#and then this us the next message i received from her lmfao

[anotherpapercut]

my mom just texted me for the first time since July 28th

[gingerjolover]

Unspoken - Lucy Dacus x fem!reader

Synopsis: Lucy and Crew!Reader don't have to say it but they're in looooove

G's notes: Thank you guys for all the support :') I have had the shittiest month and feel so grateful for all the sweet messages and encouragement I've received. Things are finally returning to normal, so this is literally like 1/5 stories I have to post! (lmfao)

Julien fic is up next!!!

WC: somewhere around 1.2k...again

Warnings: RPF, smoking ciggies, kissing, julien calling you punk, swearing ig

feedback is appreciated and welcomed but pls be kind!

boygenius, “the tour,” 25 shows come and gone. It’s dark outside, the Red Rocks amphitheater slowly emptying, fans and crew alike buzzing from a fantastic performance to end the US leg of the tour. It's hard to tell if the elevation in Colorado is dizzying or if the post-show high is slowly infiltrating the band. 

You and Julien are sitting backstage, hoodie-clad and shivering but still leaning against the back of a truck, smoking cigarettes out of sight from the exiting crowd. “You sure you don't wanna help them?” you ask Julien teasingly, pointing to the crew loading equipment into the vans. “Oh fuck off!” Julien laughs; it's obvious she’s staying as far away as clean up as possible, her willingness to help often making it harder for the crew.

Lucy approaches the two of you, changing out of her stage uniform into a pair of flowy pants and a hoodie. Her eyes glimmer, her cheeks flushed, and her hair slightly messed up from pulling her hoodie over her head. She smirks as she walks closer to you, the tension rising as you stare at each other, smiling.  

There’s something unspoken, not quite a relationship but more than a friendship, bubbling beneath the surface. Julien smirks, noticing the tension, coughing softly before taking another drag herself. 

Lucy leans beside you and takes your cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling a puff of smoke,

"How about that show?" Lucy says. "It felt like it went by in a blink."

You can’t help but let out a contented sigh, nodding in agreement. Having spent hours on the road with the band, working and chatting, it's impressive how fast shows fly by. 

“You did great, Luce, like always,” you smile, eyes twinkling, tucking some of Lucy’s hair behind her ear. 

Lucy smiles back at you brightly, her lipstick slightly messed up from kissing Phoebe and Julien on stage. She leans her head against your shoulder, enjoying the closeness. There's something so familiar and comforting about you; Lucy knows she can trust you with anything, and the natural connection that seems beyond words is evident to everyone around them.

You nonchalantly kiss Lucy’s forehead, avoiding Julien’s teasing eyes and wide smirk. Glaring at Julien, you turn your head away to take a drag from the cigarette.

Lucy's face flushes at the touch of your lips. What’s seemingly a quick, innocent kiss on the forehead makes her heart race.

“Jules… you want the rest of this?” you ask, holding up your cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth, away from Lucy.

"Nah, I'm good," Julien responds, smirking. She looks between you and Lucy, giving Lucy a subtle, knowing smile.

You hold out the cig for Lucy, waiting for her to take it between her lips.

She gently takes it, nodding playfully in thanks. She inhales and lets out a slow stream of smoke. Without thinking, her gaze drifts downwards, staring at your lips.

“Pretty,” you mumble softly, pulling the cigarette from her mouth. 

Lucy blinks and looks back up at you, blushing and embarrassed at having been caught staring at your lips. She keeps a minor distance between you both, leaning against the truck. You take another drag on the cigarette and smile, maintaining eye contact with Lucy.

"You look pretty good yourself," Lucy quips playfully, surprising the both of you.

“You feel okay? Still flushed from the show?” you ask, noticing Lucy’s pink cheeks, thumbing the meat of Lucy’s warm cheek. 

Lucy flushes even more, trying to stay composed and ignore her growing attraction, but her feelings are becoming more apparent.

"Yeah," she replies, attempting to act nonchalant. "Just...still processing everything, I guess." Lucy takes another drag on the cigarette and watches as the smoke evaporates in the cold night air.

“I’m gonna go grab Pheebs,” Julien says, awkwardly exiting. She’s a few yards away when she turns around, wiggling her eyebrows and winking at you. 

Widening your eyes at Julien, you turn back to Lucy, smiling at her softly. “So, you ready for Europe?” you tease Lucy, staring at her eyes and lips. 

Lucy nods and huffs out a breath, slightly taken aback by your teasing expression. She doesn't know how to respond, not often getting stuck like this; her eyes are drawn to your lips again.

"For sure," Lucy replies with a forceful laugh, attempting to sound chill.

"I've heard that European crowds are even more enthusiastic than back home, so hopefully, you’re prepared,” you tease in a sing-song voice, leaning closer. 

Lucy crushes the cigarette on the ground with a slight grin. "So... what about you? Are you ready for the next leg of the tour?" she asks, biting her bottom lip.

“I’ll only be seeing y’all in a few cities, unfortunately,” you pout, “but I’ll be back on the fall leg,” you reassure, stepping closer again.  

Lucy's cheeks flush ever so slightly at your remark, her smile dipping momentarily when she realizes there will be some separation soon, having gotten used to your presence working on the tour.

"Well, I’ll miss you while you're away," Lucy says softly. “I… I mean, we all will, you know, because you are such a big part of the crew…” Lucy trails off, swallowing the lump in her throat as she stares into your eyes. You grab her hand, rubbing it with your thumb. 

A brief silence passes, and Lucy breaks it again, her voice softer.

"I..." she stops, finding it difficult to say what she wants.

“You don’t have to say anything Luce,” you murmur, interlocking your fingers, eyes staring into Lucy’s, dropping to her lips. “I feel it too,” you say softly, smiling widely. 

Lucy's eyes go wide. She hadn't anticipated that response and hesitated momentarily before leaning closer toward you. She brushes her lips gently against yours, a moment of pure intimacy. Holding the kiss for a few moments as if time had stopped moving.

Lucy slowly pulls away and looks at you, her heart racing. She can feel the heat from the kiss on her lips, and her entire body is awash with emotion. She looks back into your deep eyes and tries to control herself.

Your smile widens, leaning back into Lucy, connecting your lips again. Your hand cradles her jaw, tongue softly sliding against Lucy’s. 

Lucy's hand moves up to your waist, pulling you closer.  You share a passionate kiss, mouths pressed together with a growing intensity. Lucy's body trembles, and her heart pounds rapidly in her chest. She can feel your shaky breaths between kisses, and the sound of her pulsing heart fills her ears.

You kiss for several more seconds before finally pulling apart. A deep silence hangs in the air before you lean forward again to brush your lips against Lucy's cheek.

“Hey punk, you got a light?” Julien calls to you somewhere hidden backstage, likely standing with other crew members. 

Leaning back to not yell in Lucy’s ear, “Coming,” you shout, rolling your eyes and making Lucy giggle. 

Some of the band is approaching Lucy, so you turn to her gently. “I’ll be back, yeah?” before leaning to kiss the corner of her mouth. 

Lucy watches you walk away, her eyes trailing down your body. She’s distracted as she greets the band, leaning up against the truck with her, with a small smile despite so much left unspoken.

[nemirutami]

hi i was curious what fic you were refering to in your minato/akechi art :>??

It's a fic i've been writing on and off for a year now but i havent posted it anywhere yet haha.... unless?

In summary: It's about Akechi finding new work at a company called R.E.I (reliable, experienced, innovative) where Minato is the CEO (and widower) with a child Akechi comes to know as Rei (yep Minato named the company after his daughter). The fic focuses on all 3 influencing each other and helping each other cope/grow from their traumas but is also my biggest excuse to write cute scenes where Akechi gets to have an adopted daughter and be the dad he never got to be (he's terrible at it). If you're wondering "why would Minato hire Akechi" then don't worry. He has a very good reason. Minato hired Akechi because Akechi gave him shitty customer service and Minato took one look at him and said "I can adjust his attitude." now Akechi works for Minato bc he's an idiot. Most the fic is also me writing them comedically stupid and sad and very stupid. Oh, and I guess they kiss maybe. But really it's about broken people building a family w/o knowing. I made the fic as a joke and that's why it can't be named anything other than "Is it wrong to hit on my boss?" I've made a ton of art for it (some which I guess i've already posted alluding to the fic). I did make a cover sketch for it tho! There's a bunch of foreshadowing in the items on display (but it's too sketchy to make out I'm sure).

The 100k part of this fic is already up on patreon but I'm writing/editing the other 100K. So like, uh... 200+ pages of text and 29 chapters so far. In theory, the fic is already finished/has an ending, but I just need to fill in the gaps and tie plot points together.

If you're interested, I'll add the prelude/first chapter below the cut lmfao. It pretty much sets up the premise as tightly as possible in under 2K words. It has not been edited at all so take this abhorrently constructed first draft with no shame. You can judge my noodle words all you want but remember if you say a mean thing I will die.

Title: Is it wrong to hit on my boss?

Pair: Minake

Ch 1: That's not how this was supposed to go.

10 AM on the dot, to no one's surprise, he was flawlessly punctual as usual. Today was too important for missteps, and Akechi had carefully calculated each and every word he was going to use to land this job opportunity with one of Japan's biggest corporations in web development and online advertisement. Having worked at a low paying job for the most part (one with a boss that relentlessly attacked him and tried to convince him that he would amount to nothing, no less) didn’t prepare him for the call he received from R.E.I's founder about a new job opportunity. 

Cocky with confidence, he quit his job before the interview. 

After all, if this founder somehow went out of his way to request him, he must have done so with good reason.

With his hair tied back neatly into a ponytail and his shirt tucked beneath a more-than-a-little expensive looking business suit, he walked into the lobby, checked in, and got told to take the elevator up to the 3rd floor. He cocked his head curiously at the attendant before turning his gaze towards the elevator. Next to the elevator was a fire extinguisher for emergencies, and a metal plate outlining over 100 floors for the building. Naturally, there had to be some mistake. Floor 1 was considered the lobby, floor 2 was a storage for supplies and spare parts, and floor 3 was where their call center started. Their web developers were a fair bit higher up in the company, which made his directions only more confusing. What was a web developer supposed to do at a call center? While the thought of not having to fake a smile over the phone was comforting, the very image of having to do customer support 7 hours a day for the rest of his life put the fear of God in him.

"Pardon my rudeness, but there m-" Must be some mistake. The old lady at the counter was one step ahead of him and delivered her message with a sharp tone that left Akechi speechless.

"The founder's office is on the third floor," she interrupted her sentence with a huff, "-treat yourself to the coffee upstairs, you're gonna need it." and punctuated it with a dismissive wave of her hand. If more people hadn't entered the building and tried to take care of their own business, Akechi would have asked her to elaborate. But since he now for sure knew he was going to meet the founder, he decided not to make a scene.

"I… see. Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. I'm sure everything will go smoothly." But if they put him in a call center to provide customer support around the clock he was prepared to personally wire that black coffee maker into a homemade bomb and take down the whole building with him. While that thought crossed his mind, he smiled politely at the woman and took the elevator ride up.

Never in his life had he been so confused by a layout. He was aware of the building's size, but this was beyond ridiculous. The hallways almost looked like a maze, with paintings scribbled from wall to wall. Upon closer inspection, they looked like kids drawings. Either this was part of some PR stunt, or the founder was really into bright neon colors. If Akechi didn't hear the man on the other line himself and came here looking for a job, he'd expect to find a kindergarten at the other side of the many doors down the hall. His confidence was dwindling more and more with each step.

Once he reached the door he assumed would take him into the workplace where the founder was seated, he grasped at the handle only to find it locked. He blinked, and twisted the doorknob again, hoping it would open the door. When it didn't, he pulled a little harder until he heard a click from the other side, and noticed that the plate beneath the handle had the word "push" written in caps. Without thinking, he put far too much swing into his movement, and ended up smacking the poor sap on the other side that kindly unlocked the door for him, and the man's coffee poured right onto his suit and onto the floor in a loud mess.

"Ah, sorry!" He would have stayed and apologized properly if he wasn't at risk of running late. "If you give me a minute, I'll be right back and help you clean up!" and he was gone. He could have stayed and helped but chose to prioritize the meeting. In the end, that guy was out one cup of coffee and still had a stable income, whereas missing out on this interview might cost Akechi not only his career, but his livelihood. If this went south, he could wind up homeless. Unless he begged for his old job back.

No, the chill of winter would be less humiliating than going back on his hands and knees to the boss that not only demeaned him, but continuously plagiarized his work for his own benefit.

"Hewoo," In the midst of his early mid-twenties crisis, a soft voice spoke to him, but the only people he spotted were already head-deep in work. Another faint cry, this one, a bit more shy.

"Heo���" he turned his head down, and spotted a tiny girl hiding beneath a desk with her fist against her lips and her knees up to her chest. She looked about four years old, short curly hair with a clip-on to keep her bangs out of her eyes. Really, if she hadn't called out to him, he never would have spotted her in those shadows. He stared at her stupidly before turning his head up and asking if anyone brought their daughter to work. The girl shushed him, and got his attention once again.

"M, hidin…" 

"Ah," It was too early for a break, but he supposed someone might have taken some time off to call a responsible adult to come pick up their child from work. Still, he couldn't help but smile and crouch next to her, putting one finger over his lips with a whisper. "It's ok, I won't tell anyone." The little girl smiled so wide she was practically squinting. 

"Who r u…" He cocked his head slightly. Did she know most of the people on this floor? She spoke as if she knew he was a stranger. He shrugged it off. That can't be right. Must have been childish curiosity. 

"I'm Akechi Goro, and you?"

"Ake...ak...e...Aket…" She struggled and fumbled over her words, before she furrowed her brows with confidence and looked upset she couldn't yet pronounce his name.

"Gowo." He couldn't hold back a smile, and the little girl, now forgetting she's supposed to be hiding, shouts at him.

"Don't laff! That's mean!"

"Sorry!" His words said sorry, but his smile told her differently. At least, until his phone began beeping. It was now exactly 10 am.

"Sh-!" Too much in a hurry, he rushed to stand up quickly, and banged the back of his head against the table. He fell to his knees again, pushed down by the tabletop, and grabbed the back of his neck. The little girl, to no fault of her own, laughed at him without a shred of sympathy. Before he could get up on his feet, an arm patted him on the back.

"Hey, you ok?" He couldn't tell with his eyes closed, but the little girl mimicked the man's movements and reached her tiny hand out to pat Akechi's knee as if to comfort him. Before he could respond, he heard the man say "There you are!" followed by a tiny high pitched scream that honest to God was only giving Akechi a headache.

Still better than his old job, despite the abuse and trauma he's had to endure thus far.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the man that he accidentally slammed into squishing the little girl's cheeks, possibly as punishment.

"What did I tell you? You can't win."

"Mmmrmmmrrrr"

"Do you give up?" The child stubbornly stared him in the eye and only repeated her mumbling louder. The man sighed, but with the hint of a smile.

"Alright, go hide again." The joy in that little girl's eyes could part the skies on a cloudy day. She beamed and quickly ran off to hide elsewhere while the man covered his eyes and began counting. As soon as she was gone and he no longer heard the tip tap of feet, he got up and extended his hand towards Akechi.

"You look lost. Do you need any help?" This was humiliating. A kid laughing at him, he could handle, but a future coworker extending him his aid this early in their partnership was shameful. Especially since this was the same guy he left high and dry just moments ago.

"No, no, I'll be alr-" His voice was now much less sympathetic.

"Just take my hand." So much for debate. He didn't appreciate how everyone in this company cut him off mid-sentence, but took the other man's hand to get back up on his feet. As soon as he did, he got looked over rather thoroughly, a little too intensely to his liking.

"Doesn't look like you're bleeding, but if you're feeling dizzy, there's a nurse just two doors down to the left. She can examine you in case you've suffered any severe damage." His concern was flattering but unnecessary and sadly a waste of time.

"Haha, no worries. Actually... I need to get to the founder's office. Do you know where that is?" 

"Yes, but I wouldn't worry about t- Rei, don't climb the bookshelf! Junpei, will you-" 

"Aye, aye, boss! Come here you trouble bunny! How about you hop hop into bed and take a long looong nap? Man, uncle Junpei could use one too. I'll show you how it's done, like a pro!"

"Iori, sleep on the job and you're fired."

"Come on Philei, your dad is scary when he's talking to people that are not you!"

So much happened in the span of just a couple of seconds.

"...Rei?" He felt his blood run cold. "Her name is… Rei?" The man, somewhat confused that he was still standing there with a dumb look on his face, spoke as if this was basic knowledge Akechi should have known before stepping into the building.

"Of course, that's my daughter," he holds out his hand again, this time, expecting Akechi to shake it. "-and I'm the founder, Minato Arisato. And you are?"

Absolutely screwed.

[queeriboh]

okay I need to vent bc I literally literally can't stop thinking about it and just really. need to get it off my chest bc I feel so fucking crazy for just wanting to be paid the correct fucking amount

but like. the week of christmas. I went home early on Tuesday because I felt Bad. asked my HR-ETL (2nd highest position in store) to use my sick time to fill my hours for that day as I was on my way out. dope!

turns out I had Covid. so I missed Wednesday, was already scheduled off Thursday, and missed Friday. came back Saturday even though I was still positive and not totally up to steam, bc i was afraid of getting in trouble if I missed any more than that.

it used to be that we could log in to mytime on a computer at work and just. request vacation/sick pay, and see our balancea for each right there on the same screen. they recently changed it. the only way for us ourselves to submit PTO requests is by calling out through the app and submitting the request at the same time, OR going to HR and asking them to submit it retroactively for us. I'm old fashioned and I don't like calling out without actually calling the store, speaking to a leader, and explaining myself. which means I have to rely on HR to submit my requests.

there was no HR on that Saturday. or Sunday. I had to wait until Monday to ask our HR team member (NOT our HR-ETL/manager). she said that on Mondays the system locks and she wouldn't be able to put it in until Tuesday, but I wouldn't get it until my next paycheck (the one coming this friday). I asked her to use whatever sick time I had left and the rest as vacation time.

she didn't subtract the hours our HR-ETL had put in for the Tuesday I went home from my sick time balance, and submitted a request that was 4 hours more than what I had available.

now. a few things happened here that fucked me over.

1. we have a program called Daily Pay that allows us to take money from our upcoming paychecks early. I had been like, stuck in this cycle for a while where every paycheck was about $150 short, resulting in having to borrow from my next check indefinitely, and I had been working hard to get rid of that gap. I had JUST completely caught up the paycheck before this happened. but I had to take money from it to cover the missing PTO in order to pay rent.

I had sent myself about $200 to close the gap, but I didn't want to pay the fee, so I set it to receive on Monday. but then I decided I wanted to buy weed, so I tried to send myself another $120 but this time bite the bullet and pay the fee, only to get an error message saying instant transfers were down. I took that as god telling me to suck it up, so I just accepted it and went without. Monday came and my transfers hadn't shown up yet (which happens slme times when you schedule them on the weekend), so I gave in and instant transfered idk about $100 to buy weed finally. okay.

2. on that Tuesday, I saw $225 had been put in my account. I didn't think about it too much and juat assumed that failed instant transfer had actually gone through as a normal one. I didn't really take the time to process if it was right or not, I was just like "oh that sucks I'll just put as much of the extra as I can aside in my savings till I figure this out." so I did. I put $75 of it into my savings. thank god.

3. on that Tuesday, I also found out we got a different HR-ETL. surprise! now. I had requested a day off the week of New Year's like, back in December, before I had any idea I'd get Covid. so I had to ask this new HR-ETL to double check that I had submitted my PTO for that day off when I requested it, only for her to say she didn't have numbers in the system to check that yet. lol

4. TODAY. I found out that mystery $225 had actually been my PTO from the week after Christmas. oh!! I wish I would have known that, bc I would have done things differently lmfao. but okay. I'm pretty sure I made really bad financial decisions bc I did go out for tacos and spent like $50 during that extra day off, but I hadn't touched that $75 I set aside, and I didn't overdraft. that should have been fine.

but I was going to request an extra day off next month (I have about 40 hours of vacation time saved up and I gain about 4.5 hrs a paycheck, so I try to take one paid day off a month) and wanted to check my PTO balance after I had to use more than intended in December and found out that. when the HR team member put in my PTO from Covid, the time my old ETL had put in for the tuesday I left early hadn't been subtracted from my balance yet, and the HR team member didn't look or think to subtract it herself or let me know I only had a couple hours of it left. instead, she submitted 4 hours of sick time I did not have. instead of giving her an error message or something, the system just LET HER DO IT.

that $225 SHOULD have been closer to $295. but the overage that she submitted resulted in $68 and change being TAKEN OUT of my sick time payment!!!!!!! I just fucking!!! PAID Target $68 of ny sick time!!!!! because I couldn't just submit it myself and had to trust someone else!!!!!!!!!!

so I went to the new HR-ETL as soon as I saw what happened and asked her to fix it, but of COURSE today is Monday. so we have to wait till tomorrow to do anything. BUT. I was already paid out for that. like. I don't think she can cancel that at all now. she said she can submit my vacation time instead, but I do not think I'll get that sick time back. like yeah I'll be reimbursed that $68. but I don't think I can get back that actual sick time balance. I'm just going to lose 4 hours of sick time I could have used later.

I have absolutely no idea now much I'm going to get paid on Friday. I can check once it gets updated in Workday, but that won't be until Wednesday. I can't plan or budget or anything at all. I am so fucking stressed out. this year was supposed to start with my credit card and student loans being the ONLY finances I needed to worry about (which I'm going to put my entire tax refund toward)

and on top of this I haven't even been able to get one commission since Christmas

I'm so fucking tired of money issues

[godlygreta]

behind the lens | all

title | behind the lens

summary | a delicious job opportunity presents itself, how can you say no?

warnings | MAJOR !! NSFW 18+ CONTENT

there are: protected and unprotected sex, voyeurism, being filmed, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), lots of teasing, overstimulation, pet names, dom/sub dynamic, exhibitionism, smoking, drinking alcohol, cream pie, tattoo jake (yes, that’s a warning), orgasm denial, use of a vibrator, spanking, being tied up

word count | 15k+

author’s note | this is so fucking whore knee and fucking LONG i’m sorry for this novel of a fic lmfao i’m glad i wrote it lmfao. anyways... i hope y’all enjoy this !! this is for all my slutty lil bebes :)

thank you to the sweetest, kindest, amazing-est, and horniest editor on planet earth, @screechesincoherently -- you are my moon & all of my stars  ｡.｡:∞♡*♥

You never wanted to get into porn necessarily.

It was more of a convenience thing than anything. You had student debt you had to pay off, ridding yourself of the letters they would send reminding you of their existence. You always added it onto the pile of things you had to pay. You kept up with payments, although it was never that much at a time. If you had extra money left over after paying for rent, extra utilities, and groceries, it essentially was split between gas money and your student debt.

You knew some pornstars made a decent amount of money. You had even done a little research into how much they make, although you had run into a few instances of people not getting paid the way they should. And so, besides the general research you did into the wages, you also looked into various websites, who needed new actresses, as they called them. 

The website you had landed on was vastly different from the ones you had seen. It was discreet, taking you to a separate website depending on the ‘actress’ you picked; it was almost like their own personal websites, leading to an entire filmography of one specific person.

The directors even had their own little filmography pages. There were only a few directors, only one of them being a man. His name wasn’t displayed for obvious reasons, but his initials were: JMK, and you clicked on the little ‘About Me’ section underneath his photo, bringing you to an entire list of his works. It took you a second to realize that not only did he direct some of them, but he was also starring in some of them.

You clicked on one video in particular, where the screengrab looked like he was subbing. And he was.Your eyes only widened at how beautiful he was, pinned underneath a beautiful woman. Hands handcuffed to the metal bars of the headboard, head against the wall while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her hand went at a relentless speed, slowing down every time JMK mentioned he was going to cum.

You scrolled through a few of his other videos, briefly watching the ones he had directed. They were beautiful - more like actual movies than porn. The editing was out of this world and the color scheme was always fitting. All the videos you had thought of when you thought of porn was what PornHub had.

It was easy enough to apply, sending in your contact information and your availability. You got an email within the day asking when you could possibly meet up for an interview. You agreed that next week Tuesday was alright for the both of you. He texted your number after asking if that way of communication was alright for you, which it was. Just a brief message telling you what cafe to meet him at and what time.

And then Tuesday came.

The week went by fast and with each day passing by, you got increasingly more nervous. You had no idea why. It wasn’t like this was your only source of income, you had a few other jobs that brought in a decent amount of money. You could live off of it, but you could always use a little more.

You picked at your fingertips and bit at the inside of your lips – a nervous habit you hadn’t been able to kick since it developed in high school. You sat at a table in the corner, a little nook, tucked away from the rest of the cafe population. Your iced chai sat between your hands as you did some light reading on your laptop, just a year away from getting your degree. Your hands, though, abandoned your coffee as you began to type into a Word document your response to the prompt your professor had given you, hoping to God that you met the word requirement.

It wasn’t until he had sat down next to you and whispered a ‘hello’ that you stopped typing. You looked up from your laptop, seeing the man from the video in front of you. You shut your laptop and pushed it to the side and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I was just doing some work. Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you too. So, you want to join our agency, if you will?” You nodded. “Do you have any previous experience in the business?”

“No, I-I don’t. I’m a fast learner though.” He hummed, looking you up and down as if he was determining your worth as an employee.

“You’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, taking a sip from your cup.

“I think you’d be great for our company, if you’d like to be a part of it and would be comfortable being on camera like that. But I would like for you to stop by the studio and get a feel for the place before you fully commit to working for us.”

“I’ve got time today if you do.”

The studio was clean. That was the first thing you noticed. It was a house him and other members of their company rented out within a more calm side of the city. It was ironic - considering all of the things they filmed there. It was bigger than you expected it to be, every room was designed to fit a theme, colors ranged from plain white to a blood red color. There was someone who was going to be shooting in the Blue Room, as they called it; all their rooms were named by their color.

The more you learned about their set up, the more Josh talked to you about the various coworkers you would have, him included. “We establish consent very early on, before any of the scenes you film. You meet about a week ahead of filming, go over what the video is gonna be on and then everything you’re comfortable with, especially if you’re filming with someone else. If you only want to do straight porn, you definitely can, but if you’re open to lesbian porn as well we can do that. We only want to do what you’re comfortable with.”

You looked around the Blue Room and watched as someone walked in. He had longer, brown hair. He looked very similar to Josh. Josh spoke as if he was reading your mind, “That’s Jake, he’s my twin. We built this company together, actually.”

“Do you direct the porn he’s in?” You asked.

“No, not usually. I’ve done it a few times but only because nobody else is available. I’d rather not see any of my brothers naked, you know?”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, our little brother Sammy works with us too. He came along when he turned eighteen. He’s twenty two now.” You nodded, thinking to yourself that four years is a long time. You licked your lips and continued on with the tour, going into one of the two bathrooms the house had, seeing someone brushing through their wet curls. “That’s Danny. He’s not a brother, but he basically is one to us now. He’s been with us for two years - he wasn’t ready when Sammy was.”

“Hi, Danny.” You waved to him, the familiar feeling of heat washing over your cheeks, painting them a light pink. He smiled back at you, eyes raking up and down your figure. “Would I be working with him?”

“Yes, but you’d be working with all of us at some point. But if you have preferences after a while, we can work with those. When you first start, I’d like you to work with everyone at least once before you decide on a regular, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds reasonable.” You nodded, arms crossing over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe to one of the smaller rooms, turned into what you figured was Josh’s office.

“We’re gonna give you a few days to think, give you time to actually mull it over. If you’d like to work with us, shoot me a text when you finish reading this contract and filling it out - everything is marked where you should sign or initial; yellow is initials, and the pink highlighted sections are where your signature is needed.” He spoke, handing you over a stack of papers. “Are you okay with that?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll have Jake take you back – just let him know where you’d like to go.” He called for his brother, his footsteps bounding through the halls after a few seconds. He was dressed, button up shirt only half buttoned with a pair of jeans and some loafers. He offered you a smirk as Josh spoke to him about what he was to do. “Make sure she gets back safely, okay?”

“Of course.” He winked at you before motioning with his head for you to follow him. The vehicle he led you to was a beat up, old, dark green pickup truck. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were completely inside before shutting the door. He hopped into the driver’s seat, putting his key in the ignition before making the car roar to life. “Where to, my lady?”

“The cafe on Ninth Street please. I only live a few blocks from the place, I can walk the rest of the way. It’s a little hidden.”

“Sure thing.”

“Maybe you’d want to grab a coffee with me before you have to head back? Keep me company while I finish up a paper?” You asked, hoping that he would say yes. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between you and the road ahead of him.

“I’d love to.” He spoke, eyes looking into yours while his truck stopped at a red light. His stare was intimidating – alluring nonetheless. If you weren’t going to sign the contract before, you were sure as hell going to sign it now. As long as you could stare into Jake’s eyes like that more often, you’d do anything to be able to work with him.

The cafe had calmed down and the little nook you had sat in earlier with Josh was still open. You slid into the little booth, putting your stuff down on the table. As soon as your stuff was set up the way you wanted it, you rejoined Jake in line. To pass the time between the people ahead of you two’s orders and your own, you decided to ask some questions. “Do you like your work?”

“You mean do I like being a pornstar?���

“I wanted to be more respectful.”

“You don’t have to be,” he whispered, lips brushing against the cartilage of your ear. “And yes, I do. I like my work. Good pay, I don’t have to work with anyone I don’t like. It’s nice. Nicer than any office job.”

“What type of porn do you film?”

“Straight porn mostly. Sometimes I’ll do smaller solo projects for the website. The ladies love me.” He winked, nudging you with his elbow. You chuckled slightly, hoping that nobody was listening in to your conversation. “What’re you thinking about filming? If you join us, of course.”

“Probably straight porn too. Get comfortable with it and then open my options.”

“That’s a good idea, safe, too.” The cashier called for the two of you to come up to the register next. You ordered another iced chai, even though you were pretty sure you probably didn’t need a second coffee. It didn’t shock you when Jake ordered his coffee, black with no creamer or sugar in it. “You gonna come work with us, you think?”

“I’m leaning more towards yes. It’s a comfortable environment and it helps that my coworkers are hot.” You chided. You went to hand the cashier a twenty, but Jake was too quick, pulling out his card and handing it over towards her. You gave him a slight death glare before continuing on with your thought. 

“Josh said it took Danny awhile to come work with all of you.”

“Yeah. To put it briefly, and without exposing his business, he just wasn’t ready for this line of work. He needed to learn a bit more about himself and stuff.” The cashier called out both of your names, handing both of you your drinks.

“I’m glad he waited til he was ready. Nobody should be forced into doing anything they’re not ready for or comfortable with.” Jake nodded, smiling as he slid into the seat across from yours. “What’re you working on?”

“We have to respond to a reading we did two nights ago. I’m almost done with it. It’s gotta be seven hundred words and I’m at five-fifty right now.” You turned your laptop to face him, showing him the writing prompt and the response you had so far. “We’re learning about Medieval Lore, so right now, we’re learning about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. There are some historians who don’t think King Arthur truly existed, but they can’t necessarily disprove or prove anything. The battle of whether or not he was real still continues today.”

“That’s interesting, I always thought the story of King Arthur was just a myth based on an actual figure within history.”

“I did, too.” You moved your eyebrows up once while taking a sip from your cup. He finished reading it while you waited impatiently for him to finish. You had become distracted by his mouth, the way he licked over his bottom lip as he read your response. His lips looked soft. You wondered how long it would be before you got to kiss them with your own.

“It’s a good response so far, I like that you bring it back around to the influence in modern day Earth. You highlight the importance of lore, too, which I think is cool.” He turned your laptop back towards you, allowing you to take back over and finish your homework.  “You know, if you do join our company, you’ll be able to come up with your own name – something to keep your real identity safe, if you wanted to.”

“I’d be Pandora.”

“You already know what name you’d want?” He asked, taking the last of his coffee into his mouth.

“I’ve done some thinking about it,” you giggled slightly, hidden behind the rim of your cup.

“Why Pandora?” He asked, mind trailing through all the dirty jokes that could revolve around the name - admittingly falling towards “Pandora’s Box” being a majority of them.

“It’s one of Saturn’s moons. I would’ve done one related to Venus, but Venus doesn’t have any moons.”

“I didn’t know you were into space like that.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Jake.”

“Not yet.”

When you had finally returned home, you had turned in your homework assignment and exchanged numbers with Jake. The two of you had been texting nonstop since you had gotten home. You wanted Jake to let you know that he had gotten back safely with no bruises or scrapes, and he did. You tried to stop the smile that started to grow on your face, but you couldn’t help it. The idea of working with Jake made you excited.

You had hoped that your application and everything would get approved relatively quickly after you mailed Josh your contract with all the highlighted sections initialed and signed. You had finished signing it and everything the night Jake brought you back, sending it out to the mail the next morning. Josh had even texted you once he received the manila folder in the mail, sending a photo of it with a text that read, “I’ll be reviewing this and hopefully will see you soon” adorned with a winky face at the end.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, even in class you would religiously check your phone for another text from Josh, letting you know when you could start working.

Three days later, after Josh had received the manila envelope, he finally texted you, “Since it’ll be your first film ever as well as with us, you get to pick who you’d like to do it with. We’ve got a few options that will be done throughout the next couple months. Before you film though, I will need you to show up with physical proof that you have no sexually transmitted diseases. Standard procedure.”

After you shot him a quick text back letting him know that you’ll schedule one for the closest date, you immediately ran to call your doctor’s office, scheduling a test with them. It would take another week before they were able to squeeze you in, which didn’t help your enthusiasm to work with Josh.

The week-long wait was worth it, sending you home with a clean bill of health. They gave you a printed version of your results, immediately texting Josh that you’d be on the way relatively soon. You hadn’t heard back from him by the time you arrived at their house of operations, shoving your phone into your back pocket before getting out of your car.

Your heartbeat increased as you made your way to the door, hesitating as you held your knuckles over the door. Was this a good idea? Surely it was, given the fact that you had to get tested before working with them, ensuring you wouldn’t transmit anything to the people you were going to be working with. You mulled it over in your mind for a few moments, finally deciding that this was the right idea. And with as much confidence as you could muster, you knocked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat in anticipation across the table from Danny. Josh had an idea, of which the two of you could figure out together. Essentially, he just wanted the two of you to play around with different plots, but gave you the guidelines of: Danny being the submissive, you being the dominant. It intimidated you slightly, not having been on top a whole bunch of times. “If you don’t have any ideas, I have a few we can work with.”

“Please.”

“We can play around with the boy and girl next door. If you’d like.” He offered as his caramel eyes looking into yours. “Naughty girl next door.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked, trying your hardest to hide within your face how much you truly liked the idea.

“I’m comfortable with a lot of things, but I don’t prefer doing anything anally, unless we’ve got a shit ton of time to prep for that.”

“You do not have to worry about that, I’m not a big fan of anal or anal play, so we’re solid. Are you alright with choking?”

“Yes, very much so. Are you?” You nodded in response to his question. “That’s good to know. I’m curious though. Why did you pick me to start with? Most people pick Jake or Josh.”

“You’re pretty. Is that a good enough reason?”

“It is.”

“So, obviously everyone goes by a different name. Is there anything you want me to call you instead of Danny?” You asked, eyes raking over his figure. You were entranced by his beauty, you almost didn’t hear his response.

“You can just call me D, or any pet names. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, do you think you two could film this later tonight?” Josh asked, interrupting your discussion with Danny. “I don’t know what your schedules look like.”

“I’m free, all of my classes are online.”

“I’m free too.”

“That’s great, I’ll have both of you sent to the basement to get some different clothes on. The ones you’re wearing are fine, but this way you have options if you want them.” Josh brought the two of you down to the basement. It was lined with clothes racks, all of the women’s sizes were on one side, men’s on the other while unisex sized clothing laid in the middle. It varied from extra small, to triple ‘x’ extra large. Your fingers scanned through all the different clothing items, landing on a pair of shorts that were going to be way too small (but would show off your ass nicely) and a baggier t-shirt. You noticed that Danny landed on a pair of athletic shorts that Nike made, grey in color.

“I think this will be good. You find your clothes?” You asked, throwing the clothes over your arm. He nodded, holding up his pair of shorts. “Only the shorts?”

“You want me to wear a shirt?”

“Nope. I’m good with you not wearing one.” You nodded, a smug look on your face. Josh brought the two of you back upstairs, heading into the Grey Room. The set up inside the room was neutral, a bed with a desk lining one of the empty walls. Inside the closet was clothes that were never worn. The room was filled with various stock-like photos of the boys, all from lots of nights out. The plants that filled the room were all fake, never once needing to be watered. The room itself was incredibly clean. “We’ll be filming this in this room?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “We should get changed and stuff before we film.”

“We should. Are you changing in here, or in one of the bathrooms?”

“I was just gonna change right here. You can too, if you want.”

“Okay.” You slipped off your shoes before unbuttoning your jeans. You slid them down your legs, showing Danny your underwear that was filled with cherries. He chuckled slightly, pulling his shirt over his head. You pulled your shirt over your head as well and began to unclasp your bra. “Danny, could you help me? I can’t reach it.”

“Yeah, of course,” he spoke, moving towards you. His fingertips were warm against your skin as he undid your clasp, allowing you to slip out of your bra. He noticed the bruises on your sides from where your bra continually stabbed you in the ribs. He didn’t say a word. You finished putting on the clothes you were going to wear. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning around to admire your ass in the shorts you chose. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You smirked slightly, noticing that Danny was looking too. “Like what you see?”

“Maybe I do.” Josh came in with his camera, looking at the two of you. His eyebrows raised, asking silently if the two of you were ready. “Give me just one second, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

The nerves hid beneath your skin, but the feeling that lingered underneath that was excitement. You had made your own little films before, mostly for your own pleasure. You’d rewatch the videos you had taken of you and your ex, watching it anytime you needed pleasure and they weren’t home. After you broke up, you deleted them out of respect for them. Josh had Danny exit the room for a few moments, wanting to film the sweet, innocent neighbor boy walking in on the naughty neighbor girl pleasuring herself.

What a storyline, you thought, as well as how exciting it was.

Josh directed you to scroll through your phone aimlessly, through whatever app you wanted to. He only asked that at some point, you snake your hand down into your shorts, playing with yourself.

You did what he asked. Scrolling through your Instagram feed, easily finding all of the boys. You scrolled through all of their pages, many of the pictures on Danny’s page included pictures of him and Sammy. The two of them looked so good, especially shirtless. The wetness that pooled between your legs didn’t shock you one bit. In fact, the thought of being between them turned you on more. The door creaked open, but you paid almost no mind to it while you let little curses tumble from your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t –”

“You’re okay,” you spoke. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Can you help me, maybe?”

“H-Help you?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bed. You nodded, removing your hand from your shorts and grabbing his. “Help you how?”

“I want to cum so bad, but I just can’t seem to. Can you help me, D? Will you help me cum?” You asked faking innocence, eyes staring into Danny’s even harder than they were before. He nodded, allowing your fingers to wrap around his wrist while you guided his hand into your shorts, toying at your clit.

“Maybe I could help you better if I was able to see what I was doing.” He spoke, eyes flickering between you and your dripping cunt. You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth. He helped you slide out of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs after lifting your hips. He tossed them to the other side of the room, falling away from where Josh was with the camera. “Do I have a pretty pussy, D?”

“Mhm, you do.” He moaned, becoming eye-level with your cunt. “Do you want me to use my mouth on you? Will that help you cum?”

“Yes, please.” You let out a gasp when his tongue collides with your hot skin, letting out a low moan. He took it upon himself to lick your pussy like that a few more times before he began getting experimental with his tongue, flicking it on your bud, drawing figure eights around your weeping hole. “Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

Your hand reached for his curls, using them as a leverage to guide him through your cunt. Your head was thrown back against the pillows as Danny’s mouth wrapped around your clit, fingers inching up your thighs. “Doin’ so good. You’re making me feel so good, D.”

“Do you want me to add my fingers? Will that make you cum faster?”

“Oh my God, yes.” Your voice squeaked, finishing out your sentence with a moan. The second Danny’s finger slipped into your hole, you let out another moan, louder than all the other ones you’ve let slip thus far. With every thrust of his finger, you enunciated the curse words. His fingers made you feel so good, taking their sweet time drawing moans from you. He’ll speed up his pace, slowing it down so you can feel every inch of his finger fill you up. “Fuck yeah, just like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up, sweetheart.”

He hummed against your pussy, the feeling of his fingers working you to the brink of an orgasm and his mouth as an aid made you feel drunk. Your moans became as labored as your breathing, chest rising and falling haphazardly as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord against his face, chasing the high that had been painted for you by Danny. “Fuck, fuck, shit.”

“Is there anything else I can do to make you cum? I wanna do my best for you.” He spoke, fingers moving slowly before retreating from your hole. You nodded whilst licking your lips.

“Will you fuck me?” You asked through your eyelashes, looking up into Danny’s eyes. “Let me cum all over your cock?”

“Yes, anything for you.” He nodded eagerly, removing the grey Nike shorts he was wearing along with his boxers, tossing them to fall with your underwear. “Could you take off your shirt? Let me see your beautiful tits, please.”

“Mhmm.” You pulled your shirt over your shoulders, tossing it to the side. You wanted to cover yourself up, hiding away the stretch marks that riddled your tummy and your breasts. Danny could sense your nerves, the sudden impending anxiety that crept up on you like a lion stalking its prey.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, hands holding your cheeks steady in place. The anxiety melted away with his wandering eyes, looking up and down your figure. His lips followed his eyes, placing themselves all over your open skin, littering your skin with bites along the way.

His lips connect with yours, his cock colliding with your hot core. His hips continually ground into you, letting his dick brush over your sensitive clit multiple times. He reached over to the bedside table, slipping on the condom while you watched him. You looked from his eyes down to his cock, trying your hardest not to marvel at his size while in view of the camera. 

“Can I fuck you now?” He asked, dick trailing through your folds, collecting your slick with the condom on. You nodded, biting at your lip. The second he slipped into your wanting hole, you let out a whine and threw your head back into the pillows. His hands grabbed at the headboard, using it as leverage to propel his hips forwards even more.

“You’re doing so good, D, such a good boy for me.” You whined, eyes fluttering closed at the constant slamming of Danny’s hips into yours. The delicious sound of his skin slapping against your own set your whole body on fire. You moved your leg from his hip, moving it to rest on his shoulder. His hand grabbed your shin, trapping your leg where it was. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Feel so good inside me, baby. You’ve got such a nice cock, fill me up so good.”

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” He moaned through his furrowed eyebrows, knuckles turning white against the headboard. You grabbed one of his forearms, making his hand let go of the headboard. His fingertips danced around the circumference of your neck, watching the way your pupils dilated at the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat. “You want me to choke you?”

“Yes please, you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He nodded, putting pressure on the sides of your neck. You moaned and he followed soon after, feeling the vibrations of your voice box beneath the palm of his hand. Your hand gripped his bicep, pulling your body upwards slightly as he continued to fuck into you.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke, hips becoming sloppy in their rhythm.

“Please, please come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You whispered through moans, feeling his hand slip from your shin to clit, swirling the bud around with his middle finger, applying more and more pressure the closer he got to his own orgasm. Your whines became high pitched, tits bouncing with the thrusts Danny was delivering. 

“Not without you.” Your heart came at that, even though you knew it was for the film. It still pulled at the heartstrings that connected to your pussy. A whole new rush of pleasure rolled throughout your body.

“So good, oh fuck, gonna come all over your cock.” You moaned, opening your eyes fully, looking at Danny and his face. You marveled at the way he licked his lips, the way his chest fell haphazardly with the impending orgasm coursing through his veins. You dug your nails into his shoulder, tugging at the skin slightly as your orgasm rocked through you, nails dragging down his arm. He groaned loudly, your scratching spurring his orgasm on him. His hips stilled and his cum spilled into the tip of the condom he was wearing, shoulders slouching as his orgasm passed.

He laid next to you, both of you out of breath after Josh yelled ‘cut’ really loud. You chuckled slightly, knowing that Josh was the only other person in the room save for you and Danny. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Y/N! Are you sure you’ve never done porn before?”

“Pretty sure.” You laughed, sitting yourself up on your elbows. Danny peeled off the bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor and handing them over to you. “Thanks, Dan.”

“‘Course. Thanks for letting me be your first.” He shot you a wink, sliding the shorts up his legs without putting his boxers back on. He disappeared out of the room and let you get situated back in your clothes.

“How was that for your first time?”

“Really fucking cool.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next week was a little more tame than the porn that you filmed with Danny. You had frequently gone out for drinks with the boys while attempting to plan with them future movies that you would film with the other boys. Drunkenly so, you admitted to them that you’d be totally interested in filming something outside, in nature. Obviously, you would want nobody around so it was pretty much out of the question.

Or so you thought.

The fact that you were dressed for a hike and standing in a forest with Josh and Sam made you laugh internally. Of course, you have to keep some level of professionalism between the three of you, but there was very little you could do. “And you’re sure that nobody will see us?”

“Yeah, this is our private cabin, Y/N. Nobody’s been up here besides us.” The boys, mostly Josh, thought it would be a stellar idea to kill two birds with one stone. Aside from filming your and Sam’s movie, the boys had been waiting for the right time to return to the cabin for a little break from work. So much for the break part.

“So, essentially, the two of you just so happen to stumble upon this cute little lake to take a dip in except you’re distracted by how hard Sam’s dick is! I know I wouldn’t be. So you suck him off, and then he fucks you. Discuss amongst yourselves what’s good and what’s not while I grab the camera from the cabin quick.” Josh spoke, turning on his heel and slightly jogging back to the cabin.

You and Sam had already sort of talked about what was okay between the two of you, sharing a smoke outside on the patio. He had offered you one after accidentally stumbling upon you sitting with your knees to your chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a break from all the testosterone.” You spoke, taking the cigarette from between Sam’s fingers. He grabbed another one from his pack of cigs and took his lighter out from his pocket as well. He lit his cigarette and handed you the purple lighter. The two of you smoked in silence until he began to speak up again.

“So, we’re filming our movie tomorrow. Anything you do or don’t like?” He asked, taking a drag.

“I’m a huge whore for a praise kink.” You spoke, blowing out the smoke you were harboring in your lungs. “Should we establish some, like, safe words or something like that? Josh said I’d be sucking your dick tomorrow, so.”

“Kinda hard to talk with a cock in your mouth, love.” He chuckled, making you slap his arm slightly.

“Very funny, Samuel. I’m serious. If it gets to be too much, more for you than for me, we gotta have some sort of system.”

“Trust me, it won’t be too much for me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, watching the way his lips curl into a smirk. “But just to humor you, let’s do like, finger taps. Does that sound alright?”

“Yeah, maybe one tap to keep going, two for perfect, three for slow down?” You asked. He nodded, shrugging into another drag of his cigarette. “Anything you like that you want me to do?”

“Find out, it’s not that hard. I’m relatively easy to please.” He winked at you before putting his cigarette out on the porch, throwing the cigarette butt into the little jar he kept by the door.

Josh came back to you and Sam discussing different theories about aliens. “If there was other life out there, and there definitely is, I'm not saying there isn’t, would you let them abduct you even if people called you crazy?”

“I tell you guys to discuss your kinks and shit, and this is the conversation I walk in on?” Josh asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. You nodded, not seeing his point. He brushed it off with a swat of his hand, pretending the conversation didn’t happen. “Do you two need another moment to get ready or do you think you can stop thinking about alien abductions?”

“No, we’re good, Josh,” Sam spoke, turning his back slightly so Josh couldn’t see him roll his eyes. You hid a giggle behind your fingers and tried your best to shake it away before Josh yelled action. You stood in front of Sam, admiring the way his hair blew in the breeze. 

He was truly beautiful. If he wasn’t doing porn, you could see him getting into modeling. He had amazing bone structure and had eyes that could kill. His stare was slightly intimidating although you knew he didn’t mean to be – it was just the way he looked at everyone. You ran a hand through your hair, licking your lips slightly while you waited impatiently for Josh to start the camera. “Aaand, action.”

You played with the strings on the backpack Josh gave you to wear as a prop, looking Sam up and down. You took the backpack off from your shoulders, setting it down on the ground, playing with the hem of the white tank top you were wearing, you spoke up. “You know, I’m getting pretty hot on this hike, good thing there’s a lake right there. You want to take a dip with me?”

“Very much so, but we have a minor problem.” You turned around, looking at Sam after you had rid yourself of your tank. You had hoped that your nerves weren’t too visible. You knew you were far enough away from the cabin that neither of the other two boys would see you (not that Danny would care, he’s already seen you naked (and he liked it very much)).  “If people come to the lake, they’ll see how hard I am for you. You should take care of that for me.”

A smirk rose to your face, grabbing his hand before leading him to a small gathering of trees. You sank down onto the ground, knees colliding with some sticks. You silently cursed to yourself for picking probably the worst spot. You pulled on the waistband of his athletic shorts, tugging them down his thighs. You let them fall to his ankles, keeping your focus on the outline of his cock in his boxers. 

Your hands skimmed up his thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath your fingers. Your fingertips ghosted over his cock, making him jut his hips forwards. You smile up at him, figuring out very fast he isn’t one to like being teased. You follow the outline of his cock with your fingertips, looking up at him while you press a kiss to the tip of his dick through the fabric. You hear him hum in satisfaction, letting his head fall back slightly. “Please suck me off, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, fingers dipping below the waistband on his underwear. Springing free from the confinements of his boxers, his cock slapped his belly once it was completely void of any material. You let out a sound that was a mix between a moan and a whimper; Sam’s dick was big. The veins that decorated his cock demanded to be licked. 

He let out an appreciative sigh as your tongue danced along the underside of his cock, licking all the way up until you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Hearing the moans that slipped past his lips while his fingers dug into your hair was a reward all on its own. With whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, you took into your hand. 

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, letting him take the reins every once in a while. Two taps to his thigh, letting him know the amount he intervened was perfect. Your fingers dug into the skin of his tummy, dragging down slightly. He let out a low groan that bubbled in his chest. “Fuck,” he softly cursed. “You’re so good at this.”

You tapped your finger against his thigh once, hoping he would get the hint to continue with his praises. Both of his hands threaded into your hair, making a ponytail for you. He brushed the hair away from your face, making sure none of the hairs would end up in your mouth somehow. “Your mouth feels so good, princess. You take my dick so well, princess. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you? Sucking me off in public, where anyone could see what we’re doing.”

Heat pooled between your thighs, high on the way Sam was talking to you. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your dirty little girl, sir.” You spoke, jerking his cock as soon as you removed your mouth from him. You returned back to his cock, wanting to let him fuck your mouth the way he wanted to. You tapped his thigh once again, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He licked his lips, head nodding slightly towards yours, asking for permission. You tapped his thigh, letting him take over.

With a fist full of your hair, he let his cock tickle the back of your throat. You fought to see Sam’s face through tears, just wanting to see how beautiful he looked so close to the edge. From what you could tell, he looked absolutely fucking ravishing. With his eyebrows drawn together, mouth agape and curses falling from his lips, he looked like a God. “Doin’ so fuckin’ well. So good for me. Fuck, ugh oh shit. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. Gonna come in your pretty little mouth. Gonna take all the come I give you? Take it all like a good girl?”

His cum paints the back of your throat and goes down as easily as it goes in. He brings you back up to your feet, pinning you against the closest tree. Although the bark stings against your back, the pain is muffled by Sam’s tongue in your mouth. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue, moaning into the kiss. He broke away, out of breath, “Fuck, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He hurried to get you out of the shorts you were wearing, tugging them down your legs along with the underwear you had worn. They wrapped around one of your ankles, hanging off of them as Sam made you wrap your legs around his hips. His lips felt like silk against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth the second you gasped, one of his hands coming up to knead your breast.

His tongue moved to your neck, licking up and down the column of your throat as he pulled your hair back. Your hands fisted into his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. You separated your lips, shoving it over his shoulders before he could interject. His fingers played with your nipples, your fingers laced in his hair. “Need you.”

“What do you need, princess? You gotta use your words and tell me.” He spoke into your ear, loud enough for the camera to hear. You whined slightly, not wanting to voice your wants out loud. Your hips moved against his making him let out a moan that only you could hear. “Nuh uh, princess, you have to use your words or you don’t get anything. I’ll leave you high and dry, you’ll have to fuck yourself on your fingers in order to get a release.”

“Want your fingers, fuck, so bad. Want them to fill me up.” You whined, hips colliding with Sam’s once again. He chuckled lowly, fingers moving down your sternum, tickling the skin of your tummy slightly before he made his way to your dripping core.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked, pressing kisses to your jaw. His fingers swirled around your clit, creating a delicious pace with his fingers that sent you in a trance. His hand was firm against the back of your neck, keeping you to look at him. Your eyes never left his, adoring the way his pupils dilated while looking at you. “If you’re good for me, and you come all over my fingers, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy, okay?”

You nodded, unable to form sentences with the way his fingers unraveled you. He stopped in his pace, two fingers stilling inside of you. “Okay?”

“Y-Yes, sir. Keep going, please.” You spoke in a loud whisper, moving your hips against his hand. He chuckled at you, watching the way you fucked yourself on his hand. “Sir, please. Need to come, I’m almost there. Please, sir, please.”

“You sound so desperate, so good when you beg for it.” He moved his fingers once more, picking up the pace almost instantly instead of easing you back into it. The string of curses you let out was like a prayer, praying to someone – anyone listening – to let you come all over his fingers. 

Your orgasm came in and settled beneath your skin like lightning. It bounced through your veins and made your head rush. “You want me to fuck you now, princess? Would you like that?”

“Mhm, please, sir. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk, please.” You guided his cock between your folds, collecting some of your slick to use as a makeshift lube. The second he began to slip inside of you with the help of your hand, you gasped. His cock stretched your walls, giving it a few seconds to take a breather with every inch he slips in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Big and hard, all for fucking my pretty girl so good.” He spoke, rocking his hips against yours slowly. He hummed with every stroke of his cock, mouth twitching as he felt you clench around him. Your jaw becomes sore from hanging open so long, agape as Sam’s cock continually brushes over that spot that drove you so wild.

Your fingernails rake against his shoulders, leaving red and angry marks in their wake. They complimented his tanned skin; the tan he had gotten from the day you had spent kayaking around the lake a few times, determined to beat Sam as many times as it took for him to realize you were always going to win. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, sir. Ri–ight the–ere.”

“You take my cock so well, princess. You’re so good for me.” His hands grabbed at your breasts again, rolling your nipples between his fingers, lips and teeth occupying the conjunction of your jaw and neck. “Gonna take all of my come again? Where do you want me to come, darlin’?”

“I-Inside m-me, sir. Please.” You begged, eyes looking into his. You could see the hesitation behind his irises, painting them a lighter brown than they had been for the past however long you were wedged between him and the tree. You gave him two taps to his shoulder, letting him know it was fine. He gave you a fucked out smile, slamming his hips into you harder than before.

The strength of his thrusts made your back dig deeper into the bark, the scratch of it against your skin hurt so good. The word ‘fuck’ fell from your lips religiously again. A few more thrusts from Sam and you were a moaning mess as your hips moved on their own accord, succumbing to the second orgasm Sam gave you. Your pussy spasming around him throws him into his orgasm, grunts falling onto your chest while his forehead rests against your own. “Guess you’ll just have to walk around until we get back to the car with my come dripping down your leg.”

“Guess so.”

“Cut,” Josh spoke, turning off the camera and handing you your clothes. “That was fucking hot, you two, good job. Y/N, you’re going to get in my Jeep and we are going to get you Plan B. I don’t mind him coming in you, but I’m too young to be an uncle, much less to one of my favorite coworkers.”

“Can I at least pee before we go?” You asked, chuckling as you pulled your shorts up your legs.

“I guess that’s okay,” he spoke, jokingly rolling his eyes. Sam gathered his shorts and underwear back over his hips and walked with you back to the cabin. He noticed the slight limp in the way you walked, smirking at you before he decided on speaking up.

“Fuck you so hard you can’t walk?”

“More so the tree than you, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Sammy.” You winked at him, disappearing into the hallway to go into the bathroom down the hall. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table.

“Get your gross ass dirty feet off the coffee table, Samuel. People put their drinks there.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Wait, so if you’re filming with me, who’s filming us?” You asked, lurking through the racks of clothes in front of you. You landed on a see through black top, loving the way black colors looked on your skin. You walked over by him, going to ask his opinion on the shirt. “Also, how’s this?”

“It’s very cute, naughty. One of my assistants is going to be filming it. She’s been working with us for almost as long as we’ve been up and running. Her name’s Mel, she’s got a great eye for film.” He spoke, handing you a skirt he had found as soon as he walked down here. The skirt he handed to you was black and red plaid with a thin white line. “Wear this with it, it’ll make you look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you, Josh.” You smiled at him, wandering over to the pairs of shoes you had brought over from your apartment. You picked out a pair of black boots, and pulled out a pair of socks from the little bin they were inside of. “Thigh highs or knee highs?”

“Is that a serious question? Thigh highs, no doubt.” He spoke, pulling out a black tie. He held it up to his chin in the mirror, seeing if the combination he made would look good on him. You watched as he eyed himself up in the mirror, he licked his lips, switching between two suits.

“Pick the black tie and the white shirt. Simple, but sexy.” You spoke, coming up behind him. You put a belt in front of him, a simple but sleek black Gucci belt. He looked down at your hands before looking back up at you through the mirror. “I could devour you right now.”

“Could you now?” He asked, turning his face towards you. Mel walked in, headphones in while she looked at the two of you, she pulled one out. “Time to film?”

“Yep, room’s all ready and everything.” She put it back in and turned around, knowing that you and Josh would be following her.

“Where are we filming?” You asked, following behind Josh, close on his heels. He smirked a little, stopping where you guys were in the hallway before his office. Your mind rushed with all the places this could go. “We’re filming in your office?”

“Yeah, is there gonna be a problem with that?” He asked, letting you go into the room before him. You shook your head no, core already beginning to throb with want. You cleared your throat, letting Mel explain to you the direction the film was going to go. It was to be expected – the naughty schoolgirl who wants to make up an assignment; her professor will let her on one condition, he gets to have some fun with her beforehand.

The idea alone had your mind reeling simply with Josh in the narrative. You had never gotten so wet before filming before. You two quickly changed into your outfits, putting the finishing touches with some jewelry; rings adorned Josh’s hands as a few necklaces wrapped around your neck. He looked fucking delicious. You had never seen Josh in formal attire, nor did you think you ever would.

As soon as Mel called ‘action’, you put your game face on and pretended like there was nobody else in the room aside from you and Josh. You walked up to his desk, sitting on the edge of it. “Please, Professor J, I tried my hardest on the assignment. Can I please make it up?”

“I know another way you can make it up.” He spoke, standing up from his office chair. You licked your lips, watching him as he came to stand between your legs.

“I’ll do anything.” You begged, your eyes looking up into his eyes with as much innocence as you could fathom in your state. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing the skin before using his thumb to drag your lip down slightly.

“Anything?” He asked, making you nod your head in response. He asked, his other hand skimming up your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. “Will you be a good girl for me?”

“I’ll be your good girl. I promise.” His lips connected with yours the second any noise had stopped coming from your mouth. Your hands found their way to his chest, pulling him closer to you, as much as you could, by the tie he was wearing. His tongue dipped into your mouth, tasting the minty toothpaste you had used after lunch.

You hummed into his mouth, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. His hand slipped from your cheek, his digits wrapping around your throat. He squeezed slightly, the other hand of his that was still on your thigh squeezed the skin slightly as well. The applied pressure to your throat gave you a headrush, making a moan slip past the walls of your lips. He removed his lips from yours, looking down at you while he squeezed your throat. “Hmm. Will you be a good girl for me and let me eat your pussy? I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.”

“Please.” It came out as a desperate whisper. You watched as Josh sank to his knees, spreading your legs apart. He marveled at the sight before him, mouth beginning to water.

“No panties?” He asked, fingers beginning to dip near your aching core. “That’s very naughty, Pandora. What happens to bad girls?”

“T-They get punished?” You asked, looking down at him. He nodded, sympathetic look painting his face. He stood up from the floor, grabbing your hand. He helped you off of the desk, bringing you around to where his chair was. Your immediate thought was that he was going to fuck the daylights out of your mouth, but his mind was going elsewhere.

“Bend over.” He spoke, hand running down your back as he urged you to bend over the desk. You did as he asked, putting your hands on the desk to brace yourself for what was to come. You could hear the sound of fabric moving against fabric. You turned your head slightly, seeing that Josh had removed his tie. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”

You put your hands behind your back, feeling the fabric of his tie begin to wrap around your wrists. You bite at the skin of your lip, feeling your heart rate increase. His hands run up the back of your thighs, flipping your skirt up to expose your ass. He played with the skin, moving it underneath his hands and watching your ass bounce. The stark contrast of the gentle nature of his touch and the sudden slap to your ass made you jump forward, concealing a moan while your lip’s trapped between your teeth. “Count for me, sweetheart.”

“O-One.” He delivered another one, just a hair after you finished slipping the word out of your mouth. “T-Two.”

You could easily conceal your moans through the hisses of pain you let out. All of his harsh slaps felt so good against your skin. After three more spanks were given to your ass, the skin was red and inflamed. You were sure to feel it after. He kissed the skin with gentle lips.

His hands helped you stand up straight, turning you around before leaning you against the desk slightly. His lips met your own, moving languidly with your own as you struggled against his tie. A steady hand reached around and unwrapped your hands, which instantly were roaming over the white button down Josh had worn. “Ah, ah, ah.”

You looked into his eyes, noticing his intention wasn’t for you to touch him. You put out your wrists for him once more, allowing him to tie them together once again. He helped you lie down on his desk, pinning your hands above your head while he kissed your neck, leaving a new light purple bruise on your collarbone. “No touching, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” He hummed against your skin, fingers dancing along the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your shoulders enough where your head would be visible, so you could watch Josh as he absolutely devoured you. His lips moved against your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them slightly before he let each of them go with a pop.

His tongue worked diligently against your clit, finger toying with your hole. Your back arched into his mouth. Since you couldn’t use your hands, you tried your hardest to work yourself against his mouth, chasing after the feeling that it was giving you deep in your tummy. He stilled your movement with his hand spread wide between your hips, pinning you down as best he could. You didn’t move your hips as much, finding a secret pleasure in the way he slowly drew out your first orgasm.

You wanted to keep yourself quiet, trying your hardest to make all of your moans dissipate in your stomach before they reached your larynx. But it didn’t work. The sounds were watered down in comparison to what you figured was going to come next. If Josh could make you moan like this with just his tongue and his fingers, imagine what his fucking cock could do. “So good, sir.”

He withdrew his fingers right as you brushed against the line of your orgasm. You whined, attempting to push your thighs together to get some sort of relief with no avail. His body between your legs blocked you from doing so, hands pinning down your thighs. He watched you wriggle underneath him. You looked into his eyes, noticing a gleam you had never seen before.

You moaned inexplicably loud as you watched him let a line of spit fall from his lips directly onto your pussy. He licked up his spit as it began to drip from your cunt onto the desk, immediately sending his tongue plunging deep within you. His tongue worked expertly while he brought you on the brink of orgasm once again, drinking in the way your body reacted to his tongue and his fingers. However, the hopefully impending euphoria was blocked by the removal of the stimulation yet again. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll get what you want.”

You watched as he undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor. You watched as he tugged the trousers down his legs, letting them stay stationary around the middle of his calves. He pumped himself a few times letting the tip of his cock navigate through your slick folds, eyes watching you as you whimpered and moved against him. “Please, J, please. Please fuck me.”

“I love the way you beg,” he spoke, letting himself become enveloped by your warmth. As he bottomed out, he released a shaky breath from his throat. You were so tight around him, feeling your walls spasm slightly with pleasure. “Holy fuck, you feel perfect. You’re takin’ me so well, angel.”

You moaned, his hands pinning your tied ones above your head. He got high off the way you whined around his cock. You begged him to go harder, that you wanted more. And Josh gave you just that, but not before he untied your wrists, tossing his button up and the tie to the side. Your shoulders felt numb, having tried your hardest to be the best girl for him. “You did so well, princess, keeping your hands where they were. ‘M gonna reward you for being so good for me, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“‘M gonna fuck you real hard, fill you so full of my cock.” He spoke, rutting his hips against your own. As soon as you could better feel your hands and your shoulders, you wrapped them around his neck, hissing in pain at the way your ass felt on the wood. The tender skin screamed at you for putting it through even more, while Josh was fucking you.

Your nails dug into his back, dragging down his skin. You silently hoped to yourself that you wouldn’t draw blood, but you couldn’t be sure. The way Josh was moaning could have been from the pain of your nails digging into his shoulder, but  it easily could’ve been a pleasurable moan, laced with euphoria.

One of his hands came to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. You looked up into his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. “You feel so fucking good. You like when I fuck you this hard?”

“What? Am I fucking you so good you’re stupid from my cock?” He spoke, removing his hand from your throat to try and let you speak, but no words came out either way. “Got you cock dumb, angel?”

All you can do is nod, fingernails digging into the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you so his lips can muffle the sound of your moans. It doesn’t do a whole lot, breaking away from his lips to intake a large gasp as Josh’s cock brushed against your cervix, staying within you to collect himself fully.

His hand reached down to play with your clit, using his slow strokes to bring you over the edge. Since being denied your first two potential orgasms, this one felt more intense than ever. It built like none of the other orgasms he had started for you. 

The feeling of it ripping through your body was primal, an animalistic groan that came from Josh’s throat would forever stain the walls of his office. Your throat was raw from the way Josh was relentlessly pounding into you, driving himself to orgasm, high off the way your pussy clenched around him. He lets out curses like a mantra, “Holy fuck, oh shit, fuuuuck.”

He definitely didn’t mean to finish in you. He planned on letting his come paint your stomach, or watch it coat the back of your throat. However, he couldn’t help himself. The way you felt around him was orgasmic all on its own, he was surprised he even lasted as long as he did. Mel cut the cameras and let the two of you calm down after you finished the last little bit of the dialogue the film needed.

You helped Josh redo the button on his shirt, after he picked it up from the floor. The two of you didn’t speak. His fingers brushed hair out of your face, noticing a crease of worry between your eyebrows. “You’ve got something going on in there, don’t you?”

“No, why would you think that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands while you stayed on the top of the desk.

“You get this little line between your eyebrows when you’re worried,” he spoke, watching your face soften slightly. “I notice it when you’re doing your assignments for classes at the last minute like you always do.”

“You caught me.” You sighed.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. Just because we’re coworkers, and I’m also kind of your boss, doesn’t mean that you can’t tell me anything.”

“I just… I don’t… I like this, right? I love this job, I love working with all of you and hanging out with you all. I just get in my own head sometimes, especially around this time of year. I just… I know all of you appreciate me and you guys think I’m doing good, but my mind keeps making me think that you guys hate me.”

“Mama, we could never hate you. You’re more than your job, we’re more than your job,” he grabbed his face in your hands. “I’ve got enough movies stockpiled for a good two weeks, what do you say all of us take a little vacation together? Would that make you feel better? It won’t be far, in case you have tests and stuff, but it’ll still be a vacation.”

“I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He helped you to your feet, chuckling slightly as you found it a little difficult to walk out of his office. “I didn’t go too hard with the slapping, did I?”

“No, Josh, it was very hot. I liked it a lot.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The sun felt amazing on your skin, soaking it in. Josh had gotten another cabin, this time it wasn’t for work purposes. The cabin was huge, almost like a hotel. It had a sauna which you frequented. It felt amazing to your muscles, melting away all of the stress you were feeling the past couple weeks. All of the anxiety that you had built up within the atoms fell away with the beads of sweat.

Jake joined you more often than not. He’d sit on the other side of the room, letting the two of you sit in silence. He kept his shorts on, not knowing how comfortable she would be. Jake was more than comfortable being naked. He didn’t mind, everyone had a body. Loads of people watched Jake’s videos, mostly because of his tattoos.

You caught yourself staring at his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t open his eyes and notice. Although, a small part of you hoped he would.

“You zonin’ out or checkin’ me out?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head, interlocking them. You chuckled slightly, tilting your head.

“And if I was checking you out?”

“I’d let you.” He spoke, closing his eyes once again. “You having a good time here?”

“Mhmm. It’s nice here – I like it.” You spoke, moving to sit next to Jake. Your knee brushed against his as you sat with your legs criss crossed.

“When we get back, you know, we’ve got our scene to film.” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. He could read that something was off with you the second he mentioned it. “What? Am I not pretty enough for you?”

“No, you ass.” You lightly punched his shoulder, the two of you laughing lightly.

“I know, you wouldn’t be checking me out if I wasn’t up to your standards, so tell me what’s really on your mind.” He sat up, elbows on his knees while he listened to you.

“I’m just nervous.” He took his hands off of his elbows and turned his body towards you. He looked confused, hoping that you would elaborate. “I… I know it sounds dumb, but I don’t know. I’ve been getting less and less nervous the more I do this, but I still have issues being naked in front of the camera sometimes. At least, at first. Once we kind of get into it, I forget about it.”

“Is it a confidence thing? Like, you don’t think you’re pretty or it’s just the idea of people outside of us seeing you naked?”

“Mostly the second thing, but the first thing is sort of an issue.” You rubbed the backs of your arms with your hands, avoiding eye contact with him. He pulled your face to him, hands touching your chin so delicately as if you might break.

“Y/N, you are fucking gorgeous. I mean that. I’m not just saying that because I want you to do the scene with me next week. I couldn’t care less if we do it next week or in two years,” his hand was firm around your chin now, making sure that you knew he meant every single word he was saying. “I’ve been itching to film with you since before you even signed those papers. Is there anything I can do for you, to make you more comfortable next week or any time we film after that?”

You ruminated the different ideas flowing through your mind, but there was nothing in it aside from kissing him right now, at this moment. You put your hand on his jaw, bringing his face closer to yours. Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, licking her own. “Will you kiss me, Jake? Please?”

His lips turned upward slightly before connecting with your own. Your hand falls from his jaw, landing on his thigh. His tongue coaxes your mouth open. His head trails backwards, you chase after his lips while still kissing him. You end up on his lap, hands on his shoulders as you support yourself. You melt into his touch, the way his hands felt on your hips. “You drive me insane, Y/N.”

You rested your forehead against his, a smile on your face. “How do I drive you insane, Jakey?”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, picking you up as he stood. He walked you both out of the sauna, allowing your feet to touch the cool floor. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “You’re just… You’re so beautiful. And I’m not even talking about your body, I’m talking about your mind. The way you think about things and put two things together is just brilliant.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you blushed, wrapping an arm around his back, pulling him closer to you. The two of you walked upstairs, hip to hip (as best as you could get). You joined the other boys at the dinner table, settling down for a game of poker. You sat between him and Danny, every single one of the boys shooting you a smile.

The night went on comfortably, tucked underneath Jake’s arm. The boys shared stories from when they had first started their little company. Josh had told you how nervous he had been, the first movie being one that Josh had directed. He had done so many short films when he was younger, he didn’t mind shooting porn. It wasn’t his first choice, but it was a segue.

You talked to them about previous sexual experiences. The laughter filled the air as you relived embarrassing one night stands that ended in disaster. You even mentioned weird stories about ex boyfriends and failed talking stages with them. They, in turn, shared some of their experiences with you. You never expected to hear some of the stories that fell from their lips, especially about different people they’ve worked with over the years.

You fell asleep comfortably in Jake’s bed, lying next to him with his hand on your thigh.

The rest of the week flew by inexplicably fast, making you groan the second you stepped foot back in the city. You dealt with your mountain of homework that waited for you at your apartment, constantly distracted by texts from Jake. You ignored them as best you could, but Jake always got your attention every single time.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You showed up to the house early.

The feeling of excitement was felt deep in your bones. You were filming your scene with Jake today and you couldn’t contain the way it made you feel. Before you even walked into the house you were soaked through your panties. The premise of this one made your blood bubble, made you feel lightheaded.

You two had to be quiet, since your “parents” were downstairs and the bad boy from next door had snuck into your window.

Everything about it made you continuously wet. Your fingers mindlessly filed through the various clothing items, brain focusing on other things than what you were going to wear. You had been so deeply consumed in the thought of Jake taking you that you barely noticed when Josh had showed up into the basement. “You want me to pick out your outfit for you?”

“Jesus fuck, you scared me.” You spoke, putting a hand over your heart. The two of you shared a giggle before he apologized. “You’re okay. Will you actually? I’m overthinking this.”

“There’s no need to be, it’s gonna come off anyways.” He had a point, but your mind was too clouded with the thought of being fucked by Jake to give a damn He pulled out a random crop top from the rack, holding it out to you for your opinion. You took it into your hands, examining every inch of it. You held it up against your figure in the mirror, wondering if it would look good on you. “Try these too.”

You undressed in the clothing room, throwing on the crop top and the pair of shorts Josh had tossed towards you. You run your hands over your body, eyes focusing on your lower half. “I like those shorts. I’m not sure how I feel about the shirt with it, though.”

“I like it. Gives a bit of innocence, kinda. Not entirely, but.” You shrugged, walking back towards Josh. You grabbed a pair of socks from the bin, throwing them on your feet since the basement floor was becoming a bit too unbearably cold. “Are you filming this one or is Mel?”

“You like Mel more than me or something?” He joked, walking back upstairs with you.

“No way,” you spoke, giving the silence between you two a second. “Well…”

“You little –” You laughed, running ahead of him slightly to not face the repercussions of your actions. You ran into Danny, apologizing slightly before blushing in Josh’s direction.

“I’ll be filming this one, Mel’s out sick this week.” He spoke, ushering you into the Blue Room. You jumped onto the bed, Josh following after you. “You gonna be alright doing this one? Jake said you expressed some concerns, and I know you voiced some with me too. We don’t have to film this today if you don’t want to, Y/N.”

“No, I’m all good. I’m ready. Jake and I had a long talk the other week about our scene. We went over boundaries and everything. I’m good.” You nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Good. We love you, you know. We only want the best for you.” He kissed your forehead before excusing himself to grab his camera from the office.

You loved Josh. And you loved the way they all treated you. Despite the fact that you were just a coworker to them, they made you feel like part of their little family. Jake stood at the door frame, eyes scanning you up and down. “Well, well, well, don’t you look good today.”

“You do too, if I do say so myself.” You smiled, putting your hands on Jake’s thighs as he stood in front of you. “Ready for today?”

“Yes, ma’am. Are you?”

“I’m very excited.”

“Remember, if anything gets to be too much, you tell me ‘red’. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I’m good, Jake. I’ll be fine.” You got off the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise to use our safe words, okay?”

Josh had Jake leave the room, having him wait outside on the balcony that connected to the Blue Room. As soon as Josh began to record, you walked into the room, pretending to call out to your parents that you were going to sleep. Jake came in from the balcony, finding you in your pajamas. “W-What are you doing here?” You asked, backing up into the bed before letting yourself fall on top of it. “If my parents find out you're here, they’ll kill me.”

“Then I guess you better be real quiet then, huh? I wouldn’t want your parents to find me fucking the daylights out of their precious little girl.” He spoke, connecting his lips with your own. He crawled on top of you, letting his hips grind into yours. Your legs came to wrap around Jake’s waist. The feeling of his jeans on your core felt electric.

His lips traveled down your jaw, to your neck, fingertips dancing underneath the hem of your shirt. You were about to let out a moan, but held it back by keeping your bottom lip between your teeth. He threw it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His lips trail between your breasts, hand coming up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. His fingertips are soft, gentle, as they pull the straps down your arms, helping you slip out of your bra. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“I’m all yours,” you spoke, eyes looking up into Jake’s, giving into the submissiveness of your character. He mumbled against your skin, something along the lines of  ‘yes you are’ and continued with his slew of kisses. His tongue swirled around your areola. You reached for the back of his head, hands threading through his hair in hopes to bring his mouth onto your nipple entirely.

Your grip on his hair tightened as his teeth grazed against your skin, gently nibbling on your nipple. You let out a low moan. Jake removed his mouth from your chest, looking down at you. “What did I say about needing to be quiet, doll?”

“I need to be really quiet.” You lifted a finger to your mouth, biting down on the nail. He pulled your finger from your mouth, trailing your hand down your own body. He made you cup your own cunt.

“Be a good girl, and play with yourself for me.” He whispers into your neck, pressing a quick kiss there. You nod moving your fingers from outside of your shorts, to the inside of them, not bothering to get to the foreplay of stripping for Jake. You had no patience for it. Your fingers play with your clit, feeling how wet Jake has gotten you. Not to mention, the whole day you had been anticipating this. You moan as softly as you can, whispering to him about how wet you were. “You’re all worked up for me? Oh sweetheart, that’s so cute. Why don’t you show me?”

You removed your hand from your shorts, letting your slick covered fingers glisten in the light streaming in from the window. You brought them up to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. He moans around your fingers, licking up everything that coated your fingers. “Can I taste you myself?”

“Yes, please.” Your voices are barely above a whisper, staying quiet for the film. He helps you remove your shorts, sliding them down your legs. He placed kisses all over your tummy, his lips wandering to each of your hips, taking it upon himself to bite your skin, listening to the way you hissed. His fingertips slide under the waistband, helping you shimmy out of them.

The second your underwear hits the floor, his tongue is on you. But not where you want it to be. His tongue starts on the inside of your thighs, soothing every spot he bites with a flick of his tongue. “Please touch me, please.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to good girls who wait.” He went back to biting at the insides of your thighs, teasing you while his fingers danced over your hot cunt. You squirm underneath his touch, wanting nothing more than relief. You go to beg, but know that it falls on deaf ears. Jake didn’t want to hear you beg, he wanted to see you want it more than anything.

Your hips rock against nothing, chasing after Jake’s face. You want to whine, but they’re all silent. He looks up at you from your cunt, noticing in your face just how badly you wanted him. He chuckles mostly to himself, knowing you weren’t going to be prepared for what was coming next. His tongue finally collides with your aching cunt, along with his fingers. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop the sounds from reaching their maximum volume.

It felt like you were on a different plane of existence, with Jake’s mouth and fingers occupying your pussy. His hands were steady on your skin, nails dragging slightly down your skin. He watched the way your hips rocked against the work of his fingers, he smirked at the way your hand was over your mouth, the other one gripping the sheets.

He can tell you’re about to come, watching the way your stomach was rising and falling, whines slipping past the cracks between your fingers. Your hand doesn’t know what to do, grasping and pulling at the sheets. His tongue is relentless against your clit, two fingers slipping in and out of you with ease.

Your hips rock to ride yourself through your orgasm, deep breaths leaving your lips as you remove your hand from over your mouth. But Jake wasn’t stopping.

His pace continued, watching you intently with brown eyes. Your eyes found him, your jaw going slack. You stared at him, watching the way he ate you like you were his last meal on planet earth. That familiar building feeling began to grow again. Nothing came from your mouth, your silence a testament to how wonderful you were feeling underneath Jake.

He whispers into the skin of your thigh after your orgasm passes,  “Good girl.”

He crawls up your body, kissing his way back up to your lips. He grinds himself into you, making a wrecked sob fall from your lips as his jeans grind against your hot, sensitive core. Your hands move to undo the belt he was wearing, hustling to undo his button and his fly. Your hand easily slides into his jeans, hand finding his cock.

His hand grips your wrist, pulling your hand from his jeans. Your eyes flicker up to his, wondering why he wasn’t letting you pleasure him the way he just pleasured you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you see Jake walk over to the dresser in the corner of the room. He pulls out a vibrator, walking over towards you as he flicks it on. He stands next to the bed, dragging the vibrator over your skin, power off. His eyes looked into yours. You whispered to him, “Green.”

A small smile plays on his lips, settling back between your legs like he was before. His lips are back on yours. You’ve forgotten about the vibrator that was in his hand until he finally places it against your skin, turning it on the lowest setting. You hum into his lips, hips moving away from the toy. You were still very sensitive from the two back to back orgasms that Jake had just given you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips parting from his to let out a low curse. Your forehead rests against his, eyes closed as the vibrator works against  your clit. He slides it up and down your pussy, feeling it slip towards your hole. Your hands grasp at his t-shirt, pulling it up his back, exposing the skin. He hums in praise as you begin to rake your nails down his back, clawing at the familiar build up once more.

“J-J- I, fuck, I’m–” He shushed you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I know, but you’re being such a good girl for me. I know you’ve got another one in there. C’mon, won’t you let it all go for me? Be a good girl and come again for me,” your nails dig into his back even harder. “You’re so pretty when you come, I could watch you come all day.”

“Holy fuck, J.” You whine, tossing your head backwards. Your hands move to grab the vibrator, pulling it away from your overly sensitive cunt, closing your legs. You try not to move your legs together too much, the friction created from pressing your thighs together was a bit too much for you.

“You think you have one more in you yet?” He asked, pressing gentle kisses against your temple.

“I don’t know, ‘m so sensitive.”

“I just want you to make a mess all over my dick, that’s all I wanna do, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you come, I wanna know how pretty you are when you come all over my dick, sweet girl.” He lifts your chin to look at him, you can see him checking in with you silently.

“Please, I wanna come on your cock.” You speak, slowly opening your legs.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm. I am, sir.”

“You want to pick the position?” He asked.

“Will you fuck me from behind, please?” You turned onto your tummy, getting on all fours. He smiled, grabbing a hand full of your ass. He nods, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. He climbs off the bed to fully take off his pants, leaving them at the foot of the bed, as well as his shirt. You look back over your shoulder at him, drooling at the way his tattoos looked on his skin.

He drags his cock up your slit, collecting some of your come to cover his cock. Your mouth falls open as he begins to slip into you. He bottoms out, keeping himself deep inside of you for a moment to let you adjust to his size. The pace he sets once you’re comfortable is slow at first, you can feel every inch of himself that he gives you.

The moment he picks up the pace, all your ears can hear is the sound of his skin slapping against your own and the little utterances of praise he gives to you. “So fucking good. Such a good girl, taking all of me so fuckin’ well. So pretty like this.”

“Fuck,” you speak. “S-so good.”

He pulls out of you and turns you around, bringing you onto your back. He pins your knees to your chest by pushing down on the back of your thighs. As soon as his cock is completely sheathed within you again, his pace goes back to the way it was. He growls, feeling your cunt clench around him. You bite at the skin of your hand, not wanting to let anyone outside your room hear your moans.

His hand slides between your bodies, keeping you pinned by grabbing your ankles with one of his hands. The pace he sets with his fingers is dangerous, coaxing you towards the most intense orgasm you’ve had so far tonight. You spasm around his cock, screaming into the skin of your hand. He tries his hardest to hold on, waiting to come until he can watch you swallow it all.

His teeth are clenched so hard he thought he was going to break them. The second he watches your hips still from calming down, he pulls out of you, hand wrapping around his cock. You sat up as best you could, legs feeling like jelly. “Can I taste you now?”

“Fuck, yes, pretty girl you can taste me all you like. You’ve been so good for me,” he whimpers as your mouth wraps around the tip of his cock, letting his hand do the work. There was no way you were going to be able to match the pace he had set with his hand. He groans, throwing his head back as his come hits the back of your throat.

You don’t pull away from him until he finally lets go of the breath he was holding. He sinks down, sitting on his feet. He brings you in for a kiss by the back of your neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

Josh stopped the camera, tossing the two of you robes. “You did so fucking good, Y/N, holy shit.”

“Thank you,” you blush, tying the robe. Jake helped you off of the bed, noticing your wobbly knees. He picked you up, bridal style. “You don’t need to carry me, Jake, I’ll be fine.”

“You walk like Bambi.” He jokes, bringing you into the bathroom. He begins to draw a bath, pouring in some Dr. Teal’s foaming bath solution. “It’s supposed to be very relaxing. Dr. Teal’s does wonders on sore muscles, which I imagine you might have from being pinned like that.”

“It felt good though. The soreness is nothing to me.” You looked up at him. You tried to stand up to remove your robe, but your legs almost gave out. He chuckled at you slightly, coming to grip your hips. He helped you out of the robe and helped you settle into the bathtub.

“I’m gonna grab you some wine, okay? Red or white?”

“Red please.” You hum from content, lying back as Jake leaves the room. You are soon, though, interrupted by Josh. “Hi, Josh.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt you, I just have these ideas to run by you. I made a list so you can look them over,” he handed over to you a notepad, a bunch of ideas scribbled onto the paper. “Give them some thoughts.”

“I will, thank you.” You smile at him, returning your attention back towards the paper in your hands. Some of the ideas involved trying out temperature kinks, messing with hot wax and ice cubes. Some involved being tied up. However, your eyes drifted and stayed on a few ideas in particular.

In Josh’s messy handwriting you decipher, “Threesome with Josh and Danny – ropes?? Silk ties???”

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6 ☾ these echoes of laughter fade into a distant memory

note: fully written chapter again this time, with social media half chapters coming later this week! this chapter is mainly Yoongi and we see a little bit of his side and how he felt in the past and how he feels in the present. not edited, wanted to post this before the concert so we can all cry together!

rlly important note: i suggest you guys listen to nineteen by hayley williams because i basically base this whole story off that song (and some chinese webnovels i read lmfao). It’s one of my favorite songs ever and it hurts a whole lot. I wish i could experience how I felt when I listened to it for the first time again. As always, feel free to vent/rant and tell me your theories about how the story is going to go! let’s cry together :’)

final note: IM SORRYYY FOR THISSSS don’t hate me pleaseee 

word count: 2,523

That night, Yoongi slept in your hospital room. The emotional weight of everything that had happened had kept him nailed to the chair beside your bed. The smell of the air after the rain permeated into the room and reminded him of the day that his lawyer delivered the divorce papers to you, who was alone at home and probably waiting for him. Looking back at it, maybe it was an impulse decision that he made due to the frustration and exhaustion that your marriage caused him. He grew weary and waking up in the morning felt like a chore. You were distant, he was distant and both of you were living lives going in different directions. But you loved each other, and for a while, he thought that could be enough. Evidently, it wasn’t. He doesn’t regret the divorce because in the end, he thought he was doing what was best for the both of you. He knew how tired you were and how you felt being around the people in his life. He felt the same way with the people in yours. Everything about your lives clashed and he thought that divorce was the best solution for both of you to become happy again. He wasn’t getting any younger, but you were still very young and you could still find someone who could love and cherish you better than he could.

He didn’t regret it.

He didn’t.

Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. He didn’t regret it. He couldn’t regret it. But remembering how you looked when he came home that night breaks his heart to pieces. Your pale and shivering figure crying by the front door and the way your trembling hands shook him off when he tried to help you up. It was a sight that would remain ingrained in his mind and his heart forever. When you two finally made it inside your house to sit on the couch, he fully expected you to shout and scream and throw a tantrum about the divorce papers. He did not expect the quiet sobs that wracked your figure, or the broken “why are you doing this?” and finally the resignation in your voice when you told him you’d sign it. He remembered, at that moment, that he began crying too. He walked over and sat next to you and took you in his arms like you were his whole world even though he knew he had just ruined yours. With his head buried in your damp hair and neck, he whispered a million apologies. Sorry for breaking your heart. Sorry for wasting your time. Sorry for not knowing how to love you properly. Sorry for not trying.

These apologies meant nothing to you. They were nothing compared to the pain you had endured to be with him, to love him. He didn’t know that. For the last months of your relationship, he didn’t know who you were and that’s what pushed him to get the divorce. You were a shell of the woman you were when you two first met. Your smile didn’t make butterflies appear in his stomach anymore and your laugh didn’t make his heart flutter like it used to. It wasn’t the same anymore. You were both different people, changed people.

In the midst of this change, he was introduced to Yura by Jungkook. A model he worked with a couple times and a really nice woman. Beautiful, even. Almost as beautiful as you, he had thought when he first met her. Jungkook pushed and pushed for him to hang out with them and the rest of the guys and the more he saw Yura, the more he talked to her, the more he began to like her. She reminded him of you when he first met you.

You were 19 and he was 23 and you were modeling at the same set he was supposed to shoot at an hour later. He came early to help the staff prepare for his music video shoot and hopefully talk to the director but he had ended up watching your shoot for most of the time until it was his turn for the set. The people around you liked to say that Yoongi fell in love with you at first sight. He often refuted that it wasn’t at first sight because he wasn’t the type of person to fall in love because of how someone looks. In private, he told you that he fell in love with you at first smile, first laugh. The sight of you laughing genuinely in the middle of hydrangeas and baby’s-breath enchanted him so much that he remained rooted to the floor for the remainder of your shoot.

The laughs and the smiles were Yoongi’s favorite. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever met. You are still the most beautiful he’d ever met, but perhaps it was the exhaustion of life that wore the both of you down. What had started as a beautiful, youthful romance filled with picnics in meadows had ended with divorce papers on a rainy day in September.

These are the thoughts that followed Yoongi to sleep that night.

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[nov. 10, 2020]

The same thoughts haunted him day in and day out ever since he left that next morning at the insistence of Jungkook and Taehyung. He spent 4 days on his own, working and living his life but only on the surface. Conservations with people, including his friends, remained minimal. He couldn’t stop thinking about your broken and bruised body laying in the hospital bed, and he was anxious for the news of you waking up but none had come. He received no calls from the hospital since he left, and Taehyung said that visiting was meaningless unless the doctor told him new information.

Yura told him, verbatim, “I understand that you’re worried about her safety, but the doctors said she would be fine. She’s your ex-wife, I get it, but she’s not your responsibility anymore.”

In a way, she was right. But he couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought of leaving you all alone there. He knew it was hard for Jin to come out because he was incredibly busy with work, and when he wasn’t traveling for his job, he lived too far from both of you to ever accompany you in the way that you needed. In addition to that, he had no idea what happened to you and your mom. The last he heard, which was when you were still married, you were on speaking terms with her and there wasn’t a problem between the two of you. At least not that he knew of. Namjoon was on a book tour and Jimin was constantly booked due to his dance career. In any case, you had no one here. Yoongi was all you had and that was evident in your unchanged emergency contact list.

After Yura had said that, he felt uneasy being around her so he told her that he truthfully couldn’t stand to just move on with his life while you were practically lifeless in the hospital, and if that was a problem with her then maybe they should just take a break from each other. He kept telling himself that he really liked Yura and he wanted what she could give him, but he couldn’t ignore the four years that you two spent building a life together. Especially not now that you were pregnant, a fact that he had kept hidden from Yura.

When he thought about the pregnancy, everything else seemed to melt away. Despite the circumstances, the news of your pregnancy made him happy. Extremely so, albeit a little scared as well. He wondered how long you had known, and if you were happy or scared.Or what if you didn’t know at all? As far as he could tell, you weren’t showing. There was no sign of a bump on your little belly, but the doctor’s words were irrefutable. There was a baby growing in there. A baby that was half you and half him and that thought of that made him smile like he hadn’t in a long, long time.

That night, he dreamt about a little girl with your eyes and your smile and a nose that resembled his. A laughter that reminded him of yours echoed in those dreams.

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[nov. 11, 2020]

Pleasant dreams faded into a pleasant morning as Yoongi woke up much earlier than he was used to and felt better than he had in ages. He spent some time by himself before his phone was bombarded by phone calls and text messages from the group chat with the boys asking him when he was coming for work.

As he saw the sun take its place in the blue skies and white clouds, he decided that the day was too beautiful to waste on a day in the company. 5 days passed since your accident and he thought it was time to go back to the hospital and see how you were doing. Of course he wasn’t expecting any changes to your condition considering he hasn’t gotten any phone calls from the hospital yet, but he thought it might make him feel more at ease to sit next to you.

On his way to the hospital, he stopped by the flower shop you often went to, the one next to the park with the yellow flowers that you liked so much. The woman at the front, whose name was Yerin by the looks of her nametag, recognizes you immediately.

“Mr. Min Yoongi? How can we help you today?” She asks, immediately standing up straight at your intimidating presence.

“Just here to get some flowers.” He replies nonchalantly.

Yerin runs around the counter to stand in front of him.

“Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”

“No, not really—wait a second, that flower right there. Give me a bouquet of those.” He says, pointing to the bunches of purple flowers hiding behind Yerin.

She turns to see what he was pointing to. “Ah, purple lilacs. Okay, I’ll put it together for you really quick!”

He saw her go around the many shelves of flowers to what he assumed was the back inventory of the shop and didn’t see her come out until a couple of minutes later. In her hands was a beautiful bouquet of the purple lilacs with white baby's-breath. His eyes softened at the sight of the white flowers. The sight was familiar to him.

“That would be 25,830 won.” Yerin handed the bouquet to him and smiled.

He handed her 35,000 won, murmured his thanks and left. Once out of the shop, he was hit by the bright sunlight and couldn’t help looking over to the park. Kids were running around while their parents watched them on picnic blankets.

Warm and sunny days like this reminded him of you. Spending your days in the sun, laying on a picnic blanket and eating fruits, was your very existence.

He spends only a few moments admiring the scenery of people enjoying the weather before he makes his way back to his car and to the hospital. When he arrives at your room, nothing has changed except for the fact that your skin has regained a bit of its color and the bruises began the healing process.

Yoongi sets the flowers down on the table beside your bed. He moves the chair from the wall to the side of the bed so he could sit right next to you. His heart almost stops when he sees your face. It seems like the nurses changed the bandage on your head as the bandaging was noticeably lighter, but he could still see a bit of blood seeping through. The bruises on your arms and everywhere alarm him but he knows that you’re okay and you’re healing and that’s enough for him. It’s enough to know that you were alive and going to be fine.

His eyes trail down to your stomach and he lets it linger on them for a long time because he takes your hand in his and takes a deep breath. Two months ago he could have never imagined that this is where he would be right now. Two months ago, both of you had walked away from your marriage and Yoongi honestly thought that you two may never have crossed paths again despite his thoughts going to you more often than it should be. Now, two months later, you were divorced and pregnant with his child. His eyes continue to stare at your stomach, still flat and showing no signs of carrying a second life, and he resists the urge to caress it. You weren’t conscious and even if you were, would you allow your ex-husband to feel your stomach like that? No, probably not.

And that’s when he felt a twitch in his hand, not coming from his own. He looks down to see your fingers moving just barely. His first reaction was shock, then anxiety. He didn’t know what to do and the shock of your movement paralyzed him. It was only when he felt another movement, stronger this time, that he felt the need to press the call button to alarm the doctors and nurses. You were moving, which meant that you might be waking up.

The moments pass quickly and slowly at the same time. The doctors barely made it in time to see you flutter your eyes open and groan with a broken voice. Yoongi looked down at you, still holding your hand. You blinked your eyes multiple times. The light was too bright to take in all at once. He squeezed your hand at the relief he felt in seeing you wake up.

“Yn, how are you feeling baby?” He couldn’t help the pet name that came out of his mouth. You looked so vulnerable and fragile that it came out on instinct.

Yoongi waited for a reply for a little bit but heard none. The doctor came around to stand next to you.

“Miss Yn? Can you see us? Hear us?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, wincing at the pain in and on your head.

“Where m’I?” You attempt to speak out, but it comes out broken and croaky.

Yoongi is glad to hear your voice, to hear you talk for the first time in so long.

“You’re in the hospital right now, you were in a car accident but you’re okay now baby. How are you feeling?” He couldn’t help but ask.

You craned your head towards him, blinking furiously with your eyebrows furrowed. Confusion marred your features. Yoongi was scared that you finally realized he was here, with you, and would kick him out at any chance. He was scared that you were going to kick him out of you life before he could ever see the baby that you had made together, but this fear of his could have never prepared him for the next words to come out of your mouth.

“Who are you?”

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Come Back to Me - Junpei Y.

Summary: When you saw his world falling apart, you did your best to try and save him.

Pairing: Yoshino Junpei x GN!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Major character death, Angst w/o a happy ending, Bullying

Notes: This is admittedly not my best work. I kept wanted to scrap it and start over (I did actually...but only once) because I was having a hard time articulating reader’s feelings. My first JJK piece, I plan on tackling the manga sooner rather than later. When requests open back up JJK will be one of the available fandoms you can choose from! Anyway I pulled a lot of inspo from recalling my teenage years and having heartbreaking crushes on unobtainable people lmfao.

 Why did you do it? His words echoed in your mind as the two of you sat, bloodied, bruised, and burned against the chain link fence behind the high school you both attended. Why didn’t you run?    

 The words flowed from your lips so effortlessly, so easily, so without any care in the world, “Because you are my friend, Junpei. That is what friends do.”

 Junpei had a simple view on life. People were evil. They were heartless. They were cruel. They hated anything that was out of the ordinary. That was different. They hated him. So when he was being beaten yet again by Ito Shouta and his cronies, he was utterly surprised when you picked up a rock that had been nearby and hurled it at the ring leader’s direction to get him to stop.

 The broken off ball of concrete hit the center of Shouta’s back, causing a surprised yelp before making him see red. He turned seeing you standing there, fists clenched by your sides and eyes alight with fury. You had ordered them to leave him alone, to buzz off, to do anything but whatever it was that they were doing to your friend.

 They did not spare you. No, instead they threw you down next to Junpei and used you as a second punching bag. You were outnumbered. Overpowered. Defeated. But the one thing you absolutely weren’t was regretful. Sure Junpei was a bit different and sometimes a little odd but he didn’t deserve to be abused for being abnormal. No one did. Shouta was just some douchebag rich kid that had nothing better to do than torment classmates he felt were beneath him.

 “Never do that again.” Junpei said firmly, in a voice that caught you totally off guard. “Promise me, next time you’ll just run.” You couldn’t understand why he was upset with you for helping. Why he didn’t want your help. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest, the spark of rejection.

 But seeing you hurt, hearing you cry out in pain, watching your beauty being marred by burns that would more than likely turn to scars…it was too much. His heart just couldn’t take it. It was better for him, for both of you, if you just stayed out of it. Junpei, who felt like the most hated person on all of planet Earth, couldn’t let you hate him too. And surely after being beaten up a couple times for him, you would start to.

 His hands grasped your upper arms tightly, in a grip that was bound to bruise. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was even this upset. He’s never wanted to protect anyone other than himself ever in the entirety of his young life. He was shaking, pleading, begging you to please please never do something like this ever again. If you cared about him at all you wouldn’t.

 And despite your confusion, despite your urgent need to help him, to wipe his tears away, to clean up his cuts, to treat his burns, despite your heart swelling with pain at the thought of just walking away as he cried out for help, you agreed. You told him you would get an adult next time. You wouldn’t take matters into your own hands. If that was truly what he wanted, then you would just stay away.

 He hands loosened enough for you to move your arms again and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him in for a hug. If you couldn’t stop it, if you couldn’t save him from the worst of them, then at least you’d be there for the aftermath. For the tears and the anger and despair. You could pick up the pieces of him left scattered on the ground by the bullies that had nothing better to do in their spare time than to tear others down. Because Junpei wasn’t just your friend, he was your first crush. Your only crush. The one that made your heart flutter whenever he noticed you or had a smile tugging at your lips when he spoke to you in the hallway. Junpei who was so sweet, so quiet, so gentle. Junpei who had absolutely no idea how you felt about him in any way whatsoever.

 Over the following few weeks you had noticed him missing more and more school. You had volunteered to take his schoolwork to him after class so that he wouldn’t fall behind. This was more of an excuse to see him and make sure he was okay than to actually help him keep his grades up. That evening, you left him your notes and worksheets, and he seemed incredibly distant as he spoke with you. You knew in your heart that something was wrong. Something just wasn’t sitting right. Perhaps Shouta had gone too far, perhaps he just had no will to come back to class. Whatever it was, there was a sick feeling deep in your chest at the possibility that you wouldn’t get to see him every day ever again.

 You left him your phone number, urged him to please stay in contact because you wanted to know that he was alright. That things were okay. That he’d come back to you someday. It was just a crush but being without him just hurt so much. School wasn’t easy for you either, you had your own bullies to handle. The thought of weathering their verbal abuse alone just had tears springing to your eyes as you laid in bed at night waiting for a text, an email, a call, anything.  

 Junpei did none of the above. He did not text you. He did not email you. And her most certainly did not call you. Had you read him wrong all this time? Were his feelings simply not the same? Did he detest you as much as he did all the others?

 A few nights later you finally did receive a message from him. It was a simple five word phrase via text message. A warning that made your stomach churn with nauseating anxiety. Don’t come to school tomorrow.  

 What was he planning? Should you tell someone? The principal? The police? Your parents? Junpei wasn’t capable of something terrible like that, was he? There was no way he could hurt anyone, right? Was this why he had been absent? He was planning something terrible? On top of that, should you heed his warning and miss school?

 You urgently messaged him back, asking why. Begging for him to come clean to you. However, there was no response. No other messages came. You attempted to call him but his phone had been turned off. Did you go to his apartment? Run there despite the setting sun to find out what was going through his head? Why wouldn’t he just talk to you? Let you help him?!

 All night you tossed and turned, mind reeling with every possible scenario you could think of. Nothing made sense anymore. You couldn’t think of a single way to stop him besides to be there in person. Even if it puts you in danger. Even if you got hurt. It was worth it to save him, even if it was from himself. You’d go and you’d find him and you’d stop him.

 When you arrived at school, sleep deprived and exhausted, you kept a sharp eye out for your friend. You sat down towards the back of the auditorium as the morning assembly began. It seemed as if Shouta was getting some sort of award today, some acknowledgment for an achievement that he likely paid for. You struggled to stay awake, the feeling only getting worse when you finally did see Junpei enter the back of the room. You attempted to call out for him, but something was wrong. You couldn’t move, your body slipping into unconsciousness.

 When you awoke, the first thing you noticed was everyone around you sleeping and what sounded like a fight happening outside in the hallway. You stood, ignoring the shouts of Sotomura-sensei for you to stay down, and ran to try and figure out what was happening.

 Once outside, you raced down the hall, skidding to a halt when you saw Junpei along with two men standing beside the stairwell. The odd looking one had an arm around Junpei, the other freakishly stretched to pin the other teenager to the wall. You couldn’t make out what they were saying. Whatever Junpei had done to make you fall asleep was affecting your senses. In fact you weren’t even sure that what you were seeing was real.

 Junpei had morphed into some kind of monster, “Junpei!” You screamed for him as the other two started fighting, running to gather his misshapen body into your arms. “Junpei?” But he was gone.

 Someone was telling you to run, but you couldn’t move. Your legs would not listen to your brain as you sobbed into the mop of black hair on top of the malformed Junpei’s head. Your grip on him would have no doubt been painful if he were still alive to feel any. You begged, begged, anyone who was listening to bring him back. You’d do anything, absolutely anything, just bring Junpei back! Just bring him back to you, safe and sound! Let you take care of him again like old times! Please! Please? Please…

 No one answered your cries. Of course they didn’t. Why would they? In a world so cold and cruel, why would they bring your love back to you? You could feel your soul withering, shuddering with grief as your heart shrank more and more into your chest until you felt nothing. Nothing at all. Just complete and total numbness. He was gone. He was gone and he was never coming back. .

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[purplesurveys]

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survey by nadine07

[..Introductions..]

First Name: Robyn.

Middle Name: I don’t think I’ve shared it on here and I doubt I will.

Last Name: Not providing it either but it starts with a C.

Birthdate: April 21st.

[..First Things First..]

What was the first thing you did after you got up? I rushed to the rooftop so that I could see the sunrise. I also got in the random mood to do a time-lapse of it, but the sun took forrrrrrrr-freaking-ever to come up entirely. I was holding up my phone for like 15 minutes and nothing was happening, so I quit halfway through lol.

What was the name of your first pet? Goldie, because it was a goldfish.

Who was your first big crush? Gabie, I would say.

Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? Chelsea’s 18th birthday dinner was scheduled right after I happened to get my license, and the event took place in a small, quaint little restaurant in Marikina. 

There’s a bit of a funny story here, too – Aaron needed a ride to get there and so I offered to drive him. I picked him up and we were having small talk in the car, and he asked me how long I’ve been driving. I told him that moment was my literal first time driving out and that I just got my license the day before, and he is my first-ever passenger (at that point I’ve never even tried driving solo yet). The horror and immediate distrust on his face was something I will never forget HAHAHA. We got to the place unharmed, but it’s still one of my favorite stories to tell.

Who was your very first friend? It was a kind girl named Kaye back in kindergarten. We were always next to each other in our class lists, so it was inevitable for us to befriend one another. She transferred schools in first grade and I have not seen nor heard from her since.

What was the first thing you ate today? I had another bag of salted egg chips. I’m extremely hooked, lmao.

What was your first job? I work as an associate at a PR agency.

[..Colors..]

Name something red in the room you are in: We have an unopened bottle of wine here on the dining table and there’s still a red ribbon wrapped around it.

Is orange one of your school's team colors? No, neither of my schools had orange as one of its colors.

How many yellow shirts do you own? I can think of 5 tops hanging out in my wardrobe at the moment. Two of them are class shirts from high school; the others were tops I bought when I started getting into mustard yellow.

Name someone you know who drives a green car: I believe Angel, a classmate from high school who also studies in UP, also drives a Mitsubishi Mirage, albeit a lime green one.

Is it a blue sky outside right now? Yes for the most part, but the sun is setting soon so the sky is bound to change into many pretty colors as it usually does at this time of the day.

What is the first thing that pops into your head when I say 'purple'? Barney the dinosaur, and ube.

Are the walls in the room you're in white? Yes, all our walls indoors are white.

Does black make you think of depressing things? Not always, but if used specifically in that context, it definitely helps boosts the mood.

Jewelry: gold or silver? Silverrr, always.

[..Phone Stuff..]

Who is your provider? Nothing you would be familiar with, but I use Globe.

How long have you had your current phone? It’ll be three years this year. It would be nice to upgrade, but I’m also still happy with my current phone so it doesn’t really matter to me.

What did your last text say? The last one that came through that didn’t come from my mobile services provider was from someone in the media. It was his birthday last Friday and I messaged him if he’d like to receive a gift from us, on behalf of one of our clients; he just replied with his confirmation and details.

If you woke up naked next to the last person to call, would it be awkward? Yep and I’d feel like throwing up almost immediately.

Was your last missed call male or female? It was from my mom.

Who is your 10th phone contact? It’s from Jum, who I realize is still listed as Ate Jum on my phone. That’s cute hahaha; I must have gotten her number when we weren’t super close yet. Anyway, she’s been super MIA for like the last two years...basically, ever since she graduated. I believe she has also since moved back to Bicol, so it’s become virtually impossible to see her again. Bums me out and I look forward to the day we somehow end up in the same room once again.

How did you meet them? I met her in my very first journalism major class. I had mixed feelings towards her at first since I found her to be super loud in class, and I initially thought she would only be a one-time classmate and nothing more; but I got to know her more and we even ended up as orgmates, and it turns out she is literally the most hilarious person I know.

Are you related to your 17th phone contact? I have absolutely no clue who it is. I no longer remember what led to it, but Gabie and I swapped the SIM cards in our phones at one point, and for some reason it made me have access to her contacts; the 17th contact on my phone is someone from her list. And since I never hang out in my Contacts app, I’ve never gotten around to deleting those extra numbers I received.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? Around 6th or 7th grade. I can’t remember the exact grade level she transferred to my school as a new student.

When was the last time you saw them? It’s been at least a year. I remember seeing her on campus very briefly when I was on my way to a certain building for class, while she was walking out of it.

Who is your 4th phone contact? LMAO, again, it’s from her contact list. Said person is one of her older cousins, I believe.

Have you ever kissed that person? No, and that is very weird and uncomfortable to think about.

When was the last time someone drunk dialed/texted/left a voicemail? Andi drunk messaged me a few months ago. November, I think.

[..Friends..]

Who is your #1? No Myspace but I’d say my top best friend is Angela.

How long have you known them? It will be 16 years this year.

Have you ever kissed? Oh my gosh, hell no. It would be like kissing a sister haha. She’s super affectionate and will sometimes kiss my shoulder or cheek, though.

Are you dating this person? No, never did and never desired to.

Do you have nicknames for each other? Not really exclusive to each other, but I call her Anj (and only a few people call her so) and she will occasionally call me Reben or Rolayn, both from past inside jokes.

What is your #2's full name? I am not sharing that, but I refer to them as Andi (you may remember them as Andrew from the past times I’ve mentioned them).

Do they live within 20 minutes of you? If there is zero traffic, I can probably make it to their place within that timeframe, yeah. But realistically, no they don’t.

How did you meet? We initially met in an anti-Marcos protest/rally – I approached they first because they had a wrestling shirt on, heheh – and that’s when I learned we were from the same college. But they rubbed me off the wrong way from our first meeting as they were too extroverted for my liking, and I spent a good chunk of time ignoring him whenever we crossed paths, lmfao. Eventually we were put in the same class at some point, and they even joined my org, and an intensely close friendship started from there.

Could you live with this person? Sure. I think they would never be a boring roommate.

Who is your #3? I’m gonna go with Kate for this one.

Where are they right now? I have no idea. We don’t really catch up with each other’s lives on a regular basis; we have a very chill, low-maintenance friendship.

When is this person's birthday? January 1st.

Has this person ever seen you naked? I don’t think so.

What is your #4's full name? I don’t think I have a 4th-tier best friend haha, but I’m gonna pick Tina.

When did you last see them? Last year, on the last normal day I was able to be on campus. She was set to present one of her projects at a journalism conference that was taking place in campus that day, but I was able to hang out with her for a short time before the event.

Have they ever dated one of your other friends? No. I knew she had a crush on someone from the college, though.

Do you know their favorite movie? I’m not sure about her favorite movie but I do know she loves Adam Sandler. I was never able to figure out if her interest was ironic or genuine but yeah, she enjoys a good number of his works.

[..Randomosity..]

What time is it? 6:20 PM.

Are you supposed to be doing something other than this? I wouldn’t say so. I do have deliverables for work but since it’s the weekend, I’m not thinking about them nor do I have the desire to touch those tasks until Monday.

Do you live on your own or with your parents? I live with my family. Considering my monthly income, it’d be close to impossible to sustain myself in my own place this early in my adult life.

Are you more of a cat or a dog person? Dog, for sure.

Are you allergic to anything? I don’t believe so.

Does your shirt have anything written on it? Yeah, it says “UP Fighting Maroons” styled in a varsity font since that’s the term for our sports team.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? I have, but only back in like Grade 6 when we had to do it for a home ec class. I remember wanting to buy a tie-dye set recently so I could revisit the activity, but I never got around to it.

Who can you always count on to cheer you up? Angela for the most part; but I also don’t want to be too reliant on my friends in this way. Sometimes I simply allow myself to be sad or upset, and sometimes I count on myself to cheer up.

How many places have you been today? I have been nowhere but at home today lol. I’ll be going to BGC tomorrow to have lunch with my godfather and my cousins, though.

Are you a forgiving person? No.

When was the last time you felt let down? Last night when I read the news that the government will be making All Souls’ Day, Christmas Eve, and New Year’s Eve working days this year. I already know I’ll be half-assing my way through those days lmao because whyyyyyyy the fuck would you make people work on family-centric holidays such as those

What is the title of the nearest book to you? There are no books here at the rooftop.

Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else? Nope.

Can you whistle? Only through my lips. I can’t do the kind of whistle where you put your fingers in your mouth as well.

Do you look more like your mother or your father? My mom.

Are you still in high school? I’m well past that chapter.

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child? I’m the eldest.

Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep? No, because I don’t.

How many people have you kissed this year? None.

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully? Hmm, no one comes to mind.

Are you a night owl or an early bird? More of a night owl.

If you could have an exotic pet, what would it be? No thanks. I’ve never had the desire to have one.

Would you rather go to Brazil for the weekend or Finland for a month? I’d have to go with Finland. I feel like the cultural differences would be a lot more marked, plus the vacation is longer so that is an instant win for me.

[..And Finally..]

Where did you go the last time you drove somewhere? I was driving to the local coffee shop to spend some time with myself, and do a liiiiiiiittle bit of work as well.

Where did you last go out to eat at? Ramen Nagi. I was initially hesitant to show up there and ask for a table for one on a Sunday evening...but it turned out to feel incredibly empowering and freeing. It was definitely awkward at first, but it got a lot easier once I realized literally no one gives a fuck. Or if they did, they didn’t do anything about it and let me mind my own business. That evening was a crucial step in reclaiming my happiness, so I’m glad I made the choice to suck it up and enter the restaurant.

When was the last time you let someone borrow something from you? Last week, when Angela needed our abaca mat as an aesthetic for her grad shoot.

Was your last breakup a bad one? Yes.

What was the last song you listened to? Just checked my Spotify and the current song I have on pause is Descansos by Hayley Williams. 

What was the last movie you watched? Midsommar.

Did your last kiss happen in a public place? Not technically, but it did take place outside of my house so we were outdoors for some neighbors to see.

How did you meet the last person to leave you a comment? It was Andi, and I already explained how we met earlier in this survey.

[tetsuwhore]

mass answering asks <3

thank you so so much for all the lovely messages sent during my hiatus!! these are a handful of the asks clubbed together into one post so i dont spam your dashes lol

if u sent me an ask over these past few weeks, it’s probably in here! anyway let’s get into it!!

→ pleaseee this ask made me all mushy inside 😭  thank u for stopping by to send me this, you’re a sweetheart <3

→ STOPPP OMG “masterpieces” you’re giving me farrr too much credit!!! thank u for all your wishes baby 💞✨ 

also yes, that anon sign off is all yours!!

→ oooo i did not think people from ao3 would try to find me here??? but im really glad u enjoyed reading depravity + it always makes me happy when people say they liked my characterization 😌  

i actually do have a few post-timeskip! oikawa fics in the works (both sfw and nsfw) - not sure when they’ll be finished, but they’re up there on my wip list ^^

as for more oikawa fics - the only other one i have written for him is this. i also have a rec list of my favourite oikawa fics here! hope u find something u like :))

→ girl that’s you, me, and next to everyone else on this blog 😭  say that shit LOUD N PROUD!!

→ um how dare yOU COME INTO MY INBOX WITH ZERO WARNING AND LEAVE MY HEART BEATING THIS FAST 😡😡😡  hehe love u angel <333

→ lmfao fate brought us together girl, hope you’ve been having a good time in my horny hellsite 😭  - @seras92​

→ nah baby, on this blog, we are PROUD of that status 😤 ✋🏼 the username isnt for nothing!! hehe love you back too💞✨

→ girl i’d catch it 😭 😭 😭  glad u enjoy my work, baby <3

(putting these three asks together)

→ a pillow princess is a sex term used for women who tend to receive rather than give - coined in lesbian circles

i personally don’t have an issue with who uses the term, and whether they do so in straight or same sex contexts - i’ve used it with both male and female partners in the past. still, i understand that there may be other wlw who’d prefer to keep that kind of lexicon restricted to lgbt circles only

(putting these three asks together, tw for jealousy, possessiveness and controlling behaviour)

→ lol i just dont read them anymore. very few fics i’ve read actually address the jealousy in a healthy manner that doesn’t antagonize reader, so i’ve decided to just stay away

@ the third ask - omg no you’re totally valid!! i think there’s a huuuge difference between incorporating it into kink play, and actually believing u have the right to dictate who your partner gets to spend their time around!! like u said - the difference is whether it’s consensual fantasy, or actual reality

→ that is the beautiful miss yuuko ichihara from xxxholic!!! ✨ + omg i looked her up and i sort of see it?? WHAT IS UP WITH HER EYES THOUGH PLEASEEE 😭

→ maam i’ve turned this into blog into a yuuko fanclub, did u see all my new headers 😭😭😭

[fan-wicktion]

Sparrow (4)

MASTER LIST

warnings: bad language (surprise lmfao), violence, mentions of death/murder, maybe some slight angst depending on how you take it, no smut I’m sorry to tease you with this gif

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You lie in what you hope to be a seductive pose, stretching your body across the bed. You try to steel your nerves as you wait, banishing thoughts of what else may have went down in this very spot over the years.

You’re pretending to be a hooker. This better be fucking worth it. Why do my plans always involve putting myself in LITERALLY the worst positions?! You check to ensure your handgun is still securely hidden in the black lace of your corset, then glance at yourself in the wall of mirrors across from the bed. You had lacquered your lips with a blood red lipstick, smudging your eyes into a dark smoke. Your breasts were held aloft by a black bustier, and a black garter belt clung to your hips and thighs. Since you couldn’t exactly wear a kevlar vest into this job without arousing suspicion, your makeup and lingerie would be your armor today. I do look pretty hot, you observe, growling at yourself in the mirrors. I’d fuck me.

You hear footsteps in the hallway and freeze. Taking a deep breath, you enter assassin mode: hyper-vigilant and deadly. You feel an eerie calm wash over you as it always does before a kill, and you put on your best Fuck Me face as Vitaly Koslov barges into the room.

You can tell he’s been drinking by the sway of his gait, but his eyes are cold and piercing—even from across the room. He scans you up and down, and you begin to notice how exposed you really are.

“Come ‘ere bitch,” he barks, and you stand from the bed slowly, approaching him with caution. You can smell the alcohol on him as you draw near, mind bubbling with calculations. He’s about 6 foot, 185 pounds. He’s much larger than me but I can take him down if I—

“TOO FUCKING SLOW, CUNT,” Koslov roars, grabbing you by the neck and throwing you to the ground. He kicks you in the ribs, knocking the air out of you, and you sympathize internally for the women who have to put up with this every day. Killing him is going to feel fantastic.You struggle up onto your hands and knees before he kicks you again, and put on the sweetest tone you can muster.

“Don’t you want to lock the door?” you purr through gritted teeth. Koslov slams the door shut, clumsily turning the lock in his thick fingers. “That’s right, now you can have your way with me…”

The man stomps over to you, arms outstretched and poised to grab you by the neck again. You duck quickly and deliver a swift punch to his sternum, throwing him back.

“WHA—” he roars, and you take the chance to leap on him, sending you both to the ground. You swing for his face, but he snags your wrist with a strong arm and bites into your skin—hard. You cry out but don’t take your eyes off of him, using your free hand to pull out your gun. With effort you manage to pin his arms with your knees, holding him in a position you hope he won’t be able to easily throw you off. You point the gun at his forehead, and he releases your arm from his teeth.

“Who the fuck are you?” he growls, but panic swirls behind his eyes.

“I’m your worst nightmare.”

He lets out a high, cruel laugh. “YOU? Please. I’m not getting taken out by some dumb whore.”

You click off the safety. “Oh, you’re not? According to today’s itinerary, I’m scheduled to kill an asshole ecoterrorist about now. That must be you.” You sneer at him. “If I can escape John fucking Wick, I don’t think you could do anything to scare me.”

At that, Koslov’s face went white as a sheet. “Y-you killed John Wick?”

You pause. “Uh, sure?” Suddenly he begins laughing again, the sound grating on your ears.

“HA! No you didn’t. I can see it in your face! Sweetheart, if John Wick is still alive, you’re as good as dea—”

BANG!

You shoot him between the eyes, not caring to hear him finish his sentence. God, what a prick.

Time to cash in. You remember the last picture you sent in with a smirk. Unprofessional my ASS. I’ll show them unprofessional.

You half drag, half carry Koslov’s body to the bed, panting as you accidentally drop him. Oops. You hoist him up and position him so he would looks like he was sleeping—if his eyes weren’t rolled back with a bullet hole between them. You climb into the bed beside him and swing an exposed leg over his hips. You raise your phone to take a selfie with one hand, and with the other you grab Koslov’s chin, bringing his face close to your own. You close your eyes and take the picture as you run your tongue up his cheek.

As soon as the selfie is taken you spring away from the corpse, disgusted. “BLECH!” You sprint to your bag and take a huge swig of mouthwash, trying to gargle away your sins. OHMYGODWHY-THE-FUCK-DID-I-DO-THAT.

When you’re done decontaminating, you examine the picture and chuckle, imagining how it will be received. You send it off to headquarters, changing into shorts and a t-shirt. You help the other girls clean up your mess, then you leave the brothel, trying to decide what to do next. Maybe I’ll stay here a couple more days and hit the beach, you think. I deserve a real vacation.

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John was getting briefed for a hit at the Continental when his phone buzzed. He looked around, noticing that everyone’s phone had went off at the same time. Must be a new contract going live. He planned to check it later, but quickly whipped out his phone as laughter and mirthful mutterings crashed around him like a wave. He opened the message and saw the one thing in the world that could plausibly give him a heart attack.

There you were. Body on full display, practically bursting out of your lingerie as you half straddled a dead man. John staggered back a few steps, mind reeling. His heart and his brain were at war, and he didn’t know if he was more shocked that the dead man was Vitaly Koslov, or if he was reacting to your state of undress. It’s her you’re astounded by, his heart whispered before he could stamp it down. What, did she fucking SLEEP with him?! The thought of you parading around, fucking men to kill them made his chest burn, and it burst into a boil as he heard the raunchy comments around him.

I’d hit that.

It takes a freak bitch to hump a dead man.

I’ll track her down myself and ask for the same treatment.

I’d want it the other way around…

He clenched his fists, cracking his phone in the process. Just then, he was signaled to come into Winston’s office—NOW.

“Mr. Wick.”

“Winston.”

“I see our mutual friend has been busy. How do you feel about that?”

John’s shoulders tightened, but he made no reply. Winston read his body language and pressed on.

“Angry? Me too. It seems that whoever fielded the message when she cashed in on Koslov’s death though the picture was funny enough to forward to THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND NETWORK.” Winston slammed his hands on his desk, but quickly regained composure and folded them politely.

“Now. I would like to have a chat with her. Since she slighted you on the bank contract, I will come to you first with my request.”

John’s eyes flashed with recognition and panic. He knew what that chat would entail, and although he was pissed, he didn’t think you quite deserved what Winston was implying.

“Yes..?” he stood, waiting to hear what Winston needed.

“As a favor to you, and knowing that you are the best man for the job…Bring her to me.”

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Tag list: @chicksamwitch​ @mikaneonox​ @onebatch--twobatch​ @fandomwritrix​ @littledeadgirlwalking​ I hope I got everyone!

[niallandtommo]

so who’s ready for a post about my time in new york and also my feelings because it was a pretty emotional week? no one? alright i’m gonna post it anyway 

so i already told you the story about my cancelled flight but i just wanna say i’m so fucking grateful that i have such an amazing and supportive family. i had a really bad panic attack and i wanted to go home and my family was like alright it’s your decision, whatever you wanna do is fine and if you wanna go home, you can go home right now. and that just showed me that my family cares more about my mental health than money and that’s honestly the best feeling in the world. i’m so happy that my sister was at the airport with me because she was like whatever your decision is, we’re gonna support you and no one would be disappointed because i honestly felt like the biggest loser in that moment and i thought everyone would be mad at me. also big shout out to that lovely lady at the airport. she talked to my sister and she was like hey there’s a free seat next to me, we can just ask if you can sit next to me and when my sister had to leave she was with me the whole time and she talked to me and distracted me and that’s exaclty what i needed so big thank you to that woman because she helped me even though she didn’t even know me. 

OKAY now let’s talk about my time in new york. my hotel was absolutely amazing. it was a little pricey but it was SO worth it. i had a beautiful room with a big shower and a big bed and i felt so comfortable and safe the whole time and everyone was incredibly nice and helpful. the rooftop made me speechless because you had a beautiful view over manhattan. i took a pic of that view almost every day lmao

i spent so much time outside in the 6 days i was there. i saw so many things and i met some of my tumblr friends. my personal highlights were the view from the top of the rock and the brooklyn bridge/brooklyn bridge park. i also saw the empire state building, times square, the statue of liberty, the flatiron building, central park, the 9/11 memorial, madison square garden (when i was there i was like omg one direction was here a few years ago!!!! dkhgkdf) and a few other things. i also went to the shawn mendes concert in newark with ally and kellie and it was sooooo much fun!!! unfortunately i didn’t go to the 1d party on saturday because i didn’t feel good but it’s okay. i can have a 1d party in my room any day lmfao

the food in new york was good. but i gotta be honest, i’ve seen a lot of places in europe and tried a lot of food here so i would say the food in europe is better BUT olive garden was pretty good and i really liked the shake shack burgers lmao (and i bought SOO much reese’s chocolate lmfao it’s my favorite)

new york is a great city and i will definitely come back!! (and i have a few other american cities on my bucket list) but i could never live there. i live in berlin so i know what it’s like to live in a big city but nyc is a whole other level lmao (and also i just really love germany and europe dfkjghd) but it was such a wonderful week and i took a million pics. i’m gonna talk about this trip for the rest of my life because it was a crazy experience and i’m so happy that i was there. i’m a bit sad that the bad start kinda ruined the first 2 days for me but it’s okay

now i’m back in berlin and i’m so proud of myself that i did this. i planned the whole thing, i was extremely prepared for this trip because i’ve read a million things about new york and I went there alone. so i’m really fucking proud of myself because it was nerve racking and overwhelming but i did it. but this whole experience also showed me that it’s okay to ask for help sometimes because it’s scary to be alone and to do things alone. i can do things that make me happy without other people but sometimes i need the emotional support from other people and i receive that support every day, from my family, from my friends in real life and on here and even from strangers that don’t really know me. you can definitely be happy when you’re alone but i think it’s also important to remember that it’s okay to ask for help when you need it. even if it’s just a reply or message from a friend or stranger on here. so i just wanna thank everyone for helping me and supporting me and rooting for me. all your comments on my text posts and all your messages mean so much to me and they help me so much. and even if you’re just reading this post because you care about me, thank you, it really means a lot. 

also big shout out to ally @highrry because she helped me SO much over the past few months and she made my time in nyc so special. i saw her almost every day and i enjoyed every second with her (sorry if i was a little shy and awkward, i was just super nervous and i’m an introvert lmao but it had nothing to do with you!!) i can’t wait for you to come to europe. i love you so much ally, thank you

@craicthatniall i know you don’t really use tumblr anymore but i’m gonna tag you anyway because i’m so glad that we went to the mall and to shawn’s concert together! you know you’ve always been one of my faves on here so it was so nice to finally meet you! love you kellie

and last but not least @ladsnightout! thank you again for coming to nyc to see me! you’re such a wonderful person and i’m so glad that we got to see each other. i had so much fun and our polaroid picture has a special place with all my other pictures on my wall. love you kelli 

[langst-wins]

the last thing i'm gonna say about voltron, unintentional queerbaiting, and major s8 plotholes, and then imma shut up and let y'all be free from my long bitch ass s8 posts so we can get back to regularly scheduled klance fanfics & fanarts

yes, they queerbaited us with shiro as rep. not in the sense that he wasn't queer but in the sense that they hyped us up for his relationship with adam, made us think we were gonna see an adashi reunion, and we ended up getting like 90 seconds top of LGBT content over the entire series.

no, I highly doubt they did it intentionally. yes, they did admit they fucked up and apologized several times. yes, I appreciate the apology and I understand that they're human beings and people make mistakes and overlook things sometimes. like they said, they never meant to make anyone feel baited. they really thought they were going to get a good response. lauren called voltron a "learning experience" in the open letter to the fandom after s7. I think she meant learning experience in general ofc but I think she also meant they've learned how to and how not to do LGBT rep in a show.

but I will absolutely be taking any promises of LGBT rep from lm and jds with a grain of salt. i will absolutely be watching their future works from afar and not getting myself too invested until the series ends and I can watch it as a whole while knowing what to expect.

I dont think they MEANT harm but y'all...they fucked up. they know it, and they apologized. it shows maturity that they apologized in that open letter after s7 and at the final nycc panel, and again, I appreciate that.

but I would rather they have not said anything about LGBT rep, ever, and just let gay shiro be a nice surprise. then, the minimal rep we received would have been wonderful and a nice warm surprise instead of a huge disappointment. it was only a disappointment because it didn't live up to the hype they made for it. and I know the hype was partially due to marketing they had no control over, but it was absolutely partially them, too.

they didn't promise LGBT content in LoK and canon korrassami ended up being a nice surprise even though it was minimal. that was how they SHOULD have done shiro's sexuality if they knew it was going to be a small thing. I would rather they have kept their lips zipped about LGBT, not announced gay shiro ahead of time, and just it be what it was when seasons 7 and 8 came out.

again, I dont think the bait was intentional, but it was bait all the same.

you are not crazy or too sensitive if your feelings are hurt/you feel baited by this show. you are not a shitty person if you just dont trust them right now. dont let people tell you otherwise. it's okay to take a step back from their work and wait to see how their next show plays out before you get involved.

i really do love voltron, even though s8 was confusing af, seasons 1-7 were LIT. I enjoy bits and pieces of s8 but mostly it was a let down. not only because of rep, just because a lot of things didn't make sense to me and a lot of the problem solving just felt way too convenient.

like I feel like every conflict in the plot was resolved way too easily and/or in ways that didnt make sense. and I feel like most of the characters' futures in the credits didnt really match up to those characters personalities. specifically lance, hunk, and keith.

lance staying on earth with his family, spreading allura's message to carry on her legacy? makes perfect sense, valid af. lance becoming a farmer? not so much. I feel like he would have been better suited as teaching classes as a pilot instructor at the garrison or smth similar. altean lance still gave me whiplash and left me confused af but he looks so damn 👌👌👀👀🙌🙌😭 with his cute ass altean marks that I'm just gonna let that one go for the sake of aesthetic.

hunk becoming a chef? not ooc necessarily but I feel like he would have been better suited as a diplomat. y'know. ambassador to earth sort of thing.

keith aiding in recovery efforts and being a humanitarian (...alien-itarian...? idk). okay let's be real we all knew this edgy boi has a soft ass heart. I think hes just mature enough now to let his walls come down and not be afraid of caring ig. which is sweet and nice and all. but I feel like he wouldnt...JUST be doing that. like he would still want the battle and the adrenaline and the badass mf fight sequences. that's kinda his Thing.

shiro marrying a rando? I would have preferred adam to not die and them end up getting back together once shiro returned to earth. i just feel like there was no reason to kill off adam? shiro has already suffered so much, what was the point? but i'm not gonna hate on curtis bc we dont know jackshit about him and for all we know he could be a bombass dude. shiro looked happy tho and it's better than him being forever alone so I can hesitantly accept that ig. but on one condition and one condition only: their ship name must be shirts. if their ship name is not shirts then I dont want it

allura's death was pointless. i havent seen anyone disagree with this one so far. her life was full of suffering and then she died. like can we all just agree she was done dirty and it was entirely unnecessary.

dont come @ me with "you just dont like s8 bc your ship wasnt canon"

that's not it at all.

they could have made this season so amazing and still not have made klance canon. they could have left me disappointed in no klance but still happy because the finale made my heart go dynamite BOOM. I could have ended the last episode with no canon klance and still been smiling because the plot was bitchin' and the characters were all alive and happy.

but they didnt, so I wasnt. it just...wasnt a good season. it had good aspects, yes, but as a whole? meh.

season 8 was poorly handled. it really was. it had so much potential to end with EVERY character having a positive ending and still have an actual satisfying conclusion to the war. I know they wanted to show how heavy and serious and heartbreaking the war actually was, but you can make an emotional, heavy finale without killing off a main character and leaving her main character love interest lonely and grieving. like im sorry killing allura and leaving lance sad and lonely was not necessary at all to the plot it just flat out wasnt. they did those characters dirty and they did allurance shippers even dirtier.

allurancers cheered seeing their ship canon then had it ripped out from under them and my heart honestly grieves worse for my allurance and allura stan fam than my klance fam. they did y'all so wrong and i'm sorry it had to go down like that.

sheith shippers got fucked over when all that development and relationship and growth culminated into basically nothing in the final season. like as a broganes stan even i was taken aback by the sudden radio silence between them so I cant imagine how let down actual sheith shippers feel.

us adashi shippers? obvious. adam's death was not necessary. and dont tell me it was to show the heaviness and realness of death in war because vld does NOT have a track record of dead characters staying dead. they could have at least gave us some mild development with shirts (lmfao im so sorry but shirts) and let us see more of curtis as a character. like...literally just two 60 second scenes would have been nice. they could have easily fit that in.

us klancers got fucked over by unnecessary parallels to canon ships. they could have made it a cute platonic friendship in s8 and let us enjoy it and proceed to enjoy fanon klance without all those blatant parallels to shay/hunk that just left us confused. and the parallels in earlier seasons. like why did you have to make so many parallels to romantic moments and romantic tropes if it was platonic. why did you have to go and do that. what was the point.

s8 could have ended in such a way that shippers of every ship in the fandom were satisfied with the finale because their faves were treated right and the plot was fire. it had so much potential in the first half and could have been so damn good.

it wasnt though. the entire thing was so confusing and nothing about it felt like vld. It feels like a spin off or a reboot. I dont like s8 as a whole and I doubt I ever will. it might grow on me in time but I'll never fully like it, y'know. everything about it felt so tilted and off and just wrong.

but it really just be like that sometimes ig.

[bugborgs]

ENDGAME REACTIONS FROM MEMORY

quotes are not exact bc unfortunately i have the memory of a 90 year old granpa AND ALSO my reactions/recollection of events are absolutely NOT in order lol BUT

also again anyone who wants to is free to message me if u wanna talk about the movie or if you want spoilers i guess??? lol ALSO im gonna turn anon on like i said after i post this 

Someone in my theater actually brought a bigass infinity guantlet and wore it to the screening lol

I don't really like Tony much but ngl the opening scene with him and Nebula on the Milano was so good omg

I love Scott so muchSCOTT-CASSIE REUINUON WAS SO GOOD I CRY

i love that nebula and rhodey seem to be friends omg??? like she called him specifically to make fun of scott im djhkdjhsd

“Rhodey, be careful coming in, there’s an idiot on the landing strip”

hulk giving scotty a taco after his got blown away lmaooo

LOTS of cheers and clapping when cap held mjolnir!!! like SO much you guys

HUGE cheers when everyone was un-dusted

when t’challa, okoye, and shuri showed up, i heard several “Wakanda Forever!”’s from my audience

i think the guy sitting next to me even did the Wakanda Forever arm cross

LOTS of cheers from my audience when pepper showed up in an iron suit

lots of cheers when valkyrie showed up on her pegasus too!!

People were actually audibly crying at the end

there were at least a couple distinct criers i could make out

you will Know When if you've seen it

I wasn't one of the those people but no disrespect to those that did i feel u man

I DID however cry like a fucking bitch at Nebula's scenes

So many of them

Y'all I was near sobbing what the fuck

And Gamora???? Wtf TEARS

not. Happy that she's still Dead but ://///

"I have blasters, or you could use knives if you want"

"Ooh yes please use knives!"

Agfdjdhdhdjdg????

mantis what the fuck

Mantis darling.......you've been hanging out with Nebula too much jahsgshsgs

"As far as I'm concerned that is the ass of america"

"That IS America's ass"

I'm still crying about nebula

My endgame wishlist mostly came true lmao

They almost made me feel a Tiny emotion for Clint and nat so like

Good job marvel

Almost

CAROL’S SHORT HAIR AAAAAAAAAA

I'M GAY

IM SO GAY

I called nat dying but it was iN JOKE FORM LMFAO I joked about it with my friend for last minute predictions last night

And rhen it DID happen and I'm laughing fuck

I almost had like 10 heart attacks over Nebula this movie

Nebula. ........😭😭😭😭😭

"You can change" "he won't let me" fuck u marvel

"I tried to kill you several times. Then we became friends. And then sisters"

What the FUCK yall

Fuck

Peter dancing and singing along to come and get your love.......classic

"He's an idiot, isn't he?" "Yeah"

I'm not. suuuuuper happy about the Peter-Gamora scene

I know it's pre guardians Gamora so she like. Has no attachment to him or anything but

Idk it seemed callous to turn it into a joke after Peter's reaction + what happened in IW

i kind of laughed tho ngl but i hated myself for it kjsdfkhjfshkjs

I have mixed feelings about the Nebula - Gamora scene at the Avengers compound like I'm not mad? But it left me feeling SO SAD

I don't know how I feel

Nebula.................

im just gonna like

cry about nebula all night

fuck

y’all im so sad

Thor killed me this entire fycking movie

I wish we'd had more valkyrie but omg I'm so happy to see her

NEW ASGARD

Idrk how I feel about caps end?? like

ok i guess

i SERIOUSLY thought tho like

when they panned over to him on the bench

that they were gonna turn him around and he was gonna be just

a fuckin SKELETON

OLD MAN SKELETON

that would have been hilarious but also terrible and im glad it didnt happen but i also kind of wanted it to lol

Sam receiving caps shield tho...!!!!

Nebula should have killed thanos lol

Sorry you can't change my mind :)

that being said seeing thor fucking decapitate thanos was fucking amazing god bless

sidenote this movie was a lot?? bloodier than i was expecting esp with other marvel movies that avoiding showing blood/death

like the dora milaje killmonger killed in bp comes to mind considering hawkeye. slits a dude’s throat in this movie

and you see blood

lmfao

OK THAT’S??? A LOT?? OF THOUGHTS

I FEEL LIKE I HAVE MORE BUT THIS MOVIE WAS SO LONG Y’ALL I BARELY MANAGED TO REMEMBER ALL OF THIS

im still crying about nebula

im never gonna not cry about nebula

ANYWAYS I HAD A LOT OF FUN i wanna go rewatch it like. immediately. i still stand by my tag statement that i dont think it’s a perfect movie and i have some issues with it but honestly? most of my main wishes came true so i can like

not forgive it but i can overlook it :^)

[femmeslash]

37 and gokuiru!!!

37. you jokingly suggest we send out holiday cards together as friends so we do, and now everyone is congratulating us for finally getting together

The first year after Dangan Ronpa, Miu doesn't send anything. She has no use for holiday cards, for new year's charms. The only person who cares if she lives or dies is Kaede, and Miu isn't about to waste her time or money on sending a card to the apartment where they both live.

The second year, she's with Gonta, grateful to have her own room, grateful to be something closer to alive. She sends just one postcard, to Kaede and Maki, and receives just one in return.

By the third year she's thriving, blossoming. She's confident for the first time that she won't die by her own hand, that her life is worth living, that maybe she does have something to give to the world.

Her list has grown, too: Kaede and Maki, Shuuichi, a nice woman from the Husky and Malamute owners' group she's in, some guy in Fukuoka Prefecture who she's been working on a Kiibo fan build with. A manageable handful.

"Oi," she says over breakfast one day, half-jokingly, as frost bites at the kitchen windows. "You wanna combine our New Year's cards this year? Might be more efficient."

Gonta brightens instantly, making Miu's heart flutter, and she knows she can't back out now. "Yes! Gonta would love that."

And so, against Miu's better judgment, they do. Gonta goes into town and buys the little cards from the post office, and is visibly excited when he brings them back to Miu. Cute. "Miu, Miu, look! The post office had insect postcards!"

"Oh yeah? Lemme guess, you bought 'em all."

"Gonta did!" He carefully lays each one out on the table so Miu can look over the designs. "Does Miu want to fill them out now?"

"Ah, sure! Why the fuck not."

.

Kaede: hey happy new year! we got your card

Bitch Tits: yeah happy new year 🔥

Kaede: it was cute! haha since when are you and gonta-kun a thing??

Kaede: and you didnt TELL ME????

Miu groans out loud at her phone screen. She's been nursing a mild crush on Gonta for the past month and a half, but like fuck is she about to tell her sister about that, especially over instant messaging.

Bitch Tits: we arent lmfao

Bitch Tits: u think id be able 2 keep it to mysefl if i was gettin that dick

(That part is true, Miu admits.)

Kaede: ahh sorry for assuming! i just thought it was nice you did it together haha

Bitch Tits: iits all good

Kaede: you should be getting ours soon if you havent! im really excited about them 💕

.

"So who's your special friend?" asks the lady from the dog group the next time she and Miu meet.

"Ain't got one," Miu grumbles. "Same as always."

.

The latest email Miu receives from the Kiibo build guy has a postscript: BTW, how long have you been with this guy now? Good for you making it official!

Miu leans back in her chair and screams.

.

"Congratulations!" an older woman that Miu barely recognizes tells her in the convenience store, smiling from ear to ear. Miu doesn't bother correcting her.

.

"Has everyone and their mother been asking you if we're fucking or something?" Miu asks as she and Gonta wash dishes together on the Saturday morning after the new year.

"Oh!" Gonta flushes slightly pink. "A few people assumed. Gonta told them Miu is just a friend."

"Yeah," Miu says, scrubbing furiously at a bowl.

"...Gonta's sorry."

"Nah, don't be. I'm the one who gave people the wrong idea." But, oh, how she wishes they were right.

Gonta hesitates, looking like he wants to say something, but doesn't, and drops the subject.

And so, life goes on.

Winter passes, melting into spring. Gonta's bees come out of hibernation. The days grow longer and hotter, then cooler and shorter again. And, somewhere along the way, Miu finds the courage to tell Gonta how she feels.

The fourth year after Dangan Ronpa, Miu sleeps by Gonta's side each night, and kisses him each morning. They work side by side, Miu on her programming, Gonta in his apiary.

And when the new year comes, once again, their cards are sent together.

[winter prompts!]

[tayegi]

Ahhhh I love how u ended chapter 11 of NR!!! I am SO here for OC calling jk out on his bullshit 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Anonymous said:Lu, I think this was my favourite chapter of new rules so far. This one really hit home for me – a similar thing happened to me before with a guy, said he liked me, but treated me like a walking vagina and then he turned round and got a girlfriend like I meant nothing. And this chapter really brought it back for me, you wrote it so well and the emotions feel very raw. I also love the friendship portrayal of Yerin and Mijoo, it's nice to see that chicks before dicks mentality in a fic for once :)

thotitup said:the new chapter of NR is amazing!!! I usually finish chapters needing a new one for closure/satisfaction but this one could be the ending and i would be just fine!! girl said what she had to say and went into the storm (metaphor for heartbreak and epiphany journey?) by herself like a BOSS ASS BITCH. Jk is cancelled until he grows up, nice work xxx

Anonymous said:Jeon jungkook really is a fucking coward. I was crying with oc the whole time. What I really respect about her though is her bravery to tackle on her problems headon. She's afraid but that didn't stop her from confessing her feelings and calling jungkook out, laying her feelings out there in a room full of frat boys. I would neverbe able to do that. She shows her strengths even in her weakest moments. She's definitely one of my fav oc in existence. Thank you for writing this!!

Anonymous said:being a lesbian really do be the best thing to ever happen to me bc men AINT IT ! love ur fic x amazing as always :)))uwu

Anonymous said:The OC spitting the truth in JK's face?? "You're not the relationship type ? "..." You love that shit." & the "It'd be easier to get over you"? I could've cried it was amazing I love her so much. And JK too but she is right. She doesn't have to endure all of his insecurities & unsolved issues. Sure he very probably have his reasons. But if he doesn't try to work on them with her, she doesn't have to suffer from it. She grew up a lot during the series. Thanks to him for a part. It's his turn now.

Anonymous said:A thing that I really wanted to tell you is how the O/C of New Rules pushed me to be more vocal and supportive to other women. I honestly think that she is a person to look up to. Although she has flaws (as other humans), I consider her a role model for what she does for other women. Thank you so much for this story. ⭐️

Anonymous said:BITCH IM SCREAMING U UPDATED NEW RULES !!!!! Ok I just finished reading and like..... damn..... ur mind.... the way you've fleshed out ur characters is so incredible you've spent so much time carving these characters like they're 3d yo also y/n is such a bad bitch !! She needs to listen to that vibe "I'm a bad bitch! U cant kill me!" This ask is all over the place but just know uh I love this story the characters the writing the dialogue & u obviously. Thank u for sharing ur talent w us kween 💖

Anonymous said:This chapter squeezed my heart so bad but I am SO happy that OC stood up for herself in the end I literally LOVED her speech especially about the toxic masculinity, im proud that she was able to speak out what she was feeling and hopefully it got through to jk who obviously has some emotional barrier or something, this whole chapter is so relevant to hookup culture and young relationships and ppl often don’t confront others with their feelings so this was rlly refreshing

Anonymous said:I LOVE NR!!! I just love the new chapter. Expecially the last part where the OC finally call jungkook out! You really are amazing Lu

Anonymous said:I love how multidimensional all of the characters in NR are holy shit. I could probably go in depth on a bunch of examples, but I think the OC stood out to me the most in this chapter. I've read fics about strong women before which is awesome but sometimes they're just like... unrealistically strong where they can immediately brush off their feelings. I'm SO HAPPY you write the OC where she's obviously affected by the rejection but realizes that she has to be there for Yerin and wow I love her

Anonymous said:when the oc barged into the frat house I was so proud of her like yes queen! tell them how disgusting toxic masculinity is! go go go ❤️ thank you so much for updating lu 💛

Anonymous said:i thought that the oc was brave because she confessed her feeling and we all know how much courage you have to muster to let yourself be so vulnerable BUT when she called out jungkook???? in front of those frat fuckbois????? that was so fucking bad ass, i really love her with all my heart because it doesn’t matter how much she’s hurting, she’s always showing a confident & strong facade

lovemusicn1d said:Luuuu, I love the fact that the main character is subjected to the idea of "grow up and get your shit together" for having what I personally think is a normal reaction to being treated the way she was by Jungkook, whereas at the end she grabs the situation at hand and flings it back into the depths of hell where it belongs because fuck the idea that emotions are weak and THANK YOU for having her confront that issue and making it so she doesn't let herself be shamed for what she feels altogether.

Anonymous said:hi! thank you for updating us with such an empowering & strong chapter of new rules!!! i immediately told all my friends that u updated and was always amazed by ur characterization of the oc!!! she is such a boss i love ur work it really inspired me a lot thank you

Anonymous said:thanks for ch 11!! short but intense! i thought this chapter would make me feel sad in a way due to jungkook's actions, but instead it ended with me feeling empowered lmfao!!! rooting for the oc and how she stuck up for herself! i loved the part about the discord between giving and receiving love and toxic masculinity. it's something society still struggles with today ugh.

Anonymous said:Chapter 11 is my favorite of the story so far!!! So many things happened in one chapter aaahhhh. Go OC! Hit him with the truth!!! As what Red Velvet says "Shot another bad boy down."

bangtan-sai said:OC from the new chapter of new rules is incredibly brave! She confessed and didn't try to backtrack. Even when Jungkook avoided her she continued to try to talk to him. She called him out in front of all those people. She may have found it difficult to do these things but she still found the courage to do them and I think that's amazing 💖

Anonymous said:Chap 11 made me feel things and i really do admire the oc a lot after this chapter. I love that she stood up for herself when jk was trying to make her feel like it was a one-sided r/s. The way he reacted to her confession was uncalled for, and it was very brave of the oc to call him out for being a coward and pushing her away. It certainly wasn't easy given how his friends were "mocking" her towards the end and the fact that she held her head high makes me want to root for her even more!!💖 💖

taetata95 said:I feel so like !!!! idk like I’ve been waiting for oc to kick jungkooks ass and THE WAY SHE STORMED IN THERE I LOVED IT I’ve been meaning to message you about new rules I love it it breaks my heart ngl the way she thinks about herself but I want to see oc kick some ass and IM BASICALLY READING IT FOR OC I LOV HER

Anonymous said:YES GO GIRL JUST GET OVER THAT LIL SHIT. YOU DESERVE BETTER. men and their toxic masculinity can fuck off srsly ugh

Anonymous said:I finally got to reading ch 12 of NR tonight and ended up in tears at the last scene when oc stands up to jungkook in front of all his other frat brothers. Telling them they’re a bunch of children that clings to their toxic masculinity, that was really cool of her and i wish i could be as courageous. i’ve always been proud of NR oc but i love her even more!

Anonymous said:“Because it’ll be so easy getting over you.” Yaaaaaasss girl throw it in his face. This line made me want to both cry from the angst and jump up and down cheering OC on for her confidence. I know people are sad about them ending, but I'm excited for the next part of this fic. Jungkook really has been an asshat so I'm happy OC finally realized his issues and confronted him.

LAKSDJFLSDFJ this makes me so happy!!! there is nothing i love more than girls supporting girls

and this esp makes me happy bc i have been planning this exact confrontation scene since like sept 2017 and was so nervous about it! in fact, the last line “it’ll be so easy getting over you” was prob the one thing that inspired me to write this entire, enormous, monstrous fic in the first place. so im so relieved that it’s out there and more importantly, that you guys have related to it so much klasdjf you guys are the best and i love you all

[goforwardgreenwriter-blog]

The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 34 - 37

Because Chapter 38 is a... doozy, today we’’ll be covering some extra chapters. My treat.

She was a liar, and a murderer, and a thief, and Aelin had a feeling she’d be called much worse by the end of this war.

Pfft, I’ve called her worse during these chapter reviews.

Securing this alliance was only part of it. The other part, the bigger part … was the message. Not to Morath. But to the world.

“I mean yeah innocent people might die but who cares I just want attention from the whole world because I’m so ~special~ lol!”

[Aelin] was not a rebel princess, shattering enemy castles and killing kings. She was a force of nature. She was a calamity and a commander of immortal warriors of legend.

No, you’re a selfish asshole who cares only about herself and throws tantrums whenever someone doesn’t immediately bow down to you. Also, love that final nail in the coffin to the original concept of t0g. May the first two books rest in peace.

Gavriel was still too busy staring after Aedion, who hadn’t so much as glanced at his father before fastening his shield and sword across his back, mounting a sorry-looking mare, and galloping for the watchtower.

I S2G SJM, leave Gav alone.

People were panicking in the streets as the dark force took shape on the horizon: massive ships with black sails, converging on the bay as if they were indeed carried on a preternatural wind.

See Alien you fuckin’ prick, innocent people live here!!! And you’re totally okay with them all dying if it means everyone knows what an uber powered snowflake you are you piece of shit!!!!!

Rowan’s hatchet gleaming while he hooked it at his side

Again, total nit pick, but.. why do both Lorcan and Rowboat use hatchets? I mean it’s totally okay, I love other kinds of weapons getting used other than swords, but they both have hatchets? Let’s get some battle axes, maces, and other cool weapons in here!

Aelin strode for them. “Anchor them to the mainmast and make sure there’s enough room for them to reach right … here.” She pointed to where she now stood in the heart of the deck. Enough space clear of everyone, enough space for her and Rowan to work.

I’d point out she doesn’t have authority here, Rolfe does because it’s on his ship, but I might as well talk to a wall. Alien is putting the iron there in order to steady herself while using her magic, FYI. She has so much snowflake power she literally needs restrains lmfao SJM you’re killing me.

[Aelin] flicked a glance toward either watchtower to see Dorian arrive—then Aedion’s golden hair racing up the outer spiral staircase to the enormous mounted harpoon at the top. Her heart strained for a moment as she flashed between now and a time when she’d seen Sam running up those same stairs— not to defend this town, but to wreck it.

I despise Alien but the callback here works pretty well. Whereas back then, Alien was wrecking this town, she is now defending it, even without Sam at her side which highlights how much has changed and how much she’s gone through since her previous visit here. I mean, she is also the reason this town is in danger, but regardless.

Lysandra jumps into the sea and transforms into a sea dragon. I’ve already complained about her OP shifting powers, but I’ll admit, this scene is pretty cool.

Lysandra dove, and she let them see the long, powerful body that broke the surface bit by bit as she plunged down, her jade scales gleaming like jewels in the blinding midday sun. See the legend straight from their prophecies: the Mycenians would only return when the sea dragons did. And so Aelin had ensured that one appeared right in their gods-damned harbor.

Like c’mon, that’s pretty bad ass. Lysandra is a cool character in spite of her shitty powers, and that’s really only the fault of SJM’s crappy magic system. We transition into Assdion’s POV.

Aedion chucked off the shield from his back and slammed into the seat before the giant iron harpoon, its length perhaps a hand taller than him, its head bigger than his own.

So like.... a harpoon cannon, essentially? Because those were invented in the late 19th century. Consistent world building who?

Well, at least [Aedion] now knew what secret form Lysandra had been working on. And why Aelin had insisted on getting inside Brannon’s temple. Not just to see the king, not just to reclaim the city for the Mycenians and Terrasen, but … for Lysandra to study the life-size, detailed carvings of those sea dragons. To become a living myth.

How does this make any sense?? So Lysandra can perfectly replicate the system, the anatomy, and the size and powers of a beast by looking at a drawing of it? The fuck??? She doesn’t even need to see it in real life?

Gonna pull from Animorphs again; the kids have to see the animal in real life and actually touch it to absorb its DNA. They can’t turn into animals they haven’t touched even if they know what they look like. This makes sense in a sci-fi fantasy setting. Lysandra’s shifting powers do not.

Lysandra had studied the carvings of the sea dragons at the temple, once Aelin had burned away the dirt on them. Her magic had filled in gaps the carvings didn’t show. Like the nostrils that picked apart each scent on the current, the ears that unraveled varying layers of sound.

HOW DOES MAGIC DO THAT??? We’ve received several hints magic is its own sentient being but it’s never explained or expanded upon?? Lysandra’s magic is only as old as her, how can it know all these details about a beast she’s never seen? SJM I’m not asking for an amazing magic system, I just want things to be consistent and make sense!

Next chapter!

Perched on the rail of the Sea Dragon, gripping the rope ladder flowing from the looming mast, Aelin savored the cooling spindrift that sprayed her face as the ship plowed through the waves.

Even though the sudden pirate and adventures on the seas element is... well, sudden, I’m all for it. Gimmie some awesome pirate battles!

Tightly grasping the rope, Aelin leaned out, the vibrant blue and white below passing in a swift blur. Not too fast, she’d told Rowan. Don’t waste your strength—you barely slept last night. He’d just leaned in to nip at her ear before sliding onto Gavriel’s bench to concentrate.

You’re in a battle. You’re sailing into almost certain death. Can you not be fucking horny for five seconds please I am b egging. Why couldn’t he have done something pure and sweet like a kiss on the cheek?? Why does everything have to be ~sexual~, SJM?

Aelin again looked ahead—toward those black sails blotting the horizon. The Wyrdkey at her chest murmured in response.

You know what? I’ll take this over “The Wyrdkey between her breasts” any day.

Alien puts on the iron chain to restrain her magic. Rowboat kisses her ass for a bit, then we get this.

“I’ve recovered, I’ll have you know. So this morning’s little display…” “A way to take off the power’s full edge,” [Aelin] said wryly. “And make Rolfe piss himself.”

I hate you.

[Aelin] lifted her head to study [Rowan’s] face, the harsh planes and the curving tattoo. He leaned in to brush a kiss to her mouth.

If Ratlin starts making out during this battle I am actually going to quit. No joke. I’m warning you, SJM.

All anyone on deck saw, she knew, was two lovers embracing. But Aelin tunneled down, down, down into her power, felt him doing the same with his, felt every ounce of ice and wind and lightning go slamming from him into her. And when it reached her, the core of his power yielded to her own, melted and became embers and wildfire.

The actual reason SJM didn’t make a magic system was so she could pull this and justify her OTP making out in the middle of a battlefield. You cannot convince me otherwise.

[Aelin’s] magic whispered to start digging through that ash and silt. But Rowan’s grip tightened on her waist. “Easy,” he murmured in her ear. “Easy.”

If this was a ship I actually liked I’d be living because I love the “loved one helps protag with their uncontrollable magic” thing, but I hate Rowboat and Alien. I can’t even win when SJM uses my favorite tropes.

Alien shits out a huge column of fire out after Rowboat lends her his magic.

Aelin was ripped from his arms with the force of it, and Rowan grabbed her hand in a crushing grip, refusing to let her break that line of contact. Men around them stumbled back, falling onto their asses as they gawked upward in terror and wonder.

Higher, that column of flame swirled, a maelstrom of death and life and rebirth.

Oh my god I get it, Alien is the most powerful snowflake ever

So apparently this fire shit isn’t even burning or attacking their enemies, it’s literally just a display to the world. So Alien is burning (no pun intended) all of her magic just for a pretty fire display for everyone to fear how ~special~ she is? Holy shit. People actually stan this shitstain.

The flames winked out at the same second [Aelin] reached into Rowan with burning hands and tore the last remnants of his power from him. Just as she ripped her hand from his. Just as her power and the Wyrdkey between her breasts merged.

JHNDSJKAHDSKAHDKAHDSAJ SJM STOP YOU FUCKING HORNY ASSHOLE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU CANNOT WRITE AN EPIC MOMENT OF YOUR PROTAG DISPLAYING HER MOST POWERFUL MAGIC AND THEN STOP TO FOCUS ON HER BOOBIES FOR NO REASON KAHFKHSKFHDSJKFHKSD

So apparently Alien gets possessed because she was wearing the Wyrdkey. Idiot, why’d you go and do that, then? So who is possessing her?

“Deanna,” Rowan whispered. [Possessed Aelin] flicked her eyes to him in question and confirmation.

So for those who didn’t know, Deanna is a goddess mentioned in some of the other books. So the gods have gone from actual gods that were briefly mentioned to spirits who can possess people.... huh.

We switch into Alien’s POV again as she is unable to do anything while Deanna struts around in her body.

And those flames—her flames and her beloved’s magic … they belonged to the Other now. To a goddess who had walked through the temporary gate hanging between her breasts and seized her body as if it were a mask to wear.

Okay, guys, can we be completely honest with each other here? Tumblr user to Tumblr user? Does this bother anyone else?

Am I over reacting? Because I find it completely undercuts the tension of the moment when I’m suddenly forced to picture a Wyrdkey jammed in between Alien’s boobies. IDK maybe I’m just going crazy after being exposed to this book.

Alien busts a nut after hearing Rowboat’s voice and it’s enough for her to gain the willpower and strength to kick Deanna out. Not enough for her to not immediately fuck everything up though.

The ship beneath her, the center and left flank of the dark fleet beyond her, and the outer edge of the island behind it blew apart in a storm of fire and ice.

God job, Alien! If any innocent people died it’s all on you. Fuck you.

My god. We’re only on chapter 36. I... I’m going to break.....

Aelin drifted down, as she had drifted into her power, the weight of the Wyrdkey around her neck like a millstone— Deanna. She didn’t know how, didn’t know why— The Queen Who Was Promised.

Hm.. that sounds familiar.... lemmie just Google it to see if-

INCH RESTING...

Didn’t SJM once claim she hated Game of Thrones? Lmfao she’s so full of shit.

What had she done what had she done what had she done—

Later. Later, [Aelin]’d deal with that rutting goddess who had thought to use her like some temple priestess. Later, she’d contemplate how she’d shred through every world to find Deanna and make her pay.

Okay, but.. is this just Alien fuming or can she, like, actually do that? What are the gods in this world? Are they just spirits who can teleport between worlds I’m?? so confused???

Fenrys takes Alien, since she’s such an idiot who couldn’t save herself from drowning in a puddle, and jumps from the remainders of Rolfe’s ship. Good fucking job, Alien. Can’t wait to see how the narrative justifies this.

Think of that later. Aelin shoved through and ducked under larger bits of debris, past… Past men. Rolfe’s men. Dead in the water. Was the captain among them somewhere?

She doesn’t even give a shit she killed dozens, maybe even more, of innocent people on her side! But I have no doubt she’ll angst about it later but only so Rowboat can fuck her and convince her it’s not her fault even though it fucking is.

While Alien is busy wailing for someone to comfort her poor feefees, Lysandra actually makes an effort to save Rolfe and his first mate even though the sea wyverns are an issue.

Blood laced the current. And not the puffs that had been staining the water since the ship exploded. Great, roiling clouds of blood. As if massive jaws clamped around a body and squeezed.

Ain’t that edgy. We all know SJM is gonna forget all this gore and death took place once the porn kicks in.

[Lysandra] was so tired. Shifting afterward might not even be possible for a few hours.

So amassing the power to shift into a huge ass dragon doesn’t tire you out.... but destroying a few ships with your dragon form. Okay, SJM, okay.

tl;dr Lysandra kills the two sea wyverns and the chapter ends. One more to go for this review... one more....

Assdion’s POV opens up this chapter, where it’s revealed the two sea wyverns Lysandra killed were just juveniles, and there are three adults.

Faster and faster, those three bulls closed in. Lysandra remained at the mouth of the bay. Holding the line.

Even though her magic pisses me off, I think I’m about to stan Lysandra. Here she is, weakened with no magic left, and she’s willing to make a final stand and protect her friends.

The three wyverns spread out, so huge Aedion’s throat went dry. And for the first time, he hated his cousin. He hated Aelin for asking this of Lysandra, both to defend them and to secure the Mycenians to fight for Terrasen.

WHAT THE FUCK??? ASSDION NOT PRAISING ALIEN’S EVERY ACTION???? This can’t be right. This can’t be the Assdion who is only a plot device to kiss Alien’s ass...

Lysandra destroys the last warship and traps one of the wyverns into impaling himself on the remains. Then she leads the other two near Dorian’s tower, where he freezes one of them.

Dorian loosed a battle cry. And Aedion had to admit the king wasn’t that useless after all as the catapult behind Dorian sprang free, and a rock the size of a wagon jettisoned into the bay

Lmao bitch you thought! You've literally done nothing this battle while Dorian is out here killing a sea wyvern so you can climb off your high horse, Assdion. Also, Lysandra loses sight of the final wyvern.

Aedion scanned the bay, rotating in the gunner chair as he did, searching for any hint of that colossal dark shadow— “YOUR LEFT!” Gavriel roared across the bay, magic no doubt amplifying his voice.

Hate when dialogue is typed in all caps. Also magic can now be used as a megaphone? Lmfao aiight.

“SWIM,” Aedion roared, even if she couldn’t hear. “SWIM, LYSANDRA!”

Assdion doesn’t even have Gav’s megaphone magic powers, so you have no excuse for this shit, SJM.

Lysandra swims for the beach and Assdion rushes to her while everyone celebrates. This is a good concept, so like, can anyone write this but with a good ship? Might have to make a self indulgent AU for one of my ships just to scrub away the filth of this novel.

“Open your gods-damned eyes,” Aedion snarled. [Lysandra] snarled back but cracked open an eye. “You made it this far. Don’t die on the rutting beach.” The eye narrowed—with a hint of female temper.

Why the fuck is temper gendered now? SJM, you saying a woman’s temper is somehow different than a man’s? You implyin’ all women have bad tempers and they should be shamed for it? What the fuck is the point of this?

Aedion drawled, even as his relief began to crumble his mask of arrogant calmness, “The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you,” he lied. “One said he wanted to marry you.”

Uh... why you lyin’ Assdion? I think he’s trying to compliment her, but this is kinda weird?

“But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell.” Aedion lowered his voice, holding her pained, exhausted stare. “Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

FUCK I would like (some of) this scene if it wasn’t for Assdion..... Someone rewrite this but with a good ship please.

Those eyes narrowed—in what he could only call female outrage and exasperation.

... I’m done. We’re packing this chapter up.

Alien and the others show up and Assdion realizes that Alien used the Wyrdkey and nearly killed all of them. He’s understandably mad but criticism against Alien? Rowboat’s Fae peen says no!

[Assdion] was shaking now, that rage indeed taking over. But Rowan snarled at him, low and vicious, “Save it for later.”

Oh fuck you, Rowboat. You know damn well you’ll never let anyone criticize Alien. This entire fucking narrative sucks up to Alien so much and I’m pissed. If your characters make stupid ass mistakes, punish them for it! Let them know! Don’t pretend they’re perfect uwuu unproblematic babies and let others criticize them without being portrayed as villains for it GOD I’M SO FUCKING DONE

As if SJM is trying to throw me a bone, there’s this.. actually decent scene afterwards. Gav watches Assdion as he watches over Lysandra until she has the energy to shift back. SJM refers to Assdion/Gav as the Wolf and the Lion though, gets kinda repetitive.

Sand crusted [Lysandra’s] naked body, and she tried and failed to rise. The Wolf moved then, slinging his cloak around her and sweeping her into his arms. The shifter didn’t object, and her eyes were again closed by the time the Wolf began striding up the beach to the trees, her head leaning against his chest.

In a better world where Assdion wasn’t an ass to Lysandra and he was a good character... I would ship this. Fuck. Just gonna go casually write this scene but with one of my OTPs  so I can get this sweet gesture without Assdion’s shitty personality.

The Lion remained out of sight and held in the offer of help. Held in the words he needed to say to the Wolf, who had downed a sea-wyvern with one arrow. Twenty-four years old and already a myth whispered over campfires.

Fuck... the way Gav describes his son as an outsider, since Assdion hasn’t accepted him yet... it’s really good. I love this. Damnit why can’t the rest of the novel be like this?

If you guys thought these chapters were bad, buckle up. Because the next chapter is the long dreaded it.

Yup, next time we’re covering the Ratlin sex scene.