#I want to write my own stories but this little fuckers keep coming to my mind and wont let me do the thing

[norientus]

Yes, I’ve gone full brain-rot

Alas, due to the recent developments I’ve contracted the rot of the brain again. The story compels me to read it once more, so I can be prepared for the horrors to come.

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Troublemaker - C.SC

🚨Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x female reader 🚨What: Gang au, smut, gang boss Seungcheol, gang member reader, angst, humour(low key crackish) and some fluff to top it all off. 🚨Wordcount: 15.9k 🚨Warnings: Do not take anything I write about police/law seriously, I don’t know shit about anything, okay. Reader is unhinged and shameless(and emotionally incompetent). Gang typical stuff; violence, drugs, alcohol, prostitution, theft etc. Handcuffs. Profanity. Degrading names. Unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral(both), multiple sex scenes/positions, breeding kink, choking, multiple orgasms, clit slapping, marking and potentially other fun things I’m likely forgetting about.

Summary: You're known for being able to get your hands on anything you want; drugs, weapons, money, cars. Except your boss, he's always been a little out of your reach, until the day you have him handcuffed in the backseat.

Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N- the image of Seungcheol on his knees with his hands behind his head getting arrested popped into my head and spawned this and i am not okay This story well and truly ran away from me, I cannot be held accountable for this shitshow. I planned a quick lil smut thing and then the fluff and angst appeared and here we are.

It's a beautiful sight to pull up to; the Choi Seungcheol on his knees, thick thighs spread wide with his fingers lacing together behind his head, biceps bulging in his plain white t-shirt. The same Choi Seungcheol who for the past four years has been running the most cunning, slippery gang that has graced the city in decades. 

Local law enforcement has been trying to get their mitts on him since before he even started the gang, but Seungcheol is smart, he's always made sure to keep his hands squeaky clean. 

Which is why when you heard the news come through on your police scanner that he's been spotted with some real nasty fuckers and this is the chance to get him cuffed, you wanted to get there asap to witness and join the scene.

Who wouldn't want to have the pleasure of slapping some cuffs on Choi Seungcheol and shove him around a little, afterall?

"What did you get him for?" You ask as you approach the scene with nothing but confidence, thumbs hooked into your belt casually. 

Seungcheol glances over at you and his jaw tightens with how hard he clenches his teeth; he takes you in from head to toe, dressed in uniform so crisp it's like you've just pulled it on. You have. He doesn't look impressed.

"Probable cause," the young, over-eager cop getting ready to handcuff Seungcheol informs, sounding almost proud while his partner keeps his gun pointed firmly at Seungcheol's head. 

Seungcheol isn't stupid, reckless at times, yeah; he's been known to get pretty injured and take some big risks with his own body in order to get what he wants, but even he wouldn't risk making a move in front of a trigger-happy rookie-cop.

"Oh, you fucking idiots," you laugh, walking over to snatch the cuffs into your own hold.

"What the fuck?" The younger cop baulks dumbstruck. "Who the fuck are you to just-" 

"You really think you're going to get brownie points with the Captain by brining him Choi Seungcheol with no solid fucking cause? You think you can just put the guy in cuffs and the rest will follow? You're fucking stupid, kid," 

"But we caught him," 

"Yeah and you know what his legal team is like? You're fucking lucky I turned up,"

"Why?" 

"Because I'm willing to take him off your hands and deal with it myself. I've had my eye on Choi for fucking years, boys; I've got quite the file on him. What have you got?" 

Admittedly, you take a hell of a lot of joy in grabbing Seungcheol's right forearm to force it down and around to his lower back where you can secure the cuff around his wrist. He grunts at the unexpected force yet doesn't fight you, just clenches his jaw tighter. 

"That's a good boy," you whisper into his ear while the two cops exchange lost, almost torn expressions as they attempt to silently communicate with one another what to do.

Clearly, they don't want to just hand the man over to you but you're right; they don't have shit on Seungcheol and it would only cause them a lot of hassle to arrest him. He's too smart to talk, even in holding and would just stare darkly at them, not moving a muscle until he's released. It happened before, once, over a year ago and his legal team tore apart the station so thoroughly that the cops who arrested him had to resign and get minimum wage jobs despite being the best the precinct had to offer. 

Once you've got Seungcheol securely in the cuffs, you grab his bicep and appreciatively squeeze it as you tug on him to signal him up. You have to bite back your pleased grin at the powerful man listening to your silent orders and obediently getting up. He glares at you over his shoulder.

"You boys better get back to your patrol before you get demoted," you warn, shoving Seungcheol towards your car. He stumbles a little and glares at you again but you ignore it to reach past him and open the back door. 

Seungcheol swears and mutters under his breath when you roughly push his head down and urge him into the back of the car. He almost falls flat on his face onto the cheap imitation-leather seats. You shut the door before his colourful language cussing you out, spills out any further. 

"What?" You ask the two young men still watching you dumbly. "I know, my ass looks great in these," you smirk smugly to yourself and smack your own ass making both men jump at the loud, sudden sound. 

"Yeah," the younger agrees mindlessly, eyes now glued to your ass as you open the driver's door. 

"Idiot," his partner hisses, backhanding him. "Don't fucking agree, now she's gonna report you for sexual harrassment!" 

"She started it!" 

While the pair are arguing, you take the chance to climb into your car and drive off with a pleased little cackle at causing the most chaos you could with so little to work with.

At the end of the street, Seungcheol kicks the back of your seat. You don't need to look at him to know he's glaring at you, you can feel the burn of his gaze on the side of your face. You love it.

"Now now, Mr Choi, please respect my car," he kicks the seat again making you snicker. "So ungrateful, I just saved you from being locked in an interrogation room for 24 hours. You'd think you'd be at least a little appreciative." 

"Like fuck am I," he grunts and shuffles closer to the criss cross of bars separating the two halves of the car. "Didn't have to be so fucking rough, you bitch." You lift your eyes to the rearview mirror to meet his gaze and grin smugly at him before returning your gaze to the road in front of you. "Sick fuck, you get off on it, don't you?" 

"Damn right," you confirm shamelessly with an almost twisted smirk. "Big boss man on his knees for ickle ol' me. Gets me all warm and tingly, Cheolie." 

"How many times have I got to tell you not to fucking call me that?" He's too close to the front seats to kick them again but he does knee the back of yours where his legs are spread as wide as possible in his pale ripped jeans to allow him so close. 

Fuck, you wish you could see his thighs right now. You quickly look over at him to test your range of sight but the fucking seats are in the way. Dammit. 

You sigh and turn back to the road forlornly. "Well, maybe if you ever punish me like you claim you will and then never stick to it, I might learn my lesson."

"You'd fucking like it," he grumbles. You just grin. Yeah, you definitely would. "Pull over and uncuff me." 

"Nope."

"I'm warning you, little one," 

"Pretty sure I'm the one in charge here," you chirp, unaffected by his low, warning tone. Though a second later you're choking on a laugh when his body jerks forward due to you suddenly breaking to join the queue of traffic at a red light. Seungcheol's forehead slams into the grate making him swear harshly. "Oops," you offer with false innocence and a big grin.

"You fucking-" he starts harshly, only to cut off when you pull away rapidly at the green light, sending him toppling back in the seats and cutting off with a surprised sound. You don't stop yourself from laughing that time.

"Now, here's what's gonna happen, Cheolie," you declare when you turn around in your seat to look at where the big gang boss is sitting quietly in the back seat, hands still cuffed behind him between his thick body and the backrest. His thick legs spread with his slouched position. 

Man, he's so fucking thick. You know it's true all over his body. You've conveniently walked in on him fucking enough people to know that the man's blessed with a diabolically thick cock too. 

Not forgetting the memorable time he didn't notice your very obvious spy camera in his bedroom for a full two months. For two glorious months you got to watch him wrap a hand around his cock and cum over his chest in live action and automatically recorded for your rewatch pleasure. 

You've never been more glad that he has a strict policy of not taking anyone to his home to fuck, you quite enjoyed his solo sessions and still watch them regularly. 

In fact, you had been watching one while spread over your own bed when the scanner had caught your attention. You didn't even have the chance to clean up, your thighs are still sticky. But that could also just be from having Seungcheol in handcuffs.

"You happened to interrupt my favourite hobby by almost getting arrested and making me come to your rescue." 

"If you say you were watching those fucking videos again-" he starts.

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't increase your security and make it harder for me to put up new cameras." 

"I did that so I don't have your perverted ass watching me in my private spaces!" He barks. "I swear, one day I'm going to actually choke you," 

"Do it," the sparkle in your eyes makes Seungcheol groan in frustration and tip his head back, eyes closing as he prays to a god he doesn't believe in for strength to handle you and your endless depravities. "Question," 

"What?" He sighs and lifts his head to look at you resignedly. After knowing you for so many years, he knows it's just easier to play along unless he wants to deal with you badgering him for the rest of the day. 

"Would you use your hands to choke me?" 

"What else?" 

"Your thighs-" 

"Shut up," he groans and pushes himself further upright. "Can you go a single day without making a remark about my thighs?" 

"No. Can you crush my head between them like you did that watermelon?" 

"I should've never done that. I thought playing along would make you shut the fuck up asking but no, you're even worse." 

"I appreciate art and those thighs, Choi Seungcheol are pure fucking art." 

"We have very different definitions of art," he deadpans. 

"Yes, I know," you roll your eyes. "You like silicone and spray tan," 

"Do I?" He raises an amused eyebrow at you when you look at him suspiciously.

"Every woman I've seen you fuck are more silicone than my dildo collection." 

"Not gonna comment on the collection," he mutters, looking more like he's convincing himself that his curiosity at how extensive your collection may be is not worth actually engaging you in a discussion about your sex life, which he knows heavily involves masturbating to those videos of him masturbating. 

"Do you want to see?" You offer brightly. "I have one that I think could compare to your cock," your gaze drops down to his crotch where there's an obvious bulge that you know is him flaccid. "Maybe..." you suck on your bottom lip thoughtfully as your mind runs wild with memories of the sight of his cock peeking through his fist as he chases his high. Or wrapped in rubber as he bent another woman with fake tits over his desk, or face first against a too-rough wall to take what he wants. 

You really don't know how he can claim to not have a type when you truly have only seen him actually having sex with one type of woman. You've seen him seduce and hit on a wide range of people, not even just women, but that's always to get his way and he doesn't fuck them, even if he does sometimes make out with them just to win them over.

"Stop thinking about my cock," Seungcheol deadpans, snapping you back to reality and looking up at him, though your gaze darts back down realising there's a change in the bulge. "Don't-"

"Are you getting hard?!" You gasp, shuffling onto your knees excitedly and gripping the grate. 

"No." 

"Liar," you grin, eyes sparkling. 

Seungcheol knows he's done for now; for years you've been trying to fuck him and now, now he's actually lost his usual firm grip on his own libido and let you see that he's not actually turned off by you in any way. 

"So, what's going to happen, Cheolie-" he swears at you, head tipping back to stare up at the ceiling. Of course, you ignore the interruption. "Seeing as you ruined my me-time, I'm going to come back there-" 

"And uncuff me." 

"No, silly boy," you giggle. "And ride your giant cock." 

Seungcheol curses under his breath and swallows before lifting his head to look at you.

For a few moments, you both just stare at each other. You, in wait for permission, because although you do a lot of questionable shit you'd never physically force yourself on anyone, and Seungcheol, clearly in thought.

"Get back here," he decides in a low, rough tone that makes your lower stomach twist and squeeze with genuine aroused excitement. 

"Fuck yeah," you exhale, climbing out of the car where minutes ago you parked in one of the many empty warehouses belongings to Seungcheol’s gang. 

Seungcheol watches through the window as you make short work of kicking off your shoes and removing your trousers and panties. He tries to look at you properly but that stupid fucking police uniform shirt you're wearing hangs to the top of your thighs and makes it so that he can't see shit. Not even once you've got the back door open and crawl into the backseat. 

"You got a condom?" He asks, letting out a harsh exhale when you start to palm at his cock without warning. 

"Nope," You shrug carelessly and use your free hand to open his belt before working on the button and zipper. "Got a problem with that?" 

"Fucking you raw?" You hum in confirmation and reluctantly let go of his cock so that you can yank down his jeans and boxers. Seungcheol helpfully lifts his hips off of the seat, leaning back onto his shoulders against the backrest for balance to let you get the clothing down to his knees and reveal his rapidly-hardening cock to your greedy gaze. "You may be fucking psychotic at the best of the times and fucking weirdly obsessed with me-" 

"Hey," you complain, pouting at him offendedly.

"Are you really pouting at me for calling you psychotic?" He deadpans in disbelief. He's called you worse before, much worse and you usually just giggle and act like he's given you a giant compliment. 

"What? No," you scoff and move over to straddle his thighs. "It's you saying weirdly obsessed as if you're not the single hottest person I've ever met. How dare you?"

Seungcheol licks his lips and looks down to watch at what he thought was you making a move to ride his cock like you said you would. But no, you adjust your position at the last second and sit right on his left thigh. 

"You're so fucking wet," he comments, voice thick with arousal and awe. His mouth drops open a little when you drag your slick pussy over his thigh and smear wetness over bare skin. "Fuck," 

"This is what you do to me, Cheolie," you complain and wrap your hand around his cock roughly. He groans and tips his head forward, thunking his forehead on your shoulder as you jerk him in time with the drag of your pussy up and down his thigh while he tenses it to make his muscles bulge and give you something firmer to grind your clit down on. 

It feels better than you could’ve imagined and you’ve fantasised about riding Seungcheol’s beefy thighs more times than you can count.

"You're so fucking shameless," he grunts after a moment of just watching your movements. You're torturing him with the too-rough, slow pull of your palm against his cock, never close enough to the top to catch any of the precum that's starting to dribble down the side. 

"For you, not anyone else," 

"You're going to give me a giant head," 

"It'll match your cock." 

Seungcheol huffs a laugh and lifts his head to look at you. "You gonna sit on it then?" 

"I'd love to, but you didn't actually say you're okay with not using a condom. I know you always do with those women." 

"You're not them," it's perhaps the softest fucking thing Seungcheol has ever said to you. Your movements slow to a stop as you stare at him in surprise. "I trust you with every fucking aspect of the gang, trust you to back me up more than I do anyone else. You think I'd put my life in your hands and not the health of my dick?" He scoffs. "I trust you to not do this if you have anything you could pass on and I know I sure as fuck don't." 

"And what if you knock me up?" Seungcheol raises his eyebrows at you bewilderedly, barely even noticing that you've stopped grinding on his thigh and have moved over to hover over his cock. "What?" 

Seungcheol opens his mouth to respond but you decide to drop down onto his cock, letting his thick length split you open harshly as you both moan at the sudden friction. "Fuck!" He exclaims, head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. "You-you fucking idiot," he lifts his head to look at you. "You didn't even take it slow! You could get fucking hurt!" 

"Good, I like it," you smirk, proud of yourself for getting the usually so put-together man so worked up. There's something beautifully wild in his dark eyes and a pretty pink smeared over his cheeks. 

You really wish you hadn’t left your phone in your trousers, you’d love to take a photo of him right now. You’d put it as your lock screen and he’d probably threaten to beat your ass if you don’t remove it, yet he never follows through with his threats to you.

"You're fucking crazy," 

"Yep." You grin and grind down against him, breath catching as his cock presses against multiple sensitive spots inside you that has you repeating the swirl of your hips again and again and again.

"Fu-fuck, just ride me, shit," he groans, trying to urge you to bounce by thrusting his hips up against you. 

"Don't you like this?" You pout at him, faux-offended and keep at it. You know he likes it. It's clear by the tightness of his expression; the pleasure is clear in his furrowed brows and tense jaw, shoulders pressed back against the seat and biceps bulging as he tries to free himself from the cuffs. 

You really hope he doesn't break them, you really fucking like him like this. Then again, the thought of Seungcheol using his stupidly beefy arms to break free from his binds so that he can grab your hips and force you to take the pummelling of his giant dick against your pussy walls, well that's a real fucking nice thought. 

It makes you clench down on him and he moans, head tipping back and showing you the unblemished expanse of his throat. You wonder if he'd let you bite him. 

"Can I bite you?" You ask, falling still. 

"What the fuck?" He looks at you as if you're insane. Which, not exactly a new expression on the man when he's faced with you. But this time he looks utterly offended too. 

"Is that a no?" You pout.

"I don't give a fuck, just keep going!" He demands, looking crazed. 

"Can I kiss you too?" Seungcheol rolls his eyes and instead of verbally responding he tilts forward to crash his lips to yours, desperation urging him to kiss you in such a filthy way that your pussy throbs. 

"Bounce," he growls against your lips before letting out a string of almost whispered praise when you obey and start to lift and drop yourself, finally riding his cock like both of you have been wanting for admittedly, longer than he's been in cuffs.

To your surprise, Seungcheol keeps kissing you and chases your lips every time you lean back or turn your head for breath, or just because you think he probably wants to stop and focus on your pussy dragging up and down his cock, soaking him with every wet smack of your thighs against his. 

"Che-cheol," you pant out, knotting your fingers in his head to force him back and allow you to actually breathe. He moans deeply and his eyes roll back. Very interesting reaction indeed. 

You never took Seungcheol to like having his hair pulled, but the filthy moans he lets out every time you experimentally tighten or yank on the strands now you've got the idea in your head, tell you that the man really fucking likes it. Not even mentioning how he fucks up into you harder every time too. 

"Good boy," you compliment breathlessly, looking down at his cock sliding into you as you pretty much just hover over him now, more interested in finding out what makes him tick and turns him on than actually riding him. Not that you need to when he's doing a good enough job fucking you even with his arms restrained. 

You just know he'd ruin you if he had full use of his body. He'd ruin you and you'd thank him for it and ask to repeat it every fucking day. He could break your hips and you'd thank him. 

"Oh, fuck I-I'm gonna cum," he warns making your eyes widen in alarm.

"No!" 

Seungcheol opens his eyes to look at you with equally as wide eyes yet doesn't stop fucking into you. "The fuck you mean no?" 

"You can't cum yet! I'm not done!" 

"I'm gonna-" 

"No!" 

"Fuck," his eyes roll back and he lets out a string of porn-worthy moans as he jerks up into you a few times harshly while filling you with cum. 

You can only gawp at him in disbelief, one hand still in his hair and the other braced on his heaving chest. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" You exclaim, slapping his chest as he slouches against the seat while trying to catch his breath back. "You useless man!" You pinch his nipple where it's pressing against his t-shirt making him yelp and shoot his eyes open to look at you.

"What the fuck?" 

"What kind of a gang boss are you, huh?" You berate, climbing off of him and wincing at the feel of his softening cock slipping out of you, trailing cum with it. You don't even care that it's getting all over him and the seats as you move. "To bust in minutes, you that pussy whipped, Choi Seungcheol?" You tut and shove him down on the seats. 

"Ow, you fucking-" he cuts off, awkwardly wriggling to get on his back instead of laying painfully on his right shoulder. "I'm gonna beat your ass as soon as these cuffs are off, bitch," he warns, watching you with dark eyes, half warning, half aroused, as you clamber over his body. 

"Ooh, call me more names, my likey," you wiggle your eyebrows at him as you plant your knees either side of his face. 

It visibly takes everything in Seungcheol to keep his eyes on your face and not look at your pussy that's inches from his face and dripping cum down your slick inner-thighs. "You're clinically fucking insane, aren't you?" 

"I work for you, comes with the job," you coo, leaning over to plant your left hand on the door above his head to get your balance, your right hand knotting into his hair making him let out a groan that travels through your body as your pussy meets his parted lips. "Now, make me cum like a good boy, Cheolie," 

To your utter delight, the words are barely out of your mouth before Seungcheol's tongue is dragging through your folds, uncaring that he's swallowing down his own cum as he enthusiastically starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Honestly, you've never seen Seungcheol do this. You've never known if he's the type of man to eat pussy and if so, if he does it as a means to get his dick wet or because he actually enjoys it. But now? Now you fucking know. 

Seungcheol is making more noise than you are as he greedily laps and sucks at your pussy, alternating between thrusting his tongue into your hole and suckling on your clit. You swear, the man is determined to suck your soul out through your clit, he's not gentle about it at all but you can't lie, you really fucking enjoy the rough, messy actions.

"T-that's it," you encourage when his tongue is back inside of you as deep as he can get it to lick at your inner walls greedily, nose grinding against your clit with every movement of his head and his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

His face is buried so deep between your thighs that you're positive he can't breathe but even when you loosen your hold on his hair and stop moving your hips against his face to let him have space, he dives in even deeper somehow. 

The pure unfiltered enthusiasm he devours your pussy with sends you hurtling to a powerful orgasm that takes you a bit by surprise when he gets a little too into it and his teeth drag over your skin. You didn't know you like that, but now you certainly do as you shudder and gasp over him, fingers tightening in his hair and letting the vibration of his groans and moans help ride you through as you smother him in your pussy. 

Your legs feel like jelly when you shakily clamber off of his face and drop to sit on his still exposed thighs. His cock is making a valiant effort to get hard again. It's very distracting but you're both breathing too hard and trying to remember how to get air into your lungs to even consider going for round two. Well, mostly. 

"Please tell me you have a key for these," Seungcheol says once he's caught his breath a few minutes later, still laid back with his eyes closed. 

"No," you snigger at the pissed off look he gives you as he lifts his head enough to look at you. "Since when have I needed keys to open locks?" 

"Good point," he drops back down, though immediately lifts his head again when you dance your fingers teasingly over his semi-erect dick. "Don't." 

"Why not?" You pout and wrap your hand around his cock, thumbing at the head a little harshly but he clearly likes it judging by the way he gets harder in your hold and hisses, hips pushing up automatically to encourage you.

"Because I'll fucking dislocate my shoulders," he points out, trying to roll his shoulders but not really doing a good job thanks to his forced position. "And I can't hold you down and fuck you if my arms don't fucking work, can I?" 

"You actually want to do that?" 

"Always have," he shrugs and slumps in relief when you let go of him and shuffle back. 

"No, you've never wanted to fuck me." You frown confusedly at him as he sits up with a few little grunts from the effort and release of pressure against his arms from being laid on them. 

"I've always wanted to fuck your insane ass, which I guess makes me insane too. I know you're into some fucked up shit, I've seen the porn you watch." 

"Don't kinkshame me," 

"Don't fucking use my computer to watch porn then!" 

"But your office chair is big enough that I can spread my legs comfortably on to touch myself." 

"You've masturbated in my office chair?" He deadpans, looking unimpressed. Yet when you nod in confirmation, you notice the flicker of arousal in his gaze. "Great, now I'm going to be thinking about that when I'm supposed to be working." 

"You can always call me and I'll happily sit under your desk with your cock in my mouth, keep it warm and ready to sit on when you're done working." 

"This is why I never fucking let you know." He shuffles towards the still open door, making you back out until you're standing on still slightly trembling legs. "Knew I'd never be able to stop once I had you." Seungcheol gets out of the car and turns his back to you. "Get these off me so I can bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk." 

"Don't need to tell me twice," you quickly grab your lock-picking set from your trouser pocket before kneeling down behind Seungcheol to unpick the cuffs. 

It takes you longer than it should to pick the lock because you're very distracted by his bare, plump ass right in front of your face. As soon as he moves his hands to roll his shoulders and rub his red-raw wrists, you lean forward and bite his asscheek.

"What the fuck?!" He shrieks, jolting away and turning to face you with wide eyes and red cheeks. "Did you just bite my ass?" 

"Yes," your confirmation is utterly shameless as you stare up at him from still on your knees. 

Seungcheol stares back at you for a moment, before sliding his hand into your hair and tugging you forward, smirking as your mouth opens wide to accept his cock without question or complaint. 

"Good girl," he breathes out as you immediately start to suck and lick at him, humming and making appreciative noises at having his cock in your mouth finally. It's only taken five years.

Though Seungcheol doesn't let you enjoy him as thoroughly as you'd like. As soon as his tip touches your throat at your attempt to start deepthroating him, he pulls you off and yanks you up. 

You're not given time to even complain or whine, or beg for his cock back, before he's got you with your hands on the roof of the car and chest bowing into the open doorway so that he can grind his cock against your still sopping wet pussy. 

"You never explained the knocked up comment," he informs as he crowds up against your back, one big hand holding your wrists by the edge of the roof and the other gripping your hip tight. 

"What?" 

"You said about me getting you knocked up." 

"And?" 

"We both got done, on the same fucking day, remember? We’re medically infertile," He nips at your earlobe on the harder side and grins smugly when your breath catches and you press back against his cock. 

"Never heard of a breeding kink, Cheolie?" 

"Huh, you're into that?" 

"I'm into anything if it's you." 

He pauses his movements, lips parted against your ear for a few seconds before he suddenly lets go of your hip and pulls his own back to grab his cock and lead it to your entrance. He feeds it into you just far enough that he can let go and take your hip back into his hold before he thrusts forward, burying his cock into you in one quick, hard thrust. It jolts you forward and makes you moan loudly.

"Gonna fill you up every fucking day, baby," he promises, sounding far more affected than he did moments ago. "Gonna fill you with my cum until it sticks. Gonna breed you so fucking good, yeah?" 

"Fuck, yeah, yeah, fuck me full, Cheolie," you agree, nodding madly and arching your back to push back against him while widening your stance to get him deeper, even if it means you have to push up onto your tiptoes to account for the height difference. 

"That's my good fucking girl," he approves, pushing your shirt up and holding it at your waist to give him full view of your ass as he begins to fuck into you harshly. 

Honestly, you have no idea if you're truly alone in the warehouse, you know that various gang members use the warehouses for meets and their own trysts but you do not give a single flying fuck. 

You moan loud and shameless as Seungcheol fucks all thoughts from your head. He clearly doesn't care if anyone hears either, he moans and grunts without care, growling dirty words at you that you can barely babble a response at with the quickly growing pleasure in your body. 

“Never letting anyone touch this pussy again,” he declares in amongst his moans and panting, not slowing down once in his determination to ruin you. “You’re mine, understand?” 

You nod rapidly but can’t answer as that ball of pleasure in your belly clenches so tightly at his possessive words. As soon as his palm comes down on your ass with the intention of prompting you to verbally respond, that ball bursts; sending pleasure through your whole body and making your consistent moans turn higher in pitch, babbling his name repeatedly as your pussy convulses around his still-pistoning cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fucking into you a few more times before he slows to a gradual stop. You can feel that he’s still hard within you and whine a little, pushing your hips back against him to try and get him back to work. “You’re shaking,” he points out, pulling out and carefully helping you down onto flat feet, taking some pressure off of your thighs. You melt back against him when he winds his arms around your waist supportively and kisses your head. 

The two of you remain like that for a few minutes as you catch your breath back and your body stops shaking like a fucking leaf. 

“You okay?” He asks softly, lips trailing over your cheek and temple. It’s much too tender. You like it, yeah, but you hadn’t been prepared for the care he’s giving you. 

He has always cussed at you and called you names with disturbed expressions. You’ve never cared about that, the names and harsh words have truly never bothered you and amused you more than anything. Seungcheol has never actually hurt you even when he’s slapped you away from him or thrown items at you, he has always purposely near-missed you. His aim is too good to unintentionally miss you all the time.

But this, the fingers trailing over you mindlessly, the lips brushing against your skin and the words spoken in a fond voice you’ve never fucking heard the man use, well that’s a lot to take in.

“No,” you reply.

“Oh, what can I do? Did I hurt-” 

“You can go back to fucking me,” 

“You’re still shaking,” 

“That’s because you were doing a good job! Gold star Seungcheol!” 

“What happened to Cheolie?” 

“You don’t even fucking like it!” You groan and wriggle out of his arms with every intention of pushing him away and getting your clothes back on but he pulls you right back in, chest to chest and looks at you so devastatingly fucking adoringly your breath catches in your throat in a giant ball of what the fuck Choi Seungcheol.

“I like it,” he murmurs. “I like it because it’s you. I just…couldn’t let you know that.” 

“And now you can? You fucked me and now suddenly everything changes?” 

“You wanted things to be the same?” He frowns, hurt trickling onto his expression as his arms fall away from you. 

“I thought it was just sex,” you admit.

“Right,” he scoffs, yanking his boxers and jeans up as he steps away from you, dick sadly deflated despite being hard and pressed against your ass a minute ago. “See this is why I never fucking wanted this!” He exclaims, turning angry now as he reaches down to grab your panties and trousers to toss at you harshly. You wince when the police-issue gun and holster smack into your ribs. 

Seungcheol pauses for a split second noticing that he hurt you but then he carries on, throwing your boots at you next. You don’t even bother trying to catch them and let them collide painfully with your thighs then topple down, the hard edges of the soles sending pain through the tops of your feet.

“Why are you just fucking standing there?!” He snaps, stalking over to yank the items from your hands and get to his knees to roughly force your feet into the trousers and panties at once. 

“Seungcheol-” 

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps. For the first time, you listen to him.

A few minutes later, you’re in the passenger seat of the car as Seungcheol drives recklessly through the back streets. You don’t even have it in you to tell him to slow down because you both would get arrested and you don’t think even his lawyers could talk him out of getting locked up for driving a fake police car with fake licence plates and over the speed limits without either of you wearing seat belts.

He drives to a side street behind his apartment building and doesn’t even put the car in park, just stops it and gets out, slamming the door behind him before storming off. You take it for the harsh dismissal it is and climb over the centre console to get into the drivers’ seat to head off.

For the first time in years, you don’t see Seungcheol for days. You don’t think it’s wise to test him right now. You still don’t think he’d hurt you, but you think your presence would hurt him and you don’t want that. 

Despite what Seungcheol obviously thinks, and with good reason too because you didn’t say anything otherwise, you do care about the man. A hell of a fucking lot. 

It wasn’t instant, there wasn’t a moment where your eyes locked across the table on that set-up blind-date between you that was really both of your little groups of criminals and deviants trying to get information on the other group. You had both clocked each other and although it could’ve gone badly, Seungcheol had asked you to team up on a job and the gang was born shortly after.

Your connection was about work from day one, but spending time with the man even when he told you to fuck off when you would jokingly hit on him, it kind of really gave you a giant fucking weak spot in the shape of his stupid, charming face. 

The relentless flirting and sexual remarks, although they are all genuine, became your way to hide the truth of your feelings. Lean into lust to hide the love. It just seems that it worked too fucking well. 

You had honestly forgotten that the flutter in your stomach when your eyes meet Seungcheol’s isn’t all lust; that it isn’t just horny little demons running rampant and trying to tell you to get his cock in you, but butterflies too. Excited, pretty little butterflies flapping their wings and trying to lift you up into the clouds to where you and Seungcheol can skip merrily through the meadows together hand in hand like that scene in Shrek before the villagers chased the ogres down with pitchforks. 

But that isn’t realistic. You can’t skip hand in hand through a meadow, mostly because Seungcheol has damaged his knees from throwing himself around too much to skip anywhere, though it would be funny to watch his hobbling attempt. 

Well, at least up until a few days ago you thought it wasn’t realistic. You didn’t think Seungcheol had anything but a respect for you as one of his gang members and a good fucking one too. He often turns to you to get shit done when others have failed or if it’s too risky, too important to send others in, you’re the one he goes to. You thought that’s all your relationship equates to.

But apparently, you haven’t paid enough attention to Seungcheol to have missed the man apparently having some kind of feelings for you. 

You’re not going to assume he’s in love with you, it’s now obvious to you that he holds some kind of candle for you, but you’re not naive or hopeless enough to assume his tender touches that turned to hurt anger, to be love.

Choi Seungcheol likes you. Romantically. Sexually too. That part was great, top marks. Gold star indeed. If that’s all it had been, you’re pretty sure you’d have been spread over his desk every day since or tucked under it like you offered to cockwarm him with your mouth. That would’ve been great.

But nope, feelings. And not the touching each other up kind of ones.

All in all, it’s a giant fucking shitshow and not in the way you purposely orchestrate for your own twisted amusement. You hope things will fix themselves shortly because you don’t know how much more of this you can handle. But honestly, you really don’t think they will.

“So,” Minghao starts as he invites himself to join you in the car you’ve borrowed for the fun of it. You look at him with noodles hanging out of your mouth and wide eyes. “What the fuck did you do to piss Seungcheol off so much?” 

“Me?” You garble around your food still hanging out of your mouth and pointing at your own chest. The look the man gives you is utterly disgusted and it makes you snigger before you actually chew and swallow your food. “Why do you assume I did something to piss him off?” 

“Maybe the fact you haven’t been around in a week and every time I’ve suggested he asks for your help like we need, he pretends to have never heard of you while breaking yet another fucking pen in his fist.”

“Sounds like you need to stop getting cheap pens,” you mutter, reaching for your drink in the cup holder but he takes it. 

You watch as Minghao noisily slurps up the liquid through the straw, defiantly holding eye contact with you. But then he gags and quickly puts the cup in your awaiting hand so that he can turn, open the car door and spit the drink out onto the parking lot of the restaurant you’re parked in to enjoy your lunch. 

“What the fuck is in that?!” He shrieks when he’s done sputtering, turning to look at you with wide eyes behind his wire-framed glasses. 

“Coke,”

“That is not coke,” 

“Both kinds, and mint schnapps,” 

“I fucking hate you.” 

“Valid.” You nod and slurp at your unholy concoction. 

It wasn’t even your choice, you accidentally dropped a badly sealed baggie of the white powder into your cup when you tipped the contents of the hip flask from the glovebox into the cup. You had assumed it was whiskey or vodka or something normal, not fucking mint schnapps of all things. That’s what you get for tipping out the contents of a stolen hip flask from a stolen car into your drink without at least giving it a cursory sniff-test first. 

Minghao watches you with something like fear on his features as you don’t even flinch at the truly disgusting flavour that coats your tongue. You’ve had worse things in your mouth, you can say that much. 

Mostly thanks to Soonyoung’s own habit of shoving any food and drink into his mouth to consume like some kind of tastebud-less heathen. There’s probably a reason you’ve been friends for so long. One that doesn’t involve a bloodpact you made as idiot children that you’re both too stubborn to turn your back on first.

“So, what did you do? Ask to put something questionable in his ass?” Minghao soldiers on as he steals the unopened chocolate bar from the dashboard to open and bite into, looking very relieved at having the haunting taste of your drink covered by the sweet on his tongue. “Ask him to put something questionable in your ass?” 

“No,” you scoff, poking at your noodles with your chopsticks.

Minghao pauses in his rapid chewing to watch you consideringly. He’s never seen you like this, like you have actual human emotions beside lust and maniacal joy at making others suffer in various ways borne of your chaotic ideas. 

“It’s serious,” he realises in a mutter. You shrug and give up with your lunch, suddenly not hungry for it and pass it over to him so that you can start the car up. “What happened?” 

“What’s the job?” You ask as you drive out of the lot in a way that closes the car door he hadn’t fully closed. The slam of the door makes Minghao jolt, he had forgotten it was even open and rolls his eyes a little at you not asking him to shut it before driving off. 

“He’s dealing with it,” 

“That’s stupid if you think I should be doing it.” 

“Yeah, well, according to him, you don’t exist so he’s the best chance.” 

“If you wanted to send me in, that means it requires a delicate touch-” 

“You set a warehouse on fire last month, that’s not a delicate touch.” 

“That wasn’t for a job, that was for fun, leave me alone.” 

“You…whatever. He can handle the job, it’s just a different direction than you’d take.” 

“Has he gone in fists swinging?” 

“No. He’s seducing someone for information.” 

“Ah, dick swinging,” you mutter, feeling a sourness in your chest and rising up your throat. You’ve not felt this before when you’ve heard of Seungcheol seducing someone to get the job done. 

You haven’t even felt it when you’ve literally walked in on him balls-deep in some woman over his desk; you would just stand there until he noticed you, then annoy him by dragging out whatever it was you turned up for. It was all fun and games. This burning tickling your throat isn’t.

Jealousy is not something you’re familiar with and you immediately decide you hate it.

“You know he doesn’t…” he trails off, expression twisting as he recalls something based on his expression. “Well, usually he doesn’t fuck his marks but-” 

“What?!” You exclaim, slamming on the breaks and looking at Minghao with crazed eyes. 

Minghao yells which only grows when a car audibly swerves behind you to not rear-end you. “Fucking drive you idiot!” 

“He’s fucked the mark?” You ask, voice eerily level in a way that makes Minghao look at you and swallow thickly. 

For the first time, Minghao is genuinely scared of you. He knows you are an unhinged, unrelenting mess at the best of times and in a way, you do always scare him because he never knows what you’re going to do. You could easily hurt him or anyone but you haven’t, you’re usually too busy making sexual remarks to Seungcheol, or someone about Seungcheol, loudly enough that the man himself can clearly hear. 

And Minghao knows you’re a competent fighter, he’s seen proof of it but he’s never seen you fight yourself. He’s never seen you look so serious and pissed before either.

The carnage he’s seen the after effects of, the destruction you’ve caused, yet you’ve always had a grin on your face afterwards as if you’ve just been to an amusement park and had the time of your life splattered with blood. He knows how much damage you can cause in a good mood. So Minghao is genuinely terrified of what hell you can create when you’re in a foul mood, and right now? He thinks you would burn the world down and anyone who gets in your way.

“He-he hasn’t but he said he will if he needs to.” 

“Where is he?” 

The apartment you let yourself into is familiar and really not where you expected to end up when Minghao had given you his phone to let you use the app he and Seungcheol use to track each other. You hadn’t known about this app and you can only assume Seungcheol had made sure you didn’t know so that you couldn’t use it to stalk him. Which…valid worry. You definitely would’ve stalked him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You demand as you step into the living room and find Seungcheol slouched on the couch with a glass of whiskey in one hand, the bottle in the other and balanced on his thick thigh. 

“This is my home,” he points out. “The fuck are you doing here?” 

“Where is she?” You ask, peering around before inviting yourself to walk through the apartment, slamming open doors to rooms as you go in search of the woman Seungcheol was seducing for information. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He retorts, following after you once he’s put the glass and bottle down on the coffee table. “Who?” 

“The mark, Hao said you were planning to fuck her for information.” 

“And you thought I’d bring her here?” 

“Well how the fuck should I know?!” You turn to face him. “You don’t fuck your marks, Seungcheol! But you were going to, or have…” You eye him over, black shirt unbuttoned to his chest tucked into black trousers that show off his thick thighs and plump ass. Trousers you’ve told him you hold he never stops wearing, and then he promptly did stop to your disappointment. At least you thought he had. 

“I didn’t,” he replies, shoving his hands into his pockets after they twitch at his sides.

“No?” You lift your gaze up to meet his eyes, or at least try to but he’s pointedly looking at the wall beside your left shoulder. “Did you get what you needed without fucking her?” 

“No,” he admits and tenses his jaw a few times.

“Then what?” 

“I don’t want to fuck her! I thought I could do it but I can’t.” He huffs and turns to storm back to the living room. Of course, you follow and watch as he downs the contents of his glass before pouring out more. 

“Why did you suddenly think you could when you’ve never wanted to fuck for a job? You said that to me before, that you don’t ever want to fuck for work.” 

“Because…it doesn’t fucking matter,”

“Obviously it does.” You walk over and take the glass from him after he’s swallowed down the contents again. “This isn’t you, Seungcheol. I’m the one who drinks at 1pm, not you.” 

“Well maybe I should be allowed to be the fucked up asshole for once, huh?” He stares down at you darkly. “Why are you allowed to be a fuck up and I can’t?” 

“Because you’re better than me, you always have been.” You pick up the bottle and turn to take it to the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologises as he follows you. “I don’t mean that, you’re not a fuck up.” 

“I am, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it, Seungcheol so-” 

“Please stop calling me that,” he breathes out. 

You finish putting the lid on the bottle and put it in the liquor cabinet before putting the dirty glass in the dishwasher, and then you turn to look at him while leaning back against the counter behind you with your arms crossed loosely over your chest. 

He looks…sad. You hate it.

“That’s your name, that’s what everyone calls you. That’s what you’ve been trying to get me to call you for years.” 

“And you never fucking listened. Can’t…can’t we go back to that?” 

“I don’t know, can we?” 

Seungcheol does nothing but look at you for what feels like more than enough time for him to come to a definite answer hours ago. But he just keeps looking at you with those giant sad fucking eyes and his fingers gripping the edge of the island counter in front of him as if he needs to hold on to something and what he wants to hold isn’t in reach. 

“I can try,” he offers. “Can you?” 

“I’m not the one who has been denying the other’s existence,” 

“You’re not the one who got their heart broken,” he retorts sharply before taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes. A clear sign of trying to calm himself. “No, I can’t, I can’t do this,” he decides, opening his eyes to land them back on you. “You need to leave.” 

“For how long?” 

“This is my apartment-” 

“That’s not what I meant,” you uncross your arms and walk the few steps to the island in front of you, on Seungcheol’s adjacent right and close enough that either of you could easily reach out and touch. Neither of you do. “I’ll leave your apartment, I won’t argue about leaving now. But I need to know if this is the end of everything, Seungcheol. The past five years of working together, does it end now?” 

“Is that all you care about? The fucking gang? Not our relationship? But the fucking gang?” 

“That is our relationship,” you give him a bewildered look. “Before last week there’s never been anything but the gang.” 

“You’re serious,” he mutters in disbelief. 

“Well, yeah,”

“Get out.” 

“That doesn’t answer-” 

“Are you seriously that fucking stupid?!” He snaps, poking his own head. “You got nothing going on up here past work, huh?” 

You just stare at him, not sure how to respond because admittedly, the things he’s been saying to you today have been hurting. Five years of insults and degrading names hasn’t once bothered you. But he’s never said hurtful things like this before.

“How Soonyoung has put up with you for so fucking long is beyond me.” He scoffs and steps back, away from you with a nasty expression on his face, eyes dark and cold in a way he has never looked at you. “He must be as fucking stupid as you.” 

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that,” you warn, your own expression turning hard in defence of your best friend. “Say whatever you want about me but do not say a bad word against him.” 

“Why not? Hurt your feelings?” He taunts. “Didn’t know you have those. Sure fucking fooled me.” 

“Of course I have feelings, you dick, some of us just know how to keep them to ourselves and not let them rule our mouths.” 

“Well you’ve kept yours really fucking close, great fucking job there. Gold fucking star. You’ve kept to yourself so much nobody knows shit about how you feel. I thought I did but obviously I was fucking wrong.” He turns to walk off yet turns back around and stalks right back to lean his palms on the counter and stare intently at you. “Just tell me this, did I ever mean fucking anything to you? Did you ever even think of me as a friend? I thought you did but you’ve dismissed this so fucking easily, you’re so fucking willing to walk away and only ask about the gang that I’m pretty sure I’ve been a naive fucking idiot this whole time.” 

“Friends?” You mumble in surprise because honestly, you’ve never thought of Seungcheol as your friend. You’ve never tried to name what he is to you but you’re not sure you could if you tried. 

Soonyoung is your friend, even Minghao you’d consider a friend. But Seungcheol? Perhaps at one point you could’ve thought of him in such a way but now you’ve been pushing down your true feelings for him for so long that you don’t even know how to classify him. Friend doesn’t feel right. 

“Yes, friends, you know, people you like being around, people you can talk to about stuff other than work, get a drink with and have fun with.” 

“Have we ever done any of that?” You genuinely wonder quietly. 

You watch as the realisation dawns on Seungcheol and his anger melts into something pained. “No,” he admits quietly. “We haven’t.”

“Well, I guess there’s the answer,” you mumble, chest aching at what you know this means. That you and Seungcheol have never truly had a relationship of any kind outside of work. You’ve never realised that before, never before had to consider what that means. You wish you had, maybe then things now would be different.

“Right,” he huffs a humourless laugh as he backs up, eyes looking anywhere but you even as he turns. “Show yourself out and don’t…don’t come back.” 

You can’t be certain, he talks too quietly and moves out of the kitchen and down the hall too quickly, but you think you catch the glint of tears on his cheeks.

Weeks pass as you go about your life, as you try to make a new life without Seungcheol or his gang playing such a pivotal part in it. You listened to his wishes, you left and didn’t return, you deleted his number and told Minghao it’s probably wise if he tells everyone that you’ve left the gang and won’t return; and then you deleted and blocked all of their numbers too once they started calling and texting to ask what the fuck happened.

Soonyoung didn’t know what happened at first, but he loyally left the gang too and then you both decided to just get new numbers to avoid the hassle of blocking everyone you’ve ever known in relation to the gang.

And then they started to turn up at your apartments so you packed up and left the city and Soonyoung still didn’t ask what happened. 

Of course, you did tell him though. You told him everything that happened with you and Seungcheol and had to talk Soonyoung down from driving back to the city to try and beat up Seungcheol for the things he said to you in his apartment. 

Try being the keyword, because although Soonyoung is more than a competent fighter and plenty strong enough, one of Seungcheol’s biceps is likely bigger than Soonyoung’s head. 

But Soonyoung did calm enough to slap you around the head and call you an idiot for not telling Seungcheol the truth about your feelings when the man was clearly trying to start a relationship with you after fucking you dumb. You argue that the man had just fucked you dumb so your brain wasn’t working. Soonyoung said your brain doesn’t work full stop. Which…is kind of valid, at least where human relationships are involved.

And that leads us to your new life with your best friend in another town a two hour drive from the city and where Soonyoung has already made friends with a man who it took Soonyoung a worryingly long time to realise is a hooker. 

You quite like his new friend and like to play bodyguard with Soonyoung when Junhui dresses up in expensive clothes to bag expensive clients his pimp sends him to meet. Junhui loves it too; having the two of you dressed up in suits and following behind him to keep him safe. He doesn’t even mind that you both stay at the edge of the room when he gets to work.

“This guy is a friend of Jeonghan’s,” Junhui explains from the backseat of the fancy car you can proudly say you didn’t even steal. Soonyoung stole it. You’re so proud of him. 

“Which is why daddy Hannie is joining,” Soonyoung hums in understanding, nodding his head and almost hitting a lamppost before swerving at the last second after peering over the top of his dark sunglasses. 

“Remove the fucking glasses, Soonyoung,” Jeonghan, Junhui’s pimp, sighs from Junhui’s right with both hands gripping the leather seats under him. Which is very understandable. “And please stop lying to me that you have your driver’s licence.”

“Told you it’s obvious,” you mutter to your best friend who slaps your tit as he childishly mocks you. So you backhand him in the dick making him groan and double over, one hand over his crotch and his other arm hugging the steering wheel he’s leaning his chest against while biting the top of it in pain. 

Junhui sniggers at the antics between you and your best friend, as amused as he ever is by you two. While Jeonghan, not for the first time, wonders what kind of circus Junhui found the pair of you in and if they’d take you back.

“So, what’s the deal with this dude?” You ask a few minutes later when Soonyoung parks over three spaces in the hotel parking lot and Junhui cheers at Soonyoung remembering to apply the breaks in time for once. 

“He’s an old friend in town for business and wants to sweeten the guy he’s meeting tonight, so he asked me to bring my best.” Jeonghan replies while checking he has everything in his pockets by patting his clothing down thoroughly. 

“Aw, Junnie, you’re daddy’s best,” Soonyoung coos, grinning over at Junhui who preens proudly. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to call me daddy, Soonyoung. I said that to her, not you.” The pimp points out as you all get out of the car. 

“What’s hers is mine and mine is hers,” your best friend replies airily. 

“You’re married?” 

“What? Ew, gross, no,” Soonyoung retches and then stumbles when you shove him. He collides with the wall of the hotel making you snort a laugh, until he turns and you notice his glasses are broken and can see his unimpressed glare through the missing section of the lens. “I just got these!” He exclaims, taking off the sunglasses and tosses them into the bushes. 

“I’ll get you another pair,” 

“Better do. I want Gucci ones,” 

“I’ll see what I can do,” 

When Jeonghan looks over at the pair of you in the elevator up to the penthouse suite, he has to do a double take at the Gucci sunglasses perched on Soonyoung’s nose. “Where did you get those?” Soonyoung points at you. Jeonghan gives you a flat look. “Well?” 

“They were just sitting there,” you shrug. 

“Where?” 

You stare back at Jeonghan, making your expression innocent knowing how much Jeonghan hates it when you pickpocket people for the fun of it. “Some guy’s head,” 

“You stole sunglasses while someone was wearing them?” 

“It was really impressive,” Soonyoung nods, entirely missing the point of Jeonghan’s gawping. “Jun’s really good at distracting, they make a good team.” 

“You fucking helped?” Jeonghan gawps at Junhui who just smiles sweetly at his pimp. “I’m banning you from hanging out with them.” 

“You’re my daddy not my father,” Junhui scoffs. 

Jeonghan clearly wants to argue more but the ding echoes in the metal box signalling you’ve arrived at the suite, so he just takes a breath and schools his expression in an impressively short time while the doors open. 

Then you four step out into the little lobby before the suite entrance doors and you swear, recognising the suited men standing guard outside of the suite. 

“Oh, fuck,” Soonyoung whispers. 

“You assholes!” One of the men exclaims, stalking over to flying-kick Soonyoung in the back of his thigh. “You fucking ghosted us!” 

“Ow, ow, Kwan, stop it!” Soonyoung cries out, trying to stop Seungkwan’s furious kicks and slaps. “I need my legs to protect my slut!” 

“Hey!” Junhui exclaims and slaps Soonyoung too. “I am not yours.” 

“Ow, attack her!” Soonyoung tries to shove Seungkwan over to you but he takes one look at you and shrinks back before going back to hitting Soonyoung while hissing that you scare him too much to try to hit. 

“Were you part of the gang?” Jeonghan asks, looking at you. 

“You could say that,” you murmur and look over to the grand double doors then back to him. “You’re meeting Seungcheol?” 

“Yes,” 

“We shouldn’t be there, me especially.” 

“Do you owe him money?” 

“No, nothing like that we just…aren’t on good terms, I guess you could say.” 

“Yeah, what happened anyway?” Seungkwan wonders, suddenly at your side and linking his arm with yours. “What’s the gossip?” 

“I assume you enjoy having the use of your hands,” you speak, raising an eyebrow at Seungkwan who backs away with his hands held up in surrender. “Good boy.” 

“How much issue would it cause to take you in there?” Jeonghan asks, looking between you, Soonyoung, Junhui and his watch then the doors and back again.

“Oh, a shit ton,” Soonyoung answers with a hum. “We moved two hours away for a reason,” he face falls and he looks at you with a sad pout. “Do we have to move again now that they know where we live?” 

“No!” Junhui whines, wrapping his arms around you. “You have to stay. You’re my bodyguards! I feel so much safer with you watching over me and I like having you watch too!” 

“You can discuss this later, we need to meet Seungcheol before he gets sulky at us for being late,” Jeonghan sighs, tugging Junhui to his side. “You two wait out here. I’ll have to discuss this with Seungcheol to see if he will be against you doing what I fucking pay you for.” 

“You pay us?” Soonyoung mutters confusedly while you just nod at Jeonghan in agreement so he and Junhui go into the room. “He pays us?” 

It all goes a lot better than you expect. You don’t even need to be in the same room as Seungcheol and, in fact, you don’t even see him until 3 am the next morning when you’re pulling him off of the man he was supposed to be making a business contract with but apparently, Seungcheol found it necessary to beat the shit out of him in the hotel lobby.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask once you’ve got Seungcheol outside and around the side of the building. He’s seething, blood smeared over his hands and splattered on his face. “You were supposed to be making an ally and I thought it was going well! What the fuck happened?!” 

“You! It’s always fucking you!” Seungcheol turns to you and puts a hand on your upper chest to roughly pin you against the wall. You let him. “It was going well until he fucking- why are you even here? You’re not a bodyguard!” 

“Yes I am,” you frown. “I’m here to keep Junhui safe and I’m good at it.” 

“Not in the eyes of assholes like that. You’re just more eye candy bastards like him think they can have. “

“Is that why you beat the shit out of him and ruined the past hours of work? Because he said some remarks about me?” You scoff. “I can handle that, Seungcheol, I-” You cut off when his hand is suddenly at your throat. He’s not squeezing or applying any pressure but it’s a solid warning that he could. 

You should probably be scared, but you’re not, even if the man looks utterly psychotic with blood smeared over him and wide eyes staring down at you. It’s probably really fucked up how hot you find it. 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he growls, crowding you further against the wall, getting so close that his thick thigh slots between yours and his left forearm leans on the wall above your head. “What’s my name?” You raise your eyebrow. “Well?” 

“Seungcheol,” your defiant response has his fingers curling around your throat and starting to cut off your air flow. It just makes your excitement grow and show in the sparkle of your eyes. 

“Try that again,” he warns in a murmur, moving even closer and pressing his thigh up against your crotch. “Go on,” 

“Seungcheol,” 

“Bitch,” and then he’s kissing you with the same desperation he first kissed you. His hold is firm around your throat and his thigh is already rubbing against you in a way that has you grinding down while gripping his waist in one hand and hip in the other over those fucking trousers that drive you insane. Well, more insane than you already are where Choi Seungcheol is involved.

“Uh,” of course, of fucking course it’s Soonyoung who interrupts you, making you both look at him with matching pissed off expressions. “We should go, that dude is getting taken to the hospital and the hotel is willing to look the other way thanks to Hannie, provided we all leave and you never show your face again here. Hannie and Jun have already gone.” 

“She’s coming with me,” Seungcheol informs. “You go.” 

“Can’t. Daddy’s banned me from driving,” 

“Then fucking walk, Soonyoung.”

“We live so far away,” Soonyoung whines. 

“I’m going to break his face if he doesn’t leave right fucking now,” Seungcheol warns as he looks at you. 

“Just drive, daddy’s gone,” you point out with a shrug. 

“Good point.” Soonyoung nods then turns and walks off just like that without another word or complaint. 

You hope he won’t crash on the way home or forget that he’s driving a stolen car meaning that he shouldn’t take it to your shared apartment. But you can never be too sure with Soonyoung. Oh well, he already knows you won’t visit him in jail, just like he wouldn’t you. Your bloodpact never said anything about prison after all. 

“This is stupid,” Minghao mutters, glancing over to where Seungcheol has a possessive arm around you in the lift of the hotel they’re staying in for the night, a much less fancy one than the meeting happened in. “You told her to leave and now you’ve fucking glued yourself to her and lost a lucrative deal to defend her honour or some bullshit.” 

“Did I ask for your opinion?” Seungcheol retorts, giving Minghao a look that his right hand just rolls his eyes at.

“Whatever, just don’t expect me to walk on eggshells around you anymore. You’re hurting yourself here and you know it.” 

“I’m the one who’s going to get choked,” you point out earning a disgusted look from Minghao. “What? I know you’re into choking, don’t look at me like that.” 

“How do you know what he’s into?” Seungcheol asks, looking between you. 

“How do you not know?” You scoff, looking at Seungcheol as if he’s the weird one. 

“Because I’ve never had sex with him,” 

“Neither have I.”

“Or watched him have sex,” 

“I haven’t…okay once or twice…maybe thrice…” Your expression twists thoughtfully as you try to recall every instance where you’ve watched Minghao have sex, intentionally or not. 

“What the fuck?!” Seungcheol glares at Minghao who holds up his hands placatingly.

“She’s a voyeur and I’m an exhibitionist, it just made sense when it happened. She usually walked in anyway. You know she has no sense of personal boundaries and invites herself wherever the fuck she wants to go.” 

“You should’ve stopped!” 

“You never did,” you point out and push away from the wall when the doors open and let the three of you enter the corridor. “You never stopped when I walked in on you.” 

“That’s different.” 

“How? Sex is sex.” 

“Right.” 

“And I’m leaving, quickly,” Minghao informs and all but runs down the hallway ahead of you two to get to his room. 

Seungcheol doesn’t say anything until you’re both in his hotel room en suite and he’s leaning back against the sink counter while you clean his split knuckles for him. “Is sex really just sex to you?” 

“What else would it be?” 

“It means nothing?” 

“Is it supposed to?” You raise an eyebrow at him when you lift your head to meet his gaze. He’s got that sad puppy look again that twists your heart painfully. “Don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like…” you sigh and focus back on his hand. “Why did you kiss me, Seungcheol?” 

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t want you to leave.” 

“And that means choking and kissing me?” 

“That’s what you want from me, right? Sex? Just meaningless fucking.” 

“No,” 

“Oh.” You don’t need to be looking at Seungcheol to know his expression has fallen further into depths that would drag painful claws across your pitiful little heart if you witness it. “You don’t want me anymore?” 

“I didn’t say that,” 

“Then what are you saying? I don’t know how to fucking read you, you know? I need you to talk to me. Every time I try to have an honest fucking conversation with you about this you just stare at me and break my heart without even saying a word, at least have the fucking balls to do it verbally this time.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you, it hurts me too, seeing you with that fucking kicked puppy dog look.” You give up cleaning his hand and toss the blood stained cloth into the sink to step back with your hands on your hips. “And I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. I’m fucking…emotionally incompetent!” 

“What?” 

“I don’t know, that’s what Soonyoung called me when I explained all this to him.” 

“Emotionally incompetent?” You nod. “Why did he call you that? I mean, he’s probably right but he’s usually the first to defend you, so for him to call you that means you fucked up.” 

“I hurt you, of course I fucked up.” 

“Not returning my feelings doesn’t mean-” 

“Cheol,” he immediately cuts off, eyes rounding out at the nickname you haven’t called him in so long. Granted, you haven’t seen him to call him anything in so long but the point still stands. “When did I actually say I don’t have feelings for you?” 

“You said we’re not even friends.” 

“We’re not, we might’ve been at one point years ago but…I can’t think of you like that. You…” you sigh and drop your arms to your sides. “You mean too much to me. I don’t know how to put any of it into words and I was too shocked that day at the warehouse to say anything. And then you got pissed off and threw shit at me and I just didn’t know how to navigate that. It was a lot.” 

“You didn’t even show your face after,” he pretty much whispers, hands gripping the counter either side of his hips to try and ground himself. It reminds you of the day in his kitchen, the last day you saw him, when he was holding the island so tightly to stop himself from reaching for you. “You could’ve come to me and explained and then we could’ve…things would be different.” 

“I thought giving you space would be best. I didn’t want to make you worse. I thought that space would help but Hao found me and said you were denying my fucking existance and planning to fuck a mark and obviously you weren’t any better with the space.” 

“I was a fucking wreck. I can’t do this, I can’t not have you there turning up to make remarks about my thighs or ass or whatever. I need you there by my side so come back, please.” 

“Just like that? I come back and things go back to how they were?” 

“No. You come back and we figure out what works for us.” 

“Sex works great, that was good.”

He chuckles and nods a little in agreement. “It was and I’d really fucking love to do that more, I’m sure you’ve probably got an endless list of fucked up shit you want to do to me.” 

“Oh, hell yeah I do,” you confirm, eyes widening as you think of your endless fantasies involving the man in front of you. “How do you feel about taxidermy?” 

“We’re not involving taxidermy into our sex life, no fucking way,” he replies firmly. “That’s a hard fucking no, you keep that in your freaky head.” 

“Noted. What about anal?” 

“You went from taxidermy to anal how exactly?” 

“Stuffing,” 

Seungcheol tries not to laugh but breaks into an amused smile and motions for you to get closer. “You’re seriously insane, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, we discovered this years ago, Cheolie,” 

“Mm,” he slides his hands onto your hips as he smiles at you in a soft kind of way that makes your heart race. 

“Cheol?” He hums. “Is…I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for years.” 

Seungcheol’s eyes widen in surprise before they soften back out and he takes a gentle hold of your face and presses a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” 

“Oh, really?” He nods and you grin happily at him. “That’s cool. We should get married or something.” 

“Fucking hell, you can’t just spring that on me,” he groans, hiding his blushing face into your neck as his arms wind around your waist to hold you close.

“But we’re in love, we love each other, why should we wait?” You’re genuinely confused and it makes him chuckle a little. “I’m serious, Cheol! Why should we wait to get married if that’s what’s going to happen anyway?”

“Alright, baby, let’s get married,” he agrees, straightening up, beaming at you so happily that you can’t help but smile back at him. “We’ll start arranging it as soon as we’re home, hm? But for now-” 

“Sex, lots of sex,” you finish for him. 

“I was going to say let’s sleep but you’re right, who even needs sleep?” He hoists you up with a cheeky grin while you giggle and wrap your arms and legs around him to make it easier for him to take you into the bedroom. 

“You didn’t answer me about anal,” 

“I don’t have anal lube, babe,” he chuckles, laying you down onto the bed and climbing between your thighs while removing his shirt.

“I don’t have a dildo or strap either,” you pout at the reminder.

“Wait, you meant my ass?” 

“Yeah, I really want to fuck your ass, it’s made to be fucked.” 

“Uh, I’ll consider it.” 

“Okay.” You reach out to pull him back down and slot your lips together shortly. “Now, you owe me,” 

“What, why?” 

“You said you were going to fuck me until I can’t walk and that never happened.” 

“Because you let me think you don’t want me for more than just sex!” 

“All I’m hearing is excuses and not enough action to put your cock in me,” 

“Yeah yeah, get naked.” He slaps your thigh a few times in encouragement while leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

You make zero effort to move at all, except to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch intently as he slowly unbuttons his belt.

“Are you seriously just going to watch me strip?” He asks while teasingly dragging his fingers along his skin along the edge of his waistband with a cocky smirk once his belt is open.

“Dance for me, pretty boy,”

Seungcheol puts his hands on his hips and waits until you’ve dragged your gaze up from staring at the outline of his cock, over his bare torso and to his face. He’s raising an eyebrow at you. “Did you just call me pretty boy?” 

“Yes,” 

“Fucking crazy,” he huffs a short laugh.

“Hey!” You lean up just enough to slap his thigh scoldingly then sit up so that you can grope at his thighs with both hands while he just watches with an amused, fond little smile at your utterly shameless actions. “You are pretty, my pretty boy,” 

“Mm, I can accept that,” he agrees, holding your jaw with one hand firmly to tilt you up as he leans in to brush his lips over yours teasingly. “So long as I’m your pretty boy, I don’t mind being called that. So long as I’m yours, you can call me anything.” 

“Okay, sugarplum.” You cackle at the world-weary sigh that Seungcheol lets out against your lips before he leans back to look at you unimpressed. “What’s the matter, pookie?” 

“Why did you have to ruin the mood?” 

“I ruined the mood?” You smirk and slide one hand up his thigh to grip his cock firmly, making him hiss through his teeth at the sudden, tight pressure. “Feels like you’re still in the mood to me, pretty boy.” 

“I really must be insane,” 

“We match well then, huh?” 

“Mm,” he leans down to kiss you shortly. “Good thing we’re never having kids, they’d be sectioned before they reach adulthood.” 

“Our neighbours would hate us,” 

“They would,” he chuckles. “We’ll find somewhere new to live together once we’re married, away from noisy ass neighbours, and with a garden so I can fuck you outside and see how gorgeous you’ll look with the sun shining on you when you’re covered in my cum.” 

“There’s a park down the road,” 

“No,” he scoffs and shoves you back to make you lay down before his hands move to roughly yank his belt free. “You’re mine, I’m not letting anyone else see you like that.” 

“Even knowing they can look but not touch?” 

“Maybe once I’ve covered you in marks and made up for the past five years of not being able to fuck you.” 

“Sounds like a party,” you grin, and then wiggle excitedly as he taps the folded middle of his leather belt against your inner thigh. “That’d leave pretty marks.” 

“Mm, it would, you need to be naked for that though, baby,”

“You need to dance for me first,” you remind matter-of-factly before lacing your fingers together behind your head comfortably. 

“You really want me to dance for you?” 

“I’ve dreamed about you giving me a strip tease, don’t kill my boner, Cheolie.” 

“You’re going to kill my boner if you keep saying shit like this.” 

“Guess we need to invest in some gags,” 

“Guess we do,” he murmurs and licks his lips automatically at the thought of your lips stretched around a gag and drool running down your chin as you moan for him. “I’ll give you a strip tease another day, I need to fuck you too much.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise, baby,” 

“Okay.” You sit up and get to work, quickly stripping off your clothes so Seungcheol climbs off of the bed to force his fitted trousers off of his body along with his boxers.

When he kneels back on the bed naked, he finds you already laid there utterly nude with legs spread in wait for him to join you.

“How the fuck did you strip so fast?” He gawps, running his hands reverently over your thighs as he settles between them on his knees. 

“Years of practise,” 

“Stripping?” 

“Had to be prepared for the day you give in to my seduction.” 

“Well…good job,” he leans down over you, hands propping himself on the mattress so that he can kiss you. 

“Thank you,” you preen and run your hands up his sides to take the chance to touch as much of his strong torso as you can for the first time. You can’t fucking wait to spend the rest of your life touching him up. It’s going to be great. “Now, cock please,” 

Seungcheol chokes on a short laugh at your words. “Good use of manners, sweetheart,” 

“I thought so too. Definitely deserves a reward,” 

“Mm,” he shuffles down a little so that he can wrap his full lips around your left nipple and suck harshly, intent on starting his plan to cover you in hickies and hand prints to mark his property. 

“That’ll work,” you mutter, lacing fingers in his hair to encourage his mouth against your breast. “Not cock but it’ll do for now.” 

“Shut up,” he laughs against your skin. 

“Make me,” 

“Brat,” 

“You like it,” 

“I do,” he sighs before moving one hand over your chest and throat until he can press against your parted lips. There’s no resistance at all, your jaw dropping enough to allow his middle and ring finger to slide into your mouth. “Good fucking girl,” Seungcheol praises in a low, rough voice as you instantly start to suck at his fingers, swirling your tongue around and between them with happy little moans. 

Seungcheol keeps his mouth against your body, sucking and biting violent looking marks into your skin until he’s satisfied with his artwork. He moves down, dragging the fingers from your mouth as he does, smearing your own saliva in a trail all the way until he’s laid on his stomach between your thighs and attaching his mouth to your clit in the same moment he pushes those two wet fingers into you. 

“Cheol,” you breathe out, pushing down against his fingers so that he doesn’t even dare think of waiting. He hums against your clit, making your thighs tighten momentarily before he starts to work his fingers in rapid movements that make your eyes flutter and fingers grip at him. 

As your nails drag over his shoulder lightly, Seungcheol moans and arches up towards your hand, urging you on, encouraging you to grasp at him. Dig your nails in until he hisses and fucks his fingers into you harder and faster. 

“H-how much can you take?” He asks, leaning up on his free hand, mouth and chin smeared with your arousal. 

“Anything,” you promise, feeling as desperate as the wild darkness in his eyes tells you he feels. 

Seungcheol nods and pulls his fingers from you as he moves up onto his knees. He doesn’t even ask you to move, just grabs you and manhandles you onto your front, chest against the mattress and hips up just enough to give him a better angle to begin sliding his thick cock into you. 

Maybe you hadn’t been quite as ready as you could’ve been. As you perhaps should’ve been. It’s been a while since you put anything but your fingers in your pussy for a quick session since moving away from the city.

Living with your nosey ass best friend doesn’t give you the freedom to get your toys out as he seems to have the uncanny ability of popping up and making a big deal out of it. Lots of screaming and acting like he’s been visually assaulted. You do the same to him. Your relationship is full of a lot of love and mutual, mature respect, clearly.

It’s a tight fit and Seungcheol grips your hips tight as he painstakingly splits you open with his mouth parted and eyebrows furrowed as if in pain. Not that you can see. Or have the mental capacity to do anything but grip the pillow and almost suffocate yourself in it with the way you press your open mouth against the material. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants when he stops before he’s even buried his entire length in you. “Baby, I don’t-I don’t know if this is a good idea, fuck,” 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warn, turning your head to glare over your shoulder at him while reaching back to grab his ass and stop him from pulling out like he starts to. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“Then I’ll do it,” you huff and push yourself up onto your hands. Admittedly, shaky hands but you’re too focused on your task to care. Too stubborn and desperate to get obliterated by his cock. 

“Babe-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Choi Seungchol,” you demand, pushing yourself back harsh enough that he flails and drops down onto his haunches as he swears, hands still gripping you though. His mouth says one thing and his body another. 

It’s a task getting your body upright until you’re on your knees, hands free to hold onto his forearm and thigh but when you do, you only take a moment to stop the spinning of your mind before you start to bounce on his cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans, spreading his thighs a little wider and rolling his hips in time with your bouncing. He’s not thrusting but his minute movements help to open you up a little more with every slap of your skin against his. 

This position isn’t very practical for you, not with Seungcheol. Not when it makes his cock feel even bigger than it actually is and your whole body trembles as it presses and drags against your walls in ways that feel like utter sin. You’re dripping all over him, ruining the bed and you don’t even care. Neither does he. 

“Your turn,” you murmur, falling still on his lap as you lean back against his chest to catch your breath at least a little and give your burning thighs a break. It’s a lot more work to ride him like that than you expected. You’ll have to take up a new workout routine so that you can do it for longer next time. You’re determined.

Seungcheol takes the moment of calm stillness to brush his lips over your shoulder and let his hands explore over your chest and spread-thighs. 

One of his hands trails between your legs to feel at where your pussy is spread around his cock. He makes a low, pleased sound before abruptly rubbing quick harsh circles over your clit. You shriek in surprise, body tensing at the sudden attack and nails digging into the skin of his thighs under your own.

“You gotta cum first,” he informs, stopping his circles for only a second to bring his hand back then down, landing a firm slap to your clit and making your body jerk as you moan brokenly. “That’s my dirty girl, fucking knew you’d like this,” his tone is nothing but aroused and approving as he slaps your clit again while holding you in place with his other arm wrapped securely around your waist with his hand on your chest. “You’re gonna cum like this, understand?” 

“Cheol-” 

“I said, do you understand?” Another slap, this one harsher in a toe-curling way, before he drags his palm and fingers over your clit in a way that could be considered almost soothing if he wasn’t pressing as firmly as he is. 

“Fuck, y-yeah. Don’t stop.” You agree, nodding where your head is tilted back against his shoulder. “But,” 

“What?” You don’t answer verbally and instead grip his left wrist to pull his hand up from your chest and to your throat. “I fucking love you,” he declares before squeezing your throat at the same time as he sucks on the side of your neck to create a new claim, his right hand moving to slap your clit in rapid succession. 

It’s only a few seconds of the combination, the intense pleasure from all melding together and sending a sharp orgasm through your body. Your body moves naturally as if trying to fight it and get away as you gasp for air you can’t get yet. Your nails drag deep red marks over his skin that only encourages him to fuck up into your convulsing walls. 

“Good, good,” he breathes against your neck and drops his palm from your throat back to your chest, both so that you can breathe clearly and so that he can hold you to him. He doesn’t stop playing with your clit though, his hips humping up into you and barely moving his cock but it’s still almost too much stimulation. 

The first orgasm is barely even over before another rocks through your body. 

This time, Seungcheol removes his hand from your clit, giving you some respite and murmurs praise against your shoulder the entire time it takes you to come down from the combination of both climaxes.

“You okay?” He asks gently when you turn your head to blink your eyes open and peer at him. You hum and nod, giving him a dopey, sated smile that makes him laugh. “Can you take more?” 

“Whatever you’ve got,” comes your confident response. 

“That’s my girl,” he smirks, looking nothing but proud of you and your pussy for being able to handle his thick cock. You’d puff like a peacock if, you know, you weren’t human.

Seungcheol takes a moment to just kiss you, lips and tongue meeting languidly as best as you both can considering the angle. You personally think it works very well and you’d give you both top marks.

And then he pushes you down against the mattress, one hand on the back of your neck to keep your cheek smushed against the pillow and his other hand holding your hip firmly to fuck into you in a brutal manner.

The headboard knocks harshly against the wall with every powerful stroke of his hips. The back of your thighs and ass are already starting to sting with the strength of his thrusts. His fingers bruise marks into your hip and neck as he hold you securely in place and forces you to just fucking take it. 

And you’re in heaven.

If you weren’t in love with the man before, you sure as fuck are now.

Nobody has ever fucked you like this. Nobody has handled you so well in every way. And you just know with everything in you that nobody else ever will. 

You’re definitely gonna marry the fuck out of Choi Seungcheol.

It doesn’t last much longer really, not that you can really blame Seungcheol considering he sat there and felt your pussy squeeze and cream over his cock twice already; and now he’s battering your walls so perfectly in a way that borders on pain in the most delicious of ways so you’re squeezing him all over again in minutes and almost screaming into the pillow as he forces another strong climax from your body.

You don’t even have the mental clarity to realise he’s stopped, his hips juddering against you as he cums as deep in you as possible with a string of low, rough moans with your name sprinkled in. 

“Oh, fuck,” you grunt when he lowers your hips to the mattress without pulling out just so that he can almost flatten you under his own body weight. You know he’s not entirely laid on you, you can feel the bulge of his biceps against your upper arms as he holds himself up just enough to not squish you.

“Shut up, you said you can take anything I give you,” he reminds in between pressing sweet, lingering kisses to your neck. 

“Meant your giant cock, not giant ass.” 

“You love my giant ass.”

“Mm. So, can I peg you?” 

“Can’t we just enjoy the post-sex bliss without you ruining it?” 

“No.” You wiggle your ass making him groan and then bite your shoulder in retaliation. 

“Don’t get me hard again, I’ll pass out if we go again before I sleep.” 

“That’s not a problem, unless you squish me, or go soft.” 

“Are you implying you’d carry on fucking even if I pass out?” 

“What? Because you wimp out, I have to suffer?” You scoff and wiggle again. “Got a problem with me using your body when you’re unconscious?” 

Seungcheol is silent for a moment in thought. “Just don’t stick anything in my ass.” 

“Mm, I can accept that. I want you to be awake when I ruin you anyway.” 

“I really don’t know what I’ve got myself into with you, do I?” 

“Nope.” You grin over your shoulder at him. “You said you’ll marry me, you’re stuck with me forever.” 

“I think I’m okay with that,” there’s a smile on his face as he moves off of you so that he can turn you enough to comfortably kiss you in a way that feels something like a promise. 

A promise to be okay with your endless depravities. A promise to marry you as soon as possible and buy a house together. A promise to spend the rest of his life loving you, his utterly bat-shit crazy troublemaker.

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Mundane Unclekuna Wednesday #2 ✨

I'm 25k and 4+ chapters into the fic, and it's been...a fun adventure. The PoV structure is Yuuji - Gojou - Sukuna - Sukuna - Gojou - Yuuji for the main six chapters, with a Megumi PoV chapter to conclude the story.

And Chapters 3 and 4, the Sukuna PoV chapters, come to a total of 12.4k. This is the first time I'm tackling his PoV. I thought writing Grimmjow PoV (which is one of the most fun character voices I've ever written) for Bleach would give me some guidance; it did and it didn't. There are similarities, but Sukuna is a very different flavor overall.

Something I realized a few passages in is that I just...could not write Yuuji's name in Sukuna's interior monologue. It wasn't happening. Despite the modern context, the fucker just would not acknowledge Yuuji by name. So we have over 12k of "brat" and "boy" and assorted insults. Won't lie, I enjoyed it, though I'll have a time polishing the phrasing during edits. Contextually apt, relevant epithet usage is always a fun challenge.

Click through for some uncle-nephew incest: Sukuna is his own warning, but Yuuji matches him well enough.

“Strip.”

The brat freezes. “What?”

“I said,” Sukuna enunciates slowly, “strip.”

“But—why?”

“I want to see your damage. If some two-bit sons of a whore fucked you up any, there will be hell to pay, brat.”

“They didn’t,” the kid snaps, eyes all fire. “I told you, they only got Fushiguro, and even that was—”

“I do not care,” Sukuna cuts in, “about Fushiguro Megumi.”

“I do.” It’s a snarl, the mouth matching the eyes. “He’s my friend, and he got caught up in that shit because of me.”

“Did I ask?” Sukuna’s on the kid before he can speak again, grabbing his collar and throwing him to the center of the room. He doesn’t stumble, turning around midway and controlling his momentum so he doesn’t so sprawling on the mat. “Now take off your fucking clothes before I rip them off you. And don’t let your twisted little head fool you, brat—you won’t enjoy it.”

Furious red streaks the brat’s cheek—anger or arousal, even Sukuna can’t tell.

Both, knowing this freak.

“How much?”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow.

The brat raises bold hands to his collar, undoing the top two buttons of his jacket with quick, flicking motions. “How much do you want to see? The top? All of it?”

Despite everything, including all the nights this same boy lied his way into Sukuna’s bed just to molest him in his pretend-sleep, Sukuna finds himself surprised.

“I’ve found dirt-cheap whores with more shame than you,” he says, marveling.

The brat just holds his head higher. “Says more about you than them.”

“You little—”

The rest of the jacket is unbuttoned with startling speed. The brat shrugs it off unceremoniously. By the time it hits the floor, he’s already halfway done with the thin white shirt underneath.

It’s almost like he’s eager to get naked.

The shirt joins the jacket on the floor.

Topless, the brat raises his head, meeting Sukuna’s eyes with a challenge splattered all over his face.

Never had the sense god gave a worm, this one.

Sukuna steps closer—and closer and closer.

The brat doesn’t waver, eyes to toes.

Sukuna drops his gaze to the sweat-slick column of a neck and further down, sneering at the hard curves of muscle. The brat had thinned out a little after that growth spurt last year, like fat and muscle just couldn’t keep up with changing body they clung to, but that didn’t last long. The brat filled right back out, bulging out from biceps to thighs. The uniform shows it better than his casual clothes, straining against shoulders and arms and legs like seams will rip and buttons will pop any moment.

It’s a powerful body—Sukuna’s body, in every way that counts. This boy would never have become what he is today if not for Sukuna.

The brat wasn’t lying, at least. There’s not a mark on him, not even a bruise.

Sukuna’s thorough with the check, circling around the brat once, twice, then again and again, and the little shit relaxes into parade rest, playing at nonchalance, as if Sukuna can’t see his breath quickening and skin dewing.

He comes to a stop directly behind the brat, close enough that he can feel the warmth of his body—a half-phantom haze in the air.

“I should make you take off the rest too,” Sukuna murmurs, watching those shoulders tense up in response. “But you’d enjoy it too much, wouldn’t you?”

The brat’s clasped hands grow tight around each other, those bruised knuckles spotting blood.

But his voice is steady when he says, “Don’t pin this on me. You’re the pervert here.”

Oh, the fucking audacity.

“I’ll tell you a secret, brat,” Sukuna tells him, grinning till his lips sting at how every inch of the brat grows stiff. “You truly are your mother’s child.”

The deflation is almost as amusing as that taut-wire tension.

“That’s not the insult you think it is. I like Mum fine.”

“I wonder about that.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“Turn around.”

The brat practically whips around, taking a step closer till he’s glaring up at Sukuna from less than a foot away.

Sukuna meets his eyes, and the brat doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink.

Some fools never learn.

“Are you going to ask?”

Sukuna blinks, trying and failing to make sense of the question. “Ask what? Whether you were dropped on your head as a kid? I already know.”

“Funny,” comes the flat response. “The fight—why I did it, why they started it.”

“Am I supposed to care?”

“Yes.”

Sukuna snorts in spite of himself. “Alright, let’s hear it. Might as well know what I’m wasting my time for.”

“I was talking to Fushiguro.”

“That all it takes to stir up you kids these days? Things must be goddamn boring there.”

The brat growls. “Just listen.”

“Get to the point then.”

“I was talking to Fushiguro,” the brat repeats pointedly, the sheer intensity of it all not matching his words—not yet. “I was telling him something. Something I realized recently. Those guys overheard—and didn’t like what they heard. I wasn’t planning on a fight, but the shit they said…” The kid shrugs, not breaking eye contact. “I don’t regret it.”

“Good for you,” Sukuna drawls. “This is still the most boring fucking—”

“I like men,” the brat cuts in. “I was telling Fushiguro about my type of guy. That’s what pissed off those assholes.”

Sukuna’s mind blanks for a moment, before whirling to life with a vengeance.

Something I realized recently, the brat said. But there’s no way in hell even this idiot would’ve been so oblivious. Yeah, he fucking likes men. He’s been eye-fucking Sukuna since puberty, and the last year or so, he’s also been trying his perverted best to turn that into reality.

“I must’ve kicked you in the head one too many times,” he says, clicking his tongue and grinning when the brat’s expression twists up. “Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You finally figured out what everyone and their mother—yours included—knew since before you knew what to do with your dick.”

“Oh, shut up—”

“So, what, were you talking about opening up one of those kids? Singing loving odes to his shit-crusted backside? Word of advice, brat, if you’re perving on people where they can hear, be ready to commit, one way or the other.” Sukuna glances down at one of the brat’s bloodied knuckles. “And this way tends to get you arrested.”

The brat’s gaping at him.

“What kind of a creep do you think I am?” he asks with all the self-awareness of a piece of rock. “Of course I wasn’t doing that! I didn’t even know them. And you know damn well why they picked a fight.”

He does. Sukuna’s broken his fair share of bastards who couldn’t keep their mouths shut about who and how he fucked. And the world’s changed but not that much.

He’s not worried for the kid. He never will be. Either he’ll survive or he won’t, and if he gives the world more reasons to hate him, he better be ready to chew up every resulting misery till it shows its belly.

“Enlighten me then,” Sukuna says despite his better judgement, “on your type.”

The brat freezes—only for a moment, but it’s telling enough. The air between them thickens.

Blood in the water.

“You shy now?” Sukuna asks softly. “Come on, brat, spill. It better have been something else to get those shitstains so worked up.”

The brat’s jaw sets. “Big, tall men with a good ass.”

Sukuna blinks, somehow caught off guard by the sheer, shameless bluntness.  

“Helps if they’re older,” the brat continues, a corner of his mouth curling meanly—an expression Sukuna recognizes from the goddamn mirror. “But I’m not sure about that yet. Girls are easier. I like how they’re soft and warm everywhere. Guys… I guess they can be soft and cute too. Like Fushiguro. He’s pretty. And I guess it’d be easier if he’s the sort I wanted. And I wouldn’t mind, I think, but he doesn’t make my brain light up like that. Don’t look at me like that—I didn’t tell him this part. He’s my friend.”

Whatever the expression on Sukuna’s face, it’s not judging what the brat thinks he’s judging.

“Your friend,” Sukuna echoes, hearing his voice with a hollow, ringing echo that trembles down every one of his veins, “but not your type—unlike that teacher of yours, the Gojou brat.”

There’s a minute flinch, mostly there in the mouth. “Gojou-sensei is way too old for you to call him a brat.”

“And that’s just how you like ‘em, isn’t it?” Sukuna watches his hand move, curling around a throat that moves under it with a harsh swallow. The brat’s eyes are wider, wilder. “That man will eat you alive, you stupid fucking child.”

The brat curls his hand around Sukuna’s wrist, the pressure of it blisteringly familiar.

“As if you won’t,” he says quietly.

Sukuna tightens his grip. “Speak up, brat. Show some balls for once in your pathetic life.”

The boy snarls, surging like a storm.

Sukuna thinks it’s a punch at first, the force and fury of it like nothing else, and then teeth cut into his lip, drawing blood, and he realizes it’s meant to be a kiss. The brat’s throat is pulled taut, the bulge there digging into Sukuna’s palm as it works around air and spit and swallowed sense. The mouth is a mess, more teeth than lips. He’s kissing Sukuna like he wants to bite off his jaw, the heat of it like nothing else.

Sukuna hasn’t frozen for anything in well over a decade, but now, he does, if only for a moment.

He makes the brat pay for it.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

super curious about your wip ‘honeybee’ if no one’s asked already? 👀

For the WIP Ask Game!

You know how I lament, constantly, that I can't just write smut? That there's always gotta be a long setup? Well Honeybee is/was a story where I tried to cut that down as much as possible by doing a brief intro and then jumping into smut. I was unsuccessful, but mostly because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to write. I don't know if I'll ever come back to this concept, but please enjoy the little bit I have.

CW: Discussions of sex, established GhostSoap, established PriceGaz, barracks bunny oc, no smut!

The 141 on leave and a couple of drinks in is probably Soap’s favorite version of the team. The captain always buys the first two rounds before settling down with two fingers of whiskey for the rest of the night, grinning around his cigar. Gaz likes to get fancy beers and ciders, keeps track of what he likes on an app, but three drinks in, he’s just a happy guy, leaning in being generally tactile. Even Ghost lets loose a little bit, hood up but face unmasked as he sips at his beer, then straight bourbon. But tonight, his third drink is a cocktail, of all things.

“Since when do you drink cocktails, LT,” Gaz asks before Soap can. He’s grinning, gives a Ghost a slap on the arm that he normally wouldn’t dare.

“I’m a man of many tastes,” Ghost says before sipping his blackberry bourbon smash with the tiniest of straws. “But I like blackberries. Reminds me of a girl.”

Soap can’t stop himself from making a questioning noise, “You got a girl in Manchester, then?”

Ghost snorts, “If I had this girl in Manchester, you think I’d be here with you fuckers? Nah, this was years ago.”

Soap gulps his drink to drown the reflexive hurt he feels at the declaration. What he and Ghost have is new-ish, but it’s certainly not exclusive. What happens on base and what happen on leave are two different worlds. He must not be as subtle as he thinks he is, though, because Ghost sways in to knock shoulders with him and squeezes his knee.

“Well go on, tell us about her,” Gaz pushes.

Ghost thinks about it for a moment before speaking. “American, contractor. Don’t really remember what we was workin’ on, but she showed up on base one day to assist in medical. Fit as fuck. Brown skin, dark eyes, curves like you wouldn’t believe. Great tits. Could pick her up by the waist easy, but I would’ve needed an extra pair of hands for her arse. Called her Honeybee.”

“Wait,” Price cuts in, pointing at Ghost around his cigar, “Honeybee with the tattoo?”

Ghost smirks, “Oh, so you’ve met her.”

Price huffs a laugh and wipes a hand down his face, “Mary and Joseph, that woman…”

Soap grins, jealousy completely washed away. He’d leave Ghost on base for a weekend with a woman that makes Price sound like that. “A barrack’s bunny?”

Price rubs his face, “I wouldn’t call her that. More like a hurricane.”

Ghost laughs and takes an actual sip of his drink. “Think that was the first time I woke up sore two days in a row from sex. Slowest run time of my life the next morning.”

“Two man job,” Price said around his cigar, “at least.”

Soap knows the stars in Gaz’s eyes are mirrored in his own. He’s never heard the captain talk about his exploits, let alone Ghost. Soldiers brag, of course, he’s done his share of big talk to impress his squad. But this is Price and Simon, cream of the crop, best of the best and the backbones of the 141.

“Sounds like it was,” Ghost snickered. “Saw her every other night for two weeks, pretty sure she was just trading between our rooms the whole job.”

Gaz makes a skeptical sound, “Two weeks with the both of you didn’t wear her out?”

“Oi, yeah,” Soap says. “Yuptae that she needs two tadgers?”

“Some day,” Ghost says, putting a gentle hand on Soap’s shoulder. “I’m going to send you to school to learn English.”

“Fuck off,” Soap laughs.

“He asked why she’d need both of you,” Gaz says gamely. “And I know how Price fucks, and I’ve heard Ghost fuck, so it’s a damn good question.”

“Ghost has a type,” Price says with a chuckle. “Energy for days. Could barely slow her down. But she was a lot of fun.”

“More fun that me?” Gaz asks, face stricken and voice full of mischief.

“No one’s more fun than you, sweet boy,” Price assures him.

“Gross,” Soap declares. “Tell me more about Honeybee.”

[angeliconstell]

Dale Kobble (Longlegs) x GN!Reader

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Another self indulgent story because I do not see enough written about Dale Kobble. Longlegs was a good movie to me and of course my mind immediately started to hyperfixate on it. Another thing, I don't remember FOR SURE the year date of Longlegs, besides I can come to the conclusion that it's set in 1991 because the most recent murders in the movie was four months ago at the time, and Haker's birthday was January, which was the month it was set in. And in the files at the beginning when Harker is looking through them, it says 1990. SO LET'S PRETEND I KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN!

Warnings!: Dale being a creepy, desperate man. Dale also being very pathetic. Of course unedited writing again because my lazy ass don't wanna. Noncon, riding his cock until he's panting like a pathetic pet, death gripping your chest to keep him from cumming sooner, praising.

A job at a hobby craft store wasn't as boring as you thought it was. Of course, it was something your friend, who also worked there, pressured you into doing so they wouldn't be so bored. The added perks of you borrowing craft supplies to make whatever you wanted while watching The Silence of the Lambs on the shit box television that was up on the wall.

Mostly your work was to get away from home. Between the arguing with your partner and the constant bitching you have to hear, sometimes having an escape is nice to have.

The bell on the door jingles, signalling an almost unwelcomed customers. You were right in the middle of gluing random buttons onto the jean jacket you wore over your shirt. Your eyes stayed on the older gentleman that came waddling in. It didn't take you long to remember it was that fucking creep that was asking your friend weird questions at the counter. Dale Kobble, the fucking freak.

"Welcome." You call out as the older man shuffled down the aisles. He was creepy as shit, that was for sure. His blonde hair framed his face that almost seemed feminine. He clutched onto his robe and gave a smile to you.

Your eyes glued back onto the TV for the next few minutes, trying to avoid the stares of the older man until the bell rang at the front counter. "Is that all you need?" Your eyes glued to the various items he had, doll eyes, synthetic hair, the works. Dale slid his items across the counter to you with shaking hands. They looked soft, but you could see the callouses on some parts of finger pads. Guitar player.

"When's your birthday, little angel?" Dale's voice was odd. It was whiney, but in a way it was oddly comforting. The same damn question he asked your friend. You debated on calling for the manager, to tell him that creep was back again. "I'm not comfortable with sharing my birthday." You gave Dale a dirty look, looking up through your lashes to give him a glare as you scanned his items.

Dale didn't say anything, just stared at you with that creepy smile. The entire aura of him was...off. He wasn't right in the mind and it was obvious through the haze in his eyes. You were almost convinced that this man was either high as shit or he escaped the retirement after being pumped up full of medications.

With that, he was gone after paying, leaving you with a pile of change at the counter that he made sure to count out exactly. "Of course that fucker would pay with just change." You grumbled as you started to put it away.

About an hour later, you were off. Your house was luckily not that far away, but the cold snap of winter wind was bad enough to make you wish you had a car. It was in the shop currently due to a drunk driving accident your partner had. You wrap your jean jacket around your midsection tightly to get rid of some of the bite.

Winter was always a bitch in Oregon.

In the distance, a ratty, old station wagon. If you could remember correctly, looks just like the Chevy Caprice station wagon your own father has. Maybe older. Not that it was important. It didn't seem important until you saw Dale getting out of it.

"Shit-" you turn, walking a different direction. Hell, you've been in this town long enough to know the back roads to get back to your place but all knowledge was wiped of it when you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.

"Are you lost, little angel?" That voice felt like a death sentence. It was heavy on your shoulders and felt like it knocked the air out of you. "No...sir. I'm fine." You felt the hand turn you around and for sure, you were face to face with Dale.

The two of you sat in silence, the grip on your shoulder getting stronger. "My friend tells me you have a mean partner." Dale said suddenly.

How the fuck? You don't tell anyone about what really goes on at home. Not even your own parents. "What fucking friend, you creepy asshole?" You tried to shove away by both of Dale's hands grabbed your shoulders, pushing you roughly against the station wagon.

"My friend, the one downstairs. He lives there so much that you can call him, 'Mr. Downstairs'." It was clear at this point, Dale has definitely lost it. "Play with me and I won't gut you and hang you by your fucking innards in front of your mommy."

Dale pressed his hips against your's, it was obvious what he was asking. The bulge tenting his thin dress pants pressed right between your thighs, against your crotch. You were frozen. You knew what could happen, you learned to never underestimate someone despite how they looked.

After more silence, Dale's hand gripped the hair on the back of your head, steering you into his car as he shoved you in, forcing you to straddle on top of him. He laid beneath you, it didn't take much of his whines to understand that he was already wound up. Dale rested his hands on your hips, his thumbs catching your shirt before pulling it up over your chest.

"Oh, angel, you're so sweet. Just like Satan made you perfect for me." Dale praised. It was weird, but in a way, you felt the ache between your legs start to build. Dale's bulge was right pressed against your crotch, his hips rutting it against you.

Dale's whimpers came out like a needy dog. He was so fucking pathetic and the way you perched perfectly against his cock straining his pants was a beautiful fucking sight. Dale reached a shaking hand down to undo his pants and his erection springs out almost immediately.

It didn't take long for you to strip either, seeing the leaking tip of Dale's cock was enough to make your insides quiver. Dale didn't even let your pants get all the way off before he just simply pushed your underwear to the side and filled up your hole with a sharp thrust.

"Fuck-" You choke out, his dick wasn't as big, but it was enough to make you fill full. Dale was already panting like a dog the second he was in, his hands death gripping your chest, and his thumbs rubbing over your nipples.

He was rougher than you expected, sharp, fast thrusts up against your ass and filling you completely. Dale had at least some experience with fucking fine meat, but it had been awhile. It said so in his thrusts, sloppy but still coordinated.

Dale clenched his eyes shut his mouth parted open in moans and whines like he's a desperate whore, holding onto you for dear life. By the end of it, both of you were screaming out in pleasure, a thick filling of Dale's cum shooting up into you. He pulls you off, seeing the string of the mixed fluids dripping from your tight hole that was clenching and unclenching around nothing to adjust to the emptiness.

"Such a pretty little lamb for the slaughter."

[mintasa]

CIRCUS ~ CHAPTER 13

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x OC

Genre: Circus AU, murder mystery, slowburn, enemies to lovers?

Warnings: Blood, injuries, mental problems

Word count: 3,9k

Synopsis: A series of murders in a successful circus disturbs the life of a young stylist. With no place to go, she is keen on saving the circus, even if that means risking her own life to do so. As if things cannot go worse, a group of newbies join the hawock, seemingly not knowing what they're getting themselves into. Can she figure out the motives of the murderer and keep her crew together? Can the circus survive under the growing pressure and distrust?

Note: This is the first story I am publicly sharing. It is a work of fiction, although it may not fit the criteria of a traditional fanfic (I physically cannot write in the second-person narrative). Therefore, English is not my first language, and while I'm pretty fluent, I still make grammar errors, so apologies in advance.

The story is vaguely inspired by Circus MV

"Good morning," Hyunjin says, walking into the kitchen while most of the crew is already gathered inside.

"Morning," chimes Taraji while cooking.

Nadya doesn't even glance at him. She's not ignoring him by any means. They just usually don't talk much. They never greet each other. Hyunjin walks over to Taraji while Nadya simply stuffs her mouth with homemade pancakes. Misha is in the corner of the room too. Eating. At least trying to. Even Nadya does still feel sick after seeing Azara's dead body. It's difficult to forget the lifeless eyes of a dear friend.

"What did the pancake do to you?" Hyunjin questions as he sits across the table.

Nadya had been just stabbing the pancakes with a fork. She zoned out. Suddenly her appetite is gone. She raises her eyes to look at Hyunjin and sighs. Before he can react, she's up and putting the pancakes away. She's not hungry.

"What are you doing?" Hyunjin's eyes follow Nadya as she maneuvers around the kitchen. He glances at her almost apologetically. "I didn't... You should finish the plate."

He thinks she stopped eating because of him. "Lost my appetite," Nadya shrugged. She can't bring herself to tell him more. To tell him that she feels sick in the stomach and can barely swallow anything. Not like he wants to know.

The girl bumps into Jun on her way out. There's the trash can. The pancakes won't go to waste. She goes for a walk on the route she has already known by heart.

"I thought we don't go anywhere without telling nobody anymore," Hyunjin mumbles as he approaches Nadya, sitting on the bench in front of the pond. It's daytime. There's a family of ducks swimming. A bike or two passes by her now and then.

"Forgot to tell anyone." The girl mutters. What was he expecting? An apology? To be honest, Nadya didn't tell anyone on purpose. She wanted to be alone. And she kind of wishes someone would just spare her from the difficulties of life. Her life isn't even that important. She brings nothing to the team. Team? There's not even a team anymore.

"You should be more responsible," Hyunjin utters. Nadya hears him drag his feet behind her until he is next to her. He looks into the distance.

"Did you come here to lecture me?"

"No, actually," he says, turning his head to look at the girl. "I came to tell you that your cop will come later."

Nadya winces at his words. Her cop. He was never hers. "Don't call him that, and what for?"

Hyunjin drops his eyes to the ground. "He has to question us since the case is active again." That fucker. Can't they get another cop since the current one cannot do his job?

"Separately?"

"No, as a group," he shakes his head. Thank god. Shes not in the mood to talk to him eye to eye.

"Good," she mumbles.

"You should talk it out with him," Hyunjin suggests.

That immediately makes Nadya's blood boil. "What is there to talk about?" She asks him, maybe a little too angrily.

Then she gets up and walks away.

"Nadya. Can we talk?"

Not him. Nadya thought he was leaving already. "About what?" Nadya turns to him and crosses her arms on her chest.

"About us. I know I have hurt you multiple times, but I miss you," he mumbles and attempts to get a hold of Nadya's hand. She steps back abruptly.

He said he missesher. Nadya laughs at that. "Wake up. Seriously, what game are you playing now? You were the one that said you'd never actually be into me. That I'm too difficult," she points an acusing finger at Orion.

"You are difficult," the guy pauses. Here they go again. What's next? He is going to tell me how unlovable she is. "But I didn't realize how much I liked you until you were gone. It pains me to have you an arm's length away, but you're not mine."

That guy. How many movies did he watch? "If you like me so much, why do you only attempt to talk to me when you come for business? Make it make sense. I'm not stupid. I know not to trust anything coming out of your mouth." Nadya raises her voice. Even Orion seems surprised at her outburst. Her eyes start watering, and she knows she's screwed. Fuck.

Orion laughs suddenly. "Your guard dog is here."

Nadya spinz only to find Hyunjin smugly leaning against one of the wagons. He straightens himself and comes over. "Came to tell you to go back to the office and fuck yourself," Hyunjin glares at the guy. His stare is something else. He is burning a hole through him.

"Nadya, darling. Can you get your boyfriend out of my sight? How much do you pay him to pretend anyway?" Orion asks while looking at Hyunjin. "Come on. I'm a cop, after all. You two can barely look at each other."

Hyunjin slings an arm around Nadya. They make eye contact as if to prove a point. Then Hyunjin looks away. "No, I think we're good."

Orion scoffs. "Fine, then prove it."

"What do you suggest?" Hyunjin questions. He is way too calm. Nadya is shaking at this point, and she doesn't even know why exactly.

"Kiss," Orion shrugs. He knows how much of a big deal her first kiss with him was. Orion is playing with her, with her feelings.

The blood circulation in Nadyas body stops. She glances back and forth between the guys. She'd love nothing more than to shut Orion up, but then again, she cannot kiss Hyunjin. "I don't have to prove anything to you," the girl hisses.

Orion laughs. "It's just a kiss," he says, raising his hands in the air. He knows damn well Nadya wouldn't just kiss anybody.

The girl shakes her head and drops Hyunjin's hand off of her shoulder. She's done with this conversation. Orion is pushing her buttons, but she is not going to let him play with her. She walks away.

Barely a few steps away, Hyunjin catches up to her. His one hand grips her by the waist, and the other tilts up her chin. They make brief eye contact, and Nadya doesn't get a chance to say anything before Hyunjin closes the distance between them. The kiss is rushed and brief. Nadya freezes just like that night but forces herself to play along.

His lips are soft and kissable. Just like she remembers. Why is she surprised? Then it hits her. She's kissing Hyunjin, and Orion is watching. God knows who else could be watching. She pushes at Hyunjin's chest, and he easily backs away. Although his hand on the girl's waist stays.

Nadyas body is on fire. She wants to hang herself so she won't have to talk to Hyunjin about this later. Maybe it's just she who is making a big deal out of it? Hyunjin doesn't look bothered at all. Maybe it's not that deep. People kiss all the time.

"Satisfied?" Hyunjin questions.

Orion frowns and walks away. Nadya, however, practically runs away from Hyunjin the minute Orion leaves. Jun questions why she is so flushed, but he gives up after a while. She's good for now. What if she just stays at Juns today? No, that will just make it more weird.

Nadya walks into their shared wagon only to find Hyunjin inside. He immediately puts away whatever he was doing at the moment and sits up. The guys had brought in her bed. Hyunjin motions towards it, "Sit. We have to talk."

Nadya sits down willingly. "Go on."

"I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable," he mumbles, taping his fingers against the mattress. Good to know she's not the only one who's worrying.

"I'm good, and I'm sorry it came down to that," the girl mumbles. "You don't get paid to do that. I'm sorry, really."

"It's okay. I'm used to stuff like that," he pauses and shrugs. "Part of the job is to keep you safe." That almost sounds nice coming from him. He is concerned about her safety, although a while ago he didn't care a bit. Hypocrite.

His words echo through the girl's mind. He said he is used to stuff like that. Now Nadya wonders how many people he has kissed. A lot for sure. He is pretty. It's unfair how a guy is prettier than many girls.

"So we are good?" Nadya questions, and the guy nods. "Let's never talk about it again," she proposes. Nadya feels a weight being lifted off of my chest. Why was she even worried so much? It was indeed her making it weird.

"Sounds good to me," he says, looking down again. "I wanted to talk about this morning too."

This morning? What is he onto? "What about it?"

"You need to eat," he states.

Well, that was out of pocket. Nadya blinks at him. "Excuse me?"

"What did you eat today?"

He is interrogating her. "I-" Nadya pauses, unable to finish the sentence. With everything that has been going on, she only got to eat those two pancakes from this morning.

"Though so," he mumbles and pauses. "I don't want it to sound weird or anything, but earlier I touched you, and you've lost weight."

Right, he was holding onto her waist, as his life depends on it. "It's normal to lose some weight," Nadya argues. Weight is something that isn't permanent. She doesn't see how it is such a big deal. She needed to lose some anyway.

"No, I mean an unhealthy amount," he states. "You need to take care of yourself."

Who gave him the right to tell me what to do? "Let me live my life."

Orion has been visiting more often lately. So Nadya has been smitten with Hyunjin. Just to keep appearances, they haven't been talking. Although they talked it out, it's still weird that they kissed. They kissed in broad daylight and were completely sober.

The pair, however, is staying in the same room, so Nadya cannot avoid him. "You still must have your assumptions on who killed Azara," Hyunjin mumbles one late night.

She is trying to sleep with her back turned to him but rolls to look at him. "I have no clue, but it's getting odd. Knowing that anyone can be the killer, I'm sometimes scared to stand in a room without one of the guys," Nadya admits. It's been odd.

"That's good for your safety," he mumbles. What's up with him and her safety?

"What if we got everything wrong? It's not one of us?"

"Pretty much impossible," Hyunjin sighs. He knows she doesn't want to hear it, but it's the truth.

"Even if we found out, we can't lock that person up without proof," Nadya states. That is so unfair. Miguel got locked up with barely any evidence, and now they couldn't lock up a truly guilty person if it came to that.

"True."

"Hyunjin!" Nadya doesn't get what's wrong with him today. He is being a dick on purpose, and now he is dipping right before Orion's arrival. What will she do without him?

At that moment, when they are still arguing, Orion pulls up. The devil himself. "Trouble in paradise?"

"None of your business," Nadya snaps at him. Hyunjin stops in his tracks too to glare at the guy.

"See, he can't handle you," Orion moves closer. "Don't you see a pattern?"

"Shut up," Nadya gets her hand from Hyunjin's grip and shoves Orion in the chest. "I can't handle you both!" With that, she turns on her heel and heads for Jun's wagon. The only place she's always welcome.

"Nadya," she hears Hyunjin's voice. He had followed me. He is her designated guardian, yet he has been too much into the girls business lately.

"Leave me alone!" Nadya slammed the door right in front of his nose. He tries to walk in after her, but she locks the door.

"Don't bring Jun into this," Hyunjim mutters behind the door. "It's between us."

"There's no us. Go away!"

At the end of the day, Hyunjin is right. Jun cannot solve all of her problems, and she doesn't want to be a burden. "I only came back so Jun could sleep in peace," Nadya mumbles once she walks into Hyunjin's wagon.

He sits up, and she feels his eyes following her movement. "I don't want to argue."

"You're the one that was mad at me for no reason," Nadya points out.

"I told you to eat."

Is he serious? He went all out on her just because she skipped breakfast today. Nadya laughs at that dryly. "You left me to deal with Orion because of that?"

"I didn't think ahead," he admits shamefully.

"Sure, you didn't." Nadya turns her back on him and feels the tears coming to the surface. Well, that's embarrassing. She had cried in front of him more than anyone else.

"Please don't cry," she hears him utter. His voice is quiet, as if he's sad and tired. Miserable entitled princess.

"Shut up," Nadya murmurs. She feels the bed dip behind her. Can't he get a hint? "Can you not?" She forces herself to sit up and face him.

"I don't want you to be mad at me," Hyunjim states. Bold statement for someone who makes her blood boil at least once a day.

"Why?"

"You grew on me, alright?"

He must be fiddling with her. "You're ridiculous," Nadya rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm serious. If I could take it all back, I would."

Shes speechless. Nadya is simply staring at him. What else can she do when he's so pretty? If he wasn't so pretty, she might have shown him off her bed already, but here they are. "I don't know what to say." Nadya looked anywhere but into his eyes.

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know that I don't hate you," he mumbles.

Nadya doesn't want to believe him, but he sounds genuine. Maybe she's just naive. "I don't hate you either," the girl admits. She doesn't think she ever hated him. He just manages to get on her nerves.

"Good."

"Good."

Then he opens his arms. It's an invitation. So she dives in. Right into his arms. How stupid of her! Yet it's comforting. She may have grown to like him more than she dares to admit.

How did it all get so fucked up? Orion turned out to be an ass that can't leave Nadya alone. Her friends are losing their lives over nothing, and she's crying while hugging Hyunjin. Hyunjin, who is only here temporarily and will leave. So will the rest of the guys.

It doesn't make sense. Especially how everything became so quiet ever since Amir became the owner. There was Azara's death, of course, but it's quiet again. Might it be the fact that the cops are around more? That Orion is a frequent guest?

None of her crewmates that are left have been targeted besides her and Amir. But for Amir, it wasn't that serious. He walked out with bruises. Thinking about it, it's odd. How the second time he got attacked, no one was around. Everyone just believed his words mindlessly. And she completely brushed him off as a possible killer. Because they are the victims, right?

Nadya cannot believe Shd considered Jun before him. Amir is in perfect shape to end someone's life. And although she doesn't know the motive, he could've been after the circus. But why would he kill after he got it? Did Azara, by any chance, figure it out? Nadya knows she's been looking into it. Oh god. He knew. He knew she was looking into it. He was there when Azara was ranting to her. He eliminated Azara before she could do anything. It all leads to Amir.

Nadya pushes herself away from Hyunjin. "It's Amir," she announces. He looks skeptical. Right, she's not making any sense. "He is the killer."

"You sure?"

"Never been more. After he became the owner, the killing stopped. And Azara's death was unrelated. He eliminated her because she was curious. I told you she was talking to me the morning before her death. Amir was the first to walk into the room. And it was quiet. He could've easily heard our conversation," Nadya whispers, aware of the fact that Amir could be listening to them too. She is not about to make the same mistake Azara did.

Nadya watches Hyunjin calculate. He grips her face. "You're brilliant," he announces and drops his hands. "Now we just need proof."

"How do we get that?"

"That is going to be hard. We can't just get him to admit to it," Hyunjin pauses. "And you can't tell anyone besides the guys about this. He can't figure out what we know. Act naturally around him or your next."

"That's nice to hear," Nadya hums.

Hyunjin shifts. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. You just have to be careful."

"For fucks sake, the truth was in front of my face all along, and I've only figured it out now," the girl throws her hands in the air, although she wishes she could just throw herself off a cliff.

"That is not your responsibility. If anyone is to blame, it's us. We were meant to solve that," Hyunjin chimes. Sure, they are the agents, but she knew everyone for longer. She should've seen the signs.

"Police was meant to do that. Hold up. Do we tell Orion what we know?"

"He will just cause a ruckus. It's not like he can arrest him," Hyunjin shrugs.

"You have a point," Nadya agrees with him. Orion has done nothing but bothering Nadya for no reason.

"What now?"

"I guess we go to sleep."

"I don't think I can sleep," Hyunjin admits. They are both too giddy. They shouldn't be after figuring out a murder mystery, but they are.

"Me neither." Hyunjin doesn't answer. They sit in silence like the idiots that they are. There's not much they can talk about, and neither of them can fall asleep. "What do you think Orion's deal is?"

"Maybe he just can't take rejection well."

Nadya shakes her head. "That's not it. He said I'm unloveable. There's no reason for him to change up all of a sudden."

"You are not unloveable. No one is," Hyunjin chimes.

Nadya pushes him playfully. "Easy for you to say when you're so pretty," she tells him. Did she just admit that she thinks he's pretty? Yes, she did. God, please don't let that get to his head.

"You think I'm pretty?" He leans forward towards the girl. Here they go. The idiot missed the point.

"Don't make me take it back," Nadya groans and pushes his face away.

"You haven't been wearing makeup much," Hyunjin points out.

Nadya holds up her hands. "Shaky hands, remember. I think my days as a makeup artist are counted," she laughs, but doesn't manage to hide the disappointment.

"It's not like we have anything better to do. I can be your canvas," he mutters.

Nadya smiles at that, but soon realizes that he is dead serious. "I'll poke your eye out," she shakes her head. She hasnt been practicing. She doesn't even think she can still hold a brush.

"I'm sure you won't," he utters. "Get your stuff."

Nadya hesitates. "Fine," she grabs her bag. Most of her makeup is in the storage wagon. She only keeps the essentials with her.

Nadya pushes Hyunjin's shoulder back. "Lean back; it's going to take a while."

He complies and does as he is told. Shs kneels beside him and brushes most of his hair away from his face. She doesn't have anything to pin his hair away at the moment, so she'll have to deal with it.

She opens her bag and gets out an eyeshadow palette. The base she can do even with her hands shaking. Then Nadya turns on the table lamp and turns it towards Hyunjin's face, making sure the light doesn't hit directly into his eyes. Yet he starts blinking, trying to adjust to it.

Nadya smiles at him, and he just frowns like a little kid. He stops after a while and motions that he's good to go.

It's uncomfortable to do everything from the side. Nadya eyes his long, outstretched legs. It's not weird unless she makes it weird, right? Nadya slings her leg over his thighs and makes herself comfortable. Hyunjin doesn't even react, confirming that she's overthinking as always.

Then Nadya starts with her work. She picks up some light eyeshadow and smears it over his eyelids first. Then a darker nude color. That's the amount of makeup he needs—the bare minimum—but she is doing something bold today. She had found a pretty lilac color that could perfectly match the dark purple eyeliner she hadn't gotten to use before.

When it comes to eyeliner, just the thought of it makes Nadya's hands shake violently. Suddenly she feels Hyunjin's hand slide to her thigh. He draws patterns on her flesh, and although she knows he is trying to calm her down, it is not helping. Nadya takes a breath before swiping a shaky line from the corner of his eye.

Only when she finishes the first eye does she remember that his hand is still on her thigh. He's drawing smooth circles on it. He's an artist after all.

Nadyas moves onto the second eye, trying her best not to get distracted by the boy. It goes smoothly. She didn't have to worry about poking his eye out and ruining a model-like face. Hyunjin's face belongs on the covers of magazines. That's a plain fact. His parents should've tried to get him into the industry. He'd fit right in.

Then Nadya moves onto his lips; she likes Hyunjin's lips. There's not much to change about them. They're naturally pink and plump. All she has to do is apply some gloss, and he is good to go.

"Alright done," Nadya mumbles and leans away a bit. Hyunjin's hand flies to her waist, stopping the girl, who had been a little too focused to notice him staring at her the entire time. Or maybe she did notice it and chose to ignore it.

Suddenly Nadya is hyperaware that shes sitting in his lap with little to no distance between them. He is staring at her lips. She lets her eyes drop to his, and Hyunjin doesn't wait before pressing his lips against hers. And she lets him. He's pressing her body against his, and she lets him. She lets him do whatever he wants.

Nadya wraps her hands around his neck and plays with the back of his hair. The kiss is intense; Hyunjin is demanding she follow along. His glossed lips slide easily against hers. He licks her bottom lip before tugging on it, asking for more, and she once again lets him explore as much as he wants.

Once theyre both breathless, Hyunjin finally pulls away to place a peck against Nadya's jaw. That's all it takes for Nadya to snap. Her eyes go wide as she fumbles to get away from her so-called roommate. Hyunjin lets her go, but she can clearly see him panicking internally as well.

He runs a hand through his hair nervously. "I'm so sorry."

Nadya doesn't let him finish the sentence. She doesn't want to hear how everything that happened was a mistake. "It's fine. We are both sleep-deprived," she tells him and wipes the lip gloss off her lips with the back of her hand.

"So we're good?"

"Perfectly."

[justhere4thevibez]

46

46. that was you?

This turned into almost a whole fic and I might've teared up a little while writing it. I hope you enjoy!

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Today was the day. They were finally moving out of the trailer and into their very own apartment, just them two. They were really going to make it out of Hawkins.

Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow, pausing to admire Chrissy’s ass as she dug out a box from under the bed. He was a weak and simple man, alright? And Chrissy had an ass that just begged to be worshipped.

“What’s all this?” she asked as she opened the box to reveal what looked like a pile of junk.

Ticket stubs, notes from friends, half-finished drawings of D&D characters—to anyone else, it really was a pile of junk. But to Eddie, it was pieces of his life he never wanted to forget.

“See this?” He plucked out a small rectangle of paper with a scrawled signature on the back. “My first Metallica concert. I got it signed later.” He fished around for a second longer and pulled out a wrinkled card with a fish on the front that said Great! You’re Eight in gold letters. “My first birthday card, from Wayne.”

Chrissy plucked a sheet of notebook paper from the pile, her forehead wrinkled in deep thought.

Eddie smiled when he saw that one. It might be one of his most treasured possessions. Someone had scrawled a cartoony picture of a cactus on the page, anatomically dubious but a cactus nonetheless. At the bottom, a single line had been scrawled: I think cactuses are cool.

“That’s the reason I graduated,” he said, plucking the paper from her grip.

“What?” she asked, astonished.

“Yup.” He traced the lines of the cactus, smiling softly. “When I was in eighth grade, I had this really shitty teacher, Mr. Garmel. For some reason, he fucking hated me. I was never great at school, but he always managed to make me look twice as dumb as I actually was, and always in front of the whole class.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Chrissy said sorrowfully, squeezing his hand.

“It’s fine,” he said with a shrug. And it was fine. Now. “But, uh, at the end of the school year, we all had to do a presentation in front of the school. Big deal, at least to me.” He smiled at her, but he couldn’t keep the sadness out of his voice. “I did my presentation on cactuses. I thought they were so fucking cool, and for once I was excited about school, you know? But… I kind of fumbled it, and Mr. Garmel came right up on the stage and yelled at me.”

“I remember that,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

“Really?” He looked at her and saw that her eyes were a little red. They probably matched his own. “Yeah, I guess we were still both in middle school then.” He cleared his throat, ready to get this story over with. “Anyway, he said something about how I was dumb as the cactuses I was presenting on. I don’t know, it was something really stupid and I shouldn’t have let it get to me. But I ran out of the school and cried on the playground.”

Chrissy climbed into his lap, wrapping herself around him like a koala bear.

“I want to kill him,” she whispered fiercely. God, he loved her, his soft warrior princess.

“I hid outside all day, and I only came back in once the last bell rang,” he said, nestling into her hold. “I’d decided I was going to pack up all my stuff and never come back to school. And I started to, but, uh, when I opened my locker, that fell out.” He brushed the curling edge of the paper fondly. “I carried that fucker around with me for the next six years. So many times when I wanted to quit school and get my GED instead, I’d look at that picture and just… keep going.” He laughed, a little watery, but happy all the same. “It’s just a piece of paper but, I don’t know, it made a difference that someone out there believed in me, someone I didn’t even know.”

Chrissy sniffled in his arms, and suddenly he realized she was crying.

“Whoa, baby, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, stroking her back gently. “It’s okay, really, it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“I almost couldn’t get it in,” she said between hiccupy little sobs. “Your locker was on the top row, and I was so short in sixth grade. I—I had to stand on my backpack to reach.”

“That was you?” he whispered incredulously.

His secret encourager, the unknown motivating force behind his high school diploma, was his girlfriend of three years?

“It was right after the talent show,” she said, still sniffling back tears. “I had such a crush on you, and when he said those awful things I wanted to go right up to you on that stage and tell you how amazing you were. But I was too scared.” She giggled a little. “So, I put the note in your locker. I just w-wanted you to feel better. I didn’t know—”

She started crying again, and he kissed her, crying a little himself.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered fiercely between kisses. “You’re so smart, and wonderful, and I want to punch Mr. Garmel in the nuts right now for what he did to you.”

“Well, he died last year, so you’re a little too late,” he said, making her laugh.

“Good.” She gave him one last bruising, loving kiss. “Let’s go dance on his fucking grave.”

“How about we postpone the grave-dancing until our packing is done,” said, pulling her to her feet. “But thank you,” he added, wrapping his arms around her waist once more. “For thinking my cactuses were cool.”

She leaned her head against his chest, soaking in his warmth. “Thank you for not giving up on yourself.”

Ask me things!

[masterqwertster]

For the Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts, #27. Orym and Ashton.

I'm obsessed with how Taliesin clearly rolled an insight check last episode to see if Ashton noticed that Orym didn't sleep. Carry the halfling, let him sleep while they travel. Put him in a Baby Bjorn if you must. Bonus points for Orym being worried about Ashton's chronic pain.

(That said, I'm in Ashrym Hell right now and I love Hurt/Comfort. I would take stories about them for any of these prompts and chew on them for days. 😂)

27 "I'm going to carry you, okay?" Not sure how much this is going to help with your hell since I write them platonic. But here we go. (And I don't use the quote directly, but the spirit is there, okay?) Prompt

Ashton falls back from the group, just enough to get a quiet private conversation, as Orym does his little catch-up jog for the fifth time, that they've seen.

Once he's in range, they don't even hesitate to scoop him up like a sack of potatoes, held casually under one arm. There's a squeak and some flailing from the little halfling fighter, but it sure as fuck isn't enough to make them drop their impromptu package.

"Ashton?" Orym warily asks once he's assessed that he's not going to slip free without effort.

"Can't have you constantly falling behind," Ashton says, explaining everything and nothing in that way he's practiced for years.

"I'm keeping up," Orym stubbornly insists. "So you can put me down. I'm-"

"If you finish that with 'fine,' I'm gonna pinch you hard enough to fucking bruise," Ashton threateningly cuts him off.

Orym's lips thin as he seriously considers saying he's fine anyways. A bruise would give him something to press on-

Apparently he'd paused too long, or the thoughts were clear on his face, because in a quick movement, Ashton bounces Orym, driving the breath from his lungs as his armor slaps against the solid stone of their arm, both of which are much harder than his own chest.

"Don't you fucking dare," they growl. The previous threat wasn't empty, they don't really do empty threats, but that didn't mean they wanted to carry it out either. "No one here is fucking fine. You having to jog to catch up with us when you usually have no issue keeping pace with bigger folk is a pretty fucking obvious tell."

And Orym just kind of goes limp once baldly faced with his performance failure.

"This can't be comfortable," he quietly says.

"I mean, there's probably better holds than this," Ashton says with a shrug that lifts Orym a little. "But considering you're maybe half as heavy as my hammer fully kitted and soaking wet, I could do this all day." Which is a vague threat that if the halfling doesn't cooperate and give his little legs a fucking break, they will carry him until the group makes camp.

"...So walking isn't an option for me right now, is it?" Orym asks resignedly. He doesn't much believe in his ability to out-stubborn the genasi while fighting sleep deprivation.

"Glad we can come to an understanding," Ashton answers with a shit-eating grin.

"About that better hold..." Orym prompts after a few moments, squirming a little bit in an attempt to keep an edge of his armor from pressing into his torso quite so much.

"Sure. ...Would my hair be a problem for sitting up on my shoulders?" Ashton agrees, gesturing to the crystalline points on his head.

"I... don't think so? Breast plate should keep anything from poking me. But your shoulder-" Orym says, considering the gold thickly webbed over their left shoulder, the thin lines of gold that wrap their upper right arm.

"Will be fucking fine," Ashton steamrolls over the worry. "Like I said, you're a light little fucker. Not gonna be a problem."

"...Okay," Orym agrees after a silent breath in and out.

A bit of shuffling and Orym is seated up on Ashton's shoulders, legs dangling around their neck, his breast plate gently pressed into his chest by the volume of crystal hair before him.

It's a careful balancing act on Orym's part to not dig his heels into Ashton's chest or grip onto their head or scarred shoulders to remain upright through the sway of their stride.

Orym has to ride out the huff Ashton releases a few minutes later.

"You can grip my hair. As long as you're not trying to jerk my head around, I won't even really feel it," they grumble. Then their hands come up and press his feet tighter against their chest. "And as long as you aren't fucking kicking me, this is fine too."

"Okay." And small hands wrap around amethyst crystal, establishing a stabilizing grip while leaving his feet in the tightened position Ashton had guided them into.

Orym is starting to resign himself to the idea that Ashton doesn't actually want special treatment over his chronic pain, just a willingness to back off when he's not in the mood for touch.

At least from people he trusts. The genasi still avoids all contact possible with strangers.

A while later, Ashton chuckles as softly as they can, trying to keep their upper body still to maintain a potentially precarious balance with their hands swallowing tiny calves.

After all, he can hear soft snores coming from above his head.

[puckthisshift]

Please share the director‘s commentary for ‚always leads to you in my hometown‘💙

Okay so I wrote this story for a wonderful friend of mine, and my informant (Otter) told me that this friend was particularly intrigued by a random plot bunny about virgin Matthew. We've had so many chat fics going in Discord DMs, you don't even know.

More rambling under the cut

I wanted to write a Matthew who just... was more focused on hockey than on relationships, who learned just enough at Catholic school to want his first time to be special, who didn't make it about internalized homophobia but instead wasn't going to sleep with someone he didn't want to bring home to his family eventually.

Leon being the slutty bad boy was a choice in contrast, because while I think Leon is absolutely a romantic, he could either lean into romance or avoid it entirely after getting his heart broken a few too many times. Plus, he has that Romance Hero vibe where he comes across as grumpy at first, but he's hiding a big heart underneath.

Writing a Leon who isn't already falling for Matthew was a fun exercise, because while he is intrigued by Matthew on several levels (hockey, looks, the banter, and Matthew telling him no)... Leon is determined not to have feelings for anyone. As they go to the Tkachuk home, Leon keeps having these little moments in which he's so charmed by Matthew. I purposefully added the little details like Leon getting a little too into Matthew's freckles and dimple (finding out all of these new things about someone he had a lot of preconceived notions about), and noticing that Matthew was nervous and trying to put him at ease - but still trying to bring out that snarky side too. And Leon falls a little bit in love when Matthew makes him laugh in bed.

Of course, Leon would wanna fuck at the Tkachuk house. There's something intimate about a childhood room instead of the anonymity of a hotel room - and there's a part of Leon that wanted to make sure Matthew was somewhere he felt safe. That and he's a horny fucker who likes the idea of sneaking in right under the great Keith Tkachuk's nose to fuck his son. I love this bad boy Leon, you don't even know.

And then they're done and Leon gets back to his routine of leaving after, of not letting himself make this into something that it's not. The ring is a complete surprise to him, and he doesn't know what it means right away, but then Matthew is kicking him out and that hits him in the ego. He spends most of the flight back fiddling with the ring where people can't see him and trying to put it together.

Buying a chain to wear it on is an impulse he can't quite push down. The ring matters, and Leon isn't going to throw it in a drawer somewhere. It's too important for that. Matthew's gotten under his skin and Leon doesn't know how to deal with that. It's why he lashes out when Matthew calls the ring meaningless. It's not meaningless to Leon - not anymore, and maybe it never was.

The next time, Leon finally gets to say what he wanted to say the whole time. His own first time wasn't great and he can't stand the thought that he might have done anything like that to Matthew. Matthew, who's so special. Matthew, who immediately wants to fight Leon's first - and yeah, Leon's lost the battle. He's falling. He's fallen.

Initially, I was going to write Leon's do-over, with an uncertain Matthew figuring out how to fuck someone, but the story kept stalling there. It just didn't quite work for me - and because I know that the friend I wrote it for likes it better when Leon tops, I deleted a part of the scene and gave Leon his moment to talk about his own regrets. Most of the story so far was about Matthew's feelings and Matthew's hopes and fears and regrets - and giving Leon his moment too actually made it work so much better. It feels like another chance for them, and because it isn't a first this time, they both get to be more comfortable with each other - they have something to build on. And that just seemed like a better metaphor for the relationship they're starting to build here.

A part of me wonders if I should have ended it there, but since I love a bit of humor, I felt like I had to include a scene where they revisit the childhood room to really make it come full circle. Back in St. Louis, back in the exact same location but they've both grown so much since then (plus torturing Brady is a bonus, you know there's a point where he overhears or Matthew and Leon forgot to lock the door).

Thanks for the ask, this was fun!

[saturnaftertaste]

in light of all my bunkerposting i just thought of something really interesting. there’s a lot of talk always about how the town requires it’s residents to stay within city limits and when they try to leave they get acted upon by horrible things to make them return. and i personally, me, i LOVE thé alive town. alive town i love youuu 😘😘 but if you wanna make another leap, another little hop skip and jump, i give you narrator jughead and the case of coraline’s riverdale.

okay so we all love to dream about the town being alive, as in riverdale being alive, but at the crux of it all it is alive partially because it is powered by a real human being - narrator jughead - down in the BUNKER where he’s churning out story after story to keep the town + and his friends alive. interestingly, at the end of their highschool journeys (spiritually the end of s4 but was the start of s5) jughead first squats in the andrews’ house, and then in the bunker, until he leaves for iowa. he then ends up in NYC, writes his debut novel, and runs out of material almost immediately.

now, bear with me. canonically, jughead considers himself a narrator in all situations. the final scenes of s1 e2 have him say “it may have looked like there were four people in that booth tonight, but i was there, and i can tell you, there were only three. a blonde girl, a raven-haired girl, and the luckiest red-headed boy in the world.” we know for a fact that jughead was there. we know that jughead narrated all of riverdale, and that he was there to bear witness and write it all down later. but i present to you this: what if he was a narrator for the first four (+3 eps of s5) seasons, and then he assumed the position of author instead?

at the end of high school, once everyone has left, jughead is alone in the bunker. everyone else is off to college, cheryl has sequestered herself in thornhill, and all the parents — at least the ones that would care about jughead disappearing, (fp, fred, mary) have all left too. jughead tells us that at the end of summer, he leaves the bunker to go to iowa. but we only know this because HE said so. no one acknowledged his leaving, no one said goodbye or anything. my point is - if the bunker is a place where things go to die, and being dead is the only way to leave the story (ben button, ethel muggs in s7 e18) jughead never left the bunker -> he “died” -> he could leave the story and therefore narrate it.

let me explain. i always wondered why there were THREE jugheads in the jughead paradox instead of two, but if original!jughead never left the bunker, he started inserting himself as a character into his stories instead of previously assuming his narrator status in-story, so now you have original!jughead (in the bunker), character-dale!jughead, and eventually in s6, character-vale!jughead. character-dale!jughead goes to NYC, publishes a book about the events of riverdale that he narrates, and he IMMEDIATELY runs out of content. but why would that happen, you say. why would a guy writing out his own future nerf himself so bad. to that end, i say, the fucker was lonely.

think of the beldam from coraline. she exists in a pocket universe of her own making, in which you cannot go beyond the borders of the world she has created. my theory is that the real archie-ronnie-betty triangle never come back from wherever they are. toni and the other serpents staying in or coming back to riverdale is not really jughead’s concern, not until they’re needed for the story. think about how out-of-character character-dale!jughead himself behaves. the other three do what they want - betty is nancy drew irl, archie is sacrificing himself like always, and ronnie is back to being rich (and she seems flatter as a character than before, which, y know, interesting). jughead, however, who was incredibly passive about the barchie situation when it happened, is suddenly unloading massive amounts of anger on betty years after it happened. something says to me that’s original!jughead writing how he wished he’d handled it the first time around, the yelling and the name-calling and everything. and why else would we know so little about betty’s job beyond TBK? why is ronnie’s life never discussed fully in-depth? why do we not know what war archie is fighting in? doesn’t it make more sense that a boy who loved reading classic novels and watching tarantino films (and in my version, never left the bunker to read a newspaper) wrote the love of his life his best friend into a imagined war that resembles something from a movie set? all of archie’s dream sequences take place in riverdale, on the football field. we never SEE archie in active combat — at least, none that looks believable.

the town draws them all back, except, really, it’s jughead drawing them all back. why is hiram a big bad again, buying up the entire town like he was in season one? why is reggie “evil” when he was actually a close friend of archie AND veronica in s4? why are bee and vee fighting over archie again? the nana rose alien bodies plot, the cheryl building and re-building thornhill, polly being murdered, even? all of these events mirror, to some extent, the events and the characters of the earlier seasons. the boy who missed his friends so much, who roamed an empty town in his mind until he decided he couldn’t live without them anymore. he goes from narrator to author because he got dead, and then he got lonely, and all his characters harken back to an earlier age - cheryl burning down the house, hiram being a direct threat to archie when that peaked in s3, polly not being around for most of it and when she was, her being just motivation for betty to act (because that’s all jughead saw of her).

and that’s where the jughead paradox happens. that’s three jugheads, one for dale, one for vale, and one for the bunker outside of space-time. for all we know, the only thing left could be the bunker where ethel and him are writing the stories, and all that’s left of the real world is 1950s riverdale. do you ever notice how tabitha can come and go despite not being dead in the original timeline? how she stays by jughead even in his worst moments, something no one in his real life ever did for him (in his perspective, at least) ?

jughead exited the story via the bunker, the living coffin. maybe by accident, maybe on purpose. but when he couldn’t find his way back to the riverdale where he had people he loved, he started writing about one instead. maybe for his next book — but more likely, to power a universe where only the town exists. nothing else. if his friends can’t leave - assigned to riverdale FBI office, wall street reputation destroyed, town needs him to run every government service, percival’s curse trapping them in the path of THE COMET — they can’t leave him. the town is alive and is feeding on jughead’s stories, and jughead never wants to be left behind (in the bunker or otherwise) ever again. and what is a wish except a story where you get a happily ever after?

a/n: i dont actually like this theory all that much. i much prefer the town being alive and trapping them all. but i just thought of it and i had to write it down.

[meteor752]

Curious of what a modern au with the kids would look like…

Oh Anon don’t make me go there

(I am going there)

Not making designs for them (at the moment >:)) but I will give you some headcanons

Liana

Home girl is on her way to take over the fucking world

Comes from an extremely confusing home life, with her dads splitting up and getting together over and over again, both of them having had other partners during the breakup periods that never really last

In the present she has two dads and an additional step dad. She doesn’t like him that much, but her dads relationship seem more stable with him so she bears with it

Liana lost her leg just as she did in canon, due to frostbite. She got lost in the woods during winter for almost a week, and lost one of her shoes in a hole. She likes to dramatize the story though, to seem cooler

Started her own company at eighteen, and it grew into a multimillion corporation after only two years

She dabbles in a lot of things with her company, everything from movie production to train travel, tech to food items, theme parks to merch, and everything in between. Liana doesn’t calm down until she has control over every major industry in the world

Evil capitalist? Yes but consider this: Sexy evil capitalist lesbian. It makes up for it

She does own a lot of charities too, the majority of which being somewhat bird related, like the preservation of endangered birds, or rehabilitation of birds that have been abused by their owners. She likes birds

Still married to Jassy, her childhood best friend. She spoils her wife absolutely rotten (mostly with anime merch and manga’s), and would give up her entire company for her

Buuuuuut, Jassy hasn’t asked that of her yet, so Double Co. will keep on growing

Wes

Even without the imp genes, he’s still a big fricking boy

I mentioned multiple times that BDubs and Impulse were a bit like beauty pageant moms with Wes. Well…yeah

BDubs and Impulse wasn’t full beauty pageant moms (like those fuckers who like, perform surgeries on their four year olds so they will have fuller lips and shit), but beauty pageants was a huge part of my boy’s childhood, which wasn’t the best thing since he hates the spotlight and when people have their eyes on him. His dads would have stopped signing him up for them if he asked, but he was too nervous to do so, so yeah

But hey, at least my man can play the cello like a champ as an adult, since that was his talent.

He’s studying geology because rocks are cool :)

As an adult is relationship with his dads is…a bit strained, but he’s working through it in therapy

Engaged to his fiancé Jekiv, and has been so for many years now. Both of them are still studying, and even though his best friend (and stepsister’s) rich af wife has offered to handle the budget for the wedding, they want to wait until they can afford it themselves

Still has OCD and a lot of Anxiety, but now there’s at least medicine!

Gertrude

Golden retriever personified

She works out everyday just so she can lift and hug every dog she meets

One of her dads cheated on her other dad when she was little, so she grew up in separate homes. It was alright though, Big B would always bake with her and take her to the dog park, while Ren would tell fantastical stories and play as much dress up as she wanted

So yeah, Gertrude is actually pretty aight in this universe

I imagine Renchanting is some shop her dad owns, maybe either like a bisexual crystal shop or like a costume place, but she probably works part time there

Volunteers at a lot of dog rescue shelters, and has adopted many of them

Is studying to become a vet, but is also practicing writing on the side. She wants to write children’s fantasy novels, about princesses and magic

Is dating Novo, and has been waiting for him to propose for almost six years. She gonna keep on waiting

Johnny

Man is half British half Arizonan, still somehow speaks with a country accent. Only god knows where he got it from, and I don’t even think he does

Apart from more humane features, nothing about Johnny changes. Still an Aromantic icon, still a sweetie, still a rancher at heart, and he can still absolutely shred it on the Banjo

Suffers from mild anemia and asthma. He sometimes struggles to keep up with his friends, especially when they were children, but he always found ways to keep their pace, even if that means he sometimes had to be carried

He absolutely has one of those trucks that he treats as his baby. He’s worked on it for years, he has a name for it (It’s Butternut), he will cry if it’s even slightly scratched, it’s his child and he loves it very much.

Gertrude probably taught him some mechanics to take care of Butternut

Dreams of one day owning a ranch, but that’s a bit away

He probably volunteers and helps out at a lot of stables and riding schools, wrangling horses and whatnot. He’s got a natural talent, what can I say?

Jassy

She still styles her hair in all of those ridiculous anime styles, but now it takes a considerable amount of more hairspray and time

The way she bonded with her dads as a kid was through their favorite medias, so with Etho they would always talk Naruto and anime while with Joel she would always talk Shrek and Harry Potter

Has taken Ninjitsu and parkour classes since she learned how to walk

The only dyed part of her hair is the green streak. She has incredibly pale blonde hair

Married to one of the most successful entrepreneurs ever, and she pulled that bitch by being a fucking weeb

Is extremely into Cosplay, and has a Naruto OC that is Kakashi’s super cool powerful daughter

Has a job in a book store, mostly because she enjoys having something to do during the days. Is a bad employe tho, spends most of the time reading manga or mystery novels

Collects knives and daggers as a hobby because she’s just that bitch

Jekiv

Imagining Jekiv as not a Zombie is actually very difficult

In canon Martyn just kinda dipped, but imma say he stuck around here, so yeah Jekiv grew up with both of his parents. Separated of course, but they were both present

Still, he’s got a lot better relationship with his mom than his dad. They’re more alike

Suffers from Hyperthyroidism, which is the reason behind his skinny figure, his patchy hair, his weak muscles, and his bulging eyes. He’s had it since he was a tween, and he tries to not let it bother him

He gets sunburnt really easily so he rarely goes outside when the sun is shining. He’s pale af

Is studying forensic pathology, and works part time at a morgue. He’s always had a weird fascination with dead bodies, but hey at least he isn’t a serial killer

Would absolutely be a serial killer if he had the skills and strength to do so

Owns over twenty breeds of frog, two of which is poisonous

Has a resting bitch face, but he also is just a straight up bitch sometimes

Novo

Mans still a lil freak

Has Stahl’s ear syndrome and thinks it’s cool as fuck. Usually has his hair tied up to show it off

Bleaches and dyes his hair a new color every month. His hair is permanently damaged because of it, but he’s mostly fine with it

While his parents are on non speaking terms, they’re a lot more healthy than in canon. Novo is well raised and loved, he’s just Like That

Has a freakish resistance to the cold, like, Canadian level resistance, so mans will just lay in in a t-shirt and skirt in the snow while taking a nap

Picks up a new instrument every few weeks. He can’t play any of them, but he likes to find ways to annoy his friends with them

Is studying law, actually. He may not look or act it, but he’s freakishly smart, and he wants to become a prosecutor

Is dating Gertrude, and has been waiting for her to propose for almost six years. He’s gonna keep on waiting

[verytalented]

My loud Neighbor

→ Pairings: Kai x Black reader → Group: SuperM → Warning: handjob enemies to lovers. Thigh riding, male receiving, female receiving, oral sex. → Summary; "Could I request a kai Exo ambw one when he's your neighbor and you develope feelings also are two parts allowed for the last one could it also include smut?" ask for @kai-choco-queen-32 <request>

A/N I don't write EXO, but I do write for SuperM so when you look at my master list it's going to be under there. And also, I put everything in one part and I'm not good at doing part twos. Word Count:

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone who is mentioned in this story. This is just for entertainment, and if any kpop idol wants this story down I will take it down.

After a long day at work, you needed to rest and that's one thing you don't get often. One of the reasons is your loud neighbor who constantly has loud music or someone over. And let's just say that someone wasn't over for 3sxzsmall talk. You had nowhere else to stay. So, things can get very stressful.

You worked long hours and all you need was relaxation. Today was different than usual or so you thought. It started off quiet so you wanted to take a nap.

You took a two-hour nap only to wake up to sex noises. You sigh. “I swear this mother fucker”. You got out of bed with just a pair of shorts and your sports bra. And a bonnet that protects your locs. You walked out of your apartment with nothing on your feet. You're furious you couldn't get at least a good nap in since you moved in 2 months ago.

But one thing you do remember is how your landlord told you people didn't stay in this apartment long, because of the noise of the man next door. You had enough of this man. You felt as if you were going crazy because of this man.

You began to knock hard on this man's door it was currently 3:00 A.M. this had happened before But you didn't want to come off as rude so you let it slide. But now this had been happening for far too long and it needs to stop.

Kai soon opens the door with a smirk on his lips. He has nothing but grey sweats on. His hair was messy but he still manage to look good. You can hear the girl behind him asking who was at the door. He didn't pay attention to her, but instead, he gave you all his attention.

"what are doing up at this hour." you rolled your eyes. You crossed your arms. "Can you not make so much noise it's 3 A.M,” you said with an angry tone. "What I can't have a little fun at night?" he said. You huff "that's not what I'm saying. It seemed that you have a little fun every night," You said. "O’come on let loose a little I'm sure you'll love to join," he bit his bottom lip. His gaze stayed on you. You felt that his gaze was so powerful and lustful at the same time.

"I wouldn't give you the time of day," you said crossing your arms. He chuckled as he lean against the door frame with a sinister smile. He looked you up in down. "Oh really," he said. "What do you mean by 'oh really' can you just keep it in your pants just for one night," you yelled. All he did was smile. He keeps giving you the same stupid smile. You started to get really annoyed by his actions. You let out a sigh and rub you temples of your head. "Just keep it down all right it's 3 A.M. and some of us actually have productive lives"

"Sure thing I'll try my best." and all he did was smile at you. You rolled your eyes and went back inside your apartment locking the door. You walked back into your room. "I need to move" You lay back down in your bed.

The sex noises stop you finally got a chance to go to bed. You soon drift off to sleep. Till you hear him again but this time it's different... it's him?! You let out a surprised gasp.

"I know this man is not jerking off right now."

-

Time: 3:15 A.M.

"You need to get out," kai says to this girl that he just gave head to. "Why?!" she frowns. He rolled his eyes. "Because I said so, and this does happen to be my house." He said in a demanding tone. The girl soon got out of his bed with a huff. The girl then put on her clothes and got out of Kai's apartment.

He let out a sigh. Running his fingers through his soft brown hair. That girl did not satisfy him at all. He looked down at the boner that he had. His mind instantly filled with what you wearing. How your sports bra squeezed your chest making it look plumper. And how high your shorts were. And how your butt would show when you turned around.

He lay down on his bed. He then pulled down his grey sweats. He let out a sigh as his dick leaked precum. His hand finally made contact with his dick. He began to move his hands up and down along his dick. "Fuck" he grunted. Kai then moves his hand even faster. He lets out a gasp as he was so close to finally coming. "Fuck Y/N" He let out a loud moan. he finally came with some of his cum on his tummy.

"Fuck, I was loud."

-

The next day you felt nervous to see him. Because you heard him jerk off and he moaned your name. When you got ready for work you couldn't help but think of him while you got ready.

You could barely sleep last night because of what happened last night. And what makes things worse is that you have to meet with your boss today. You just got promoted to assistant manager. You’ve been working there since you move into your apartment. You walked outside your apartment only to see kai in a suit and tie getting into a black sedan. His hair was not messy this time it was more formal. You couldn't lie to yourself and say he didn't look hot.

He notices you and gives the same sinister smirk that he always gives you. He close the door of the car then soon after the car drove off. You rolled your eyes and walked to your car.

-

Kai is the CEO of a small company. His company is slowly growing thanks to his shareholders and his family for helping him get money for his company.

Kai walked into his office with his assistant following after him. "Sir you have to meet with the new assistant manager today, and you have two meetings today." Kai sign and rubbed his head. He was so tired. He thought it would be slow today but he was wrong. "what time do I have to meet the new assistant manager?" His assistant soon told him that he would meet her at 9:30 am. Which is 30 minutes from now.

-

You soon walked into the office at 9:15. Your best friend Mark lee welcomed you in. He then told you that you have to meet with your boss. "I have to go to the bathroom where is his office?" you said to Mark. "His office is on the fifth floor you better hurry you have to be at his office at 9:30," Mark warned you. You nodded your head and rushed to the bathroom.

When went into the bathroom you heard some girls talking about your boss. "Don't you find it kinda odd that no one really knows what the boss looks like?" One of the girls said. You stayed inside the stall and didn't make any noise. "well it's rumored that he doesn't want anyone to know what he looks like." One of the girls said. "well I think it's because he's really ugly" One of the girls giggled. About 5 minutes passed and you have ten minutes to get to your boss's office. You walked out of the bathroom stall. The girls soon stop talking and bowed to you. "Hello manager," They said with a slight smile.

"I don't think it appropriate to talk about our boss like that. If you excuse me I should go meet him right now." you quickly walked out leaving those girls shocked and embarrassed.

-

You look at your watch it was now 9:25 you stood outside his office waiting nervously. You kept looking at your watch it was now 9:30. That was the longest five minutes of your life. You let out a sigh. His assistant walked out with a man standing next to him. He bowed to the man he bowed back. "have a good day," he said. The man smiled and walked away. "Are you Y/n?" the assistant asked. "Uh...Yes, I am Y/N" You said standing up and bowing slightly. "He would like to see you now," he said with a smile.

You then walked into his office but there was a person you didn't think you were going to see. It's your next-door Neighbor. "You have to be kidding me," you mumbled under your breath. "Good morning Ms.L/N," Kai said with a smirk. "Good Morning Sir." you smile. You were so caught off guard to see kai here today. One thing you couldn't believe is that he is your boss. Something suddenly dawned on you. You yelled at him last night. And you heard him moan your name. You couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He got out of his seat and walked up to you. "Would you excuse us," Kai said to his assistant. "yes sir" he said and walked out of his office. "Well look who it is. who knew I would see you here," he said to you in a cocky tone. You tried your best not to roll your eyes. You most definitely wanted to keep your job. "Hello Kai sorry about last night." You said with a smile. "Oh don't switch up on me now I like your festy side. Not to mention I don't usually like to mix business with pleasure." He said and grab your tie pulling you closer to him. You gasp as you were so close to him. "You are dismissed Ms.L/N," He said with the same lustful smirk and let go of your tie. This time that smirk he gave you hit differently. This time you're starting to fill lust for him. Maybe you won't regret it. "Yes sir" You whispered. "I don't think I heard you right," kai said. "Yes Sir," you said louder and you saw kai smirk again. You then walked out of his office.

You saw his assistant bow at you and you smiled and bowed back.

You made your way back to your office. Mark then knocks on the door. you allowed him to come. He came in closing the door after him. "So how did it go?" he said excitedly. "It to be honest I guess it kinda well."

-

Later that night You were called into Kai's office once again. All of your co-workers left and the office was empty. You walked to the elevator and press the button to the fifth floor. You didn't know what to expect from him. "After all, he was the one that didn't want to mix business with pleasure". You made it to his office. You knocked on the door slightly just enough for him to say come in. You closed the door behind you.

You walked and you saw him with his hair was a mess. He loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. "You wanted to see me." You said walking closer to him. "Yes I did." He got up from his desk and walked to the front of it. Just the sight of him like this makes you go crazy. "Am I making you nervous?" He said he gave you that same smile. He walked closer to you lifting your face to make you make eye contact with him. "No..." you whisper, slightly biting on your bottom lip. His eyes soon darted to your lips before going back to your eyes.

The sexual tension between the two of you was unbearable and you couldn't help but look at his lips. Your face moves ever so slowly to his lips, and soon your lips connect. The kiss began to get heated with your tongues crashing into each other. He slowly moved back into the glass desk before sitting on it slightly. His hands move down to your hips pulling you closer. His leg soon parted yours and being to move your cloth pussy along his thigh. The sensation made you moan in pleasure. Your skirt rises up your butt. As his hands reach down to your butt then he squeezes it. "Kai~" you moaned, He then started to kiss up and down your neck. "you like that?" He asked You nodded. "I need an answer love."

"Yes, I love it" You let out before pleading for more. Kai picked you up laying you back on his glass desk. He then took off your skirt and panties leaving them on the floor. "Look how wet you are, all from just kissing how cute."

"Shut up." you sigh. "You know you love it" he smiles.

He then bent down kissing your inner thighs. He then made it to your pussy kissing your clit, and soon after that, he began to suck on it. "fuck Kai~" you moaned once more. You can feel him smiling against you. He then enters his tongue into you. you let out a gasp as he still fingered your clit. Your breathing started to get heavy as your hands made it to his hair messing it up more than it is. "Fuck I'm close Kai" His tongue moved back to your clit sucking on it faster. "Thats it let go for me" His words sent vibrations to your clit soon sending you over the edge.

You loosened your grip on his hair. "You're so pretty". He said before getting up. You could see the wetness from your pussy smeared on his chin. He then unbutton his shirt and started to undo his belt. "Just go slow with me okay" You whimpered. "Of course." He said before kissing your forehead.

He pulled his pants down along with his boxers. You could see his dick stand tall. He moved his dick between your folds letting your wetness lobe his dick. "Fuck you're so warm." He then made his way to your entrance and slowly his slip his dick inside of you.

“Shit your so tight” he said with his grip on your waist tightened. He went slow at first while kissing your neck. You started to crave more of him. “Can you go faster?”. He raises his eyebrow before spending up the paste. “Fuck you so good for me,” he said going faster while one of his fingers made it to your clit.

He then lifts one of your legs pushing his dick in a certain spot making you gasp. “Oh please just like that” you pled. You can see a slight smirk make its way to his face. “Damn you feel amazing.” he moans.

His thrust started to get sloppy and his breath started to get heavy. “I'm close” he lets out. “Me too” you let out. After a few more thrusts he pulled out coming on your tummy. “Fuck” you whimpered at the loss of his dick. “Let me take you home”

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[twst-drabbles]

I agree with you on the MC shouldn't have magic. It doesn't make sense for me since the LITERAL MAGIC MIRROR said we didn't have any and the fact that through all the canon story there isn't even a small future shadowing about it. Not to mention that through all the overblotes should have been enough to 'awaken something in us' like the mines in the prologue or even in the other overblotes. As well as the other students have stated that when they're around blot, a lot of magic casting they can FEEL the blot accumulate. We never have felt it or at least mentioned it.

That's just the canon stuff but in the fanfic stuff as well it makes to be so much more interesting.

1. For example making the Twst guys adapt(cause they're a lil unknowledgeable on this stuff) for us. Seeing we're not mentally okay. Even if we can't overblot that it is still very serious and needs attention.

There's so many other ways to write about this but that's just one of them.

Yup. Any sort of awakening now, this late in the game would feel incredibly cheap. A cop-out, just a "plot twist" to keep the audience entertained, not all all caring for how this would damage the narrative as a whole.

Oh boy I ramble, had to put it under a cut. If you all want to ramble at me about your pet peeves with the story, by all means, tell me.

Plot twists aren't meant to be super hidden things. If not a single one of your audience members can figure out the plot twists you put in your story, you did not make a good plot twist. You just did an ass pull of one. It's an event that came out of nowhere, making it seem as though you, the author, came up with that plot twist on the spot. It's why you have to leave clues so your audience doesn't think you're just putting stuff in.

I imagine someone will argue and cite those Disney movie visions the MC is having as evidence that they're magical in some way, but this is too little evidence with little to no payoff since the MC does nothing with those visions. They see those visions, go "Oh." and that's it. These visions, you could easily take them out and the narrative wouldn't be affected. They're not important to the story. I'm sure that's not the intention and there's a reason for it, but the narrative doesn't do a good job on emphasizing of the importance of these visions. The MC doesn't go searching around for answers to these visions, nor question others about it or even read up on the fucking history of these villains to find something! They're not searching! So we, as the audience, are inclined to not question it cause the narrative doesn't treat it as important! So why would I consider it to be evidence that the MC has magic when even the story itself doesn't treat it as important?

Another argument to be made is that the writer wants us to come up with our own answers, hence why it isn't touched upon, but this only works if we had avenues to explore. Little bits of history, some explanation of what the hard limits of magic are, some fucking rumor of visions or whatever the hell, but we don't even get that, so there no answer we can come up with. All of them are crack theories cause we get little to use and explore. We only have one path with can explore, and it's that those visions are Mickey's dreams that he shares with the MC, and that's it. That's all the possible paths to explore. Which, in the end, means that these visions are not evidence of the MC having magic cause it didn't even come from them. They just bounced off of Mickey and into them. And, as we have seen, magic can in fact affect and damage them.

Sorry for the rambling, I just get real heated up with the topic of plot structure, foreshadowing and all that good jazz. The missed opportunities always get me fired up to write fanfiction for them, gets my editor side all up in arms and going "I'm gonna pretty this fucker up!"

I get the same feelings for that other gacha game, Obey Me but I do not know where I can read the story cause I hate the how blatantly greedy those games are, along with how short the stories are for the sake of padding more battles. Get on Arknights level of story giving.

So yeah, if anyone has the story of Obey Me written down or recorded somewhere, please tell me so I can start a Reader Insert blog about it cause I have some sadistic feelings to inflict on that dude Belphagor. I want him to suffer so badly.

But yeah, if the canon story decides to give the MC magical powers, just know I'm gonna take the harder route and make it not a thing. Taking away those powers. I will not have it.

[cremonamone]

Welcome to my lair!

I’m a monster lover who loves love so my work here will be entirely Monster Fucker style romance and smut. I’m working on a novel now, but here I’ll post the shorter stuff.

I’m a queer, fat, white, cis-woman. I’m happy to write outside of my own experiences, but this is the perspective these stories will be coming from. If you want me to write something else, I’m happy to oblige with a little hand-holding and some sensitivity reading. Always let me know if I cross a boundary or do something upsetting, so I can reassess my writing and keep this a safe environment.

I will post trigger warnings and maturity ratings on each story.

What I will not write:

Scat, paedophilia, Incest/stepcest, age regression, race play, non-consensual sexual situations, knotting

MINORS: This is not the place for you. Please don’t interact with my posts/stories. If you’re reading this, go find one of the other millions of accounts that I’m sure cater to your interests.

Once I get a handful of stories posted, I’ll offer commissions to anyone who is interested (should anyone be interested).

Thanks for reading! I hope my stories make you feel something.

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Oohhh 5, 16, and 24 for the fic asks pls! 🩵💜

Hi Mic! Thanks for sending some fic ask game questions :)

16: Do you stick to canon when you write characters and fics? I try my best to stick to canon portrayal of characters. I avoid fics where the characters are really OOC or have been changed so much they don't even feel the same. My goal is always to take the canon elements of a character (their core belief systems, their reactions in certain types of situations, how they treat people, how they speak, etc) and put it into my little situations.

That said, I love writing canon divergent fics and AUs. For me, half the fun of writing fic is seeing what kinds of crazy situations I can put a character in while still keeping that character who they are at their core.

24: Which fic of yours do you wish people would ask about more? Why?

The answer to this question is almost always going to be the longer fics I've written because I put so much time into them so I want everyone to read them.

Feels Like Magic - this fic means so much to me. I love magic AUs and I love the world and it was so much fun to write, even if it took me a couple of months. (buddie fic)

Baby On Board - this fic was my modern steddie AU I poured so much into and love so much. I feel like there aren't that many modern Steddie fics so I wrote it mostly for me, but I'd love for more people to read it.

it hurts to hope for more - i feel like I talk about this fic all the time, but that's probably because it's one of my favourites that I've written. I really loved writing Buck and Eddie in relationships with women that they were happy in, even if they didn't work out. And I loved giving Natalia and Marisol some more backstory and personality that we've gotten in the show. Plus, writing that fic was really cathartic for me.

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

This is from my NHL AU - I'm trying to weave some canon elements into the story while still having it make sense for this universe and I'm pretty proud of how this part turned out. It's got Eddie telling a racist that his mom is Swedish so he can try to use that part and it's got Eddie fighting.

Eddie hasn’t gotten in a fight since he joined the Kings. They’re a team built on skill and speed, not on old school heavy hockey like Detroit was when Eddie played for them. Eddie had always been the outlier on that team because he was almost all skill and speed, just skill and speed with a killer right hook.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eddie asks as his first connects with Deangelo’s face. “You think racism is fun? You think initially running the goalie is acceptable?” Buck doesn’t hear or see the rest of the fight, he’s too busy getting tangled up with two other Hurricanes trying to keep them away from Eddie and Deangelo. He’s not much of a fighter, he’s only gotten in two fights in his entire career - one because he fucked a guy’s girlfriend and the other because he rejected a guy’s sister - but he can hold his own.  He’s nothing compared to Eddie though. By the time the refs separate all of them and figure out the penalties, Eddie’s knuckles are a little bloody and Deangelo’s nose might be broken. Buck would feel bad if he hadn’t heard at least two other slurs coming out of the guys month after the refs pulled them all apart.  “I can’t believe they didn’t give that fucker a match penalty,” Eddie says, pissing mad as they skate toward the penalty box. “Did you hear what he called Chim?” “No, but I can guess,” Buck shoots back. He’s furious too, but he’s too wrapped up in Eddie’s rage to express his own right now. Eddie, who Buck has never even heard raise his voice except to call for the puck or to change their positioning on the ice. It’s weird to see him now, so out of control.  “Should have known someone like you would have anger issues,” Deangelo calls as he’s escorted to the box. “Where are you even from, Diaz.” “Don’t,” Buck says quietly when they get into the box. He can taste blood in his mouth and his forehead feels warm and wet, but right now he wants to make sure Eddie doesn’t try to put anyone in the hospital. Not that Deangelo doesn’t deserve it.  “My mom’s Swedish, you can pretend it was that half that kicked your racist ass if that makes you feel better,” Eddie yells to Deangelo over the glass in the penalty box.  Buck can’t help the laugh that leaves him, even as he wipes blood off his face. It wasn’t exactly a bench brawl, but it had been pretty close to one. There are four of them in each penalty box, the most Buck has ever been in with, which is a pretty good indication of the level of tension in the ice. 

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hmm i am also thinkin abt the curator line “they need each other” …. something something, can a narrator survive without his stanley? just like a human can’t survive without food/water.. quotes in the skip button ending:

“One single thing I need -…- is to know that someone else is taking it in.”

“When you press that button,… the emptiness folds itself outward in between the two of us, and I am suspended in its unyielding quietness. I can feel the edges of my reality curdling inward and decaying. I can tell that I am becoming less and less real.”

so in the same way.. i assume that all of those narrators banding together would provide some kind of support, but. they’re all so busy trying to be heard, they don’t actually listen to each other. it’s just a big game of giving water to the man starved of food. each others’ company is enough to sustain, but it won’t be for forever.

which is why they go after stan’s narrator; they’re not 100% certain what he’s been doing, but surely he’s hoarding all of these stanleys to himself, right? why would he not hold onto them? where is he hiding them?

but there are some narrators too, that read the room and say “what the hell. the only people here selfish enough to hoard stanleys are the ones suggesting this.” and they form their own coalition which isn’t an echo chamber. they all spent their parables making assumptions on themselves and on their stanleys. this was cruel, yes, and basically a death sentence, but they recognize the self-loathing faster than a counselor in the foster care system. and some of them are still in denial about how they treated their stanleys. but they all recognize that We Need To Hear This Guy Out.

and obviously there’s a lot of infighting from both groups. it’s a high-stress situation, who wouldn’t be stressed out by the end of their life suddenly being a thing that is real and also is approaching rapidly. and there are plenty that just give up and let themselves melt away out of guilt or hopelessness.

so the hate group finally gets this guy. and he gives 0 fucks about them. which is frustrating since they did their best to strip him of his power, but he’s been heard by so many stanleys and they haven’t, so they’re still substantially weaker than him.

the sensible group of narrators aren’t able to even get a look at him. and so they’re busy scheming, but less than the hate group. so when the stanleys come to save the narrator, they notice sooner and they make a break for it. “there’s a lot to discuss, but first we want to help save your narrator.” “there isn’t much time before the others notice.” “we’re trying to hide your presence as long as possible.” “do what you do best—tune them out when they want you to listen.” “yes and that punch was deserved. i deserved that.”

the stanleys are suspicious. who are these fuckers with feelings and what have you done to our original narrators lol???? but they’re willing to go with it. how else would they have escaped their parables without trusting an unexpected offer for help?

you said you didn’t have a lot of thoughts but luckily i did ❤️ i might write smth about this au or the original au. still deciding. but my drafts folder is still overflowing so i probably won’t start until there’s a little more stanley stuff fleshed out. ok it’s my bedtime

THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO SEE THIS. I HAVE LITTLE TO ADD TO THIS GEM other than I have genuinely begun to wonder if any of the narrators, having seen this fellow, who theyve been trying to BREAK, just refusing to be broken, begin to.... wonder.

because again, and again, he just keeps telling them "you didn't take care of him. he only had you and you only had him and YOU DIDNT TAKE CARE OF HIM." and he's relentless.

"I dont get to be with my Stanley either, but god, at least in the time I had him I appreciated him. Our story was supposed to be about him finding happiness, and you all forgot that."

I absolutely can see some of them, who werent the cruel ones but were more invested in their story and in their art, starting to wonder "....was he right? did I forget why this was so important? did I--"

YOU HAVE SOMETHING HERE.