#an actual f*cking elbow to the face

[slowpuckdrop]

there are no calls on this?

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY EIGHT

Blitzø sat in bed staring up at the ceiling when he heard a knock at the door. It opened a crack and Fizzarolli poked his head inside.

“Fizz!” Blitzø beamed at Fizzarolli.

“Hey,” Fizzarolli looked around the room. “Is this an ok time?”

“Of course,” Blitzø waved him over. “I sent Loony home to get a proper night’s rest. And Stolas… Actually. I don’t know where Stolas is.” He shrugged.

Fizzarolli closed the door behind him and pulled up a chair by the bed.

“Oz caught him in the hall.” Fizzarolli sat down and made himself comfortable. “Said he had something to discuss with him.”

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

Fizz waved it off.

“Doesn’t matter. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Mmk.”

They sat in awkward silence for a time.

Blitzø cleared his throat.

“You look good, Fizz.” He smiled warmly at him.

“You’ve definitely looked better.”

“What? You’re not digging the pharaoh mummy look?” Blitzø pantomimed tossing back voluminous tresses over his shoulders. “Not into head bandages?”

Fizzarolli averted his gaze.

“Not a fan of hospitals.”

Blitzø cringed. “F*ck… I’m sorry… I didn’t me-“

Fizzarolli waved him off. “Really not a fan of seeing people I love, hurt.” He looked down at his hands in his lap.

Blitzø reached his hand out as far as his IV would allow, trying to reach out to Fizz.

Fizzarolli noticed and looked up to meet Blitzø’s gaze.

“Thank you for being here, Fizz.”

Fizzarolli smiled sadly and took Blitzø’s out-stretched hand. “I wasn’t gonna let anyone keep us apart this time.”

Blitzø grinned and fought back tears.

They sat in comfortable silence for a time, holding hands, enjoying this moment. One that had been long overdue.

Blitzø tried to fight it, but a yawn managed to escape.

“You’re tired. I’ll let you rest.”

No…

Fizzarolli went to stand but Blitzø gripped his hand tighter.

Please don’t go…

“Would you stay?” He looked at Fizz, pleading. “Like when we were kids?”

Fizzarolli thought for a moment, then he slid his hand out from Blitzø’s.

“Oh… Right..” Blitzø’s heart clenched, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked away. “You’ve got to get home…”

A moment later the lights in the room turned off, and Blitzø looked back to see Fizz standing by his bed.

“You’re going to have to move over if we’re both going to fit.”

I f*cking hope he can’t see me crying in the dark…

Blitzø scooted as far over as he could and Fizz climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.

They both shifted until they lay on their sides facing each other.

They chuckled awkwardly.

“Well. Haven’t done this in a hot minute.”

Fizzarolli snickered. “Nope.”

Blitzø noticed Fizz was still wearing his jester hat.

“Aren’t you going to take that off?” He asked off-handedly.

Fizzarolli froze and buried his face in his hands.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Fizz?”

Fizzarolli looked at Blitzø, silent tears streaming down his face.

“Fizz?! What is it?” Blitzø could feel something was very wrong.

“Blitzø…” Fizzarolli shuddered a sigh.

“Whatever it is…” Blitzø reached out to take his hand.

Fizzarolli covered his face with one hand, shook his head and held up a finger - telling Blitzø to hold on.

“You’re f*cking scaring me, Fizz…”

Fizzarolli sat up. Blitzø propped himself up on an elbow.

“I’ve only ever let Asmodeus see me without this,” Fizzarolli touched his hat.

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

“But it’s a part of who I am,” he swallowed hard. “And I think I need to be ok letting others get close enough to see… EVERY broken part of me.”

“You’re not broken, Fizz,” Blitzø reached out to him, but Fizzarolli shook his head.

“I know I’m not,” he took a deep breath. “But I’ve still got broken pieces…”

Fizzarolli pulled his hat off and clutched it to his chest in anguish. He couldn’t bear to look at Blitzø.

Blitzø shot upright.

This is MY fault…

“F*ck.. Fizz… I’m so f*cking sorry…”

Fizzarolli started to cry all over again. He tried to hide his face and put his hat back on, but Blitzø grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re f*cking amazing, Fizz.” Blitzø clutched him tightly. “And don’t worry… Your horns will ALWAYS be bigger than mine.”

The two cried themselves to sleep that night in the same position they’d always slept in as little kids: curled up, touching foreheads and holding hands.

***

Stolas and Asmodeus stood in the doorway to Blitzø’s room and watched Fizzarolli and Blitzø sleep.

“Is this something I need to be worried about?” Stolas whispered to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus smirked and shook his head. “I ain’t.” He looked at Fizzarolli with such love and adoration, Stolas couldn’t help feeling like he was invading their privacy somehow.

Asmodeus looked at Stolas and squeezed his shoulder in encouragement. “I get your reticence. It’ll take time for you two to figure each other out. But I know my Fizzy.” He looked over at the boys and smiled.

“And the fact that Fizzy let Blitzø see him like this” Asmodeus cocked his head so Stolas would look where he was looking - at Fizzarolli’s exposed horns. “Means he’s trusting people again. Trusting Blitzø again. Opening himself up to the idea of family again”

Family…

Stolas’s heart ached. He wanted that kind of closeness with Blitzø. He wanted Blitzø to let him in like that.

“And if my Fizzy trusts him with that kind of vulnerability? I know you can too.” Asmodeus smiled warmly at Stolas. “Hell. I trust the idiot with Fizzy’s life. That’s gotta say something, don’t it?”

Stolas smiled meekly back at Asmodeus. “It does.”

“Good.” Asmodeus clapped him on the back, catching him off guard. Stolas tried not to squawk in surprise.

Asmodeus chuckled.

Stolas shot him a glare.

Asmodeus snorted, tried to cover his laugh, and turned into the hallway. “Let’s go. Give those two some more time to rest. They need it.”

“Yes.” Stolas followed, looking longingly over his shoulder at Blitzø, and how peaceful and content he looked sleeping there, next to Fizzarolli.

If only I could make him feel that safe…

“I suppose you’re right.”

*****

[galaxyedging]

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Dave York x f!reader

WC:5k

Summary: An unexpected guest crashed the reunion between you and Joel.

Warnings:Unprotected P in V sex. CNC elements. 69. Use of toys. Swearing. Dave Motherf*cking York.

Adult Education

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist

"I'm so sorry. Tommy's busy. I can't even get him to take over." Joel sounded as disappointed as you felt. 

"It's fine we waited ten years, what's another day?" You tried to ease his guilt.

"It's one day too long for me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"You'd better or I'll be taking a sledge hammer to my walls to get you over here."

The early morning deliveries that Joel left to meet ran into some trouble. Joel was going to have to drive out of state to personally oversee a few things. It was disappointing but maybe it was a blessing in disguise. This whole thing was just insane. 

Ten years had passed, you couldn't just pick up where you left off, surely? You weren't a teen in need of a little safe harbour before you went out into the big, wide world anymore. The second you stepped back into Joel's arms, you felt it, safety. 

Joel didn't seem to have changed a bit but he must have. Ten whole years of living his life, he could be a completely different man. You were certainly different. At your core, you still had the same morals and outlook on life, you'd always had a strong sense of self. Everything else, your likes, dislikes, ambitions, they'd all changed, grown, evolved. 

When your home grew too loud with your thoughts echoing in your mind, you decided to take yourself for dinner. As the waiter sat your indulgent dessert in front of you, Joel sent you a message.

I sent you a present. Let me know if you like it.

Your ex-husband never bought you surprises. It was nice to feel like you were on someone's mind when they weren't there. 

Pulling up outside your house, the first thing you noticed was Joel's gift. A long golden box set outside your door. A quick tug of the elaborate bow allowed you to lift the lid and see the beautiful long stemmed roses inside. Carefully balancing them in one arm you took out your phone to snap a quick selfie of your smiling face with your gift. 

I love them. Thank you.

The two blue ticks indicated that Joel had read the message. Opening the door you managed to get in just as his reply came through. 

They're not from me. 

Setting your things down, you got into your normal routine. Keys away. Alarm. Wait, your alarm wasn't on. Damn. It wasn't like you to forget. Kick your shoes off. Hang up your jacket. Picking the flowers and taking them into the kitchen you rooted around for a card. A small cream envelope was at the bottom of the box under the delicate tissue paper lining the box. It slid open easily. Inside was a small golden embellished card. The simple handwritten words said…

Your alarm system is shit.

Every hair on your body stood on end. Your heart was in your mouth. You screamed around it as someone touched your shoulder. A hand came around your mouth to silence you. Instinctively, you struck out. A swift elbow connected with your attackers ribs. 

"Easy now. You don't even know my safe word." The voice was all too familiar as he grabbed your arms to hold you in place.

"Dave?" You turned enough to see his perfect profile and the shit eater grin on his face.

"I told you I'd catch you soon."

Petals rained over the kitchen as you grabbed the stem of the roses and proceeded to hit him about the head with them. "You asshole. You scared the hell out of me!"

"Ouch. Those things have thorns!"

"Torns are the least of your worries! I could call the police! You broke into my fucking home!"

"I wanted to surprise you. Joel said…"

"Joel? What did he say?"

"He said you might want to catch up since you were free tonight."

"And breaking and entering is your way of catching up?!"

"I thought…"

"Get out! Get out, Dave!" Anger burned in your veins as you screamed at him. To his credit Dave actually looked ashamed of himself before he left. 

It took cleaning all the rose petals up and a long shower for you to calm down enough to look at your phone. 

Ten missed calls. One from your mom. Nine from Joel.

Tapping on your conversation, you scrolled through the new texts.

Dave told me what he did. I'm so sorry.

Please answer.

I'm sorry. I forgot Dave is an asshole. I thought he could take you out for dinner, not scare the life out of you.

Please call me.

I'm really sorry.

The thought that Joel hadn't intended to put you in that position made you feel a little better. The other thoughts that scraped at your consciousness, the ones that had enjoyed what Dave had done, didn't. Deciding that Joel had suffered enough, you texted him back.

It's okay. You're not responsible for that asshole. I'll call you tomorrow.

His reply was instant. 

Okay, Darlin'. Sleep well.

With the adrenaline rush wearing off, it wasn't long until you were fast asleep.

The moonlight streaming through the windows was joined by a single beam of light. It swept the floor and up onto the walls. When it came your way, it completely obscures the dark figure behind it. The flashlight thudded on the mattress as the dark figure discarded it in favour of grabbing your ankles. In a display of its strength it pulled you down the bed towards it. Only then could you see its face. Dave. Your panties were swiftly pulled to the side as he penetrated you with his thick length. Bracing himself over you his lips ghosted over yours as his steady thrusts built into a frenzied pace. They still hovered over yours as you both moaned in unison as you climaxed together.

The sheets twisted below you as you jumped awake. The room was still streaked with moonlight but there was no Dave. A little pang of disappointment settled low in your stomach. Just below that a twinge of something else flared. Your panties clung to the wet flesh of your folds. It took two rounds with your favourite toy to settle you down to sleep again.

The next time you jumped awake it was to the sound of your doorbell. Checking the camera you were surprised to see Joel at your door.

"I'm so sorry." He greeted you as you let him step inside.

"It's fine, Joel. Really."

"No. It's not. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Dramatically as he could given his stiff knees, he dropped down to beg you.

"Stop!" You laughed, shoving his shoulder. "Although, while you are down there."

He raised an eyebrow before shuffling closer. Lifting one of your knees over his shoulder he pulled your loose sleep shorts out of the way.

"Jesus. You're soaked." Just as two of his fingers traced your folds he stopped. "Is this from last night?"

Feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over you, you removed your leg from his shoulder. "Joel." You sighed.

"Honey, I'm not judging. You and Dave have a past. I just didn't think he'd make a move on you. Not with knowing how I feel about you."  

"Do you think Dave and I…? He didn't make any moves."

"Oh. That's good." He sounded relieved and so much younger than his years almost like the uncertain teen you'd once been. "So you two didn't…?"

"No. Why would I when I have you?" You caught how that sounded. "I mean when we're whatever this is…"

"You can have me if you want. I want to be yours. I know it's a weird set up but I just wanted you to know. You can take all the time you need to think about how you feel. I know you will, you're way smarter than me." 

"Thank you, Joel. How about we just start with that dinner you own me?"

"Sure." He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist. "Do you still want me to?" He looked down between you.

"The moment has kind of past. How about I get a shower and we can make that dinner a breakfast?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Breakfast was spent catching up on everything and anything. Views on everything on politics to every pop culture fad of the last ten years were exchanged. Thankfully you and Joel agreed on all the major things. It really was like being with an old friend. It felt so natural to be with him. Breakfast turned into a walk in the park. Then a museum and a late lunch. Then back to your place for a movie and cuddling on the sofa. Even when dinner time rolled around neither of you mentioned Joel leaving. Dinner was cooked together. The two of you working seamlessly together. Joel cleaned as you chopped, mixed and cooked. 

"What happened to these?" Joel was standing over the open trash can looking at the pieces of flowers.

"Oh, so Dave told you intimate details of us having sex but didn't tell you I beat him with some roses?"

"You what?!" Joel laughed in disbelief. "Good for you!"

"I actually feel a little bad. For the roses, not Dave. He scared the shit out of me."

Joel hugged you from behind and hummed thoughtfully near your ear. 

"What?" You half turned to ask him.

"Nothing. Just this morning you were so wet…"

"And…?"

"I don't know, maybe part of you liked it."

Getting defensive you tried to dismiss him. "I masturbated, twice, that's all that was." 

"Do you usually masturbate twice at night?"

"Joel." You warned.

"Again, I'm not judging. I always thought it was kind of hot when you two fucked. Dave used to get so worked up that you preferred me. He's the most competitive bastard I know." Joel laughed lightly.

"Is this really a conversation you want to have with the woman you just started dating?"

"I did Google dating etiquette. Oddly enough it didn't cover this particular situation."

Huffing at his comment, you moved from his arms to the spice rack.

"Look. I just think if we have so much stuff unresolved. Then maybe you had stuff with Dave too. I want this, us, to have a real shot. We can't do that being stuck in the past."

Suddenly the mixed herbs in your hands became really interesting as you studied them. Begrudgingly you admitted to yourself that Joel was right. You didn't love Dave but he was your first. He was a huge part of informing your sexual tastes. And if someone held a gun to your head you may even admit to liking him, just a little.

"Did you get wiser in your old age?" You finally returned to Joel's arms.

He mock gasped as held you. "Less of the old!"

"Maybe I do have a teeny tiny amount of unresolved…" feelings doesn't sound right "...stuff with Dave." Adding he herbs you held up a spoon for Joel to taste. It kept his eyes off you for a moment so you could open up. "I may have gotten off on the danger of being with him. Out of the two of you there was always something that scared me, just a little. Now the whole CIA agent thing makes sense. Lying bastard. It doesn't mean I want to do anything with him now."

"Okay." Joel stated simply, yet you could tell there was a lot more behind the simple word. Casually, he tossed the spoon to be washed later. Mirroring how he put this particular conversation aside for later.

The two of you finished up making dinner and settled down to eat.

"So, back then, did Dave tell you everything?" You asked in-between bites of pasta.

"Everything. The hot tub. The time in college. Everything." Joel confessed.

"College?!"

"Who do you think told him where you were?"

Your chin nearly ended up in your food as your jaw dropped. "I take it back. I want to fuck him again but his time I wouldn't let him tell you a damn thing about it."

Joel shrugged. "Still hot."

"Shut up." The two of you grinned at each other like children. 

Dinner was done, dishes were washed, dried and put away. Another movie was put on. Joel didn't make it through this one. With half an hour left he was fast asleep against your chest. Even though he was asleep you carried on massaging his scalp. His soft curls tumbled soothingly through your fingers. The weight and warmth of him against you, finally having him in your arms like you had ached to when he told you he wanted to be wanted, had you in a state of bliss. When you phone chimed you were happy to ignore it until you remembered you hadn't called your mom back.

A message was there, from a number you didn't recognise.

I'm sorry for last night. I thought you'd like it. I guess I forgot you're not the woman I knew anymore.

Thank you for the apology. You weren't entirely wrong. If you'd have done that back then or maybe didn't try it out of the blue after 10 years, I may have liked it.

I'll keep that in mind. These texts won't disappear. You can save this number if you want.

I will, under 'Asshole.'

You're saved under 'Whore' with that picture of your cum covered tits as your icon.

Asshole.

You imagined Dave's amused smile matching the one that spread on your face. The slight rumble of your chest as you chuckled woke Joel. "Sorry, Sweetheart. Long day. Did the movie end? Do you want me to leave?" He muttered this all sleepily against the swell of your breasts.

"I'm not going to make you drive in this state. My guest room is made up….or you can share my bed?"

Joel padded up the stairs as you guided him. It was strange to be the one looking after him for a change. After giving him a spare toothbrush, you returned with some sweats that you stole from your ex. "Here. Let's get you to bed."

Joel was asleep on his back when you returned from getting yourself ready. The blanket was only pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare allowing you to admire him. His middle was a little softer than you remembered. His arms were still roped with well earned muscle. The freckles that you used to try and map littered his golden skin. Seeing him in your bed just felt so right. Sliding in next to him you rested your head on his broad chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily in your ear. Just like the summer ten years before, you decided you wanted Joel and you were going to have him, consequences be damned.

One year later….

Sometimes you hated Tommy. Even if he was a ray of human sunshine most days and made sure to tell Joel how lucky he was to have you at every opportunity. He was still the one that convinced Joel to take risks and grow his business. A business that was now thriving. Which meant Joel had to be whisked away from you from time to time. Most of the time you understood. Today, you weren't in the most understanding of moods. Work had been a nightmare, all you wanted to do was come home. Now that you had you were reminded that your boyfriend was away on your anniversary. 

It had been a whole year since Joel first slept in your bed. Over that year there had been more nights that he'd slept there than anywhere else. He just sort of stayed. He'd been renting a place not too far from you while he worked there. When his lease was up, he moved what he had with him to your place. There was no fuss, just two people seamlessly blending their lives together. Like you had always been that way. Maybe you should have. 

The bad mood you were in seemed an ideal time to go over your regrets. If only you had stayed a year. Maybe you could have had a whole decade with Joel? Your brain huffed at you. Maybe it could have all gone to shit because you weren't grown yet, who knows?! 

The foul mood worsened when you couldn't get through to your favourite take out place on the phone.

"Fuck it." It was only four blocks away. The walk might do you good.

With your order in your hand you checked the time on your cell. A message had come through without you hearing it. It was from Joel.

I sent you a present. Let me know if you like it. 

The walk home seemed much shorter than the walk there. Your feet carried you like the wind. The alarm beeped steadily when you got home before you turned it off. Disappointment set in as you typed in Joel's birthday. Placing the takeout on the counter you crossed to the fridge to get a drink. Grabbing a soda, something caught your eye as it fell from the door when it swung open. It was a piece of paper with a handwritten note.

Your alarm is still shit.

The soda nearly fell from your hand as you were shoved into the counter. A body pressed into yours pinning you in place.

"Don't go trying to take a swing at me again." Dave breathed against the shell of your ear before biting down on the lobe. 

Your hands came down to brace yourself on the counter as he pulled up the skirt of your dress. He pushed the material over your hips exposing your ass to him. He grabbed a handful of it. The same hand then caught the soda can that fell from your grasp, the other one was already too busy peeling off the very expensive and very tiny underwear you had on.

"Did you wear these for me?" He grunted with the effort of tugging them down your legs.

"You're not worth the effort." You snarled at him.

A sharp sting spread across your scalp as Dave tugged your hair, bringing you tight to him. Blunt teeth found your shoulder and bit down. The pain coursed through you melding into pleasure at some point. Every nerve in your body sang. Every touch felt heightened. Even your own clothes on your skin were too much.

"Over a decade and you're still a brat. Someone should fuck that out of you." With his hips still pinning you and one hand pulling on your hair, Dave was able to keep you in place and use his free hand to take off his belt. The hand in your hair travelled to your mouth to pry it open. His thumb pushed roughly past your lips for leverage. As soon as there was enough space, he shoved his belt in there. 

"That should keep you quiet. Don't want the neighbours telling your boyfriend another man was making you scream his name." With that he brought his large palm down on the meat of your ass. A muffled shout left your mouth. "Come on, say it." Another smack. This one was harder and added to the sting already there. All you let out was a defiant groan. Another hit. "Say it." Another slap echoed. "Fucking scream it, bitch." 

Another hard hit of his hand, coupled with his words earn him it. "Dave!" Muffled but unmistakable.

"I knew you had it in you, screaming another man's name. You little cheating whore." As he spoke you chanced a look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were dark, even with the all back outfit, you could see the bulge of his cock straining to be freed. He looked feral and so goddamn good. "Don't move. I brought you a gift. Close your eyes." He almost sang the last bit.

Obeying him, you stood still. When he returned he kicked your legs apart. A dark chuckle left him when he saw the jewel nestled between your cheeks. "Poor Joel. It seems like you had quite the night planned for him. Oh well, his loss…"

The blunt tip of something pressed at your entrance. It slipped in easily with the slick gathered there. "Good girl. Take it so well."

The toy was fully seated inside you, held in place by your thighs, when Dave returned to pining you to the counter, his hips dropped his time so his hard cock pressed into the jewelled plug in your ass. He grinded his hips into you. "I can't wait to fill you with this cock. We've got work to do first though. Open your eyes." In his hand in front of you he held a small oval remote control. With one tap the toy inside you jerked to life. It started thrusting against your G-spot hard and fast. Once you were over the initial intrusion it made you come in no time. Your whole body curled in on the toy and the belt dropped from your mouth as you gasped. Dave tapped the remote to halt the tiny but powerful machine. "All that for a piece of plastic? All Joel's bragging, maybe you just come too easily. Is that it? You're such a little slut that you're permanently on the edge. It doesn't take much to push you over. Let's see if you have another one in you. The toy started up again this time Dave added a small vibrator, that he pulled from his pocket, to your clit. Moments later when your legs tensed, your toes curled and your vision blurred. Shakily you wiped the corner of your mouth as you whimpered. 

Dave only laughed. "See? Such a fucking horny slut. How many can you give me? Hmmm?" He ragged your hair again. Your head moved easily as all your muscles were completely softened by your release. 

Reaching between your legs he shoved the toy deeper. A whimper tore from your throat. "No more."

"What was that?" 

"I said no." You tried your best to stare him down. 

"So you're going to let me play with this pussy. Get me all worked up will all those pretty sounds, your moans, the wet sound of your pussy and say 'no'." He laughed before dragging you up on shaking legs. "You don't get to say no to me."

Throwing you face first onto the kitchen island he pressed your chest into it and started to grab your hands. 

"No!" You managed to pull them back for a second until he shoved the toy deeper again. As you cried out he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt. 

"Stay, fucking, still." The toy and the plug hit the floor you winced as each one was removed from your still clenched muscles. 

"Fuck. Look at how wet you got that thing. And you're going to try and deny me getting my cock that wet? Fucking tease. Do you want me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Two thick fingers pressed ever so slightly inside you. "Because it seems like you do." His thumb brushed circles over your pink hole.

"No. I don't." Your voice was more steady now.

"Well what kind of a man would I be if I fucked you now?" He chuckled. 

The air was thick and silent for a moment. Not a move was made until Dave rushed you. His hands pushed you down onto the counter, pinning you in place as he almost split you in two with his thick, solid cock. The two of you resembled wolves howling at the moon as he did so. The sounds of ecstasy fell from your lips as you practically drooled on the work top. Each thrust of his cock was magnified by how sensitive you were. 

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." He reminded you with another bite to your shoulder. 

"The word you used was 'defiant'. I'm being defiant of this little scenario right now." You panted as he still steadily thrusted.

"What if I told you that I gave that shit security system a little upgrade?" He grunted as he pushed deeper.

"What?"

"I installed a couple of cameras. There's one in your fake ficus over there."

Looking over to where he was talking about you could see the little round lens peeking over the rim of the pot. "You CIA motherfu…" You began to jerk away from him. 

Strong arms pinned you down. "Ex CIA." He slammed into you harder. "Feel like telling me 'no' now?"

"Fuck you!" You spat.

"Oh, yes." If possible Dave grew even harder inside of you. It made you even wetter, something you didn't think was possible.

"Is that what you like? Acting like the bad man, David?" His hips faulted for a second. A grin spread on your lips. "You are such a bad man. You took a barely eighteen year old girl and set up her sexual tastes for life. Do you know how many times I beg Joel to fuck my throat or degrade me? How many times he has to fuck me in my ass and fill me with his cum so I feel dirty? Do you know how many men I've let fuck me roughly? How many women? All chasing the high that you gave me when you first forced all of your cock inside me. Pinning me on it until I was hopelessly lost in pleasure. You've always been a bad man to me, Dave. And a fucking hot one." Dave's ego swelled with his cock as it pulsed wave after wave of cum inside you. He chanted your name as he did so.

Once he was spent, he collapsed over you. "Fuck. Me."

A giggle bubbled out of you; it was cut off with a hiss when he pulled out. "Wait here."

It was easy to follow that instruction. You doubted your legs could carry you anywhere else. You were vaguely aware of the microwave humming and beeping. When Dave returned he'd pulled a chair from the kitchen table with him. 

"Here." Gripping your waist he pulled you up to untie your hands. He then guided you down into lap. The smell of lavender caught your nose. A heat pack was set on his thigh as he pulled your ass onto it. "We'll get you cleaned up in a minute. I haven't finished with you yet. How do I always neglect these pretty tits?" His hand began to pull down your dress. 

"Dave." One of your hands stilled his, suddenly shy. His eyebrows furrowed. "It's been ten years, they might not be how you remembered."

Gently he carried on tugging until you were bare for him. "No. They're fucking prettier."

His tongue licked a strip from under your boob right up and over your nipple. He repeated the motion on the other side before blowing across them gently watching you shiver. In turn he sucked on each one until you shuddered with over sensitivity. He then kissed around them covering every inch as he did so he slipped his hand between your legs. His fingers rubbed gentle, slow circles on your clit. 

Dave had never treated you with such care. The tenderness of it alone lit something in you that fuelled a soft climax. Dave kissed you for the first time that night as you moaned. He pulled away to rest his forehead on yours. "Good girl." 

It was odd how you suddenly felt bare and vulnerable in front of Dave, given everything he'd done to you. You were driven to fill the silence with a question. "When did you become the king of aftercare? What made you so soft?" You teased.

"Since I became a grandpa I guess. Now I always offer a lady a tissue if I come inside."

"Ew." You snort-laughed at him. "How is Oliver?"

"He's great. Growing like a weed. The last time I saw him he was just learning to sit up."

"That's great, Dave. I'm happy for you. Like I said, you're a terrible human being but a great dad, and now grandpa."

Your phone chimed on the counter next to your long forgotten take out. 

Joel

Are you and grandpa quite finished?

You 

Are you watching us?

Joel

Dave has a lot of faults but I can't knock his security upgrades.

You 

Did you like what you saw?

A picture came through in reply. It was of Joel's spent cock cover in his cum. You licked your lips subconsciously.

You 

I guess you did.

Joel 

I know Dave did. My dirty girl has the best little cunt. Make sure he licks it out before he leaves. Show him what I get to have any time I want.

Dave's phone chimed. He read the message before saluting the camera with a sarcastic "Yes, Sir." A grin spread over his face "Let's get you cleaned up." You pulled you behind him. "There's no cameras upstairs." He tossed over his shoulder.

"What did your message say?"

"He told me to eat your pussy." He yawned.

"I'm glad to know you find the prospect of eating my pussy so exciting."

"I'm fifty-three years old. You're lucky that blowing my load that hard did lay me out for the night." 

"Fair enough. How about I ride your face instead?"

For his moaning about his age Dave still got it up again after a few minutes of you dragging your pussy over his lips, tongue and perfectly curved nose. Admittedly he didn't last long when you showed you how far your blow job technique had come and once he emptied himself down your throat he was out like a light. 

"Good night, Asshole." You pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him in the guestroom. Dave hadn't quite gotten you there before he came groaning against your folds. It only took a few pumps of your own fingers to finish you off. Taking out your phone you sent Joel a couple of pictures of the resulting mess clinging to your fingers and thighs. After a well needed shower you returned to find another photo from Joel. His softening cock covered in even more cum with the caption 'Happy Anniversary, Darlin'.'

Series tag: @popcornforone @myrealmofchaos @casa-boiardi

Dave York tag: @movievillainess721

[vinniehackedmyheart]

You’re the exception - Vinnie Hacker Imagine.

summary: vinnie hates everyone but you

warnings: cursing, based on a scene in the Hype House on Netflix.

requested: no

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You were sat around the kitchen counter with Mia and Thomas discussing new things for the house and how you can help, preferring to stay on their good side and film a few tiktok’s instead of doing nothing like certain people.

“I think we should go to one of those anger rooms that were a big thing a few months ago? That would be a fun thing we could do with everyone and the fans would love it” you say to the couple with a pen clutched between your fingers and a notepad between your elbows as you lean on the cool marble counter top.

Thomas scratches his chin in thought for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. “That would be quite fun actually, we can rent out a place for an hour or two and film a few tiktok’s as well as some youtube content.

“Get good click bait with it too” Thomas jokes at the end but his smile is wiped from his face when he sees the scowl you give him.

“i’ve always wanted to do that too and it’s something everyone would be interest in, like obviously we know the boys would and Kouvr too. Vinnie in particular might enjoy this more.” Mia says in thought and you smile slightly at the thought of Vinnie.

He and you have a really close bond, the both of you choosing to stay out of drama and youtube click bait. You share interests a lot and you both aren’t too keen on social media, not to mention you also love cats. So, no one would be surprised if you admitted to your feelings for him, but no one can know.

You feel bad for him recently as people in house won’t leave him alone for not leaving his room but you guess it can’t be too easy for him, given his fan base their isn’t much content that they will appeal to.

“Yeah exactly, it will be good for him to blow off some steam” you say.

“for all of us” Mia raises her eyebrows suggestively and you laugh slightly, referring to the recent drama with thomas and chase.

“who to blow off steam?” Michael says as he walks in.

you secretly roll your eyes at his voice, fed up with him for his comments made about your best friend last night.

“so writing that down?” you question thomas, choosing to ignore the arrogant male a few metres away from you.

“writing that down” the brunette affirms and you click your pen before adding your idea to the list.

Michael reaches into the fridge to pull out some juice before resting against the counter.

Thomas and him converse for a few moments while you rub your temples trying to brainstorm content for the house but also your tiktok, before you all hear some footsteps.

The people in the room go slightly quite as they wait for the arrival before sharing greetings with the man himself, Vinnie Hacker.

You smile sweetly at him and he goes to smile at you back before Michael pipes up from his spot.

“Oh look who’s come out of their room” He chastises to which causes a pretty furrow to nestle between your best friends eyebrows.

“What the f@ck is that supposed to mean?” Vinnie says throwing his hands up stiffly into a half shrug.

“Well you just aren’t out with us a lot man” Michael says, his voice still laced with self-entitlement to which you cringe at. “

“I heard about last nights dinner, no clue why you had to whine about me to everyone else instead of just not being a little bitch and saying it to my face?”

Vinnie says condescendingly, making you smile secretly.

You becoming proud of him for sticking up for himself now instead of being to quiet humble guy you love in the corner trying to keep peace all the time.

“You just aren’t here man whenever we ask you to be in tiktoks with us you bring that denial every time” Michael says, still not backing down.

“and with that attitude you wonder why? I’m f@cking pissed bro” Vinnie says before turning around and walking away.

“Vinnie-” Thomas starts but Vin sticks his middle finger up and carries on.

Everyone stays silent for a moment before you interrupt.

“i’m going to go and see if he’s alright” you say sharply, scowling at Michael as you briskly walk out.

You continue up the stairs of the mansion and down a few corridors before coming around Vinnies closed door.

You gather yourself for a moment before knocking a few times and stepping back.

All you hear is silence.

“Vin it’s me, may i come in?” you say hoping he changes his mind and let’s you enter once he knows it’s you.

Of course Vinnie recognises your voice and gets up from his slumped position on his bed to open the door for you.

You release a nervous breath of relief when he opens it and you immediately feel intoxicated my his strong cologne.

You stay quiet as you enter the room before shutting his bedroom door as he goes back to his position of lying face first on his bed, he head turned to the side to watch you.“i’m sorry” you say leaning back on your arm so you are slightly closer to him.

“perhaps i should’nt of told you what” you start but vinnie cuts you off, stretching his arm out to tap your hand that’s the closest to him.

You walk over and take a seat on the corner of his bed, slightly apprehensive on where you stand, literally and figuratively.

You are usually in his room keeping each other comfortable in the house but never when he’s been angry like this.

“no you should have, i’m glad you did. It shows someone has my back in here” he says in his deep, grumbling voice as he rubs his finger back and force over the back of your hand making your stomach erupt subtly with warmth.

“Always Vin, you know that” you say matching his quiet tone.

He stays silent for a moment before beckoning you over to him with a pat on the space of the bed next to him. “come here”.

You move yourself so you are lying on your back, your face turner to look at him as he rolls onto his side with an elbow holding his face up and an arm just a few inches from your waist.

“You know if you ever need me to be with you when you don’t want to display your feelings, unlike me, then you can just ask. I’m always here for you” he says after a moment of silence just staring at your face adoringly.

“i know” you whisper, feeling so comfortable now that you don’t feel the need to talk loudly.

he smiles before lifting his free hand and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I appreciate you always helping me when i’m feeling like this you know, i don’t think i tell you how much it means to me to have someone like you in this house enough” he whispers back to you.

you mull over his words for a few moments in your head before rolling onto your side to face him, his hand moving to cup the cheek that isn’t in one of his pillows.

He holds you so gently. “me too” you say to him, leaning into his warm embrace.

he stares at your eyes before they drift to your lips, which are now open with a slight inaudible gasp.

he rubs your cheek with his thumb softly. “may i kiss you?” he says gently making you want to kiss him a million times over his face.

“please” you mumble with a soft laugh which he reciprocates before leaving in and kissing you so softly it almost makes you want to cry.

When he pulls away the both of you have to biggest smiles on your faces as your eyes meet.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long now” he says making you nod in agreement before settling in his open arms.

You let your breathing even out as he presses gentle kisses to your head as he hold you close to him, thankful he can finally show his appreciation for you in the way he’s always wanted to.

-

hey!! that was my first imagine so let me know how it was!! my requests are open and please reblog <3

[potatomountain]

Bet Gone Right?

How about a one shot I did a bit ago that had been requested?

pairing: Ateez Mingi/Wooyoung/Jongho and reader

A game night bet turned into being shared??

Warnings/labels: smut, all three at once, face f*cking, bratty Woo, boyfriend Mingi. Shy but rough Jongho Unprotected sex [always wrap it up kids]

What started off as a simple game night playing some competitive games turned into a much more competitive game and I seemed to be the prize. I hadn’t been winning anyways, but Mingi and Wooyouong had both been taking the game seriously, both fighting for first. Jongho, who had reluctantly gotten dragged into this, was forever in last place as he barely tried- that didn’t make my second to last place position any better.

“Come on, I’ll be fine if I’m in last place.” I nudged his side with my elbow, the two sitting on the ground before us oblivious to Jongho and I on the couch. I had all but given up on even playing from the moment Mingi had stopped leaning against my legs and technically both Jongho and I both had been knocked out of the arena on super smash bros this round.

Mingi and Wooyoung were still battling it out, the screen shaking from their antics and the room full of their shouts and curses at each other. I didn’t know where the other members had gone, they usually left us alone whenever I was over since Mingi and I started dating. That was a story for a whole other time.

I usually enjoyed these game nights, but tonight, both Mingi and Wooyoung seemed much more competitive ever since Wooyoung had made a comment of earning a kiss from me if he came in first place. Neither had even asked for my thoughts on the spontaneous bet, but I don’t think I would have actually protested.

I had been ot8 long before Mingi and I had been a thing, and to be fair, no matter how much of a slut it made me feel, I would give myself to any of them if they asked. And, well, Mingi was okay with it. Not that I had ever told them that- so when the subject was brought up no protests were heard from me.

I had a feeling Jongho knew that, but didn’t comment. After a moment of silence he finally replied, although I had expected him not to. “But if I try, and win- I’d get the kiss.” I figured he just didn’t want to, which was normal, but from the way his cheeks tinged red I doubted that train of thought.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Really, I didn’t think I’d be kissing anyone but Mingi-”

“NO!” Wooyoung let out a loud yelp as he tossed the controller down, having lost. “I want to kiss her, no fair! You said so Hyung.” He pouted over at Mingi who wore a triumphant grin. “Fine, one more, but this time if I win, I want to do a lot more than kiss her.”

I froze up, eyes wide as I looked between the two. Wooyoung seemed serious about this, that alone was enough to throw me for a loop- but Mingi nodded, his expression just as serious.

I shot forward, gripping Mingi’s shoulder to turn him towards me. “What are you doing? Are you serious?”

His lips spread slowly into a sly smirk, reaching up and placing his hand over mine, completely enveloping it. “If I’m going to share you with anyone it’s going to be with my members- I trust no one more.” He leaned back, pulling my hand down to rest against his chest. “Besides, I know what you read, you want to don’t you?”

I wondered if my face was as red as the red solo cups laying about, giving my answer without speaking; not like I could form a proper sound let alone a whole sentence.

His grin widened, Wooyoung cheered, both turning to the game.

It had gone from just a kiss to… more? How much more of myself would Wooyoung want? How much was Mingi willing to share?

As the round started up, I was further shocked at how quickly both Wooyoung and Mingi were thrown over the edge by Jongho- who had sat up next to me and seemed as flustered as I was. Now I really doubted his intentions and feelings- Jongho didn’t like doing stuff like that right? And he wouldn’t want to… with me… right?

Mingi groaned in desperation as he fought to stay on the platform. I was already long dead, not having been able to pay attention as I was still reeling from the shock. There was absolutely no way that- “I’m sorry, are you three serious? You all want to do… intimate things with me?” Just saying it like that was enough to burn my throat with embarrassment. Sure I read and day dreamed about those things with the others but the possibility of it actually happening was too far fetched to grasp.

Hell I was still surprised I managed to somehow get my sweet and spicy Mingi.

“Of course- I was kinda sad Mingi got you first.” Wooyoung replied without looking  back, focused solely on trying to win me, the prize. But, Jongho was putting up a good fight.

“And Jongho?” I turned to him, hoping he could explain himself a little.

“Yep, never thought he would admit to it though.” I gawked at how nonchalant Mingi said that.

Moments passed in utter silence but heavy tension, and it seemed like any of them could win now.

It was Wooyoung that managed to survive, Mingi and Jongho effectively taking each other out. Woo jumped up, throwing his controller again but this time in celebration as he jumped around screaming “Woo-hoo” and rubbing it in Mingi’s face. Despite how laid back Mingi has seemed about sharing me, he seemed plenty pissed off at Woo’s cheers.

I almost- almost- missed Jongho’s shoulders slump in disappointment and the way he shifted away from me. My chest felt tight, and before I knew it I was reaching out and taking his hand in mine. “Wait- nothing gets done without my say.” His eyes flickered from our hands up to my face in obvious confusion, but I didn’t shy away. “You’re all winners in my book.”

“You’re just saying that because you want all of us.” Woo teased but he wasn’t wrong. “As long as I get my sweet sweet kiss-”

“Are you sure?” Mingi’s hand rested on my thigh, our eyes locking when I turned to him. I expected some sort of betrayal or hurt or pain in his features, but I was only met with adoration and concern- for me.

I nodded. “As long as everyone is aware that you are still the one I love, then yes.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his forehead, then down to his nose before the final destination of his lips. When I pulled away he was grinning.

I didn’t get a chance to say much more before I was being pulled to my feet and spun around in Wooyoung’s arms. “I don’t want to compete with Mingi for that, I know you still love us.” Well yes but if you add in the desire and lust… didn’t that make it the same as my love for Mingi?

Now that- that was a thought to process for another day. Right now was an opportunity my whole body was aching to have and I knew passing it up would be a big regret of mine.

I giggled as Wooyoung began to shower every inch of my face with kisses; my eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin and jaw until finally they were against my lips. They were soft, gentle, but before I could give into the hints of more I was pulled back against a familiar chest. Mingi wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my head.

I tilted my head back as much as he would allow, looking up through my lashes. He was pouting, but eyes were on Wooyoung who was grinning from ear to ear like an idiot in love. “Mingi? Baby?”

“How far are you wanting to go?” It seemed he still had a few reservations, although I was just shocked he really was  going through such a bet.

“As far as she wants.”

“And how far is that?” He looked down at me, eyes softer than when they were on Wooyoung.

I shrugged. “I don’t think I’d want to go all the way- not with how sudden this is but…” I blushed, trying to think of what I would really want to do with Wooyoung. He was such a brat, an adorable brat but still a brat- I didn’t think anyone in this room was more of a dom than Mingi so having one in such a way seemed pointless?

Wooyoung waited for me to finish my statement, rocking on his heels as Mingi’s hands ran over my sides. I still hadn’t come up with a decision when Jongho got up, drawing our attention.

“I’m going to head to my room then while you all- do whatever it is you want.” But like before, my hand reached out to grab his, stopping him from taking another step. “What? I didn’t win-”

“I said you’re all winners in my book-” Despite how increasingly flustered I was getting, I pushed through, eyes falling to his hands- hands I had daydreamed about a little too much. “That means you too Jongho. Stay?”

He was hesitant, the three of them sharing looks I couldn’t describe as they processed my request. This was the last moment to make a final decision, even if any of them could back out at any time. As the silence dragged on, I was getting worried they decided it wasn’t worth it. “If you don’t want to-”

“No! No I-” Jongho took my hands in his, staring as he interlocked our fingers. “Do we have to… in front of each other?”

I didn’t think about that- Was Mingi going to watch? Would I be able to enjoy them alone?

Mingi seemed to decide for me. “I’m not letting you guys touch her without me.” He lowered his head to my neck, biting softly on the flesh up to my ear while keeping eye contact with the members. “I want her to always remember who loves her most.”

I didn’t get a chance to speak up before both were nodding in agreement. They were okay with that? What? Half of this night I could barely keep up with what was going on, and I was still left confused as Wooyoung stepped closer and brought his lips to mine once more, cupping the side of my neck to hold me still as Mingi claimed the other with his lips. I felt Jongho’s hold on my hand tighten, giving a slight tug. I didn’t want to forget about him, yet it was hard not to give Wooyoung’s soft lips and Mingi’s possessive bites all my attention.

I still wasn’t sure how this was going to go, especially now that Mingi had demanded to be present, yet again Mingi seemed to have some ideas. “You can use your hands and mouth baby girl, I want this-” He gripped my hips and ground them back against him, the height difference pressing him into my back. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the idea of sharing me was excited him quite a bit-

Of course I never thought he would be willing to share me at all so apparently I didn't know him as much as I thought.

Wooyoung pulled his lips away, a sweet mischievous smile playing on his lips as he ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Your hand or mouth is more than I can ask for now- please?”

I glanced at Jongho to see him staring at our hands still with bright cheeks. “Only if you want-”

I quickly nodded, feeling a bit more confident at their affections. “You two… can you sit down on the couch… pants off?” While Wooyoung grinned, Jongho just seemed even more flustered.

“And me?” Mingi nibbled on my ear, his hands sliding up my shirt and needing no directions.

“Take me as you always do if you want.” Just the idea of it had me a blushing mess even more so than Jongho, the maknae following Wooyoung’s example but at a slower pace. Woo seemed to be in a rush at how quickly he kicked his pants off, black briefs tight over the growing bulge as he sat down.

My eyes were on Jongho as Mingi pulled my shirt above my head, his hands becoming a bit more needy as they pulled the bra off and down my shoulders. I couldn’t think about anything else as I took in Woo and Jongho’s reactions to Mingi’s actions- they both showed their excitement in their own ways.

I thought one idol adoring my body was a hell of a confident boost… but three? The confidence was almost enough to wash away the embarrassment- almost. To be bare chested in front of two friends and while being fondled by my boyfriend was quite an embarrassing, but exciting, situation.

As Jongho finally sat down on the loveseat with his pants kicked aside, Wooyoung was already enjoying the show, his hand rubbing the tent in his briefs and biting down on his lip. I wondered if he normally would be this obedient and decided probably not. But Jongho? Staring so intently at Mingi’s hands cupping my breasts with obvious labored breathing and his hands clenched at his sides? Before Mingi slid a hand down the front of my pants I was already wet, his  finger brushing against the slick and resulting in a deep rumble through his chest and against my ear.

“So wet already baby girl?” He mumbled against my flesh, deciding not to be patient as the lone finger pushed its way up into me.

“Mingiiii- don’t leave us hanging.” Wooyoung groaned, his eyes on my pants, no doubt wanting to see what Mingi was doing behind the fabric.

“Sh-shouldn’t Jongho get a kiss too?” The words came out as a breathless whisper, my lidded gaze focused on the quiet yet tense man. I wanted to know how his lips tasted too.

“Of course, you get what you want.” Mingi pulled his finger out and up to his mouth, licking it clean as he guided me over to Jongho, bending me over unexpectedly and nearly resulting in my head hitting Jongho’s. His breath hitched, eyes a bit wide as they met mine and for a small moment it was just us two.

“Jongho…” our eyes fell to each other's lips, and surprisingly he moved first. His hand reached up and slid over my neck into the hair on the nape of my neck, tugging it softly to bring me the short distance closer. I never expected his lips to be so hungry on mine, but I didn’t mind at all- in fact it was quite the turn on to know shy Jongho could kiss like this.

My eyes fell shut and I found myself lost in the taste of his lips, opening my mouth to him when his tongue asked for entrance. While Mingi worked my pants off roughly, I didn’t want to just take all that they were giving me, I wanted to give back too. So my hands moved from Jongho’s thighs up to grab the waistband of the briefs, pulling them down to expose him fully. I wanted to take a look but not at the expense of pulling my lips from his.

“Wow Jongho, I think you’re thicker than I am.” Wooyoung’s voice pulled me away, my curiosity getting the better of me as I looked down to see Jongho hard and ready- and thick as Wooyoung had so graciously pointed out. I ran my fingers along the base, marveling at how it twitched from the simple touch and Jongho’s grip tightening on my hair in response. “Mm, me too please-” Wooyoung took my other hand and brought it to his boxers, placing my palm on a damp spot over the bulge. “Touch me like that.”

His whines were so adorable I couldn’t refuse, palming him through the fabric as my thumb ran over Jongho’s tip. I marveled at this entire situation, the two of them each in my hand and seemingly eager for more as Mingi had me stepping out of both my pants and underwear to leave me bare before them.

“Ah I can’t believe this is happening, you look so beautiful you know.” Woo mumbled around a gasp as I pulled his briefs down, exposing him as well. I marveled at the slight difference in size but really I was eager to have a taste of both, licking my lips at the thought. I didn’t have a moment to speak up my whims before I felt Mingi’s fingers spreading me wide and two being pushed in.

I let out a whimper, my head falling forward to rest on Jongho’s shoulder to steady myself from the sudden flow of pleasure filling my veins.  I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself up and stroke them both like this soon, so I debated on just which of them I wanted a taste first. The obvious decision was Jongho.

With a kiss to his neck I lowered my head further, my hair falling around me but Jongho was quick to catch the strands and hold them out of my face. “What are you-” All questions were paused when my tongue ran across his tip, looking up through my fringe to gauge his reaction. His lips parting like that, the way his eyes were so heated despite being half lidded and locked on mine.

I realized I wanted to see him fall apart.

Wooyoung whined as he watched my tongue run around and then down the length of him. How I managed to focus on the task at hand while Mingi’s skilled fingers curled and pumped into me from behind was a mystery, but as I took more of Jongho between my lips, Mingi hit just the right spot to have my moans vibrating around Jongho’s shaft.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to focus on both of them with Mingi intent on driving me crazy like this, but I tried. As my mouth took more of Jongho and I reveled in the way his breath hitched, I glanced over at Wooyoung as my hand wrapped around him, using the bit of pre that had leaked out to lube him up. Eager to help, he brought my hand up to his mouth and supplied me with ample spit to do the job before wrapping it around himself and guiding me. I thanked him with a glance, but his gaze was locked on our hands moving along his cock.

It gave me the idea that I didn’t need to necessarily focus on them, just let them use me as they wanted. I pulled my lips off of Jongho just as Mingi brought his thumb to rub my clit, resulting in me bucking forward. He gripped my hips to keep it from happening again, muttering for me to stay put.

I nodded, looking up to take in Jongho and Wooyoung’s reactions before looking over my shoulder to lock gazes with Mingi. “I don’t want to be teased any more Mingi baby, please use me.” I stopped my hand to get Wooyoung’s attention, a pout on his lips. “Use me too Woo- Jongho-” Finally I looked up at Jongho, his gaze expectant. “You have my head in your hands, use my mouth as you want, I want you to come undone.”

With deepening red cheeks, he nodded, and the moment I opened my lips around his head again, he used me as he wished. I was reeling from the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes as I expected another harsh thrust, but he seemed to notice my discomfort and held back slightly. 

But Woo? Mingi? They were relentless. Woo had turned his body and held my hand in his, I could feel his gaze as he set the tempo, hips thrusting up to meet each stroke. And Mingi had wasted so little time before bottoming out inside of me, his fingers digging into my hips as he froze for only a second to let my walls relax before he set a tempo much similar to Woo and Jongho.

I felt blindsided by the overwhelming sensations and sounds. Woo was noisy in a delicious way, his whimpers and whines of my name falling off those soft lips. Jongho seemed to struggle not to bury his full length into my mouth with each hesitant thrust, but Mingi remedied that. “She can handle more, go ahead.” I felt Jongho hitting the back of my throat a bit roughly and he continued with that pace. I focused on breathing through my nose, my knees falling to the floor as Mingi pushed me down and followed along.

I was practically bouncing between their two cocks while Woo whined that he only got my hand.

“Be lucky you get that.” Mingi grunted out, using the force of his thrusts to push me to meet Jongho’s. I barely noticed at first when Jongho’s own grip and thrusts became frantic and a bit unhinged, his hips lifting to meet my mouth and pants heavier and bordering on moans. I thought Woo’s had been absolute music, but Jongho’s was perhaps my newest favorite sound.

“Hyung- I’m going to- ah-”

A few thrusts later and his hips snapped up to meet my mouth, coating the back of my throat which I believed he had been given permission to do from Mingi. I had already been pushed so close to my own release that feeling Jongho in my mouth like this had sent me into sweet bliss. Mingi let out a deep grunt as I tightened around him and I barely noticed his breathing seemed to be even more erratic.

I couldn’t focus on my love for long, not with bliss flowing through me in waves that hand me moaning even with a mouth full of cock and cum. Wooyoung whined out, pumping himself with my hand still but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him. “Me next- me next please-”

Jongho’s hand suddenly loosened and he dropped his hips, panting beneath me as my mouth was finally free. It felt empty. Swallowing, I quickly turned my head and took the full length of Wooyoung into my mouth as he had begged. His loud moan filled the room, moving our hands to my hair as just like Jongho he held my head still as he thrust into my throat. “Fuck- so good. So so good- No fair Hyung, you get this all to yourself-”

At Woo’s whiny moans, Mingi responded by lifting my hips just right to hit deeper inside me, causing me to cry out around Wooyoung who yelped in response. “T-too good- I-I don’t want to come yet.” But yet with the way Mingi was fucking me onto him, he had every intention for Woo to come before him, even though I could feel Mingi’s trembling hands indicating he was already so close.

With all the sensations and overstimulation on both ends, I was surprised to feel Jongho’s hand run along the back of my shoulders and then down my spine gently. Funny how that was the one touch that had me tightening around Mingi once more and overcome with sweet ecstasy. 

Wooyoung came first, cradling my head in his hands as his hips twitched with his release, pooling it onto my tongue and thrusting it down my throat. No sooner had Wooyoung collapsed back onto the couch had Mingi pulled out, gripping my hips still as he spilled his warmth all along my lower back.

I seemed to be the last to come down from the high despite my legs still trembling as I fell forward against the couch between Wooyoung and Jongho. Wooyoung was panting heavily, watching me with the same mischievous grin from earlier as Mingi stood up to go somewhere- I suspect to grab a towel. I swallowed what was left in my mouth, my head resting on the cushion as I shut my eyes, shivering at Jongho’s light touches.

“I want a taste.” Woo leaned over me, gripping me by the chin to hold me up enough to crash his lips against mine. I was still reeling and let his tongue in, moaning at the feeling of him exploring my mouth. He still was when Mingi came back, a warm damp towel cleaning up the mess he had made of me.

With a soft moan Wooyoung pulled away and looked at my boyfriend. “I want to fuck her next time.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“She’s mine.”

“But you just let us-”

The two continued to go back and forth but I tuned them out as I rested my head back on the cushion, feeling Wooyoung’s weight shift off the loveseat a moment later. Jongho’s hand on my back continued to run along the soft trail he had mapped out, easing tension there I hadn’t realized I had. “Jongho-”

“Hm?”

“That feels really nice-”

A soft chuckle was my only response before his hand pulled away. I opened my eyes to look up at him, watching him tuck himself back into his boxers before reaching for me and picking me up with ease. He pulled me onto his lap, knee on either side of his hips and chest to chest. He continued running his hands over my back, gently massaging as my head rested on his shoulder.

I didn’t realize just how tired I was until I relaxed in his embrace like this. “Jongho?”

“Hm?”

“Did you like it?” I turned my head just enough to look up at his expression, watching the apples of his cheeks darken once more.

“I did- I didn’t hurt you did I?” 

I smiled at his concern, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “I enjoyed it very much.”

“See! We should do it more!” Wooyoung’s sudden voice right behind me startled me, eyes going a bit wide as I looked back to see both he and Mingi dressed as if nothing had happened. “Come on- don’t you love us? Love me?” He pouted up to the taller man, tugging on his shirt.

Instead of answering Wooyoung, Mingi locked eyes with me, noticing how tired I was. “I will talk with her about it.” He moved around Wooyoung and easily picked me up out of Jongho’s embrace. I let out a soft whine, glancing down a bit sullen to be pulled from Jongho so soon- I was enjoying the cuddles. Mingi sighed at my response, setting me on my feet to put my shirt back on over me, the rest of my clothes tucked under his arm. As if to remind me and the other two, Mingi brought his lips to mine in a slow sensual kiss that clearly claimed me as his.

Wooyoung scoffed, plopping down on the couch next to Jongho, but he didn’t say anything else on the matter. When Mingi pulled away he picked me up to cradle me against his chest, looking down at the others. “I’m taking her to bed.”

Once we were alone back in his room, he laid me gently on the bed and crawled over top of me. “We can talk about tonight once I stop being so jealous.”

“But then why?”

“Because they are as important to me as you are- No more questions, tell me you love me.”

“I love you MIngi.” I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down in an embrace. “You will always be special to me.”

He grumbled against my neck happily, arms slipping beneath me and hugged me tightly against him. “I love you too. I want to hold you like this all night, can I?” After my nod he rolled us onto our sides, pulling the blanket over my bottom half and staring down at me. “That’s my girl.”

I was out like a light in minutes, comfortable in his warm embrace.

[amimimi]

sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍‍♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

[rina-writes]

hey! would you be willing to write some angst with Jack? like they have a big fight or something but make up in the end. idk I just want drama tbh😂 (if you’re not inspired, feel free to leave this unasked!)

Ooooh. Since I wrote Mistakes, I haven't written Jack angst and I kinda miss it. Hope this is good drama, anon hahaha

Too Far

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of infidelity, crying, yelling/arguing, mentions of non-consensual touching (marked with tw), fluffy towards the end (I promise)

The room was still for a moment.  It was as though someone had waved a magic wand and frozen you both in-place.  Jack was sitting on the couch, staring down at his shoes, his fingers entangled in his curly locks, and his head hung low.  You were standing in front of the television, holding up your phone like a prosecutor showing evidence in front of the jury.  Your brows were furrowed. Your face was tight with emotion. You felt like tears were going to fall if you exhaled, so you stood there like a statue.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Jack said, finally looking up at you.

His head was tilted up in your direction, but he was still hunched over. His elbows pressed in to his thighs with his hands wide open.  His blue eyes looked tired. His jaw was set in annoyance.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What?” Your voice came out hard, it sounded less like a question and more like a threat.

“You obviously have it all figured out.” He made an S shape in the air with one of his hands in your direction. “You seem to think you know everything so, I don’t understand what I’m supposed to f*cking say to you.”

“Don’t swear at me.” You said, pointing a finger at him with your free hand.

“Don’t change the f*cking subject.” Jack raised his voice slightly. “That’s your little tactic right? You start piling sh!t on to make it a bigger case instead of saying what you really want. ‘Don’t swear at me.’ ‘Look me in the eyes.’ ‘Don’t walk away from me.’ All that before you turn around and do the same damn thing to me.”

Jack used a higher pitched voice to imitate you. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at being called out.  It only made your heartbeat faster and boil the anger inside of you.

“You want me to say it? I’ll f*cking say it then.” You walked closer to him and put the phone in his face.  Jack pulled back slightly, his eyes staring at the phone with little focus. 

“The next time I get a DM like this from a girl, I’m sending both you and her down a freaking river.” You said, darkness in your voice. “I don’t give a damn if you didn’t actually f*ck her, but letting her take a damn picture touching your crotch is disrespectful to me and your damn self.”

You cringed thinking about the photo again. The image of the woman with her manicured hand on top of Jack’s crotch, his tongue sticking out playfully as they posed for a selfie was burned into your mind.  She made sure to lift the camera high enough to show off the top of her bikini as she and Jack laid on the poolside, the set for his recent music video.  You swore for his sake that the actual music video didn’t show anything more intimate. 

“It was just a joke.” Jack said, looking at you. “Back in the day, you would have found this funny.”

“That was before I had to defend myself online from a bunch of insta-famous girls who think we are the same because you are entertaining their little games.” You shook your head. “Why would you think this was okay?  I know we’re not public public, but everybody in our circles know that we’re together. Besides, fans are starting to piece it together since I go to your shows and stuff. Why would you pose with her like this and humiliate me?”

“You’re only mad about it because she’s an influencer.  If it was a fan you would have been liking their posts on your finsta. Hyping them up and sh!t.” Jack talked with his hands more when he was angry. His arms were extending all around as he pointed from here to there.  You stepped back.

“An influencer who looks god damn like me, you mean!” You argued. “She sent it to me saying, ‘lol people told me they thought it was you.’ Yeah because you were grabbing my man’s dick, bitch.”

You closed your eyes.  You weren’t mad at her. It was not her who was to set boundaries, it was Jack. You opened your eyes and glared at him.

“We’ve talked about this.  I know you’re flirty by nature, but do you not have limits? Why did you think this was okay?” You repeated your question from earlier.

Jack stared at you in a way that you never saw directly before. You saw him stare at other people like that, usually on your behalf.  When guys would hit on you, his eyes would meet theirs before he would say something that ended the whole exchange.  Despite recognizing the look, you couldn’t even gear up for what he was about to say.

“Because she has a boyfriend.” HIs blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “And she’s very loyal to him.”

You felt like a bullet went through your chest.  He didn’t have to say it. This argument. Your trust issues. His tiredness. They were all because you cheated on your last ex with Jack. All roads led back there in your head, but you didn’t think he thought about it too. Tears stung your eyes, your heart bursting with shame and anger.  How dare he? How dare he bring up the one thing you hated yourself for the most?

You didn’t even respond. You tossed your phone at him. It hit him in the chest and made a loud sound as it bounced and fell into his lap.  Jack closed his eyes as if almost welcoming the impact. He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at you anymore. You saw a hint of regret in his features, but once again he was frozen in-place.  

You turned on your heels and made a bee-line for the bathroom in his bedroom.  Even though his housemates had left at the smell of a fight brewing between the two of you, you didn’t want to risk going into the main bathroom for your breakdown.

You closed the door and locked it. You turned on the water in the sink to make some background noise. You slumped to the floor, back against the door and cried.  You let out loud wails as you kept crying.  You knew it was you who was blowing out of proportion.  But, you knew why. You knew firsthand what the charm of Jack Harlow had on a girl.  You and your ex were on the outs when you and Jack met. You hadn’t pull the trigger on the breakup.  Every day you told yourself that today would be the day. It was easier said then done.  You had been with your ex for so long, you didn’t know what would be the appropriate way of ending such a relationship.

You met Jack through a mutual friend and hit it off.  It was lowkey party so, Jack was by far the most famous person there.  But he was so down-to-earth and easy to talk to that you found yourself chatting with him for most of the night. Halfway through your conversation, you told him you had a boyfriend and he asked for how long.  You told him it had been three years and he whistled.

“Y’all probably getting married soon then.”

“No, he’s...he hasn’t really talked about future plans”

Jack had looked you up and down before shaking his head. “If I were him, I’d make sure every guy knew you were mine.  Especially looking like this. He’s fumbling the bag, for real.”

The rest was history. You flirted with Jack on the DL. You didn’t tell anyone, not even your best friends.  You would delete your text messages and never met in person. You felt racked with guilt, but you felt addicted to him.  It seemed he couldn’t get enough of you either.

Until one day you did, by accident.  You ran into each other at a restaurant. He was with his friends and you were with yours, so there was no reason for you to say more than a courtesy hello.  You made that clear to Jack, and he accepted it, making you want him more.  You told yourself that this was a sign you needed to break up with your ex.  You would do it when you got home tonight.  You just had to resist Jack for the rest of the evening.

But, Jack looked so good. The restaurant was casual so, he was wearing dark jeans and a fitted white tee. He had on a sky blue hoodie that made his eyes pop.  Watching him joke around with his friends and be the life of the party captured your attention.  Despite your best efforts, you ended up making out with him outside. You had went out for some fresh air and there he was, doing the same. It was a moment of weakness, passion, and intoxication.

Your ex hadn’t planned to be there at all. He never liked hanging out with your friends. But, because you got drunk, one of your friends called him to make sure you got home safely. Which you would’ve appreciated if you weren’t tongue deep in another guy.

Your ex was shocked, as anyone would be. This was outside of your character. You were the good girl. Never cheated on a test, let alone a man.  Your ex wasn’t mad and, to his small credit, he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He didn’t threaten to tell anyone and confessed to cheating on you as well.  But your ex’s parting words haunted you.

“I know I wasn’t a good boyfriend to you this past year. I don’t blame you for having wandering eyes, because I did too.  But, I would be careful of dedicating another three years of your life to a dude who is willing to seduce a taken woman.”

At two and a half years strong with Jack, you felt like you were looking for something to crumble. You would deserve it.  If karma existed it mean that someone else would be the one to get Jack to cheat on you.  These past few months had been painful.  You were suspicious of everything.  Jack let you know his passwords and you abused it. Constantly going through texts, DMs, emails, and phone records.  You would pick fights about everything.  At first, Jack was apologetic. He would admit that he didn’t think what he said/did was bad at the time, but he could see it from your point of view.  But this week, he started arguing back.  Maybe it was the stress of work or the fact that he was tired of being painted as the bad guy.  But, this blow up was a long time coming.

“Y/N?” Jack’s voice startled you.

You didn’t hear when he had come by the door.  By the sound of his voice, you guessed he was sitting outside the door.  Chances are you were back to back.  You stood up and turned off the water after splashing your face a few times.  You dried you skin, sniffling, and then took back your seat.

“That was underhanded of me.” Jack confessed, his voice coming out sad and soft through the door. “I’m sorry.  I know how much the beginnings of our relationship messed you up. And I hate that you blame yourself for it when it was definitely me--”

“It was me that messed up, Jack.” You said, cutting him off. “Then and now.”

You let out a shaky breath.  You continued to speak. “My therapist says that hurt people hurt people.  She said my lashing out is because I-I think I’m a bad person so, I assume other people are bad people too.  I keep thinking you’re going to leave me when you find the next best thing. And worst is, I think I deserve to be left.”

“I don’t want to leave you.” Jack’s voice was louder, he was clearly facing the door. “Look, I’m not the kind of guy who breaks up a relationship.  That was not something in my character anymore than it was in yours. But, I believe that we were right for each other and that’s why we couldn’t keep away.  Should I have waited? Yes. Should you have broken up with your ex first? Yes. But, you and me, together, have grown from that. We promised each other, didn’t we? That we would be better people and not hurt each other?”

He was right.  You went down a spiral after getting caught by your ex. You started seeing your current therapist who helped you grow from the experience. That included coming clean to those who were close to you to relieve the guilt. It was hard seeing how people looked at you differently--or at least, that’s how you perceived it.  You spent time re-building those relationships.  You also spent time with yourself to understand more about who you are and what you wanted to get  out of all this. 

And Jack waited patiently for you.  Because he wanted to be with you and the fact that his desire of caused your pain made him feel terrible.  Why did you think that Jack would do all that just to hurt you again?

“Open the door, baby...” Jack’s voice cooed.

You opened the door and he stood there arms opened. He held you tightly as you sobbed into his white t-shirt. He held you close as he patted your head, whispering words of assurance in your ears.

TW: reference to non-consensual touching

“I’m sorry, baby.” Jack said. “During the video shoot, I was caught up in the moment.  She said she wanted to snap a photo for her cameo and I thought it would be fine.  When she suddenly grabbed me, I felt uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to kill the mood. If I knew she would actually post it, I would have said something.  I was mad at myself for messing up, especially since this week has been really tough.  With the music video coming out it means a lot more promos. I’m super stressed at work and we’ve just been fighting all the time...”

TW: reference ends

“Mmm.” You murmured into his chest. “I’m sorry. I have been so paranoid.  We’re nearing the time when my ex and I started to lose interest and I kept thinking it’s only a matter of time it happened to use too. I mean the photo was clearly a joke photo. It was a little too far and I think she realized that.  I’m sure someone must of told her about me. I think she sent it to me almost as a way of saying -- hey I’m not trying to steal your man. I still got mad though.”

You could feel Jack chuckling, the vibrations coming from his stomach making you smile too.  “I should tell her it wasn’t cool.  I’ll talk to my manager and let them handle it.”

“I can do it.” You looked up at him, your chin pressing into his chest as you grinned mischievously. “You know I can tussle.”

“Nu uh, I spent way too much on those nails. Let the professionals handle it.” Jack laughed, wiping the free tears left from your eyes before his voice became serious. “I don’t mind that you’re a bit possessive of me. But, I need you to trust me.  I trust you wholeheartedly. You do know that, right?”

That tugged on your heart strings.  The fact that he trusted even though you cheated on your ex to be with him showed you that he knew your true character.  Couldn’t you show him that you saw his too?

Again, you couldn’t speak at the fear of tears coming down again. “I know. I trust you and love you so much, Jack.”

“I love you too.” Jack said, his voice so sincere.  “Come on, let’s have some us time.  What do you want? Cuddles? Date Night? Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“I just want you...” You said holding him tight.

Jack stiffened a bit. “Like want me or want me?” He asked, tenseness in his voice.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Both.”

Jack grinned brightly, bending down to toss you over his shoulder. He carried you to the bed and tossed you on it.  You laughed, yelling his name in fake admonishment.   He grabbed his phone from the night stand and started to text. You sat up slightly to see what he was doing.

“What’s up?” You asked, feeling a bit led on.

“Just letting the guys know we’ll be taking over the apartment tonight.” Jack smirked as he typed.

“The apartment?” You asked, a smile crossing your lips.

“We had like five fights this week babe. That’s five rooms to make up in. “ He grinned. “Hope you’re hydrated...”

[psychemeanscure]

PART 29 {Finally!! and it’s been a week of stress indeed. 😞 But thankfully things slowly gets better and better for our Mum YJ 🤗 And for the record? I just wanna say, I’MAPUPPY!😂🤣 I maybe expert on reading smuts but I do am puppy in writing. hahaha. So for you  who was left hanging from the prev. part... Better live it to your imagination guys. keke}

Gentle breeze of summer hay, daylight hues of morning skies, a serene waves of crystal seas. And of course, what’s much more perfect for Jang Taeyoung other than his living Aphrodite’s side profile. Sitting on her daybed balcony, wearing an ash gray robe, drinking her set of bottled water. ‘Fresh from a bath.’ He can tell.

“F*cking hell.” Scolding his own innuendo while she ain’t even doing anything but sit!

A resting elbow, a root of knuckles assisting a tight jaw suppressing a taste of his volatile prey once again. Shifting gazes with a rising pet under the sheets of hot mess they’re in throughout the night. “I can’t blame you Bud. It’s been a while indeed.” Like a consoling friend to his long sleeping member. Yet, she’s beautifully tempting to ignore for so he decided.

Sung Eunyoung on the other side, cannot contain her smiling from coming. Feeling absurd by a single thought in mind. She, being intimate with the man she used to brush off her senses surprises her. Not in her whole life did she expect that but now? “Unbelievable. You are so unbelievable, Sung Eunyoung.”

“Unbelievable. Yes, it is.”

A breathy voice speaks after her. That the same person who exactly did a great chaos of her sanity. Jang Taeyoung’s snaking hand on the fabrics of her robe is enough for her to feel the tingling sensation she starts to familiar with. Slanting to get a glimpse of him from behind for there she is being drooled by those dark orbs which only sees is her and only her. She saw it all. The way her own reflection radiates the apples of his sight. And for the first time in a long time…

She felt proud. He’s solely hers. “Jang” She have to say it, like a validation she wanted to seal. And so she did. A peck to her shoulder, a rubbing thumb circling her belly as well as a seeming smile he gives in, and the sight that never left hers. She confirmed.

“Morning, sunshine.”

Before she knew it? She’s already responding, giving the same curve as he did. “Same as you, Mr. Jang.” Her smile that he cannot take, he eventually stole a kiss on her glossy lips. Thus she hissed a glare, frowning by the sudden chaste she least expected. “I knew it. Tss. Seriously, Jang Taeyoung. Hold it, will you?”

Just to garner his famous snigger. “I can’t promise though. You already awaken him, Eunyoung. You tell me.”

True to his words, she did felt its pet inside his sweatpants bulging behind her. Rolling her eyes, she retorted. “Por favor, Loco. You tire me so shut it.”

Much to her dismay, there ain’t much worse than a stubborn Jang Taeyoung it is. What’s new. A traitor hand sensually sneaking inside her, yet after a slicking smirk on his face. “Is that so? But it seems like I’m much tired Mi amor, considering you even went up first than I am. Isn’t it?”

A jolt from her own, and she’s sure she’ll going to deal another of his expertise. While a sudden image he almost forgot to open up pops his mind. “And oh! Speaking of first…” he begins his contractions.  “You’re a damn seducer woman. Sex education, eh? And here I thought you merely took up the common ones. Damn, if I only knew about it early I should have ravished you even back then. You and your wise mind it is, Ms. Sung.”

‘So he saw it. Mierda!’ she can only think of scolding herself. If not her being too occupied that time, she would have known what his contemplating stare mean the moment he stands in front her piled achievements. “So I was wondering…” thus he started his interrogating response.

“Since the educator has already enlightened the writer. Then isn’t it best for the writer to do his part too?”

Right after the impeccable swirl work of his tongue through her neck, he follows his judgement. “Here, in your daybed. You, my tempting empress and I, your welcoming slave. Writing a better version of Kamasutra. What do you think? Hm?”

And she lost it.

As to a delirious awe of her parting lips subsided, slumping back leaning by the nakedness of his chest, carves of its toned tattoos filling the heat of her whole soul. She accepted her defeat again, for rumor whom she cursed to avoid through a lifetime has it. Him, being the infamous Jang Taeyoung in bed that every bold ones looks forward to. Is indeed one fat truth! Which now she shamelessly admits includes her. A one big slap to her denials. A screw momentum for her living pride. She’s hopeless for she starts to become unsure herself between the reason of her own desire.

Was it because of the fact that he’s simply a natural taming scavenger? Or rather it was his effortless sweet talk calling of giving her names of his liking? Either, or. It’s just seems her writer has finally taught her of what a word insatiable means. A kind of pleasure that had slowly become her favorite thing. Before she realized? They eventually did it again. In her daybed. Feeling the sweats of their aftermath solitude. Hearing each other’s heaving breaths.

Sometime later. Reviving from a huffing state she opts to turn her head to face the weariless man next to her, spooning her and ready for a possible round he’s wishing. Yet, not on her watch as she quickly grabs his sultry hands off her. “Loco, please. I have other things to put at work. Spare me, will you?”    

Even when she ends up slapping him afterwards. Him and his slyness, what’s new. “Cabrón.” A set of warning before a groaning contrary by him happened. “Tss. You and your threats.”  

“And when did a simple warning become a threat,” Sitting up to fix her disheveled robe. Frowning to face the culprit himself. “Huh?” followed by a glancing inquiry she demands for answer. “Whatever smart Sung. As if you let me slip anyway.” A frustrated man came to visit for defiance.

She almost forgot to suppress herself to snigger. For heaven’s sake! She supposed to remain compose even, yet damn this sulking loco of her ruining everything that the only choice she had is to hold her breath to stop a bursting demeanor. Good thing she had her back on him that he’s clueless of what she’s up to, trying to make herself calm as much as possible.

Biting her lips for the last time, “You’re mad at me?” she managed to reciprocate an indecent follow-up, facing him. “FYI Mr. Sly fox, whose fault is it anyway that I have been bombarded with numerous calls from my superiors and so my presence is a must this instant? Good thing my phone is still working even after being thrown. I’ll definitely kill you if it isn’t. Tss.”

“Dare if you can.” Raising up while avoiding her sight, he sprints back inside her bedroom picking up his tussled summer shirt to as well cover his shirtless figure before mockingly staring at her. “As if I was the one who rejected the call even, when in fact the only thing I did was to tease you. That is.” Upset by how suddenly hard to button his shirt, a cussing Jang finally came by. “F*cking shirt!” a forcing hand frustratingly put on-hold.

And she can’t hold any longer. “Hmpp--- pfft! Hahahahah.”

“Now your laughing. Wow.” Indeed. She had freely put herself from laughing out loud, so enough to flex her low vibrato. “Really, woman?” Another of his rebuke for she still doing it. “Sung Eunyoung! I tell you woman, if you don’t stop I might just---“

“Okay! Okay. I’ll--- hahah--- sorry. Okay, uhum. I’ll stop. There. Are we good?”

“Whatever. Tsk.”

Sensing his mug menace, she eventually stopped for real, approaching the man who felt victimize. “Hey, cutie.”

“Did you just call me---“

Something sealed onto his lips before he could actually finish his sentence. It was hers to begin with. The savoring taste he cannot attain to sweep away for so in just a snap of it, his frustration fade away. As fast as that, she swiftly turns the table while he has to curse himself for being a muted cub with this volatile woman in front of him silkily volunteering to button his shirt herself before giving a scrutinizing stare that drown him to dive in the depths of his sensible soul.  

“Is this the real you, Jang Taeyoung? An ever persistent man with the woman he like? Hm?”

He remained speechless. Not long before he clamor to decide beneath himself. Proclaiming to dive along the eye-banging they begun to get used to. “Yes. And you have never been the woman I like, Sung Eunyoung. Let me just correct you in that part because you’ve always been a lover for me. That is.”

He confessed, and she was taken aback. Silently gulping on her own, she can only hide her fluster. She won’t let herself get defeated that easy. Not yet. Sliding away her hold from his nape as she crossed her arms provoking him instead. “You, sly. You pretty sure it isn’t just the lust talking?”

Levelling her pace, he countered back. A brow, twisting to bicker. “Given. You can’t blame me. I’ve been caged enough with celibacy, woman. Just so you know.”

“Is that so? Well sad, Loco. Seems that woman of yours can’t spend a whole day for you.”

“F*cking sh*---“

“La mierda. Halt that vulgar mouth of yours, will you?”

“Like who’s talking as well. Now woman, if you keep making excuses just not to spend time with me, it’s not working.”

She surrendered. A sweeping hand thru the air and a clicking tongue of mockery. She debated. “Aish. Fine. For the peace of your mind then let me just tell you Mr. Jang Taeyoung that aside for the urgent school agenda, I will actually go straight to meet my parents for dinner. There? Does it answer all your question?”

Crossing her arms once again before the unexpected bafflement she never imagined to see from him happened. Looking by his reaction, she was left confused as if he suddenly reminded of something he had forgotten in a while. Nevertheless, she crossed the idea anyway. Choosing her assuming one instead.

With a dreary sigh, she banters. “Right. How come I expect that my parents-pass will actually work for you. I’m foolishly hoping for nothi---“

“Oh…”

“Oh?” surprised by his reply, somehow she unconsciously responded the same before shrugging the thought off and obliged to fill her discontinued one different from the original she opts to be.

“--- Miraculously. Thank you then, Loco. Congratulation eh, that’s new.”  

She even dared to add some teasing at the end of her sentence, just to be unheard by still zoning man in front of her. “Cabrón?” Wanting to get his attention, she retaliates not knowing it was actually a start of a counter. An eyeing man bound to release an unexpected reply. “Can I tag along?”

“Of course, you sha--- what?!”

An embellish retort came after her indeed. “Come again, Jang Taeyoung?” A sassy man tacking its hands in his pockets responded instead. “I said can I tag along. So, can I?”

“And why would I?”

“You never know…” Shrugging off, a knowing smirk faces her.

“No.”

Thus the stern word she decides to give in. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Mister. I have to get change already.” Forcefully pushing the stubborn man behind her closed doors, a piercing shut has been heard.

~

But screw her for underestimating everything for it was still her in the end being clowned by what was happening around her all along. “What the.”

“--- hell?”        

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ EL PRESIDENTE ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: Hey! Do you want to write something about young!Bishop ? 🤔 A story about when he was still in Stockton he fall in love with Riz or Taza sister who live in Santo Padre and he make the trip every weekend with reader sister.So his primo Marcus told him " Instead having like 1/2 of my chapter in Santo Padre every f*cking week, why not just open a chapter in SP" ? 🙈

BY ANON

Warnings: none. A little angst.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist.

You have an elbow nailed on the marble main bar, with your cheek resting over your palm and your eyes through the big glass in front of you. Anyone who looks at you could think that you're just watching the street and the cars driving by, waiting for another order to serve or for new customers to the cafeteria. But very far from reality, your thoughts are on your boyfriend. That mexican with a messy moustache, dark and deep eyes and always wearing his leather vest. He usually comes every monday, from Stockton, to Santo Padre just to see you for a couple hours. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, he stays the night. But he didn't this time. It's been four days more without knowing anything about him, and you don't want to ask your old brother because Riz doesn't agree with this relationship. You know what people think about it. Eight hours by road of distance, a biker, a Mayan, a man who is always driving his bike from one side to another of the country, that only visits you one day at week (...). Seems pretty obvious. But they don't know him like you do. He's kind, he's sweet, he's attentive. At least, with you. And that is what marks the difference. But it has been almost two weeks and you're starting to be infected by these opinions, that even if you know that they just want to hurt you, they look real somehow.

Your boss, a nice old woman, places a hand on your back to caress it softly. She knows Bishop. She believes in you two, having a life together, and she knows that you're not okay.

“Do you wanna know what I would do?” Matilda asks. Turning your head towards her, you just nod in silence. “I would drive to Stockton to tell him what I feel”.

Taking off from a pocket of the smock a pack of cigs, she offers you one.

“Take a rest, darling”.

Grabbing it, you nod again somewhat gloomy. Getting out of the bar to cross the kitchen and use the back door to the alley, you sit over a towel of Coca Cola boxes, lighting up the smoke between your lips. And even if you want to contain it, your cry is stronger than you, coming out. The tears falling down and soaking the skirt of your uniform, with your hands supported on your lap, makes you bow forward with your eyes closed. You're so in love with Bishop, just to accept that he's not going to come back. Other times, he has called you. But every time you have contacted the Stockton charter, they have always given you the same answer: “he will call you, chamaca”. And, of course, you're trying to find out what you could have done to make him reject your calls. Why he doesn't want to see you anymore. After all, you deserve an explanation if he's going to break up with you.

Having a deep drag from the cig, you cross a leg over the other, resting your back against the wall. The smoke escapes among your lips like a painful howl, while your chest claims for some air to fill your lungs. Biting your lower lip in a nervous gesture, you start to think about what Matilde said, but maybe that could enrage Bishop.

“I think it's the first time I see you cry, in two years, and I don't fucking like it, querida”.

For an instant, you think that you're delirious after some days without sleeping more than three or four hours, when you turn your face to your left. The mexican steps out from his bike, taking off the leather gloves to keep them in a back pocket of his jeans, looking really distressed walking towards you. And then, your cry gets uncontrollably loud, throwing away the cig to get up, you practically jump into him. He holds you on air, sinking his face into your neck, breathing again.

“I can't see you cry”. He mutters looking for your lips, to kiss then shortly again and again.

“I thought you… didn't wa—want to see me… again”.

“Fuck, I don't want to live without you, preciosa”. He chuckles a little, hugging you as much tight as he can. “Mi amor… You have my heart, you have my all. I would do any shit for you, but leaving you it's not one of them”.

“Where ha—have you been? What have you… been doing?”

“I will show you tonight, okay?”

You just nod.

“Are you… leaving again?”

“Yeah, I have to meet my primo, but I will be back when your turn is done, to pick you up, okay?” He replies with a soft smile appearing on his lips, before giving you a last kiss. “I love you, never doubt about it”.

You know pretty well that clubhouse. Your brother works at Romero and Brothers, and you spend a lot of time there actually. But you don't understand why there are a lot of bikes parked in the front yard, or why Bishop has brought you to. Jumping out of his motorcycle, he places an arm over your shoulder to lead you to the inside. You recognize all the men there. Marcus, Oscar Ramos, Hank Loza, Neron Vargas, Che Romero and your brother. A little confused, you grab a beer that Riz is offering you before entering into the Templo.

“What is this?” You ask, referring to the situation.

“Well, mija, I thought that instead of having half of my charter every fucking week at Santo Padre, open a charter here”. El Padrino and Obispo are the only ones standing up, walking towards the desk to grab an impolut kutte from it.

Then, you notice that the rest are already wearing it, focusing on the patch of ‘El Vicepresidente’ on Taza's, ‘El Pacificador’ on Tranq's and ‘El Secretario’ on your brother's. When Marcus turns around holding the one for ‘El Presidente’, you can't help but raise an eyebrow. And not. You weren't expecting it. But seeing Bishop wearing it gives you a heart attack. Now, you're understanding why he was being so reserved, why he has been so busy. You aren't able to say a single word, hearing the man laughing because they know all that you have been doing for the club since ever. And what you have been doing for Bishop, not only loving him. Taking care of him in his worst, giving him the best tips ever, following him anywhere he's had to go. That doesn't turn you into his Old Lady, but into an important part of the Mayans MC.

“So, what? How do I look, querida?”

“Good”. That's the only thing you can say. The male laughs flood the Templo again, before your boyfriend hugs you. “Shit… I'm gonna kill you, Bish…”

“Enjoy it, primo”.

Marcus palms his back, proffering a gesture to the other men to leave the room and let you some time alone. You don't need to ask, but you already know that the other charters are coming to have a party. As soon as you're out of prying eyes, the man lifts you up behind his arms to sit on his new chair. El Presidente's one.

“I didn't… ask you, but… you want it? I mean… The idea of being ‘really’ together?” He asks then, noticing some hesitate in his voice, feeling insecure for a moment. Until you nod smiling, cleaning some wild tears running your cheeks. “I love you, (Y/N). I can't imagine a single day without you. I have never felt more happy than today. I have never felt so fucking anxious for starting a life ‘really’ together”.

“I told you that I would always be by your side, mi amor”. You say caressing his chest, and your eyes on his main patch. “You can… You know that you can stay at my flat until you find… another thing. Or… you know you can stay with me”.

“I already have a house”. Raising both eyebrows, you can't help but feel a little disappointed with the fact that he's not going to live with you.

Travelling a hand from your back, to a pocket of his jeans, he takes off a keychain to place it between both. Handing it on air.

“What?” You ask don't understanding what it is supposed that you have to do.

“Your keys”.

“For what?”

“To enter in our fucking house, querida? How are you going to do it? Trespassing the reinforced door?” Bishop breaks into laughs, watching you holding it blinking too much. “Did you really think I was just going to move there to be with you, and don't live together…?”

“But… But… my flat…”

“It's small to have like… I don't know, four kids and eighty dogs, don't you think?”

“Shit, I don't want eighty dogs”. You chuckle shaking your head, back to the reality inside the Templo.

“But fo—”.

“Let's start for one, then, we will see it”.

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[rubysunnday]

F*cking Hell

Y/N had been working for Shelby Company Limited for almost two years. Her father was a member of the Peaky Blinders which, in Tommy’s eyes, had meant she was perfect for the role. 

Truth be told, Y/N wasn’t actually entirely sure what her role was. She just counted the money, the betting slips and never asked about the ‘other’ side of the business unless her father asked her to.

And it worked fine. She’d go to work, do her job, have a drink at the Garrison and go home and get paid a fairly significant amount.

The problem?

FInn fucking Shelby.

It was common knowledge that Finn and Y/N had been close as children. They’d attended the same school, sat next to one another in classes and had become best friends and formed a bond. 

When Finn dropped out, Y/N kept going, finishing her education at sixteen. The two still spoke to one another in passing, but nothing like they used to.

Because Y/N had realised, at the grand age of nineteen, that she had a crush on the Shelby boy.

And had had the crush since they were children.

If anyone in the family knew, they hadn’t said anything - even if Polly kept giving Y/N a knowing smile whenever Finn was around - and Y/N had managed to go on, blissfully ignorant.

Until Finn was finally allowed to join in with the business. And suddenly Y/N was seeing a lot more of him.

Y/N would, probably, remember the day for the rest of her life. Not because it was special. Because of how fucking embarrassing it was.

She’d been stood at her desk, counting the coins into piles and jotting down the totals, minding her own business as Tommy and John were stood opposite her, talking about something else, when Finn and Isaiah had strolled in.

“Morning, Y/N/N,” Finn said, stopping behind her, smiling.

Y/N spun around so fast she, somehow, managed to knock over the piles of coins she’d just stacked up. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily, as the coins clattered onto the ground.

“Hi, Finn,” she said, smiling back at him whilst cursing herself in her mind. 

Y/N went to step forward, forgetting the coins on the floor, and skidded on them, falling backwards onto her bum and hitting her head on the floor, hard.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Finn exclaimed, hurrying over to her as Y/N laid their, dazed, embarrassed, and highly aware of Tommy and John watching her with a mixture  of amusement and concern.

“I’m good,” Y/N groaned, wincing as she sat up.

Finn grabbed her elbow and helped her up into a sitting position. He ran his eyes over her as Y/N rubbed her head, wincing. 

“Are you alright?” Finn asked, still staring at her.

Y/N stared back, getting lost in her thoughts as she stared at his eyes. She didn’t know when she’d realised she liked the boy, but it was quite mortifying. 

Especially because she’d known him since they were four.

“Y/N,” John called, suddenly appearing at her side and snapping his fingers in front of her face. “You alright?”

Y/N nodded suddenly. “Yup, I’m mortified, but I’m good,” she said, still nodding. She stopped, realising it was making her aching head worse. 

“Finn,” Tommy called, whistling at his brother when he didn’t look up. “Go get Y/N a drink from the cupboard.”

“But -”

“Go,” Tommy repeated firmly.

Finn glanced at Y/N once more but reluctantly stood up and disappeared into the dining room.

“For fuck’s sake,” Y/N swore, the moment Finn was out of sight. “I’m incapable of just being a fucking normal person.”

John chuckled as he held out a hand to her, helping her stand up. “Y/N, sweetheart, you’ve never been normal.”

“Doubt that fall would’ve knocked any sense into you either,” Tommy added, grabbing her other arm as she swayed slightly. 

Y/N sighed, glaring at both brothers, but still grateful that they hadn’t let go because she was certain she would just fall back down again. “I hate you both.”

“No, you don’t,” John said, guiding her into a nearby chair. “Besides, the day you finally reveal your undying love to my brother, I will make sure you never hear the end of it.”

Y/N stuck her finger up at John, her scowl increasing when he just burst out laughing. She looked down at the coins scattered all over the floor and sighed again. “And I was so nearly done, too.”

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY SIX

“Look who’s finally awake.” Loona scoffed from the doorway.

“Sweetie!” Blitzø almost pushed Stolas off the bed as he turned and threw his arms wide gesturing to Loona to come and give him a hug.

She rolled her eyes.

He deflated and pouted.

Octavia popped her head in beside her.

“Via!” Stolas squawked.

He fell out of the bed trying to get himself untangled from the sheets.

“Hey dad.” She snickered.

Stolas popped up off the floor and brushed himself off, blushing an amusing shade of red. Blitzø chuckled. Stolas cut a glare his way.

The girls watched their dads, smiled smugly, and crossed their arms in unison.

Blitzø looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up with you two? You’re looking like the Grady twins right now… Creeping me out.” He pursed his lips.

Loona snorted. Octavia scrunched her face, confused. She looked at Loona quizzically.

Loona leaned down and whispered something to her.

“We haven’t watched that one have we?” Octavia responded.

Loona shook her head. “You don’t like horrors.”

“Hmmm.” Octavia rubbed her chin looking thoughtful.

F*ck, they are adorable.

“What were you referring to, darling?” Stolas whispered behind his hand.

“Creepy twin girls from a horror movie. Don’t worry about it.”

Stolas nodded. Clearly still completely lost.

Blitzø pulled him down and whispered “Maybe we’ll watch it some time and I’ll…. Keep you safe.” He blew on his feathers teasingly.

Stolas shivered, stood up straight and cleared his throat.

“Yes. Quite.”

Blitzø chuckled.

“You two are f*cking disgusting.” Loona stuck her finger in her mouth and gagged.

“Ya, dad.” Octavia smirked. “Not the time or the place.”

Blitzø barked out laughing.

“Raised us some sassy b*tches, didn’t we Stolas?!” He elbowed stolas in the ribs playfully.

Stolas fluffed and glared at him.

“I BEG your PARDON?” Stolas’s eyes flared.

Blitzø shrank.

Oh shit…

“Chill out, dad.” Octavia started to laugh. “It’s slang. Kind of a term of endearment. He’s not actually calling us b*tches.” She looked over at Blitzø. “ARE you?”

“I would never!” He threw up his hands defensively. “You’re both precious, beautiful hellspawn who can do absolutely no wrong!”

Blitzø clasped his hands together up by his face and batted his eyelashes at the girls. His eyes were huge and sparkling, like an anime kitten.

“F*cking right we are.” Loona grinned.

Stolas looked between the three of them, pursing his lips.

“Mmhmmm.” He sounded incredibly skeptical.

They all looked at Stolas and burst out laughing.

He blushed and fluffed, stamping his foot indignantly. The display only fueled their laughter.

He puffed his cheeks indignantly.

“Aw. Stols.” Blitzø tried to swallow his laughter. He reached out to take his hand.

“HMF.” Stolas threw his beak in the air, crossed his arms and stomped out of the room, brushing past their daughters in a regal huff.

Blitzø’s face fell, he stuck his lip out and pouted.

Loona rolled her eyes and pushed off the door frame. Octavia followed close behind as Loona walked over to Blitzø’s bedside.

“Don’t worry.” Octavia said. “He likes to be dramatic sometimes.”

Blitzø looked up at her with worry in his eyes.

“He’s not really that upset.” Octavia smiled reassuringly. “Just let him be a drama queen for a while. He’ll get over it.”

Blitzø looked at Loona. She gave him a little nod and wink.

Blitzø turned back to Octavia and smiled sadly.

“You guys are fine.” Octavia waved him off. “My dad’s just a f*cking baby sometimes.”

“Via!” Blitzø gasped, feigning horror. “Language!” He grinned behind his hands.

Octavia flipped him off.

They all burst out laughing; laughing until their sides hurt.

*****

[writearctic]

A Stupid Seed of Misunderstanding (f) - Song Mingi

wc: 1.3k

pt. 1 | pt. 2

i highly recommend reading the first part before this.

"Open this d*mn door, now!" Moon had absolutely no patience. Not when one of his best friends was being treated like this.

Mingi found it laughable that your loyal room mate was pounding on his door after Mingi discovered your dirty secret. He opened his apartment door with an amused grin spread decently across his face.

That grin was short lived, however.

As soon as Mingi's door creaked wide, he was met with a shove that knocked the wind out of him. His smirk was gone; his lips were now gasping for air as Moon lunged past him.

Moon slammed the door and yelled: "I'm f*cking gay!"

Wh- what?

Mingi's lungs felt heavy; he wished his breath hadn't returned to him because now, he wanted to stop breathing completely.

Moon noticed Mingi's retreat from his "badboy" stance and changed his tone altogether. He sat down on the floor of Mingi's apartment and explained what you weren't able to.

"Y/n and my sister were room mates in college," he huffed as he began playing with the dirty-white laces of his converse. "When they graduated, my sister got engaged and moved in with her fiance. Y/n needed someone to help with keeping the rent, and she knew me. Not well, but we've become rather close. Thus why we're still room mates."

Mingi's heart felt tight, and his knuckles were white in anger. He had absolutely no right to be upset at you earlier. He needed to hear your side of the story, but instead, he assumed things. His imagination got the best of him. In the six months you'd been dating, your love for him was nothing short of love. While he, on the other hand, jumped to conclusions, pushed your explanations away, and even called you a wh*re when you were anything but.

"I understand were you came from though." Moon's lips parted to a soft smile. "If my boyfriend was room mates with another guy, oh boy would there be some flames." He followed with a slight laugh.

He stood up. As Moon turned to go, he chimed: "Go to her. I was planning on spending the night with my guy anyways."

Once the door clicked shut, Mingi rushed to his shoes. He needed you. He needed your forgiveness. He would even beg if need be. Tears pricked his eyes as he buckled his seat belt and started the engine of his car.

He sped to your place, of course. Not in fear that you'd ignore him- he deserved that- but in full blown sorrow. He knew you were the most important person in his life; it took a huge mistake for him to realize how much he cherished you.

He needed you. And you needed him.

〰️

When Moon left your apartment, you were asleep. But after a while, you woke up in tears.

"Oh," you murmured. "I- I cried." You never knew someone could actually cry in their sleep. "Guess it takes a real hit to do that," you eased your anxious mind. Although you knew it wasn't really your fault, you placed the blame on yourself. Why didn't I tell him from the beginning? I should have invited him in when he dropped me off from our second date. Everything would be-

Mingi's desperate knocks at your door broke your thoughts. ""Y/n! Y/n, please. Please open the door." His voice was pitiful, but Mingi didn't care at all.

At the sound of his voice, you fumbled off the couch and ran to your door. As you swung it open, you instantly pressed your face into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his toned body and tightly clung to him. You were still crying; you hadn't stopped.

Mingi gasped when you flew into him, but he regained his breath with ease in your scent. He held you like his life depended on it- because it did. Mingi knew he could never live without you. His big hands rested on the small of your back as he carefully guided you into the apartment. After shutting the door with his foot, he engulfed your trembling body into his.

His arms pulled you closer until, if he held you any tighter, he would've worried about suffocating you. His tears started falling from his eyes again; he watched his wet lashes blur his view of your head against him. Then, Mingi noticed, he too was shaking.

After a while of muffled sobs, you looked at his wet eyes.

"MinMin, I- I'm sorry," you sniffled. You were on the verge of deeply crying again, so you tilted your forehead to Mingi's chest and continued to talk while looking at his untied shoelaces. "I should have tol- told you before. I didn't realll- realize it would be a bother to you."

Mingi's firm hands rested on your hips again while drawing small circles to soothe both of you. His forehead gently settled on top of your soft hair.

"Baby, no. Don't apologize." He stepped back and held your shoulders. He leaned down to fully see your red eyes and blotchy face. Mingi swore to himself right then and there too never make you cry so hard again. "You did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. And you have nothing to apologize for." His slim fingers brushed the hair away from your face. You continued to cry uncontrollably, and it worried Mingi.

He picked you up and carried you bridal-style to your bed. As he carefully laid you down, Mingi noticed your tiny fingers were harshly gripping the sleeves of his hoodie, and he easily shoved his shoes off. He settled next to you and took your hands in his.

"Y/n, I am so sorry. Everything I did tonight was wrong and hurt you. Y/n, baby, you're not a wh*re. You are no where near pathetic. And you are not bad. Baby, you're nothing but butterflies. I'm bad for not confronting you when I was first worried."

Your eyes weren't nearly as glossy from when you peered up at him earlier. You were flush against him- minus your face which was now focused on his. Mingi was on his elbow caressing your hair with a tender smile upon his tear-stained face.

"MinMin." Oh how he loved when you called him that. "You're not bad at all. It's not your fault; it makes sense." Mingi was hooked on you. You were addicting in every way; he couldn't keep his eyes off you. He even noticed the small giggle that fell from your plush lips. He wanted to kiss you oh-so bad.

"It hurt me when you called me those things and spoke to me in a scary tone, but I knew you were just too angry. I can never stay upset with you. Because I love you, MinMin."

Your eyes trailed along his neck then met his as you told him you loved him.

He leaned down, and Mingi's lips connected with yours. Salty tears heavily covered both your lips. It was almost not a kiss at all because Mingi kept delicately whimpering "I'm sorry" and "I love you."

You pulled him to your chest; he was drowning in your forgiveness. You hummed to him softly, desperate to calm his weakened body. He could faintly hear you over his sobs; what calmed him was you. Your scent, your body, even the vibrations he felt from your hums. You didn't notice he stopped crying because you fell asleep.

Mingi slid up to you and gracefully pulled the covers over both your bodies. He wrapped your sleeping figure under his arm allowing him to spoon you. He kissed your temple deeply before laying back down. His eyelids were heavy, and he didn't want to go to sleep just yet. But, the overwhelming pleasure of being in bed with you, convinced him this was only the first time he'd fall asleep with you beside him.

And it definitely was not the last time.

[becausewerebatfam]

Our Future (2)

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason gets tired of sitting around babysitting.

Warning: Language and suggestive content.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jason stopped short of reaching the cave. He looked back to see you standing with your hands on your hips, obviously disapproving of his trying to escape. “It’s been three days, they obviously need my help.”

He couldn’t stand being in the mansion any longer. Although he did appreciate getting to see you dressed down in your silk pajama top and matching shorts. The best part was the way your hair was free from the high ponytail you always wore it in for missions.

“Jason, don’t do this again.”

He always liked to play the rogue and do his own thing. But that always came with various results. Either he did good and helped the mission be a success, or he got in the way of progress.

“Sorry Doll but I think I can better help the kid out there.”  He began his descent down to the Batcave while you followed.

Jason had grown fond of James the two had bonded over motorcycles as he watched him work on his and even played some of Damian’s games.

“They’re going after Dent when they should be going after the clown.” Through his conversations with the kid, he found out how his mother was killed in front of him by the Joker. It reignited Jason’s anger for the clown.

You rushed to step in front of him and stop him by putting your hands on his chest. “What did he tell you?”

You had yet to hear anything about the case. James was always acting like a normal child wanting to do nothing but spend time with you watching television, reading, cooking... although Alfred had you beat on that one.

“Oh, so the little guy likes you enough to take your side but not to confide in you?” He would have gloated if it weren’t for his eyes landing on the empty space before him. The spot his motorcycle had been parked in was empty. “What the-”

He quickly ran over to the computer so he could check the surveillance cameras. That’s when he saw James put on his helmet and hop onto his bike. He even turned to wave at the camera before speeding off. The timestamp was crucial in letting him know it had only been minutes ago.

“The kid stole my bike and my helmet!”

You gasped seeing the footage. “We have to go after him.”

“I plan to,” Jason was fuming. Now he knew how you felt whenever he would go rogue on you.

He got into one of the Batmobile’s not paying attention to you until you got into the passenger seat.

Still, in your silk pajamas, you grabbed your spare suit from the cave. With no time to spare you decided changing in the car was your best bet of not being left behind.

Jason nearly bled from his nose when you went to lift your shirt up.

“Eyes forward Todd.”

He did as he was told, thankful that without his helmet he could still indulge in his peripheral vision. And what a vision you were. Only after you had finished did he snicker, “You know I can still see you from my peripheral.”

You rolled your eyes at his brazen point. “Have some shame, Jason.”

“What is there to be ashamed of?” He looked over eyeing you up and down with admiration for a quick second. “You look hot Babe.”

A subtle blush spread across your cheeks and tugged at the corners of your lips. The comment had your face burning up at the thought that Jason had been able to catch a glimpse of you.

"How long has it been Jason?”

Now it was his turn to blush knowing you were asking him how long it had been since the last time you two were together in a physically intimate type of way.

“Long enough.” It had been long enough for him to seriously consider leaving the Batmobile on autopilot so he could reacquaint himself with your curves. “Just say the word and I’m yours, Babe.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “How teenage rich boy of you to fantasize about having sex in your daddy’s car.”

“Gross!” he stuck his tongue out only to smirk the next second. “Can you imagine me calling Bruce Daddy?”

“Never.”

“You on the other hand...” Jason trailed off imagining what a wonderful sight that would be. To have you begging for him, referring to him as Daddy. Blood was starting to rush south.

You scoffed, “In your dreams Todd.” Remembering how he previously tackled that rebuttal you chose to say something else before he could further interrupt your levelheaded thinking with thoughts of him. “You’re not even daddy material.”

The flirtatious argument was cut short when you caught up to James.

James did not notice that he had been found. His sight was focused on the park before him. It was much newer than he recalled, meaning this must have been a newly built park and by the time he got to play there years of play had weathered the metal jungle-gym. 

This was the park he frequented with his parents as a younger child. His hold on Jason’s helmet tightened recalling the last time he had been there was shortly before your death and his father’s comatose condition.

He hadn’t appreciated being treated like a child. Now that’s all he wanted, to be spoiled and watched over by two loving parents.

“Hey kid you don’t just steal someones-” Jason groans as you elbow his side pointing out the way James seemed to blankly stare ahead. Clearly, something was wrong with the kid. 

“James,” you called out.

James turned towards your voice wiping at his eyes to rid himself of their sudden moisture.

Even Jason couldn’t ignore the tears of a child. “What’s wrong kid?”

He shook his head not wanting to talk about it. The lump in his throat wouldn’t allow it anyway.

Your hand went to his shoulder unsure of how to deal with a young boy’s tears when he seemed to have been tough as nails up until this moment. “Ah-” you opened your mouth but no words seemed to be right for the moment. You knelt down beside him simply felt the urge to hug him.

When James felt your arms around him the dam that had been holding everything in broke. He hid his face in your shoulder to muffle the sobs that followed.

“I get it, you miss your parents.” Who better than an orphan to know what an orphan is feeling. Jason sat down beside you two looking up at the moon.

James inhaled and exhaled deeply taking control once more of his emotional state. “I just- can’t help it sometimes...” The fact that the people consoling him now were his actual mother and father didn’t help. He wanted to say something but knew he couldn’t for time continuity’s sake. 

He let go sitting beside Jason and urging you to sit down with them. 

Sitting down between you two was a simple act he missed. It made him wonder if he could just give up on his mission and stay here with you two. The future was never promised. Even if he did stop Duella... what if he was doomed to lose you either way.

“I don’t know exactly what you’re going through James but if a tough kid like you can’t help but shed some tears then it must be hard.” You ruffled his hair with a hint of a smile. “I’m sure your parents must love you a lot.”

“I hope so,” he muttered.

“Damn right they do,” Jason assured. “They might not say it often but your parents will always love you.”

You smirked, “Awww Jay so you do love your Daddy.”

“Shut up,” he scowled.

Both you and James laughed at his reaction. James gave Jason his helmet back with an apology.

“Sorry I took off but I couldn’t stay still much longer.”

“Tell me about it,” Jason sighed.

“I know,” you stood up dusting off your hands. “Why don’t we go have some fun.”

+++

“This isn’t good,” Bruce scowled as he viewed the monitor with absolute focus. His fingers speedily pressing buttons too fast for anyone to know what he was doing exactly. 

“What is it?” Tim asked.

“Seems someone called the GCPD about a bright yellow light similar to the one I saw when James appeared.”

“You think Duella or Joker finally got here?”

“Only one way to find out.” Bruce moved out of the way allowing Tim to take over the batcomputer. “Damian and I will check it out while you call Commissioner Gordon. Make sure the GCPD doesn’t respond.”

With Nightwing on patrol tonight Batman knew he could call him up in case the problem escalated.

“On it.”

At the mention of his name Damian jumps into action and into the batmobile. This was what he had been waiting for all week. The investigation had generally been nothing but surveillance as they kept an eye out for Duella. Frankly, Damian had begun to think perhaps James had miscalculated where or when in time Duella had gone back to.

In a way he was right.

When they got to the time portal’s location they managed to see Duella make a run for it until a dark figure ran after her. Duella Dent kicked and screamed as she desperately tried to flee but the dark figure was taller and sturdier than her. She was being dragged out and slammed against the nearest wall. It was hard to make out who he was with contrasting lights.

“Where the f*ck you think you're going?” The mysterious figure could now be identified as a male by the sound of his deep voice. He held her by the neck slamming her head into the wall once more.

Duella groaned before choking back a sob when she felt pleasure being applied around her larynx.

“I didn’t chase you through all that just to lose you here.”

She clawed at his arm trying to get him to release her. He had already taken her weapons away, he had managed to ruin her plans much sooner than anticipated. 

“But thanks for putting up a f*cking fight.”

Duella’s lips curled up as she attempted to laugh yet only a smug smile appeared. It was far to difficult to breathe let alone smile.

 “It gives me a great f*cking excuse to beat the sh*t out of you.” The dark menacing tone of his promised retribution echoed the dark streets of Gotham.

“That’s enough!” Bruce sternly warned.

When the dark figure made no move to seize his hold Robin threw a Batarang at his arm but it was easily deflected making him throw another.

This time the unknown male only moved slightly to allow the Batarang clean passage between his and Duella’s face making her turn her head in fright. Her captor’s hold on her had eased up allowing her to take in some much-needed oxygen.

“Go ahead- throw another and she’ll gladly catch it.” With her face, he thought.

Damian scowled with a loud click of his tongue. He took a step forward ready to engage the stranger until Bruce beat him to it. 

“Put her down James.” His voice was stern, commanding his grandson to obey. By now he didn’t need confirmation of who the dark figure was. Clearly, he had a personal grudge against Duella Dent. The combination of near-lethal force and profanity did help though. 

James sighed as he let go- more like threw her to the side. 

Instantly she passed out as her adrenaline was no longer able to keep her going. The beating she had taken along with the denial of oxygen, significantly weakened her.

Bruce paid him no mind as he proceeded to apprehend Duella making sure she was still alive.

In the meantime, Damian approached James, an irritated look about him. This one had the same helmet as the one back home but he was taller- older no doubt. “I wonder at what age you stopped being such a nuisance.”

“Huh?” James leaned forward to examine the Robin before him. In his mind, he was trying to identify which one it was. His mind had been elsewhere but soon he recalled it was Damian. “Aren’t you a little young to be talking to me like that you brat?”

Damian didn’t take it well.

+++

Elsewhere, despite Bruce’s warning to stay in the mansion where it was safe, you, Jason, and (child) James were off to have some fun. This time you were dressed as civilians. Not giving a care in the world that you would surely face Batman’s wrath should he find out, just like the rebels that you were,

Arcades were always fun for you as a kid which is why you suggested it to James, an actual kid. Jason, a child-like adult, had been to the arcade with you, that’s when he learned exactly how competitive you could get. Not only that but you were also both a sore loser and a sore winner.

So why the f*ck were you not yelling at James?!

Jason incredulously watched you high five and hug James when he managed to surpass your high score. You were absolutely beaming as you complimented the kid’s shooting skills. 

“Seriously James your aim is awesome!”

“Big deal,” Jason wedged himself between you two masking his jealousy with speculation as he reviewed the difference between his score and James’. “This is just a game, not like it’s accurate. Come to the shooting range with me kid then we’ll see who’s better.”

“Sure any time old man.” 

“Jason stop being so petty.” This was the third game he had lost to both of you and his frustration was starting to show. You brushed past him so you could follow James as he went looking for the next game to play.

He caught up to you placing his arm around your waist. “Babe you can’t just compliment someone else’s shooting in front of your man.”

“Since when are you my-”

“Since the first moment you laid eyes on me I was yours.”

You rolled your eyes, "Oh please.”

Jason held you tighter bringing you to a stop before you could get to James. He pulled you into a nearby photobooth drawing the curtain to a close behind him before attacking your neck with kisses.

“Jason,” you half moaned his name. The sudden attack to your senses had the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

He kissed you fervently not minding the fact that you were clinging onto him. The whole ordeal was so sudden it took a moment for you to find your footing but by then he had you pinned to the wall. In this position, you could feel all the hard muscle underneath his clothing and it was taking your mind places it shouldn’t be.

Stuck between a wall and a hard place, Jason had the upper hand. With a smug smile, he huffed feeling just as hot and bothered as you were. “Face it Babe, you’re mine just as much as I am yours.”

You sighed thinking this was just him trying to effectively get under your skin again, to arouse you in more ways than one only to then say something that would anger you.

Jason began to lose his confidence the longer you remained quiet. When you finally cracked a smile he was both confused and intrigued by what had brought it on. “What?”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to say something stupid again to ruin the moment but you’re taking so long that I started to imagine this might be how you truly feel.”

“So you’re laughing at my confession?” He let go of your waist bringing his hand to his chest as he pretended to be hurt by an accurate accusation. He always had done what you accused him of in the past. Now he realized how that affected the moments he tried to genuinely convey his feelings. 

“Is that what that was?” Your head tilted with a playful smirk. “Sounded more like you gave me ownership over you.”

"It’s mutual and you don’t seem to mind.”

You couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing at his comment but you could try and regain your composure by turning your attention back to the task at hand. "Aren’t we supposed to be watching James?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighed. 

You swore you heard him mutter something about the brat stealing your attention but you ignored it. “Come on,” you led him out holding onto his hand up until you caught up to James.

+++

Damian and teenage James stood on opposite sides of the Batcave each sporting a few fresh cuts and bruises.

“Would you like some ice for that, master Damian?” Alfred offered as he finished bandaging James' arm. He had hurt it through his fight with Duella as they traveled through time but it wasn’t anything serious until Damian got his hands on it.

Damian pulled his hood lower to hide the black eye he had received in return. “I’m fine,” he huffed with crossed arms.

“There you are, master James.” Alfred removed his gloves and disposed of them allowing James to move about freely now.

“Thanks, Alfred...” James had never met Alfred. In his time, Alfred had died before he was even born. That didn’t mean he didn’t know who the man was. He was a legendary staple of the Wayne family. “I’m glad I got to meet ya!” He used his good arm to pat Alfred’s shoulder in a show of affection. 

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well master James...again.”

“Speaking of, where is the other James?” Dick asked.

“They should be upstairs,” Tim pointed out. The keyword being should, they all knew Jason wasn’t too fond of rules and given how easily he pushed your buttons they were sure he had done something to get you to go along.

“I believe they went to the arcade,” Alfred offered before slipping out of their presence there were matters for him to attend to upstairs. He only offered the tidbit of information because he had overheard you three returning to the cave only to leave shortly after out of your suits.

The mention of the arcade was a dead giveaway. “Oh, so it was Y/N this time who broke the rules.”

“Those two are nothing but trouble,” Damian scowled. His eyes shifted over to the most trouble they had imposed on the world. 

“What?” James caught the look. “You wanna go again Shorty!?”

With a straight face, Damian began pondering the idea of tagging along to all your missions. Perhaps his best bet was to become a permanent cockblock for Jason and keep James from being born. 

"Come on you two don’t fight.” Dick got a hold of the two and brought them together. “We’re all family here.”

“That’s the problem,” Tim muttered with no intention of being heard.

“Let go of me Grayson!”

A string of expletives cascaded from James when he tried to explain he was fine and wouldn’t instigate the shrimp again. Really it was all fun and games to James who was taking his frustrations for the elder version of his uncle on this the version of him he could look down on.

Bruce ignored the lot as he swiftly sent a message to you. Teenage James had no way of getting back to his own time as both his and Duella’s time travel devices were beyond repair. Their only hope rested upon the younger James.

In no time you and Jason rode into the Batcave on your respective motorcycles. You with James holding onto your waist from behind. 

“You two really never learn your lesson,” Damian scolded distracting their attention from teenage James.

“Remember-” Bruce began to warn James about revealing the future to his parents but was cut off by said future child who was all too aware of how time travel worked.

He put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder assuring him there was nothing to worry about. He would keep his helmet on to avoid their suspicion. One look at his dashing good looks and Jason would be on to him. “Relax, I got a big mouth but I’m not stupid enough to tell those two.”

Those two being you and Jason who he pointed to while you fought over who had been at fault. “I love my old man and ma but let's face it... I’m the reason those two end up together.”

It wasn’t to say that you and Jason didn’t love each other because you did. It was just a matter of fact that the accidental pregnancy that would result in James’ birth was the catalyst towards establishing your feelings and solidifying your relationship with Jason.

Bruce nodded in full agreement, “I can see how that would be the case.”

-end-

A/N: The more I wrote the more I realized you all deserve to see a bit more into the future so there will be a part 3!

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[wldthoughtz]

Congratulations

Seth Rollins (Smut)

(I don’t own the GIF)

Seth Rollins POV

“Congrats man,” I hear someone call out as I made my way down the hallway.

“Thanks!” I hollered back breathlessly from the brutal match.

I continued making my way down to the dressing room ready to head to the hotel. As I turn the corner to a dark hallway I immediately noticed Becky and Nadia. Nadia was sitting up on a crate while Becky was standing right infront of her, raving about her victory.

From the beginning I found myself attracted to Nadia, just like many others here. She was a goddess and the definition of perfection. Everyone loves her, she’s smart, funny, humble, and she has a killer body. Yet she is way more than a crush to me, she’s my favorite addiction.

My eyes were glued to Nadia as I took in her appearance. Her face glowing, her eyelids decorated elegantly making her hazel eyes pop, and a nude gloss covered her sensual full lips that called out to me. Her naturally slick hair layed flat along her back exposing her delectable front. Her big round breasts were pushed into her tight gear top, flaunting her delicious cleavage. My hazy eyes traveled down her tight curvey waist that my hands itches to squeeze. I felt myself go lightheaded when I noticed her tiny barely-there gear shorts. It barely covered her front while the bottom of her round ass peeked through the back. My teeth bit into my cheek as my eyes trailed down her alluring stocking covered legs all the way to her black knee High boots.. My gaze zoomed out and I finally let out a breath of air as I took her all in.

I had watched her during the women’s royal rumble and I remember drooling the entire time 55 minutes she was in there, but seeing her up close made me almost faint. 

Becky’s hand rested on Nadia’s kneepad in a friendly manner as she continued talking to her. Nadia sported a beautiful smile on her faces as she listened attentively to Becky. I noticed Becky say something that made Nadia’s smile drop before an uncomfortable look crossed her face. A perplexed look played on her face as she said something back to Becky. Becky smirked at her and began trailing her hand up Nadia’s inner thigh. Immediately I noticed the look of worry on Nadia’s face as said something to Becky while she held her wrist hauting her movements. Becky just smirked at her before replying and breaking her hand from Nadia’s hold and cupping her mound. Fear washed over Nadia’s face as Becky leaned closer to her.

“Hey Beck! Hey Nadia” I called out making my way over to them.

I noticed Becky’s hand drop back to her side as she turned to look at me unamused. “Rollins.” Becky mumbled out.

A look of relief washed over Nadia’s face as she sat back up on the box before letting out a breathe. “Hey Seth! Congratulations on your win!” She smiled brightly at me.

“Thanks Nadia,” I smiled back sending her a wink.

“Yeah congrats man... so what can we do for you?” Becky asked through gritted teeth leaning her elbow on the box where Nadia was perched.

“Actually I needed to talk to Nadia if that’s okay? Just some stuff about her coming out to Black and Brave.” I lied through my teeth.

A sour look crosses Becky’s face as she gave Nadia a look before turning back to me. “Yeah sure... I’ll catch you later Las.” Becky mumbled out to Nadia before making her way down the hall.

I heard Nadia let out a breath as Becky disappeared down the hallway. “You okay?” I asked her, concern lacing with my voice.

She gave me a small smile before nodding, “Thanks Seth I owe you one!” She sighed, “I had no idea she felt attracted to me. She started flirting with me and I didn’t know how to respond so I told her I’ve never been with a girl, and she said she could change that. I was so petrified, I mean I love Becky and she’s my best friend but I don’t think I’m into that.” She rambled.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay you shouldn’t feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to! I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I smiled at her taking her hand in mine.

She gave me an appreciative smile before looking down and tucking a strand of her behind her ear with her free hand. “Well thank you,” she smiled looking up into my eyes.

“Anytime angel,” I whispered out gazing into her gleaming eyes.

She gasped startling me and her smile suddenly grew wide. “Oh my gosh!!! Congratulations Mr.Royal Rumble!!” She gushed pulling me between her legs for a tight hug.

“Thanks again Beautiful!” I laughed, my hands wrap around her bare waist and I internally groaned at the feeling of her breast pressed against my chest.

She pulled away from me her hands rested behind her on the crate and I almost whimpered at the distance. “Are you going out to celebrate?” She asked with a gleaming smile.

I crossed my hands across my chest shaking my head, “my celebration consists of a hot shower and a fluffy bed.” I sighed at the thought.

“What a shame,” She hummed out. A devious smile played on her lips as she leaned forward resting her hands on her knees exposing more of her delicious cleavage. My eyes grew wide as I watched her breasts move as she inhaled and exhaled.

She placed her hands on either side of her, resting them on the crate as she gazed at me. “Why’s that?” I mumbled breaking eye contact from her breasts to meet her sparkling eyes. A surge of confidence racked my body as I took a step forward resting my hands on either of her knees.

“I was just hoping to celebrate with you,” She whispered teasingly while leaning forward with her glossy lip bottom tucked between her teeth.

“Is that so?” I hummed out, slowly running my hands up and down her stocking covered thighs.

“Mhm,” she breathed out sensually spreading out her legs slightly.

My self control was hanging by tread as the temptation to take her here on this crate grew. Eyes still locked with hers, I wrapped my hands around the back of her knees before tugging her forcefully to me causing her to gasp in surprise. “What would we do to celebrate?” I breathe out to her staring deeply into her lust-filled eyes.

Her hands press themselves to my bare chest as mine circled around her curvy waist. Her hands slowly trail up my chest and wrap themselves around my shoulders before she leaned close til we were chest to chest. My hands pulled her tighter to me, and I let out a groan when I left her slightly rub up on my growing bulge. A daring look crossed her face as she leaned into my ear, “Anything you want... Daddy.” She whispered causing my breathing to hault completely. She pulled back with a teasing smirk plastered on her face.

In the blink of an eye my lips were on hers, she gasped against my lips in shock before they began to move feverishly with mine. My hands slip up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass before squeezing hard causing her to gasp softly allowing me to slide my tongue into her warm sweet mouth. I sucked on her tongue generating a moan from her as she pushed herself closer to me creating a delicious friction between us. I let out a deep groan as I bucked up into her causing her to moan into my mouth. One of my hands circled around her waist keeping her close, as the other one trailed to her front before sinking into her tiny gear shorts. She gasped hard against my lips, her hands squeezing my shoulders as I ran my fingers down her soaking slit. “Damn Baby... is this all for me?” I groaned against her lips breaking the kiss.

Panting she nodded, closing her eyes she rested her forehead on mine as my fingers stroked up and down her slit. Small moans and breaths left her lips as she tucked her head into my neck as I continued to play with her.

We were immediately separated at the sound of laughter coming from around the corner. I pulled away from her and wrapped my hands around her waist before helping her off of the crate. “Meet my by my car in 30 so we can go celebrate... ok?” I whispered down to her noticing her still slightly panting. She nodded giving me a beautiful smile as I bent down and kissed her glossy lips again.

The laughter got louder and she quickly backed away from me winking before making her way down the hallway swaying her delicious hips and giving me a gorgeous view of her ass.

“Seth! Man congratulations!” Miz smiled coming from around the corner with Shane.

“Ya man you deserve it!” Shane applauded patting me on the back.

“Thanks guys,” I breathed out rubbing my neck.

“You should definitely come celebrate with us man!” Miz beamed holding his new championship closer, Shane nodded in agreement.

“Thanks guys but I’ve got plans already.” I smirked thinking about the exciting celebration that I would be having within the next hour, “you guys go ahead you deserve it! I’ll see you both around!” I called out to the watching them wave as I quickly headed to my dressing room to get ready to leave.

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“I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed of this moment.” I growled against her lips pressing her further down to the mattress.

Her only reply was soft moan as I ground my hips into her. Her hands firmly grasped my bare biceps as I ground my shaft into her lace cover mound.

“F*cking hell princess… you’re perfect,” I moaned out before placing my lips on hers as the hand on her waist trailed up to cup one of her plump breasts. She let out a small hum against my lips before my lips parted and began trailing down her body. Placing small licks and kisses down her neck, my mouth worked further down her soft skin until I reached the rounded cleavage of her breasts. Almost immediately my lips hungrily latched onto her soft hard nipple and I felt her back arch off of the mattress with a loud gasp. Her delicate fingers slipped through my hair causing me to groan against her as my other hand worked her other breasts alternating between squeezing her full breast to pinching her nipple. Small whimpers and moans left her lips as my hips pressed harder into her, with my lips alternating between her breasts.

My hand trailed down her smooth-toned stomach and slipped into her lace thong cupping her warm mound, “Seth!” She moaned out loud arching her back and pressing her breast into my mouth further. I felt her shudder as I ran my fingers up and down her soaking slit. “All this for me baby?” I asked breathlessly pulling away from her breast. “Mhmm,” she breathed out, looking up at me with her sultry eyes and her plump bottom lip pinched between her teeth. My fingers wrapped around the thin band of her thong before I pulled harshly, a loud snap echoing through the room. I expected a scolding from her, but I was pleasingly surprised when her legs parted wider. “You’re not mad?” I mumbled watching her arch her back as I slipped two fingers into her tight soaking entrance. “No… I told you, you can do anything you want… Daddy.” She moaned out as I scissored my fingers inside of her.

“That’s my girl,” I mumbled as I felt her shudder when I removed my fingers from her before slipping them into my mouth. A moan left my lips as I savored the sweet taste of her on my tongue. “You taste delicious baby... I just want to devour you for hours.” I breathed down at her, “but as much as I want that... I’ve waited to long for you and I need you right now.” I growled at her as I took hold of her waist with one hand, while the other hand wrap around my shaft and guided the tip into her dripping entrance. I ran the tip up and down her slit before I pushed forward in one swift motion.

She cried out burying her head into my neck to muffle her screams as I pounded fiverishly into her, giving her almost no time to adjust. Her nails dug into my back as continued to piston into her at a merciless pace. “That’s right scream for me sweetness,” I mumbled into her hair as she continued to scream out my name.

I stopped abruptly causing her to whine out only to moan out loud as I lifted of of her legs onto my shoulder giving me an even deeper position into her. I went back to pummeling myself into her. A deep groan left me lips when I felt her squeeze me tight almost causing me to cum. I felt myself nearing my release so I quickened my pace causing her to emit high pitches moans with each thrust.

“Seth!” Nadia screamed out as she came, clenching and unclenching herself around me. I groaned loudly as I continued to hammer into her hard.

She was a panting mess as she layed tired, “F*ck” I growled out loud when I felt her squeeze me hard causing me to release hard into her.

I herd her whimper as I emptied myself into her before finally pulling out. I layed back on the bed and pulled her onto my chest. “You okay baby?” I whispered into her hair.

She nodded looking up at me with a tired smile before she began tracing my chest with her soft fingers.“We should definitely celebrate like that when you kick Brock’s ass at Wrestlemania,” She hummed sitting up to look at me. I gazed at her beautiful body and felt myself begin to stiffen again.

A smirk crossed my face as I reached out to pinch her nipple causing her to moan, “fuck that” I mumbled out pushing her back so she was laying down before I climbed over her. “We’re celebrating like this every single day.” I growled down at her as I stroked myself before slipping into her once more.

End.

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Steel Horses - Prologue

Title: Steel Horses Author: ElCapitan Game: Dragon Age Characters/Pairing: M!Adaar x Dorian Disclaimer: All recognizable content belongs to Bioware

Summary - 

Valo-Kas M.C. is not a 1% motorcycle club. The security work that they do is above board, legal and licensed, squeaky f*cking clean. What their clients get up to, however, is none of their business. And their strict "look the other way, ask no questions" policy is what keeps them in business. That is until a new Tevinter client puts the MC in federal cross hairs. Ozet Adaar wants to protect his sister and save his club. When a Tevinter ambassador knocks him on his ass his heart is pulled in yet another direction and there's nothing more terrifying than knowing that he can't protect them all. His twin, Ozena, might consider herself "barely a mage" but that's still enough to damn her if the wrong people find her out. Federal scrutiny is the last thing they need. Maker only knows if they can shake it with their lives in tact.

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A/N: I realize that this is an extremely niche AU, so I won’t accrue much of a following on this one. But if you like Sons of Anarchy and Dragon Age, and want the mutant bastard child of that unholy union, maybe give this a look?

It wasn’t the harsh shove to his shoulder that knocked Zet down, but the kick to the back of his knee that went along with it. He caught himself on his hands and glowered back at the door as it slammed shut behind him, chest rising and falling at a furious tempo as he grit his teeth and reined in his anger. If there was ever a time to keep his cool, it was now. 

“Amatus.”

Focus snapping away from the door, panic flash froze his blood. There was a lone figure seated under the low hanging phosphorus bulb, which had been sent swinging by the slammed door and was now making the room’s shadows dance. Clothes better suited to an art journal than a fashion magazine were rumpled and torn. He looked like he’d been yanked from a runway and dragged behind a truck going 50 down inner city backroads.

“Dorian.” He scrambled onto his feet and launched himself the two yards between them, falling on his knees in front of the russet skinned human and desperately staring up at his down turned face. Anger like he’d never felt before burned too cold to melt the ice crystallized in his veins. It fogged his mind, the chilled mist of dry ice fuming dangerously in his chest.

Zet lifted his hand to Dorian’s face but hesitated before touching him. His hand hovered centimeters from the crimson gloss of his skin, steady despite the guilt clawing his chest open. On a growl he swore, “I’m going to kill every last one of them.”

They’d hurt him, his beautiful Vint, they’d dared to put a fucking hand on him. His face was ballooned and bloody, beaten so badly that his right eye was swollen almost completely shut. The blade straight line of his nose was bent. Sinfully soft lips --that Zet had taken to trailing calloused fingertips over-- were now split, fat despite the blood covering his whole face so thickly his neck and shirt were drenched in it. Soaked crimson from the collar of his shirt down his chest, blood had even dripped onto his pant legs.

It flowed from the cut on his brow and trailed down his temple to blend with the gash on his cheek. More blood poured from his broken nose, joining the trickle from his split lip. Blood dripped along his jaw and down his neck in a slick scarlet that matched the red closing around Zet’s vision. When they got out of this room someone was going to answer for this. Someone was going to pay for hurting him.

Grunting, Dorian lifted his head just high enough to meet Zet’s gaze. He stared at him with fervent grey eyes and bit out a pained, “You came.”

“Of course I came,” replied Zet on an incredulous scoff. He crawled closer, pushing himself between Dorian’s spread knees. He reached up to his face again, wanting so badly to cup the man’s cheek in his hand, but reluctant to hurt him any more than he’d already been. Instead Zet pushed the damp clumps of Dorian’s hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear, softly murmuring, “You didn’t actually think that I wouldn’t come for you, did you?”

Dorian leaned his face into Zet’s hand as it lingered near his ear, wincing only slightly as he nuzzled into his palm, eyes shut, breath shuttering. “I hoped you weren’t fool enough to walk knowingly into a trap.”

He forced a weak smile onto his mouth. “Come on, babe, you know me better than that.” The pained grimace that followed Dorain’s scoff wiped the small smirk from his mouth. Still too reluctant to hurt him to touch him the way he wanted to, all he could do in that moment was hold Dorian’s cheek in his palm and stare at him ruefully. “You’re only here because of me,” was Zet’s quiet rebuke, each word drenched with more guilt than Dorian’s shirt was with blood. 

He was supposed to protect the people that he loved. How could he had let things get so out of control?

He turned his face in Zet’s hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm, holding his breath until the pain of it passed. “I knew what you were when this started, Amatus, and I fell in love with you anyway.”

Not at all liking the finality of Dorian’s tone, the “thanks for the good times” he could feel waiting in the wings, Zet pushed off from his knees and rounded the chair that they’d propped him up on. Ears too full of his heartbeat for him to hear his own thoughts, he inspected the zip ties securing Dorian’s wrists behind his back.

In that second he wished he was more like his sister. Ozena would know what to say to deflect the semi-fatalistic tension coming off of Dorian in waves. She’d have said something like, ‘I warned you you would,’ or ‘yet, supposedly, I’m the fool.’ In the face of Dorian beaten bloody, tied to a chair, and disconnected from his magic, Zet was too caught up in his urgency to bother with sass. They didn’t have a lot of time, and he needed to get Dorian out of here more than he needed to break the tension.

“The others are coming,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled at the sturdy nylon material securing Dorian’s wrists together, testing their give. Confirming that there wasn’t much, he removed his keys from his pants pocket and searched the key-ring for the folding knife hidden within the glinting metal pieces. 

“Here I thought you were the cavalry.”

The zip ties snapped with a little effort and a grunted, “I’m the distraction.” He thumbed the knife back into place then shoved his keys into his pocket.

“Don’t I know it.” Dorian moved his arms in front of him and rubbed at his wrists. He pushed himself out of the chair with a groan only for his knees to buckle under his weight. 

Zet stepped in in an instant, his hand grasping firmly at Dorian’s elbow and holding his weight as the mage found his footing. He watched, guilt-ridden, as Dorian hissed and held his ribs. Voice a low timbre that was more vibration than sound, he swore, “I’m going to get you out of here.”

Blinking the blood from his eyes, Dorian turned his gaze up at Zet and tried for that smirk that had once come so easily to him. “Don’t you mean ‘us’, Amatus?”

He stared into those grey eyes for a long, silent moment.  No . The confession caught in his throat and choked him. Zet wasn’t likely to make it out of this alive and, so long as Dorian and Ozena survived the night, he was okay with that. Before he could say as much to the mage reading the truth in his face as clearly as if he were saying it out loud, the door to the room opened. The darkness on the other side was broken by a red glow before his eyes could adjust. But it didn’t matter. He knew what he was facing, and he knew he’d face worse if it meant saving the man he loved. 

He reached blindly for Dorian’s hand, needing the comfort more than he did his next breath. “Stay close,” he muttered when he meant to say, “I love you.”

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Do you take original writing prompts?? If you do, maybe "Hey, you won't f*cking GUESS who I found in the middle of the desert." not to sure about what characters to include though, maybe Wilford??

This was a delight to write, all things considered, thank you so much for this!

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Dark didn’t usually care about the well-being of the other Egos too much so long as they were productive and not dead.

Wilford did care, though. Because this was his family. And Anti tagged along on Wilfords adventures, big or small, because Wilford knew how to make watching paint dry interesting. Finding Egos was gonna be a blast.

Wilford noticed something was off when one morning, he walked into the kitchen and found that there was a full jar of peanut butter, untouched, in the cupboard. The deal hadn’t been cracked or anything.

To anyone else this may have seemed totally fine and not concerning even in the slightest, but it indicated one thing in the Ego household.

King of the Squirrels hadn’t come in yet.

Typically King was an outdoorsy type, and you could basically smell it on him. But every morning, before the sun even rose, he’d come into the kitchen through the window, open the jar, take a huge scoop with his hand and take it outside again. The Jim’s has caught it on camera once. It was actually dry sweet, it not a little gross.

So an untouched jar of of the ol’ PB was weird. On a hunch, Wilford set out to find Oliver, the least intimidating of the Googles.After his coffee.

“Oli! I need something.”Oliver turned around from talking to the other IRL units with a big smile.

“Hello, Wilford! What can I help you with today?”

“I need to look at Kings search history. Trust me, this is probably important.”

Oliver looked blank for a moment, before smiling at Wilford again.

“I’m sorry, Wilford. But you need admin permission for -“

Wilford held up his hand.“I know I have admin permission, Oliver. Dark gave it to me ages ago.”

Oliver sighed, as if he had failed something. Clearly Dark didn’t actually want Wilford to have any real control over the IRL units. So they compromised by setting one little failsafe.

“Alright, but I’ll need the verbal password.”

Wilford looked thoughtful for a second.

“…Fischfuck?”

“Access granted.”

Wilford looked a little proud of himself, as he scrolled through Kings history. His suspicions had been more or less confirmed, although he didn’t think King would have gone THAT far. How the hell did he catch a plane!?

Wilford dragged Anti off of the couch where he had been lounging with Dark, said toodles and they poofed out of existence.

Later on that day, around dinner time, Dark was getting rather peeved that the two had still not returned. It had been hours, and he was bored, damn it.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers and letting his aura rumble when he saw that familiar cloud of pink, along with… sand? And then all at once, three figured poofed just above the table with - yep, yeah, that was definitely sand.

Dark stood back, a little shocked.Anti spoke first.

“Hey Darky, you won’t fuckin’ GUESS who we found in the desert!”

Wilford looked a tad offended.

“I didn’t guess, I knew where he’d be and we found him thusly!”

Wilford picked up Kings unconscious form from the table and carried him, bridal style to the sink where he managed to feed a very weak King some peanuts and water. King, with what little energy he had, curled up a little in Wilfords arms, and Anti audibly aww’d.

“Why on Earth was King in the middle of the desert?”Dark crossed his arms, in lieu of knowing how to look confused and in control at the same time.

“He was looking up different species of squirrels and heard rumours of some that could exist in baron landscapes. Turns out he didn’t fare quite as well.”

Wilford slumped down, King still in his arms, and he held him like a small child as he gave the poor capped man sips of water.

Anti walked up to Dark and elbowed him in the side.

“Pretty cute, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Ye didn’t need to say it. I could see it in ye face. Ye like it when he gets all… sweet and responsible.”

Dark blushed, inasmuch as he could blush. He turned a few shades darker. But it was still grey.