve been talking about? Bander-something?”

“Bandersnatch?” You corrected. “Yes! That’ll be so fun, you guys are gonna love it!”

“You’ve already seen it though?” Tom chimed in.

“I don’t mind watching it again. I wanna watch you guys play, also Fionn Whitehead is super cute, alsoooo I don’t think I’ve gotten to all the endings,” you rambled out all your reasons.

“Jesus, how many are there?” Harrison asked.

“Not sure. Maybe infinite…” you trailed off dramatically.

The boys laughed, intrigued enough to finally agree. You clicked on the movie, the Netflix logo appearing on the screen.

As you got up off the couch to get some drinks, the front door opened, revealing Ryan.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted him, going over to give him a quick kiss and locking the front door so people (including Tom) couldn’t get in.

You continued to make your way into the kitchen to grab two beers for the boys and some water for yourself. Ryan trailed behind you, not stopping to acknowledge Tom or Harrison at all.

You realized this was the first time Tom and Ryan have been in the same room together since….a while ago. You weren’t sure how this was gonna pan out, as there was already a lot of unsolved tension in house with you and Viv.

“Do you want something to drink?” You offered him while moving about the kitchen.

“Thought we were going to bed.”

“Uhm, you can, if you want. We’re just starting watching Bandersnatch—”

“What cereal do we choose, y/n?” Tom hollered from the living room.

“I’m not telling, you guys have to decide!” You replied.

You smirked as you heard them talk amongst themselves, listening to them obsess over the first choice they had to make.

“Why does it matter what cereal he eats?” Tom questioned.

“This is so stressful already,” Harrison noted.

“Just pick one dude—”

You turned back to Ryan, who got in front of your view of the living room, hopping up onto the counter.

“You should watch with us,” You pressed, wanting him to get used to spending time with the guys.

He looked at you, his expression unreadable, before holding his arms out to you.

“C’mere.”

You stopped what you were doing and sauntered over to where he sat on the counter, standing in between his legs.

“What?” You looked at at him, placing your hands on his knees.

He brought his hands up to cup your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can we please go to bed?” He asked again, his voice softer this time.

You lowered your voice to match his volume as you answered. “You don’t….wanna watch the movie with us?”

He leaned closer, placing his lips over yours, bringing them into a sweet kiss. You moaned lowly at the gesture. Ryan was never the affectionate, calculated type. He could be overbearing and assertive with you sometimes, but this was gentle and sweet.

You pulled away from him slowly, breathing out as you spoke.

“Mmm, where’d you learn that one?”

He kept his face close to yours and his voice low. “You know this one, babe.”

“What? You’ve never done this to me before…..but I like it,” you purred.

Ryan chuckled, but it came out as more of a scoff.

“I’m just….taking after Tom and….

...doing what he did to you on your birthday.”

Your eyes widened upon hearing his words as fear struck your heart, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall with a hand over your mouth.

-

A/N: thanks for coming to my shameless plug of Bandersnatch and projection of my new found hyper-fixation for fionn lol anyway wow...lotta shit going down....first of all... how tf did Ryan find out?? what’s gonna happen to the reader and how is it going to affect her current relationships with tom, haz, and viv?? really interested to know what you guys think about this part!!

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[storytimeafterdark]

Taking A Chance

Jackson Currey & Travis Maxwell were pool cleaners for the top pool cleaning company in the White Rock valley. Constantly booked with clients, the guys enjoyed their work & meeting all sorts of people. Their favorite client Randy Broadwell always gave them big tips for their service & one day, he invited them to come over for a barbecue after work. Jackson & Travis had a secret they were keeping from Randy, however; the guys are a gay couple & once when Randy was out of town for work, Jackson & Travis cleaned his pool & had sex in Randy’s back yard. 

It all started one afternoon when the guys were finishing their usual Friday route at Randy’s house. Travis took his shirt off & that got Jackson very turned on. Jackson kissed his man. Travis said, “Jackson, not now, Wait until we’re done. What if someone sees us?” “Randy left us a note, remember...plus the house next door to his is vacant right now. Nobody is around”, Jackson answered, unzipping Travis’s shorts & sliding his hand inside, feeling Travis’s penis. Travis knew it turned his boyfriend on when he went commando & Travis himself loved the feel. “Okay, fine. But this is the only time this will happen here. We don’t need to lose our jobs over this”, Travis said & took his shorts off. He undressed Jackson & fondled Jackson’s cock while making out with him on the ottoman on Randy’s large covered porch. “Fuck me Jackson”, Travis begged. Jackson wasted no time. He lubed Travis’ ass with his own pre-cum & slid his cock inside. He caressed Travis’ nipples & kissed his neck as he got acclimated inside his boyfriend’s ass. Jackson found his groove & began making love to his boyfriend, drawing moans from Travis. Soon, Jackson was thrusting, both guys deriving pleasure. They were both very vocal with their enjoyment. “I’m going to cum”, Jackson exclaimed. “Give it to me!”, Travis screamed. Jackson thrusted their bodies & soon let go a showering of his manly juices inside his lover’s ass. The guys lay still, catching their breath. Jackson eased his way out of Travis & began licking Travis’ ass, which Travis really enjoyed. Afterward, Travis made out with Jackson & massaged Jackson’s penis. He then said “My turn. loverboy”. Jackson got into position & Travis lubed his lover’s ass with his own pre-cum. “That feels so good Trav”, Jackson purred. “Your ass feels so good babe”, Travis said & slid his cock inside. Travis loved fucking Jackson & lost his virginity to him. He & Jackson had known each other since Kindergarten & everyone knew they were best friends. Nobody knew they were also lovers. The guys never let on to anyone about their sexual orientation. As far as they knew, they were always straight & even dated girls throughout high school, but all it took was one night hanging out at Jackson’s house for them to find out things were the opposite. Travis thrusted until he couldn’t take it anymore & spilled his semen inside of Jackson’s ass, drawing loud moans from them both. They quickly got dressed & left.

Backstory:

One night while hanging out at Jackson’s apartment, Travis & Jackson were drinking beer, sharing some laughs & asking each other all sorts of random questions. One question really got Jackson’s curiosity: Travis asked him if he would ever make out with a guy just to see what it’s like, in which Jackson said yes. Travis also said he would. He & Jackson looked at each other & Travis said “Kiss me. I want to experience it”. Jackson, who was sitting in a chair at the time, scooted next to Travis on the couch, & kissed him. Jackson soon found himself making out with his best friend & enjoying it. He unbuttoned Travis’ shirt & then sucked on one of Travis’ nipples. “Ohhhhh my...”, Travis said. When Jackson stopped, Travis asked why. Jackson said he didn’t want to go too far unless they were really sure it’s what both wanted. Travis told him that he was the only guy he would ever do this with & professed his love for him. He explained that he’d been having a lot of mixed emotions & denial & came to the realization that he was in love with Jackson. Jackson asked him if he was sure & Travis, tearfully, shook his head yes. Jackson said that when his last girlfriend cheated on him & Travis was there to see him through it all, he realized that he was falling for Travis & he tried not to let it happen but it did. Travis kissed him passionately & told him he wanted to lose his virginity with him. Jackson was shocked to learn his bestie was still a virgin since he was promiscuous with his girlfriends...but all they ever did was make out & perform oral sex on each other. Jackson confessed that he too was still a virgin & that he nearly went all the way with his last girlfriend but decided to wait. Eventually they broke up since things in their relationship just weren’t working out. Jackson confessed that he wanted to lose his with Travis as well...They went to Jackson’s bedroom. It was on like Donkey Kong, as the two men undressed each other & had the night of their lives, exploring one another’s bodies, performing oral sex on each other, & having sex. They enjoyed the most romantic night together & from then on, they were inseparable & madly in love. They were constantly having sex when not working...& within a few months, Jackson asked Travis to move in with him, which he did after moving out from roommates who were constantly fighting with each other. Travis left them to their fighting & was happy with Jackson. Nobody knew of their true relationship & they planned to keep it that was as long as possible.

They were sitting at home relaxing when Travis got a call from Randy, inviting the guys to a barbecue the following night at Randy’s place, to which they accepted. Travis kissed Jackson & they started fooling around. “Suck me”, Travis said to Jackson. Jackson sucked Travis’ cock & Travis loved every second of it, especially when his man swallowed Travis’ cum & then made out with him. Travis then took Jackson’s cock in his waiting mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. Travis enjoyed swallowing cum. They loved sex & foreplay with each other & messed around until they grew tired & fell asleep. The next morning, it was raining. Travis woke up, went to the bathroom, & came back to bed. Jackson woke up & kissed Travis. Travis said, “Let’s fuck”, & fuck they did...they couldn’t get enough of each other!

That night, the guys showered together & headed to Randy’s. Randy gave them each an envelope with $5000 in it for their hard work. He was a very wealthy businessman and wanted to give the guys a gift for all they do for his pool. They were both in shock & thanked Randy for it. The guys grilled steaks & drank beers. After dinner, it was pool time. Travis asked why no women were there. “It’s a Men’s Night only tonight guys”, Randy said. Randy Broadwell was a suave, gorgeous, early-40′s businessman who had inherited his dad’s construction business unexpectedly when his dad Marty died from Covid. He thought the world of Jackson & Travis & they knew it...but tonight, they would really know it...both Travis & Jackson had a man crush on Randy.

It started to thunder & rain, so the guys took the party indoors. Travis & Jackson realized their change of clothes was in Jackson’s Edge. Randy said “You don’t need clothes, guys. Just hang in your towels. I’m going to hang in mine”. Randy took off his swim trunks in front of the guys & they saw how endowed he was. He had a great body. Jackson & Travis couldn��t help but stare & Randy smiled. Travis took off his trunks, not even ashamed that he had a hard on. He smiled. Jackson took his off & when he was saw both their cocks, his began to swell. Randy couldn’t help but stare at his younger friends, both 27 years old. He invited them to sit on the couch as he turned the music off outside and on in the house. Jackson sat down, Travis did as well. Randy gave each a beer & got himself one then sat down. Travis couldn’t keep from looking at Randy’s cock & Randy knew it. Randy got up & sat down next to Travis. Travis liked that. Randy looked at him & said, “Travis, do you like what you see?” Travis couldn’t help himself “Yes I do Randy. You are exactly what I want to look like when I am older. You’re a sexy man”, Travis said. Jackson agreed. Randy looked down, then back at the guys & said, “The reason no women are here is because I’m gay”. ‘But you always have hot women”, Jackson said. “That’s for show. I honestly am gay. I like you two guys because you’re both hard working, smart guys & we get along great. You guys take great care of my place when I am out of town too. I can trust you guys...& also, I know you two won’t let the cat out of the bag”. “No, we won’t, Randy...because we are also gay”, Jackson said. “Really? Well, that works out then. I have another proposition for you guys. Move in with me”, Randy said. They took him up on his offer & 4 weeks later, they moved in. The guys had to give a 30-day notice to their landlord first before making the move, which they did. That night Jackson & Travis got their rooms set up. Randy grilled steaks & they ate dinner outdoors. Afterward, the three of them went skinny dipping in the pool. Later they went in the hot tub. Randy enjoyed being nude with his two best friends & they enjoyed it too. They didn’t have to feel awkward around each other. Jackson got super drunk that night & passed out. Randy invited Travis into his room after they did the dishes & Travis accepted. He looked at Travis & said, “Is it bad that I’m dying to taste you?”. “No, because I’m craving your cock, Randy”, Travis answered. “Suck me”, Randy moaned. Travis moved in for the kill, his lips straight on Randy’s cock. Randy moaned & arched his back as Travis sucked. “Ohhhhhh yes Travis! I’m ready to cum!”, Randy moaned. “Fuck me Randy! I want your cum!”, Travis said. So Randy fucked Travis, thrusting his cock inside of Travis repeatedly, loving the feel of fucking someone again, as it had been a long time. Randy shot his load inside of Travis & both men were moaning & enjoying. Afterward, Randy made out with Travis, french kissing him & feeling Travis’ cock. Travis was very turned on & wanted Randy badly. Randy kissed his way down to Travis’ cock. He sucked Travis’ balls & teased his cock with his tongue. “Mmmmm yes Randy”, Travis moaned as Randy gave Travis head. He prolonged him from ejaculation & begged Travis to fuck him. “Yes! I want you so fucking bad Randy!”, Travis said as Randy got into position. Travis slid his cock deep into Randy’s ass & thrust him. He wanted to cum into Randy’s ass badly * then lick it out like he does to Jackson. He & Randy were going at it hot & heavy. Travis shot his load inside of Randy. Randy enjoyed feeling cum inside his ass. When Travis was finished, he made out with Randy & then licked his cum out of Randy’s ass. “Ohhhhh that’s hot Travis”. He then kissed him so he could taste. “I really enjoyed this with you”, Randy said. “Me too Randy”, Travis agreed & kissed him again. Randy’s cock was hard again & Travis sucked him. He wanted Randy’s cum & he got it, enjoying the sweet taste. 

The next morning, all the guys showered & ate breakfast. While cleaning up the dishes, Travis got a phone call that had him in tears & he told Javckson & Randy what was happening. Travis’ grandfather passed away & he had to travel back east for the funeral. While he was away, Jackson & Randy got very friendly with each other. They were sitting in the hot tub after work one evening just talking. Jackson couldn’t help himself & kissed Randy. Randy reciprocated, & they started making out in the hot tub. “I want you Jackson”, Randy said. “Yes. Oh yes”, Jackson said, french kissing him. They got out & dried off. When they got in the house, Randy took Jackson to his bedroom. They got on the bed & Randy began to suck Jackson’s dick. “Ohhhh Randy...omg yes! “, Jackson moaned as Randy licked & sucked Jackson’s swollen cock. “I want to fuck you Jackson”, Randy said. “Yes. I want this so bad!”, Jackson said, & got into position. Randy entered Jackson & also stroked Jackson’s cock. Jackson was in heaven. He loved the feel of Randy inside him & Randy’s hand stroking him. Randy took his time pleasuring Jackson on the inside, where Travis just wanted to thrust & cum. Randy & Jackson kissed & took their time to climax. “I want to swallow your cum Randy”, Jackson said. Hearing that, Randy kissed him & pulled out, laying down so Jackson could suck him. Soon enough, Randy came & Jackson got to enjoy the sweet taste of Randy’s cum. Jackson made out with him some more & then Randy said “Fuck me Jackson. I want you bad!”. Jackson slid his cock in Randy & slowly made love to him. Randy loved the feel of Jackson’s cock inside him. He asked Jackson to cum inside him & Jackson did just that. Afterward they laid together, holding each other & talking. Randy confessed that Jackson was his second male encounter. He said all he had ever been with was women & of course like he said it was all for show & enjoyed his first male encounter even more tghan he ever did having sex with women. He admitted he loved pussy & said he wonders if he’s actually bisexual. Jackson said it could be possible. Then Randy professed that he’d fallen in love with Jackson. Jackson was falling for him too. After that night they were constantly fucking, showering, or together in the hot tub or pool together. They had not heard a word out of Travis except for the day after he got to Boston for his grandfather’s funeral. Randy confessed that night to Jackson that he & Travis fucked each other before Travis left. Jackson had been asleep & the guys were in the kitchen doing the dishes. Randy walked up behind Travis, who was only wearing boxers at the time, whispered in his ear that he wanted him, & slid Travis’ boxers down his legs. Travis turned around & made out with him, fondling Randy’s penis at the same time. Randy asked him to go to his room with him, which Travis gladly accepted. Randy took Travis in his room where they fucked & sucked each other.

While in Boston, Travis confessed to his family that he is gay. His parents supported him, but his brother shamed him as did the rest of the family. Jackson was worried & called Travis’ parents. Travis’ mother gave him the bad news that they found Travis dead that morning. He had overdosed on anxiety medicine & left a note that said DON’T WORRY. YOU WON’T HAVE TO BE ASHAMED OF ME ANYMORE. GOODBYE. Jackson started crying. Randy had gone to the restroom & came out to find Jackson sobbing. “What is it Jack?”, Randy asked. He hung up the phone & told Randy that Travis had committed suicide. Randy & Jackson sat together crying.

At his funeral, both Randy & Jackson had something to say about their troubled friend. Afterwards, his family thanked both of them for speaking about him. Travis’ brother Todd spoke as well, saying “I never knew just how much turmoil & trouble Travis struggled with, being a gay man. Unfortunately I didn’t understand at the time & now it is too late. I loved my brother regardless of how he was & who he was. “. 

Randy & Jackson remained a couple & even got married on Travis’ birthday & in his honor. They took a chance & found love as a result.

[selina569]

1) What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

Phone: Ignis Scientia Desktop: Natalie Dormer

2) Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

Yeah I have lol

3) What was your last text message?

“Ok”

4) What do you see yourself doing in 10 years?

I would like to have a career in publishing, and/or doing something with my writing, be married, and have at least one kid :)

5) If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?

Sleeping. I’m tired af

6) What was your coolest Halloween costume?

Poison Ivy <3

7) What was your favorite 90s show?

Charmed

8) Who was your last kiss?

@jaesylvr

9) Have you ever been stood up?

Yes multiple times in high school

10) Favorite ice cream flavor?

World Class Chocolate: dark and white chocolate mousse flavored icecream

11) Have you been to Las Vegas?

No, but I want to.  

12) Your favorite pair of shoes? 

Silver, sparkly, peep-toe, stilettos

13) Honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?

Yes.  

14) What is your favorite fruit?

Grapes

15) Have you talked to anyone on tumblr that you could see yourself dating/having sex with? If possible?

@jaesylvr​

16) Are you into hookups? Short or long term relationships?

Doesn’t really matter i’m up for whatever.

17) Do you smoke? If so, what?

Yes: hookah and weed

18) What do you do to get over your anger?

Shut myself away and watch tv or listen to music

19) Do you believe in God?

I believe in the kind of God situation that Supernatural has.

20) Does the person you're in love with know it?

I hope so ;)

21) Favorite position?

Sexually? Me on bottom because I’m lazy lol  

22) What's your horoscope sign?

Gemini

23) Your fears?

Clowns, bugs, cars, drinking fountains, throwing up, someone I love dying, failure

24) How many pets do you have? What kind? 

5 Cats: Mistique, Finn, Kiki, Thor, and Loki

25) What never fails to turn you on?

Neck kisses, when the other takes control/initiates, hugs from behind :3

26) Your idea of a perfect first date?

I don’t really have one I’m down for whatever just don’t be boring.

27) What is something most people don't know about you?

I was sexually harrassed and assaulted

28) What makes you feel the happiest?

My cats, music, spring days, book smell, TV, those rare moments i have where I can just do nothing.

29) What store do you shop at most often?

Either Charlotte Rousse, Victoria’s Secret, or Hot Topic

30) How do you feel about oral? Giving and/or receiving? 

I like giving and receiving, but I have jaw problems so after giving I am in extreme pain :(

31) Do you believe in karma?

Hell Yeah

32) Are you single?

Nope

33) Do you think flowers or candy are a better way to apologize?

Use your words! Material objects do not substitute an apology......but chocolate.

34) Are you a good swimmer?

Yes

35) Coffee or Tea?

COFFEE!!!

36) Online shopping or shopping in person?

Shopping in person because girls clothes are fucking weird!

37) Would you rather be older or younger than your current age?

Younger, I miss being a carefree child.

38) Cats or Dogs?

Both!

39) Are you a competitive person?

It depends on the situation.

40) Do you believe in aliens?

Duh.

41) Do you like dancing?

Yes!

42) What kind of music to you listen to?

I listen to everything there isn’t a lot I don’t like

43) What is your favorite cartoon character?

Flynn Rider <3

44) Where are you from?

Shaumburg, Illinois, U.S

45) Eat at home or eat out?

Getting food to pickup and bring back home lol

46) How much more social are you when you're drunk?

Very! My alcohol of choice is tequila and I become a sloot

47) What was the last thing you bought for yourself? 

Chips at my school’s vending machine

48) Why do you think your followers follow you?

I have no idea lol but if anything probably my variety of content. It’s a little of everything.

49) How many hours do you sleep at night?

Average: 5-6

50) What worries you most about the future?

Finances

51) If you had a friend that spoke to you the same way you speak to yourself, how long would you be friends?

Probably, I try to reassure myself a lot because of my constant doubt

52) Are you happy with yourself?

Overall yes, but there is always room for improvement

53) What do you wish you didn't know?

I wish I didn’t know my fear of driving and cars because it is so crippling to my daily life.

54) What big lesson could people learn from your life?

STOP OBSESSING OVER SOME STUPID ASS PERSON WHO DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, also don’t let people invalidate your sexuality.

55) If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?

Probably the bunker in Supernatural because hot boys and loads of books <3

56) What's your favorite Website?

Netflix.com

57) What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?

Holding onto toxic people

58) What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?

From my college to my parents’ house.

59) What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store?

Goodwill and Savers always have super cheep book and I can get like 10 books for $5-$15

60) What do you order when you eat Chinese food?

Hot and sour soup, chicken or shrimp entree, fried rice, egg roll, crab rangoons

61) If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?

Alaska cuz John Green lol

62) If you had to teach a subject to a class, what would it be?

English or Creative Writing

63) Favorite kind of chips?

Lime flamin hot cheetos

64) Favorite kind of sandwich?

Italian Sub

65) Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?

As a writer, definitely the thesaurus

66) Have you ever been stung by a bee?

Bee no. Wasps 3 times

67) What's your favorite form of exercise?

Any exercise that doesn’t feel like I’m exercising 

68) Are you afraid of heights?

Without restraints yes

69) What's the most memorable class you've ever taken?

Senior year high school creative writing

70) What's your favorite breakfast?

Eggs (over medium), bacon, sausage, chocolate chip pancakes, coffee

71) Do you like guacamole?

Fuck yes

72) Have you ever been in a physical fight?

Not by choice. Two guys were fighting and took me down with them

73) What/who are you thinking about right now?

How much I want to leave this class, and @hipstalexis​ because she told me to answer all of these lol

74) Do you like cuddling?

Yes!!!

75) Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?

Yeah I’m always dwelling on shit

76) Have you ever experienced one of your biggest fears?

Yeah I have been in multiple car accidents, and Clowns are a popular part of culture unfortunately.

77) Favorite city you've been to?

NEW YORK. I was only 7, but I fell in love and need to go back

78) Would you break the law to save a family member?

Depends on the family member

79) Talk about an embarrassing moment?

My roommate walked in and heard me having sexy time lol

80) Are there any causes you strongly believe in?

Rape prevention, Suicide prevention, Animal rights, Civil rights, Feminism

81) What's the worst injury you've ever had?

Either my concussion or breaking 3 bones in my hand

82) Favorite day of the week?

Thursday because I only have one class, and I usually don’t work

83) Do you consider yourself sexually open minded?

Yes, very. I’ll try everything once. 

84) How do you feel about porn?

Perfectly natural. I watch, read, and write porn

85) Which living celebrity would you like to know?

Natalie Dormer and Tom Hiddleston <3 <3 <3

86) Who was your hottest ex?

No

87) Do you want/have kids?

Yes I want 3

88) Has anyone ever told you that they wanted to marry you?

Yes and they were all liars

89) Do you get easily distracted?

All the time

90) Ass or titties?

TIDDYS!

91) What is your favorite word?

Antidisestablishmentarianism

92) How do you feel about tattoos?

Love them! Have 1; want more!

93) Do you have any pets?

Already answered lol

94) How tall are you?

5′4′’

95) How old are you?

21

96) 3 physical features you get complimented on a lot?

Eyes, hair, and legs

97) Is there anything you're really passionate about?

Writing and makeup

98) Do you have trust issues?

Fuck yes

99) Do you believe in love at first sight?

No

100) What are some words that you live by? Why? 

“I learned a long time ago that a person can stand just about anything for 10 seconds, then you just start on a new 10 seconds. All you’ve got to do is take it 10 seconds at a time.” -Kimmy Schmidt, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Because whenever something bad, upsetting, or whatever is happening to me I live by this and take 10 seconds to get through it, then I start over. It makes the pain and self doubt manageable.

[fire-bear]

My Klance Month 2019 Ideas

As you may have seen, I have decided to do Klance Month, only about half a month behind - or more, since a lot of these one-shots are rather long, so it might take me a while to write them. But, since I’m super excited about my ideas, I’m going to tell you what you can expect!

For Day 1, the Coffee Shop AU: Lance works in the coffee shop which is owned by Shiro so Keith goes to it a lot, though usually on the days he doesn’t work - until Lance takes a gap year and takes on more shifts. They meet and they like each other and Keith asks him to hang out. ;) It’ll be all cute and fluffy.

For Day 2, the Galtean AU: I’ve seen a whole load of Lance is an Altean prince AUs and ones where he’s Allura’s brother. And ones where he’s just an average Altean but they’re only in a country called Altea and not generally on the planet. So I thought, what if Lance was on Altea when the whole Zarkon thing was going on...

For Day 3, the Mermaid AU: I’m gonna write the second chapter to this story - finally!

For Day 4, the Hogwarts AU: I’m daring to put Lance in Slytherin for some good old fashioned Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry. (Also because of his ambition to be the best Quidditch player in the world.)

For Day 5, the Roommates AU: If you put an obviously bi Lance in a dorm with the hot, sexy Keith, it’s going to end with both of them in one bed. ;) ;)

For Day 6, the Supernatural AU: I almost went down the ghost who’s actually a demon route but then I thought... Lance as a selkie.

For Day 7, the Internet Friends AU: I mean, I could make it chat based or try to do a Tumblr thing but I decided, hey, these two should meet having met on the Internet. :)

For Day 8, the Garrison AU: Lance and Keith getting on each other’s nerves until they need to duck out of the hall and into a cupboard... ;)

For Day 9, the Movie of Choice AU: Listen. I was watching a TV quiz show and one of the answers was 27 Dresses and my immediate thought was Lance in the role of Katherine Heigel...??’s role. And Keith is the cynical journalist.

For Day 10, the YouTubers AU: I mean, Lance having one of those make up tutorials makes sense. And Keith was guided into a Let’s Play route by Pidge. Who also shares one of Lance’s videos with him for Halloween purposes...

For Day 11, the Historical AU: Every time there’s a historical one, I immediately think of the Victorian era. I’ve got an idea for something set in the 1920s? with a brothel that Lance sings in and Keith ends up in.... but I might change it cause I’m not sure about the 20s... Maybe I should go for WWII...

For Day 12, the Role Reversal AU: Who said anything about their personalities switching? Otherwise, this one I wanna keep secret. :D

For Day 13, the DIsney AU: I’ll either be writing my version of an Enchanted AU (since I’ve seen some around) or a Princess and the Frog one but I haven’t decided yet.

For Day 14, the Soulmates AU: Lance and Keith meet when they’re about to start rooming together at college... Things get awkward and angsty, fast.

For Day 15, the College AU: Ah, a charity drive for Pidge’s gaming club that Keith doesn’t go to but Lance does. How does a Dating Sim Kissing Booth sound?

For Day 16, the Thunderpike AU: (Someone please tell me if Thunder is all there is to Keith’s name because I can’t remember and he’ll just be called Thunder otherwise.) Anyways, how does Keith being a warrior and a princess sound? Because there’s a curse they need to go on a quest for...

For Day 17, the Celebrities AU: I already have one of them! So I’ll be writing the next chapter of the third story in it.

For Day 18, the Childhood Friends AU: I’m actually gonna write a story from their childhood - so this one will be so overwhelmingly sweet and will feature a fair, a toy shark, a runaway boy and a Ferris wheel ride. :)

For Day 19, the Canon Divergence AU: What if Keith hadn’t returned before Haggar forced Kuron to turn on them? What if Kuron kidnapped him and took off? What if Voltron needed a new leader and what if the last leader turned up during his reign? :3

For Day 20, the Leakira AU: I have never known what the heck people were talking about when I saw this until I looked it up. It says it’s a cyberpunk thing and that it’s set 10 years in the future - but what future? So I’m just doing a cyberpunk AU where sleeping with a random guy might just save - or ruin - Lance’s life...

For Day 21, the Crossover AU: Let me present you with Sailor Mercury and Sailor Mars.

For Day 22, the High School AU: I’ve seen a whole lot of Keith is the popular one/the jock or bad boy everyone wants to get with. So I decided to make Lance the popular one and Keith the loner artist. They happen to be paired up with each other on a school trip to the aquarium and Keith learns more about Lance.

For Day 23, the TV Show of Choice AU: I hope you’ve seen Humans! Because Lance getting Keith the synth as a birthday present/something to cheer Lance up after a bad break-up (for company). But... Keith’s family are looking for him and Keith sometimes acts a bit... stabby.

For Day 24, the- ... the Half-Blood Camp AU: .... I... All I know of Percy Jackson is passing posts, fanart and... the movies... And I know there are other... god... camps...??? I honestly have no clue what to do with this and will probably do extensive Googling when I get to this. Or just skip it.

For Day 25, the Neighbours AU: Keith moves in next to Lance. There’s a Boy Next Door scenario, a snowed-in situation and a bed situation which will turn into an angst and then a secret situation.

For Day 26, the Artists/Performers AU: Or both! Keith is an aspiring artist, just as Lance is an aspiring musician. They can usually be found opposite each other in the same park.

For Day 27, the Fantasy: This idea was almost used a supernatural one but I decided this was better for this AU. Anyways, Lance as a fairy godmother - to Keith who’s not please that his family fell apart and Lance didn’t stop it... =/

For Day 28, the Free Day!: And, since I’ll have neglected all my other stories for God knows how long, I’ll be writing the next chapter of this story! Werewolves! Kidnappings! Conspiracies! Lance and Keith forced to live together!