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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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‘Till We Bleed Out - 1.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 1 of this series.

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real.

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst

You knocked on the large wooden door and took a step back, hands shaking with how nervous you were.

You were quite far from your neighborhood, and none of your friends were in town currently. So really so there was no one who could come pick you up. Plus, the thunderstorm was making things worse. Your car had broken down for no reason while you were heading back home. And you drove down this road often, to get to the other side of the town and you always, always admired this mansion - at the doorstep of which you found yourself at the moment.

The mansion was renowned for its unusualness. It was the largest property around so definitely whoever owns it must be extremely well-off. Another reason why it was so talked about is because no one personally knew the man who owned it. People saw him once in a while, some claimed to have seen him at the library, or at the museum or at the coffee shops. He had no friends apparently, always seen alone. No one knew of his occupation, or how he was able to afford and maintain this large estate.

Most people said he was stand-offish, or mean, or rude or arrogant. Well, whatever he was, you were about to find out in a few seconds given that you were now knocking at his front door. What if he doesn’t agree to help? Or worse, what if he’s a creepy weirdo who-

Your thoughts were cut short as the door flew open. And the man revealed himself. Your gaze locked with his and for a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped. Blue eyes. The bluest you had ever seen. Magnetic, mesmerizing. Strong jaw, broad shoulders - the man was a dream.

I finally found you…

For some reasons those words echoed in your head, and you felt a pressing need to say them out loud. You had to force yourself out of whatever trance you were under and come back to reality.

You cleared your throat. “Hello Mr. Barnes. I apologize for-,”

He cut you off, abruptly. “Come on in.” he spoke with a warm smile and opened the door wider. And you found yourself under his spell just by the sound of his voice, again.

“But Mr. Barnes you didn’t even let me-,” you realized it would be much better if you told him why you were here in the first place, you would hate to impose.

He gave you another smile as he waited for you to enter his home, closing the door behind you. “You’re a long way from home, I figured that the only reason why you would be here at this time is because you need shelter from the terrible weather, or maybe your car broke down.” He gave you a soft look, “So which is it?”

You looked down at your shoes now drenched by the rain, sheepishly answering, “Both actually.” You looked back up at him and finally took all of him in. You had to admit, he was just as they described him; very, very handsome.

Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. He looked like he was crafted by the gods above. His soft sweater gave him a very warm look, but his eyes - icy blue, they reminded you of glaciers and mountain tops, and snowstorms. He was the kind of man one could spend hours looking at. And the more you looked at him, the more details you picked up on. For instance, how perfect his nose was. Or how well he carried himself, or just how mature and wise his facial hair made him look. He was… oddly familiar. Maybe you had seen him at the library or something before.

He must've caught you checking him out judging by the smirk he gave you. You cleared your throat again, looking everywhere else but right at him. “I promise I’ll be gone by morning, Mr. Barnes.”

He took a step forward and you froze in place. “Please, call me Bucky. And you can stay for as long as you need too, there’s no way I’m letting you leave until this terrible storm passes.” And just as he said that, you heard the thunder roar right above you.

“Thank you.” you replied with a shy smile. Normally, whenever you came face to face with men this handsome, you’d turn into a nervous mess. But Bucky had a sense of familiarity with him. Warmth, comfort; you couldn’t explain it. “You have a lovely home.” you commented.

Bucky looked right at you with a look in his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher. Longing? Sadness? Or was it just you who was overthinking? “Thank you.” he stared at you for a few more seconds before rushing over to the coat hangers and grabbed one, holding it open for you. “I’m sorry, it seems I forgot how to be a good host. We don’t get many visitors.”

You happily accepted the coat and turned back around to smile at him. “I think you’re doing perfectly alright.”

He smiled and opened his mouth to say something but another voice beat him to it. “Who is it? I heard someone come in. Is it-,”

The woman with brown hair and a white apron, who suddenly emerged from one of the hallways, stopped talking the moment she saw you. Her lips parted in surprise and you could’ve sworn you heard her gasp. You assumed it was because of the odd time you showed up.

“Oh…” she seemed surprised. “Hello miss...” her eyes searched for Bucky and the moment she found him, her eyes widened again.

Bucky spoke up. “Wanda, this is Y/N. She will be spending the night here. Could you prepare the guestroom for her please?”

The woman, Wanda, smiled brightly and you wondered how she had this much energy at this time of the night. “Of course! Right away.” And with that, she left. Leaving you and Bucky alone again. You turned to face him again.

“That was my housekeeper, Wanda. Her and her husband take care of the house.” He explained, and you nodded.

“She seemed a little surprised upon seeing me. I didn’t mean to disturb your household at such a time, I’m-”

He cut you off again, stepping closer and gently placing his cold hands on your shoulder. You shivered a little and he didn’t seem to notice. “Y/N, listen to me. You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t disturb anyone, okay?”

His piercing blue eyes were making it hard for you to focus on what he was saying but you grasped whatever you could and nodded in understanding. “Okay.” You tried hard not to, but you couldn’t help but be all bothered by his simple touch. His very presence screamed power, in a good way. You felt safe.

“Good. Now come on, you could use some rest.” He held your hand in his gently, and led you up the grand stairs. He took your hand in his with such ease almost like he had done so a thousand times before, and you let him.

You took in more and more of the house as you moved upstairs. It was the right mixture between modern and vintage. Parts of the house looked like it belonged in one of the home décor magazines you were currently obsessed with, while others seemed like they were pieces of ancient manors. It was unusually, hauntingly beautiful.

Once you entered the guest room, you felt a wave of emotions hit you right in the face. Like homesickness, but for a place you had never stepped in before until this very moment. Nostalgia, but for a moment back in time which you had never lived in.

The room was absolutely gorgeous. Dark wooden interior, with accents of black and gold. A chandelier which reminded you of an ancient castle, and a bed which seemed fit for royalty. “I must say, you have incredible taste in interior décor.”

Bucky chuckled. “I take it you like the room. Very well then, you’ll find everything you need in the closets and in the bathroom.” He took a step back. “And if you need anything, anything at all, just call out.”

You giggled as he said so. “This place is massive. There’s no way you’re gonna hear me if I call out for you.”

He let out a little laugh. “Trust me doll, I will hear you.” And with that, he left.

You watched him as he closed the door behind him, feeling just a little more warm after that nickname. You let out a sigh of satisfaction. Well, you were weirdly comfortable here. You walked further into the room, taking in every little detail. You took off the coat Bucky gave you earlier and placed it down on one of the couches. Taking off your heels, you made your way to the bathroom and it was everything one can dream of.

You searched the cabinets and closets and found sweatpants and t-shirts which would fit you. Grabbing a set of clothes, you hopped into the shower and forgot about your broken down car and the thunderstorm. Instead, you thought of Bucky. What a peculiar man he is; no one in the town knows where he comes from, or what he does but here you were seeking help from him, showering his bathroom.

There was something about him, a sense of ease and warmth which many people lack when you first meet them. But Bucky was different. It almost felt like you’ve known him all your life.

When you stepped out, all refreshed and dressed you sensed a change the moment you walked back into the bedroom. Someone was here.

“I brought you some tea. To warm you up a little.”

You turned around and found Bucky sat on one of the couches by the bed. You instantly smiled, instead of being startled. He was so easy to be around.

You walked towards him. You picked up one of the cups from the coffee table and brought it up to your nose, softly blowing on it before inhaling the lovely scent.

“It’s chamomile and lavender.” Bucky said, and you faced him with a big smile.

“My favorite, thank you.” you smiled at the odd coincidence as you took a sip of the tea. It soothed you immediately.

Bucky picked up his own cup and took a slow sip as he watched you intently. “Tell me about yourself, Y/N.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your spine. Which then reminded you that you never actually told him your name. Or maybe you did and you forgot.

You held your warm cup with both hands and began. You told him your name, where you’re from, where you work and a little bit about your family. You knew you shouldn’t be giving this much detail about your life to a stranger but you were currently drinking tea in his guest room wearing clothes he provided, so the least you could do is engage fully in the conversation.

He did a little nod after each piece of information you fed him, and you found it adorable.

“It’s your turn.” you spoke after you were done talking about yourself.

He smiled. It was a sad smile, or so it seemed. Surely you were overthinking. “I’m quite a boring person to be honest. I work all day, and I work all night. My family is… not around so I have to handle everything. All their businesses and companies around the country.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely here? I mean it’s a magnificent home but, to live here alone must be quite hard, no?”

You didn’t mean to pry but the way he looked straight into your eyes made you want to know the man a little better. Why was he so calm and collected? How is he so okay with you just being in his home? Why is he so kind? He didn’t seem old, then why did he give off the vibes of being so mature and wise, like he’s lived lifetimes before this one?

“Memories can be great company.” He answered in a tone which gave away that the man had lost a lot. Perhaps a close family member? Or a friend or a spouse? He added, “And this house is full of it.”

“You grew up here?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He gave you that same look; sad, longing like he was desperately trying to show certain emotion but he couldn’t.

“I moved here. With my wife.” Those words of his caused your heart to feel heavy. “But she passed, a long time ago.” The look on his face made your heart burn for some reasons. The need to comfort him took over you but you refrained from doing so, it wasn’t your place to.

“You must’ve loved her a lot.” You didn’t ask, you stated. Because it showed.

He had that same sad smile on his face. “She was my everything. My lifeline.”

He sounded so broken, it hurt. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

He smiled again. “You know, I like to think that the things we lose end up coming back to us, eventually. One way or another.”

That didn’t really make sense to you right away, but it was a beautiful thought nonetheless. “That’s beautiful.”

He stared into your eyes again, and it seemed like he was fighting something back. The need to say something perhaps. “It’s late. You should get some sleep.” And just as he said that, the thunder roared again, as loud as it could.

You stood up as he did. He said goodnight and left. And you were left standing there wondering what the hell happened in the past few minutes. His presence alone made you feel safe for some reasons. Knowing that he was just a few doors down the hallway made you less anxious. Even when you settled under the covers, it didn’t feel like a foreign bed.

You wondered why. How could you have settled into an unfamiliar home so easily? It wasn’t weird, just surprising.

With the help of the tea, you drifted off to sleep in no time. Dreaming about ballrooms, and kissing a man inside a beautiful mansion and… and a pair of ocean blue eyes…

A flutter on your cheek, and you looked up to find a pair of blue eyes looking down at you. “Hello sweetheart. You ready?” the man said as he offered you a red rose.

You nodded, despite his face being quite blurry. You felt his arms around you, and you felt safe; like nothing could go wrong and this was a perfect world. You felt his lips place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your surroundings changed and now you were at a ball, wearing a lovely rose gold gown, arms linked with the tall man. The music was unfamiliar but lovely. He twirled you around and pulled you close, your one hand carefully placed in his and the other on his shoulder. You noticed the shiny ring on your ring finger, and the wedding band on his. You smiled, realizing that this was your husband and all was well.

Your surroundings faded again. Now you were inside your home. A beautiful home, with the fireplace warming the room you were in. Your blue-eyed husband was beside you again, the two of you sat by the fireplace and he offered you a glass of wine. You smiled, taking it from him. You felt a slight discomfort inside your mouth, around your front teeth but that was alright, it seemed like you were used to it. You brought the wine glass up to your lips, letting some of the contents into your mouth. It wasn’t wine, but you seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

Euphoria, you felt utter euphoria as you stared into the same pair of eyes only this time they were so red, they seemed black. He reached out and held your face in place and tilted his head just a little; deepening the kiss. He nibbled on your lower lip and shoved his tongue past your lips. Your body tingled in his arms. It all felt so right and perfect, it felt like a dream. Like a dream inside a dream.

Gentle sin, that’s what it felt like when he pulled you closer, his hand slipping under your night dress and resting on your thigh while his other hand cupped your cheek. Your hands slid into his hair naturally and he moaned into the kiss again when you tugged at his roots a little. He kissed down your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his. He nibbled on the skin at the side of your throat, his teeth sharp and you were sure he left marks on your skin, but you didn’t mind.

You gasped and moaned. This felt right. He pulled away after a while. He looked down at you with pink, swollen, parted lips. Slightly breathless, and his eyes showed nothing but love and passion, and a hunger like you had never seen before, but it was all familiar. His face was unclear, but you could make out certain features of his and he was oddly familiar too.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

You knew that voice…

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips, his hand slipping in between your legs with no shame; his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He smiled against your lips upon feeling just how aroused you were, before he pulled away and kissed down your body. He took your sensitive nipples in his mouth.

He sucked on the soft skin as his teeth applied just the slightest bit of pressure upon the bud. His warm tongue swirling around your nipple had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

Your eyes closed as you relished his touch. You felt him kiss his way down your body; from your lips all the way down to your hip bones; his lips soft and gentle on your skin.

He placed his hands on either one of your thighs and slowly spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without any hesitation. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your throbbing clit mercilessly.

Obscene, wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, and the sight was just as sinful. He had dark hair you noticed. The room was getting darker and darker as well. You could see your arousal drenching the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming on the large bed.

Your body arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you when his tongue slowly circled around your sensitive clit. The pressure between your legs was building up nicely.

With a few more strokes of his tongue, you let go and gushed out all over his face without any warning. He licked you clean, then kissed his way up your body again. “You’re all mine, Y/N.” he whispered softly against your lips as he settled in between your legs again. You shuddered under him and whined against his mouth, the feeling reminding you a lot of how you shivered earlier when a pair of cold hands held you gently by the shoulder.

Your body felt tingly as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head to look at you and you gasped quietly in surprise. It was Bucky. Although he still had dark eyes, and sharp canines?

He didn’t give you time to think too much. You moaned out loud once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to relax your tense body. You wrapped around him perfectly. You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply while he rolled his hips against yours.

His body felt cold. But it also felt familiar. Being so close to him felt right.

You whimpered as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you slightly harder. He groaned right in your ear as you felt your walls wrap around him, squeezing and clenching. This felt right.

Panting and swearing under his breath, he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed your face; all over. You felt a little bold so you hooked your legs around his waist as his thrusts got rougher than the last. You were a moaning mess under him as your hands gripped his arms and shoulder. Your body moved against his like a rag doll. You knew, in your dream that you belonged to him, and him you.

“I love you.” he whispered. He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. If anything, you wanted more. You needed him closer. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. He growled and bit down on your shoulder as he fucked you. He was relentless, and you liked it.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear, groaning as you tried to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He slammed into you, his hands travelling all over your body, until one of them wrapped around your throat. Your eyes watered as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt the pressure forming again. You felt him everywhere, each nerve ending burning and tingling.

You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him harshly each time he filled you up. A sweet, familiar pain formed again, and you came without any warning; gushing out all over him as he kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Bucky... ” you sounded breathless.

He gasped and snuggled closer to you. His eyes were back to the gentle blue again. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ll always be here. I love you, Y/N.”

You wanted to say it back. But then you woke up to a loud boom. You sat up gasping, and looking around frantically. You were sweating, but also cold. The room was dark, unlike the one in your dream earlier, which was illuminated by candlelight. It took you a little while to reorient yourself. The storm was somehow getting more and more loud and violent outside.

And you just had a weird dream about Bucky. Which didn’t feel like a dream, but more like a memory. A memory buried so deep that it almost didn’t feel real.

You were confused. What is the meaning of all this?

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a/n: hi

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #vampire!bucky #marvel au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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When I look at yuzuru he strikes me as a really soft cutesy charming etheral individual not really homme fatal kind of guy that's why I think he's pure romantic rather than TR what do u think? ( love you btw)

i’ve been thinking about it as well, but it’s not a crystal clear case. he’s a sportsman, skating morphs the body in the most uncommon ways which makes it harder to narrow down the type.

basics first so we get the foundations right: pinpointing the kibbe category he is + isn’t and why, the subtype after.

1. which one of the big 5?

- safe to say, yes: he’s somewhere in the romantic category. nobody does these outfits quite like yuzu. light fabrics, intricate embellishments, he is famous for all that gorgeous princely tailoring. the sport is all about the sequins, he definitely shines in them. every professional figure skating photographer out there will tell you that he hits different and you can see why.

WOW.

i’ve witnessed people complaining that the glitz and glam no longer suits his age, he gets scorn for not dressing traditionally masculine, but i don’t know how it wouldn’t look appropriate. the only valid criticism is that it’s often a hit or miss, but we’d be damned if this isn’t what an ice prince looks like.

he’s the best in the world and his main goal is to put on a show. rolling up in a polo shirt would contradict the objective, being an allround artist first and only then a jump technician. he’s exactly how you’d expect a yuzuru hanyu to look like. if you appear ‘like yourself’, it’s the right kibbe category.

R clothing typically has a sexy edge as well, you can’t put a kid into that. cut out cleavage, transparent, figure-hugging, no way. if anything, most R styles seemed all over the place when yuzu was younger (this is from 2010). yin is meant to be tailored for adults to begin with, you can’t make it teenage gamine.

eleven years later at 26, yuzuru hanyu in 2021, adult man, wearing the hell out of a skating gala outfit. this would be tacky on someone any younger. R is not just light and sweet but also dignified and mature. long story short. he’s grown into a yin-dominant type. fits to a T, a feast for the eye.

- meanwhile: you can easily exclude dramatic. very thick, stable fabrics with large lines are gigantic on him. D clothing is a yuzu charm killer, figures because it’s the type opposite to romantic (pure yang). it washes out the face and is twice as wide as his frame is, bulks out around the shoulders.

- not a natural type either, it feels a bit too simple, underchallenging. ruffled hair appears dishevelled where it’d be just right on a natural. it doesn’t fully highlight him: natural looks aren’t the most memorable on yuzuru even if they tend to be rather neutral and don’t look too off per se, it has a bit of draping after all.

he looks really good in the below outfit, but his frame doesn’t fill it out. he’s all elegant underneath and radiates ballet while N is a rough, easy-going, and leisurely concept for very bulky frames. the waist gets missing in translation, the mid-section of shirts like these is too wide.

- not a gamine either. he might appear like one and i deliberated back and forth whether he is Pure G or FG, but the material mix, line breaks, and fashion experiments are creating chaos rather than something put-together. it just isn’t as flattering as when he does drapes and florals. the hair being cropped (typical gamine cut) often obfuscates the face. G styles are confusing on yuzu.

his skating is from outer space but this is probably a bit too galactical 😅

- not a classic. something’s not right, suits like these contrast a lot with how round his face is and sit on his body very randomly. missing waist again (yin). the same people who want him to dress more conservatively/masculine have been roasting yuzu for looking like a salary man in that style 🤔 i sense hypocrisy. in any case, classic underwhelms, he’s made to dress up. more points to yin, he he’s too petite to wear C.

now, we got the main category down, time for subtyping. romantic has two options.

2. which romantic?

arguments in favor of Theatrical Romantic:

this type is what he often portrays in the rink (e.g. the phantom of the opera programme) and has become his secret weapon. whether that speaks of his true type is the question. what i mean is, he can pull it off, the seductive homme fatale. compare jimin, people lose their minds over theatrical romantic men. yuzu is in that lane as well.

as in, balance of main yin with a yang undercurrent — the very gentle, princely young man with the soft face who gathers everyone’s hearts, and he is a damn flirt on ice, but who can give a very visceral, dark performance. that shows a tremendous fervor and an edge, with an athletic and taut body.

he does have some yang elements to his physicality. streamlined silhouette, some narrowness, extreme flat muscle, long triangular upper body, some vertical line. also — his color palette (aka skin undertone, cool v warm, hue, chroma, deepness etc) might match TR. on the other hand, it might simply be the black hair giving him the contrast for it.

the reason why we might get the TR impression is that he often wears all black which suggests dramatic, and the athleticism in his profession has trained away the chubbiness he might naturally have. the face as the only part that won’t be somehow affected by his routine is all yin.

arguments in favor of pure Romantic:

... as you pointed out. in private life and backstage, he is quite effortlessly sweet- and small-looking. with the delicacy and doe-eyedness you’d expect from pure romantic, very unlike his performance persona.

if you didn’t know he’s copyrighted BDE on the ice, yuzu seems like he can’t harm a fly, round rosy bean he is. he makes a very innocent and soft 1st impression in candids which no other type except soft gamine does.

facial features, all opposite of yang. not long, not sharp, not planar, not angular, not bony, not narrow. the button nose, full lips, and puffy cheeks is all you see. you’d not think of him as striking (=D, FN).

that’s also why he’s always pitted as nathan chen’s opposite in whatever he does. nate is on the other end of the kibbe spectrum, people probably don’t even realize that their physical lines are contrasting archetypes. it’s subconsciously part of why people can construct such a rivalry.

study nathan’s face and it becomes apparent. very oblong shape, flat-laying flesh and an asymmetric jaw that couldn’t be any more prominent (=yang). the brows and eyes create a powerful horizontal unlike yuzu’s more wide-set puppy eyes. the nose is longer, the ears, too. nathan looks sharp, piercing, and intimidating rather than soft. you see the exact outline of the bone.

with him, you assume the reverse of what people think of yuzu at first glance. if you didn’t know that nathan couldn’t be any nerdier, you’d believe he’s 1000% jock-off-the-charts. how he has a lot of yang contributed to his on-ice image, too. one’s kibbe type can shape life choices since people see you in a certain way simply based on your lines.

how yuzu is such a visual difference to nathan further points to how he’s closer to pure yin: rather than a subtype that picks up elements from dramatic. otherwise, you’d see some of that angularity. but no: roundness over structure, you see the flesh, not frame. you couldn’t call him a jock by all means 😆

you won’t see that chiseled geometry and crazy jawline/browline. as you say he’s more cutesy, and a charmer, the whole fandom will agree. pure romantics have everyone wrapped around their fingers (and their booty lmao!) because you want to pepper them with kisses, yin types all look so non-threatening and beautiful. ethereal is the right word.

and they’re the sexiest ofc, since they’re curvy. R got hips.

sigh... this type is a showstopper. what to do with him. he can beam at ya or he can sway his hips at ya, another unsuspecting hanyu interessee falls for the guy. he does the prince concept and the sexy cutie alike.

he tries to convince us otherwise 😂

sexy aside, he looks great in the respective clothing recs, with waist emphasis and rounded edges. kimonos are often soft dramatic or natural-inspired, but it works out well this way. and again: romantic is not childish/playful clothing of some kind, it can be very official and deliberate.

rather than in edge tailoring which is very loose around his arms and does yuzu no justice. that’s actually the kind of clothing that makes him appear either younger or older depending on if it’s D or C.

TLDR - he might not seem completely yin in his appearance, but that’s because of his excessive sports regimen. since yuzu has been training since he was a kid, we never saw how he’d normally be. he rocks the pure romantic regardless and it’s likely it’s his kibbe type. him wearing R is always a spectacle.

bonus kibbe meme: yuzu, photoshopped to the moon and back, wearing soft dramatic for a toothpaste ad. amazing.

#kibbe #kibbe body types #yuzuru hanyu #kibbe types #figure skating #cub mail 🐆#anon #ask #long post #yuzuru hayu thread

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sugasimply · 4 years ago

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𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙴𝚙.𝟸 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝

✦ Mafia!AU

✦ OT8 x Reader

✦ 21+ Series

✦ Warnings: Smut, cursing, creampie, wax play, very slight mention of drugs(pharmaceutical)

✦ Word Count: 4.1k

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Your night with Hongjoong passed without a hitch. And when you woke up next, checking his side of the bed, he was gone.

You assumed a mission or meeting had come to pull him away while you were deep asleep. Seeing as a shipment of guns were stolen, you guessed he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

Tossing the blankets that covered your body, you groggily get up and do your usual morning stretches. The nights’ previous positions left your body aching for relief, especially, your poor neck.

Moving your neck caused quite a bit of uncomfortable pain, so deciding to get dressed and grab some good old painkillers was your best option. Today was a free day after all.

If Hongjoong was gone, the other boys were gone as well. That’s how it works with them usually, meaning you were completely alone to do anything you pleased.

Well...semi alone.

Although all the boys were gone, the guards stationed outside, and inside the house were not. This is still a mafias mansion after all. They’d be fools not to have or leave an extensive amount of security.

The only privacy you held was found in the bedrooms and bathrooms. At first, it was quite bothersome and prison-like to have people watch over your every move, but over time, you’ve gotten so used to it that you sometimes forget they’re there.

They are there to protect you and your lovers after all, so you can’t really complain.

Descending the staircase, you greet the guards stationed at the bottom with a small smile and hello. Today, they oddly did not greet you back like usual, only a curt nod and blushed cheeks were returned.

weird, you thought to yourself, making a beeline towards the kitchen- it was probably nothing, right?

Your mood drastically picked up at the thought of a nice quiet day alone to yourself. The boys weren’t always gone, and it’s not that you wanted them gone, but silence was a luxury in this house.

Swinging the kitchen door open, you start to hum a joyous tune, thinking of the relaxing day ahead and basking in the enjoyment of a boy fre-

…….

“Hey, Y/n,” Seonghwa greets casually from where he was seated by the kitchen counter before taking another bite of his cereal like he didn’t just shatter your whole entire day.

Dumbfounded, you stand at the entrance of the kitchen contemplating your plan to get away with murder. You could quietly strangle seonghwa or lure him to the woods and-

“Y/n?”

Snapping out of your premeditated murderous thoughts, you awkwardly walk over to the other side of the kitchen counter and look at Seonghwa confusingly.

“Umm Hwa, don’t get me wrong I like that you’re here, but why are you here?” you inquire, trying not to sound rude.

Seonghwa looks up at you with a confused expression as well, but he quickly realizes why you were asking that “Ah my services weren’t needed, so I decided to stay home all day with you,” he shrugs

You stare at him enthralled, “maybe the woods wouldn’t be the worst option.”

“Huh, what about the woods?”

“Nothing!” you dismiss, going back to the original task you set before Seonghwa shattered all your hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Your boy free day would sadly have to wait till another time.

Living in a mafias house meant a shortage of painkillers was impossible. The boys were always bound to come back home with some sort of injury or bruise. The medicine cabinet was basically stocked with more medication and drugs than an actual drug pharmacy.

Pouring yourself a glass of water from the pitcher placed conveniently on the counter below the medicine cabinet, you grab the strongest painkillers from the cabinet and shake out the recommended dosage.

“What happened to your neck?” Seonghwa’s voice questioned behind you as you swallow down the painkillers.

“Your leader has a vampire kink,” you answer blatantly, turning to face Seonghwa with a straight face.

Seonghwa challenges you with the same straight face till he couldn’t take it anymore and cracks into a fit of laughter that fills the kitchen entirely.

“So he was that mad over what they said?” he ponders, wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes that had formed.

“Of course he was mad! His men were- wait you knew he was mad?”

Seonghwa nodded nonchalantly at your question.

“And you did nothing to calm him down?” you marveled

“We didn’t necessarily do nothing; we sent him to you!” Seonghwa admits with a proud smile.

……

“Would you like to take a walk in the woods hwa?” you suggested in a low voice, your right eye twitching ever so slightly.

“Huh?”Seonghwa blurted out, seemingly thinking about something else so deeply he didn’t hear you.

Signing heavily, you decide to let go of all murderous thoughts(for now). “Nothing just glad Joong didn’t tear down the whole house...again”

Dropping the conversation, you both went back to the normal routine. The painkillers would take some time to fully kick in, so you figured a breakfast smoothie was the least exhausting thing to make and it didn’t require chewing.

Seonghwa had long finished his cereal by the time various fruits scattered the chopping board, half already chopped by you, and the rest awaiting your fatal knife. Instead of leaving the kitchen, he opted to stay and watch you.

Intently watch you at that. Gazing up at him while cutting the strawberries, you could tell from his contorting facial expressions, he had something on his mind. “What’s on your mind hwa?” you question, getting down to the last few strawberries you had to chop.

He peered up to your calm gaze. He contemplated whether he should answer you, but ultimately he voiced his thoughts, “why aren't you mad at hongjoong? I mean he quite literally bit into you,” he remarked

Ah, another million-dollar question. See although the question was certainly unexpected- especially from Seonghwa who never asks about your sex life with the others- you knew exactly what your answer was, “I trust him.” The answer was simple, yet held a heavy meaning.

“I trust Hongjoong too, but I wouldn’t just let him bite me, let alone forgive him so quickly,” Seonghwa acclaimed, bewildered by your answer. He knew how Hongjoong can be rough with you, but a full skin-piercing bite? Even for Seonghwa, it seemed unsettling.

A small chuckle mustered out of you, “I mean a different type of trust dummy. Yes, I trust him the same way you trust him, but I also trust him sexually.”

“I’m not fully following,” he replied, scratching his head confusingly.

Exhaling loudly, you wipe the chopped strawberries off the knife and set it down on the chopping board to join Seonghwa in the chair right next to him. This is going to be a lot to explain, you say to yourself.

Your relationship with the boys was complex. explaining your sexual relationships with one another was practically like explaining directions to a maze with no exit, especially when trying to explain the kinks that others had.

Partially Seonghwa was the worst one to try and explain things too. Though it’s been a year since you’ve come into the family, he stayed cautious with you in bed. The boys all had their kinks and surely had no trouble showing them to you, Seonghwa...seonghwa was the opposite.

You weren’t even sure he had any kinks.

“What I’m trying to say is, when it comes to activities in the bedroom, I trust him with my body fully. I’m not mad at the bite because I knew he wasn’t biting out of anger against me. And even in his full rage mode, I know he’d never hurt me intentionally. That’s the trust we share with each other.”

“We explore each other. Set the bounds, set the rules, and we compromise on everything. He owns my body, and I own his. That’s how our relationship and trust in each other works,” you explain carefully.

“So, do you share that same trust with all of us?” Seonghwa ponders, tone slightly hushed. Inwardly you were slightly perplexed. You never really voiced out your trust with each member, well excluding Joong. You felt they could all silently feel it- hmm maybe that’s why.

“I would’ve been on the next plane to a deserted island if I didn’t trust you all like that, specially with Mingi’s kinky ass,” you snicker, about to get up to return to your previous tasks, but Seonghwa’s hand stops you.

“Hwa?” you question.

“The boys won’t be back till tomorrow, so will you trust me tonight?” he smiles softly.

Heat rises up to your cheeks in embarrassment; it was such a formal and endearing way to ask for that. “Y-yeah…” you stutter out, almost choking from how dry your mouth had suddenly become.

Seonghwa beams up from his seat with excitement, “I won’t let you down!” he exclaims, kissing your hand affectionately before skipping out the kitchen with giddy.

Weird, you thought to yourself, finally getting back to your poor unfinished smoothie.

….

“Did he just skip out of the kitchen like an anime school girl?!”

The day went by in a flash. The last time you had checked the clock it was 9 am, rechecking it, it was now 11 pm. You spent the day cleaning the mess Hongjoong had made of the bedroom and online shopping for new bedroom furniture.

Though the house had no shortage of maids that could’ve easily cleaned up the disaster Hongjoong had caused, no one but you and him were allowed in his room.“I merely feel like my space should be private to us alone,” was Hongjoongs explanation. You understood what he was saying, but cleaning that room was an absolute pain in the ass.

Currently, you were lounging around on the living room couch as a random movie played in the background. It was getting closer and closer to 12, and yet, there was no sign of Seonghwa.

After the breakfast fiasco, he disappeared. You didn’t see him at all around the house, not even a glimpse. You figured he ran off somewhere, but when you asked the guards if he left or where he went, they stifled from answering.

Bzz! Financially at 12 on the dot, your phone vibrates next to you. Turning it over, it was lit up with a message from seonghwa, come to my bedroom.

“Odd,” you voiced out to no one in particular. Nonetheless, you got up from the couch and headed to Seonghwas room.

“Veryyy odd,” you mutter when you see the normally empty hallway lined with candles along the walls. A lighted trail clearly mapped out to the door of Seonghwas bedroom.

The candles in the hallway didn’t have a particular scent to them, but as you approach closer to the bedroom, a scent all too familiar invades your senses. “Vanilla amber,” you whisper in amazement when you reach Seonghwa’s door and push it open.

The room was lined with candles everywhere; the floor, the nightstands, the dresser- everywhere. And right spanking in the middle of the room was the ghost of the day, Seonghwa. He stood there, hair parted and styled to perfection, a pair of plaid pajama pants his only clothing choice of the night.

The sight of him immediately sent fire to your cheeks. You’ve obviously seen Seonghwa’s body before, yet something about the light produced from the candles gleaming on his toned chest sent a wave of desire coursing throughout your body.

It appears you liked the sight a little too much as per the fact that Seonghwa had to fake a cough to get your attention away from his exposed stomach. “Oh umm...h-how did you get all these candles?” you ask awkwardly, trying to keep your gaze at bay.

“Cute,” Seonghwa muses. “I had to go to a couple of different candle stores, though I see you’re more focused on something else,” he smirks, stepping closer to you slowly.

“I-I…”

“May I?” Seonghwa questions, eyes gesturing down to the clothing you were wearing.

You answer him in a curt nod, unable to find your voice due to the intense atmosphere. He starts with your top first, undoing the buttons at an antagonizing slow pace. “You prepared,” Seonghwa uttered in amusement, eyes basking in your bare chest.

You had taken off any undergarments beforehand knowing full well what was going to go down tonight. The silk pajama shirt discarded to the ground with a small plop. Seonghwa’s warm hands came to your stomach, his thumbs pressing down lightly as they map out every curve to your body. His fingers then come to the waistband of your pajama shorts, successfully pulling them off just as teasingly as your shirt.

You stood there naked looking down at the ground not daring to look at Seonghwa as he observed your body, trying to engrain the picture in his brain.

He raises your chin so your eyes could meet and gives you a pleasing smile, “you’re perfect.” you couldn’t help the tiny flush of embarrassment that went through you at his gentle words, “I’m no-”

“You are,” Seonghwa affirms lowly, then, his soft lips are pressed on yours. No roughness or rushing, it was gently sensual, and you respond just the same. The kissing got deeper and deeper; Seonghwa’s tongue pushing past your teeth and meeting your tongue with ease as you gave no resistance to it.

Seonghwa pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips while his tongue continues to explore every inch of your mouth- occasionally sucking on your tongue. He was doing most of the work and wanting to satisfy him as well was becoming a heavy need for you.

So, deciding to bold, your hand goes to the tent forming in his pajama pants; you touch feather-like as you start to palm him. Seonghwa groans at the surprise, his lips tilting away from you to let out small puffs of air.

His head drops down to your shoulder as you continue to palm him; your hand adding pressure to his shaft little by little. Seonghwa is withering in your touch, his little puffs of air turning into shallow moans. God were his moans orgasm worthy.

Lifting his head up, Seonghwa’s rough voice invades your ears, “that’s enough foreplay.” he pulls your hand away from his intensely prominent erection and trunks you to push you on the bed- his pants quickly discarded in a flash.

You don’t even get the chance to revel in Seonghwa’s fully bare body before he’s on top of you; his cock resting heavily against your belly, the head of it red with need and leaking drops of precum.

Seonghwa’s lips and hands find purchase on your breast, squeezing and gently sucking them. Teasing one nipple with his fingers and the other left to be tormented by his tongue. His ministrations driving you to whine and squeal as pleasure soars through you.

His torture on your sensitive nipples continues for a few minutes, his hands and mouth alternating between each nipple, your body thrashing, and twisting. Mouth wide open and letting out soft moans.

Once Seonghwa’s hunger for your breast is sated, he pulls away, saliva dripping down his mouth like a rabid animal. However, his fingers continue to work your nipples- twisting them playfully, his grip sometimes tightening causing you to groan and arch your back.

“What happened to no foreplay,” you pant out with a little difficulty due to Seonghwa’s intoxicative touch.

Seonghwa retorts your comment with one last tight squeeze to your nipples and an amused chuckle that dies down as quickly as it came out. His face turns serious, deadly serious. His eyes glance up to yours, no joking expression to be found on his face, “do you trust me?”

The question perplexed you, “of course I do hwa,” you answer quickly without any hesitation.

“No, do you trust me?” he asks again, his voice emphasizing the word trust.

“Yes,” you answer again with no hesitation. You knew what he was really asking and it was the full truth, you do trust him both ways. Still, Seonghwa searches your eyes for any doubt, when he finds none at all, his expression relaxes, and his lustful gaze returns.

“Thank you,” Seonghwa replies genuinely before getting off the bed to position himself between your legs. You catch a spark of thrill course through Seonghwa as he stares down your body in admiration. “Ready?” he questions, lining himself up with your entrance.

You don’t have to even contemplate your answer and give him a firm nod, which he returns. You hold in your breath as seonghwa starts to push inside you. He sank in slowly to let you adjust and for the benefit of feeling every inch of him.

Though there was no resistance, you couldn’t resist letting out a gruntled moan. Seonghwa wasn’t as long as hongjoong, but he sure as hell was girthier making the stretch painfully delicious.

Once Seonghwa’s cock was fully settled in you, he reared his hips back and slowly thrusts back in. He continues with these slow and gentle thrusts, gradually working you open till you’re accepting all of him with ease and small moans.

“Fuck Y/n,” Seonghwa groans at you, “you feel so fucking good around me,” his sultry voice fanning your ear when he delivers a particularly hard thrust causing a loud moan to tear from your throat.“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he praises you, the pace of thrusts instantly picking up from thereon.

Seonghwa moves harder and faster, his skin slapping yours vigorously, and you’re relishing in the bliss. Seonghwa is pressing into you so deeply and dragging along your sensitive insides.

You close your eyes wanting to only concentrate on the pleasure you're receiving and the build-up of an orgasm forming in you- a plethora of loud moans unawarely flooding out your mouth. Seonghwas thrusts slow and falters for a second and he shirts himself a little, but returns to the same pace in a matter of seconds, so you thought nothing of it.

“You’re doing so well baby, but I’m going to need you to breathe and relax yourself for what’s going to happen next,” he asks of you lowly in your ear, one of his hands sliding up and down your thigh to calm down your now very alert mind.

“What’s going to happen hwa?” you ask through rocky moans, tempting to open your eyes, but Seonghwa covers them quickly before you could catch a glimpse of anything.

“Ah ah keep your eyes closed, and I want to try something with you, but you need to trust me and relax, Seonghwa halts his thrusts completely, “nothing harmful will happen to you. Everything is up to you. I won’t do anything you don’t want or don’t ask for; so, do you want to do this?”

You feel a bit apprehensive at whatever seonghwa is planning to do. The fear of the unknown will always be very much present within you, but you felt safe in Seonghwa’s hands, and that’s all that was needed to clear your mind of any hesitation or doubt.

“I want to do it,” you agree firmly.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Purple.”

“Good girl, now breathe and relax for me.” Seonghwa resumes his thrusts, pulling his hips back gently and pushing in every inch of his cock all the way. You breathe in deeply through your nose and exhale steadily through your mouth, letting your body go lax and bringing that built up pleasure back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Seonghwa praises, a fast pace of thrusts hitting inside you suddenly. You try to keep up a steady breathing pattern, but it’s near to impossible with Seonghwa’s cock rubbing along your walls, hitting that special spot so fucking good.

with your eyes closed, every sensation becomes more present and powerful. Seonghwa only pushes impossibly further, provoking more moans to pour out of you. All your senses have been drowned so much by Seonghwa’s cock that you fail to smell the pungent odor of smoke.

More so, you fail to question what is it Seonghwa was going to do when you let out what would be classified as a hiss mixed with a strangled moan, “ah fuck!” a hot heat had hit your stomach unexpectedly causing the mixed sound to erupt from your throat and your body to twit oddly.

Your eyes fly open to investigate what the hell just splattered on you and- fuck.

It took your eyes a second to adjust, but there everything was clear as day. Seonghwas body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing rigidly as he continues to thrust into you hard, his eyes dazed out with lust, and his hand holding a burnt-out candle a foot above your stomach.

“I knew you where a kinky fuck,” you groan out as seonghwa moves to drip the hot wax on your left thigh.

“I could say the same about you. You’re clenching down on me so tightly; you like it baby?” seonghwa chuckles breathlessly, moving the candle above your breasts and letting a stream of hot wax drip. You clamp down hard on his cock, the heat of the wax creating an unusual pleasurable pain that could only be described as intense. So intense it has you gasping and squirming uncontrollably.

Seonghwa gave one last dribble of wax on your right thigh; he knew you both wouldn’t last much longer and he didn’t want to push you farther on your first time with something new. Setting the burnt-out candle aside, Seonghwa curls his hands under your knees and guides your legs over his shoulders.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Seonghwa gushes and gives a gentle kiss to your knee. That sweet moment didn’t last even a second; Seonghwa’s grip on you tightens and he starts pounding into you at a relentless brutal pace.

The pure force of his cock thrusting into you has you delirious. All you could do was tray and grasp at any air you could. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, inaudible cries of seonghwas' name spill out of you; he was pushing and filling you in all the right ways.

Seonghwa wasn’t doing any better. His thrusts grew erratic and impatient, his breathing becoming labored, and muscles contraction. A sinfully beautiful sight he was to bask in.

You whine out, the rough pushes of his cock that wnt impossibly deeper into you finally pushing you to your orgasm. “Fuck!” you scream, tossing your head back in absolute bliss. Everything felt so light, but heavy at the same time.

The build-up, your fucked out face, and the wax that glistened so brightly with the help of the candle flames is all it took for Seonghwa to spill into you. His body convulsing with relief as he fills you up with every drop of his cum- the amount so big that some even spills out of you before he pulls out.

Seonghwa flops down next to you, completely burnt out and exhausted; the same exact feeling hitting you as you come down from euphoric bliss. “Are you okay baby?” Seonghwa asks you softly, sluggishly getting up to grab a few wet rags and oil to get the hardened wax off your skin.

Seonghwa first took one of the wet rags and wiped up all the excess cum that had gushed out of you. He then took another rag and smothered oil on it, and began dotting oil all over the wax, effectively soaking it and peeling it off your body.

He gave your body one last wipe down before throwing away the dirtied rags and wax in the trash, and flopping down next to you again- His arms immediately coming around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“Thank you for this. For trusting me,” Seonghwa whispered, his tired eyes staring into yours with genuine love and happiness. Your heart swelled full with the same love. No words could ever express just how much you love and trust these boys, and no words could ever express how much it means to you to be trusted by them.

Trust isn’t simple in their world, trust is life or death. It’s a bond that if broken or severed could only leave with a bullet to the heart- figuratively and literally.

“I love you,” you whisper softly, snuggling into him and giving a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you to baby,” Seonghwa whispers back, tightening his arms around you in a protective hold.

With that, you drift to sleep peacefully. The last things you hear being Seonghwa’s calm breathing and the distant quiet sound of a phone going off.

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aureumjeon · 5 years ago

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tiptoed his way (m) || kth

pairing; taehyung x reader. genre; roommate!au; smut; fluff; angst. warnings; breaking and entering, unintended voyeurism, female masturbation, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex via doggy style, choking, tae suffers from MSS(Monster Schlong Syndrome lol), that’s about it. word count; 6.4K (unedited im sorry :()

summary; ➜ Taehyung found himself locked out of your shared home and there were only two options to successfully get inside. (1) Wake you up from your sleep and face the wrath that’ll follow, (2) Think like a burglar and enter through your window. (Un)fortunately for him, he picks the latter.

taglist; @bella-victoria002 @chaitaewithkookies @saddiesan @wehadnochoice @knjhe @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @livorna @taetaeobsessed @erisann @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @wickizer

a/n: the old gif doesnt work i dunno what i did wrong :(

“I’ll be out ‘til late, y/n! Don’t wait up for me.” Taehyung hollered while lacing his worn out white high-cut converse in the entryway. Hoping his voice would reach the end of the hallway where you were currently cooped in in your room.

“Alright! Stay safe!” Not bothering to leave your room, you answered back. Voice echoing through and bouncing off the dry walls. After waiting a few minutes, you heard the door slam shut with a thud. You cautiously tiptoed your way to the direction of your door, slightly opening the solid block of wood and peeking through the narrow crack you made. With no Taehyung in sight, you pumped your fist in the air and cheered victoriously. You finally have the house to yourself. You beamed with delight scurrying yourself over to the kitchen to make yourself a hot steaming bowl of instant ramen.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been your room mates since you can remember. It was freshman year of college, and you were looking for a cheap place to stay with the money you saved up working as a part-time student during your last year of highschool. A friend had introduced you to Jungkook, saying they needed one more person to split the bill with, broke college students need to support each other. At first you were hesitant, a girl living with two boys in a shared house wasn’t you initial plan but as the days go by since you first moved it, you got to know Taehyung and Jungkook a little more. Your friendship with them had gotten greater, the three of you were inseverable and you treasured them to bits!

Although in the four years you’ve been boarding together, every now and then they can really get on your nerves; letting the dirty dishes stack up at the sink until molds would flourish on the left over food; leaving the empty carton of milk in the fridge just as you’re planning to enjoy it with cereal or maybe a pack of Oreos; bags of chips and boxes of pizza scattered on all parts of the living room floor whenever they’d have movie night on Fridays with Jimin and Hoseok; and last but not least, the thing that they always do that grinds your gears the most, their dirty laundry in every corner, nook, and cranny of the house. Stinky socks, sweaty shirts, crusty jeans and even used underwear, you name it!

One time you had guests over; all girls might you add, studying for a group project in chemistry. Oh poor, sweet Yeri… Her unsullied innocence mercilessly corrupted by Jungkook’s disgusting underwear that had a suspicious dried up patch of white something on the crotch area of the small fabric. Yeri almost fainted when she pulled out the article of clothing from the kitchen caddy, flinging it across the room to where the other girls were. You scolded Jungkook the same day, advising him to keep all his stuff where it needed to be kept and on top of that to apologize to the poor girl he scarred for life. Which he did, and that’s the story of how Jungkook and Yeri’s relationship began. Who knew, right?

Taehyung was like Jungkook at first, but somehow he decided to stay under your radar as best as he could. Once you lectured him on something he’s done wrong inside the quarters of your home, he’d make it a point to engrave it on the back of his head. He has his fuck ups every now and then, but nothing too consequential. There was one time though, and you wish you could forget, that he brought a girl home which wasn’t against the house rules. Jungkook had brought Yeri numerous times and you, yourself, had your fair share of men visiting the house, specifically your room. It was s well established etiquette to keep the ruckus down since you we’re sharing this living space between the three of you. But during that critical time, which you’ve spoken to Taehyung and Jungkook beforehand never lacking to remind them on multiple occasions throughout that day. Telling them to please keep the noise to a minimum because you'll be revising for for a major exam that was equivalent to forty percent of your total grade. Somehow, Taehyung managed to forget your simple and completely doable request. With the paper thin walls between you and the absence of soundproofing, you were able to get every moan, groan and mewl that came from Taehyung’s rooms adjacent to yours. That bastard is so dead was the sole thing on your mind right now and not the words inscribed in the textbook that you’ve read over for the tenth time that night. The morning after that horrendous night of not getting anything done, you waited irksomely in the common room for taehyung and his date to emerge from his chambers.

“Y/n, y-you’re up early.” He gulped, taking in your appearance. Your gaze was piercing especially with the huge dark bags under your eyes. “I’ll take Minju ho--”

“I’m sure she knows here way back.” You cut him off with a bark in your tone, “Can’t you, Minju?” Your focus was now directed at her and she was quivering under your constant scrutiny.“Y-yes,” She clutched on her designer handbag bowed nervously before fleeing the place like a prey encountering it’s predator.

“I asked you for one thing, Taehyung, one thing.” You lowered your head and massaged your aching temples with your fingers, placating your exasperation towards the boy who was placed in the hot seat. “You knew I was studying tonight, Tae.” The timbre of your voice wasn’t sickeningly livid anymore. From spiking up to a hundred degrees in the last two minutes, it dropped down to a negative ten. “This test is worth forty percent of my grade, I told you that. This is the first time I requested you to do something for me...” You shut your eyes close and drew out a long sigh before standing up and intending to head back to your room. “If I fail this test, I want to let you know it’s on you, Tae.” His features were extremely devastated and disheartened, not because of the things you just said but because of how he had forgotten all about it.

You inconspicuously peered back at him and the look on his face says it all. A helpless puppy abandoned by its human, that’s what he resembled most at this moment. Big glassy eyes, a wet nose and pouty lips. Okay, that was kind of a mean thing to say, you thought. But you never failed to remind him, always opening up and squeezing in the topic during the mundane conversations you shared together. After one last disappointed sigh, you looked up the clock, 6:55 am. “Anyway, I still have three more hours before the test. I’ll be in my room.” You turned your back on him and proceeded to take a few steps forward before saying one last thing to him, “Please, please, please. Don’t bother me.” You were on your way back down the hall, nothing will stop you from cramming seven chapters of lesson into your brain in less than three hours in one sitting.

“Sorry, Y/n.”

Sorry ain't gonna cut it, chief.

Its as if Taehyung was able to read your mind, “ I’ll- I’ll be on bathroom duty. For two, no, four weeks. Yeah, yeah. One month of bathroom duty, Y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget.”

You glanced over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of Taehyung with his hands clasped together, his facial expression pleading for forgiveness. You knew he was really sorry. Why? Because nobody liked bathroom duty, not even you.

“That seems fair to you, kook?” You spontaneously asked, making Taehyung scan the living room area. Glass started clattering in the kitchen and your doe-eyed bunny-boy of a roommate came hopping in. Taehyung was seeking compassion from his long-time comrade. Maybe shortening his time on bathroom duties or lending him a helping hand at least. Bros before hoes, right? “For the record.” Jungkook started, taking a sip from the cold banana milk bottle in his hand. “You kept me up, too. And I have football practice at eight.” He shrugged his shoulders casually before hiding back in his man cave. “Have fun cleaning, Tae.”

Your chiding was for everyone’s best interest, may this incident serve as a lesson of respecting other people who also lives in this household. Although there was one thing you were still unsure about. After that episode, Taehyung has never set foot in the premises with a woman draped around his arm again. You hoped you did not terminate his hopes of getting a love life.

In conclusion, they’re just a bunch of stupid college boys wanting to survive this hell hole, what do you expect? So, having the house to yourself was a once in a blue moon moment you’d never take for granted.

It was two in the morning, and Taehyung was stupidly perched at the doorstep patting his pockets for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes searching for his keys. "Shit." He grumbled under his breath, taking out his phone from his back pocket and calling up Jungkook's number. After the third try, he finally answered the call.

"H-hey, what's up? I love you and all that shit but why are you calling at two in the fucking morning?" The voice is the other line was dry and scratchy.

"Ah," Taehyung felt apologetic for waking up the Jungkook but he absolutely needed help, "Sorry for bothering you, Kook. Do you happen to know where the spare key is? Left my copy in my room before I went out and now I'm locked out of the house," He laughed embarrassingly, attempting to check his pockets one more time before calling it quits, wishing his keys would magically turn up in one of them.

"Taehyung…" The line suddenly went silent, it was a good fifteen seconds before Jungkook went on speaking,"Didn't I tell you that I'm holding onto the spare key to have it duplicated since my I lost my copy?"

There it was again, complete and utter silence. If it wasn't for irregular breathing coming from the other line, Jungkook would've guessed Taehyung had dropped the call already.

"Just wake up y/n, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Jungkook suggested, that was probably the best route to take.

"No bro," Taehyung's tone was unnaturally dark and empty.

"Can I ask why?"

"L-Last time I locked myself out and woke up y/n," he choked on his series of words, recalling the traumatic event that occurred in the past. "She made me wait a whole hour before opening the door. While I was waiting out in the cold, y/n cooked bacon and pancakes at midnight just to spite me. The smell of the food made my stomach flip and growl. When she finally let me in, she ate it all by herself while looking me straight in the eye."

Jungkook on the other line laughed uproariously at Taehyung's untold story, "Remind me not to get on Y/n's bad side. But in all seriousness, how are you planning to get inside the house?" He queried the boy who was stuck in an unfortunate predicament."I don't get back til' Sunday. And it's only Friday."

Taehyung's eyes lit up like those light bulbs in cartoons when the characters gets a genius idea. "Is your room the one without the safety locks on the window?"

"One, no. My windows have safety locks. Y/n's window is the one without it. And two, that's a really bad Idea, Tae."

"What's a bad idea, babe?" Taehyung indistinctly overhears a hushed voice in the background. His conversation with Jungkook probably woke up Yeri too. "Oh, Taehyung's planning to enter through y/n window to get into the house." Jungkook made sure that taehyung was hearing what Yeri had to say, since she's been friends with y/n just as long as them. Her giggles were so innocent, akin to a baby but the words she said were the exact opposite. "That is a stupid idea, unless Taehyung wants to be hit on the head with a metal baseball bat and bleed to death."

"Yeri said that that's a stupid idea unless you--"

"I heard what she said. And I won't even make a sound! I'll tiptoe my way through her window and out of her room in a flash! That way I'll be in the house and won't have to wake up y/n! I see this as an absolute win." Taehyung broadcasted triumphantly like he had discovered the map to the lost City of Atlantis.

Yeri snatched the phone from her boyfriend's hand and lectured Taehyung y/n style. "Tae, this isn't the time to be quoting the Incredible Hulk when you're the one who's gonna be beaten to a pulp when y/n wakes up and mistakes you for a burglar. Just wake up y/n and ask her to open up the door for you. It can't be that bad, you'd live a longer life that way. Face the consequences of being a pee-brain."

"Nope," It seemed like Taehyung had made up his mind, and when Taehyung makes up his mind, there's no point in stopping him.

"Ahhh, tell your friend good luck. I'm going back to sleep." Yeri gave back the phone to her boyfriend. "You have our regards. If you don't die, call me back in the morning." A loud yawn can be heard from Jungkook's end as he hangs up.

And that's Taehyung's go signal.

He stealthily made his way round the perimeter of the house to the side where your room was located "Bingo." He mused as he spotted your window, slightly left ajar. He strategically maneuvered his way across the flower bed embedded on the ground, calculating his steps accurately not wanting to step on your precious roses and daffodils. He knows he can't lie to you, if asked who trampled on your bloom, he'd rat himself out in a blink of an eye. He'd like to enjoy a long flourishing life. Grow old, get married and possibly have kids and grandkids.

Not like what he's about to commit will spare his life either way.

Even with the lack of light and the gauzy material of the curtain, his eyes could make up your vague figure on the bed, tossing and shifting your legs about. Must be some crazy dream you're having, he thought. Though he can't get a clear view of you, he's certain you were there.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed the unlocked window wider just enough so that he can slither his body inside, dragging the curtain along with it. He prayed to the heavens above that the hinges doesn't make a sound, not even a tiny squeak or his head will be the one hanging from the valances.

With his hands securely clasped on the window sill, he utilized his upper body strength to propel himself up until his knees were secured on the narrow wooden surface. "Phew" he shakily exhaled, switching from his current kneeling position to a crouching one, gaining more balance for his following steps.

Before fully entering your room now that he had obtained a better view, he decided to take a proper look at your charming unconscious face. Wait, scratch that, that didn’t come out right. What he meant to conclude was…

When Jungkook first introduced you to him as their new flatmate, he couldn’t help but be blown away. He was thunderstruck when he was graced by your overwhelming presence. Soft silky hair that he’d like to get bury his face in, letting the scent of your shampoo take over his senses; Round bright eyes that somehow carried the countless stars and galaxies, he’d willingly surrender himself just to get lost in them. A lovely button nose that scrunched up when you smiled and introduced yourself for the first time. “I’m Y/n, nice to finally meet you Taehyung.” he remembered clearly, god, how can he forget. Your soft-spoken voice perfectly fitted your delicate face. It was love at first sight, what else could it be? He fell for you hook, line and sinker.

He covertly watched over you, not in the stalker-ish way, of course. Whenever you’re lounging around in your favorite pajamas or simply tidying up the house, he’d inevitably find a small smile creep up on his lips. Even just knowing that you’re inside the house when he comes home from the university by the way your favourite music was blaring from your room made him happy. He learned along the way that you were really introverted, spending most of your weekends at home reading your favourite novels and choosing to withdraw yourself from the generic college scene. Opting for a movie night date with your friends rather than partying at some musty frat house. Moreover, you didn’t strike up any conversation with him or Jungkook unless it was about the house or if it was that important to talk about. Unbeknownst to you, all the things you detested like unwashed dishes or misplaced dirty laundry, he did it on purpose just to get the attention he craved from you. Sometimes he felt guilty at the way he acted whenever you were around, a pout or two on your upset face.

But he came to the point that he was tired of hiding and playing safe behind that thin line called “Friendship.”If he wasn’t gonna man-up and take action, nothing’s gonna change. So on your twentieth birthday, that’s when he decided he wanted to confess his love for you, hoping that the unrequited becomes requited. He bought a cake and decorated the whole house with a banner, balloons and streamers. He even paid Jungkook fifty dollars to keep his mouth shut about it.

What happened after was far from his or Jungkook's expectations. You came home from a date. A date which none of them knew about but here you were, wide eyed and jubilant to see the simple surprise party your dear roommates took the time to prepare for you. You introduced the boy standing next to you as your boyfriend. "Boyfriend" that word stung like a bitch.

It was then that he decided to put an end to this one-sided pinning that has been going on for quite some time now that hasn't bloomed into anything, not even a tiny sprout. If the stars were aligning and the universe was really on his side, he would have been your boyfriend by the end of the day, not some guy named Lucas.

Every other night he'd return with a girl to his room for nothing more than a quick fuck, never meeting with them for a second time. He thought it was something that would dull the agonizing throb in his chest, it worked for the most part. The bodily pleasure those women brought him made him forget momentarily about everything he's ever felt for you. He thought it was only a matter of time until all the feelings he'd kept would dissipate into thin air.

Minju, he recalled. A girl who was just as perfect as you in his eyes, well almost. With the thought of taking Minju home and having her all to himself as a priority in his mind, he got carried away and overlooked one critical thing you asked of him which was on top of that a principal house rule the three of you agreed on. "Always keep the noise to a minimum."

He knew he fucked up the moment he spots you sitting on the couch glaring at him as he and Minju walked out of his room. He saw the look of disappointment etched on your face at how he had let you down and recognized how bad he fucked up. He thought that you’d never forgive him and end up hating him for the rest of his life, but you always kept proving him wrong. A familiar box was atop the center island with a pink sticky note attached to it.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, Tae. It was probably the stress talking. Btw, I passed aced the exam! Hehe. <3 y/n.”

That was when he realized he truly did not deserve you.

His profound daydreaming was put to a halt when he heard a hushed moan originate from your direction. His jaw almost unhinged at how low and wide it was hanging from his face at the sight he has failed to notice prior to entering your room. A convoluted expression was apparent on your face, with your brows knitted together, and eyes shut tight, upper teeth frustratingly nibbling at your bottom lip. Your left hand hidden under the sheer fabric of your shirt, kneading at your mound lavishly while the fingers on your other hand were tirelessly circling around the glistening flesh between you spread legs. You weren’t sleeping, you were masturbating!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Gotta get--

His whole life flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the mason jar you used as a flower pot unexpectedly gets knocked over by his rogue foot, emanating in a clangorous noise as it hit the seat of your metal chair tucked under your desk. There were numerous circumstances that he wished he could get out of certain situations unscathed, which as luck would have it he did. This one? Not so much as your instincts urged you to direct your attention to where the abrupt sound came from. He saw your bewildered eyes staring at his squatting figure by your window.

Taehyung quickly slammed his palms over his face concealing his eyes while blindly steering his body farther into your room, knocking over your other stuff in the process. As his feet finally met solid ground, it was now time to plead for his life. “Y/n! Shit! I-I can e-explain. I l-left my keys! A-and I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't mean seeing that!" He heard the sound of his rapid heart beat resonate in his ears, ringing so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself think.

You found his flustered stuttering adorable and endearing. You weren't angry and knew he was telling the truth. Taehyung, no matter how brazen and badly behaved he was, has not ever lied to you. You can take his word for this one but a little teasing hasn't killed anyone. “Never perceived you as the peeping type, Tae."

"I swear, I'm not!" His cheeks started burning red, the scorching heat of embarrassment crawling up to his ears and down his neck.

You didn't answer him right away, and all he could make up with his vision temporarily impaired was the shuffling sound of your bedding and the indistinct footsteps walking towards him. "Well since you're here, might as well help your roommate out." You whispered suggestively in his ear, and he felt his jeans grow a little tighter by the crotch.

You pressed your body against his until the corner of your desk was painfully digging into his back. "What do you say, Tae?"

"I-I don't think this is right." He respired weakly, his knees were starting to buckle at the figurative weight weighing down on his shoulders with palms still stuck to his eyes.

"Wanna know what I think." You purred salaciously, the tip of your pointer finger lightly tracing over the skin of his clavicle. "I don't think this is a question of what's right and wrong," Your hand started to head south, stopping precisely at his sternum, your fingers drawing small figure eights over it. "I'm single, your single."You further proved your claim, hand once again dropping lower. Taehyung wasn't much of a gym rat like Jungkook or Jimin so he didn't have any abs. But you still appreciated his body nonetheless, especially paired with his remarkably attractive face. "I see this as a question of want and don't want. And judging from this," without warning, you cupped the hard-on he was sporting. Waves of electricity surged through his blood vessel, every cell in his body had doubled its working pace. "You want this as much as I do." Slowly, you palmed him through his jeans, fingers molding the curve of his clothed dick. His heart rate spiked and breathing got more labored with your words and actions.

He wanted to see you. He wanted to remove his hand from his face and see how the moonlight shining through your window illuminated your appearance, enhancing your elegant features tenfold but he was terrified that this will lead to something that will eventually ruin your friendship.

"Taehyung..." You whimpered, starting to feel impatient. "Say something. Tell me what you want. Tell me to stop, please just say something."

"I-I," Fuck it, he thought. He detached his hands from his eyes and encased it around your petite torso, finally giving in to the treacherous temptation that is you. "I want you, y/n." He dipped his face in the curve of your neck, filling himself up with the sweet scent of you. "I've wanted you for the longest time, y/n." His voice was guttural and strained, he'd never thought the time of him finally confessing to you would come. It required him every tendril of his being to finally come clean. An abandoned door that was once locked has instantly been pushed open, and his desire for you has never been more ardent.

"I want you too, Tae."

Moments later you've found yourselves entangled within each other's embrace, caught in a sweltering and heart racing make out session. Every brush of lips and prod of tongue was burning of lust and passion. The way your fingers intertwined with his and filling its spaces perfectly like the final piece of an unfinished puzzle. It felt so natural, the way the rise and fall of your breathing and the tempo of your pulses fell in sync. It felt like something that should've been done ages ago but was hindered by something unforeseen.

As he hovered above your frame, you couldn't help but be drawn in the boundless sea of his deep hazel eyes. Wisp of his curled lashes resting prettily on his eyelids, the tip of his pointed nose dusted a shade of baby pink and lips pursed into a gentle smile. He observed you with hooded eyes as you absentmindedly stared at his face. You couldn't comprehend how a mere human can bear this much beauty and elegance in his mortal body, even the gods would seethe in jealousy at his splendor.

"T-tae. I want to feel your dick down my throat." You professed bashfully, marvelling at his beauty can wait. Right now there was one thing you fervently wish for, him and his entirety.

Your bluntness was always one of his favourite traits of yours. "I'm all yours." He replied, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips.

"Stand at the edge of the bed." You instructed, going on all fours and crawling your way to the same spot. "C'mon!"

Taehyung with arched brows headed to where you wanted him, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. "Okay, now what?"

"I've always wanted to try like this." You pressed on, lying on your back with your head almost hanging off the edge of the bed, slightly propping it up with a small pillow. Taehyung was caught off guard with your new position, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He queried with an arch of his brows.

“I’m ready to take your dick.” You seemed determined, sweeping your loosened hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears. “Saw this in porn before and I’ve been itching to try it out.

You just kept pulling out tricks from your sleeve, Taehyung never imagined you to be the type who watches porn. “You watch porn?” He incredulously questioned eyes going wide that hinted inquisitiveness.

“Oh please, I am a human being. Stop looking at me like I’m some saint. I can watch adult videos whenever I want to.”

“Fair enough,” He acknowledged while unbuckling his belt, revealing the stiff bulge tucked in his boxer. He tugged the garterized hem of his underwear down and allowed his member to spring free.

You were genuinely astounded with his impressive size and girth, tip red and already leaking pre-cum. “From all the years we’ve been living together, I kinda expected you were big, but not this big. Didn’t know you were suffering from MSS.”

“MSS?” he eyed you outlandishly, having no idea what you were talking about.

“Monster Schlong Syndrome.” You answered as you tried suppressing the mischievous smile forcing its way onto your lips.

“Shut up, Y/n.” Taehyung’s cheeks grew rosier at your compliment about his dick, but he still preferred being humble about his size even when he was with other girls.

“Make me,” You provoked him, opening your mouth fully and sticking out your tongue. Feeling rather wolfish to have him in your mouth.

“Are you sure about this?” He queried you one last time, making sure you were a hundred percent okay with this. “I’m the one beginning to feel uncomfortable with your position.”

“I’m fine, Tae. I want this.”

He couldn’t help stroking himself while taking in the image of you sprawled on the bed eyes totally blown-out. Begging and lusting over his cock. Taehyung gently tapped his length on your cheek,causing a smirk to form on your lips. “Stopped teasing,” You wailed vexingly, growing eager by the second. You tossed your head back even further while opening your mouth much wider, giving Taehyung a greater angle.

“You ready, baby?” His already deep voice dropped an octave lower, a sultry and sickeningly honeyed tone slathered all over his words. You crossed your legs together feeling the steamy heat pool between them as you nod fervently.

Unhurriedly, Taehyung pushed the tip of his cock past your lips. The warmth and wetness of your mouth elicited a satisfied groan from him. He pushed even further down your throat, sheathing himself completely and noticing how tight the space has gotten as he descends. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” he euphorically moaned seeing how your pretty mouth is stretched by his thick cock.

You blissfully purred at his praise, and the vibrations of your throat around his member sent a chill down his spine. “I-I’ll start moving, okay.” He choked on his word, his senses brimming over with the buzz of pleasure. At a leisurely pace, he began gliding his dick in and out of your hot cavern, hearing lewd squelching sounds with every push. “Shit,” He rasped when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Your mouth is the best, baby.” He quickened the speed of his thrusts, savouring the constricted hold you’ve got on him. Tears started to pool at the corners of your eyes as your mouth was bombarded with the repetitive jabbing motion. You’ve never felt this full before, the way he has you gorged put you in a state of pure ecstasy.

Taehyung shifted his veiny hand to caress your face, wiping away the wetness from your corners of your eyes. With his balls slapping right into your face, you failed to capture his pupils dilate and the concupiscent glint in his dark orbs. His hand found its way at the base of your neck, favouring the tug of the skin, muscles and bones outlined beneath the surface. His slender, bony fingers spread across the expanses of your neck, petting the strained muscle domestically. His digits started to curl around the base, the blunt of his fingernails digging into your skin and you felt the restriction of air affect your lungs.

Taehyung knew you were enjoying this as much as he was even with you gagging and choking on his dick. He exerted more pressure on your jugular, and you felt your body sink further into the mattress. He thwarted his hips into you once more, deeper than before as his wanton howls reverberated inside your room. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, he stopped himself and pulled out his swollen cock coated with your spit.

You opened your eyes and griped at the sudden sensation of barrenness, "W-why'd you stop?" You felt light headed, your body eventually recognized the lack of oxygen you underwent. Your chest hurriedly heaved up and down as you were gasping for air, trying to catch your breath.

"This is my first time fucking you, the only place I'll be cumming in right now is your pussy." Taehyung wickedly grinned, looping his arms behind your neck and knees and carried you bridal style. He walked over the side and carefully lowered you on the bed, head snuggly resting on the pillow leaned on the headboard. He made his way back to the foot of the bed, taking a seat directly in front of your bare core. "Since I interrupted you earlier," his hands began stroking you calf, tiny goosebumps springing up from his touch. "Let me make it up to you and make you feel better than those little fingers of yours."

You detected a hint of embarrassment as Taehyung's gaze focuses on you already seeping sex. He began crawling closer to you core, tipping in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs. As his warm breath began rousing over your skin, you couldn't help but clench around nothingness at the level of arousal you were experiencing. "What were you thinking about when you were pleasuring yourself?" He cooed the question out before licking a wet stripe along your moistened slit. His tongue was dancing in his mouth after finally acquiring a taste of your delectable nectar. "I-I was thinking about you, Tae." You answered weakly, the pad of his thumb now circling your sensitive nub. He hummed in approval at you words, his tongue was the one promptly to devote its undivided attention to you bundle of nerves. "What was I doing then?"

You released a long exhale when you felt Taehyung slip on of his slender fingers inside your hole. "I-I thought about how you'd fuck me with your huge cock," You admitted, shutting your eyes as he twirls his finger inside you. He inserted another digit, and it got you tossing your head back in fervor. "How you'd make me cum so hard.”Your eyes reeled back at the back of your head as another finger slips into you with such ease.

“You’re soaking wet, y/n.” he was prideful of how you’ve become putty under his ministrations, “And all for me.” He sloped down once more and flicked your clit with his wet muscles at an excruciating pace. You started feeling yourself clench around his digits, “W-wait.” You intervened, not wanting to release just yet. “I want to cum with you.”

He devilishly grinned from ear to ear and flipped your body over, your knees and palm bearing the weight of your exhausted body. “Wanna hit you from the back so bad.”

You lowered your torso and arched your back inwards, excessively sticking your ass up on full display. Taehyung smeared the accumulated pre-cum on the tip of his cock all over his length, painting it with the lubricating substance. He aligned himself with your entrance and gingerly drove his hips forward until he bottomed out. “Fuck, y/n. You’re cunt’s even tighter than your pretty mouth.” the interior walls of your vagina squeezed at his member, accommodating his length incomparably. “Your pussy was made for me, y/n. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

As much as you fancied him to rant about how amazing your pussy was, you wished he’d just shut up and pound you into oblivion and put an end to the tormenting ache bubbling inside you. “Move.” You sought, pushing your rear end against him hard and coaxing him to ultimately move.

His knuckles were turning white at how tight he’s gripping onto the curve of your hips, nails engraving small crescent-shaped marks on your skin. Without warning, he launched the onslaught of the brute ramming of his dick into you. Each thrust he bore were insanely crisp and accurate, striking your sweet spot with every jab. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breathes were the only tunes filling the silent space of your room. Taehyung pulled out his length almost completely, appreciating how coated and soaked it was with your juices, awakening another entire level of his vehement lust for you. He slammed himself back into your tight slit, clenching his buttocks and rutting his pelvis at an inhuman speed.

“I’m so close, Taehyung.” You wailed sinfully with a high-pitched strain to your voice, aware at how every muscle in your body is tensing up.

“Me too, baby.” He unexpectedly towed you by your hair until your back collided with his chest. His hand located your neck yet again, wrapping his digits around it and cutting your intake of air. You swear that at the end of this, your neck would be sore, purple and bruised because of how robust he retains his grip on you. At this point, his movements began getting sloppier and imprecise, suggesting he was at last getting to his most sought-after high. His idle hand shakily made its way to your almost forgotten clit, ruthlessly rubbing at it with the pad of his fore and middle finger continuously until you were convulsing around his cock and milking him down to the last drop. Both of your body collapsed on your bed, utterly breathless.

“Wow.” Taehyung managed to breath out.

“Yeah, wow.” You repeat, steadying your breathing. “What happens now?” You awkwardly asked, staring at the blank ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in your room.

“Wanna go on a date?” His voice was filled with reluctance, the thrumming in his chest never calming down. Now wasn't the perfect time to ask you that kind of question. So he braced himself as he waited for your answer.

You turned your head in his direction and looked at how the light from the now open window magically outlined his enchanting profile. “You’re way out of order but I’d love too.”

Taehyung's obnoxious ringtone Disturbed the silence of your sleep.

"Your phone is ringing." You grumbled, t

"Yo, Tae, glad to hear you're still alive. Got into the house yet?"

"Yeah," He paused, looking at you. "Got into y/n pants as well."

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Sanguine II Mafia

Genre: Mafia AU Warnings: dark themes, blood, guns, creepy evil guy. Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You’re a second year med student taken in by the house of NCT. It’s not uncommon to be the last to learn things within the house but when your safety is threatened, you’re forced to leave home with no option. But it only makes things worse.

Part 1 || next ****

You don’t even take a second to think things through. Your rationality and sensibility gone out the door when the man mentioned Taeyong being unconscious. You could only puzzle all the things together. For Taeyong to be unconscious would mean the other guys were also in danger.

You clutched onto your phone, debating whether you should wake Lucas up or not but the warning to come alone rings in the back of your mind. You creak open the door and switch on your phone light, using it as a torch as you quickly slip on a proper shirt and pants. The keys for the car are on the nightstand beside Lucas. You tiptoe over, desperately trying to keep quiet while he sleeps completely oblivious. The idea to leave a note crosses your mind, by the time he wakes up you would be long gone, and who knows maybe this will be my last time seeing him.

But the vibration of your phone and the notification popup your screen shows brings you out of the thought.

Unknown number: I’m waiting.

The text leaves you sprinting out the room.

The drive home is completely silent apart from the swimming thoughts surrounding your mind. The freeway seems to be completely deserted, letting you speed down the straight road whenever possible. You don't realise how long has passed with your hands gripped on the steering wheel until the sudden ring on your phone causes you to jump.

You glance over at the Bluetooth mini screen displaying the caller ID, Lucas. The corner of the screen shows the time, 6:03am. The ring continues for over a minute and then disappears. The second ring coming through doesn't surprise you as he tries again. The thought to turn off your phone isn’t possible as the unknown number may call, so you reach for your phone and disconnect it from the Bluetooth of the car, switching it to vibration mode.

The guilt inside you begins gnawing in your stomach as you drive and your phone continues vibrating on the passenger seat beside you. As desperate as you were to answer, you didn't want to risk it, and besides, Lucas would be safer if he wasn't bought in.

Everything looks normal on the outside. None of the windows are smashed, the house seems to be stable, nothing looks like its collapsing. The house seems visibly fine but it's the dozens of unrecognisable cars along your street that's concerning. There’s at least 10 vehicles; vans and cars included.

Deciding it’s better to stay hidden for as long as possible, you take the back route, driving through a dirt road hidden by a KEEP OUT sign. You park a bit further back from the house to ensure the sound of the engine isn’t heard.

You sneak in through the back door, heading for the top floor of the house to check out the situation. The commotion in the living room indicating to you where everyone is. As you tip toe up the stairs, a loud roaring laughter comes from the floor below. You decide to take a peek, getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the railings which overlook the living room.

The amount of people crowding in the living room makes it seem tiny. But you can easily pick out your members from the 20 or so individuals.

The first person you notice is Taeyong who seems to be barely conscious, his arms roped behind his back as he’s tied against a wooden chair, a man with a gun standing beside him. The rest of the boys stand behind with what looks like a gag preventing them from speaking, their hands tied by rope, faces bloody and bruised, a gun also resting at their heads. Your eyes can only glimpse at them, not baring to lay your eyes on anyone for too long.

It's a slight breath of relief knowing not all of them are here. You can only see a few of the guys which would mean the others were safe, at least that's what you hoped.

Jaehyun was standing in a pool of blood, the red seeping through part of his shirt on his right shoulder indicating a heavy wound. Beside him, was Yuta and Jeno. The swift glance over them letting you know none of them seemed visibly injured, apart from the stained clothing. The last person you noticed brought a gasp out of your mouth. Winwin was leaning against the couch for support, his hands left untied as he presses onto a bleeding patch on his lower abdomen.

Tears instantly form at the side of your eyes as you scramble back from the sight, making sure you’re unable to be seen before you start shaking, the fear now kicking in. Breathe, don't panic.

You crawl back forward, you had to see how many enemies there were. You had to think of something quickly, but the image of the scene below continues to invade your mind. There’s no time.

As your about to stand, making your presence known, a hand tugs you back down. The other hand of the person instantly whipping around your mouth to prevent the squeal that comes out.

“It’s me, Mark.” A whispered voice says into your ear. He feels you relax against his body before letting go and you turn to face him. He looks stressed, His eyes are red, the veins popping out while his shirt’s covered in colours of blood and dirt. “What are you doing here?” Mark asks, tugging you to the back of the wall.

The men from downstairs continue talking, deep rumbles of laughter invading your ears.

“I-I got a call.” You’re so relieved to see Mark. Even in this situation, seeing him and knowing he wasn't hurt was reassuring, “What happened?”

“I can’t explain this now; you have to leave.”

“Where’s the others? A-are they okay?” You ask, desperate to know.

“They’re fine.” He tells you, “Y/N listen to me.” He grips onto your shoulders, turning you to face him properly, “Johnny and Haechan are outside near your car. You need to leave okay.”

“I can’t just leave!”

“We’ll take care of things here.”

“That guy called me here.” You tell him, “He’ll let them go if I talk to him.”

“That bastard.” He mutters underneath his breath.

You know there’s no chance things can end nicely in this situation and you weren’t prepared to let anyone die today. But knowing the boys for so long, there was no way they would bring you into this. You can hear Mark as he turns around to whisper to the wall, presumably informing Johnny and Haechan about the situation through the ear pierce.

This would be your only chance to go down there alone. You prayed Mark wouldn't be stupid enough to follow you. It would be pointless for him to reveal himself alone. While he continued mumbling into the earpiece, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself. Now or never right?

And then you stood up properly, and walked down the stairs.

“Y/N!” Mark lets out a hissed whisper in surprise, attempting to grab onto your wrist but fails.

The noises stop from downstairs as a larger built man sitting directly in front of Taeyong stands up. His eyes now trained on you. You recognised him by his face.

You’d walked into the meeting room one time and they’d forgotten to hide the photos sprawled out on the table. You picked up the photos along with the file on the table out of curiosity. The file contained more images, graphic ones. There was a photo of a boy, perhaps 4 or 5 years of age, lying in a pool of blood in an empty room. The words NCT stained onto the wall behind the child.

At the time all you could remember was crying. You had bawled you’re eyes out, terrified of the people you were surrounded by. The file slipped out of your hands and all the contents flowed out. You remember gathering everything in a scurry, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand simultaneously. All the images were of different angles in that room. Except one.

There was a photo taken of an older guy. He looked like he was in his mid-teens in the image but his facial features were very distinct, including the scar under his left eye which ran across half his face.

The guy staring at you, was him. Your mind went around in a frenzy, trying to piece together the possibilities of what he wanted with you. Why is he here?

“Well, hello there.” The guy greets, beaming a crooked smile from his position. Taeyong instantly whips his head around to follow his gaze. His eyes widen immediately, his mind gone completely blank seeing you here.

You stopped moving at the bottom step. Scared to get any closer to the man who was now slowly approaching you. You looked past him, meeting Taeyong’s eyes. For the first time since you met him, since he bought you into this family, he looked terrified. He was covered in blood and his face losing the usual bright colour in his complexion. Taeyong was the only one without a gag, but he was weak right now and it was obvious he would be with the bath of blood underneath his chair. He was barely conscious.

The others only stared at you, Jaehyun, Yuta and Jeno who were too shocked to move. Winwin who was barely conscious.

“Run Y/N.” Taeyong whispers out, his voice inaudible to where you are. The guy approaching you whips his head around to Taeyong, letting a little grin wash on his face before nodding to his men standing silently on the side.

You watch in horror as the guys gather around the members, kicking them from behind the knees causing them to collapse. The members can only growl as they struggle with the binds behind their backs and the fabric preventing them from talking. As one of the unfamiliar guy’s approach Winwin you realise he had fallen into an unconscious state.

“Don’t!!” You scream out, just as the guy’s foot swings into the air. The guy stops, everyone’s eyes now trained on you.

The leader chuckles, as the man in front of Winwin looks over at his boss, and then looks at you. The leader gives a little nod and the man steps back, leaving Winwin on the floor. Your heart drops and you can feel the air seep out of you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N,” the guy says, now just a metre away, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Can’t say I feel the same.” You mutter out, taking a step back up the stairs, to distant yourself.

The guy in front you laughs, taking another step closer. “I just want to talk.”

“Let them go and I’ll talk” You offer, watching his expression carefully.

He lets out a hum and you think for a second, he’s considering your deal, but the snicker following seconds later lets you know his answer. “How about we have a talk outside? Where there isn’t such a big audience?” He purrs, closing the gap between the two of you as he brushes away the fallen strands of your hair. You turn to face the side, not wanting to look into his intimidating gaze. But he brings a finger to your lips, forcing you to look up at him as he speaks, “Just the two of us.”

“Fuck off.” You spit out, your saliva hitting him in the face. He steps back in surprise, eyes shut as he chuckles to himself. His men in the room stand silently, shocked at your behaviour towards their leader.

“What a pretty bitch.” He laughs, wiping his face roughly. You step back too late, as he leans forward grabbing your jaw harshly.

“L-let her go or I’ll kill you.” Taeyong growls out, his voice still weak. Your hands are gripping at the guy’s wrist on your jaw, trying to fight your way free.

“You can try.” The man claims, turning around to face Taeyong.

“It wasn’t us.” Taeyong mutters out, his eyes closing shut as he tries to fight the pain from his gunshot wound.

“Really?” The guy asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He lets go of your jaw, stomping back towards Taeyong. “No one else knew about him except you Taeyong.” He spits out, jabbing a finger at Taeyong’s chest as he speaks. You watched as the guy visibly stats to shake, using more and more pressure as he jabs into the wound, “Only you knew him!”

For some reason, it seemed there was a deeper story between the two leaders, one which you had never learnt.

Mark who was still upstairs had called Johnny and Haechan in who were already at the back of the house for backup when you had gone downstairs. However, the three of them, now crouched at the railings, could only watch. Mark had called the members who were in the safe house, deciding they needed everyone to come to try even out the numbers at the very least before fighting back.

With just the three of them, there was no way they could win against the 15+ men downstairs. So all they could do was watch and wait, praying the members could hold on until then.

As the leader falls back onto his chair, exhausted at his outburst, you sneak a peek at the members’ injuries, finally being able to see the extent of damage from a much closer view.

Jaehyun seemed to be hiding his pain but the soft patter of blood droplets adding to the pool he was standing in needed to be attended to. Winwin was also losing too much blood and his unconscious state was making you panic. He needed help quickly, before it was too late. And there was also Taeyong’s physical state which was driving you insane.

It’ll be too late to save them if they stay like this for any longer.

“I’ll go with you.” You tell him, breaking the conversation between the leader and one of his men. You walk over to him, ignoring the blood splatters on the floor and the eyes of the members burning into you. “But we leave now. All your men in this house, outside the house, the ones watching us from afar. Everyone.”

He stands up, brushing off his pants and walks to stand in front of where you stopped.

“You’re a brave girl Y/N.” He leans in, tilting his head to the side so his lips are right at your ear, “But you don’t get a say in this situation baby, you’ll be coming with me anyway.” He moves back to watch your face fall, searching your eyes for the horror expressions he feed off.

But you’re not scared, not shaking, not doing anything that he was expecting.

“Please.” You beg him desperately, throwing away all the confidence you had before. He watches you, amused at the sudden change of attitude, but it's a nice thing for him. So he accepts your offer. His plan had only been altered slightly so there was nothing bad in it for him.

Originally he had told one of his men to be ready to knock you out and take you, leaving the members of NCT to watch as you were taken from them. But you just made his life easier by willingly going.

“Let’s go.” He commands, waving his hand at his guys to retreat. “We’ll listen to the princess’s demands.” He snatches hold of your wrist, dragging your feet to follow after him as he heads towards the front door. “After all, it’ll be more fun like this.” He laughs, directing his words to Taeyong.

The man guarding the door opens it, letting the leader step through as you trail behind, your eyes glued to the people in the living room.

You take a last look at everyone. The pleading eyes everyone was staring at you with. You knew Taeyong would probably go crazy mad for a few days. But you had faith. Faith that they would be okay now and faith that there would be a way for you to return home. ____

A/N: i really should edit this and I will edit this tomorrow but for now GOODNIGHT. <3

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Don’t Release the Spirits!

William finds out some devastating news that could ruin all his mind-boggling luck. So, in an attempt to keep himself away from the cops, William tries to destroy the evidence he left behind. But...5 ghost children lurk in the pizzeria...and they're never letting him go without a fight...

Disclaimer: The tickling gets intense at certain points, but I tried to make sure he could still breath. Also, there’s some dark, mature subject matter that’s represented in dark jokes within the writing. Just keep that in mind and read it at your own risk.

William drove as fast as he could to the Pizzeria. William had just learned that someone (or something) had taken the bodies of the kids he killed, and stuffed them into the animatronic suits. William, terrified for his luck to run out, was now travelling a good 30 kilometres over the average speed limit, in the middle of the night, to get rid of the bodies that had been stuffed in his suits. William was annoyed, but also filled with adrenaline and fear. What if the police found the bodies before he got there? What if they were exploring the place and gathering evidence right now?! What if they had already done both of those parts, and were now getting everything tested?!

This was horrifying news for William.

He had hidden everything so well! How did he mess that up?! Who even dared to touch a bunch of children's corpses, let alone shove them into suits?! Was the person aware of what he did? Not only that, but he's heading into a public property! are there night guards at the pizzeria? If so, will William have to pretend he's not anxious in front of them? Or, does William have to add another death to his list?! Gosh, murder is risky business...

William parked his car on a somewhat crooked angle and picked up the handle of a pocket knife he had on the passenger seat. Closing the pocket knife and shoving it into his pocket, William hopped out of his car and pushed back on the car door as he sprinted. But, William skidded his shoes on the concrete upon realizing his mistake, and quickly turned around to grab the car door. But, it was too late! The car slammed itself shut with all the force William had given it previously, in his frantic running. Now, the whole neighborhood could hear that someone was at the pizzeria! William growled into his hands as they covered his mouth and turned back around to keep on running.

William reached the door, and attempted to grab the keys out of his pocket. But he could not grab his work keys without jingling them as he messed with them. It sounded like William was trying to ring all of the sleigh bells on Santa's sleigh! The whole world was gonna know about this by the time he got inside! William began spitting out curse words under his breath as he looked for the correct key for the back door of the restaurant. When William finally found the correct key, William attempted to push them into the key hole. But his hands were so shaky from all the adrenaline pumping through his veins! The key wounded up clicking the steel surrounding the key hole a few times, before actually getting into the keyhole. When he DID get it in, William spun it to the right and kept spinning it to the right until it stopped, and opened up the door. William opened up the door with the handle as quick as he could, and pulled on the key to get it out. But the key hole was not letting the key out until it was spun down and facing the direction of the handle! STUPID KEYS!

"aaAAAAUGH! STUPID-" William shouted, giving the brick wall on the right side of the door a quick, anger-filled kick. William immediately yelped in pain and hissed at the feeling of sharp pain piercing his foot from his toes hitting the brick. Filled with pure rage from the pain, William growled like a pissed off dog. "Youknowwhat-!" William whispered to himself before abandoning the key and just sprinting into the door with a slight limp in his run. The last things William would hear of the outside world, was the jingling sound of his work keys just calmly swaying in the back door keyhole.

William ran down the back door hall, and reached the main dining hall in a matter of seconds. Trying to use his familiarity to his advantage in the middle of the rush, William looked around for the stage and pointed at it when he laid his eyes on the curtains. Sprinting up to the stage, William jumped and just about managed to get himself up on the top of the stage without injury. Only, his foot managed to catch on the end of the stage, causing William to fail his landing and smash his knee on the stage wood. But, Willima ignored the painful pulsing in his right knee and kept on going. No amount of pain was stopping THIS man.

William opened the curtains and headed inside the backstage room. William just about melted in exhaustion at the satisfaction of seeing the animatronics right in front of him. But, no time to waste! William ran up to a nearby storage room, and grabbed a nearby blue toolbox filled with animatronic tools, with the name 'Emily' carved into it with something. William opened up the toolbox, and happened to find a glasses kit right on the top of the toolbox. Seeing himself needing it for later, William pulled out the glasses kit, grabbed the super thin screwdriver from the kit, and put it into his pocket with his pocket knife. William has used those screwdrivers to break a lock open, so having one with him is always handy. William rummaged around the toolbox for certain tools, and began placing them down one by one. When he found all the tools he needed, William closed the toolbox and began working at the animatronics one by one.

William started with Freddy first. Turning it on, William opened the middle of the Fazbear suit by pulling on Freddy's bow tie. When the animatronic's middle opened, it revealed the music box, the ticking item in the middle, and the dark-haired corpse in the suit. William carefully removed the music box from the suit, and turned the animatronic off again to fiddle with the middle ticking item in the middle. He didn't want to get electrocuted by the fazbear suit. He's already learned his lessons multiple times long ago. With the swaying item in the middle removed, William removed the child's dead-weighted body and swung it over his shoulder. The body was super heavy. It felt like he was carrying a huge 70-pound weight on his shoulder! So, William plopped the body onto the ground nearby and walked back to the Freddy suit.

With suit #1 done, William placed the electronic items back into the suit and closed it up for good.

Moving onto Bonnie: William turned on the suit so that he could access it. After he opened up the middle of the suit, William turning off the suit and began removing the necessary parts so that he could better access the child without risking electrocution. With the sandy-haired child right in his grasp, William lifted the dead child's body out of the suit and placed the child right beside the first one. As William looked at the kids' bodies, William's adrenaline began to leave him as his facial expression softened a little bit.

The truth was, William liked these kids. Even though he only got to know them for an hour at most, William felt a strong connection to them. It was painful to see them die so suddenly. But, it also would've been painful for him to see the kids living with the traumatizing memory of their kidnapping. They were all very happy, very excited to see the animatronics. And when they saw them up close, William could've cried from how happy and excited they looked. But...the kids were being collected so that he could create a loving, caring family of his own. With kidnapping being an option that would end up making them sad, William had only one way to keep them happy without risking getting caught...

William snapped himself out of his head and moved onto the next animatronic. William repeated the same process with the Chica animatronic. He opened up the animatronic, turned it off, removed certain items and removed the corpses from each animatronic. There were 5 animatronics in the room, discluding Golden Bonnie. William remembered that Henry had locked him away in a room somewhere for repairs. So, there were only 5 animatronics to worry about. With all 5 kids' corpses laying on the ground, William threw each and every dead body into the outdoor recycle bin.

Suddenly, William felt a gust of wind blow into the room. William shivered at the cold wind, and around, feeling for a source. The wind seemed to have come and gone in a matter of seconds, leaving no trace of where it came from or where it had gone. William looked up at the vents. The vents were turned off for the night. Even if they were turned on, the weather was quite cool. So, no air conditioning was necessary in the room. If anything, it was probably an open door nearby. William did just let some air in by throwing the 'garbage' out. William sighed happily at a work well done. He smiled to himself and began putting away Henry's spare toolbox. With everything mostly back to the way they were, William smiled happily and placed his hands on his hips. William began to mentally congratulate himself for his ability to determine the unknown. Now, William would be able to live under a new identity, and experience life as a secret fugitive outside of bars. The name William Afton would be rendered 'Missing' for a long time till they assume him dead, while the name 'Dave Miller' would be settled down till the day he'd grow old and retire.

"You know..."

William's smug smile dropped as he heard a whisper hidden in another gust of wind. William, thinking it was his imagination, ignored the words and began walking towards the curtains. A gust of wind blew by him.

"You know what you did."

William paused his walking and kept his eyes widened as he looked around for a potential explanation to the gusts of wind. As he looked around, William discovered that there were absolutely no windows in the room he was in. The only window that existed, was a permanent window that was attached to the only door in the room. So, there was absolutely no explanation for the gusts of wind he was feeling.

Suddenly, another gust of wind flew at him from behind. But, this gust was strong! Strong enough to push William forward an inch.

"Your fault."

William's breathing began to quicken as he physically shivered at the coldness of it. It felt like a strong, winter wind that could blow a loose hat right off a person's head. It was real, it was strong and it was fierce.

But as fast as it came, it all just stopped. William's shirt stopped swaying in the wind. His hair rested itself back against his neck. All he could hear now, was his own heavy breathing. William's face was visibly white. He hanged his head in fear as he struggled to process what was happening.

A small gust of wind came and went again. Behind him, a translucent, brown-haired figure had appeared. "Your fault."

William lifted his head up and looked up. There was nothing in front of him, but he could feel eyes on him. William muttered the kid's name as he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

Another figure showed up to the left of the first one. This one had sandy hair. "You caused this."

William's eyes widened in pure terror. He quickly turned his head to the second figure with a whimper.

A third figure, with ginger hair and freckled pale skin, appeared on the left side of William. "Murderer."

William gasped and slowly backed up behind him.

A fourth figure, with blonde hair and a pink dress, appeared on the right side of William. "Monster."

William yelped and dove in front of him in fear. William laid on the dusty ground, visibly shaking and covering his face with his arms.

A fifth and final figure appeared right in front of his cowering head. "hypocrite."

William's breathing quickened to rapid speed as he lifted up his head to reveal a black haired, long-haired girl with bangs. William sat himself up and scooted himself back, attempting to get away from the oldest ghost of the group. All 5 of the ghosts flew themselves in front of William, to reveal all of the murdered children he had killed.

William slowly covered up his mouth and his lower nose with his shaky fists.

"Why?" The blonde girl asked.

"Why choose us?" the ginger-haired one asked.

"Why kill us?" The brown-haired boy asked.

"You stole our lives." the black-haired girl told him.

"We trusted you." the boy with sandy hair told him.

"You betrayed our trust." All of them said at the same time with anger in their voice.

William let out a loud cry before taking off running. William ran right through the curtains, and slid himself right off the stage using the side of his hip. William took off running again and sprinted right out of the dining hall and into the hallway he previously walked through. Running as fast as he could down the hallway, William had to slide himself towards the back door he used earlier.

As soon as his speed came to a halt, William turned the handle and pulled. But, it didn't open! William turned the handle and pulled on the door handle again. It didn't open. William tried one more time. He turned the handle down, and yanked on the door handle with all his might.

Suddenly, the steel handle completely broke off the door! William lost his balance and fell onto his back with the handle in his hand still. The inside door handle had completely separated from its joint! William had managed to rip the door handle right out of the door hole.

Realizing this was now a dead end, William dropped the door handle onto the floor and sprinted down the hall again. Seeing only one other door to go into, William ran up to it and tried it. It was locked. With William's choices minimal and unknown time before getting caught, William pulled the jewelry screwdriver out of his pocket and shoved it into the lock.

Out of nowhere, William felt a whole bunch of hands grab onto him at the same time. "NO!" William shrieked! William didn't even get a chance to grab the handle! Before he knew it, William was being dragged away by a pair of invisible hands. "HELP! HELLO?! SOMEONE! STOP THEM!" William shouted as he attempted to grab onto the ghost children's hands. But, he couldn't grab anything! William was being pulled to his demise whether he liked it or not! William continued to protest, hoping and praying that someone, ANYONE, would be able to his his shouts. But William was by himself. All by himself, in the Pizzeria at midnight. This was a horror story coming to life!

When they reached the dining hall again, William was dropped and surrounded by the ghosts of the children he killed.

The blonde-haired girl walked closer to William and grabbed his chin with her translucent hand. "You're right Cassidy. This IS him." the girl said. William threw his head to the side in anger.

"This is the right man." The sandy-haired boy said.

"William Afton: the Man Behind The Slaughter." Cassidy said to him.

"Do you remember our names though?" the ginger kid asked.

William was heavily breathing as he stared at the souls of the children. Was this for real?! Was someone playing a game on him?! Or...was this paranormal stuff a real thing?! William's anxiety only skyrocketed as he considered the last thought.

"TELL US OUR NAME!" The blonde-haired girl shouted at him.

William whimpered and curled his shaky body into the fetal position.

William began to name them off one by one, from left to right. Susie, Jeremy, Cassidy, Fritz, and Gabriel.

"Huh...so you actually had the heart to remember the names of the kids you killed...interesting." Fritz commented angrily.

The brown-haired boy began cracking his knuckles. "I've been waiting a long time for this." Gabriel said to the frightened Afton. "Let's kill him." he declared.

Cassidy stopped Gabriel with her arm. "Wait a second Gabriel. You're not going to be the only one killing him. I want to kill him too. I want him to feel everything that I felt." Cassidy told him.

"I want to see him cry." Susie told her friend.

"Me too." Fritz spoke up.

Cassidy crossed her arms and narrowed his eyes as she thought of what to do with their murderer. Slowly, Cassidy began to smile. Her smile grew more and more wide as a particular idea filled her mind. The black-haired girl tapped the ginger kid on the shoulder and whispered something into their ear. The kid's own lips began to perk up into an evil smirk as they spread it to their fellow friends. When all 5 kids heard the idea, they all agreed and readied themselves around William.

"On 3." The long-haired girl told them all. "1, 2, 3!" She yelled.

Suddenly, All of the kids yelled and dove onto William! William tried to curl into a ball, but ended up being unrolled by them anyway. The ghost children began punching him, kicking him, biting him, scratching him and stomping onto him in pure, vengeful rage. William yelped and shouted in surprise as his body squirmed around on the floor, flapping his hands absolutely everywhere and kicking his feet outwards.

One of the kids grabbed onto his arm and began pulling it out to the side. Another kid had jumped onto his middle and was trying to dig right into William's stomach like a rodent. Two of the ghost kids were kicking the sides of his ribs, while the last child was pulling on William's slip-on shoes. The kids were trying to pull him apart. Tear him into pieces. Mutilate him. Give him an agonizingly painful death. they wanted to make him SUFFER!

And they got exactly what they were searching for! William was curling in and trying but failing to cower away. William was squirming, pulling, shaking his head and destroying his vocal cords with his screaming!

But out of absolutely nowhere...an extra reaction sound began to fill the kids ears. The kids stopped screaming and completely went silent. The only person that was making sounds, was William!

And, It wasn't screaming. It wasn't crying. It wasn't even grunting noises! It was...

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

...laughter?!

The kids jumped right off of him. They were SUPER confused! Upon being released, William fell into a fit of giggles as he clenched his stomach and kicked his feet instinctively.

"...You think this is funny?" Cassidy asked, dumbfounded by the super inappropriate reaction.

William's giggles had slowed even more, but he was still unable to talk without letting out a couple laughs in between. "Nohoho. I dohon't..." William replied. Though, his reply compared to his facial expressions, were completely different. It seemed like William was laughing in their face and lying about it.

Gabriel growled angrily and jumped right back onto William's stomach. "Tell her the truth!" Gabriel yelled before resuming his belly-digging.

William's eyes widened as he let out a yell with a big smile on his face. William immediately started squirming back and forth and laughing hysterically. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GAHAHABRIEHEHEHEHEL STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" William shouted.

"STOP LAUGHING!" Gabriel screamed at him with his arms angrily stretched out behind him. Upon hearing the kid's demand, William covered his mouth with his hand. Gabriel's face was SUPER angry. If William wasn't dealing with uncontrollable circumstances, he would've cowered away from the angry kid! But...he still had some leftover giggles from the phantom's scratches. They weren't even hard scratches at all! Or at least, not to William.

The scratches Gabriel was giving him, were super light and not painful at all! It was like a baby with no teeth, trying to bite down on a person's finger. It just didn't have the same effect! While Gabriel believed he was causing irreversible damage, William was experiencing ticklish reactions from it!

So, William was physically unable to stop the giggles that were leaking through his hand.

"This man is clinically insane." Fritz guessed.

William blinked and frowned at the kid. What did she just say?! Cassidy just frowned angrily at the annoying news.

"What does that mean?" Susie asked.

"It means he does stuff that's seen as wrong to our parents." Fritz explained.

Cassidy softened her facial expression for Susie. "An insane man would be Batman's enemy, The Joker." Cassidy explained.

Susie's eyes widened. The blonde-haired girl whimpered in fear as she hid herself behind Cassidy. That way, she felt safe.

William rubbed his nose. "I am not clinically insane." William told the ginger-haired boy.

Fritz frowned. "You stole and killed 5 kids in cold blood." Fritz replied. William's frown quickly changed into surprise.

William looked to the side, and looked back at Fritz. He began chewing on his lip. "Okay...I will admit, that's not exactly something a normal person would do without a reason..." William muttered. But, he focused himself back on the subject at hand. "But listen: I do not laugh inappropriately. That fit of laughter I had earlier, was 100% appropriate." William told him.

"How?" Cassidy asked. William groaned to himself. Do they seriously not get it?! They are children! CHILDREN! CHILDREN SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THIS!

Gabriel widened his eyes and dropped his jaw in shock. "How is laughing appropriate when I'm trying to KILL YOU?!" Gabriel shouted before resuming his scratching and clawing.

"BAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT DOHOHOHOESN'T HUHUHUHURT THOHOHOHOHOUGH!" William shouted, attempting to grab the kid's hands.

"STOP! STOP! LAUGHING!" the angry boy shouted, ignoring what William said. In a fit of confusion filled with severe amounts of rage, Gabriel began pounding his fists one after the other, into William's lower ribs.

William threw his head back and practically screamed! "EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! ITTICKLEHEHEHES!" William yelled, squeezing his arms against his chest and squirming like there was no tomorrow. Gabriel stopped his angry pounding and softened his facial expression for a moment. What did he say?! Gabriel didn't quite hear it properly through all the laughing. And William was STILL laughing! "OH GOD! OHOHO GAHAHAHAHAD! NAHAHAHAT MYHYHYHY FEEHEHEHEHEHET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William bursted out and began pounding his own fists onto the surrounding floor.

"I WAS WRONG!" someone shouted. Gabriel turned around and widened his eyes at the sight: Fritz was tickling William's foot! And giggling at William as he did it! "Mr. Afton isn't clinically insane, he's ticklish!" Fritz explained.

Just about all the kids' faces lit up as everything finally made sense. "Oooooooh!" All of the kids said at the exact same time. With that aside, Fritz put William's foot down and allowed William to take a breather. Gabriel began to smirk evilly as a brand new idea began formulating in his head. William almost immediately noticed the face change, and began to grow nervous.

"What are you planning?" William asked nervously.

Gabriel's teeth began to crack through the smirk. "Are you ticklish?" Gabriel asked. The brown-haired boy lifted up his hands in front of William and teasily showed off their wiggly fingers. William gulped and felt his lips form into a wobbly smile.

He was doomed. Absolutely doomed.

"Ihihi mehean...You ahalreheheady knohow that questiohon..." William replied.

Susie's head popped up. "Where else are you ticklish?" Susie asked.

"I know your feet are, but are your toes ticklish?" Fritz asked.

"Oh! Are your armpits ticklish?" Jeremy asked.

Cassidy actually giggled at the kids' reactions to it. "What happened to revenge?" Cassidy asked.

"We're still getting revenge. We're just gonna choose something different." Fritz replied.

William was interrupted by the feeling of someone grabbing his ankle. William sat himself up and reached his arm out. "Hey! Put my foot down, right now! I'm warning you Susie!" William threatened. Susie didn't see his warning as very threatening though.

Susie only giggled at his attempts. "I won't tickle you." Susie said. William let out a sigh of relief. But, Susie wasn't finished yet. "But I do know a spider who would LOVE to do the tickling for me!" Susie declared, before crawling her fingers up and down the foot like a crawling spider.

William pulled on the foot as he fell into a puddle of giggles and whined in embarrassment. This was what they decided on? They were going to destroy him with teases and tickles? And he was supposed to endure it?! Um...How about no?! Is that even an option in this scenario? Something told him that no: that was NOT an option.

Susie began climbing her spidery fingers up the foot, while imitating the baby talk her Mom would use on her. "up up up up up the ladder, aaaaand wheeeeeeeeee!" Susie cooed! All 5 fingers came sliding down the foot, all the way to the heel before repeating the home-made nursery rhyme. William loosely covered up his mouth as the teasing only made his laughter escalate.

Cassidy narrowed her eyes and lifted up an eyebrow at Susie's teasing. "Uh...Susie? I think Mr. Afton is a little too old for that." Cassidy commented.

Susie looked up at Cassidy with innocent eyes. "I know. Even my older brother is too old for this. But Mommy and Daddy still do it to him." Susie explained.

Fritz's lips perked up as he walked up to the other foot beside Susie. Fritz looked up at Cassidy, showing off his evil smirk. "Older people are much more embarrassed by the baby talk and nursery rhymes than kids are! Kids find it fun, while adults think it's cringy or just plain embarrassing." Fritz explained.

"You know what word makes my brother go crazy?" Susie asked.

Cassidy's smile grew wider as she realized just how hilarious and embarrassing this could be, for an un-remorseful man. "What is it?" Cassidy asked back, going along with her question.

Susie began wiggling her fingers all over William's foot. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" Susie cooed, lifting her fingers up before planting them back down on his feet and repeating the teasing. "Tiiiickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Mr. Afton!" Susie teased with a smirk.

William shook his head and squirmed around as fits of laughter left his mouth. "GaaaAAAhahahahahaha! Stahahahahap thahahahat!" William begged through his hand.

Susie gasped excitedly. "It's working! Coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coo! A coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coo!" Susie teased, tickling his feet for a few seconds before lifting the up and repeating the tickling.

"Nohoho-nonononohohohohoho! Thihihis ihihihis sohohoho mehehehehehean!" William reacted uncomfortably. One of the first things Cassidy could notice, was William's face. His face was glowing a slight pink color! It WAS working!

"Wanna know what my mommy taught me?" Fritz asked Cassidy and Susie. Cassidy nodded and rested her hand on her hip. Susie paused her tickling and gave William a short break. "Normally it's supposed to be on the arm, but I can do it here." Fritz told them.

Fritz started drawing circles right around the heel. "Round and round the garden like a teddy bear," Fritz sang with a rhythm.

William's giggles started up again as he attempted to pull his foot away. But the kid had a really good grip on his foot! Well, for a ghost.

"Hey I know that one!" Jeremy declared. "One step, two step," Fritz and Jeremy both said at once as Fritz walked her index and middle finger up his foot.

"Dohohon't gohoho ahahany fahahahartheheher!" William warned.

Fritz gasped and placed his hands on his hips. "You interrupted my rhyme!" Fritz yelled.

William lightly giggled back at him. "Ihihi'm tohohoo tihicklihish thehehere..." William complained.

"Too ticklish where?" Jeremy asked. "Here?" Jeremy specified, scratching under the toes for a second or two.

"NohoHOHOHO!" William yelled. He sat up and reached out his hand with a big, wobbly smile on his face. "DOHOHON'T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!" William warned through his newfound laughter.

Fritz narrowed his eyes as he allowed his mischievous nature to take over his mind. "Do what?" Fritz asked, removing his fingers from his toes.

William whined. Seriously?! He was going to be like THAT?! "Yohou know what I mehean..." William replied.

Fritz smirked and giggled at him as he tickled under the toes again. "No, I'm not sure what you mean." Fritz teased.

William threw his head back and retreated his hand helplessly. "WAHAHAIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William yelled, laying his back down onto the floor.

"Wait what?" Fritz asked.

"STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" William yelled.

"Stop? Stop what? You gotta specify!" Fritz teased.

William growled through his laughter. This was SO unfair! SO UNFAIR!

"YOHOHOHOU'RE BEHEHEHEIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEAN!" William yelled back at him.

Fritz dropped his jaw. "You think that I'M being mean? What about you?! You're the one who's shouting at me! I'm pretty sure yelling is much more rude than anything I could be doing!" Fritz shot back.

Fritz, unable to get his finger in between the toes properly, began pulling back the toes so he could get better access. William tightened his fists and squirmed back and forth frantically as he slowly lost his mind! "ohoHOHOHO GAAAHAHAHA- YOHOHOU BAHAHAHAHASTAHAHARD!" William yelled at him, forgetting just how young some of these kids really were.

Fritz gasped and dramatically placed a hand onto his chest. Fritz changed his young kid voice into a low imitation of his father's voice. "How DARE you swear at ME, young man! Young, cursing boys like you should be PUNISHED! With TICKLES!" Fritz mocked before wiggling his fingers under the toes again.

"Wahahait, whahaha- JEHEHESUHUHUHUHUS! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" William shrieked!

"Yes, yes, yes! Only naughty boys get THIS much tickles! You must've been an EVIL one!" Fritz teased in his 'father' voice.

Cassidy giggled at the silly, imaginative voice Fritz was using. "I think you need to apologize, Mr. Afton." Cassidy hinted with her arms crossed.

"IHIHI'LL APOHOHOLEGIHIHIZE WHEHEN HEHEHE STAHAHAPS TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHING MEHE!" William yelled back at her.

"Tickling? I am not tickling you. I'm giving you a foot massage." Fritz lied with a smirk.

"NOHOHO YOHOHOU'RE NOHOHOT!" William shouted back at him.

"You don't have to yell. I'm right here. I think someone needs to get their ears checked." Fritz teased.

Jeremy, Cassidy and Susie laughed at that last statement. "Are you calling him old?" Cassidy asked.

"Well...mmmmaybe I am! How old are you?" Fritz asked before retreating his fingers.

William took advantage of the break and took in as much breath as he could. Thank goodness! William was beginning to go insane from all the laughter.

"Ihihi'm nohot telling yohou my ahahage..." William warned him.

"Okay. Let's guess. 18?" Fritz asked.

William lifted an eyebrow. "Doho I look 18 to you?" William asked.

"I don't know." Fritz replied.

"Are you in your 40's? My Mommy is!" Jeremy asked.

40's?! Seriously?! "No!" William replied with a frown.

"107?" Susie asked.

William rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto the ground. "107 year olds are wrinkly, have grey hair and can barely move." William told him.

Cassidy frowned, but looked over at Fritz. "I think he's between age 30 and age 40." Cassidy told him.

"That'd be the most accurate." William replied with a smirk. Cassidy returned the smirk as she walked up to William's waist. She placed her hand onto William's hip. "Gabriel. Go for a spot of your choice." Cassidy encouraged.

"Sweet!" Gabriel replied.

"Wait, WHAT?! I thought we were done!" William reacted.

Cassidy shook her head. "Done, you say?" Cassidy asked.

William's face quickly morphed into fear and nervousness. "...Right?" William asked with no confidence in his voice.

Cassidy let out a deep, terrifying giggle. "That was only a warm up for the real fun..." Cassidy said with a glint of evil mischief in her eyes.

William widened his eyes and let in a quick gasp as he felt squeezing against the dip of his hip.

"Cahahassidy, Plehehease dohohon't..." William warned with a wobbly smile on his face and fear in his eyes.

Cassidy smirked as she remembered Fritz's statement. She leaned in and looked William in the eyes with pure confidence. "Only naughty boys get tickles. And you sir, are most certainly monstrous." Cassidy stated before squeezing his hip with her hand.

William threw his head back and shrieked! "NO! BAAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONONOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" William yelled.

"Wow! I think you may be ticklish just about everywhere!" Cassidy commented and stopped her hand.

Even though her hand wasn't squeezing anymore, it was still sitting on William's hip. "Yohohohour hahand ihihihis stihihill ohohohon myhy hihihihip." William complained.

Cassidy smirked. "I know." She replied. "All the more to make you embarrassed." Cassidy teased evilly.

Gabriel began laughing excitedly and rubbing his hands together before digging all 10 of his fingers into his lower ribs.

"OOOhohohoho geehehehehehez..." William giggled with his hands tightened against his upper chest.

Hey! You know what this reminds me of?" Gabriel asked, not even waiting for an answer and just continuing. "A piano!" Gabriel declared. William's eyes widened as his wobbly smile grew wider.

Suddenly, Gabriel began playing William's lower ribs like a keyboard! With the left hand, Gabriel would play the bottom chords and with the right hand, Gabriel would play the song melodies!

William squealed helplessly and bursted into cackles. In an attempt to stop him, William reached out multiple times and tried to push him off. But, the horrifying thought of ghosts tickling him, was this: his hands would fly right through the ghosts! He couldn't touch them! And to make matters worse, ghosts don't have nerves! So he couldn't even get them back. William had to squirm, cackle, and protest his way through all of it!

"Gabriel! Can you play Dancing Queen?" Susie asked.

"Yeah! I love that song!" Cassidy reacted.

"Sure!" Gabriel replied.

Gabriel immediately started with the piano riff, and started pretending to play the piano chords. William's cackles only continued, and fell into normal laughter sometimes.

Cassidy and the rest of the kids started singing the lyrics acapella, while Gabriel 'played the piano'!

🎶You can daaance, you can ji-hive! Having the time of your liiiiiife, oooooh see that giiirl! Watch that sceene, digging the dancing queeeeeen!🎶

"Sing it Susie!" Gabriel encouraged. Susie fist pumped the air, and began singing.

🎶Friday night and the lights are loooooow, looking out for a place to goooooo...where they play the right music, getting in the swing, you come in to look for a kiiiing...🎶 Susie sang. If it weren't for William's inability to do much other than laugh and giggle, William would've told Susie she had a really good singing voice!

Next, was Cassidy!

🎶Anybody could be thaaat guuuuuuy, Night is is young and the musics, hiiiiiiiiiiigh...With a bit of rock music, everything is fine, you're in the mood for a daaaance...🎶 Cassidy sang. Gosh, even her singing was good!

🎶And when you get the chaaaaance-" Gabriel sang.

Everyone else joined him together for the Chorus. 🎶You are the dancing queeeeen! Young and sweeeet, ooonly seventeeeeeeen!🎶 They all sang.

Gabriel played the 3 chords on his ribs as well, making the sounds as he did so! William just threw his head back and began laughing more high-pitched!

🎶Dancing queeeeen, feel the beat from the tambouriiiiine, oooh yeeeeaaaaaah!🎶 They all sang again. William was not going to admit it, but he was actually having some fun with this! Especially with the singing aspect!

🎶Yooou can daaaaance,🎶

They clapped together!

🎶Yooou can jiii-hive! Having the time of our liiiife!🎶 They sang!

Suddenly, everything stopped. All the kids stopped singing. Gabriel stopped his piano-playing, and William could finally take a bloody break. "What was that sound?" Jeremy asked.

Gabriel was wide-eyed, smiling widely, and staring at the purple guy. William was trying to cover up his blush with his hand. But, his blush was now a deep scarlet color! And, it was covering his cheeks and ears, as well as the top of his neck! It was impossible to hide such a blush. Gabriel clutched his stomach and just bursted out laughing. Gabriel's upper body curled over in front, and he hung his head as he laughed and giggled at the silly sound William had made!

"MIHIHISTEHER AHAHAFTOHON SNOHOHORTED LIHIKE AHA PIHIHIHIHIG!" Gabriel yelled through his laughter. It didn't take long for the other four kids to join the boy in laughing at the snort the man made.

William was MORTIFIED! He was getting to a point where he couldn't properly breath through the laughing! So, in an attempt to instinctively get some air into his lungs, William's brain had caused him to snort! William growled in severe embarrassment and covered his entire face with his hands. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life! It was bad enough snorting in front of an adult. But in front of children?! He was guaranteed to get never-ending laughs and teases!

"I wanna hear it again!" Gabriel declared suddenly. The brown-haired boy laid himself across William's chest, and attempted to shove his hands inside William's armpits!

"NOPE! Nuh uh! Not happening." William warned, attempting to get control of the situation.

But, Jeremy had walked himself up to William and grabbed one of his arms! "Here." Jeremy said, laying his arm to the side and laying himself on top of it.

"Jeremy! Get off! Gabriel, don't even thinkabouti-hihiHIHIHIHIT! GAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William yelled before falling into an endless fit of cackles. Both of Gabriel's hands went into William's armpits and began tickling absolutely every tiny centimetre on William's armpit. William looked away from the ticklish spot and shut his eyes as he laughed. The poor man couldn't move his arm down, or even bend his elbow! Jeremy was laying right on William's elbow, preventing William from moving the upper arm whatsoever. Knowing that he couldn't do anything to cover up his exposed armpit, was making him go INSANE!

And as if it couldn't get much worse, Cassidy had started squeezing his hip with her hand in an unpredictable rhythm!

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William laughed continuously.

After another minute of hip-squeezing, Cassidy removed her hand and sat beside Gabriel. "Let's give him a break." Cassidy suggested.

"Okay." Gabriel replied with a smiled as he removed his hands from William's right armpit. William was given a good 5 minutes, to breath and re-cooperate himself.

"And Jeremy? Come here." Cassidy asked. Jeremy got himself off William's arm and sat down beside her. "Do you remember that little game you told me about?" Cassidy asked.

"What game?" Jeremy asked.

"The game you used to play with your little brother. The story about the bumble bee." Cassidy reminded him. Jeremy gasped and looked up with a wide smile on his face. It looked like he immediately remembered! "I think, you should sing it to Mr. Afton." Cassidy suggested.

Jeremy closed his mouth and nodded his head. "Okay!" Jeremy replied and turned to face William.

🎶There once was a little bee, who needed a place to sleep!🎶 Jeremy sang. He lifted up his curled finger and wiggled it around. 🎶But he flew himself a-way too far, and needed to find some cover.🎶 Jeremy explained. Jeremy began moving the bee around, pretending to look for spots to sleep. 🎶He plopped himself right here,🎶 Jeremy shoved his finger underneath his toes for a moment. William squealed and lightly laughed in reaction. 🎶He nuzzled into here,🎶 Jeremy moved his finger under the shirt and wiggled it into William's belly button. William covered his mouth with his hand as gentle giggles spilled out. 🎶And alas he found the perfect spot:🎶 Jeremy sang.

He paused for a moment, before speeding his finger right at William! 🎶Right in your ARMPIT!🎶 Jeremy declared! The finger dug itself right where he said it would, and began wiggling and nuzzling itself in there.

"BAHAHA! Hehehehey! Cohohohome ohohohon! Nahahahat thehehehehere!" William giggled, tightening the space in between his upper arm and his shoulder.

"But Mr. Afton! It's the perfect spot! Don't you want the bumble bee to be safe?" Jeremy asked, trying to wiggle his finger deeper into the armpit.

"Yehehehes! Buhuhuhut nahahahahat ihihin thehehehere!" William argued over nursery rhyme logic.

"Okay. Whaaaat abooouuut...Here?" Jeremy asked before shoving his wiggly finger into William's other armpit.

"NOHohohoho! Nahahahahat thehehehere eheheitheheheher!" William replied through his giggles.

"Awww, come on! Be reasonable! It's either this armpit," Jeremy shoved his wiggly finger into William's left armpit. "Or that armpit." Jeremy removed his finger and dug it into the right armpit.

William's feet began to kick as he struggled to choose between the spots. Both of them were quite ticklish! "Ihihihihi dohohohon't knohohohohow!" William replied.

Jeremy sighed with a tiny smile on his lips. "Well, since you couldn't choose a spot, I'm gonna have to tickle both!" Jeremy declared, before shoving both wiggly index fingers into William's armpits.

William threw his head back and rocked himself back and forth a few times. Seriously?! There was a punishment for not choosing?! That is SO unfair! Now William is being forced to deal with 2 ticklish armpits at the same time!

"JEHEHEREMYHYHYHYHYHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" William yelled through his laughter.

"I think someone's being a little over dramatic." Cassidy commented.

"You think THIS is bad? Just wait till I add more!" Jeremy declared! Immediately after, Jeremy tried to add a few more fingers. But, William was not letting him. "So, you're gonna play this the hard way? Hey Susie! Fritz! Can you each hold his arms out?" Jeremy asked.

"Sure!" Fritz replied.

"As long as I get to tickle him too!" Susie replied, walking up. Susie and Fritz happily grabbed onto his wrist and his upper arm, and pulled them upwards to open up the armpits. With more room, Jeremy shoved 4 fingers in one armpit each.

William shrieked and began pulling as hard as he could against the new restraints. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYHYHYHY!" William pleaded and shouted.

Jeremy retreated his fingers and looked at him, puzzled. "Why are you saying sorry?" Jeremy asked.

William took a moment to breath and get his breath back. When he was capable of somewhat speaking, William began to answer. "Ihihi thohought...yohou wehehere tihihicklihihing mehe for rehehevehenge. Ihi wahahas tryhyhying toho rehehepehent to stohop thehehe tihihicklihihihing." William explained to the kids.

"I'm not tickling you for revenge." Jeremy told him. William opened his eyes a little more and tilted his head to the side, confused. "I'm tickling you because it's funny!" Jeremy replied.

"I was tickling you because it embarrasses you." Gabriel replied.

"I like tickling you because your laugh is silly. The piggy snort just made it even better!" Susie replied.

"I don't think tickling should be used as a torture method. But, I do think that teasing adults with baby talk and nursery rhymes can embarrass someone to the point of torture." Fritz replied.

"I'll be honest: Hearing you laugh and seeing you blush like that, actually convinces me you're at least a little human." Cassidy admitted.

William's facial expression softened.

Fritz let go of William's arm, turned himself around and laid his body onto his chest. "I don't know why you did what you did, but: murderers do have something in common: they all started out dealing with the most pain." Fritz replied. William, not sure what to think of a 9 year old telling this, wrapped an arm around the ginger.

Cassidy's eyes widened. "You looked up serial killers?!" Cassidy asked in shock.

Fritz nodded his head. "My older sister told me about them. She told me that people are never born that way." Fritz told him.

Gabriel looked over at William. "He's right. Serial killers are the most broken humans out of all of us." Gabriel stated.

William could feel emotional pain in his chest, followed by an intense need to cry. William's eyes welled up with tears almost immediately after hearing the boys' statements.

Even Cassidy felt a little saddened. "Why did you kill us?" Cassidy asked.

William shut his eyes and sobbed to himself as the tears rolled down his face. Slowly, William began to whisper. "..I...I just...wanted a f-family." he replied quietly.

Cassidy looked at him. "That's it?" She asked.

William's tough composure had completely shattered by then. His emotional face could perfectly explain all the pain he's experienced, and his body had began letting out loud, pain-stricken sobs. William rested his forehead against his arms as he continued to sob and cry.

Fritz used his ghost abilities to move through William's arms to hug him. William's sobs paused for a moment as he felt Fritz wrapping his arms around him. Soon, Susie had wrapped her arms around William to give him a side hug. Susie was followed by Jeremy, who had flown himself up on William's back to hug him from behind. Fritz hugged William around the shoulders, and Cassidy joined Jeremy in hugging him front behind. William's sobs began to subside a little, as he felt hugged and...loved for once. Truly, unconditionally loved. Though it wasn't by everyone, William felt the most love out of Susie, Gabriel, Fritz and Jeremy. That made him feel a little better about things. Even though it would take a bit for Cassidy to get some better understanding about things, it still made him feel nice knowing she tried to empathize with him.

In the end, William ended up staying in the Pizzeria all night. When asked why he was there, William didn't answer. He didn't want to answer. Everything he was feeling, was bittersweet.

So the next night, William walked into the storage room with the Golden Bonnie suit, and put it on one last time. Knowing he's gonna be in pain, mentally killed him. But knowing that the pain was going to nothing compared to his life with the children he befriended, sounded like a worthy reason to sacrifice his life. William allowed himself to laugh within the suit until the spring-locks killed him. But, William didn't make a sound. He moved around a bit out of instinct, but he didn't scream in pain. He just smiled to himself as one last tear fell down his face.

Soon, the suit's holes allowed William to seep his soul out of the suit. William's soul flew out of room's door, and into the back stage. Upon seeing William's translucent body, the ghost kids smiled and gave him a big group hug. Even Cassidy eventually joined the group hug! Though heaven could've allowed him to see his kids again, William managed to find peace in his new, unconditional family. A place where he could feel loved, cared for, and free to be himself.

#ticklefic #child death implied #fnaf #ghost children #lee!william #ler!gabriel #ler!cassidy #ler!fritz #ler!susie #ler!jeremy #fluff with hurt/comfort

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Survey #329

“i keep it all inside because i know that man is everything but kind”

What is the best thing about your life right now? Uhhhhh... I guess from a realistic standpoint, my partial hospitalization program. I'm learning very important coping skills and have some social interaction almost every day. How was your second serious relationship different from your first? Did you approach relationships differently with some experience under your belt? My first serious relationship was made deeper than what was safe because I was 100% obsessed with him; meanwhile, with Sara, I feel I loved her in a wiser way and with a sense of self still present. I was definitely more hesitant to "let" myself fall in love again, though, and was very insecure at the start. Whose death affected you the most? My dog's, Teddy. What was the best time you’ve had with a complete stranger? I don't exactly make a habit of hanging out with complete strangers... Who has seen you at your absolute worst? How did your relationship change afterwards? Mom, Jason, Girt, and Colleen, probably. Girt showed up at the ER after my overdose (I was a dramatic fuck and wrote a suicide note on Facebook so I didn't just... go without telling some people things I definitely wanted to), and that's when my crush on him really kicked into gear again. He was and is just always there for me through everything. For Jason, I am quiiiiiiiite sure seeing me have an absolute catatonic breakdown the night of the breakup just pushed him away more. I probably looked crazy. Colleen also showed up at the ER after my suicide attempt, and it brought us closer. Then there's Mom, who's, you know, my mom, and my darkest times have always grown our incredible bond, too, because she would never fail to be there for me. What’s your favorite planet? Saturn is dope. What’s your favorite pasta dish? Just spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatballs. What color do you really want to dye your hair? My top three are pastel pink, light/creamsicle orange, and silver, but there are more. What’s your favorite eye color? Sapphire blue or emerald green. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? Um, I don't break into places. What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Sara gets super squeaky, bouncy, and just in general wordlessly excited at reptile shows. Going with her to one is one of my favorite memories, mostly just by watching her. Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Have I ever been (awake) with friends past 3AM...? Idk. Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it! Not a coffee gal. Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Sara. (: When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Now THERE'S a fuckin question. I don't have the slightest idea. What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today? Thunderstorms; definitely not. Have you ever been to a Pride festival? No, but I'd love to. How open are you with your parents? I don't tell everything to my dad (though I know I could), but I'm an open book with Mom. Is there anything you’re more open about on the internet (such as on LiveJournal) than you would be in “real life”? I guess my sexual history. I'm just in general pretty open online. What is the most petty thing you’ve ever done? Oh, I'm CERTAIN it involves Jason after the breakup, but I don't know the "most"... What is the longest you’d be willing to wait to have sex in a new relationship? I myself don't want to until we're clearly serious and long-term by that point, and I know for a fact they're in love with me like I am them. I don't care how long they want to wait, though. I said in a previous survey that sex just... isn't that important to me. It's not my most cherished form of intimacy. Who has had the most positive effect on your life? My mama. Are there any relatives that you are not on speaking terms with? What happened? Most of the family doesn't talk to my aunt's literally psychotic, manipulative fuck of an ex-husband. I don't feel like it's my business to share exactly what happened, but yeah, fuck him with a chainsaw. :^) Who was the last person to ask you to hang out? Did you agree to hang out with them? It was more like an open invitation to all of her friends, but I guess you could say Summer. I did. I honestly wanna hang out again. Have you ever had to take a stool or urine test? Why did you have to do this? Urine ones, yes: to 1.) test for UTIs and 2.) ensure I wasn't pregnant before surgery. Is there a food that you eat basically every day? What food is that? Not every day, no. Can you remember the first video game you ever played? What about your first video gaming system? I don't. It was probably something with few controls, like this Barbie horse riding game my sisters and I loved, or an Elmo game that we had on a demo disc. I think you had to follow a path on a pogo stick picking up letters? We had a PS1 when I was born, so that was my first. The last video game you played - did you play alone or with someone else? By "video," I'm going to assume you're not including the computer, in which case I think it was The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon, which I was playing alone. It does have a two-player option though that I wanna do one day. The controls are definitely meant for two people. If there is a disc in your computer, what disc is it? There is no disc. Do you shut down your computer every time after you use it, or do you leave it on? I always leave it on... Do you know anyone who has ever been in a movie? Who and what movie were they in? What was their part? Hm, I don't believe so. Describe the last shirt you saw that you really liked. Where did you see it? It was definitely some sort of graphic tee on Facebook, I'm sure. It was something with an opossum design and a short phrase. When was the last time you brought a pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? The most recent vet visit was when we got Roman neutered. Do you have any bug bites on you right now? If so, where? No. When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? When I DID fish, yeah. Not because I was afraid to touch the fish, but because I was afraid of nicking myself with the inevitably dirty hook. Did you go to daycare when you were little? Only very briefly; my incredible separation anxiety from my mom made it extremely difficult. She very quickly chose our neighbors as my and my sisters' babysitters. I could handle that because I loved "Uncle Donny," the granddad of the family, and I could see my house from their front door. He was/is (idk if he's still alive) a wonderful man. Do you know what you’d have been named had you been born the opposite sex? No. Would you ever visit a nude beach? NOOOOOOOO THANK YOU. Who was the last person you dreamt about? I don't remember. Where is your favorite place to be kissed other than the usual place? Don't touch my neck if you don't have free time lmaooo. What is your favorite memory with one of your grandparents? I'm going to be completely honest: I have none that are exceptionally important to me. I only knew one grandmother most of my life, and we had a turbulent relationship. Would you date someone who has cheated in their previous relationships? Naaaaah son. What was the most drastic change you made to your appearance? Chopping 8+ inches of hair off. Is there anything you hope your significant other/future significant other never finds out about you? No. I don't want to keep secrets from them above all others. What are most of your Facebook posts about? If you're talking things I actually compose myself and not share, probably pictures of my pets, haha. Or small statements regarding political issues or mental health. What’s your favorite part of the song that you’re listening to? The beat. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with? Probably my mom, idk. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be? Pretty hot. In the past year, have you lost weight or gained weight? How much? Gained... and I'd rather not share. What year was the last car you rode in/drove? I have zero clue, but it's old. What’s your worst/funniest experience with one of your neighbors? The neighbors at my childhood home had two wonderful rottweilers, but one day they got loose and killed at least one of our kittens. It died in my hands. Mom was fucking livid and sobbing. Besides this occasion though, we got along with them. How much alone time is too much for you before you start going crazy and want to be around people? It depends on the day, really, and how entertained I am in my alone time. Generally, one day of total isolation (from people, anyway) is enough for me to want my mom's company at least or to be texting Sara. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? A pizza roll burned my tongue just a tad. Honestly, are you shallow? Not at all. Besides clothes, shoes, and accessories, what’s your favorite thing to shop for? S N A K E S ! ! ! I could LIVE on the Morph Market website and "window shop." I love planning out the next morph I'm most interested in adopting. If you have/had any facial piercings, what side are they on? Any reason you chose that side? If you don’t have any, if you had to get a facial piercing what would it be and what side would it be on? I have a vertical labret on my lower lip that goes directly down the center of my face. I chose it because I love the symmetry. I've had my right nostril pierced twice, just because I preferred that side for whatever reason. What, would you say, is your sexiest/most provocative article of clothing? I don't own anything like that. I have zero interest in showing off my body. Do/did you have attendance problems in school? I was notoriously tardy for the first class of the day a lot because I was an absolute beast to drag out of bed all the way up to college. Does/did your parents ever go through your computer or cell phone? Mom did. What song reminds you the most of a particular day in your life? Why is that? "Where the Wild Wolves Have Gone" by Powerwolf is a strong one. I played it again and again the day Teddy was put down, even before we went to go euthanize him. It was my inspiration to one day spread his ashes at Yellowstone in wolf territory. As much as I'd love to keep his ashes forever, like, what happens after I die? And my sisters? Eventually, that container will lose meaning and probably be discarded, so I want to return him to nature. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? No close ones. Who, in your opinion, is the best thriller writer? Idk. Does your Mom eat meat? Yeah. Do you prefer thick or thin crusted pizza? THICK. Thin crust is an utter disappointment. Do you have any friends with the same name as you? No. Who has the prettiest middle name you know? Ha, I mention Alon a lot when it comes to beauty... I can't remember what it is, but I do know hers wins. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? No. It makes me go to bed earlier. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? No. Are there any shows that your friends seem to be obsessed with, but that you just don’t get? Oh, loads. How old was the last child that you spoke to? She's six. What’s a song that makes you feel happy? "Pretty Woman" by Van Halen, for one. How far in advance do you prefer to plan? It depends, but generally kinda far. Do you always smile for pictures? With other people, yes. Some selfies, no, but usually. What are you most excited about right now? my MOTHERFUCKIN tattoo appointment in MAY!!!!!!!!!!! Do you prefer the aisle, middle, or window seat on a plane? Window seat, zero doubts. Where would you like to volunteer? I wanna help at an animal rehab. What was the last thing you ate? A strawberry and grain granola bar thing. How do you find new music? Usually YouTube recommendations. What’s your favorite city? I don't have one. What makes your bedroom special to you and what is your favorite part about it? It's a total nests of my various interests. My favorite part is my meerkat collection. Have you ever had a crush on someone “too young” for you? No. Do you shave your legs more than once a week? God no. I haven't shaved my legs since October lmao. Would you get married if you could right now? Definitely not right now. I don't have a job or my own place. What is your favorite type of jewelry (i.e. bracelets, necklaces, etc.)? Chokers. Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to? No. I was wholeheartedly in love with him. What was the shittiest hotel you’ve ever stayed at and why? I've never stayed in a bad one, to my recollection. Have you ever gone on a boat and been sick the whole time? No. Have you ever kept something from the wild as a pet? A turtle for a little while, yes. Don't do that. Ever win first place for something? Yeah, a few things. What was the last thing you fell off of? Idk. Do you have a favorite local band? Who are they? No. What’s the most confusing book you ever read? The style in which Johnny Got His Gun is written is very confusing, but you adapt to understand it. Jumping back and forth from the past to the present can give ya some metaphorical whiplash. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No. Has anyone ever called your personality dull? Do you agree with them? No. Have you ever personally witnessed a drug deal before? Possibly. Ever have an ultrasound performed on you? What was it for? Yes, for my liver. I can't remember what they were checking for, but I was fine. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Colleen's house, yes. Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? Nope; got no interest. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah, not for me. Do you enjoy being outdoors? Only if it's cool out, in which case yeah. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? Not anymore. I just think about the terrified animals (wild and pets alike) and traumatized veterans. Do you enjoy tanning? Not at all. Which of the seven deadly sins do you commit the most? Sloth. Did you have a Furby when you were younger? Yeah. Creepy fuckers. How long was your first relationship? I actually don't remember how long Aaron and I were together... other than it was just a few months. Who was the first person to break your heart? My dad, generally speaking. Romantically, Jason. What’s the biggest lie you’ve told someone? I don’t know. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Yeah. What did the last key you used go to? The car's trunk. Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? I honestly do wish I remembered my "first time" because that's a pretty big deal to me. What’s your biggest priority right now? My mental health. If you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? I've done that numerous times, and given there was nothing good on the TV ever, I just slept time away or read. Since every time I was suicidal, there were very, very few things you were allowed to have. Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? EW no. Are your hands unsteady? Yes; I have what's called an essential tremor in both. Are your legs long or short? They're proportional to my body. Is there a bookshelf in your room? No. Do you own a robe? What color is it? No. Who’s the last person you smoked weed with? I've never done it. Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you? No. Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? Yeah, my sisters in the past. Is there anything you need to talk about with someone? No. Who was the last person who cried around you? My mom. Who’s the last guy to give you roses? Tyler. What band was on the last band t-shirt you wore? Korn. What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? Maybe snakebites. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? Nah. I only ever really did once or twice when I had snake eyes. Honestly, have you ever purchased something, worn it, and then returned it? Possibly? If you could have your own house anywhere in the world, where would it be? In the mountains in a nicely wooded area with a waterfall close by. It'd be nice to have a small stream or pond too to sit or swim in. If you could create a holiday - what would it be? I wish the legalization of gay marriage in America was a legitimate holiday. Are you shy about singing in front of people? OHHHHH YES. Do you own a robe? Do you sleep with a sleep mask? No.

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years ago

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“Will you please call me Roger?” - Roger x (fem) Reader (smut)

Here it is, girls. Here’s your single dad Roger story.

18+ only for God’s sake.

Language. Smut. (Because I can’t seem to write without either.) Age gap. And you know what else? Even a little bit of fluff. I’m combining everything that was requested into one story.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids. (For argument’s sake, Reader is 18, so she’s legal – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

You’re nervous as hell as you walk up to the front door.

It was late June when he called you the first time. You were anticipating it, but it still caught you off guard when he actually called. The Bradford’s – they lived next door to him – had recommended you to watch the kids and asked if it was okay to give him your number. You didn’t mind at all. It was extra money, and, let’s be real. The money these rich people paid? Better than if you actually got a real job.

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/N? This is Roger. Roger Taylor. I’m neighbors with Anne and Peter Bradford,” he said when you answered the phone. His voice soothing with a slight raspiness. You knew who he was, of course.

“This is Y/N,” you replied, trying not to shriek like a stupid fan girl.

“Oh, good,” he said. “You came highly recommended and I was hoping you were free tomorrow night. I have two girls – they’re harmless, really,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe around, say, 7 until… I’m not really sure how long.”

Of course, you agreed. No way were you going to turn it down. And now here you are, standing at the front door, the fourth time babysitting for Mr. Taylor’s girls, trying to calm your nerves with deep breathing. You ring the doorbell, and a few seconds later you hear a loud thump inside, deep toned monster roars and giggly shrieking noises. You try not to giggle, but you can’t help it. Suddenly, the door opens wide and before you is standing the cause of your nerves.

Roger Taylor. And he looks fucking hot standing there in his buttoned up shirt and tie, his hair perfectly sculpted to emphasize his facial features, and those eyes and toothy smile. The little girl perched happily on his back just completes your internal meltdown.

“Hey Y/N,” he laughs, his excitement still leftover from the playtime. The little girl shimmies down his back and drops to the floor, runs up to you and taps you on your leg.

You squat down and hold out your arms for a hug. “Hey, Liv” She quickly hugs you, giggles and runs back inside. You stand back up. “I’m sorry I’m early, Mr. Taylor. I hope that’s alright.”

“Of course it is,” he says as he closes the door. “Come, sit,” he tells you, placing his hand on your back and guiding you into the living room. “And will you please call me Roger.”

“So…” You look around, taking in your surroundings. “Dinner? Dos and don’ts?” you ask.

He shakes his head like he’s trying to clear himself of a thought. “Yes, well, they’ve already had their dinner. And you know the routine by now.” His words are interrupted by another little girl running in the room with Olivia. “Ah, there she is. This is…”

“Call me Birdie,” she says.

“Birdie?” you ask, making sure you heard correctly. You look at Roger and he chuffs as he shakes his head. You turn back and smile at her, holding out your hand. “Birdie. That’s a lovely name.” She quickly shakes your hand, giggles and runs out of the room.

You look at Roger and he finishes laying out the rules. “Ok, so the new rule is to call Audrey ‘Birdie’ or she won’t acknowledge you,” he laughs before he sighs. “I guess I should go.” His less-than-enthusiastic tone lets you know he’s not excited about this evening.

“Something tells me you’re not looking forward to this evening,” you say, giggling. You feel like you’ve been giggling since the second you rang the doorbell, but you can’t stop yourself.

He groans. “It’s going to be so boring. I’d rather be here.” He gives you a grin and you swear to God his eyes are twinkling.

“It’ll be just as fun here as there. Bedtime’s in a couple of hours, then it’s just me and my trusty biology textbook,” you say with an roll of the eyes and self-depreciated smile.

“Doesn’t sound so bad.” His voice soft and low sends a shiver down your spine and your cheeks start to flush with every second he looks at you. He clears his throat and stands up. “Right, I’m going tell the girls goodbye and I’m off.”

He rushes up the stairs, and you walk into the foyer. When he comes back down, you greet him at the bottom of the stairs. “Have fun, Mr. Taylor,” you smile.

He moves a little closer, his blue eyes piercing into yours. His hand comes up and he slowly brushes his thumb over the top of your cheek, causing your breathing to stall in your chest. "You had an eyelash, he says quietly with a smirk. “And I said to call me Roger.”

Liv and ‘Birdie’ are great kids. Since he and their mom went their separate ways, he keeps them as much as possible when he’s not out on tour, always making up for the time he doesn’t get to spend with them. And he’s a great dad. Spoils them a bit much, but he loves it. After three fun-filled hours of playing dress up with the girls – they love when you do their hair and makeup – it was time to get them ready for bed. “Remember, girls, don’t tell daddy I let you stay up late,” you whisper after tucking them in. They giggle and put their fingers over their mouths like they were keeping a secret and you smiled and walked out. Not that it was a secret – he knows you let them stay up later than they should – but they don’t need to know that.

You tidy up the den and kitchen before settling yourself on the couch, turning the TV on and start studying. You get quite bored rather quickly, so you decide to spend some time channel surfing and reading some magazines that were on the coffee table, checking on the girls every once in awhile. You ended up falling asleep at some point, because you’re startled awake when you hear the front door open.

You sit up and a magazine fell off your lap just as Mr. Taylor walks in the room, smiling at you. "Did I wake you up?" he asks.

"Yeah," you answer, laughing. "I didn't even realize I fell asleep."

He bends down to pick up the magazine you dropped. "Did they wear you out?"

“Not at all. We had fun, as usual,” you smile. “Dress up and I let them stay up past their bedtime. But that’s our secret,” you say with a wink.

"I suppose that’s alright," Mr. Taylor said with a chuckle. "They like you far better than that old wench I used to get.” You grin and start to get flushed for some reason. “They think you’re a princess.”

You giggle. “Then I guess it can be our secret that I’m not.” You bend down and gather your things before standing up. “I guess I’ll get going now,” you say and he hurries to reach for his wallet to get the money to pay you.

“Going meet the boyfriend?” he asks, kind of jokingly, but more to fish for information.

You groan. “No, I got rid of him weeks ago.”

He hands you the money, and you thank him as you head out the door. Like always, he walks you to your car and opens the door for you. Perfect gentleman. “I did want to ask if you’re busy next week. The guys and I were invited to do that Live Aid thing and we have to practice. Just a couple of days, and I’ll need someone to watch the girls when I’m out.”

“Wow I didn’t know you were in the lineup,” you say, quite impressed. “My friends and I have tickets for that.” You start to think – you do have classes during the day, but you’ve never been able to say no to Mr. Taylor. “Of course I can watch them,” you grin. “Just let me know when.”

You get in the car and he looks down at you as he’s leaning on the door. “I’ll call you,” he says with a wink before closing the door. You try to start the car, but it won’t start. You try again and again, but nothing. He taps on the window and you open the door. “Having trouble?” he quips. You roll your eyes and he chuckles. “Let me see,” he says, tugging you out of the car. He tries to start it too, listening to see if he can figure out what’s wrong. “Ah, the alternator,” he says, like you know what he’s even talking about. He gets out, hands you the keys and closes the door. “You’re not leaving in this tonight.”

“Great,” you groan. “I guess I can call…”

“It’s 1 in the morning, Y/N,” he tells you. “There’s plenty of room here. We can take care of this when the sun is out.”

You consider it for a moment. "It really seems like the only option," you say quietly. "If you don't mind, of course."

He smiles at you. "Not at all. You’re great with the girls. It's the least I can do. And they’ll love seeing you in the morning.”

You follow him back inside and up the stairs to the room next door to the girls. “Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” you whisper. “I owe you.”

"You help me so much. I owe you. And how many times do I have to tell you. Call me Roger,” he smiles. “There's fresh sheets and everything in here," he whispers. "But I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to wear."

"That's fine," you reply quietly. "I can just sleep in this."

He blushes and you don’t know why. "Well, she left some of her things... I haven't cleared them out of the room yet. If you'd like you can grab something of hers."

You give a somewhat uneasy grin in reply, but nod, seeing as sleeping in your jeans would be kind of uncomfortable. Mr. Taylor quietly moves past you and motions for you to follow him down the hall.

You enter a big master suite, and you bite your lip a bit when you see it. Half the room looked like it hadn't be touched since she left. His side had clothes on the floor and papers on the wardrobe, but hers was completely clean. There were even bottles of perfume still sitting on the vanity. He turns around and smiles apologetically. "I should clean up, huh," he says in a bit of a louder voice, trying to joke a bit.

You laugh softly. "It's fine."

He motions to the closet. "You can pick whatever you'd like. I'll grab you a toothbrush." With that, he turns and walks into the bathroom.

You open the closet door and it’s full women's clothes, organized by what must have been occasion, and then by color. You can’t help but laugh a bit when you see it. There’s a section specifically for pajamas. She had a lot of matching lingerie sets, garters and see-through teddies, and your cheeks heat up as you look at them. No doubt that she had worn them for Mr. Taylor, and you start to wonder what kind of things they had done after he had slowly pulled them off her. You rifle through her clothes looking for something a bit less revealing. After looking through everything, you finally decide on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top. You pull it out reluctantly, having hoped for at least a t-shirt, but decided it would have to do.

“Mommy?"

You whirl around, hearing the small voice behind you. Olivia's head is poked through the slightly opened door, looking at you, and you smile at her.

"No, it’s me. Y/N," you tell her softly.

Mr. Taylor comes rushing out of the bathroom. "Shouldn't you be in bed, doll?" he asks before glancing at you. "Go ahead and change in there," he says, pointing to the bathroom. "I'll get this one back to sleep."

You watched as picks Olivia up and walks down the hall. You go into the bathroom and slowly stripped out of your jeans and t-shirt, take off your bra and pull on the pajama set. You immediately regret choosing to wear her pajamas. She must have been much smaller in the chest area than you, and a lot shorter. You pull the tank top over you breasts with a lot of effort, the material stretching across your chest and the hem ending about an inch above your navel. The shorts are a little easier to get into, but are still a little snug and a lot shorter than you thought they’d be. You stare in the mirror for a few minutes, nervously appraising your appearance. You glance around the bathroom, looking for a robe of some sort, but find nothing.

"Y/N?" you hear Mr. Taylor call softly. You open the door and poke your head out to see him standing in the middle of the room, smiling when he sees you. "You found something, then?"

"Uhh, sort of." He looks at you, confused. "I found something, but I didn't realize… Uh…well, it's just that... I guess she was a bit smaller than me?"

“Ah,” he nods. "I didn't think of that.” He shrugs. "It's just for sleeping, though, it shouldn't matter."

You glance in the mirror again, having a feeling that Mr. Taylor wouldn't think the same thing after he sees his ex's clothes on you, but you shrug it off. "I guess you're right," you say before turning and opening the door.

When you step into the room, Mr. Taylor's mouth drops open and he starts to look you up and down, staring at your body, mainly at your tits. Normally, you’d be embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable being looked at like this. You’d have been even more uncomfortable noticing the sudden bulge in his pants. Thinking about the men you babysit for and actually have them stare at you are two very different things. Mr. Taylor, however, is a very good-looking man, and you blame your next actions on that, along with the fact that it’s been a month since you’ve been laid. You let him stare at you for a good minute before you start to giggle. "So, it's not too small then?" you ask, the heat rising in your cheeks as he tears his eyes off your body and looks up at you then down to the floor.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, his voice breaking a bit. "No. It's fine." You can't help but grin hearing his voice cracked a bit more and he holds his hand out. "Your toothbrush?" he offers, still not looking at you.

You don't know what possessed you to do it, but you walk to him, swaying you hips a lot more than you usually do. You grin as you get closer than you need to, letting your fingers brush his as you gently take the toothbrush from his hand. He’s staring hard at the floor, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly. "Thanks," you say. "Is Liv okay?"

He nods. "Went our like a light," he says, still staring at the floor. "She should sleep through the rest of the night now. She usually only wakes up the one time." You smile, staying quiet. After a moment, Mr. Taylor's gaze shifts, only slightly, but you know his eyes are back on you tits.

"You can touch if you want," you whisper. You expected him to back away from you given the way his eyes shoot up and look at you. You look back at him, still grinning. He reaches out nervously and puts his hands on your hips, looking equally as nervously into your eyes. You bite your lip softly and step forward, nearly pressing against him. You reach up and put your hands on his shoulders.

"This is so wrong," he mutters, pulling you closer and pressing you against the hard bulge in his pants.

You grin at him again. "It's okay. I want to," you whisper.

"You're… You…"

"We both want it, Mr. Taylor."

"You're so young…" he continues, nearly pulling back.

You giggle. "You seem to be enjoying it so far," you tease, rolling your hips a bit to rub against him.

He groans and roughly pulls your hips, pulling you against him before he stoops down a bit and kisses you – hard. You kiss him back, your hands resting loosely around his neck. You run your tongue along his lip and he groans again, his hands trailing around from your hips to your ass, rubbing along your back and shoulders before finally cupping your breasts. You moan softly against his mouth and bite down softly on his lip.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, Mr. Taylor,” you tell him with a breathless tone.

"I wanted to fuck you the second you walked in the door the first time," he says quite gruffly, his lips on your neck as he fondles your breasts. Your nipples harden under his palms, the cotton of the tank top rubbing against you. "And I thought about you the entire time at dinner tonight."

You moan when he says that, trailing your hand down to rub his hard cock through his pants. He groans again and presses into your hands. He’s sucking on your neck, one hand on your breast and the other rubbing up and down your hip and stomach. You tilt your head back, moaning as he touches you.

Without warning, he puts his hands on the back of your thighs and nudges your legs apart. In a single, swift movement, he lifts you off the ground. You squeal, shocked, and wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you as he carries you over to the bed, gently setting you down on the edge, his lips pressed against yours the entire time.

He pulls away from you gently, grinning before he goes to the door, shutting it completely and locking it. You grin at him as he turns back to you, leaning back on your arms and spreading your legs a bit.

"Fuck," he says, looking at you. You giggle and he walks back, sitting next to you on the bed. You lean forward and kiss him again. Each time his lips touches yours, you feel a tiny shock shoot through your body, nearly leaving you short of breath. You let one leg rest across his lap, and he runs his hand up your soft leg. You shiver as he touches you, his hands leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as you feel what seemed like surges of electricity running through your body.

His hand trails up your leg and hip, along the bare skin on the side of your stomach, and finally stops on your breast over the pink tank top. Your nipples are already hard, and he pinches the left one lightly through the top. You gasp when he does and he kisses you harder. Each time he rolls one between his fingers your clit throbs. You moan against his mouth and he reaches up with his other hand, cupping your other breast and pinching that nipple, too.

You can hardly take it anymore, and you break the kiss suddenly. He looks up at you, slightly alarmed, but you giggle and push him back on the bed, straddling his lap, leaning down to kiss him against as you start to unbutton his shirt. He flicks his tongue against your mouth, his hands reaching up to rest on your ass.

As you finish unbuttoning his shirt, you gently rub your covered slit against the bulge in his pants. He groans loudly and thrusts up, grinding his hard cock against you. You moan and push his shirt off. As soon as he shrugs it off, he starts to pull on the hem of the tiny tank top you’re wearing.

You let him push it up a bit before you lean back, grab the hem yourself and pull the tight material over your head. Your breasts bounce out of the shirt and you hear Mr. Taylor inhale sharply as you finish pulling it off and drop it on the floor. When you look at him, his eyes are wide as he stares.

"Everything okay?" you ask, looking down at your body. Mr. Taylor seems to be enjoying it. He’s staring at you for a long, long time.

"Your tits are fucking amazing," he gasps before pushing you off him onto your back, pressing his mouth to them. You moan as he licks and sucks them. He lavishes attention on one before switching sides, cupping your other breast with his hand as he rolls his tongue around your nipple. Your legs are spread and he’s laying between them, and before long your cunt is throbbing so much that you have to arch your back and grind against him, desperately needing some friction on your clit. Without moving his lips from your breast, he reaches down with one hand and gently rubs your slit through the shorts.

It feels amazing. His fingers are skilled and feel so good against your throbbing pussy. It still isn't enough, however, and you gently pulled his head off your tits, kissing him hard as you reach to unzip his pants. You undo them quickly, and he lets you push them down and throw them to the floor. He’s wearing boxers, and you can see his cock straining against them, the bulge enticing you. You run your hands along his chest and stomach before sliding one under the waistband and wrapping it around his cock.

He groans again, leaning down to resume sucking on your tits as you stroke his cock. It’s smooth and throbbing in your hand, and bigger than you expected. You rub it gently and he pushes forward in your hand, his moans stifled by your tits as he presses his face against them.

You stroke a bit harder and he thrusts into your hand again, moaning. He pulls his head from your breasts and kisses you, still rubbing your clit through the shorts.

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum way too fast," he gasps. You giggle and he shakes his head. "I'm not joking. I haven't gotten anything near this since Liv was born." You raise an eyebrow and he blushes a bit. "My ex..." he starts to say.

You kiss him quickly and giggle again. "You don't need to explain," you say quietly, stroking his cock lightly. He groan and starts to rub your clit again.

"So good..." he mumbles, and you moan as touches you. You start stroking his cock a bit faster and he groans. He reaches down and grabs your wrist gently, stopping your movements. He kisses you hard, on the lips and then along your jawbone before trailing his lips down your neck, sucking gently, and pulls your hand out of his boxers. He licks down your chest and gently runs his teeth on your nipples, making you gasp. You feel his lips trail down onto your stomach, where he licks and kisses down to the waistband of the shorts. He starts to pull on them, sliding them down your hips, his lips trailing along behind them, gently kissing your pussy as he slips the shorts off.

He sits up and just looks at you for a moment. You start to flush a bit when he doesn't say anything, and he notices, laughing a little. "You're fucking gorgeous," he whispers, leaning forward to kiss your inner thigh. "My ex was nowhere near as sexy as you." He kisses up your thigh, spreading your legs a bit more and kisses your pussy lips. "You have such a hot body." He reaches up and cups one of your breasts as he kisses your pussy, touching everything but your clit. "Nice, firm tits." He reaches under you with his other hand, cupping your ass. "Nice, round ass." He finally kisses your clit, sucking on it gently. You cry out, arching your back against him. "Sweet, tight pussy." He plunges his tongue into your cunt and you moaned loudly, reaching down to press his head harder against you.

He licks your pussy, then moves his mouth to your clit, sucking on it as he pushes two fingers into you. You moan and can't keep yourself from grinding against his mouth and fingers, panting as you wind your fingers in his hair. He licks eagerly, biting gently on your clit as he thrusts his fingers inside.

"M-mr. Taylor..." you pant. "I'm gonna... oh God I’m gonna c-cum..."

He responds simply by sucking harder on your clit, pushing his fingers faster. You cum hard, moaning loudly as you feel your orgasm crashing through your body. Your toes curl and you arch your back. When you come down a bit, you feel Mr. Taylor still licking your pussy, lapping up your juices. You’re still panting as he does, and he finally moves his head away and crawls up, laying down beside you. You look over at him and he grinning and you can’t help but laugh. "My ex hated that," he says.

"What was wrong with her?" you gasp with a giggle.

He laughs and leans over, kissing you and you taste yourself on his lips. "You're so fucking young," he murmurs as he keeps kissing you, gently rubbing your breasts. "This is so wrong."

You laugh. "I don't see you complaining."

"I'm not," he replies, rubbing your nipples lightly. "Just can't believe how amazing this is."

"Can't believe you're fucking a young little babysitter?" you ask teasingly. He groans and kisses you again, flicking his tongue against yours. You reach down and pull his boxers off, pulling out his cock. You bite your bottom lip and lick your lips as you look at it, and he laughs.

"I'd ask you to suck it," he says, "but I want to fuck you. I can't wait any longer."

He rolls on his back and pulls you on top of him. You slowly lower yourself onto his cock, moaning as you feel him enter. His cock feels huge inside you. You haven't had anything but your fingers in there recently, and the only guy you'd been with had a much smaller cock than Mr. Taylor's.

You let it enter you slowly, letting yourself adjust to his thickness. He moans as you inch down until he was buried deep inside you. Mr. Taylor reaches around and puts his hands on your ass, pushing you down even harder. You moan when he does, and slowly started moving yourself on top of his cock. The feeling is amazing, and you moan even louder as you let his cock slide in and out of you.

"Fuck..." he groans, his hands sliding to your hips, guiding your movements. You start to ride him a faster, panting as he thrusts up into you. Your breasts start to bounce as you move faster, and he reaches up with one hand to cup them. He pinches your nipples and you start moving faster and harder on top of him, moaning even louder as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. Before long you can feel yourself nearly ready to cum. Your hips buck and he presses on your clit and pinches my nipple at the same time. You cum again with a loud moan, tilting your head back as he thrusts himself up into you. You ride out your orgasm before nearly collapsing on top of him. He pulls out and pushes you gently onto your stomach.

"Get on your hands and knees," he says softly in your ear. You obey immediately and he moves behind you. He reaches one hand under you, gently stroking your dripping pussy.

"Mr. Taylor?" you ask nervously.

He presses a soft kiss on your back. "Please, Y/N,” he whispers. “I love doing it this way and my ex never let me." He kisses you again reassuringly. "You’ll love it.” He pushes himself back inside your box with a bit of force, his moaning louder as he starts to thrust a bit harder into you. It feels amazing, and by the sounds he’s making, you can tell he thinks so, too. He reaches around you and gently strokes your clit, the other braced on your hip as he pushes his cock inside me. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, "this is... fucking amazing... you don't know how fucking good this is..." He moves faster and you moan as you feel his balls slap against you as he fucks you from behind. He keeps talking – you can't really understand what he was saying. Mostly things like "so good" and "so tight" and "fuckfuckfuck." But you do understand when he cries out "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum!"

His body shudders against you and you feel his hot load shoot into you. He leans against you, supporting himself as he moans and cums hard. Panting, he finishes, holding his cock inside you for a few seconds before he gently pulls out. You collapse on the bed and he falls right next to you. You both lay there, and you listen to him pant for a minute or two before he says anything.

"I haven't cum like that in years," he finally murmurs, sitting up. You watch him move off the bed and walk naked across the room. He flicks the light off and walks back, pulling the covers up. You pull yourself under them and he lays down beside you, reaching over and wrapping his arms around you.

"So it was good?" you ask, giggling.

He laughs loudly. "Good? It was fantastic. Amazing. Fucking... wonderful." He holds you close and you can hear his heart pounding. "Just what I needed."

You sigh contently. "I enjoyed it too, Mr. Taylor.”

He laughs again. “Will you please call me Roger?" he asks, yawning at the end of his sentence. You giggle, starting to fall asleep as your warm, naked bodies press together.

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secret taste, jjh

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ⋅ secret taste

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ chapter 1

⠀ about

⋅ genre : non-idol au. mainly romance + smut (additionally : fluff , angst)

⋅ characters : Jung Jaehyun x reader (other nct members)

⋅ word of warning : a whole bunch of sexual themes , cursing , idk

⋅ word count : 1.6k (short I know, but I’m working on another fic too -get excited!!- , chapter 2 will be longer)

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⠀ summary

⋅ to provide creative content on a YouTube channel, Jung Jaehyun and y/n are invited together with a bunch of other strangers to test out objects. Unlike the useless gadgets you can buy on the home-shopping channel, they are given the opportunity to test out the most sensual lifestyle products together.

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⠀ chapters

⋅ intro , chapter 1 (you’re here)

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Kink test: What’s your BDSM role?

‘Are you a master, dom? A slave, sub? Here’s a quick kink quiz with 15 questions that tests out your BDSM roles. It’s just for fun, you know yourself best.’

You looked at the starting page of the website for another few seconds, your eyes scanning the words once again to make sure you didn’t read any of them wrong. But even after reading it nearly three times, the words were still the same. Inexperienced or not, it wasn’t hard to understand the difference between dom and sub, and nearly the entire world understood what the word kink meant.

Apparently, Jaehyun was on the same website as you were, judging by the startled response he suddenly gave. Probably a normal response seeing the situation people had thrown you in without clear explanation. You could hear a couple of clicks coming from his side, indicating that he had started the test and was already answering questions, or that he closed the tab in case he didn’t want to be involved in things like this.

Without thinking more about it, you moved the cursor to start and gave it a silent click, feeling embarrassed to let people hear how you were going to do this. Expectations were something you didn’t have with this sort of test. After all the intro mentioned that the test was made just for fun, so the outcome probably wouldn’t be trustworthy even if you answered the questions honestly.

The test started off with a rather innocent question, soft and innocent in its own sinful way, asking you what you would like the most out of the four possible answers it gave you. The options were sexually tinted, but vague enough to give you hope that all of the questions would be like this. But when after answering, it directed you to the second one, you widened your eyes a little bit, eyes shifting to Jaehyun to see what kind of facial expression he had while doing the test. Jaehyun seemed focused, no segment of shock or surprise on his face which made you suspect that instead of doing the test, he was playing games, or he was too kinky to be bothered by any of the stated options.

“Just go with the vaguest answer” Jaehyun whispered over to you when you least expected him to speak up, he had seemed so immersed in whatever he was doing. Your secretive looks weren’t that much of a secret after all. You hummed in response, unable to find a proper answer. It was awkward to sit there, both of you next to each other while taking a BDSM test. Luckily the cameras weren’t capturing this, otherwise, the whole world would have ended up seeing your half-shocked, half-embarrassed state.

With each new question that you had to answer, you glanced at your partner. Presuming he would chime in again to give you advice about how to answer or maybe give you judging eyes, judging eyes without knowing what your answers were.

“This would so be you, question six: I scare other people when…” Jaehyun started, trying to hold in a small laugh as he looked over at you and already imagined which one you’d pick out of the four options. He started to read them out loud, three of them being about sex aside from the second one. After reading out the different options, he repeated the second one. “I jump out and say boo” he said, this time the small chuckle leaving his lips. You gave no reaction. As much as you thought Jaehyun didn’t know you well enough to judge the answer you would give, he was right when he said that. You kept in your mind, that once you were at question six, to choose one of the other options to prove Jaehyun wrong.

After the little teasing comment, it was Jaehyun who stole the glances you usually would give him. Glancing with his eyes towards you, in a non-judging way, neither in a comical way, it was as like he was trying to read you. Read you, your thoughts but also your answers. Luckily the answers of the test weren’t able to be found on your face, but the embarrassment was. He enjoyed the sight of you like that, a little bit flustered, a whole lot awkward and weirded out.

The rest of the questionnaire was filled in, not a word being spoken between you two. After sharing some more glances through the latter half of the quiz, they stopped when the end was nearing even if the questions were getting less detailed. The awkwardness just wouldn’t leave the room, inwardly you cursed and wished you had never taken this unknown opportunity.

“kinkster”

When you suddenly heard some word being mumbled from Jaehyun, you looked up at him, forgetting about your own test results to look at him. You thought you had heard what he said, but then again you weren’t sure if you had, maybe by now your mind was just making you have your final verdict over him a little too fast.

Jaehyun was an attractive man, his looks were to melt for, his personality so far seemed to leave a good impression. And you were positive he would have girls lining up just to have a conversation with him. Your mind had classified him as someone who didn’t have a lover, but simply enjoyed a pleasing onetime rendezvous in his bedroom with some random person. In the end, you knew that you couldn’t judge whatever he was, couldn’t judge by looks and if you would then you would get mixed up. His different aspects made a one-word label hard to paste, so labelless it would be for now.

The laptops were taken away from you without any result explanation, they just claimed they had needed the information for future purposes and to see how you and Jaehyun would function as partners. It had been all you two had to come in for today, it was almost as if the staff was satisfied when they sent you two separate ways to home again. They didn’t care they left you two confused like that.

“See you next time” Was all that Jaehyun said as the two of you parted ways outside the building, the way outside had been quiet aside from agreeing on how confusing it was that they made you take the test. Luckily the conversation didn’t go any deeper in on the test than that, you weren’t ready for yet another awkward moment. You gave him a small wave as he was the one to drive off first, instead of waving back, he just flashed you a genuine smile with the usual set of dimples on each side of his cheeks.

That night at your home, curiosity took over. The first few hours you had tried to distract yourself by making yourself food, taking a shower, changing into comfortable clothes. But as it grew later, so grew your desire to know about kinks, about sexual things that never rang a bell to you before.

It was time to spend some time on the internet. Not to be a stalker and search for things like Jaehyun’s social media, but instead doing some research about things that you read in the BDSM test. Your internet history had started out pretty soft, but as time went by, the dirty things were on top of the list.

the last hour

⋅ pornhub

⋅ bondage

⋅ masochism

⋅ breeding kink

⋅ impact play

⋅ pet play

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⋅ dirty talk

⋅ sexual roleplay

⋅ edging

⋅ dom sub relationship

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You had no idea how you had honestly had been able to stay on the internet for roughly three hours, only researching sexual things instead of social media or random things you would usually occupy yourself with. Even more confusing was that you had ended up on a website that everyone knew, pornhub. You didn’t know how you and many others knew the website without even watching its content. But tonight it had sparked your interest, especially after researching those things and sometimes reading about what the kinks consisted of.

Once you ended up on pornhub, you were greeted by the black display, orange detailing and along with that, many thumbnails revealing sexual images. The titles just as sinful as the thumbnails, how could someone in one short title explain the entire video? Your cursor hovered over one of the titles as you were reading it but accidentally you moved your hand, and instead of a still thumbnail, it was a small preview of what you’d see if you actually clicked.

“your cock belongs inside me” You murmured instead of repeating the words in your head like you had planned to. You had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone to catch you in the act of looking things up. Your eyes skimmed over the girl in the burgundy red bralette who was riding a guy, barely one second later, the girl was naked, her pierced boobs getting groped and by the way they moved, things had seemingly gotten heated real quick. “Oh shit” you said and quickly moved the mouse from the thumbnail, sighing in relief once the fragment turned into the still image again.

678k views, 80% of green thumbs or likes, whatever they might be. But not from you, you were done with the unholy part of the internet for today. Without closing the tabs, you shortly pressed the off button for your laptop to go in standby mode. You placed the laptop next to you, to occupy the empty space in bed next to you and then laid down, your eyes closing. It took a lot to forget about the things you had read and seen and even when you were falling asleep, all that you thought about were those things.

This was going to be interesting.

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The external layer of your tooth, referred to as enamel obtains covered by an extremely slim layer, called the pellicle layers which captures spots conveniently. Nonetheless, what we consume can likewise have a long lasting effect on our teeth. Smoking, coffee, tea, red wine and soda pop can all contribute to staining on our teeth.

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petchysims-moved · 5 years ago

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I came up with a townie makeover challenge with Queer Eye in mind!! here are the guidelines under the cut, happy pride month!!!!!

cc is allowed and encouraged unless u wanna be vanilla which is cool too!!

pick a pre-existing (EA) townie to make over. they can be from your game or the gallery or wherever! (i mean you can also do a randomly generated townie if you really wanted). this sim has been nominated by the Fab 5 (you lmao) for an overhaul of their appearance!

if you have trouble choosing a sim, some options include:

go into live mode and pick the first EA townie you see

use a random number generator like on random.org to generate a number between 1 and however many packs you have from this list. then click on the corresponding list of families, and generate a number between 1 and however many entries there are on the page (including the sub-categories of other worlds - if you end up on one, click it and do the random number again to choose a family). once you have your family chosen, if that’s still not enough for you to pick a sim, use the random number generator to choose the family member you will be working with.

start making changes to your sim to improve them while keeping true to their character and keep the changes *realistic to what could happen during the timeline of a Queer Eye episode*:

do not change things such as facial structure, body shape or size, or anything else that would require extensive body modifications in the real world

do not change their skin tone or their eye colour... but you *can* use CC skins and eyes as long as the colour remains (at least mostly) the same as the original sim. they’re not getting colour contacts, an extreme tan, or bleaching their skin.

hair: go wild with the colour, but be careful with the cut. you can keep it the same length or go shorter, but you cannot go longer (yes, it’s hard to be precise with hair length but do your best). hard mode: if they have bangs/fringe originally, they cannot suddenly grow long in their new haircut

sims without beards cannot suddenly grow a big bushy beard, but stubble is ok. you can also shave a sim’s beard.

no new tattoos or removing tattoos, same with piercings (unless u can give a backstory i guess!!)

if they wear glasses in a preset outfit, they must continue to wear glasses in that outfit after the makeover. but you can give them new glasses if you want!! respect your sim’s comfort zone because not everybody can or wants to wear contacts.

keep their lifestyle, traits, and apparent preferences in mind when dressing them. a relaxed hippie is probably not going to feel happy and comfortable being made over into a baddie or super glam type sim. the Fab 5 are committed to helping these sims find a style that looks good but is still uniquely them!! also, if the sim prefers masculine clothing, don’t put them in a whole bunch of dresses and heels and skirts - respect their preference (and vice versa with feminine sims). it’s especially cool if you let their original clothing choices inform their new wardrobe - for example, switching out an ugly pink skirt for a much cuter skirt that’s still pink!

basically don’t change anything that’s not their clothing, hair, or makeup. their traits and their aspirations will not change just cause they got a little better at dressing themselves!!

now that Tan (wardrobe) and Jonathan (grooming) have worked their magic, you can stop here with just the aesthetic makeover or continue by playing them in game for the full QE experience:

Antoni (food): Improve the sim’s cooking skill to at least level 4 (if they’re already at or past level 4, improve by at least 1 skill level. If they’re maxed out, well, you can skip it. or Antoni can take them out to a food stall to learn a new recipe if you have the right packs!)

Bobby (interior design): improve this sim’s home without getting rid of all their old furniture. change the arrangements, make a few replacements that you think are important, maybe take down a wall, change the flooring or walls inside... just make their space more livable and more THEM. if there is anything that can improve their quality of life, like they want to be a painter and you give them a room just for painting instead of keeping it to the corner of the bedroom, do that! think about what Bobby would do to improve this sim’s living space!!

Karamo (culture): now this is the most abstract part in terms of sims gameplay... in the show, Karamo actually wishes his role had a different name, because he’s more of a counselor/therapist/life coach for people than a simple “culture expert”. so this part will be in line with what he actually does rather than his title. there has to be something that can be improved in the sim’s life. do they work a dead-end job? are they in an unhappy relationship? do they need to fix their relationship with an old friend or a loved one? figure something out (make it up if you need to tbh, be creative!) that can be done to make this sim’s life happier. maybe you can do something to get them closer to their lifetime aspiration. maybe you can send them on a solo trip to reconnect with their sense of adventure, or a family trip that hasn’t been done in forever. this is the part where you can probably take the most liberties with, and maybe end up having the most fun with! and if you’re big on storytelling it may be your favourite part :)

I also encourage you to come up with backstories or reasoning behind the changes you make. work on your storytelling. why did the sim want to dye their hair pink? why did you get rid of their home office and replace it with a different room? etc. have fun with this!! it’s not just a simple aesthetic townie makeover. also if you do this, please tag me because i would LOVE to see your results. i will post my own once i get to it!

~peach

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hiiggsmonaghan · 5 years ago

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Are you fuckin’ kidding me--?

Alright, I’ll answer them ALL.

1. Name: Higgs Monaghan Silver/Silvio

2. Nationality: Canadian/Acadian

3. Age: 22

4. Birthday: July 19th

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign): Cancer

6. Gender: cis male

7. Sexuality: Gay

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself): This will have to wait until a special reveal. (Future cosplay things.)

9. What do you/did you study?: ... Does Egyptian history count?

10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have?: [Nervous laughter] I have no idea what I’d like to do for a job.

11. Your birth order: First child

12. How many siblings do you have?: 1 “real” sibling, but so many siblings by bond.

13. Do you have good relations with your family?: Biological family? Absolutely not. Except for two of my cousins. They are cool.

14. How many friends do you have?: Too many that it’s obnoxious. [Just kidding, I appreciate you all.]

15. Your relationship status: Taken/Engaged

16. What do you look for in a SO?: Someone who can kick my ass. [Who can handle my anger outbursts]

17. Do you have a crush?: No.

18. When did you have your first kiss?: When I was 14. It was forced and was a terrible experience.

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?: Meaningful ones, funny enough.

20. What are your deal breakers?: Overly clingy, too loud, not respectful of my music choices

21. How was your day?: Cold. Snowstorm happened today.

22. Favourite food & drink: Pizzas/cheeseburgers || Strawberry slushie with tapioca pearls/orange juice

23. What position do you sleep in?: Fetal position. [Hahahah... ha.]

24. What was your last dream about?: Cannot remember.

25. Your fears: The ocean [drowning], deep forests.. uhh... There are others but I cannot think of it at the moment

26. Your dreams: To be on my goddamn motorcycle, livin’ a good life without my mental illness in the way.

27. Your goals: See above.

28. Any pets?: Not yet! Planin’ to get a black cat soon!

29. What are your hobbies?: Music and readin’

30. Any cool places in your area?: Pfft, no. It’s so fuckin’ boring here.

31. What was your last awkward situation?: I was at Tim Horton’s and there was a baby cryin’ behind me so I looked over at it and played... peek-a-boo with them. It was...weird. But at least the baby shut up. The mother didn’t do shit to make the baby stop cryin’ so.. Great Parenting.

32. What is your last regret?: Well too many to really talk about but I’ll go with the funny route and my last regret was not goin’ to Burger King yesterday and eatin’ salad instead of a burger.

33. Language/s you can speak: English

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.): Not really. It’s all just whatever for me.

35. Have any quirks?: I bite my nails often... I pretend to conduct music while it is playing... uh...???

36. Your pet peeves: Everything.

37. Ideal vacation: Anywhere away from North America.

38. Any scars?: Many.

39. What does your last text message say?: “Nah”

40. Last 5 things from your search history: Twitter, Vargskelethor’s twitch, Cloud Strife, YouTube, FF7 remake release date

41. What's your [device] background?: RK900 from Detroit Become Human

42. What do you daydream about?: Usually having super strength and throwing people whom bother me across the world or just... punchin’ them.

43. Describe your dream home: A simple house, really. Nothin’ too fancy. Just the idea of havin’ my own house? Even if it isn’t that big or anythin’... That is a dream for me. Oh, and I want it painted black. Hah.

44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion: I’d say I’m atheist but... I do believe in God. I AM God. :)

45. Your personality type: ISTP-T

46. The most dangerous thing you've done: [Looks at the list of dangerous things I have done] ... There are too many

47. Are you happy with your current life?: At the moment? Yeah. There are things I am still angry about but it’s... fine.

48. Some things you've tried in your life: Smoking. Drawing. Singing. Writing. Playing the guitar. ???

49. What does your wardrobe consist of?: Black and reds.

50. Favourite colour to wear?: Black.

51. How would you describe your style?: Goth/punk

52. Are you happy with your current looks?: Eh.. Not really but it’s all I got.

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?: Grow. Damn. Facial. Hair. Holy FUCK.

54. Any tattoos or piercings?: Snake bites. But I took one out so only one lip piercing now. And tattoos? Soon. Very soon. [Gonna be Higgs’ themed, baby.]

55. Do you get complimented often?: No and when I do I make it Stop. I hate it. Never compliment me.

56. Favourite aesthetic?: Black/gold aesthetics as of late.

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Everything. I hate them all.

- [FINALLY THE ONES I WANTED, JESUS CHRIST]

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with?: Allesfresser by LINDEMANN

It’s a great song to listen to for me because I just punch my punching bag to this song. Makes my anger just... go away. It’s fuckin’ nice.

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like: .... Let’s Dance by David Bowie

I am a new fan of David Bowie. It just literally started in July or late June. I’m the typical metal head but for some reason Bowie just caught my ear? I dunno, man.

60. Favourite genre?: METAL. Well, Power Metal. I love all sorts of metal except for like.. most death metal/black metal. It is too much for me sometimes. But yeah, if yall are into metal... I’m all ears. I love talkin’ about metal.

61. Favourite artist/band/genre?: Well I already spoke about my favorite genre. For favorite bands? God... Uh.. I have a list here of favorite bands/musicians. Check it out if you’re interested.

62. Hated popular songs/artists?: Honestly? I’m gonna be one of those guys and say pretty much everything on the radio these days. I don’t like pop/rap and all the most popular stuff. Turning the radio on is ear torture these days. Except for the rock channel, that one is okay most of the time.

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5:

1 - System of a Down’s Chop Suey in the Style of Ghost by Ten Second Songs

This guy is simply AMAZING. If yall haven’t already, you NEED to check out his channel. He is wicked talented and he has different styles for different songs. Like for example, Metallica’s Enter Sandman in the style of David Bowie. It’s amazing.

Check him out. His YouTube is Ten Second Songs.

2 - City by Hollywood Undead

This one just gives me my inner Higgs’ vibes. That is really all I can say.

3 - Mein Teil by Rammstein

4 - Cars by Fear Factory

5 - 龍が如く極 - Turning Point [From Yakuza Kiwami]

Yeah, hi. Yakuza fan here. Do I have to say any more?

64. Can you sing or play any instruments?: I can kind of sing, [very badly, mind you] and sort of play the guitar. I’m tryin’ to learn Come as You Are by Nirvana at the moment... but that’s about it

65. Do you like karaoke?:

.... Yes. My inner Nishiki in me just cannot lie about this.

66. Own any albums?: Absolutely. I am a firm believer in albums rather than just buying them digitally. I love having an actual copy in my hands rather just on the computer.

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations?: Not really. I only listen to the rock station.

68. Favourite movie/series?: Star Wars.

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc: Uhhh... I don’t know

70. Your fictional crush/es: Sam Fuckin’ Porter Bridges, General Hux, RK900...

71. Which fictional character is you?: [Chuckles nervously]

Higgs Monaghan--

Too many to write down. I’ll just pass myself the trouble.

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so: Eh not really. Only like.. Gavin/RK900 [Reed900] and General Hux/Kylo Ren [Kylux/Huxlo]

73. Favourite greek god?: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? I don’t know?

74. A legend from where you live that you like: None.

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist?: I’m gonna be cheesy and say all of my friends because it’s true. I love my friends art.

76. Can you share your other social media?: Yeah sure. My twitter is @hiiggsmonaghan

77. Favourite youtubers?: Markiplier, Jacksepticeye... Streamers: Vargskelethor and Vinesauce

78. Favourite platform?: Tumblr and Twitter

79. How much time do you spend on the internet?: .. Too long

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite?: Ones I have PLAYED that are my favorite: Pokemon, Devil May Cry, Final Fantasy XV, Yakuza 0/Kiwami.

I also have a lot a games I love that I just watched. Like a lot of Legend of Zelda games and of course Death Stranding!

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts): Anything really by William Blake. I guess that really isn’t a “book” but.. all I really read are poems, Shakespearean plays and Egyptian history books.

82. Do you play board/card games?: No

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema?: No

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween

85. Are you into dramas?: Not really.

86. Would you use death note, if you had one?: ABSOLUTELY. And I do have one. Well... a replica. Not the real one of course.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?: Get rid of the racists, rapists, pedos and homo/trans phobes. The world would just be more pleasant to live in, yeah?

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse?: Probably. Because I stay inside a lot anyway.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?: A demon because I am that fuckin’ edgy.

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?: VOID OUT, BITCH. Uh, I don’t know.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?: I did change my name so I am happy with it.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week?: Uh.. No one. Can that be an option?

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: The devil smiling one I guess?

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true

1. I am in a poly relationship while I am also engaged.

2. I have a knife collection

3.I still used an mp3 instead of using my phone for music

95. Cold or hot?: ... Cold because you can get warm with blankets and sweaters while if you are hot, it’s damn impossible to not be hot.

96. Be a hero or be a villain?: Hero in my eyes, but to all of you I’m the villain for some DAMN reason.

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?: Sing I guess. Imagine singing in metal. Holy SHIT

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time?: CONTROLLING TIME.

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?: Immune to everything. I’m sick of being sick.

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And there you have it. I’m... fuckin’ DONE. This took literal HOURS, ANON. I hope yall read through this.

#replies ;;#anon #LONG POST #about me

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