#It was from when I was in the wildest fucking friend group ever?

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Just found an old diary from when I was a kid. Most depressing shit I've ever read oh my fucking god

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the butchery of the beloved, the boulder, the bimbo and the brilliant

kinktober, day twenty-five

a/n: ahhh, it's finally time to share the kinktober fic you all helped shape!! it turned out so fucking unhinged and i love it. happy halloween, folks!

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summary: “they–… they were right…” the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when they’d light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, “I can’t believe they were right…”

warnings: dark!rafe cameron x innocent!reader, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, slasher au, final girl!reader, 00’s slutty horror movie vibes, found family, nonverbal, murder, violence, blood, gore, crying, alcohol consumption, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy, mask kink, kissing, size kink, belly bulge, manhandling, dirty talk, just the tip, pussyjob, oral, spit kink, impact play, pain kink, choking, bondage, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, references to anal/painal

word count: 7400

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It all started at a lunch table, as so many friendships do. 

The first one to sit was Hana, the nurturing soul of the group who had been a genius even back then. The next to join was Brian, the blonde bombshell whose smile brightened any room he entered. Then came Oliver, the guy who at twelve years old had stood up to the bully you couldn’t face yourself and swore from that day on he’d do so for each and every one of you till the end of your days. And lastly, there was you, in many ways the glue of the little pack. 

To say that the four of you were thick as thieves didn’t even begin to cover it, as you’d been there for each other in every up and down in each of your lives since adolescence. Even when your mother passed, especially when your mom passed, that’s when you truly knew that they weren’t just your pals, but your family. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed as you gazed out the window to the destination you’d finally reached, “is this really your dad’s cabin?” you glanced over your shoulder at the man behind the wheel, a proud smirk ever on his lips.

“Yep,” Rafe nodded and reached down to put the car in park. 

You’d met him at the beginning of this semester and it hadn’t taken you very long at all to fall embarrassingly and completely head over heels for the guy. 

Though he wasn’t the first boyfriend to grow to be a part of the tight-knit clique, he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms as you remembered Jerome, Brian’s partner, had two years ago. The gentle giant of few words had melted into your dynamic so naturally that none of you remembered any longer a time before him. But it wasn’t like that this time, not with Rafe. For some reason, your friends just couldn’t warm up to the frat guy you loved so dearly. 

As you heard the other car roll to a stop behind you, the vehicle where the four remaining resisted, your fingers dipped down into your pocket and fished out your phone to snap a photo of the luxurious lake house and its breathtaking views, though that’s when you noticed the lack of bars up in the upper corner of the screen.

“Oh, damn it…” you squinted down at your phone, “is there seriously no service out here?” 

“Yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you,” Rafe snatched out the keys, “this place is pretty off-grid, you have to probably walk half an hour or something to get any signal.”

The dry leaves on the forest floor crunched beneath your shoes as you stepped out of the car and tipped your head back to glance up at how high the surrounding pine trees stretched up towards the cloudy sky. 

As Rafe hopped up onto the wide porch and fiddled with a bundle of keys to unlock the place, your gaze kept finding him as you hung back a while and helped your friends unload their car.

“Can you all please promise to play nice this weekend?” you quietly asked them. 

“Yeah,” Oliver huffed, yanking out a heavy duffle bag, “I’ll play nice if he does, which I sincerely doubt since I haven’t yet discovered one kind bone in his body.” 

“Oh, come on,” you defended your beau, “he’s the one who suggested this trip so that you could all finally discover what a sweet guy he actually is,” before you all ascended the short steps and filtered into the abode. 

Not soon after you all crossed the threshold, Rafe’s arms seized your waist and drew you back against him, whispering in your ear that he wanted to give you the grand tour of the house. 

However, when you reached the room that was to belong to the two of you for the rest of the weekend, his ulterior motives for the journey around the cabin became crystal clear. 

At first, when he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you gazed out the tall windows at the foot of the bed, a giggle bubbled in your belly as you felt his desire poke the small of your back. Though it was already during his palm’s swift voyage under the hem of your shirt and up towards your boobs that he let slip what crucial item he’d neglected to pack. 

“You didn’t bring any condoms?” you twisted around to glare at the persistence that still sparkled in his eyes.

“Oh, come on, don’t let that fact spoil our fun,” he pulled you back into his arms, “don’t you want me to dick you down this weekend, huh?” he murmured in your ear.

“Well, I don’t wanna get pregnant,” you slowly pushed him back, “so it’ll just have to be another weekend.”  

But then he seized your hand and brought it down to the palpable tent in his jeans, “babe, come on. Just feel how hard I am. You can’t just leave me like this, not when it’s your fault to begin with.”

Your mouth then fell open as a shy scoff rolled off your tongue, “I literally haven’t done a thing, how is it my fault?”

“Come on, don’t act like a prude,” his grip around your wrist shifted and it slid down to rub your palm against his hardness, “be a good girl and at the very least get down on your knees.”

“No,” you chuckled lightly and pushed yourself off of him enough to stumble closer towards the bedroom’s exit, “if you’re so desperate, then take care of it yourself.” 

Even though winter was creeping ever nearer, each one of you still dared to go down to the lake’s small pier and soak up the mild rays of autumn sun that peeked out behind the clouds. Both Hana and Oliver even gathered enough courage to take a dip in the cool water, though weren’t successful in any of their attempts at talking the rest of you into the same. 

Though when your friends in the water began to splash at one another, Oliver teasingly let some splatter upon Brian as he sat on the edge, eyes closed and face turned up towards the sky as he relaxed back against his boyfriend. 

“Oh my god! Don’t!” he tensely straightened up, his tone startling Jerome enough that his palm that rested on Brian’s waist tightened, “stop! You’re giving me flashbacks to summer camp!” 

As you heard your grinning friend in the lake apologise, you opened your mouth to note, “that’s right, I forgot you went to camp when we were kids.”

“Yeah, it was honestly revolting,” Brian recoiled slightly at the recollection, “mosquitoes, terrible food, even worse people. Had a big old lake just like this one,” he gestured to the surrounding landscape. 

“Actually,” Rafe then spoke up, his voice booming to your ears as he sat directly behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your frame as his chin rested atop your shoulder, “this place used to be a summer camp too back when my dad bought it.”

“Really?” Hana glanced up from the water, their childish game now halted. 

“Yeah, I mean,” Rafe cast a glance over his shoulder at the structures on the bank just behind him, “it had been abandoned and completely deserted for a long time, but a lot of the buildings, the main house and the shed and stuff, they’re the original cabins just renovated.”

“Your dad bought an abandoned camp?” Oliver scrunched up his face, “okay, creepy…”

“Oh, hell no, I’m out,” Brain began to unravel, “babe, if we wake up in the middle of the night to a ghost child standing at the foot of our bed, it’s your job to take care of it,” he glanced over his shoulder at Jerome, “I’m too delicate and pretty to deal with the paranormal, especially if it’s kids,” to which his boyfriend simply hummed in agreement and soothingly let his palm run down his partner’s arm.

“Oh, this place isn’t haunted,” Hana said after she’d swam up to clutch against the side of the pier, “calm down.”

“Well, you don’t know that, it might be,” the blonde man behind you shrugged, “especially with what apparently happened here back in the day…”

“What are you talking about?” you looked back at him. 

“Well, back like forty years ago or something, when this was still a camp, there was this one counsellor who one day just went nuts, like snapped and murdered every single person there,” Rafe told, purposely making his tone more ominous the further into the story he got, “that’s why the place was shut down and abandoned, why no one ever wanted to return it to its former glory. It’s one of the most gruesome unsolved cases in this entire corner of the country.”

“Wait, unsolved?” Brian clutched his imaginary pearls. 

“Yeah, the guy was never caught, supposably never even left these woods…” he then leaned in and attempted to truly spook you all, “at night if you listen closely, you can still hear him sharpening his blade, getting ready to hunt his next prey…”

Hana, assuming that he was only joking, let out a dry laugh to cut the tense silence that had fallen over you all, “okay, very funny, ha-ha.” 

“Yeah,” you gently rubbed your boyfriend’s arm as you tried to shake the tale off of you, “let’s maybe not joke about psychopaths running around a rural area when we actually are in a rural area,” though goosebumps still pricked and tingled every inch of your skin. 

“Wait, how did it go?” your giggle mingled with Oliver’s as you both leaned against the kitchen counter, nearly bumping your foreheads together from how hard you were laughing, “was it…” and you began to hum a faint melody. 

“No because, remember, at the end it went,” your friend cut you off and then made his own attempt, though much more accurate than your own, causing your eyes to promptly light up with recognition before they crinkled together in laughter as he tried to hit the high note at the end. 

Once the woods surrounding the cabin had succumbed to darkness, the group of you all decided to wrap the day up in a bit of merriment, going through Rafe’s father’s liquor stash and turning up the music. 

During your and Oliver’s secluded moment in the kitchen away from the rest, your laughter caused you to sway even closer to one another, your palm naturally planting itself on his chest as your faces nearly touched. 

Though just as the pair of you were doubled over, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Oh,” your grin continued as you spotted your boyfriend, “hey baby,” though your laughter finally began to fade. 

Staring daggers at the man beside you, Rafe then uttered coldly, “hey,” before his feet carried him straight towards you, seized your waist and twisted you away from your friend and towards himself to capture your lips. 

“Okay, right,” Oliver exhaled as Rafe kept marking his territory, kissing you way more passionately than he needed to, “I’ll just see you guys back in the living room then…”

You tried to tilt away enough to utter your friend a reply, though your boyfriend didn’t allow you, only let you go once Oliver was long gone and Rafe returned to his original plan of cracking open the fridge to get a cold beer for himself. 

Walking back out into the living room while your boyfriend scavenged for a bottle opener, you plopped yourself back down on the couch, on the opposite side to where Brian and Jerome were snuggled up. Next to where the lit fireplace crackled sat Oliver in a chair and not far from his feet on the fuzzy carpet rested Hana, legs crisscrossed as she held up her wine glass to stare through it. 

When Rafe rejoined you all, a freshly glowing cigarette trapped between his lips as he sauntered out of the kitchen, he situated himself right beside you, making space for himself where there hadn’t really been previously. In his hand, he didn’t just balance his own drink, but also a stout glass filled with an amber liquid, one he swiftly handed off to you even though you hadn’t asked for it, yet that had still been the routine of the evening, and after the first one was sloshing on your belly, the others became harder to deny and not accidentally sip absentmindedly, especially when he’d playfully help you along by tilting the glass the remaining distance up towards your lips. 

“Sweetie,” Hana soon leaned closer to utter for your ears only, “don’t you want a glass of water instead?” 

Though your boyfriend beside you unfortunately overheard and grasped his cigarette between two of his longer fingers, a puff of smoke accompanying his words as he answered before you got the chance to, “she’s fine.”

From across the couch, as Hana scooted back to her spot on the carpet, having not caught the quiet interaction, Brian then suggested, “why don’t we play a game or something?” 

“What, like truth or dare?” Hana leaned back against an unoccupied armchair. 

“No, this isn’t a slumber party. Isn’t there like board games here?”

Brian’s glance then drifted to Rafe as he smothered his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and, without warning, pulled you into his lap and caught Oliver’s eye from across the room as he shamelessly let his hands wander across your frame.  

“Uh, yeah. There should be some in the cabinet over there,” Rafe vaguely gestured before his lips began to nip at the side of your neck, making your eyes flutter and only half watched along as Brian then got up to skim through the aforementioned cupboard. 

“Okay,” he glanced through the options, “there are cards, so we could play poker or something,”

“No way,” Oliver swiftly shook his head and shot a glance at Jerome’s bulky form, comfortably slumped on the couch, “I’m not repeating that fiasco again.” 

“Aw,” Brian glanced back at his friend, “but it was so cute seeing my boyfriend fucking demolish you,” and Jerome, the quiet man he was, just let out a grunt in agreement.

“No, pick something else,” Oliver waved a hand. 

“Well, we’ve got monopoly, scrabble, cards against humanity–, uh! There’s clue!” he excitedly picked up the box and spun around, “oh, work! Let’s play that!” 

With his kisses still dancing along your skin, they then suddenly ceased as Rafe announced, “you guys go ahead, I think Y/n is ready for bed.” 

Shooting a concerned glance at how your intoxicated form wobbled slightly as your boyfriend helped you up on your feet, Hana uttered, “oh, are you sure?” 

“She is,” Rafe’s touch clung to you, “aren’t you babe?” 

“Oh, uhm…” you hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, as if he himself planted the thought in your hazy mind, all of the alcohol had in fact made you pretty sleepy, “yeah, I guess so.” 

“Alright, well then,” Hana’s voice stayed slightly hesitant, “sleep tight.”

“I love you guys,” you blew the group kisses as Rafe helped you over towards the stairs. 

His kisses made you even more dizzy than you already were, so when you stumbled over the threshold into your shared room, you flopped down onto the mattress, though you weren’t quite sure if you’d just fallen or if Rafe had manhandled your intoxicated and pliant frame, giving you a push before his form was atop of yours. 

Though now that you were horizontal and with the weight of a frat boy squishing you further down into the bed, that was when you truly noticed just how much you’d had to drink that evening. 

The room was spinning as Rafe made out with you, his palms raking across your body like a wild storm, squeezing every soft curve he could get his hands on. As one hand disappeared up your skirt, his kisses wandered down and over your throat to the bit of your chest that was exposed in the neckline of your top. Wasting no time at all, he then yanked down the hem, catching one of the cups of your bra as well as he unwrapped your tit like a present. 

As his face was buried in your boobs, surely giving you hickeys from the way that he sucked at your pebbly nipple and the surrounding sensitive skin, a breathless attempt at halting his affections left your lungs, “baby–” 

Though he didn’t take the whimper as you’d intended it and simply continued, “shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he yanked down the other sliver of mesh fabric covering your other boob, “god, these tits are just insane.” 

Weakly, you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair and gasped as you felt his hardness grind into your covered core, “Rafe, I–” 

“Yeah?” his lips began to flutter back up to your own as he let himself rock against you with more intent, “you want this big dick, huh?” 

“No, we can’t, we don’t have a–”

“Oh come on, baby,” he shifted, slipping a hand down under the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear, not hesitating to sweep his fingers through your wetness and bully your little button, “I know you want to…” 

“Stop, that feels too good,” you tried, but couldn’t yank his strong hand away, “you can’t–, I have to get up and brush my teeth.” 

“You know, all my exes let me tap it raw,” he purred in your ear and attempted to guilt you, “why won’t you? Don’t you trust me?” his touch then suddenly disappeared, but only to tug down the zipper on the side of your short skirt.

“Of course I do, I just–”

“Then why won’t you let me make you feel good, huh?” he yanked both your skirt and panties down your legs, so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Crawling off of your jelly-like form, he stood tall and loomed at the foot of the bed. Wasting no time, he yanked your core closer to the edge before he desperately freed his fat cock. The taps he then offered your glistening cunt, letting you reel in the weight of his length, “doesn’t that feel nice, baby?” he smirked at the way your mouth fell open, “because it sure seems like your little pussy thinks so, just look,” you followed his command and glanced down to spot how his intimidating girth nudged at your weepy petals. 

Even after months of dating, you still hadn’t gotten used to the daunting size of him. 

“Oh, fuck…” your brows knitted together. 

“Just listen to that,” he flicked the bulbous tip through your slick folds with more vigour, causing the melody of your want to echo even louder throughout the bedroom, “you’re so fucking wet. You want it so bad…”

You then felt yourself fade away into the intoxicating sensation, letting him continue to fuck your fold and make your pussy drool even further till your eyes fluttered shut. 

However, it didn’t take very long at all, through all of the hazy motions, before the very tip of him caught your entrance and slipped inside. 

“Rafe!” you gasped, eyes snapping back open as your spine lurched off the mattress just an inch. 

“Fuck,” he let out a loud groan, “sorry, babe. You’re just too soaked, it slipped in,” though didn’t move at all to pull it back out, since it had secretly been completely on purpose, “christ, you’re so tight…”

As he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, you pleaded once more, “Rafe…” quietly begging for him to take it out through the conflicting haze as the familiar sensation of him stuffing you full always shut your brain completely off.

“This doesn’t count,” he claimed as he began to move, pumping just the bulbous head of himself in and out of your little hole, “not really. I can fuck you with just the tip, right?” a few of his fingers then lowered to strum your clit and summon a loud moan from deep within your soul, “yeah, that’s what I thought…”

As he removed his fingers from your clit, he then stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your soft whimpers and letting you suck them clean of your juices. As the taste of yourself coated your tongue, your own hands came up to clutch his, holding it near as you soon let your pecks wander across his palm and even down to plant a soft kiss to the gold ring that never left his finger.

“Oh–,” a gasp then left your lungs as he suddenly pushed in a bit more of his length, “Rafe, that’s too deep,” selfishly letting himself feel more of your warmth. 

“No, that’s not too deep,” he began to fuck you properly, making you lose your breath, “you wanna know what is too deep?” a purposefully harsh thrust then buried itself so far inside of you that a tingle of pain joined the pleasure, “that’s too deep,” he then retracted just a tad, though still filled you up completely with each long stroke, “this is just right.” 

“We can’t–,” you foggily tried to shake your head. 

“Yes, we can. Just look how good you’re taking me, baby,” the palm you’d been clutching then escaped your grasp and scooped behind your head to tilt your neck and lock it there, directing your glance down between your bodies and forcing you to spot the faint bulge that appeared at each one of his mind-melting thrusts, “you don’t wanna stop…”

Feeling that all too familiar high begin to fuzz up your periphery, you trembled, “o-oh, fuck…” 

“You feel so fucking good…” he grunted as your pussy began to clench around his fat girth, “just let me use you for a bit, yeah?” 

“I–, I–,” gasps of air expanded your lungs as his pace then thrust you over the edge, “holy shit…” and your cunt helplessly clambered around him. 

In your orgasmic haze, Rafe then abruptly flipped you around for you to lay on your stomach, and you barely managed to process it before you felt the weight of him settle atop of you, smooshing you down into the mattress as he slid back in. 

“Ah!” you yelped at the way he didn’t hold back, “Rafe, it’s too much,” not even bothering to grant you a chance to recover, but simply fucked through your soreness, “I can’t–”

“Oh, shut up, you can take it,” he growled in your ear, his feet hooking your ankles and spreading your shaky legs further for him, “take it like the good little slut you are.”

It was strange how he’d taught your body to love the pain he inflicted. Even if the source was just his god-given gift of a girth, or curse, all depending on your point of view, and not the roughness he occasionally let slip out of the dark depths he tried to hide his jagged sides in for you and you alone.  

“Fuck,” you soon heard him groan as his heavy sack slapped against your cunt at each one of his furious rocks, “I’m gonna cum!” 

“Pull out–,” you managed to mumble into the sheets.

“What?” he kept on pounding your poor pussy. 

“Not inside,” you tilted your head a bit to beg, “please!”

“Oh my god, fine,” he then begrudgingly pulled out and with one hand flipped you back onto your stomach as the other wrapped around his cock and he began to fuck his fist. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he crawled further up your body till his thighs caged you in, denting the mattress on either side of your face. He didn’t even wait for your lips to part before he shoved his dick down your throat, making you gag as he groaned loudly above you, “fuck…” and fed you his load.  

When he soon flopped down on the bed beside you, the both of you catching your breaths, you instinctively gulped down what he’d given you before you curled your frame into his side. 

As he wrapped an arm beneath your head, his glance then flickered down to you as he caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting you up to him before he asked, “did you swallow it?” digging his digit slightly into your skin and making you open your mouth for him, letting him discover the answer him himself, “fuck… that’s my girl…” he groaned before dipping down to kiss you. 

The peck however didn’t carry on for long as his warmth then suddenly disappeared. 

“Where are you going?” you watched as he got up, reaching out your arms to him in a silent plea for cuddles. 

“I’m thirsty,” he zipped his pants back up, though didn’t bother with his shirt, “you just try and fall asleep, I’ll be right back.” 

Flashing him a drowsy smile, “okay,” you then tug the duvet over your form and let your gaze shadow him as he made his way out of the room. 

You thought you hadn’t managed to fall asleep, but evidently, you had as when the door to the room suddenly burst open, you were jolted awake, Rafe as well stirring as he was now settled behind you with an arm draped over your frame. 

As three of your friends rushed to slam the door behind them, Rafe propped himself up and mumbled, “hey, what the fuck–”

But Hana then cut him off, a downright terrified look plastered not only all over her own face, but the rest as well.

“Oliver’s dead,” she uttered through the tears that thickened up her voice. 

Still groggy, you slowly sat up and murmured, “what?”

Snapping her bloodshot eyes to lock with yours, she bellowed, “Oliver is fucking dead!” 

As your gaze flickered over the group in search of any sign that what she claimed wasn’t true, you heard Rafe behind you exhale, “okay, this isn’t funny.”

“Oh shut up, you dick!” Brian shot back, doubled over in the corner, hyperventilating as Jerome kneeled before him, trying to calm him down. 

“Hey, hey,” you gently raised up a hand, “don’t talk to him like that. What the hell do you mean Oliver is dead?”

“I mean that he’s dead as in dead, dead,” Hana explained, her words causing the world to suddenly crumble all around you, “Jerome went outside to get something from the car and found him on the porch, not moving and with his head stuck under the water in the hot tub.” 

With tears now stinging the corners of your eyes, you struggled to suck in a breath of air, “what?”

“It’s that fucking ghost story you told us,” Brian panicked in the corner, “it’s real, isn’t it?” 

“Okay,” Rafe uttered as the both of you leapt out of bed and scrambled to get some clothes on, “let’s all just calm down.”

“We gotta call the police,” Hana said, to which Jerome swiftly pulled out his phone, only to then curse quietly as he discovered what Brian too noticed when he glanced over his shoulder. 

“Fuck, we can’t, there’s no signal!”

Hana then glanced around at everyone, “well then one of us has gotta drive and find some, right?” 

“Hell no,” Brian shuttered, “if there’s some psycho out in these woods, then I’m not staying behind to get murdered. We’re all going.”

So that’s how, after you’d all scurried downstairs and filtered out through the sliding door to the porch, that you saw the truth with your own eyes. 

Even though his head was obscured beneath water, the unmoving corpse of your dear friend still caught your eyes and stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh my god…” you sobbed, your blood running cold. 

But before you could let your feet carry you closer to the scene of the crime, Rafe seized your arm and uttered, “baby, come on,” before pulling you along the last short distance towards the cars, “I’m sorry, but we gotta go.”

Though when you did reach the vehicles and attempted to start them, neither one of them would as they’d seemingly been tampered with, forcing the panicked lot of you all to run back inside. 

“Shit…” Brian clutched onto the back of the couch in the living room for support, “what do we do now?”

“We can’t go on foot, not in the dark through this forest,” Rafe spoke, “so we gotta stay here till morning.”

Glancing around the space, Hana uttered, “then we gotta make this place safe. Lock all the doors and windows, find somewhere to hide.” 

“Yeah, good idea,” your boyfriend nodded before suggesting, “let’s split up, it’ll be faster that way. Y/n with me, we’ll take that side of the house, and the rest of you stay over here.” 

And before anyone could protest, he’d yanked you down a dark hallway.

You nearly stumbled twice as Rafe dragged your shaking visage through the lake house, only stopping once you’d reached a large closet. 

“In here, baby,” he shoved you inside, though began to shut the door before he nuzzled himself in as well. 

“No, what are you doing?” tears streaming down your face, you attempted to stop him. 

Though he only halted his efforts a second, grasping your face as he uttered, “please, just stay here.”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” you clutched onto his dark t-shirt, “you can’t–”

“Babe, I can’t let anything happen to you. I can’t lose you,” he then collided his lips with your own, a sob escaping your lungs as he briefly kissed you, “please, just stay right here, hide, for me.” 

Slowly, you loosened your trembling grip on his shirt and cried, “I love you.” 

“I’ll be right back!” he promised before shutting the closet door and bathing you in darkness. 

You had no idea how much time passed, if it was only a few seconds or hours that you stayed in the dusty and dim abyss of that closet, but then when a loud crash and a shrill scream suddenly found your ears, your shaky hand pushed the door back open.

You’d never in your life been as terrified as you were when you found yourself tip-toeing down that long, dark hallway. Though, as you sneaked past the ajar door to the study, your entire body suddenly froze up at the massacre that met you within. 

Unmoving and slumped over the threshold, there lied Jerome, his face beaten to a pulp, rendering it nearly unrecognisable as blood slowly trickled into the tight curls on the top of his head. 

Past where Hana was lying in the middle of the room, battered and coughing, in the corner you saw as a tall figure, masked by a dark motorcycle helmet, crouched over the still form of Brian and landed the last few blows to claim his life. 

“Please,” Hana’s words were gurgled by blood as the killer slowly straightened back up. Twisting ever so slightly, the assailant plucked out one of the clubs from the gold bag that leaned against one of the tall bookcases, “just let me go,” your last living friend begged as you watched the murderer wrap his long fingers around the handle and take the few steps to where Hana lied, “just let me–” 

As he took a wide swing and hit your friend right in her temple, the loud crack that echoed throughout the cabin made you shutter in terror and let out an uncontrollable scream, causing the killer’s head to snap up to spot you in the dark hallway. 

For a second you both just stood there, frozen and staring at one another, like two deer in headlights. But then, as he began to move, taking his time as he stepped over the bodies littering his path, you stumbled back and collided with the wall directly behind you. 

You tried to run, but even though you managed to slip out the wide glass doors and escape a good distance into the dark forest surrounding the house, the masked man still caught up to you and flung you against a tree. As he had you cornered, you felt him drag the cold tip of the golf club up your right leg and over your shuttering skin, drawing a crimson line of your beloved’s blood across your goosebump-ridden flesh. 

“P-please don’t kill me, please–,” you cried, but just then, the moonlight that streamed through the dense treetops caught in a glint of gold that adorned the hand that clutched the club, a recognizable ring that caused your heart to drop. 

As your eyes then flickered up to the dark helmet, that too seemed oddly familiar now that you truly looked at it. 

In some sick and twisted way, you hoped that the killer had just stolen the jewellery from your boyfriend as a trophy of the night’s conquest and not the horrifying alternative. 

But when you then tried to slip away and the man pushed you back, your hands defensively shot up, though only managed to knock the helmet off his head and let it tumble to the dark forest floor below, unveiling the earth-shattering truth. 

“Oh my god…” you gasped, eyes wide as you now stood face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Shh,” he took a step closer to you, caging you in even further, “calm down, baby. Don’t do anything stupid now.” 

“They–… they were right…” the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when they’d light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, “I can’t believe they were right…”

A low sigh then escaped Rafe’s lungs. 

“You really should have just stayed hidden like I told you to… I didn’t want you to find out this way… it would have been so much simpler if you’d just bought into the story I made up…” 

“You killed my friends…” your chest ached with every painful gasp of air, “how–… how could you?” 

“Oh, honey…” his head tilted slightly as the corners of his lips twitched, “do you really think this is my first time?” 

Staring back at him in horror, you sputtered, “w-why?”

“Because of you,” he uttered as if it was obvious, “it was all for you,” his feet shifted him even closer to you, “they were a bad influence, so this was the only way.”

“They were my family!” 

“They were like a poison, all of them, trying to control you, trying to take you away from me,” he inched in even closer, making you wish the harsh bark that scratched up your spine would simply open up like a portal and let you escape, “I know Hana was trying to get you to break up with me… Oliver always followed you around like a lost puppy, just hoping you’d one day spread your legs for him… and Jerome and Brian? They were just plain annoying,” his hot breath fanned across your skin as he petted the edges of your features with a knuckle of the hand clutching the golf club, “I did it all for you, for us, because I love you… fuck, you have no idea how much I fucking love you, baby…” he uttered before bringing the bud of the improvised weapon down upon the side of your head and knocking you clean out. 

When you came to, the flicking light from a lit fireplace was the only source of light in the dim room you found yourself in. Arms folded up behind your head, a long rope was tangled around them and stretched up to a beam in the ceiling above. Your legs too were tied, keeping your naked frame upright and locked in place in the middle of the room. 

“Fucking finally,” a low voice echoed from the chair across the chamber, causing you to wince as the tone pierced your soul and worsened your splitting headache, “you really took your sweet time waking up.” 

Blinking back at your boyfriend as he leaned back in the seat, pants undone and his hard length tight in his fist, a murmur escaped your lips, “…you knocked me out…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he got up and walked towards your suspended form, “but you didn’t give me any other choice.” 

As he slowly neared you, your glossy eyes flickered up to meet his.

“Rafe, please,” you heard your voice break as you tried to keep your tone soft, “you don’t have to do this. Just untie me, I promise I won’t be mad at you.”

“Oh yeah?” a small scoff slipped through his smirk. 

“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me go,” you begged, “please don’t hurt me.” 

“Shh, shh,” his palm rose up to stroke your hair before letting it rush down and over the curves of your exposed body, “but you’ve been such a bad girl. I think you deserve a lesson that hurts a little bit,” his palm then slapped your pussy, still soaked and sore from earlier, rendering you to let out a shrill yelp, “it’s okay, you can cry…” he briefly leaned in to kiss your cheek before he shifted, though still staying so close that his nose ghosted along your skin as he made his way around to stand directly behind you, “you look so pretty when you do…”

You then squirmed as he reached down to grasp his cock and nudge at your sensitive entrance, “Rafe, please–, ah!” a cry then left your form as he ruthlessly rammed his way inside, plugging you up so completely that his balls nuzzled against your slick skin. 

“Fuck!” his moan tickled the shell of your ear as he tangled his arms around your torso, “you’re so perfect…” he began to move, finding a selfish pace to wreck you with, “so perfect and all mine…” 

As his thrusts caused your tits to jiggle, one of his wide hands soared up to grasp one while the other one snaked up to wrap around your throat. He then squeezed it fiercely enough that all your noises eventually faded away and he kept you completely quiet for a good moment before his hold slackened and he once again granted you the privilege of gasping for air. 

“This is all you need, just me, only me,” he grunted, “just like this, using your pretty little hole for exactly what it was made for… you were made for me and nobody else… no one…”

His grip then drifted down to dent your hips before he lifted them, raising your bound frame till your tip toes were barely grazing the cold floor. Your back arched slightly as he repeatedly brought your hips back to him, his balls sloppily slapping against your swollen clit each time he manoeuvred your body and treated you like a toy. 

When he then hooked an arm around your front to keep moving your body greedily against him, it granted the other one the grace to roam your frame freely. 

As his fingers found one of your nipples in a harsh pinch, he let out a groan at the way you began to clamper down around his fat girth, “are you gonna cum, baby? Huh?” his palm then slapped your tit, “because it sure fucking feels like you’re close,” before he suddenly retracted completely, slipping out of your drooling cunt and causing a shy whimper to slip from your lips, one he swiftly cut off when he smacked your cheek, “too bad. You’re not allowed to.” 

As you shakily struggled to stay on your unsteady feet, you panted, “Rafe, my legs, I can’t–”

“Oh yeah?” he mockingly pouted at you as he sauntered around to your front, “do they hurt? Are you tired?” and as you offered him a nod, his fingers grasped your chin, “well,” his thumb slowly stretched up to trace your bottom lip, “if you promise that you’ll be a good girl for me, then I’ll give you a little break.”

“Yes, I will,” a tear rolled down your still stinging cheek. 

“You will what?” his palm briefly slapped the side of your face once again before returning to the same hold. 

“I’ll be your good girl, I’ll do whatever you want,” you begged and as he then sank down to his knees, grabbed a pocketknife resting on a nearby table and held up his end of the bargain, slicing through the ropes at your legs and cutting them loose. A new wave of sobs tumbled out of your form, “thank you! Oh, thank you so much!”

Tossing the blade far away before he rose back up, “you’re fucking welcome, baby,” he then caught you off guard as he suddenly plucked your lower half up into his arms. 

“W-wait, I thought you’d give me a break!” your legs trembled in his grasp as he slide you back onto his fat cock. 

“Yeah, your legs were tired, so I’m being nice and giving them a break,” the wet claps of your skin roughly colliding once again filled the dark room, “your pussy doesn’t deserve one yet… unless of course, this is you begging me to fuck your ass…” a wicked wish that he’d been begging you for ever since the very first time he banged you. 

“No! No, not there, please, I’ve never–”

“Oh, I know you haven’t,” he smirked, “that’s what makes it so much more fun…”

“Please, Rafe,” you blinked back at him, “don’t.”

“You told me I could do whatever I want…” he angled his bucks right against that spot that caused your teeth to dig into your lower lip, “you promised to be a good girl for me and just take whatever I give you…” 

“I will,” your eyes couldn’t help but flutter, “just please not that.”

He then let a dollop of his spit splatter directly against your face, “alright, but only because I love you,” before he dipped down to plant a feverish kiss against your lips, “tell me that you love me too.”

“I love you,” you murmured against his mouth. 

“Huh?” one of his hands let go of you and he shifted to balance you with only one, letting the other instead drift down between your forms to bully your puffy pearl, “what was that?”

“I lo–, a-ah!” you suddenly whined as he pressed one of his fingers inside your pussy, not caring in the slightest that you were already completely filled up as he forced his digit in alongside his fat cock. 

“Come on, baby,” he stared down at you, “tell me you love me,” and kept up his ruthless pace as he hooked the finger inside of you, “tell your soulmate just how much you love and adore him, how you want nothing more than to worship him at his feet.” 

“I–, I–, Rafe,” you gasped, feeling as if he was splitting you in half, “it’s too much–”

“No, it’s not too much, it’s exactly right, you can take it, baby.” 

“I can’t–”

“I don’t fucking care,” he continued to fuck you without remorse, slamming his intimidating length so deep inside of you that you nearly couldn’t breathe, “I wanna feel you cum, just like this.”

“Rafe–”

“Do it or I’ll get a lot meaner,” he warned you before he finally got what he wanted. Your squirt drizzled down on the floor as the intensity caused a scream to erupt from your form, “there you go, fuck,” he groaned as he watched your pussy gush around his girth, “that’s it,” before the way your cunt clambered down around him caused him to let go as well, “shit,” and pump you full of his cum. 

Rafe pressed a peck to your forehead before he pulled out of your warmth and you breathlessly glanced down to watch as his hot load began to leak out of your quivering hole. 

“Alright, baby,” he exhaled and then uttered words that caused a shiver to trickle down your spine, “foreplay’s over. I think you’re ready for your punishment now.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

»Merry Christmas || Nanami ||

𓏲warnings: Office sex,p in v { unprotected } , cream pie

It was not a crush! He refused to believe he had a crush on his pretty coworker, his coworker with the memorizing smile, that kind gaze you would alway's give him or asked how he was doing. He didn't like how his palm's grew sweaty when your skin would brush agains't his.

He did not like the way his heart would race whenever he would notice your eye's would light up when you talked about your interests. It was cute, but as he would remind himself daily.

It was not a crush, really because he does not get crushes on his sweet coworker. That was until the annual Office Christmas party rolled around and you walked in with a bright smile on your handing him a small gift that he had to acknowledge his feeling's.

Looking at the gift in his head his cheek's flushed for a moment as you made your way to your group of friends. "Shit."

Nanami was not quite sure how he ended up in this predicament. One moment you two were chatting away then the next thing he knew he was pinning you to the spare desk.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered against your neck as his hand's clutched your hips as you grasped his tie tightly.

"You...I want you....please."

Kento's eyes darkened with desire as he listened to your request. A wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his voice dropping to a low, husky timbre. "How could I ever say no to you?"

He carefully untangled your fingers from his tie as he let you get into a more comfortable position on the large wooden desk. He moved to stand between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs, his touch sending electric jolts of anticipation through your body.

"You look absolutely breathtaking."he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of hunger and admiration. His fingers slowly traced the contours of your body, skimming over the fabric of your dress, teasingly inching higher. "Would you like me to ravish you right here on this desk?"

"Yes."

His voice was a seductive whisper, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. The air crackled with tension and anticipation, and Kento was more than ready to fulfill your desires.

The sound of Christmas music spilling through the speakers.Kento's eyes gleamed with a mix of dominance and desire as he sensed your urgency. He wasted no time in claiming what was rightfully his. His fingers deftly worked their way under the fabric of your dress, gliding over the smooth skin of your thighs until they reached the edge of your panties.

With a teasing smirk, he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric, slowly pulling it down your legs, exposing your glistening heat to his hungry gaze. His gaze locked onto yours, a silent question in his eyes as he waited for your permission to proceed.

"Tell me" he growled softly, his voice thick with anticipation. "Do you want my fingers to explore every inch of your dripping wet pussy? Do you want me to make you come undone right here, on this very desk?"

Your eyes closed for a moment, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. "I...I want you to fuck me."

His words were laced with a heady mix of dominance and desire, his voice rumbling through your core. He relished in the power he held over you, eager to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. A deep chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes darkened, taking a look over your delicate form a soft plea escaped your lips as you felt him tease your core.

Kento's eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and possessiveness as he heard your plea. The raw need in your voice sent a surge of arousal coursing through his veins, fueling his own hunger.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, his muscular form bared for your hungry gaze. His cock, already hard and throbbing with anticipation, stood proudly, a testament to his desire for you. With a purposeful stride, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

"Be careful what you wish for," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I'm going to fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you're begging for mercy...I couldn't care less if they hear us. I want them to know how good I am making you feel."

Without further warning, he plunged into your wet heat, filling you completely with one powerful thrust. A primal groan escaped his lips as he felt the tightness and warmth of your pussy clamping around him. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one driving you closer to the edge of pleasure.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke in a low, seductive tone. "You're mine, my sweet Princess. Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

As the pace quickened, he continued to ravish you, his hands gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. The sound of your moans filled the room, mixing with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. He reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, the way your walls tightened around him, begging for release.

Driven by his insatiable desire for you, he unleashed his full power and stamina, determined to take you to heights of pleasure you've never experienced before. And as you both reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, he held you tightly, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss, sealing your union in a moment of blissful surrender.

Kento could feel the intensity building, the heat between you both reaching its peak. He relished in the way your body responded to his touch, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, matching his thrusts with a desperate need for release.

His lips captured yours in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he poured his desire into the passionate embrace. The sound of your whimpering pleas sent a surge of possessiveness through him, spurring him on to push you further towards the edge.

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more relentless, aiming to push you over the precipice of pleasure. His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit, teasing and rubbing it in time with his deep, powerful strokes.

"Come for me," he growled against your lips, his voice laced with urgency. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure I'm giving you. Show me how much you need me."

With those words, he intensified his assault on your senses, his movements becoming a blur of pleasure and ecstasy. He could feel the telltale signs of your impending release, the way your walls clenched around him, the way your moans grew louder and more desperate.

And then, as if on cue, your body tensed, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name in a mixture of pleasure and surrender, your walls spasming around his cock as you rode the waves of ecstasy.

A cry tore from your lips, drowned out by the Christmas music.

Kento continued to thrust into you, prolonging your pleasure even as his own climax approached. His own release washed over him, his body trembling with the intensity of it, as he spilled himself inside you, marking you as his in the most intimate way possible.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he held you close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered words of adoration and possessiveness. "You're mine, my beloved. Always and forever."

Catching your breath, you buried your face into his chest inhaling his scent as a soft smile formed on your lips. "Beloved...I like that."

With the party dwindling down, you said your goodbye to your friends eager to head back with Nanami. It felt good to finally confess your feelings to the man, you felt even better knowing felt the same way.

Feeling a coat falling on your shoulders you looked up to spot the very man you were thinking about, warmth coating your cheeks as you clutched his coat tightly to your body.

"Ready to go!"

"Yup!" Beaming you lent back into his chest as he quickly wove his arm around your waist guiding you towards the elevator.

"Bye everyone!" You waved goodbye ignoring the looks of confusion on everyone's faces as you both left the party, you could not wait to get back to his place.

[wishmaster]

I’m hosting a party but I was hoping we could make anyone who rocked up turn into a twink I invited a few coworkers and gym buddies who need to loosen up!

I gift you this welcome mat, place this where they enter, who ever steps on or over it becomes a new man, a younger very twinkish gay horny man.

You take it home and get your place ready for your party. you lay the mat down and the entire time you wonder if it works.

You check yourself in the mirror before your curiosity gets the better of you. You walk out and walk back in over the mat. You feel something flow through your body as you return to your mirror to see if it worked.

Staring back was twink version of yourself, your sexy, slutty costume seems to fit your new persona. Damn you're so damn horny if you could you'd fuck yourself. Your new twink Go Go boy life takes hold just before your first guest arrives. The man you were before you crossed your new welcome mat quickly faded from your memory , you check your new needy fat ass in the mirror, it's firm new look showing off in the extremely tight leather pants.

The doorbell rings

It's your workmates you invited.

Your new persona wonders who the fuck these losers were, but as they stepped through the door they each changed.

Debra was first, she passed the mat and suddenly.

She quickly transformed into Jose, who was the gayest of your work friends, he had the most clothing on now, his talent in the club was stripping and teasing his fit body, having being female when she crossed the door mat she was the least twinkish of the three.

Next was Harold, the boss of your old job.

He became Jamal, the wildest of your new work friends, his costume was so tight it barely contained his twinkish young body, he immediately began making out with Jose as your final work friend, Jon crossed the door, he was sexy but ripped so when he transformed it was the least dramatic as at work he was more shy.

His shyness disappeared AS the flirty and horny new Jax stepped into your house immediately rush to plant the most intense kiss on your needy new lips. His kisses shifted from your lips to your nipples were you screamed out in joy as you noticed how much higher your voice was now.

Your next group of friends arrived from the gym.

you were shocked at how stern these boys looked, acting tough, like they reallly didn't want to be there. They needed to loosen up.

George , left, entered first as he did he became Jorge and extremely wild

Brad, in the middle entered next,

Brad became the star dancer at your new job and your best friend, he rushed to you and you both gave air kisses.

Kyle walked through in his sexiest Witchy look he could find, he started twerking put his firm new bubble butt on stage as he joined the Twinks only party. You party quickly became a fuck fest as your door closed and the mat disappeared. As it did everyone in your house were cemented in their new lives.

[kpop-s-akura]

Like to Be You || b.cc

TEASER / Release Date: TBD

🌸Pairing: Bang Christopher Chan x fem!Reader 🌸Description: You and Chris have been dating for roughly half a year, not very long by most people's standards.

As expected in a relationship between an idol and a college student (and relationships in general), there's obstacles to overcome and things to learn, but you know you love each other very much — and love should be enough. And yet, there comes a breaking point and your and Chris' relationship hits a wall, as you two don't yet understand what it's like to be the other. 🌸Genre (s)/Content: SFW; angst; established relationship; curse words; mentions of familial issues; these will be added to and(/or) edited in the final work!

🌸Teaser Word Count: 540

🌸A/N: At the end; was too long lol

Happy reading!🖤🖤

🎶Now Playing:🎶 Like to Be You (feat. Julia Michaels) by Shawn Mendes

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“All right everybody, that’ll be all for today. I’ve uploaded the outline and I’ll see you all for the midterm; study hard!” The bustling of the students around me mingled with the low playing music that flowed through my earbuds — but neither did anything to distract me from the pounding headache that thumped my brain for the past day. 

Week. Month, more like it.

Ever since the professors had us start thinking about our midterms and semi-preparing for them, it’s like a fire lit under my ass and I felt it in my temples.

While I wasn’t pulling all-nighters to study (yet) and explicitly killing myself over the prospective tests (yet), I was stressed to hell in a way I couldn’t even fathom.

Was it because the school made an internal error, and now our midterms were weeks earlier than other colleges?

It’s inconvenient, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

I mean I am in my senior year. But it wasn’t even my final midterm, I still have another in March; thank fuck the school didn’t screw up both testing dates.

Perhaps the ugly feelings of my depreciating status with my mom was still busting my back. Was I not as truly indifferent to what was going on? 

Not like I thought I was.

My mom and I disagreed on many things, including how I would continue on with my life. It made for quite the strain on our bond and my mental health for a bit.

It was upsetting, but I adapted to our new dynamics and I often try to not think about it.

There was also the situation of my full-time job, which wasn’t offering me any rest from the business of school. 

I had been working at the same department store for almost my entire college career, and I got promoted to manager status because of that.

So it wasn’t a matter of first-day (or even first-year) nervousness, it was just an adult job that gave me adult stress and adult anger.

There were many other problems going on in my life, substantial and infinitesimal, but I never once considered my relationship with Chris to be one of them.

Bang Christopher Chan. Stage name, Bangchan.

Leader of fourth generation K-pop boy group and global sensation: Stray Kids.

Never, in my wildest dreams — even the ones I had during a fever — did I imagine myself dating an idol.

While I rarely ever listened to K-pop before, I did like a couple of songs and recognized the occasional idol thanks to friends who were a part of the fandom; of which almost all were Stays.

And it’s not like Stray Kids weren’t one of the biggest names in South Korea, at the time. I could usually recognize their faces from the numerous billboards, media ads, or pictures my friends would show me.

But at first, I didn’t recognize Chris.

In the middle of the National Museum of Korea, amidst the dozens — maybe even hundreds, that day — of visitors, it’s no wonder he had his identity wrapped up so tightly.

Unfortunately, when you’re a global superstar like Chan, you’re bound to be recognized in public by one of your superfans.

And that’s how we crossed paths.

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🌸A/N: Happiest birthday to my dear, Channie!!!!🥳🎂🎊🎉

In America at least lol.

I wanted to post this for his birthday, but many complications happened (including, but definitely not limited to, Hurricane Helene). Even now, I'm posting this much later than I originally meant to🫠🫠🫠

Regardless, I'm happy to post this teaser for his special day instead☺️ I have no idea when this'll actually be posted, I'm crossing my fingers for it to be before the end of October, but I have much more free time to work on it as I'm on an extended break!

Happy birthday again to my special boy!🥰🫶

[differenteagletragedy]

Y'all ever been in a club and some guy grabs you and dances on you and it's weird and awkward and awful? Here's what happens if that happens with the Step 3 gang.

Cove in a club lolololol

You'd seen a lot in your 18 years. Well, maybe not a lot, but you'd seen some stuff.

Including the sight before your very eyes right now, a sight so bizarre you couldn't have imagined, even in your wildest dreams, that you'd ever live to see it.

Cove Holden was in a nightclub.

"You look miserable," you yelled at him over the pounding music, dancing near the spot where he stood unmoving on the dance floor.

"It's because I am," he yelled back.

You laughed and looked around at the crowded club, spotting Terri and Miranda goofily dancing together near you. Baxter was over at the bar, getting some water -- at least that's what he'd said he was getting, you certainly wouldn't put it past him to have a fake ID.

The five of you had been hanging out earlier in the day when the idea of clubbing came up. You'd never been, and obviously Cove hadn't. Baxter had back in Virginia, and Terri and Miranda had gone once when Terri had turned 18.

Somehow you decided it would be a fun summer adventure, and you parted ways in the afternoon to prepare to meet up at a club in the city that night.

Baxter had driven you and Cove, and Miranda and Terri met you there. They had told him that it would be loud and probably a little overwhelming at first, but he'd chosen to try it out anyway, since that's what everyone else wanted to do.

Looking at him now though, waves of displeasure radiating off of him, you thought maybe he was reconsidering that decision.

"This is great!" Terri yelled, sashaying over to you and Cove. She had Miranda's hand in hers to keep her close, and soon the three of you were laughing and dancing together.

"Is it this loud the whole time?" Cove asked, leaning down so you could hear him better.

"No, in a little bit they'll turn it off and we'll all play Duck Duck Goose," Terri responded, cackling.

Cove rolled his eyes, but before he could be teased any further, Baxter approached the group

"There you are," he said brightly. He looked at Miranda and Terri, then to you and Cove.

"Would either of you care to dance?"

Cove scoffed, but before you could answer you felt a hand snake around your waist and yank you backwards. You looked back and saw a man you didn't recognize at all, and you felt him start to grind up against you. His whispered something in your ear -- it was too loud to hear his exact words, but from what you did catch, it wasn't exactly polite conversation.

The guy hadn't abducted you or anything -- you were still standing by your friends. And he was dancing with you, which is what people tend to do at a club. Still, you were uncomfortable, especially when he pulled you even harder against him.

Cove scrunched his eyebrows, not entirely sure what was going on but clearly not a fan. Miranda and Terri exchanged a look, but weren't positive on what to do either.

It was Baxter, the one you'd known for the shortest time, who realized how uncomfortable you truly were and decided to step up.

"Pardon me," he said loudly to the much larger man as he dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer still. "I believe the polite thing to do is to ask for a dance, not to take it."

"What?" the guy asked dumbly. "Get lost."

"I'm saying that it would be best to find a dance partner who actually wants to dance with you instead of forcing someone to dance against their will."

"Against whose will?"

Baxter was getting annoyed with trying to be reasonable, and you shot him a look that you hoped conveyed what you were thinking, which was "Help me." He jerked the man's hands off of you and pulled you against him by your hands, and when he let go you instinctively put your arms around his shoulders.

"Ugh, fuck off," the guy muttered, then went off to find another unsuspecting victim.

"Are you all right?" Baxter asked you, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear. He brought his hands up to rest on your waist too -- not in a creepy way like the other guy had. This was nice.

"Yeah," you told him. "Sorry, I just sort of froze ..."

"No need to apologize," he said. "Would you like to go home?"

"No, we can stay."

"You ok?" Cove asked, coming closer.

"I'm fine," you repeated. "Just dance, Cove."

"I never will."

You laughed, loosening up a bit after the unpleasant encounter. Noticing that Baxter still hadn't let you go, you looked at him, offering him a smile.

"Would you like to dance?" he smirked.

"Yeah, but I don't really know what I'm doing," you admitted. "First time, remember? Giant perv over there doesn't count."

He grinned softly and said, "When it comes to dancing, there really isn't much to this style. It's less about grace and agility and more about just 'feeling the music,' it seems. I'm no expert either to be clear."

"You're the dancer though," you argued playfully. "So what would you advise?"

He paused, glancing down, then asked "May I?"

When you nodded, he moved his hands just a bit lower so he was holding onto your hips. He began moving them to the beat, and when he was confident that you got the picture, he moved a hand up to your back to pull you just a bit closer while he started moving too.

"Is this ok?" you asked tentatively, a bit nervous about your own abilities next to Baxter.

"Very much so," he assured you. Something in his voice sounded a bit more heated than it had a moment ago, and it was definitely doing things to you. You inched just a little bit closer and saw his lips curve upward once again.

You weren't sure exactly how long you stayed like that. Time seemed to move a little funny when you were so close to Baxter, and you just kept getting closer. You'd lock eyes with him and look away bashfully, only to look again when you saw that damn smirk out of the corner of your eye.

Eventually you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you looked to see Miranda standing there by herself, looking a little apologetic.

"Hey, Cove's pretty much ready to go," she said. "He's fine with going somewhere else, but he wants to leave."

"Of course," Baxter said, pulling away from you but still leaving one hand on your hip. "Please, lead the way."

Miranda turned to take you to the rest of your group so you could leave together, and Baxter smoothly moved his hand to take yours. He looked back and gave you a quick wink before pulling you along to follow Miranda through the crowd.

Yeah, this summer just got a little more interesting.

[clownprincehoeshi]

PARALLEL HEARTS- CHAPTER 8

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Pairing: fem reader x ?idol

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: for all chapters-Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Stalking-Harrassment-Cheating-Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 4704

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Of course headache was your best friend the next day

Y/N: Fucking hell, I drank so much. Why did you let me do it? Some friends I have.

Hana: But it was really funny watching you drunk. And you’re a good drunk, fun, friendly, funny, clingy. Just like someone else I know.

Y/N: Shut uuup! I need water and pills.

Hana: Let’s get out of bed first, drink water, take something for the headache and get ready. We’re having breakfast out. I know a new cute place that opened.

Y/N: Damn, are you like a city tour guide but for places you can eat and hang out? I never ever in my life had went out this much as I have since I met you.

Hana: You love it though, even if you’re such an introvert.

Y/N: Hehe, you caught me.

You two were out in no time, holding hands and walking quietly towards the breakfast place.

When you got there, everything was in shades of pink and white. Really cute, you thought. You ordered some delicious sandwiches and pancakes, along with some cocoa-milk.

Y/N: Am I in heaven now? What is going on, how did I die?

Hana: It’s so good, right?

Y/N: Huh! Yah-huh. It’s so ridiculous. I need to bring the guys here.

Hana: You know, I was thinking that I miss the ’97 crew get together and we all know what happened and how we kind of stopped doing our regular dinners. I really miss hanging out with my cousin like that and it’s the only time when I get to see him, with him being so busy. SO..

Y/H: Babe, you can meet them if you want, I don’t mind.

Hana: What if JK or Mingyu are there? I really don’t want to speak to them, especially fucking Jungkook.

Y/N: Well, I don’t know. I guess you can just ignore him? And you can be friendly with Gyu, he’s not horrible. And the rest of the guys are all right.

Hana: You think JK and Mingyu talk?

Y/N: Not sure. Last time I saw them, they were not on good terms, and Gyu thinks JK is my stalker. But you never know, they were really good friends before I showed up.

Hana: Yeah, I guess you’re right. We’ll see, I will come with gossip though.

Y/N: Come on, let’s head home. Tomorrow we’ll have a really busy day at work with all those meetings and planning.

Hana: I really think they’ll announce we got the Seventeen project.

Y/N: I don’t know if I’m excited about it.

Next day comes around and it was like Hana said. Your company got the new Seventeen project. You’ll be working close with them for their new album and world tour. One whole year of touring all over the world, wow. They gotten really big.

Hana: Look, they have a bunch of concerts in Europe. We should definitely go to some. We might need to be there with the staff anyways for the stage, settings and styling. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?

Y/N: I mean… I guess. I would see him too much for my liking, but things maybe will be better by then. The company will sure send a team to some of the venues for sure.

This was unexpected. You knew how things worked in this business. If you worked with an artist and they had concerts, your company needed to send people there. At least I’ll travel.

Weeks of intensive work followed. Planning and preparations, filming, shootings. Mingyu came back from his hiatus and when you met on the set or in meetings you kept it short and civilised.

They had their comeback now and album promotions. Some tv shows here and there, some live performances. You were there with your team for most of them. Tour was right around the corner and you felt pretty excited.

You, Hana and 3 other people from your company were supposed to be with the group in most of the locations. You never travelled so much and you couldn’t wait for it. All those cities, all that culture and history. You were always fascinated by it.

The day of the departure was here. You woke up at 2 am to get ready. You had 2 big suitcases filled with clothes and personal stuff. You made yourself look pretty and presentable, you will be flying together with the members and some of the staff.

Most of the other staff were already at the location. First stop, L.A. You’ve never been to the US and you were shitting your pants right now.

The airport was crazy, filled with fans, photographs, journalists, staff, suitcases on top of suitcases. This was crazy.

The company finally got a private plane for the boys, they became too successful now and they really need privacy more than ever. No more crazy fans stalking them into their flights wherever they went.

Plane took off and in no time the crew brought breakfast for everyone. You sat next to Hana and in front of you were Jun and Minghao.

Jun: Well this is going to be a long ass flight, so we should eat and sleep.

Minghao: You’re always sleeping.

Y/N: He’s a cat, of course he sleeps a lot.

Minghao: BTW, Y/N, I am really happy to have you with us on this tour.

Y/N: Oh? Why?

Minghao: You’re the only one that doesn’t get shy when I flirt with them.

Y/N: You don’t know that, maybe I get shy but I hide it really well.

Minghao: Naaahh, I know you. Not even a small blush on your cheeks and you never fluster, you always have a comeback. I like you.

Jun: Whoah, what the hell man? You trying to seduce my bestie right in front of my croissant?

You all started my laugh at Jun’s face, he was stuffing his mouth with croissants, barely able to form coherent words, crumbs falling in the air.

You could see Mingyu over Jun’s shoulder, looking your way. He was smiling, but his eyes were sad. You thought your feelings for him were not as strong. You were even sure you were not in love with him anymore, you were not feeling sad when you saw him now. You were not feeling that punch in your stomach, knowing he was not yours anymore.

Finally, things felt normal. And you thought Jungkook moved on too, since the stalking ended. No weird messages or phone calls in the middle of the night, no more dark shadows following you. Things were good.

Things were really good.

Minghao: So how’s your love life lately, Y/N?

Y/N: You trying to make me choke on my food?

Minghao: Why? That bad?

Y/N: Let’s say I am content with being single for the rest of my life.

Jun: See what I mean? She acts like an old fart and she’s not even 30 yet. I keep telling her that love will hit her in the face so hard she won’t be able to say no.

Minghao: Come ooon Y/N! Why are you being so stubborn?

Y/N: Why Hao. Might you have a proposal for me? You like me, like me? You wanna wine and dine me?

Minghao: I would if I were single.

Y/N: You have a girlfriend?

Minghao: Yeah, it’s recent. We’re trying to see if we’re compatible, not rushing anything.

Y/N: Awww, that’s sweet, I’m happy for you, really.

Minghao: And here I thought you wanted to date me.

Hana: Hahaha, no. She loves to flirt, plus she likes someone else.

All 3 of you looked at her in shock, as if you saw a ghost.

Jun: What did you just say?

Y/N: How much did you drink already?

Out of nowhere, Seungkwan appeared.

Seungkwan: Who likes who? I need to know.

Jun: I can’t believe you have been keeping a crush secret from me? You bestie?

Hana: She won’t admit it. But I know. I see everything.

Seungkwan: Y/N! Please, you need to tell us. Do we know the guy? Is he cute?

You rolled your eyes at all of this. Everyone curious, asking questions. DK came too, also curious about your crush. You could also see Vernon looking at you, waiting to hear a name.

But most of all, you could see Mingyu looking right into your soul. He looked so disappointed, no more smile on his face, just all seriousness.

You felt small and ashamed. If you liked someone, it shouldn’t be anyone else’s business. And your ex should not be present at this conversation.

In fact, you don’t even know if you like that person or not. You promised yourself you won’t fall in love again, that you’re done with men.

You don’t know what you feel and you surely don’t want to talk about it.

Scoups: What’s going on, why all the fuss there?

DK: Y/N has a crush and she won’t say his name!!!

You saw Mingyu standing up, heading towards the restrooms. And while walking he said: Come on, guys, you’re being annoying. If she wants to tell you who it is, she will. Now leave her be!

You covered your face with both hands, making yourself small in your chair. Thank heavens for Kim Mingyu who rescued you once again. You start to think he might be an angel.

Minghao: Mingyu is right, we’re making her uncomfortable.

Hana: Oh! My bad, I thought it will be funny.

And she wraps her arms around you to apologise. Yup, she’s drunk, you can feel the soju from a mile.

Jun: Let’s go, Y/N, finish your food. You barely touched it. And we’ll talk later, ok?

He takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, along with a bright smile.

Y/N: You always know what to say, Juni.

You get back to your eggs and avocado and while lifting your glass to drink some water, you slowly move your head to your left and you see a very zoned out Hoshi looking at you.

You choke on the water straight away and start coughing. Hana part you on the back and asks if you’re ok, which you nod yes.

After everyone finished with their food, was time to sleep. All lights were turned off, seats reclined. You grabbed your blanket and tried to get some rest. Whenever you heard noises or people walking by, you opened your eyes. And every time you did that, you could see Mingyu looking at you.

Why is he doing this? Just go to sleep, let me be. I don’t want to remember stuff and don’t want to feel something for him again. I know that look, I know what he’s doing.

So your turn on your side to not have him in your line of vision anymore. But now you’re faced with a really adorable human hamster that’s asleep. Those puffy cheeks and that pretty pout makes you smile.

Mingyu catches that and it makes him sad, seeing he’s not the one that makes you smile like that. You’re a fool, Kim Mingyu. Someone will take her from you for good, and that might happen faster than you think.

This flight felt like a week. You couldn’t wait to get to your destination and get to work, to get your mind away from…stuff.

After the landing, the staff got out first, and went towards the exit and the company cars that were waiting. The members got out last and received a mini bus for their ride to the hotel.

The company had rented a few floors of the hotel and brough extra security. No strangers were allowed to get to the floor where you were all staying.

The rest of the day was for a quick meeting with everyone to let them know the schedule for tomorrow, then free time. Jun texted you after the meeting.

Jun: Hey, pookie! Let’s have some takeout in Hoshi’s room in one hour. He’ll order some Japanese and Italian, we’ll have plenty of food. Bring Hana too. Room 504.

Y/N: Ok, Juni.

Y/H: Wife, we’re having dinner with the guys in one hour.

Hana: Ok, I’ll get out from the shower in 10.

Ou rush to pick some cute comfy clothes to wear. Hana come out of the shower and sees you’re trying to pick an outfit. You already have a pair or sweatpants and a t shirt.

Hana: Girl, no! You want to be sexy too, not just homeless. Keep the pants, take this deep neck top. He’ll drool.

Y/N: Who?

Hana stops and looks at you straight in the eyes.

Hana: Drop the act. I know and you know who I’m talking about. You like him.

Y/N: No I don’t!

Hana: Just wear this and shut up. And if you don’t wanna tell me right now fine, but you will speak soon.

You try to drop the conversation, you really just wanna focus on work while on this tour, not on boys.

One hour later you’re in Hoshi’s room. There’s also Jun, Hao, Wonu and Joshua.

Hoshi: We have cola, soju and beer. What do you girls want?

Hana: We’ll have soju and beer.

You sit at the big table that they moved in the middle of the room and grab a plate. Jun tells you to try some pasta, because it seems it’s delicious and you love pasta.

When you take your look away from Jun and look at your plate, Hoshi is putting some pasta on it, along with some sushi.

Y/N: Oh..thanks.

He lifts his face and gives you a bright smile, smiling with his whole face.

The food is really good and the soju goes smoothly with it. You feel a little tipsy. You see Joshua with red cheeks, he must be a bit drunk already. Hana is getting there too.

Hana leans in to whisper into your ear: Damn, how are all these guys so freaking hot? How do you do it? Now falling for one of them each day.

Y/N: Keep your voice down, silly, and stop perving.

Hana: OK, but I only promise I won’t perv over your man.

You pinch her thigh and she squeaks loud, making you laugh at the funny sound.

Joshua: What are you girls whispering there? Are you talking about boys?

Hana: In fact, yes. We are.

Joshua: Uuuhh, do tell. I love me some boys gossip from my girls.

Y/N: Hana, stop it, they don’t need to know every thought that’s going trough your mind when you’re drunk, and btw, have you been drunk all day?

Joshua: I know! Let’s play a game!

Hana: Yeeeeeesss!

Wonu: What game, Shua?

Joshua: Ok, it’s important we keep it real and honest, ok? So we take turns, I will ask the person on my right a question. They can answer or they need to take a shot.

Wonu: Ok, let’s do it. I have nothing to hide.

Hoshi: Sure, why not.

Joshua: Ok, I will start then. Hao, are you in love with your girlfriend?

Hao: Umm…not yet. But getting there, me thinks. Wonu, what’s the most annoying thing your roommate Mingyu did in your apartment?

Wonu: Ugh, don’t get me started. He’s always so clumsy, but one time he dropped my phone inside his soup bowl.

Josua: Ok, we’re on a good track here, but let’s keep it interesting, yeah? Wonu, your turn.

Wonu: Hoshi, when are you going to tell your crush you like her?

All it can be heard is “whaat” and “uh”.

Minghao: Well now this is news. Since when and why didn’t I know?

Hoshi: Guys, it’s nothing. Wonu is exaggerating.

Wonu: But answer the question though!

Hoshi looks at his hands, then yells all of a sudden: I don’t know, ok?

Joshua: Omg, my little brother likes a girl. I’m happy, Hosh, about time. It’s been so long since…you know.

Hoshi: Yeah yeah, let’s move on. Jun, have you ever thought about being more than friends with Y/N?

Jun looks at him scandalised, opens his mouth in the shape of O and puts his hand over his chest.

Jun: My God, that’s so inappropriate to think about my sister. My bestie. Nooo. Buuut, we made a pact that if when we’re 40 and single, we’ll just marry each other. Now my dear friend Y/N, light of my eyes, kimchi in my rice. I have a really really important question for you.Do I know your crush?

Y/N: Why is everyone so obsessed about my love life?

Minghao: You have a love life?

Y/N: No.

Jun: Come on, bestie, tell me. Or you wanna drink?

Joshua: Let me voice my opinion here. After much thinking, I came to the conclusion that if you drink, it means Jun knows your crush. So either way, it’s better to answer.

Y/N: What a nice guy are you, Josh.

Joshua gives the biggest closed mouth smile ever, he knows he caught you.

Y/N: Ok, Jun. You know the guy. Happy now?

Jun: Yes and no, because now I am fucking curious.

Hana: Let’s continue the game, I wanna play too.

Y/N: Hana, do you like any guy from this room?

Hana: Fuck, am I allowed to say I like all of them?

Joshua: You say what you want, boo.

Hana: Awww Joshua called me boo. Now Josh, are you maybe looking for a girlfriend?

Everyone started laughing at how obviously flirty Hana was with Josh.

Wonu: What about the rest of us, Hana? You forgot us so fast?

Hana: Oh, sorry, Wonu. I can have more than one boyfriend. Nobody is left behind.

You get up on your feet and announce you feel sleepy and will head out to your room and you probably need to drag Hana with you, since she’s too drunk.

Also, you’re afraid of more of these questions that you don’t want to answer and also you don’t want to drink yourself under the table.

You said good night to the guys and headed to your room you shared with Hana. You decided you’re both to drunk to shower, so you changed into pj’s and got into bed. You’ll shower in the morning.

Next day you had breakfast in the room and then you were ready for work.

You needed to be at the stadium where they will perform for 2 days in a row. The set needed to be perfect. Meanwhile, the boys have the net 2 days packed with shootings and live shows and interviews.

2 shows down, 4 more to go in the US, then off to Brazil and Argentina. Days were passing really fast, since work meant around 10 hours a day. You got to spend time with the guys rarely, everyone was tired at the end of the day and wanted to just relax in bed and sleep.

You had a little break once in Europe. You arrived in Spain first and most of the members and staff decided to spend their one week break here. The weather was perfect and you had beach.

It was your first time in this country and you just wanted to see the architecture, the art, taste the food and visit some national parks and wildlife.

You were with Jun the night when you arrived in Barcelona and you were trying to decide your week plan, while taking a walk to the beach that was close to the hotel.

Jun: I think we should stick together. At least the two of us and probably Hana won’t want to leave you and go with someone else.

Y/N: True. But who else will join us?

Jun: I think Hao will chose to stay in the city and do nothing, he wants to chill. Jeonghan probably the same. Dk and Wonu I am sure they said they wanna visit the city and take photos. Mingyu might join them, don’t know. Woozi will probably stay inside most of the time, he’s really tired. Vernon for sure will come with us, he likes to learn new stuff. Are you brother and sister?

Y/N: We might be. Ok, so we are 4 so far.

Jun: I’ll ask the others tonight and will let the managers know how many we will be for the little excursion, because we will need a van or minibus. Take some clothes with you and stuff you need for a few days.

In the morning, you take your little suitcase and rush for the elevator. Hana is already in the minibus in front of the hotel. When you enter the bus, all the chairs are filled, except one in the back.

Hoshi: Here, I saved the seat for you!

He gets up to help you with your luggage and then you sit down. Today you’re going to a remote beach in a small village. You’ll visit wineries, olive trees and will rent a house on the beach and spend the next 2 days there.

You see Hoshi barely keeping his eyes open, he must be very tired.

Y/N: Here, use my pillow and you can lay down here, our seats are wide enough. I’ll put the pillow in my lap, ok?

Hoshi: Really? Would you do that for me?

Y/N: Of course, why wouldn’t I?

He just shrugs and puts his head on the pillow in your lap and tried to sleep. The drive will take around 2 hours.

He falls asleep quite fast. Meanwhile, you don’t know what to do with your hands. Should you put them over his shoulder? You look at his face and he looks so peaceful and so pretty and your right hand goes to move a strand of hair off his face. Then you keep it over his head, petting him gently.

Your left arm goes over his shoulder, kind of like keeping him safe. It feels nice, you admit to yourself. You see Jun turning his face over his shoulder to look at you and his eyes go big at the scene.

He looks at you for a few moments and then he nods with a serious look on his face. What does he mean with that? This guy is weird, I swear.

You had fallen asleep too, you can just sleep anywhere, anytime and in any position. When you wake up, your arm is wrapped around Hoshi’s torso, he’s laying on his back now. His both hands are holding onto your arm for dear life.

You decide to wake him up since you heard the other say you’re going to arrive in 10 minutes.

Y/N: Soonyoungie!

You whisper softly close to his face.

He whines a little, not wanting to wake up.

Y/N: Come on, Soony, it’s time to wake up. We are almost there.

He pouts, eyes still closed.

Hoshi: But it’s so nice here.

Y/N: Yeah, that’s why you need to wake up to admire the view.

Hoshi: Here. It’s nice here.

He says, as he pulls on your arm tighter around him.

Oh.

Is he saying it’s nice here with me? Like this?

Then he opens his eyes and looks at you, smiling so adorably. In seconds, he lifts himself from your lap, thanking for letting him sleep and taking care of him.

He really left you speechless, and this is not something that ever happened with him. You don’t know what to say, it’s like the cat got your tongue. You just stare at him.

Hoshi: What? Do I have sleep marks on my face?

Y/N: NO, it’s nothing.

You really needed to move your eyes away from that adorable face so you opted to look over the windows and admire the scenery outside.

You reached a small road between olive trees and you could see a white house at the end. You got off the car, took your suitcases and went inside.

Driver: This is a family house we rent to tourists. Has 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, pool in the backyard, garden, a big grill, everything you need. You reach the beach with 10 steps. The sunrise is really beautiful here. See you in 2 days!

It was easy to reach anywhere in the village, it was small and you would just walk for a few minutes.

Seungkwan: Let’s choose the rooms. We are 7, and we have 4 rooms. One person will sleep alone. Any takers?

Jun: Yes, please!

Seungkwan: I guess the girls will have one room and they can choose first. The boys will play rock paper scissors like usual. I’ll share a room with Vernoni

Joshua: And that leaves me and my bro Hosh. Nice!

You and Hana choose the pretties room that has a beach view. You go to inspect the property and you see they even have some gym equipment, a big ass tv in the living room, and outside they have a veggie garden.

You open the gate that takes you to the beach and start walking towards it. It’s been a while since you’ve had your feet in the sand.

You think it’s beautiful and you think Hao would have loved it here, for his meditation and tea ceremony.

You hear steps behind and Jun’s voice.

Jun: There you are. Wow, isn’t this place paradise? It’s just your style.

Y/N: You’re right, it’s how I would live forever. I feel so happy now that I could cry.

You sit there on the sand for a few minutes, listening to the waves and the birds.

Jun: He’s the best guy I know.

You look at him confused, trying to figure out who is he talking about. But then you know.

Y/N: Why are you telling me this?

Jun: You know why. You have doubts. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s something. But it’s better to let it be something than to regret it after it can’t be anything. You don’t need to push yourself to feel or to act on it. Just let it happen. If it will happen. But. He really is the best, in case you had doubts about that. He’s genuine, honest, kind and passionate. If something is to happen, know that he has a lot of love to give. Maybe too much, and it can overwhelm the wrong person. He's been trough some shit with his ex, since then he just shut himself just like you. But I see something there.

You look at Jun and he can see your eyes are glassy. He just leans over and hugs you.

Jun: It’s going to be ok, you’ll see.

Y/N: What if it’s not?

Jun: Then I’ll still be here for you to help you get up. That’s what we do, always try.

Y/N: I love you, you’re the best!

Jun: Love you too! Let’s go inside, they started cooking, I think it might even be ready by now.

Reaching the house, everyone is doing something to help with the cooking or setting up the table.

Y/N: Where is Vernon?

Joshua: He might be sleeping.

Seungkwan: Yeah, he went upstairs to the bedroom.

Y/N: What are you guys making?

Johua: We are making some kimchi fried rice and we also have some pork belly.

Y/N: Ok, I’ll make some salad.

You go into the garden to pick up some veggies for your salad. On your way there you bump into Hoshi and he stops and looks at you suspiciously.

Hoshi: Have you been crying?

Y/N: Why?

Hoshi: Your eyes are red and glassy. Are you ok?

Y/N: I’m fine, just had a chat with Jun at the beach.

Hoshi: Did he say something to upset you?

Y/N: Nooo. Do you know Jun? ha!

He comes closer and hugs you. He hugs you so tight that it feels like you’ll stick like that forever. It’s like he knew what you needed. A hug.

And you wrap your arms around him and hug him back. You stay there for a minute, until you realise where you are and what you’re doing and you pull away.

Hoshi: Where were you going?

Y/N: To pick up veggies from the garden.

Hoshi: Ok, I am in charge of the grill. You’ll be ok, yeah?

You nod and you walk towards the garden with your heart beating 1000 miles/hour.

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 10

The boys spend their day in Indy just having fun and getting to know each other a bit. Also what happens to Steve at the thrift shop actually happened to my husband. He and a group of friends went to a thrift store to find the wildest outfit they could put together and my husband’s outfit shouldn’t have worked, but did.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8 Part 9

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Steve pulled away from the hotel parking lot and looked over at Eddie. “You ready for the only portion of this shindig that I’m paying for?”

Eddie laughed. “I still worry about breaking your bank, Stevie.”

“I’m using my dad’s ‘emergency’ credit card for this, sunshine,” Steve replied. “And if asked, I’ll just tell him that the earthquake caused minor damage to the house.”

“Steven Alexander Harrington are you committing fraud?” Eddie asked all wide-eyed with mocking shock.

“One, how the fuck do you know my full name?” Steve asked. “And two, it’s only fraud if my father didn’t authorize my use of the card, which he did. Regardless of what the use is for, I can’t commit fraud.”

Eddie laughed. “It was on your medical leave forms. I may have had Robin peek while you were still out from dehydration and low blood sugar. Something I still need to kick your ass for by the way.”

Steve snorted. “Traitors. The both of you. And until you can catch me, sunshine, I think I’ll be fine in the ass kicking department.”

Eddie pouted.

Steve reached out and stroked his cheek. “Did anyone tell you, you have the most beautiful eyes ever?”

Eddie leaned into the touch. “Not usually. Mostly they’ve been called dirty or muddy. Though, I do recall my mother calling them chocolate buttons, but that’s more cute, than beautiful.”

Steve dared to take his eyes off the road for a brief second to smile fondly at him. He turned back to the road. “You are by far the most amazing person I have ever met. But if we’re being honest, I think I was attracted to you before the Upside Down bullshit.”

“Right back ‘atcha, big boy,” Eddie teased.

They pulled up to the first thrift store and it was closed.

“Stupid places being run by religious nut jobs,” Steve groused on their way back to the car. “Don’t these assholes realize that poor people don’t work nine to five?”

Eddie shook his head. “And what would you know about that?”

Steve looked over at him confused. “You do realize that I have a held down a minimum wage job for the last year, right?”

Eddie frowned. “But why? You have access to your dad’s credit cards. Why work if you don’t have to?”

Steve buried his hands into his jeans’ pockets and leaned up against the door of the car. “Until I turned eighteen I was given an allowance to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Usually beer and weed. But when I didn’t graduate top of my class to get into all those fancy schools, they cut me off. The credit card I have access to is for ‘emergencies only’. And paying the house bills.” He cocked his head to the side. “And for making sure I continue to look the part of their dutiful son.” He waved at his clothes.

“But I decided to say ‘fuck it’, you know,” he continued. “Since I’ve turned eighteen I don’t think they’ve stayed in that house more than a week or two at most. And that’s total, not at a time.” He kicked at the pavement scuffing his sneaker. “If they can’t be bothered to come running home when the god damn earthquake was on the national news, then I’m going to go hog wild. I’m going to have fun and give the best, bravest boy a day of fun. Because he deserves it. Because I deserve to give it to him.”

Eddie pulled Steve into a hug. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Sometimes I forget that I’m not a mind reader and can’t actually know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and buried his head into his shoulder. “I just hate that even the people closest to me still apologize for me being a dick in high school or act like I haven’t changed. Like when Nancy and Robin picked me up from the hospital they were teasing me about me about something that Robin thought was misogynistic but it wasn’t. But they acted like they expected me to be. Just because of that’s how I would have been in high school.”

Eddie rubbed Steve’s back. “Maybe it’s because I’ve had time away from you since high school I can see that you’ve changed. You call me brave. But honey, I only did what I had to to save Dustin. But you? Darling, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most people don’t literally put their bodies on the line for people that hurt them.” He leaned back so that he could see Steve’s face. He reached up and cupped his cheek. “People unconnected to them via blood ties. You and Robin could have walked away at any time. And probably should have after being tortured. But you didn’t. You stuck around. You fought against the toughest bad guy even in fantasy terms and you still stuck around. And that’s worthy of praise in my book.”

Steve let out a sigh and nodded. Eddie pressed their lips together.

“Come on,” he said, pushing Steve to the side so that he could open the door for him. “There must be thrift shop not run by poor people hating bastards.”

Steve laughed and got into the car.

Eddie hurried to the passenger side and pointed at the road. “Tally ho!”

Steve just shook his head and did as he was bid.

*

The next shop was open and while they were looking for band shirts, they also decided to see who could come up with the tackiest, most horrifically colored monstrosity of an outfit.

Eddie won. Even though Steve had picked outrageous colors, wild patterns, and a mishmash of styles when he put it all together, it looked good. Eddie laughed so hard.

“I don’t know what happened,” Steve whined.

Eddie looked around before pulling him close. “I do. You just have this perfect sense of style that even when it’s supposed to be awful, you make it look good.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I guess so. I wish I brought a camera to take a picture of this, so we can show them back home.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “I’ll be right back!” He took off like a shot running around the shop like a gremlin. He came back a few minutes later with an ancient looking Polaroid camera.

He took a couple of pictures of Steve in different poses and then had Steve do the same with him.

They paid for their purchases. Eddie having found and bought the camera at the thrift shop. What had taken the time was finding film for it.

They went out for lunch and Eddie took a picture of the two of them at the restaurant, smiling into the camera.

Eddie took Steve to his favorite record store. They wandered around and abused each of their music tastes. But they both agreed that Depeche Mode brought something new and interesting to the genre. So Steve bought “Black Celebration” on cassette for the ride home.

Eddie looked up at the guitars longingly.

“Wayne told me that he was only able to find your acoustic,” Steve said softly, “but not the Warlock after the earthquake.”

Eddie nodded. “I think it was because it got destroyed in the Upside Down, it didn’t exist in the Top Side anymore.”

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Eds.”

Eddie nodded and they left soon after.

*

They palled around Indy for a bit. Taking in the sites and just giggling like school children.

They headed back to hotel to shower and change for dinner.

As they opened the door to the hotel room, Eddie said, “You don’t have some other mega star going to meet us for dinner, do you?”

Steve laughed. “Not for dinner, no.”

Eddie eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean not for dinner? Does that mean Ozzy was the only super star or does that mean I’m meeting someone else later?”

Steve just grabbed his bag and ducked into the bathroom without saying a word.

He just took a short shower and got out quickly. He came back out to see Eddie rummaging around a large black gift bag.

“Ozzy’s team finally delivered,” Eddie said. “You have one, too.”

Steve walked up to the bag that was on the fancy side table near the door. There was a tag that said, “For Steve, the guard dog.”

He just shook his head and took it over to the bed to look through what he got. There were a couple of tour shirts and some cassettes. A signed tour poster. At the bottom of the bag were two small boxes. There was a little note attached to the largest of the two boxes.

“Every good guard dog needs cool sunglasses.” Steve opened it up and on the inside of the top of the box was some designer from England that he only vaguely recognized because his mother had gone on and on about them the last time she was home. The glasses weren’t round like Ozzy’s but they weren’t sharp like Steve’s.

They looked like the guy in the suit’s sunglasses. Carefully crafted to cover the whole eye and rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose. He put them on and holy hell. He could see clearly but through the tint of the glass. They were far superior to fancy sunglasses he bought.

Eddie whistled. “Looking good, Stevie.” He saw the other box. “What’s in that?”

Steve looked down at the smaller box in confusion. “I don’t know yet.” He opened the lid and gasped. It was a simple necklace with a single red crystal hanging from it. The crystal shimmered like a flame.

“Wow,” Eddie murmured. “You’re wearing that tonight, yes?”

Steve could only nod. Not wearing it would feel like he was insulting Ozzy’s tastes or rather his wife’s Sharon’s. But also because it was beautiful in and of itself.

“You think it’s safe for me to take a bath or no?” Eddie asked as he stood up up from the bed.

Steve looked at his watch. “I’d wait until we get back tonight. We still have eat and get into our clothes for the concert.”

Eddie nodded. He got a quick shower and was back out in minutes. They put on clothes similar to the night before, with just the dinner jacket the same.

Steve kissed Eddie sweetly on the lips and Eddie hummed happily.

“This trip just keeps getting better and better, sweetheart,” he said, resting his forehead against Steve’s.

“It isn’t over with yet,” Steve promised. “There is so much more coming. So so much more.”

Eddie sighed. “You are too good to me, baby.”

Steve kissed him again. “I’m really not. It’s the perfect level of awesome for you.”

“But too good for Dustin, right?” Eddie teased, reminding Steve of what he said at the hospital.

“Taking him to Indy for the weekend would have been too good for the butthead,” Steve deadpanned.

Eddie burst out laughing. “That’s certainly true.”

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[dr-xanders-diary]

Our beginning.. The END..

God, how I wish things were back to normal. We've had 9 run-ins' since we first started to see each other. I know, that's a lot. But, I've handled myself well, with each one. But now things have become much more complicated, difficult even. How did things turn out like this? Well. It's simple really. Lets go through how the events unfolded, in order. Shall we?

After we set up our engagement party and started to plan our wedding we slowly began to lose touch with each other, well. You started to lose touch with us. Despite that though, we enjoyed as much time as we had together, between the planning, working and moving in to a three bedroom home. We were-, well busy. Maybe too busy for your liking. And as time went on, as our wedding date got closer, you-. You began to drift away. I knew it would happen, so I let you have your time to collect yourself, and did my best to reel you back in. To make you happy again.

You were finding joy in your little trips overseas more than when you were with me, despite you living out your wildest fantasies with me. A part of me was jealous, a part of me despised that. A part of me hated that. You being happy without me? Hah. Right, that's when I realized there was more to your little trips overseas. Why they became more frequent, why you started to go alone, why you and Stacy weren't as close anymore and there was a wall of tension between you. I knew what was happening: to begin with, you aren't exactly the most careful person. Especially in the little details. Your secrets aren't so secretive, my dear. But it's okay, I forgave you, because you still planned to marry me, right. Right? Fuck, of course you planned to, how could I doubt you. I know you.

Each time you came home from your trips you were tired, distant, cold, especially on the first day back. You'd warm up again the second day being home, after each trip. I was fine with this, I was content as long as you were coming home, coming home to me. Nothing else mattered. I didn't mind you relieving your stress on your little trips. Really I didn't.

Our wedding came and went, it was beautiful, it was perfect, your perfect day. Several of our guests cried, congratulated us, even Stacy showed up. During the reception she came up to me with a sad look in her eye, she tried to hide it behind her kind smile, but I could tell. She placed her hand on my shoulder with as soft as a pat as she could muster and said, "Congratulations ****** (X), I know you'll treat ***(you) right. I-.. hope ***(you) knows what they have. I don't think ***(you) knows just how lucky s/he is. You're a good man ******(X)". An honest to god genuine compliment, which hardly came from anyone in your friend group, and having known Stacy, I knew she meant it from the bottom of her heart. She seemed so pained when she spoke, so-, torn. I knew why. She only gave you a soft smile before the end of the night and you two didn't exchange any words. Your father was so overjoyed that you married "Such a good man", in his words. His toast to us was even quite beautiful as well.

We spent our honeymoon overseas, in Italy, and at first you were very upset that I would bring you there, but I knew, this was your favorite place to be. You thought it came down to pure coincidence didn't you? The location, the hotel, the room. Yes you were riddled with panic, with guilt and paranoia at first. But I-, I wanted to override your memories of that hotel, of that room, of that very city, and all of Italy. I wanted to wipe your conscious of what you thought you did in the dark behind my back. Do not ever forget, you are mine. We are bonded, my love. We wrote it in stone. It's in our vows. And I will make sure, that you will always be mine.

And this brings us close to date. Since then, it's been; 5 years, 7 months, 15 days, 10 hours, and 15 seconds. Now I know that you've been sneaking around, going on 'Business trips', going back to your favorite little problem. It's becoming an issue for us, darling. I forgave you, I still forgive you even. As long as you come home to me. I knew it would be a hard habit to break-. Because you get swept up, so easily. You can't even tell the danger you are in. And then, it happened. The worst thing that could happen to us. The worst thing you could do to us. You brought a slimy bastard into our life, you introduced us. I tried. Oh did I try to be nice, I tried to play nice. I am trying so very hard, but how could you bring this man into our home, where we sleep, where we live. How dare you.

From then I knew you were sneaking around, at hotels, his hotel room. That you paid for. I found out-, you loved him. You-, you loved him more than me, and you wanted to get rid of me. And I snapped. You wanted to be rid of me? The only person who truly loves you, the only person who went through such great lengths to get you, to know you down to the smallest detail, the one who went through such great lengths to keep you. No. No no no, no. You're confused, you don't really love him. You just love how spontaneous he is, how he doesn't seem to have a care, because things seem so easy for him, but he has nothing. He is nothing. You just can't see it.

So.. Let me show you.

I took my time preparing everything for him, for you. I lined the bed with some very durable plastic under the comforter, and lined the room floor with some as well, just to make sure there's no surprise messes. And I sat and waited, for your usual routine, you'd both show up at 5:45pm, on the dot, never any sooner or any later. But you didn't two didn't show up. "Where are you? It's getting dark." Things were seemingly out of my control, I waited an entire hour. Then checked my phone, saw in my notification you sent your location.

You- pinged me? You're at home.. But why? Today is your day with Antoni. And you know that I'm supposed to be out of town-. Oh. You dirty bitch. You brought him to our home didn't you.

I immediately began to roll up and folded all of the plastic covers I had laid out, cleaning up and putting away everything into my duffle bag. I left the hotel room duffle bag in hand, I made sure to leave not a single trace of me behind. I got into my car and drove home as calmly as I could. I parked on the street nearest our driveway, as I got out I could see dim lights from our upstairs bedroom, flickering behind the curtain. And a dim light from our family room, by now the sun was beginning to set, it was already 7:34pm. I walked to our front door, it was locked, I went to the back door around the house, you two left it unlocked. You snuck him in. I made my way inside looking into the kitchen, there was two plates of half eaten food, a half empty bottle of wine on the counter. Walking past, looking into the family room I saw two half drunken glasses of wine on our coffee table.

What the fuck babe. Did you have fun wining this man in our home?

As I made my way to the first steps of the stairs, I heard it, the sound of your voice, a soft chuckle, followed by his voice and his thick Italian accent, "Are you sure it's okay? Why don't we run away together my love". As I slowly made my way up the steps I could hear the slow creaking of our bed, you two were fucking-, and then I hear you say it, "Don't worry Antoni, I don't love him anymore, you're the only one I love" then, hearing you say that made something inside me snap. As you two continued to defile our home, our bed, I had made my way up the stairs into the hall only to see our bedroom door wide open. Antoni laying atop of you, bare as he place gaze into your beautiful eyes. I knew how he felt, like he had stolen something prized, but he didn't actually care about how I would feel, those were just false sympathies to save his face. But he would care, very soon.

The time between those moments of my standing in the doorway of our bedroom and hearing you shout when you saw me, blended together. Filled with rage, and resentment as you tried to cover yourself as if I hadn't seen you naked before, as if you were ashamed. As Antoni got up from the bed as if he just wanted to talk-, none of it mattered. I would show you what did matter, though. The moments blurred as I stomped towards Antoni, and clenched my fist as I swung my right arm, the knuckles of my fist roughly hitting against his cheekbone and breaking the skin. The hit to him made him stumble back a bit. This well toned, 5'10" Italian man, caught himself against the bed, glaring at me with just as much hate as I had for him.

Time seemed to blur as we would hit each other over and over, and push each other against the furniture in the bedroom. Our fighting, our thrashing causing us to make our way into the hall, you hurriedly put on some clothes as you followed and shouted. Antoni grabbed me and pulled me into a headlock, I'd jab and punch at his sides, pushing him against the stair rail as he tried to choke me out. Slowly losing my breathe before the impact of slamming him into the stair rail caused his grip to loosen and set me free, but made us lose our balance as we'd fall down the stairs. Falling down onto the landing, a vase would fall and shatter beside him, the wind almost knocked out of both of us from the fall. I kicked Antoni's hip as hard as I could, the kick forcing him down the rest of the stairs, he grabbed onto my pant leg, and I grabbed a shard of the broken vase as I was pulled down the steps.

Landing a few steps above Antoni as he slowly got onto his knees, screaming obscenities at me, I would get up and shove the vase shard into his back right along his shoulder. My hands cut by the shard in my hand as I forced it into his muscles. "How dare you come into my home, and fuck my partner, in my bed" the words almost came out with as much hatred and gravel as a scream. He swung his arm at me, hitting me across my lower abdomen as I went to grab him by his hair, only to roughly slam him into the wall against his back. Splattering blood onto the wall. We fought for what seemed like eternity, and you got into the mix trying to get us apart, we both hit you. By the end of it all I was a sweating panting mess, and Antoni was crawling toward the garage to escape, bruised, scratched, and stabbed. I stomped my boot down as hard as I could against the vase shard in his back, shoving it in deeper into the muscle and bone causing the shard to shatter, making him cry out. I kneeled down and grabbed his thick black hair and yanked his head back as he begged to go home.

Fucking coward.

"You wont be going anywhere-, neither of you will," my voice came out as a horse whisper as I reached my free hand down to firmly grip onto Antoni's jaw, his eyes widened as he realized what I had meant and began to scream. An almost sweet sound to my ears before the sudden silence as I jerked his head accompanied with a quick snapping sound of bones, his body going from tense to limp in a matter of seconds. Bruised, tired and full of rage fueled me further as you'd scream and shout, calling me obscenities and as you called me a monster. And then everything.. went dark.

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"It's been several months-, no.. it's been a year since our wedding and 7 months since our anniversary. Who would have thought that things would have come down to this. I would have thought that our honeymoon in Italy would have solidified things for you, would have erased those dirty memories from your mind, and replaced them with our time together. Did I not please you enough? Was I not as spontaneous as you would have liked?" I had grabbed you and shoved you onto your back under your lover. You had fought me hard, and couldn't answer me as you cried as I wrapped Antoni's lifeless hands around your neck, slowly squeezing. "You want to leave me, and leave with him, go right ahead be my guest.." You scratched and hit at my arms, and scratched at Antoni's face as you began to slowly choke and loose your breathe. Terrified to die by your dead lovers hands, and by my own in turn.

It's not so fun being choked outside of the bedroom now is it?

Finally we cut off your breathing completely, crushing your windpipe with Antoni's hands. Your eyes filled with tears and the look of fear as life slowly left your eyes and your body went limp, your arms slowly falling to your side. I spent a few minutes gathering and putting on Antoni's clothes and tearing them up a bit where you had scratched and where I hit and stabbed. The candles in the bedroom had began to set the curtains aflame in our bedroom. I had limited time to gather anything I wanted, so I only gathered the important things, things I'd need.

By the time the police came, our house was set aflame, and the fire department was trying to contain the fire. I was questioned and by my looks the officers concluded I had suffered a severe break in to my home. As I sat against my car watching our house, our life, our memories burn down despite the fire departments best efforts, I also watched our history and everything that had ever happened between us, and what happened that night burn down too.

"A simple phrase could have made everything better.."

Over the next few weeks I would be brough into the police department for my statement, your family and friends would reach out to give condolences. Your funeral came and went, the hotel refunded the money from the hotel you had paid for, for Antoni. One friend, Stacy stopped by when she couldn't get a hold of me, when I'd sit in our old driveway. She would find me and sit with me for a few hours, in silence as I would stare at the burned down remains of what we had. Until one day Stacy patted me on the back and told me, "It shouldn't have ended like this. But you're a good guy X*******. You'll be okay". She had no clue what actually happened but her words rang through me. I sat there long after she left, I thought I was a monster but something in me clicked, when Stacy had told me that. Maybe Stacy was right, maybe I am a good guy, but maybe I also am a monster. I stood from my car and walked up to the charcoaled rubble of our old house, giving a last goodbye.

I never did get to recover much from the fire, your father was devastated, your family was broken, and your friends were in shambles. And as I got into my car and began to drive away, I looked at our house one last time.

This was our end.

And I loved you..

To the very end.

[mrsfitzgerald]

hey! do you think these two lovely dorks really have some kind of romantic relationships off stage or it’s just me?🥺 every time when i start to think about this my brain just like ewsxswasszzw

I couldn't sleep all night because I was thinking about that message, lol 😆

let's start with the fact that i love the band since 99. i started listening to them when i was 11 years old and of course i didn't think about their relationship within the band (I didn't even know what they looked like for a very long time because I only had a live aus berlin cassette which i stolen from a classmate and it was without a cover ( I wanted to destroy it because he bored everyone at school by constantly talking about this group 😁 fun fact: this guy is my best friend now and I'm his daughter's godmother)

soo one day in a popular russian teen magazine i saw a picture of them (paul and richard) and a caption under the picture that changed my life 😆

the caption went like this (I just still keep this magazine and was able to translate that, do not think that I remember it by heart 😆) : «A month ago, being in Moscow, the members of the band Rammstein claimed that they loved only women and were not interested in guys! And what they were doing on stage (sticking microphones into each other in different places) was just an artistic image. just a joke. then the cult Germans left to continue to amaze Europe with their music. Poor guys, they didn't know that we (the magazine's editorial staff) followed them. And in Prague we had already seen guitarists Paul Landers and Richard Kruspe admiring each other. Look at these lovebirds, isn't that love?»

and I remember looking at that picture and thinking "omg! this is really love!" 🥰 many months later I learned what fanfiction was and what slash was and how surprised I was that I wasn't the only one who thought that about them, that there was something sweet between them? (it was 2004, for some reason I thought it was 01/02, but no, it was 2004)

and I made so many new friends and we had so many awesome stories in russian fandom!!! and ever since then in my head I've always thought that there was something going on between them. there weren't many videos and pictures back then, but every time I saw them next to each other it made me smile 🥰

then youtube came along and I probably saw all the videos that were posted back then and always watched how Richard and Paul acted with each other

I started making gifs since 2010 and it's always been a joy to find cute moments from concerts with them 💖

and then 2019 happened. i remember that day so well. i downloaded this huge video from spain and started watching it from the beginning, i wasn't expecting anything at all. and first i saw richard kiss paul's forehead at puppe and i was like WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? and then someone sent me a text saying "watch auslander" and I rewinded to that moment and saw that kiss on the lips and you should have heard my screams! I CLOSED MY LAPTOP, I THREW IT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED. I FELL OFF THE BED ONTO THE FLOOR AND I JUST SCREAMED LIKE THIS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (and with a lot of russian swear words 😆😆😆😆😆 ) my dad came running into the room and thought I was dying or being killed 😆 I thought my spirit had left my body I had imagined it in my head for so many years (really many many years!!) and now I saw it for real? I couldn't even in my wildest dreams imagine that this could actually happen.

I still have a lot of questions: how did they decide to do it? why? for what? what does it all mean? was it scripted? i think in 19 yes, and in 22 too. but still every time it was something cute and new and they are adults and hardly anyone could make them do it. they just… decided to kiss each other's ~lips~ every time and they like it? all those thoughts amaze me and i don't have a heterosexual explanation for it (but maybe i am being biased 😁)

of course I don't know and I don't think I'll ever know what's really going on between them, but the whole history of their relationship, what they've gone through to be here when they can just kiss each other is amazing to me! It's so beautiful and I'm just happy that they let us see it too… the tenderness they have for each other? and it doesn't matter what it's called and whether they're together or not, the main thing is that they look so happy around each other 🥰 that's enough for me 💖💖💖

[lynlyndoll]

IDOL LIFE - we are A.Is

genre: smau, fluff, idol au, possible smut hints but i don't think it will be something very detailed (?), angst maybe (sad things WILL happen.)

pairing: idol! han x æspa 5th member! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so it will be the whole skz, the whole æspa, as for the bestie group that y/n has: yuqi from (g)i-dle, lia and yuna from itzy, minji from newjeans. also, felix is childhood besties w y/n (I HAVE AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH BEING BESTIES W FELIX IDK). In this au, I invented a new award show, called Korean Music Award, (shortly KMA) so I won't interfere with any other award show that has amazing MCs. Also, this is my first time doing a smau (smile through the pain and struggle 😔) so yall, please be kind😞.

synopsis: Since you have debuted, you have made lots of friends from different groups that you admired. And one group you admired was your bestfriend's group, Stray Kids. Since they debuted, you have been a devotated stan, always buying their merch and albums, always watching their lives, videos and m/vs. However, you haven't had the right time to actually meet everyone face to face, being incredibly occupied with your own group's activities. As you were already a group for over 1 year, you have been selected for being an MC for KMA. What happens though, when you see that you have to MC with one of your biggest idols?

karina (taebackupdancer)

-> position: leader, main dancer, lead rapper, sub vocalist, visual, fotg, center

-> started training in 2017 where she met NingNing and Y/N

-> even though she is the leader, she also has her random funny moments

-> smart, but also dumb in the same time

-> always thought as an AI because of her beauty

giselle (gigikisskiss)

-> position: lead rapper, sub vocalist, dancer

-> started training in 2019 and became friends with Y/N through rap classes

-> ICONIC. aways says he most iconic things

-> gives actual good advices

winter (iluvwinter)

-> position: main vocalist, lead dancer, visual

-> started training in 2016 and became friends with Ningning at first, then she was introduced to the other girls

-> introverted as fuck, but if she has something to say, she WILL say it

-> doesn't actually care if you like her or not, she knows her own value

ningning (nyc.fr)

-> position: main vocalist, maknae

-> she was the first one to start training, in 2016

-> she became friends with Y/N when she got to Korean Lessons

-> wildest and even, sometimez, having some random bursts of energy

-> gets along with EVERYONE

y/n kim (iam_kimtastic)

-> position: main rapper, lead vocalist, dancer, composer

-> literally writes all of the lyrics for aespa's songs

-> the ACE of the group

-> a total MENACE

-> started training in late 2016

-> korean-australian

-> big fan of StrayKids (biases Han and Felix)

-> her private is @/ureallythought and literally all of her friends know about it, but she NEVER accepts their follow on this account

æspa (aespa.official)

-> they debuted in 2021 with the song BLACK MAMBA

-> now they have a new mini album to be released, with the title track GIRLS (yes, I did change the order of the songs and the dates because I felt like GIRLS was their best song ever, even though ALL of their discography is UNSKIPPABLE)

taglist!!

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[kimmysurveyblog]

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The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? Pizza.

What is your favorite board that you've made on Pinterest? My ACNH one! Every code I've ever used exists on there lol.

Do you get on Facebook or Instagram more? Insta.

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? Slushie maybe?

What is one annoying thing your computer does? When I turn it off and back on, it flashes until I enter the BIOS menu.

What was the last song you listened to? Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter.

Have you discovered any new hobbies in the past couple months? No.

What's the wildest animal you've ever come in contact with? I'm not sure.

Do you trust your doctor? I do. :) He takes me seriously & truly listens. I have health anxiety so I really appreciate that.

Do you ever question if your mother loves you? No.

Do you ever feel scared or unsafe around your dad? He's dead but I never did. He was the sweetest, gentlest man.

What is your favorite type of Lunchables? The pizza one.

Do you have someone you feel completely safe around? My boyfriend.

What church do you go to? I don't go to church.

Are any of your siblings' friends like family to you? One of them kinda is in the sense that he'd do anything for any of my family members but I'm not personally close to him. If my brother was still local, I'd probably be.

Do you have any friends who you exchange memes with? Yes! Several.

What was the last photo you took? My daughter wearing my SIL's sun glasses from when she was a little kiddo.

Are you in any Discord servers? How often do you use them? I use Discord daily. My boyfriend and I (who met on a Discord server) have one for our relationship/family. Highly recommend if you cohabitate with someone! I'm in a few others for social groups but I don't check in often.

Have you ever had to see an emergency vet after hours? Yes.

When was the last time you sat under a blanket on a couch? No idea. Last time I was sick?

Can you bite into ice cream or are your teeth too sensitive? No idea.

Do you like snowy winter days or do you prefer rainy days? Snowy winter days are my favourite!

Do you know anyone who doesn't have a middle name? No.

What was the last thing you complained about? Fries being too hot lol.

What celebrity irritates you the most? No idea.

Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? Fuck no.

Would you like to know the exact date of your death? Fuckkkkk no.

What's on your to-do list for today? The day is nearly over! Chip away at decluttering the basement.

Do you know anyone who's been bitten by a snake? No.

Are you excited for Halloween? Nah. Not my favourite holiday.

What makes you smile or laugh no matter what? My boyfriend and daughter always make me smile.

Do you prefer strawberries or cherries? Cherries.

Biggest insecurity? Love handles.

Have you ever had braces? No.

Do you feel awkward using public transportation? I don't take it but I didn't feel awkward back when I used it.

Describe your mom with one word. Gone.

Would you rather bake a cake or cookies? A cake. I had so much fun with my daughter's birthday cake this year!

What curse word do you use most? Fuck, probably.

Were you always one of those kids who got in trouble with everyone around? No. I was a well-behaved kid.

When was the last time you took a nap? Did it relax you any? No idea. I usually have more coffee over napping.

Honestly, do you see yourself as a slut? I was when I was 19-21. Those days are suuuuuper far behind me.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? I told my mom everything when she was alive.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever been through? My father dying when I was 16 and my mom dying recently are probably tied. They were hard in different ways.

Do you like fast food or does it disgust you? I like it. Probably getting some when my kid is up from her nap.

Who was the last person you kissed? Bf.

What’s your favourite alcoholic drink? IPA beer.

Do you like the smell of BBQs? Yes!

Do you crash on people’s sofas often? Never.

Do wasps scare you? Yes.

Have you ever worn flip flops in the snow? Yup! I wear them regardless of the weather when I'm taking the garbage out.

Has anyone ever told you that you & your significant other could be siblings? Have they ever assumed you were siblings? No but a waiter assumed my brother and I were on a date once. We don't look anything alike because different dads.

Have you ever heard people having sex in the next room? No.

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No.

Have you ever lost your voice? Last time I was sick.

Museum date or aquarium date? Aquarium!

Did you ever have an emo or scene phase? Yupppp.

Name a subject you know a lot about. Fish/shrimpkeeping. Parenting a baby. I'm still trying to figure out parenting a toddler.

Most embarrassing poster you’ve ever owned? No idea.

Could you see yourself having a child with the last person you kissed? We have a child. :)

Who is your favorite person to have random conversations with? My boyfriend. He's my bestie. I could (and will) talk to him forever.

Who was the last person to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable? Our new neighbours.

What are you known for? Depends who you ask.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? My last ex.

Do you know anyone who is engaged? Mmm... no? Not currently.

What is your relationship status on Facebook? In a relationship.

What are you listening to? The sound of my aquariums bubblers/filters. Someone mowing their lawn a few doors down.

What was the last thing you looked up on Google? Vanilla cold foam recipe lol. I need to stop buying cold brews every day.

Ever been kissed on the leg? My boyfriend.

Last person to hear you cry? My daughter. I had a super short cry over my mom's passing this morning.

What do you think of the term plus-sized in modeling? Is it empowering or demeaning? Demeaning. "Plus size" should not be necessary.

Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)? I've been on my own for ages and I think I'm handling it well.

Has your ex ever gone out with someone close to you? All of the women close to me are married or in super long-term relationships.

Are you friends with someone who’s autistic? My boyfriend's brother is.

Have you ever had a Bic Mac? Recently lol.

Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, YouTube, etc.) Yes! I used to do Anime North every year. I just looked it up because I forgot the name and it turns out that it's actually today! I miss having time/funds/mental and physical energy to do things like that.

What is the biggest difference between you and your best friend? He's super calm and I'm not.

[fangirling-throughlife]

I don't know if I've ever mentioned anything about this, but here it goes.

2 years and almost 2 months ago, a dear friend from my high school days passed away at 29. He was the pianist in my first ever legit piano trio in the conservatory. He was in uni while the other two of us were still in high school. We were the weirdest ever group. He was older, so he had a car and went to concerts, and he could play a great Beethoven and then a mainstream pop song. I was getting out there after my grandmother passed away and my mum (who's not a musician) encouraged me to listen to pop music kids my age enjoyed, and even arranged for me to go to meet the boyband I got into. I had modern interests like Eurovision with very specific people, one of them being the pianist in our group. The violinist had a very strict teacher, and strict parents, so she was less into mainstream and focused on classical music, but she inevitably got carried away by the two of us. Pair that with a teacher who just enjoyed that we were creative and proactive, and had very good chemistry, and we had a blast for a good year.

In 2018, our pianist called us to play at his aunt's wedding. One of the songs we played was Taylor Swift, because he was a massive fan. By that time, I liked Taylor, I knew all of her most famous songs, and I'd just spent months singing "Look what you made me do" (I had my reasons that aren't relevant here). He picked me up at home, and we spent the full ride talking about how talented she is, and what our favourite songs of hers were.

The only thing I can remember playing at the funeral is "august". And the only reason I remember it, is because someone in his family (cannot remember who) said that he loved Taylor so much (as if I didn't know that before) and that he adored that song, and that it would fit in a service. I also remember because I've been unable to listen to it for 2 years, because I start crying as my mind takes me back there.

Since then, all of the major release dates have been bittersweet for me. I think that, with the re-recordings, I figured he was just missing the new versions, and a couple of songs that matched the vibe. I really struggled the week Midnights was released, though, and I still think how fucking unfair it is that there's a whole album he'll never hear. But for some reason, 1989 hurt just as much. I'm not sure if it was because I was very obsessed with Wildest Dreams when we had that fangirling moment, but the moment it started playing, I lost it. And since I was already losing it, when the From the Vault songs started, there was no going back anymore.

As corny as it sounds, this is one of the cases where I really really hope there's a heaven where they can see and hear us, because it destroys my soul to think that the guy who made a "Love Story" arrangement to play because he knew the song so well that he found every single mistake in any online version, is missing all of this.

[ploshansky]

i feel like i'm going insane. the same people that taught me growing up not to trust everything i read on the internet are now calling things like tik tok and facebook the last bastion of truth. my dad legitimately thinks that republicans can't do anything wrong because they're "people of God," and that newsmax is unbiased.

all the conspiracies surrounding natural disasters are something i couldn't conceive in my wildest dreams. maybe i was a little too optimistic but i didn't think people had gone that far into the maga cult of personality. i always expect for there to be some tin foil hat freak on the fringes of the internet claiming that the government's behind all of it, but there are people in the government pushing conspiracies.

people's lives are uprooted, and they're probably going to endure the aftershock for the rest of their lives, and so will their kids. their lives have been separated into before and after, and conservatives are treating them like collateral damage in some larger war.

what gets me most about all of this is that there's no outcome in which these people are satisfied. not one. from here on out, if some devastating event is just as bad, God forbid worse than what is/was being reported, it's a controlled attack by the government/the elite/[insert group here] etc. if it's underwhelming, then the news and/or the experts are not only unreliable, then they're also controlled by some higher power for some malicious reason. and as if that's not vile enough, at the end of it all, the victims who will spend months if not YEARS rebuilding and looking for some semblance of normalcy are forgotten. the REAL victim is always trump. "how can i make this about trump."

while i watched people online sobbing because they didn't have the resources to evacuate, guilty that they couldn't do more for their parents, kids, friends, pets, etc. people stuck on evacuation routes, people lucky enough to evacuate worried sick about whether or not they would even have a home to come back to, i also saw people confidently saying that milton was a ploy to destroy mar a largo. it's fucking insane behavior.

i hate to come off as sanctimonious because i feel like there's this weird obsession (especially among gen z) where everyone wants to have a cause, but i'm just so astounded at the lack of humanity. i can't even really say i'm angry, i'm just exhausted and sad. it's one thing to watch psychopaths on twitter promote these absurd ideas instead of being productive, but it's another when i have to watch my own family buy into these fantastical ideas, and defend how i had nothing to do with this stuff because i voted blue or because i'm vaccinated. nothing can ever just be a horrible and unfortunate situation anymore. nobody will ever reach across the aisle ever again. these people will never ever be satisfied.

[trippinsorrows]

I’m sitting here on the train going to work thinking about how there’s now not 1, but 2 BIG secrets. 1. Solana was sent to there to kill Roman/ Xavier wants Roman dead and she knows it. 2. Roman knows about the debt and that Solana’s mother passing was Xavier’s fault and so was her assault. They both need to tell each other before they fall harder for one another than they already have. I’m excited yet scared to see how this is all gonna play out 🥺 and I’m screaming because if Roman ever ends up meeting Solana’s ex… it’s curtains for him 😂 I’m loving Roman’s backstory. And lastly…. nobody on the bloodline side better not end up dead‼️ including Roman and Solana. I’ll sue for stress. You One of the best writers on this app Much love 😂❤️❤️

okay, i've said this before, but the fact that people think about my stories like outside of like when ya'll read the updates is so crazy to me. like, that's the wildest thing! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but you are very much spot on. what i find interesting too about both of these secrets is they're both being kept from the person out of a place of fear. solana is fearful of roman's reaction, scared to lose his trust, but she's also frightful of his anger at hearing the truth. and that's some of her lingering trauma regarding men always hurting her one way or another peaking through.

and roman, though our favorite grump is currently too stubborn to admit it, is fearful of how her knowing the truth could hinder her progress thus far. and not even from the perspective of them working up to being intimate. he doesn't care about that. he's thinking a lot about how she used to self harm and even attempted to unalive herself because of her trauma. finding out her own father is responsible....he doesn't know what that would do to her and really doesn't want to find out.

lmaooo chile, i really am playing around with having her ex make an appearance and roman is there. probably the group is out someplace and naomi or bayley slip that he was an ass to solana, probably bayley cause she already wants to fight ole dude and would low key love to see roman bash his fucking face in.

i'm happy you liked seeing more of his background! his early years very much contributed to who he is today. he has trauma just like solana.

as far as death....i'm def not the writer who shies away from minor/major character death if it makes sense for the plot. sooooo idk, friend, maybe have some tissues ready? or not! we just have to see. 😭😭😭😭

and one of the best writers is a super compliment that seems a bit extra but thank you so much, regardless 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 !!

🕷️ CHARACTERS— jock!itadori yuuji x fem!reader x best friend!fushiguro megumi

🕷️ SUMMARY— what started as the worst halloween party you’ve ever gone to ended up in a night you could never in your wildest dream imagine to happen

🕷️ WORD COUNT— 4.5k BABYYYY

🕷️ CONTENT WARNING— swearing, drink spiking, harassment, drugs, halloween frat party, mahito, college au, overprotective and possessive megumi, noncon, overstimulation, dumbification, mmf threesome, marking and hickeys, pet names, praising, oral sex, fingering, clit sucking, double penetration, squirting

KINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

🕷️ A/N— bitch wouldn’t show up in the tags no matter how many time I’ve posted this 👹👹 hopefully it works this time enjoy 💕

“Come on! Just relax, have fun,” the male dropped the weight of his arm on your shoulder, body leaning too close to you for your comfort as he whined, eyes training at your cleavage from his taller height.

You hardly knew this man—who introduced himself as Mahito just less than 20 minutes ago and somehow, you found yourself sitting on the couch at the corner of the party along with his friends, unable to find a way to escape from him as he gets all handsy with you.

Nobara had left to use the bathroom just before he dragged you all over there to his group and your other friends are nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t leave without any help from them. And not to forget that you even promised Megumi you’d wait for him at the front door and Mahito was making things harder for you.

Frustration and annoyance only continued to flare up in your chest the longer you were stuck with him and his half–drunk friends who couldn't even care less about what he was doing.

“I’m sorry but I really have to go right now, please,” you couldn’t handle any second of it anymore, finally breaking the thought of staying polite after his hand crawled up to rest on your thigh. Swiping his hand off of you, disgust glared from within when his friends simply laughed at the seeming amusement you showed while Mahito chuckled as if it was nothing.

“Aww, but I really want to hang out with you,” he teased with that sly smirk brushed across his lips, trying to catch your eyes but you never even bothered to return a single look.

“Too bad I have to leave now,” placing the half–filled drink he gave you on the small coffee table in front of the couch, you pulled yourself up from your seat, leaving an empty spot beside Mahito.

“Ah, you didn’t finish your drink, (Y/N),” he called out, the alcohol now in his hand swirling inside the paper cup as you noticed how the group’s eyes were on you; staring for some reason.

“Does it matter?”

“Nah, it’d be easier for me if you finished it.”

Fucking weirdo, you thought, before you turned to leave, catching the sight of his close–eyed grin and waving hands.

Megumi had left your last message on seen when you checked your phone, making you sigh at his usual manner. A message to distract you from your previous scare would be nice in the least.

The night was chilly when you left the party, the fresh air from the house cramped with dancing bodies that made it a little hard to breathe. The time showed 9 and you still couldn’t find Megumi anywhere outside the front yard or the gates. Perhaps he had already gone inside the party without telling you but you didn’t have the energy to join in just yet. Mahito seemed to have sucked them all out previously.

Otherwise to the muffled music blasting from inside the house and the soft chatters of the few standing in the yard, you thought the moment was still for a second; calm and silent for a night of partying. Then all of a sudden, a single ding from your phone ticked against your eardrums and your heart slightly jumped from the sound.

‘Sorry I’m going to be a little late’

Megumi’s notification appeared on the screen and your tummy did a little flutter at his name before you tapped into his message, thinking hard about how you should tell him about the stranger you just met without him yelling at you to go back home at that moment.

He had already managed to stop you from wearing that bunny costume you were going to match with Nobara at the party all because it was too revealing, lecturing you about the types of guys hanging around at parties and he wouldn’t hesitate to drag you home himself if he knew about what happened.

Your halloween night was already half–ruined by Mahito and you couldn’t finish it off by being stuck at home instead of having fun with everyone else from campus all because of Megumi’s odd protectiveness.

After spinning your head for a few long seconds, you figured it would be best for your circumstances to tell him about it after the party ends; it would be too late for him to do anything anyway. So you simply sent an ‘okay’ before being left on seen once again, letting out a sigh as you waited.

One by one the people outside started to join the party again, leaving you alone sitting on the porch stairs and listening to the lazy croaks of the cicadas and the muffled blasting from the house. With each passing moment, each slipping second and minutes spent just sitting there waiting, you grew more and more impatient, tired of waiting for the male who didn’t seem to be appearing no matter how long of a time you gave him.

9:33 was the point when your body started sweating and your head started spinning—perhaps getting light from irritation and you simply gave up waiting any longer; you had your other friends waiting inside and you desperately needed a drink anyway.

Just as you attempted to balance up onto your feet with hands gripping the stair railing, you thought you heard a familiar voice greeting from behind you, tone annoyingly playful.

“Ah! So you haven’t left, I see,” turning your head around, you’re met with that stitch–face once again.

“Frankenstein is back, huh?” you let out a groan as your lightly rolled your eyes, trying not to add to the pain behind them while you lean your weight against the railing.

“Don’t be like that, you’ll hurt my heart!”

“What do you want? Just leave me alone, dude.”

“Well, you don’t look so good, do you?”

“I mean, if you’d be so kind to leave, I would be in a much better state, to be honest.”

“You’re mean, you know that?” Mahito took a few steps towards you before his grip caught your arm and a laugh escaped his lips.

“Get the fuck away from me—” you tried to shove him away though your strength was nothing but tenuous compared to the frisky male. Even he acted hurt just to mock you, ignoring your demurs and inhaling sharply through his teeth as he clutched his chest and pulled you with him.

All it took was a single blink and you’d already found yourself inside the party house, the smell of spilled beer and sweat punching your nostrils as Mahito dragged you through the crowd of dancing drunks.

The crowds seemed to grow when you felt Mahito’s hold ripped away from your arm—sticky bodies started bumping into you from every angle once you’ve lost your source of walking support; causing you to tumble back into someone when a body accidentally shoved itself towards your front.

A choked cough came from behind you as you tried to stabilise yourself on your two feet before turning your head to face the stranger, rubbing your eye with the side of your hand as you sniffled, trying to think up an apology through the growing dizziness in your head.

“Hey, ya’ fine?” the stranger questioned, giving you a hand after watching you struggle for a second, and almost instinctively, your fingers grabbed onto his support.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you tried to speak through the music and noisy revelry. Though you’re simply met with a ‘huh?’.

Just as you prepared to squeeze your way out of the middle of the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Mahito’s blue hair and a swift idea quickly swiped through your head—perhaps this person could help you in dealing with that persistent male and you’ll be able to go back home safe.

“Hey—!”

“Hey—!” both you and Mahito synchronised at the same time, his attention on you while yours on the new hope you’re gripping onto. The stitch–face immediately wore a look of realisation the moment he registered the scene. And he wasted no time in grabbing your arm and tugging you to him, praying that you wouldn’t cause any scene before he caught you again.

As though he could sense something was wrong, the other male held you surprisingly sturdy at your spot, unwilling to let Mahito take you away from his side.

“Ya’ sure you’re fine?”

“I’m her friend—“

“I’m asking her though,” the stranger cut Mahito off before turning to face you, hands held tight with yours.

“Shit you’re my friend, leave me alone,” if your words weren’t enough to show your hostility towards the male, the evident glower on your face could speak just enough for you. Plus the stare the cop–uniformed male bore into his skull must’ve stroke something in him that he was finally willing to walk off, chuckling under his breath as he shook his head.

“Woah, what a weirdo, right?”

“Thanks for your help…”

“Itadori Yuuji!”

“Thanks, Itadori,” you smiled at him before you let his name sink into your mind and you snapped clear at who he really is—Itadori Yuuji, the hot jock freshman who’s already popular all throughout campus and fuck did he live up to the words.

“Do you need like, help with anything else? I can drive you back home if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, but I really need a drink first,” you chuckled.

“There’s a drink station somewhere there, I'll bring ya’?” the sunshine-smile of his pierced through your heart just like a spear after his words and there was no way to turn him down after he has used that infamous smile on you. So you almost instantly nodded your head at him, a gentle heat resting across your cheeks.

Itadori managed to pave a way through the crowd, nearly everyone saying a 'hi' or giving him a nod as he walked passed them. It would be much tougher for you to leave if it wasn't for him, you'd admit.

The drink station he had mentioned was just outside at the backyard, also filled with people all around and you saw a few making out in the pool. Though you quickly whipped your head towards Itadori when offered a plastic cup of drink to you, an obvious glow of heat on your face.

“So, you never told me yer’ name,” he glanced over to you as he took a sip of his drink, leaning his back against the wall.

“I'm (Y/N).”

“And what are you supposed to be?” he jokingly teased as he pointed at your outfit—a simple last minute choice of a crop top and a miniskirt. And you surely wouldn't be standing there being asked that question if it wasn't for Megumi.

“A college girl on a normal day, I guess.”

“Original. I'll give ya’ that.”

“Thanks. Well, your costume looks great too,” you cocked your head to the side while you checked him out from head to toe. A police cap sitting on the pink mess of his hair with the short sleeves of the uniform tight around his brawny arms and a handcuff hanging from his pocket; you weren't lying with your words in the slightest.

His eyes caught yours when your sight trailed back up to his face, a slight spark of desire flickering in his brown orbs and you’re sure the same burn could be seen over your features. And as though something had pumped through your veins, disregarding your senses urging you to catch onto your wants—your lips were on Itadori’s in a swift moment.

There was a pause in him before his lips moulded into you, tasting you in his mouth as his hand moved your face closer to him by the back of your head.

You’re not even sure how things were heading so fast, something inside of you acting on your wants and only your wants and there seemed to be no way in taming the blaze from within; your body was simply acting on itself.

But you weren’t going to lie about how good it felt with his larger hand resting on the back of your head, your tongues snaking and tasting one and another in a seemingly never–ending game.

Your vision started to blur when your lips parted, the air between the two of you warm with your puffs as you began sweating from the heat; your head feeling heavy for some reason.

“Hey…don’t you think it’s getting really hot here?” you breathed, hands holding onto his as you spoke.

“We can go into a room if you like?” his fingers were on your cheeks, rubbing the few wild strands of your hair between his two digits. And wordlessly, you nodded.

The painfully aggressive beats of the music definitely didn’t help in the gradual pounding of your head once you entered the house again. It was as if explosions were going off with each loud pump of the speakers and you didn’t even have the energy to pull yourself away from everything, starting to let the queasiness catch up to you.

Itadori was speaking with one of his friends and you didn’t catch what they were saying over the music so you stood there waiting for a few seconds before he’s back again, this time leading you to one of the rooms in the hallway.

You half–expected to see a couple naked inside the room when the door threw open and the light flickered on—but the bedroom was empty to your realisation; rare in a party this big and you guessed the house had many other rooms occupied instead.

Then with not a second wasted, your lips were back on each other again; this time hungrier for more. His hands were no longer resting shy on the back of your head or face, now feeling over the curve of your ass and the skin beneath your shirt.

His fingers were more calloused than you would have thought, roughened up throughout the years of sport and goosebumps rose all over your skin with his touch.

The dizziness in your head seemed to have cooled down once you had made it to the bed, Itadori straddling over you while his hands worked on lifting your top off of your head, leaving only your bra on.

“Hey, you okay?” he lightly shook your arm, watching the way your head lolled to the side and your eyes growing heavier with each blink. It took a while for you to get his words, each letter leisurely dropping into your ears and you paused for a while before faintly nodding at him, fingers tugging his hair to pull him back to your lips.

Your eyes shut close when you felt his hands coming up to cup your breasts, clipping your bra off as his mouth trailed down your chin to your neck, lightly picking at your skin with his teeth before sucking on the spots, making you slip out a few moans from his doings.

Then just as another mewl was about to leave your lips when his fingers played at your buds, he swallowed them into his mouth before sucking on your lower lips. And you realised that your body was his already plaything, too pleasurable to move, enjoying every single brush of his fingers against your body before you thought you caught the sound of the door slamming shut all of a sudden.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori called out in both confusion and surprise, whipping his head around to the male standing perhaps even more shocked at the door.

You were beneath Itadori, looking as if you’ve passed out or intoxicated with something with your body half–naked and neck marked in bites. It took a few long moments for Megumi to gather his mind and the first thought that came to his head was to kill his friend.

“Fuck are you doing, Itadori?!” the male yelled, furious and ready to throw a punch as he gripped onto Itadori’s collar. Though his irate attention slipped for a second when you let out a kind of groan, bringing his eyes to the puffiness of your reddened lips and bare breasts.

“Megumi…?” there was no way to deny the boner growing in his pants with the way you speak his name and the state you’re in—you looked so fucking hot.

“Calm down, man. It’s not like you’re her boyfriend, right?”

“What did I say about not to fuck with her?” Megumi threw a glare before pushing the other male off of you, cupping and lifting your face up to find the whites of your eyes red just like what he expected; you must’ve been either drinking too much or drugged.

Taking his jacket off, Megumi covered your upper body with it before Itadori stopped him, “You’re not leaving with her, right?”

“It has nothing to do with you—”

“Don’t you see this chance?” a glint of idea flashed through Itadori’s eyes; temptation and Megumi knew that whatever he was going to spew out wouldn’t be anything good. “She’s like, I don’t know—I think someone drugged her or something. So why not…”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Kugisaki told me you like her, but—”

���You’re speaking nonsense,” Megumi cut before another groan left your lips, and god you had no idea how pretty you were in his arms, intoxicated and vulnerable to any lecherous man he had always warned you about.

She won’t even know.

It wasn’t Itadori’s voice that was luring him into the sinful thought of succumbing to his perverted desire—it was his own voice attempting to entice himself.

Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?

All those fucking years.

There was a push inside his chest that made him near your face, merely less than an inch away from your lips; the same lips that he had always thought about giving even the slightest kiss. And when you yourself, in your fuzzy state closed the space between the two of you, Megumi swore his heart was trying to dig out of his ribs, pounding and beating inside of him.

You tasted even better than he had thought, the tingles in his spine spreading throughout his whole body until everything on his mind was you and your sweetness, tongue exploring your wet cavern and pulling every moan left in the back of your throat.

Fingers playing at the hemline of your skirt, he finally gathered enough courage to let them slither down to your inner thigh, plump and smooth beneath his fingertips as he drew circles on your skin.

Megumi jolted up when you let out a quiet squeal at the touch of your clit through your damp panties and the sudden suck of your mounds. Impatient as ever, Itadori playfully smirked at him when the ebony–haired glanced down over to your chest.

Bitterness and irksomeness loaded inside of him just at the sight of Itadori touching your body but he knew he didn’t have any right to kick him out of the room considering the fact that he was the one who gave the idea of such twisted pleasure.

Pushing your panties to the side, Megumi let a finger dip into your pussy, wet and dripping with arousal as you whined for more—greedy to feel his fingers reaching deep in your cunt.

Both of their cocks twitched when the squelching of your pussy filled the room as you clenched onto Megumi’s long fingers each time he rubbed deep inside your folds, his mouth now latching onto your clit; sucking and circling the hardened bud while Itadori eats up the messy moans out of your lips.

“Mm—I think 'm gonna cum!” you gasped against Itadori’s lips, clamping Megumi’s head between your thighs while he continued sucking on your clit, pumping his length in and out of you as your hands tried to push his head away and your hips buckled away from him. “N–No, no, no more!”

“Shh, it's okay. Just be good,” Itadori cooed at you, locking both of your hands together with the handcuffs in his pocket before caressing the side of your face with his palm.

“Please—'m gonna cum again!” beads of tears drew from the edges of your eyes while you pled and whined. They were lucky the music outside was loud enough to drown out your cries or else someone might’ve come in to catch a glimpse at you.

Your body jerked up when the second gale of pleasure burst through your tummy, your essence gushing all over Megumi’s chin which finally made him release your clit with a surprise.

“Fuck, man. You made her squirt?” Itadori laughed, watching the way Megumi’s face grew into a shade of red as his chin glistened under the light, your wetness dripping off of his chin before he rubbed them off with the sleeves of his sweater.

“No shit, you got protection?”

“There’s only one in my wallet,” silence ensued after Itadori’s reply. “I think.”

Itadori wasted no time scrambling to take out his wallet, searching through it to find one inside—and another at the back pocket of it, relieving the both of them from the scare before the pink–haired handed one to Megumi.

“Double?” a question from one and a nod from the other.

Your breathing evened when the two of them left your body alone to speak whatever you couldn’t register and all of a sudden, you were pulled up to a sitting position by your arm before Megumi’s lips crashed against yours.

You could feel yourself still slightly sensitive from your previous orgasm, pussy warm and dripping wet when Itadori’s fingers played with your clit from behind, “No more…please.”

”But we haven’t had our fun yet,” his fingers now trailed up to your hips as he busied his lips with peppering kisses on your nape and back.

“I’ll go easy,” a sharp gasp jumped out of your throat just as Megumi finished his sentence, cock slipping into your warm cunt as he held back a groan.

His years of wet dreams about the look on your face when he first enter your pussy and the late–night thoughts of how you’d beg for his cock while he fucked his fist came down now—your glistening eyes widened and plump lips trembling in the slightest.

“Fuck—so pretty…so tight,” Megumi’s voice shook a little as he buried himself inside of you, inhaling the smell of your hair as his hips paused into a stop for you to get used to his size. All the girls he had fucked never felt better than you, his pretty best friend with her pretty little cunt, and it took everything in him to stop himself from coming right there.

Another cry left your lips when Itadori lifted your leg up and entered his cock into your cunt, your forehead threw forward to rest on Megumi’s collarbone as you sob about how full you were.

“Too much! Too full!” your cries were only met with a peck of Megumi’s lips, kissing away a trail of a tear off of your cheek before slowly moving his hips.

“You can take this, right?” his voice soothed the panic inside of you as his hand stroked your head, his dark irises showing the gentle reflection of yourself, and without even thinking, you nodded at him.

Itadori’s pace was faster than Megumi’s, unsteady, or that he tried to hold himself back but failed. The tightness and friction in your pussy were overwhelming for him—it felt too good to keep himself back, and eventually, he greedily pistoled into you with each push harder and faster.

“Oi, Itadori w–wait!” his friend called his name out, trying to stop him but it was no use and both you and him are turning into a moaning mess, your eyes shedding tear after tear while Itadori’s hands gripped onto your hips as he fucked your cunt. The sight was fucking hot, hotter than he’d imagined and Megumi figured you’re going to be fine if he starts moving faster anyway.

So with his lips reassuring you that you’d be fine, he sped up his pace and watched the way your face turned into a pretty sob, attempting to squirm out between the two of them but it was simply all useless and you were at the mercy of them.

The slight ache of their cocks abusing your hole only added to the pleasure, making your cunt clench around the both of them and earning swears and grunts.

“C–Cumin’! M’cumming—!” your muscles tensed up tight as you cried and you don’t even know whose cock is whose anymore, your head only filled with the thoughts of how good it felt.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for us, princess,” Itadori bit his teeth into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers played with your sensitive nipples, his words turning into a trigger as you came—twitching dumbly between them.

“Shit—ngh, such a good girl,” Megumi could already feel himself close and he was sure he was going to cum when your pussy squeezed their cocks, your body already limp in his arms, succumbing to pure euphoria and seeing whites.

“Gonna cum too, haah,” Itadori snaked his arms around your waist, tightening them as he rutted into your cunt, the friction making Megumi’s cock pulsing and throbbing.

“S–Stop going so rough—” the dark–haired was cut off by the sudden loud squeal of yours, your pussy squirting out your essence onto their thighs and catching them by surprise before Itadori finally came, hard as his arms tightened around you even more.

“Fuck, did she just squirt again?” Itadori panted, reaching his hand over to grab your face before turning it to look at you. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your orbs hazy–looking and drool was seeping out from your lips; and without a doubt, they knew they’ve fucked you dumb.

The pink–haired put a thumb into your mouth and almost instinctively, you began twirling your tongue around the digit, sucking on it as you lightly moaned on his finger while Megumi bounced you on his cock. The sight only brought him to his orgasm, his seed shooting spurt after spurt in your warm cunt and he swore he never had a better orgasm.

Otherwise to the muffled music from out the door, the three of your panting filled the warm room, your bodies sticky and the bed damp from sweat and cum.

This is bliss, Megumi thought. His pretty best friend on his chest with her pretty little cunt twitching from his cock before Itadori poked his head over yours, another familiar glint flashing across his eyes.

“We can totally pull–out, right?”

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