#audio instantly made me think of him and I couldn’t resist

[choisanboobenthusiast]

The Ring

Pairing: Sub!Hwa x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 6k

Summary: Seonghwa comes home after a day of schedules in that YSL shirt. After thinking about him all day you finally get to play with him and he wants nothing more than to let you.

If you want a nice audio to go along with this story @sugarnspice630 posted this one and it just fits sooo perfectly I couldn’t resist adding it.

Warnings: extremely sub Hwa, so much nipple play (duh he’s wearing that shirt), oral/fingering (f receiving), toys, ass play (m receiving, the bulk of this fic is ass play, if that’s not your thing don’t read this), overstimulation, dacryphilia, cum eating, slight choking, name calling, praise, slight degradation, begging. If I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: hiiii, it’s been a while! I’ve been working on this for ages 😭 I just didn’t have motivation to write anything for a long while. However, this shirt on Seonghwa made me go absolutely bonkers like I just wanna play with his nips y’know? I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @shinestarhwaa for requesting subhwa 🫶🏻 Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated :) (and yes I chose The Ring as the title to be funny bc well… you’ll see)

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You had been hanging around the house all day by yourself, trying to keep yourself busy with random tasks, watching your favorite show, playing videos games, even cleaning. You'd gone as far as getting yourself off three separate times but no matter what you did you couldn't distract yourself from all the dirty thoughts you were having about your boyfriend.

You had woken up early with him when his alarm went off even though you had the day off of work. You always liked waking up with him, even if it was at the ass crack of dawn sometimes. It meant you'd get a few snuggles in with him before he had to leave, which you appreciated since he would often be gone literally all day. Today wasn't any different except you cuddled too long, causing him to be a bit behind on getting ready. He showered faster than you'd ever seen him do. Seonghwa was usually the type to take his time as he took his hygiene and self care routine very seriously. But today he just didn't have the time, he had a photoshoot and various other schedules to get to.

It had all started when he came busting out of the bathroom back into your room, clad in nothing but the small beads of water he had failed to dry off of himself. They sparkled against his tan skin under the dim light of your bedside lamp and his wet hair hung messily around his face. It's not like you hadn't seen Seonghwa naked before, of course you had, plenty of times but there was just something about the way he looked in that moment, naked and wet, that made you instantly want him. You couldn't help this was yours bodies response and Seonghwa couldn't help that he didn't have time to do anything about it. No matter how much you whined about it.

You had eyed him up and down as he walked over to the dresser, definitely not staring at his cock as it hung soft in between his legs and certainly not thinking of making him late by putting it in your mouth. Your lingering gaze didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa as he chuckled, facing away from you while he grabbed his clothing out of the dresser, his cute little ass on display for you. Your panties suddenly soaked at the mere thought of bending him over the dresser so you could play with him. You weren't sure what had come over you so early in the morning, the sun not even up yet, but you were never one to ignore your desires and Seonghwa was never one to deny them.

"Seonghwaaaa." You whined as you crawled to the end of the bed, grabbing his ass playfully as you stood next to him and began to pepper his shoulder with kisses, your other hand playing across his stomach.

"Yesss." He giggled at your actions.

"You can be late can't you?" The hand you'd placed on his stomach flitted up to his chest, your thumb just barely catching one his nipples as your other hand massaged his ass.

"Ughh." He groaned in frustration, his head tilting back slightly. "This is really important, I can't be late today and I'm already running behind- ah!" You had let your hand wander further south to stroke at his slowing hardening cock. He breathed in deeply before catching your wrist in his hand and removing it, apprehensively, from his appendage. "I'm sorry, baby, I really can't."

You groaned but accepted your defeat, telling him it was alright to which he kissed you sweetly on the forehead and promised to make it up to you later when he got home. And it was that promise that had you on the edge of your seat all day.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, you heard the front door unlock. You nearly ran from your spot on the couch to meet him, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw him. He had been styled to all hell, but in the best way possible. He wore a pair of dark slacks, his hair straightened and framing his face perfectly. On top he had a blazer that matched the pants, underneath he appeared to be wearing something very sheer, it piqued your interest.

"Wow." You gawked as you strolled closer to him. "What's all this?"

"Got to keep the outfit today." He beamed.

"It's nice." You fiddled with the front of his jacket, trying to take a peak inside as unobviously as possible but he caught on quickly.

"You wanna see the shirt?" He cocked an eyebrow at you. You only nodded, a devious smirk playing on your lips. He laughed lowly, removing his jacket to reveal a long sleeve blouse, completely sheer and extremely see through. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, gosh he really was so beautiful. "Like it?" As if he even needed to ask, you were practically drooling as you eyed his toned torso throughout the fabric, paying close attention to the way it brushed over his nipples whenever he moved.

"Love it." You answered, placing your hands gingerly on his hips before leaning in to kiss him. "You look sexy, baby."

He didn't bother responding, instead lifting his hands to snake them through your hair as he kissed you back. You groaned into his mouth as you pulled your bodies together, your hands finding their way quickly under his shirt to roam over the soft skin of his back. You stayed like this for a little bit, just kissing, hands roaming, tongues sliding together, breath quickening. His pants did nothing to hide his growing erection, every passing second you could feel him growing harder, pressing into you. You had been waiting all day to touch him, to feel him up against you, to play with him how you knew he liked. Now that you finally had him you were becoming restless more quickly than normal.

Still standing in the entryway, you suggested moving things to your bedroom, he was quick to agree. You could hardly keep your hands off each other as you made your way there, stopping every couple of steps just to kiss and touch.

"Been thinking about you all day, Hwa." You said, your hands chasing after his hips as he backed into your bedroom.

"Oh yeah?" He pulled you flush to him, fingers tickling at your collarbones.

"Mhm." You smirked and dipped your hands down to grab at his belt buckle. "You gonna be a good boy for me?" He nodded as you began to undo his pants, smirking at the effect these simple words had on him. "Yeah?" You unzipped his slacks and pushed your hand into them, feeling his hard cock through his underwear. "Gonna let me play with you until I'm satisfied?"

He groaned at the contact. "God, yes." His normally sweet and innocent eyes had turned lustful in an instant, staring down at you with need.

"So hard already, baby." You continued to palm him through his boxers.

"Been thinking about you all day, too." His fingers dug into the skin of your shoulders as his eyes closed. His mouth fell open slightly as you snaked your hand inside his underpants. You grabbed him gently, stroking his length slowly and running your thumb over his leaking tip. "Can I touch you too? Please."

Without a word you retracted your hand and rid yourself of your top, leaving your chest completely bare for him. "You can touch me up here but not anywhere else yet. Got it?"

"Mhmm." He wasted no time, his hands flying to your tits as soon as you gave him permission. He pinched at your nipples, rolling the hardening buds between his fingers while he kissed down your jaw, relishing in the tiny noises he drew from your lips. "So pretty." He mumbled, his lips making their way to your neck.

He continued to massage your breasts as you returned your hand to it's previous position, allowing the other to explore underneath his top. He loved the way you touched him. Loved how your hands felt as they grazed his stomach and flitted up to caress his chest. He was always so sensitive to your touch, his body jolting at the feeling of your fingers on one of his nipples, a tiny whine escaping him. You let your thumb rub slow circles over the bud as he grabbed your face in both his hands, kissing you hard. You kept your ministrations up as his tongue entered your mouth with ease, tasting you like it was his first time.

Still slowly stroking his cock you pinched and pulled at his nipple, earning yourself a string of whines and groans as his head tilted backward. There was nothing prettier than the sounds he made and you couldn't wait to pull more out of him. "Take you clothes off and get on the bed." You instructed, pulling your hands from him. "But leave this pretty little thing on." You fingered the hem of his shirt.

He followed your instructions immediately, taking his pants and underwear off hurriedly before getting on the bed on his back, propping himself up slightly on the pillows. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking beads of precum onto his skin and shirt as he waited for you to come touch him. He stared at you hungrily, anticipating your next move, the mystery of what you might do sending excitement through him.

Today you weren't going to make him wait, mostly because you were so worked up already yourself. Usually, you'd tease him until he was begging and squirming, which admittedly didn't take all that long. But today you wanted to please him and then make him get you off afterwards, although you knew it wouldn't take anything to convince him. So before joining him on the bed you sauntered over to the closet, grabbing a box from the top shelf. Inside the box was every toy you and Seonghwa owned, save for some things like restraints and lingerie, neither of which were in your plans for the evening. Typically you'd just pick a toy and surprise him but you were feeling generous and wanted to let him choose.

"What do you want today, Hwa?" You asked, peeling the lid from the box and coming to sit beside him.

He looked at you wide eyed, surprised you were asking. "Whatever you want." He answered.

You set the box on the nightstand and touched his thigh gently. "I want you to choose, baby." You smiled, stroking his skin lightly. "Just pick what you want and set it on the bed." You turned your head away, wanting to be surprised.

You felt the bed shift a little underneath you and then heard him sifting through the box before he whispered out a meek "okay."

When you turned back to face him you were surprised to see three toys laid out next to him as opposed to one, which you were expecting. "Aren't we being a little greedy here?" You teased, taking note of the fact that they were all his and none were yours. "These are all for you, what about me?"

He was apologetic immediately. "I-I can put one back or swap one out-"

"Well, we're definitely not doing that." You nearly laughed, closing up the box and placing it on the floor before putting his chosen toys in it's place on the bedside table. "You chose these three things, we're gonna use all three. I guess you'll just have to work extra hard to get me off yourself then, huh?"

"I'll be good, I promise." He sat up, leaning into you, caressing your sides and kissing your shoulder. "Wanna make you cum." His fingers flitted back up to your chest, toying with your nipples once again as you sighed and turned to kiss him.

Before you knew it you were lying on your back, head pressed into the pillows with Seonghwa in between your legs, knuckle deep in your pussy. He had already made you cum once from just his fingers and was now determined to get you off again with his mouth. He loved how you writhed beneath him when he sucked on your clit and pulled at his hair when he curled his fingers inside you just right. You were a wet, sticky mess beneath him, gasping and moaning as your cunt clenched around him repeatedly.

There were few moments were Seonghwa got dominant but with his face pressed in between your thighs he leaned into it quite a bit more, which you never complained about. He'd edge you and overstimulate you until you switched roles again. You'd get this tone in your voice that let him know it was time to stop or give you what you want. And being the good boy that he was, he'd always listen.

"Fuuck." He groaned out, eyes darting upward to look at you, lips still attached to your leaking core. "Taste s'good." You couldn't find it in you to respond, at least not with words. Instead, gripping his hair tighter while grinding against him. While he played the dom part in this position, it was really you who was in control. He knew it, and loved it, wanting nothing more than to be controlled by you. "Fuck yes, baby, fuck my fingers." He was relentlessly pushing his digits in and out of you, an obscene squelching sound filling the air as he licked and sucked on your clit. He felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, watching your eyes roll back. "Gonna cum?"

"Mmm!" You whined, still unable to form a single coherent thought. The only thing on your mind the feeling of Seonghwa's long tongue dipping into your entrance with his fingers, your clit catching on his nose, your whole body seeming to light on fire at the sensation. Seonghwa loved it when you rode his face, wanted to be covered in your slick by the time you were done. You, of course, would grant his wish every time.

As you ground onto him with a tight hold on his hair he groaned lowly into you, the vibration of his voice sending you over the edge. Your body trembled and shook as you came undone, your legs snapping closed around your lover's head as he worked you through your high. As your body went slack he slowed his movements, massaging your thigh with his free hand and peppering kisses along your skin gently. He removed his fingers slowly, rubbing them through your soaked folds a few more times before you gave his hair a harsh tug. He got the message, retracting from your sensitive core completely and lifting his face to stare at you.

With your bare chest heaving, you looked down at him, and what a sight he was. His face glistened with your wetness, smeared across his nose and cheeks, dripped down his chin and with a wide smile and sparkling eyes he licked you off his lips. He sighed out, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, both his arms still hooked around you as he stroked your skin lovingly.

"I did good for you?" He asked.

"So good." You mused, sitting up a bit, your hand still tangled in his dark locks, you pulled him backward. He didn't resist, allowing you to do what you wanted. "Now it's your turn baby boy."

Seonghwa had grabbed three toys, a vibrating cock ring which you planned to put on him right away, and a butt plug and vibrator which you planned to tease him with until he was crying. You made him lie on his back first, sliding the cock ring onto his shaft and placing it just below the head, the vibrating part on the underside where you knew he liked it. He fisted the sheets while you stroked him lazily, not yet turning on the vibrations. His lips trembled as he watched you rub your palm over the head and pump him slowly, little gasps and groans escaping him.

"Feels good?" You questioned, although you already knew the answer.

"Fuck, feels so good." He answered.

"Ready for more?"

"Please." He nodded eagerly.

"Flip over, hands and knees."

He did as you said, switching positions to get on his hands and knees. He knew what was coming of course and his body shook with anticipation. You trailed your hands over his back, massaging him lightly, squeezing his shoulders and neck gently, raking your fingers through his hair. He still wore the shirt he'd come home in, it hung loosely around his shoulders as the hem brushed across the mattress. You let your hands travel down his sides and over his hips before squeezing his plump ass in both your hands, being sure to massage the flesh there too. As you did so he fell forward slightly, now supporting himself on his elbows as his breath quickened.

You grabbed a bottle of lube, dripping some in between his cheeks before coating your index and middle finger in the substance. You carefully rubbed your fingers over his hole, his breath hitching at the contact. You kept a slow pace, prodding your middle finger into his entrance just slightly before removing it to rub over him again. Simultaneously your free hand wandered over his soft skin, squeezing his cock and pinching his nipples, drawing out little whines from him. Any minute now he would start begging you to fill him and fuck him and let him cum. You sunk your middle finger into him completely and he groaned out into the sheets, his fists clenching at the feeling of you moving in and out of him slowly.

"Please, more." There it was. He lifted his head from the pillow it had been shoved into and peered back at you, his big brown eyes pleading as he whimpered for more. "Please, baby."

"Want another finger?" You asked.

"Yes, please." He nodded.

"Since you're being such a good boy."

You complied with his request, slotting your pointer finger in slowly next to your middle finger. He watched you still, mouth agape as you stretched him out, nearly drooling as you pumped you fingers a little faster. He groaned and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure and burying his face back in the pillows. Eventually your fingers moved quickly in and out of him, your other hand nonstop toying with his nipples. His body was shaking with every thrust of your fingers, moans and whimpers escaping him as you pinched and pulled at his sensitive buds which were now red from being played with. You purposely avoided touching his leaking cock all that much, wanting him as desperate as possible.

"P-please, fuck me." He whined into the pillow, his hips moving involuntarily with the motions of your hand. "Fuck, pleeease."

"You want your toy now, baby?" You slowed your movements, finally dropping your hand down from his chest to stroke at his cock, red and leaking all over the sheets.

"Yes, y-yes, want you to fuck me." He pleaded, voice shaking, taking on a high pitched tone. "P-please, please, I've been so good. Been a good boy. Wanna cum." He babbled on.

"You have been a good boy." You agreed, carefully removing your fingers from him. "My good boy." You grabbed his vibrator from the nightstand, lubing it up generously. It was certainly larger than your two fingers, but you knew he could take it. You rubbed the toy over his hole, prodding his entrance with the tip of it. "You're such a little slut, Seonghwa," He groaned. "Asking me to fuck you with three different toys. Begging me to fill you up."

"Yes, please, f-fill me, please." He was grinding his hips back onto the toy, desperate for it to enter him.

"You love it when I stretch you out? Fuck your tight little hole until you're crying?" You started to push the toy into him at an extremely slow pace.

"Please please please." He begged. "Please, more. Want m- unghh." He moaned as you turned on the vibrations, pushing it in further.

"I love it when you beg me, baby." You reached for his cock again, this time flicking on the cock ring. His whole body shuddered as you did so, causing the toy to slip in further and the most obscene sounds to fall from his lips. You began to slowly move the toy in and out of him, pushing it deeper with each thrust as you pumped his cock in unison. "Doing such a good job." You praised. "Taking it so well, Hwa. Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" He nearly shouted. "F-fuck, it feels so good. Love when you fuck me."

You continued like this for a little while, fucking him harder and faster but not yet letting the toy sink all the way in. You were honestly surprised he hadn't cum yet with the way he was mewling and gasping for air. At the very least you knew he must be close.

"D-deeper." He whimpered. "Need it deeper."

"Oh yeah? My baby boy wants the whole thing?" He nodded eagerly and whined when you gave him what he wanted. With the entire length of the vibrator sheathed inside him you released his cock from your hold and brought your fingers up to curl harshly into his hair. You pulled his face up from where it was in the pillow, his eyes wide as he looked back at you, face flushed, a bit of drool dribbling down his chin. You were no longer moving the toy in and out of him, instead just letting it sit inside him as it buzzed. Nearly every breath he exhaled was accompanied by a broken whimper, his mouth agape as he stared at you with all the admiration in the world. Without warning him you turned the vibrations up, hitting the button twice to put it at it's highest setting.

"Ah!" His breath hitched violently, the muscles in his back and arms tensing. His tanned skin now glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Please keep f-fucking me. Wanna cum. Let me cum please."

"Seonghwa, you can cum whenever you want, my prince."

"Mm-mm." He shook his head. "Don't wanna cum unless you- unless you're fucking me. Need you to fuck me." His voice trembled as he spoke and the way his fingers dug into the pillow told you he was holding back on purpose.

"Fuck, Seonghwa." You groaned at the sight of him, the throbbing in your pussy growing greater by the second. "Just need to have your ass fucked, huh?" You began to do as he asked, moving the toy in and out of him again, your other hand still gripping his hair. "Can't cum unless I play with your little ass? Fuck, look how good you're taking it." You released his hair, smacking his ass hard. He let out a high pitched strangled moan.

"Harder, please." He whined and you complied. Though you weren't sure if he meant fuck him harder or smack his ass harder, you opted to just do both. Going as fast and hard as your tired wrist would allow you to with the toy you slapped his cheeks a few more times, red marks beginning to form immediately. He was shaking now, a near constant stream of whimpers escaping his throat.

"Wanna cum?" You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

"Yes, yes, yes." He cried.

"Play with your cock then." You demanded.

He did as you said, snaking a hand underneath his torso to stroke himself needily. "Ahhh, I'm g-gonna cum, gonna cum for you."

"Dirty boy. Gonna cum from getting your ass fucked?"

"Yes! Fuuuuck." He was pumping his cock quickly, hips stuttering as he tried to simultaneously fuck into his fist and move his ass back on the toy. "Right there, oh fuck, don't stop!"

"When you cum you're gonna catch it all in your hand, understood?"

"Mmmmf!" He nodded.

"That's my good boy."

With your praise he fell apart, his other hand coming down to catch his release as his entire body shook. His voice cracked as he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape as he rode out his high.

"Good fucking boy, cumming so much for me." You continued to praise him as he shot his load into his hand. "Make sure you don't drop any or you'll be in trouble."

Once the trembling in his his legs died down you removed the vibrator carefully, setting it aside before turning off his cock ring. Seonghwa stayed in his position, face down, ass up, chest heaving, tiny sounds still managing to be heard from him.

"On your back now." You helped him turn over, gazing at his fucked out face. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed red and he glistened with sweat everywhere. "Use your cum as lube, I'm gonna ride you." You instructed, grabbing his butt plug off the nightstand. "And get this nice and wet for me." You presented it to him and he followed your directions, lubing himself up with his own release, gasping and whining at the feeling of overstimulating his softening cock. He then reached his hand out to rub it around the butt plug and without having to be asked shifted the cock ring to rest at the base of his shaft instead of the head. "You're being so good for me, baby." You cooed, rubbing the flesh of his thighs gently. "Now show me your little ass. You want it plugged up don't you?"

He nodded fervently. Hooking his hands behind his knees, not seeming to care one bit that one of them was fully covered in his arousal, he pulled them towards his chest, displaying himself for you just as you'd asked. His cock twitched against his stomach as he stared down at you In between his legs, rubbing the plug over his abused hole. He was fully hard again almost immediately, throwing his head back with his eyebrows threaded together as you pushed the plug past his rim. He squeaked when the plug settled fully in his asshole and you ran your hands along his legs, admiring him spread out before you.

"So pretty, Hwa." You complimented, pulling his legs back down onto the mattress and straddling him. "My gorgeous boy." You slotted your wet pussy right over his dick, grinding yourself over him, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands grabbed at your ass, encouraging you to continue to move. A bit of the cum that was still left on his hand now transferred to your skin but you didn't care, you'd both need a shower after this anyways. "This shirt looks so good on you, baby." You sat up a bit to trace his collarbones and shoulders through the sheer material before bringing your fingers down to his nipples, circling your thumbs over them gently. His breath caught in his throat, his body jumping slightly. "Awe, my baby's so sensitive." You pushed his shirt up, bending down to attach your mouth to one of his nipples, circling your tongue around it and nipping at it carefully with your teeth as you continued to pinch and pull at the other. This earned you a series of whines and his hands in your hair.

"Fuck. Please, wanna be inside you." He breathed.

"Oh yeah?" You pulled away from his chest and his own hands found their way to your breasts, giving you the same treatment he'd just received. You sighed out and closed your eyes. "Want you inside me too, Hwa."

You reached down and turned the vibrations back on his cock ring, causing him to jolt at the sensation. You pumped his hard cock a few times, sliding the tip through your folds and over your clit, both of you moaning. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length, the cock ring coming in contact with your clit as he bottomed out. You planted your hands on his chest as he grabbed at your hips, looking up at you with stars in his eyes, eyebrows pinching, mouth agape.

"Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good." His fingers dug into your flesh as you began to move.

Before long you were riding him like your life depended on it, bouncing on his cock quickly. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, as did both of your obscene moans. You were close to cumming already, the feeling of his fat cock filling you over and over mixed with the vibrations of the cock ring hitting your clit every time you came down on him causing you immense pleasure. Seonghwa didn't look like he was going to last long either, his fucked out expression only worsening with time, tears forming in his eyes, a few escaping. His overly sensitive cock just taking what you gave him. Eventually you collapsed onto his chest, grinding your clit over the cock ring while kissing his neck fervently, nibbling at his earlobe, making sure to whine right in his ear.

"Fuck, you're gonna cum aren't you?" He asked, voice cracking, slapping your ass harshly as you nodded into his shoulder. "Fuck yes, baby, cum on my cock." He encouraged, smacking your ass again. "Gonna cum with you. Gonna fill up your pussy. Can I? Fill up your slutty little cunt?"

“Fuck yes, Seonghwa.” You gripped his hair, feeling the coil within you getting dangerously close to snapping with his words. “Be a good boy, cum inside me. Fuuuck, I love your cock.”

“Please! Please cum!” He shouted suddenly. “S’too much, I can’t.” He let the tears flow freely now, it appeared he had been holding them in. With his arms wrapped around your torso he held your body tightly to his, with his eyes squeezed shut and his little sobs falling right into your ear. “Please, need you to cum. Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t.”

You felt his fingers digging into your back, his body shaking beneath you as he cried. You knew if he truly didn’t want to continue he’d use your safe word. Seonghwa took pleasure in the immense overstimulation and enjoyed crying for you because he knew you liked it when he did. “Yes, you c-can, Seonghwa. Doing so good, baby, just a little more- ohh shit.” You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, the heat in your core building. You wrapped your fingers around his neck, applying some pressure. “Cumming, Hwa, m’cumming! Fill up my pussy, baby.”

Didn’t have to tell him twice, he came immediately as your cunt clenched around him, both of your bodies shaking as you climaxed together. He let a loud, broken sob as he released deep into you. You both rode out your orgasms, panting and whining, Seonghwa still crying. After a minute, both your highs died down and you lied on top of him, sticky skin sticking to his as you released your heavy grip on his throat. He tapped at your back quickly.

“P-please, t-turn it off.” You had almost forgotten about the cock ring buzzing around his length. He sniffled as he spoke, his voice sounding pained. “Please! Turn if off, t-turn it off!”

You almost didn’t, considering keeping it on and fucking him again. But with the way he was crying and shaking you thought he might not be able to handle anymore. So you complied with his request, sitting up just enough to reach in between your sweat covered bodies and turn off the toy.

“There you go, baby.” You cooed, petting his face sweetly. He let out a sigh of relief, a jumble of quiet and tired “thank you’s” falling from his swollen lips. His head slumped to the side as his body calmed down a bit. “My prince looks so pretty when he cries.”

You kissed his jaw gently, swiping some of his tears away. You stayed like that for a little while longer, his cock softening inside you as you continued to stroke his skin softly and pepper him with gentle kisses. You couldn’t bring yourself to part from him yet, wanting to be connected to him forever. His breathing eventually slowed, his crying nearly subsided and he began to run his own fingers along your back. You felt his cum dripping out of you, spilling out down the sides of his shaft. You reached your hand in between your bodies once again, this time to collect some of the sticky substance that was dribbling out of you. You swiped your fingers around his dick and through your folds before bringing them up to his face.

“Open up.” You said softly. “Look at me.”

He obeyed. Opening his mouth and jutting his tongue out slightly while simultaneously opening his watery eyes to look at you. You slid your three fingers along his tongue and he closed his lips around them as you pushed them back into his mouth.

“Mmm.” He groaned around your digits.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised. “Do you taste good?”

He nodded and continued sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them and swallowing down the mixture of both your juices. When you removed your fingers he opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to show you he had swallowed it all. When he closed his mouth he puckered his lips cutely, silently asking you for a kiss. You obliged, pressing your lips sweetly onto his, parting his lips with your tongue. The salty taste of his own cum lingered and you could faintly taste it as you lazily made out. Before long you could feel him hardening inside you once again.

“Getting hard again, Hwa.” You whispered into his ear, placing chaste kisses along his jaw.

“Can’t help it.” He said quietly. “Pussy’s so warm around me.”

“You wanna go again?” You asked, very gently rocking your hips once. He immediately dug his fingers into your side, holding your firmly in place and shaking his head.

“No, can’t.” He almost sounded like he was going to cry again. “Please, can’t go again.”

“Shh, okay, it’s okay.” You pet his hair and carefully lifted yourself off of him. “No more tonight, baby, you did so good for me.” You continued talking to him as you sat beside him and reached down to remove the cock ring, trying your best to distract him from the feeling. “You wanna take a bath?” You began to pull the ring up his shaft slowly and his hands fisted into the sheets. He nodded, squeezing his eyes closed. “Okay, good. We’ll get you all cleaned up.” You wiggled the ring over the head of his cock, which was now bright red and overly sensitive. He sucked in sharply, a tiny squeak leaving the back of his throat as you the ring brushed over his sensitive tip. “Good job, honey.” You set the cock ring to the side and rubbed his arms lovingly. “You okay?”

He released the sheets from his tight grip and placed both his hands on your thighs, a tired smile spreading across his lips as he stared up at you. “I’m okay, my love. You take such good care of me.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled his face into your palm, giving you a kiss there. “Let’s get you into that bath then.” You leant down and kissed him. “Wanna cuddle.”

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Boredom, Disinterest, & Intimidation.

Summary: Jungkook's in that suit and he's bored and you're not impressed by much...except for him. and then you fuck him in a public restroom.

(A/N: WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! for the anon requesting striped suit jk...I got severely carried away this is so much longer than I intended...feedback is appreciated.)

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You weren't impressed by much.

Men were too boring to be impressive most of the time. They watered their personalities down, made themselves too accessible to be deemed worth it for your effort. Basically, you thought you were better than most of them. Your friends said you should lower your standards or risk being forever alone, but you didn't really understand why that was such a bad thing. At least you liked your own company, preferring to fly solo most of the time.

That's what you were doing at the event you were at, a networking thing that your company sent you to in order to make connections in different industries your CEO was interested in. You were the go-to for this sort of thing, where you had to be coy and work a room with no commitment.

You stared at the glass in your hand, wondering how many flutes of champagne the woman standing next you had consumed. She swayed off beat to the instrumental music playing and you couldn't help but guess that it wasn't a lack of rhythm that was causing it. Someone called your name and you lifted your gaze, falling on a bulky looking man with a kind smile. You recognized him as the PR connection your company had, one who was in charge of not only your own company but several larger clients in the entertainment industry. You smiled at him easily, floating over to where he was.

"Let me introduce you to my friends, they're in the music industry." He said pleasantly, gesturing to the group of men standing beside him.

You scanned the group neutrally, recognizing them instantly. Of course you knew who they were. You wondered why you were being introduced to them but soon connected the dots when you heard they were looking to explore the possibility of expanding their tour set-ups, primarily in the technology area, an aspect your company could help with. The tallest man did most of the speaking, his warm smile and easy going humor making it easy to see why countless people were in love with him. Your eyes stuck on another member of the group however, one standing towards the back with an uninterested look on his face.

While the rest of the men looked towards you eagerly when you spoke about previous experiences with audio and performance oriented tech expansions, he stared off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You studied his figure- black and grey striped suit tailored to a tee, skimming the length of his lean body. Straight shoulders, thin waist, legs for days- his proportions were scientifically perfect. His hair was gelled and neatly parted, jet black matching the inky color of his eyes. Everything about him was unapproachable, from the bored purse of his lips to the eyebrow piercing that reflected the light in a sort of warning. Another one of the group began saying something, sparking his attention.

His eyes flickered to you, flying over you at first and then doubling back to study you more closely. He frowned slightly, blinking a couple times before realizing you were staring back at him, refusing to look away.

"Seems like they're about to start the dinner, where are you seated?" Someone asked you, causing you to tear your eyes from his.

You just happened to be seated across from the man in the striped suit, who's name you had heard a couple times but had forgotten since you didn't personally pay attention to things like that. You ignored him and the way he slouched over in his chair, pushing his hips forwards with his neck stretched to the side so his head could rest back on the chair, watching the rest of the room out of the corner of his eye as if he couldn't be bothered to interact with it himself. He was distractingly handsome, chiseled jaw cutting a sharp line through space.

You started a conversation with a woman to your left who ran a charity organization or something, the details weren't really sticking in your mind since a certain someone had decided instead of zoning out, he'd zero in on you with total focus. You turned your head slowly towards him when you couldn't take the tension you felt from seeing his gaze locked on you out of the corner of your eye anymore, the knot of anticipation only tightening when you noted his smirk.

"Do you normally stare at people?" You asked in a flat tone.

"No," He said simply. "I actually make it a point not to make eye contact with people at these sorts of things. I'm making an exception."

He leaned forward in his chair, face tilted slightly so he was looking up at you through his eyelashes. You resisted the urge to squirm in your chair- this wasn't you. You didn't get intimidated easily, you were the one doing the intimidation usually. He rolled his broad shoulders back, sitting up straight as if to let you get a better look at him.

"Don't bother," You quipped.

"Aren't you bored?" He asked, a slightly surprised expression breaking the air of neutrality around him. "Don't you want to do something fun?"

"I'm working, I don't worry about having fun while I'm on the clock." You said, rolling your eyes before refocusing on the conversation you were having before as the appetizers were served. He was right though, things like this were incredibly boring. Rarely did you ever have fun at company events. You thanked the waiter, words hitching slightly when you felt a stiff shoe glide by your heeled foot, an ankle hooking around yours brashly. You blinked and looked back towards the man in the striped suit, a neutral expression on his face other than slight lift of his eyebrow, the silver hardware of his piercing sparkling. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to resist saying anything, trying to stop the heat pooling towards your lap.

You looked away quickly and he laughed, it's charming silvery tone ringing in your ears in a way that only distracted you further. You pushed your foot against his unconsciously, rolling your ankle around his as you carried on listening to the conversation around. It wasn't until he pulled away from you, touch ripped away that you realized you had been so forward with your actions. You watched him rise out of his chair, body limber and lean, looking down at you with a menacing intensity. He quirked his eyebrow again and you watched him stalk off towards were you knew the bathroom of the restaurant to be.

Even his walk was distracting, the way his shoulders rolled, hands swinging slightly, practically gliding across the room.

"What were you saying?" The woman next to you asked, tapping on your shoulder.

"I," You started, still staring off in the direction he disappeared to. "I was saying that...You know, I actually will be right back, I have to make a phone call."

You got up quickly before you really knew what you were doing, pushing through the waiters still trying to serve the large room full of VIPs. You passed the hallway to the bathroom when a hand snaked out and yanked you to the side, a now familiar pair of eyes staring down at you.

"I thought you didn't want to have fun?" He asked, a small smile on his face.

"I'm making an exception," You mocked, repeating his words from earlier before kissing him brashly.

His lips were soft on yours, tongue fighting against yours for control of the kiss almost instantly. His hands smoothed down your body and pushed you into the bathroom, ass pressing against the countertop. You matched his ferocity, biting down on his lip and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you. He lifted you onto the countertop, hands still kneading any part of you he could get his hands on. His hand settled on the jut of your hip, breath panting out as he moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there.

"Don't fucking leave a mark," You snapped, words venomous despite your hands pulling him between your knees. You hooked your legs around his figure, sighing as he pushed a sleeve of your dress off your shoulder and bit down on the space of your skin that was previously covered, laving over the spot with tongue.

"I'll be careful," he promised, "No one will see. My name's Jungkook, by the way."

You felt a lick of heat in the pit of your stomach, something animalistic that told you to keep going, ask for more, demand it from him. You didn't bother telling him your name and he didn't ask for it, pushing a hand up your dress instead. His hand rubbed circles on your skin and you realized he had rings on, cool metal pressing into the flesh of your thigh. Your brain felt like it was fizzing out, dial tones going off instead of coherent thoughts. God, why did his hands feel so good on your body? Why was he such a good kisser? What cologne was he wearing?

"Tell me to stop," He dared, pulling his lips off of you. He rested his forehead on the top of your shoulder, hand freezing in place. You said nothing, watching instead as he tilted his head back up to you with a surprised expression.

"Don't," You mumbled, voice so quiet you'd think he didn't hear you if he didn't smile at you. It wasn't a smirk this time, not a sly little expression, no cockiness in sight. He looked...sweet. Pretty. His eyes were sparkly and his cheeks fluffed up when he smiled like this, nose crinkling slightly. You felt your heart pang and wondered what the fuck was happening to you- who the hell was this guy?

"You wanna get fucked by a stranger in a random bathroom?" He grinned, going back to the cocky motherfucker you had known all night. He stood to his full height, hand still kneading into your skin as he gazed down at you, eyes catching on your parted lips. He tilted his head and leaned in, stopping just shy of contact. You skated a hand down his body, pressing fingertips against the firm abs you could outline under the silky material of his shirt, smiling slightly when you heard his breathing stop as you dragged your palm over the crotch of his pants, outlining his hard cock with your fingernail and wrapping your hand over it. You squeezed lightly, feeling Jungkook's fingers push up your leg and pull your panties to the side, "You're interesting." He mumbled, frowning slightly.

"No, I'm not," You said flatly, just before he dragged a finger through your folds. You breathed in sharply, feeling him brush past your clit and press down lightly, hips bucking up slightly. He thrust two fingers in you suddenly and you moaned. Jungkook kissed you, muffling your noises of need with his mouth on yours. Your back arched up to him, mind completely blank as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Slow-"

"No, fast." He grunted, "Gotta open your tight little pussy up if you want my cock. You do want my cock, right baby?"

You kissed him desperately, feeling his fingers split and scissor inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing into your clit in rough motions. Nothing about what he was doing to you was gentle or soft, pushing you, stretching your limits, teasing you where he could.

"Yeah," You nodded, "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."

Your breathing became labored and you felt your chest heave as he curled his fingers, looking for a certain spot until a jab of his fingers had you spasming. He kissed you still, smirking against your lips as he angled his fingers to hit the same spot over and over until he had you cumming around his hands, wrapped around his finger like a cute little bow, willing and able to do anything he wanted you to. He was staring at you again, inky eyes locked on your face, scanning your expression as you came like he was trying to memorize it. He pulled his hand away too quickly, taking your panties with him.

Jungkook tucked your now ruined lace panties in his suit pocket and gazed at you, grinning as he unzipped his pants, "Okay, I'm gonna fuck you now."

"Okay," You said weakly, feeling your pussy spasm around nothing.

He shuffled closer to you, standing in between your legs as he pumped his cock. You peered down, wanting to see what his cock looked like before it entered you. Shit- he was huge. Maybe he should've used another finger. You watched him reach in his wallet and pull out a condom, tearing it open quickly before rolling it over his cock. You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing how much this was about to sting.

"What? Nervous? Wanna stop?" Jungkook asked, tilting your head back up to look at him with a finger underneath your chin.

You locked eyes with him, eyes warm and inviting. His lips were flushed pink and had some of your lipgloss smudged on them, cheeks flushed and a glow on his skin. He was really pretty like this. He was just pretty in general. No, you definitely didn't want to stop.

"No," You said simply, "I want you."

He smiled and nodded shortly, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in with one smooth motion, "What pretty girl wants, pretty girl gets."

You laughed shakily, leaning into the slight burn of his cock splitting you open, "Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want," He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before starting to move his hips, cock pulling and pushing against your pussy walls. "Shit- you feel really fucking good around me."

You moaned at his words, feeling his hips snap back, pulling his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in. You were glad you were sitting on the countertop, you weren't sure your legs were working at the moment, curled tightly around Jungkook's body. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling your dress up and out of the way so he could watch your pussy take him, liking the wet noises that came along with how turned on you were.

"So wet, you have a crush on me or something?" He joked, laughing in a dry sort of way. You rolled your eyes and gripped a hand over his bicep, digging your nails into the muscle there underneath his suit jacket.

His thrusts quickened and he released one of your hips to slip his fingers around where your pussy was stretched around his cock, rubbing the folds there, adding stimulation that ripped the air from your body, making your head spin, body beginning to float away to nothingness.

"You're so fucking sexy," You moaned, gazing at him and the look of total concentration on his face as he fucked you into the bathroom countertop. His brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his face, pink tongue sticking out between his lips slightly. There was no way there was another guy on the planet like him- no one was this attractive.

You saw him blush and look up towards you nervously, suddenly shy to make eye contact, "Yeah? Y-you are too."

It was your time to smirk, rolling your body onto his. You felt his fingers latch onto your clit, rubbing incessantly. You clenched your pussy around him and he groaned, keening over and smashing his face into the crook of your neck, breath stuttering. He changed his pace suddenly, rolling his hips onto yours with an even faster speed you didn't know was possible. He was precise, pushing on the sensitive spot in your pussy with his fingers on your clit matching, pulsing, squeezing, tugging sharply.

"Your pussy felt so good cumming around my fingers," He mumbled against your skin, "Wanna feel it around my cock too, can you do that for me?"

"Okay, only because you asked so nicely." You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze your side in response. He bit down on the same spot of your shoulder he did earlier and that was it- you were unraveling around him in an uncontrollable way. You whined out his name over and over, triggering his own release as his hips finally faltered, shoving against yours for the last time. He stilled in you, moaning against your skin in that silvery tone that rang out like a bell in your ears. You felt him empty into the condom that separated yourself from him, feeling oddly angry that he had worn one to begin with.

You had just gotten fucked hard and were already wondering what it would feel like to have him do it again without a condom, what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cum. You squeezed around him unintentionally, getting turned on again at the thought. He winced, feeling oversensitive and pulled out of you slowly. His hands were shaking slightly, pulling off the condom and tying it closed before throwing it away in the trashcan.

You pulled your dress down as you caught your breath, floating back down to earth. Your eyes fell on the clock- you had been gone for 20 minutes.

"I should've been back at the table already," You noted, staring at the clock.

Jungkook tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his appearance, frowning at the mirror, "I should've kept fucking you for longer."

You laughed and ran a hand through your hair, "Maybe I should just go home- it'll be suspicious if we both go back at this point and I've made enough conversation for the night."

Jungkook stood in front of you, looking too happy but otherwise rid of all evidence of being freshly fucked, "Give me your number at least, I want to see you again."

You pursed your lips and debated it for a moment, staring at the hopeful look on his face. Normally, you'd say no. But something about him...

"Fine," You said nonchalantly. "But don't expect anymore exceptions from me. I'm hard work."

"I'm okay with that," He grinned, pulling his phone out quickly.

You really hoped that he was because he officially impressed you.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Tripped Into Love ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, friends to lovers, opposites attract, best friends friend, fluffy yoongi, yoongi having a crush on the reader

Yoongi was 100% without a doubt in love with you. There was something about the way you dressed. The way you acted. The way you held yourself. You were the complete opposite of everything he was and everything he thought he wanted in a partner. Everything about you had him head over heels in love with you. 

From the moment he met you he knew there was something about you that drew him in. Something that made him feel as though he could never let you out of his life. Jungkook wanted you all to meet and so he set it up, way back before everyone debuted. Yoongi figured you would be exactly like Jungkook but he couldn’t have been more wrong. The fact that Jungkook felt the need to warn the boys about you should have been his first guess that you were nothing as he was expecting but in a good way.

“Just remember I said Y/n can get a little excited over things, and when she sees something she thinks is cute she’ll keep telling you how cute she finds it,” Yoongi rolled his eyes at the persistent Jungkook. He’d been going on for the last hour about you. His best friend. Someone he’d known since the two of you was able to walk and talk. Jungkook just wanted to prepare Yoongi about you, he knew how temperamental Yoongi could get with things and he didn’t want there to be any issues.

“I told you, I’ll say hello and leave.” Yoongi reminded him as he sat on the dorms sofa and waited for the doorbell to ring. Jungkook wanted you to meet everybody since you were going to be seeing them all a lot more now your best friend was going to be training more.

“That’s her,” Jungkook breathed out as he walked over to the door calling you to come in. Yoongi couldn’t see you at first because Jungkook had his arms wrapped around your body. 

“Come in, this is Jimin and you already know Tae.” Yoongi kept his eyes on the door waiting for your arrival and when it finally came his jaw almost dropped open. Not only were you beautiful but you seemed so happy to be there. A smile plastered across your face as you held up a bag for Jungkook to see, 

“I got everyone something. I couldn’t resist.” Taking the bag over to the coffee table in front of Yoongi you smiled at him and his heart practically lept from his chest. The way you smiled at him did all sorts of things he never thought would happen. 

“I’m Y/n,” You shook his hand and he smiled, beginning to stammer over his words trying to introduce himself to you. Never in a million years had he ever been this shy around someone. 

“That’s Yoongi, he’s one of our rappers,” Jimin said as he sat beside Yoongi, poking his side and earning a death glare from Yoongi. 

“I can tell,” You joked about the way he was stammering and let out the most heavenly giggle Yoongi had ever heard in his life. It was something he would feature in the back of a song if you would ever let him.

“What did you get us?” Jungkook asked as he stood beside you trying to peek into the bag. You smirked before rummaging through it. Yoongi still couldn’t take his eyes off you. The dress you were wearing looked as though it had been plucked from a barbie doll but it wasn’t anything too much for the eyes. A simple A-Line dress that went to below your knees, short puffy sleeves with a lace-up-front. Covered in cute strawberries. You had paired it with a pair of pink vans and Yoongi instantly could tell what your favourite colour was from the first look at you. 

“Yoongi!” Taehyung began snapping his fingers in front of Yoongi’s face to pull him back into the conversation. All of the boys were staring at him holding cute stuffed animals while you grinned at him. There was clearly something on his mind that was taking up his attention but you had no idea that it was you.

“I got you one too,” You smiled holding up a black and white stuffed cat. It was larger than a small sofa cushion and adorable. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile even more as he took it from you carefully, giving it a small squeeze. 

The boys all exchanged looks with one another as Yoongi had a slight blush to his cheeks. It was shocking for them to see him so shy in front of someone but they were going to enjoy seeing him like this for a while. 

“I figured since Jungkook always tells me how much you look like a kitty,” You smiled sweetly at him and he couldn’t help but smile more. Not only was it a kind gesture but it was something he never would have expected. 

“I love him,” He breathed out as he looked up at you. Jungkook could already see what was beginning to happen and he wasn’t going to put a stop to it. Only encourage it, it would be a breath of fresh air to see Yoongi so happy around someone. 

Yoongi stayed longer in the living room with you and Jungkook, agreeing to watch any movie with you that you were willing to put on. He never would have pegged himself as the guy to sit and watch copious amounts of Disney movies just because someone asked him to.

Smiling to himself Yoongi bopped the cat toy you had gotten him on the nose, he had kept it for eight years and kept him on his desk in each studio he stayed in. It never left his side unless he went home for the night. It had been eight years of Yoongi being in love with you and he had never once admitted to you or confessed to you that it was all happening. Why would he want to ruin something that was already perfect? 

Jungkook knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you and had confronted Yoongi about it trying to convince his Hyung to tell you the truth. That he would feel even better once the feelings were out in the open. But he never did. He never wanted to risk the friendship that you and Jungkook had, nor did he want to ruin the friendship you and he had. 

The two of you had begun to get close over the years, hanging out together whenever Jungkook was busy or just because you wanted to be around one another. The two of you had movie nights, take-out nights and even lunch dates together. You knew what he was like for forgetting to eat so you made sure to bring him a homecooked lunch at least once a week, two if you could push it. 

Yoongi figured it was something you did for Jungkook as a friend and he let it continue on, having no idea that it was because you were head over heels in love with him. 

The moment you met him you couldn’t help but feel a yearn for him. You needed to be around him at all times or you would feel sort of lost without him. It was hard to explain and you had tried to explain it to Jungkook too many times you were beginning to lose count. 

“I thought we were going to have lunch,” You complained to Jungkook as he stood inside one of the dance studios sweating and panting heavily. It was your annual lunch in the HYBE canteen.

“I got caught up in a late practice. I’ll be out in an hour or two,” You rolled your eyes at him playfully before agreeing to go off on your own. It wasn’t the first time he had suddenly become busy while you were supposed to visit him. The joys of being friends with a kpop idol.  

It wasn’t as though you were going to be bored you could just go and sit with Namjoon or Yoongi. Whichever you happened to run into first on your way up to their studios.

“Hey! I thought you were going to lunch,” Namjoon’s voice filled the hallway and Yoongi frowned as he turned to look at who he was talking to. He’d gone out to get a small cup of coffee before going back on his break. He thought he was the only one around on the floor.  

As soon as his eyes landed on you he couldn’t help but smile. Your back was to him but he could already tell it was you because of the outfit. A soft pink jumper and matching plaid skirt, your pair of pink vans that Yoongi had gotten you for Christmas. 

The fact that you wore them almost every day bought a huge smile to Yoongi’s face whenever he saw you. It was secret Santa with the boys and Yoongi swapped with everyone until he got you. 

“Jungkook is practising so I was coming up to see if you or Yoongi were free,” Yoongi’s heart almost combust hearing that you wanted to spend time with him. Whenever you were around him it felt as though he was going to have a heart attack or at least have his heart suddenly burst out from his chest and confess to you itself. 

“Well, I’m not but I think Yoongi might be considering he’s staring at us,” Yoongi felt himself beginning to burn up as your body turned around to see him. Standing there holding a paper cup of coffee and smiling shyly over at you. The sight alone was enough to make you smile and heart sing, 

“Thanks, Joonie,” You hugged him goodbye before rushing over to join Yoongi beside his studio door.

“If you’re doing something I don’t have to.” You didn’t want to ever push your presence onto anybdoy but Yoongi shook his head at you. There was nothing that could stop him from inviting you into his studio. Spending more and more time with you. 

“I’m free, you can come and sit with me. I just finished a song, you can help me decide if I like it.” He smirked a little as you began to jump up and down on the spot getting excited at the thought of seeing a sneak peek of a song. 

“I think this will be the first time you’ve ever allowed me into the studio…” He thought back on all of the times you had been there and it was true. Mostly because he never wanted you to see him working, he would drown out the world and end up ignoring you. Or there was the possibility that you being in his studio would be far more distracting and he didn’t think he would be able to concentrate on anything but you. 

“It’s nothing much,” He pushed in the password and you looked away. You knew how private Yoongi was about things and you didn’t want him to have to change the password because you had seen it.  

“Welcome,” He breathed out as he pushed the door open.

Eyes dancing around the studio you couldn’t help but smile at everything around you, looking at the huge audio mixer, three monitors that were at his set up. Two on the desk and a larger flatscreen mounted onto the wall above his desk. There was a keyboard beside the desk that was put away whenever he wasn’t using it. A sofa sitting on the opposite side where the boys would sit and a small recording booth to the side. 

“This place is huge,” You gasped out as you looked at his desk. The mixer took up a little more than half of the desk, then there was a keyboard and mouse ready for him to use. 

As you were about to ask about what every button did on the mixer you saw it. It being the cat you had gotten for him all of those years ago. To your knowledge, the rest of the boys just put them away never to be seen again but the cat was there. Dressed in a miniature version of Yoongi’s Daechwita outfit. 

“You kept him?" There was genuine surprise in your voice as you looked at the small animal sitting there.

"Of course, you gave him to me and I love him." He chuckled watching you as you began to pick up the stuffed animal. Holding it close to your chest, 

"So cute! Did you get this made for him?" You questioned looking at the small outfit. It had every last detail from Yoongi's rags outfit in the video on the teddy. 

"Yeah, I got it made after the video dropped." It was a lie. He got it custom made the moment you told Yoongi how much you loved the video on set. 

He'd invited Jungkook to film with him and you'd tagged along to watch everything for the two days of filming. Watching Yoongi act tough as Agust D always made you feel something inside you couldn't quite explain. Even when he was dressed in the rags it made your heart skip and your stomach flip. 

"I love the video and song so much," You admitted as you put the cat down onto the desk. 

The video shoot had been one of the most amazing two days of your life. Yoongi had tried to convince you to get in the video but you declined, just wanting to watch the master at work. 

"Do you remember when you burnt your hand?" You looked at him remembering the scene where he had been bound near fire. He'd accidentally slipped and burnt his hands on one of the metal holders when he was trying to impress you. 

"How could I forget?" He whined looking at the small burn on the back of his hand, nothing large but just a small pink mark where he had gone into contact with the metal bowl. 

"It healed nicely," You told him as you took his hand into yours to take a look at the mark. Your fingers softly running over the faint mark as you inspected it. Yoongi's heart lept into his throat as you held his hand. A spark radiating from his entire body.

"Only because you made me ice it right away," He reminded you,

"Because you would have scared a lot worse if I didn’t." You scolded him as you began to look over his hand, letting go of it and smiling. When he did it he tried to act tough, as though it hadn’t bothered him but you could tell by the look in his eyes that day that it hurt more than he was willing to let on.

The two of you sat down on the sofa looking at one another. Talking about anything and everything that came to your mind. You were in the middle of planning your next movie night together when he suggested a horror movie.

"I'm telling you, there is no way on this earth you can get me to watch a horror movie with you," You complained as he continued to beg you. To you, it was just a horror movie but to Yoongi it was going to be a ticket into getting you to hold you in his arms. 

"Why not? I'll be there to protect you." He announced clearly as you shook your head,

"Protect me? Who's going to protect you!" You laughed rolling your head down onto the sofa and shaking it. 

"There is no way," You repeated to him and he pouted a little. There had to be a way to get you to watch a movie like that with him. 

"What if I asked really, really nicely." He pleaded, you looked up at him before sitting straight. 

"How would you do that?" Yoongi sat up straight and looked at you, eyes turning into puppy dog eyes as he begged you.

"Will you, Y/n Y/l/n, like to watch a horror movie with me? Pretty please," You scoffed at him, 

"Have to do better than that." You told him clearly as you waited for him to continue on. Yoongi nodded,

"I'll bring you chocolates, flowers, and a new stuffed animal.” The idea made you smile a lot more than if it was something between friends.

"It'll be like a date," Your mouth spoke before your brain even had time to register what it was that you were saying. The two of you froze. Yoongi didn't laugh and neither did you. You just stared at him wondering what to say next.

"A date...Would that be a bad thing?" His voice came out soft. He was testing the waters to see what you would think about having a date with him. 

"I don't think so..." Your voice came out a little strained. Was this your way of coming clean to him and admitting your feelings for him? 

Your eyes kept staring at his lips, his eyes doing the same as he did his best not to kiss you. He didn't want to move too fast or be too forward with you. Yoongi's head moved forward just a little as if he was going to kiss you so you. His breathing was careful as he glanced at you, heart racing from how close he was. He couldn't feel his legs, his arms or his toes anymore. All he could feel was how close you were to him and that was the only thought running rampant in his head. 

Meeting him in the middle you kissed him. His lips were softer than anything you had ever felt and you began to feel weightless. Lips moving against his as you sat up straight to deepen the kiss ever so slightly. Yoongi's hands at on your waist as he smiled against your lips. This was everything he had imagined and more. 

Pulling away your eyes stayed shut, resting your forehead on his as you were unable to open your eyes. Opening them meant realising that had truly happened and the repercussions that could have come along with it. 

"Y/n I need to tell you something," The whole room seemed to tense up as he looked at you. As if the kiss wasn’t obvious enough for you he needed to tell you how he was feeling.  

"I don't think I can be friends anymore..." He admitted as he looked at you, your heart almost dropped to the pit of your stomach.

"What? I-I didn’t mean to...I thought-”

"No, Y/n...Listen," He took your hand into his and smiled softly at you. Cutting you oof as he shook his head,

"I don't want to continue as friends because I need something more...I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you more and more every time that I see you and it's getting harder and harder to keep my feelings for you at bay." Heart lept back into your throat hearing that Yoongi loved you back.

"You love me too?"

"Yes I do- wait, too?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrow not expecting to hear that you loved him back. He would have thought you liked him after the kiss but loved him?

"You think I wouldn't fall in love with you?" You giggled softly as you kissed his lips again softly. It was like a drug, every time you stopped you wanted to go back in for more.

"You light up my life Y/n...I never would have thought someone like you would ever go for someone like me." When he finished his sentence you frowned at the statement. Someone like you?

"Someone like me?"

"Someone so cute and pink...The complete opposite to who I am." He rambled on a little as he looked at you. Never in a million years would he have expected you to like him back.

"Opposites attract," You whispered as you looked at him.

"But you're so soft and gentle with us and you're unreal. You make me melt into a puddle." Giggling at the small statement you kissed his lips over and over again making him blush deeper. The effect you had on him was unreal.

"So you fell for me?" You teased as you held his hand in yours. Locking your fingers together and giving his hand a small squeeze.

"I didn't fall in love, you tripped me." He licked his lips as he looked at you. Head racing to kiss you again but he didn't want to go too far or too fast with you. He had to take you out on a date first. 

"You tripped me too," You admitted to him as you pressed your lips to his cheek. The blush growing deeper with each touch he earnt from you. 

"Let me take you to lunch...We can make it up to Jungkook another time." He admitted before kissing you softly, pulling you to stand up from the sofa. If the two of you stayed in the studio any longer he was never going to be able to let you go.

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[fadedflame]

Late Summer Day 4

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Day four-Popsicle

Words-644

Hank has a surprise for Connor.

Ao3 or

“Is this really necessary, Hank?” Connor asked.

“Yes. Keep your damn eyes closed,” came the reply from somewhere over to his left.

Connor complied, though he was still confused about the exercise. Hank had told him he had a surprise for him. While he had no idea what it could be, he still found himself excited. It sounded like he was doing something in the freezer, his advanced audio processors picking up on the soft rustling from the kitchen. What it was, however, had him completely baffled.

He listened as Hank made his way back to where he was waiting, seated on the couch, after apparently finding whatever surprise he was getting for him. “Alright, hold out your hand,” Hank instructed.

Connor did as he was told, extending his hand in preparation for whatever the Lieutenant had planned. His confusion at the exercise did not lessen when he felt a thin wooden stick pressed into his fingers. “Hank?” He asked, still confused.

“Ok, you can open your eyes,” Hank said.

Connor did, seeing first the Lieutenant’s satisfied expression before shifting his gaze to what the man had handed him. “It’s… thirium?” he confirmed after running a brief scan of the icy object he was holding. “It’s frozen.”

“It’s a popsicle,” Hank told him proudly. “Try it.”

He stared at it for a moment, not really understanding what the point was. Freezing the thirium didn’t change the fact that it was thirium, but Hank seemed oddly excited about it. He didn't want to disappoint him, so he cautiously took a sample.

He pulled back sharply in surprise.

“What do you think?” Hank asked expectantly.

“It’s… good,” Connor responded honestly. “I don’t understand. Chemically it is no different than normal thirium. Why would it be better like this?”

Hank laughed, leaning back onto the couch, seemingly satisfied by Connor’s reaction. “Not everything makes sense, kid,” he told him. “I’m just glad you like it. Kinda a bitch to make, the first batch evaporated before it froze.”

Connor put the popsicle back in his mouth, savoring the sensation. He was touched that Hank would even think to do something like this for him. The man never ceased to surprise him. “Thank you,” he said, removing the treat just long enough to get the words out.

Hank reached over to ruffle his hair, a sign of affection Connor was becoming very well accustomed to. “‘Course, Connor,” he said with a smile.

Connor returned to his popsicle happily, not being able to resist biting into the icy substance. He regretted it instantly as a sharp pain radiated through his jaw and up to his processor, a temperature warning flashed across his vision for good measure.

He gasped in surprise, instinctively pressing a hand to his temple and wincing at the errors.

“Woh, hey, you alright?” Hank asked in concern. Connor felt a hand press against his shoulder.

“Yes,” he assured him quickly, not wanting the Lieutenant to worry. “My system is just experiencing minor errors from the sudden cold.”

Hank’s hand began rubbing at his shoulder comfortingly, but he couldn’t seem to resist the chuckle from escaping. “So androids can get brain freeze, good to know.”

The errors subsided as quickly as they arose, assuring Connor that no actual damage had been done. He glanced over at Hank, unamused. “Technically, that is incorrect. My processor didn’t freeze, just experienced a minor malfunction. The errors have already subsided.”

Hank leaned back again, still smiling. “Sounds like brain freeze to me.”

Connor chose not to argue farther. From what he understood, the sensation wasn’t dissimilar to the human affliction, despite the misnomer.

He settled back onto the couch himself and Hank, apparently over his amusement turned on the tv as they fell into a comfortable silence. He returned to the popsicle, more carefully this time. Some things deserved to be savored.

[bakutae]

bnha headcanons #6

today’s menu:

a full plate’s worth of bakugou katsuki, a pile of kirishima eijirou and a hint of izuku midoriya

scenario:

trying the ‘kissing my best friend’ thing on tiktok with him

author’s note: i got the whole ‘tik tok’ inspo from @hanniejji​ she’s amazing go check her out 🙆‍♀️🥺

kirishima eijirou

when you saw the whole ‘kissing my best friend’ thing appear on your for you page, you knew that you had to try it out on eijirou

you had liked him for quite some time already and if he didn’t reciprocate the feelings you could always play it off cool and say it was a prank for tik tok

to be honest, you weren’t sure how it would actually turn out since eijirou was, actually, pretty flirty around you

but it also could be because he was very familiar with you and felt comfortable enough to say those kind of sweet words

‘hey y/n, i’m not a photographer-’

‘but i can picture you and me together? really, eijirou?’

you’d always brush off his comments before it went into your head and messed with it

actually, not just with the pick-up lines, but you also caught him staring at you countless times when he thought you weren’t paying any attention to him

but then again, you were afraid of assuming things so you suppressed your feelings for him

so, the day of the plan, you and him were hanging out in your room, as usual, him on your bed, feet dangling off the sheets and on his phone

you decided to position your phone between your clothes in your closet and left the door slightly ajar so that the camera could pick up the footage

you pretended to excuse yourself to the bathroom and panicked in there for a good half an hour, leaving him to think that you had a major stomachache 

so he was standing outside the door to the bathroom, pinching his nose in case you were in the middle of a big dump

he was unsure if he should knock since, after all, you were in the toilet, and it would be pretty weird if you were fine

but the dark thoughts in his head got to him and he pressed his ear against the wooden door and tried to listen to any movement that’d tell him you’re not actually dead

while he was standing outside, worried, you were inside, muttering to yourself loudly in oblivion 

‘come on, y/n! you can do it! if it doesn’t work just tell him that it was for a tik tok!’

hearing that, eijirou’s curiosity was piqued, and he decided to patiently wait for you in your room, pretending to be clueless

so when you returned to the room, eijirou was on his phone, as usual, that bastard  and you quickly hit the ‘play button’ 

you sauntered over to him, heart pounding loudly as he looked at you, waiting for your next move with bated breath

you pressed a kiss to his lips, eyes fluttering close, afraid of his reaction

the kiss lasted for about five seconds and you pulled away

to your surprise, the moment you pulled away, he pulled you back in, going for seconds

well, it seemed that you didn’t even need the whole ‘tik tok’ excuse after all

izuku midoriya

you wanted to just mess with him

like when you saw it on tik tok, your mind immediately thought of your best friend, midoriya

you were aware of his sensitivity and thought it’d be incredibly funny to try it out on him and record it so you won’t forget about it

you almost felt bad for him, but then again, you couldn’t resist the temptation and wanted to check his reaction out really bad

so there you were, outside his house, a hand on the door to knock, the other one on your phone, trying to get the audio set up as he answered the door

he wasn’t very surprised to see you; after all, it’s not uncommon for you to show up at his house at 2 in the morning

yes, you were there at 2 in the morning

you couldn’t sleep and was scrolling through tik tok and saw the video and wanted to try it out immediately so you just casually slipped on your shoes and left your house

you didn’t know what you were going to do and how you were going to do it; you figured you’d just go with the flow

you stepped into his house, and midoriya went into the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, as he usually did, and you used the opportunity to position you phone on the table in front of his sofa

you covered most of your phone, except for the camera part, of course, with his books that was randomly placed on the table

when midoriya came back with two glasses of water in his hand, he didn’t notice the sudden change of position of his things, which was expected from him

he even placed the cups on the table so casually it almost worried you 

he found a comfortable spot on the couch and so did you

‘so, why’d you come here for?’

that was when you froze, you honestly didn’t know what to say to that; the sincerity lacing his voice made it hard for you to prank him like that

‘u-uh. okay, close your eyes izuku.’

he looks skeptical at first, but he did as you said and his eyelids hesitantly fluttered close

you quickly leaned forward to press the play button and counted the beats in your head before briefly touching his lips with your own

you watched as his eyelids flew up and you immediately moved back

‘y-y/n, why did you-’

you reached for your phone and thrusted it at him

‘it was a prank, don’t worry...?’

turns out, you had forgotten to press the ‘play’ button and your own face stared back at you on the screen that was on selfie mode

‘so, y/n, an excuse t-to kiss me huh?’

‘n-no, shut up! it was an accident!’

he hummed, staring at you with a teasing look and you blushed furiously and threw a nearby cushion at his face and made a run for it

oops i did his one dirty

bakugou katsuki

why would you even do that? do you have a death wish or something?

alright fine.

well, it’d be a dare that was given to you by bakusquad

you didn’t even know that the trend existed, until denki brought it up when bakugou wasn’t in the room when y’all and they all looked at you expectantly

you were the closest to bakugou amongst the rest of them and if the boys were too disgusted at the thought of them executing the plan and mina was oddly hell-bent on you doing it, 

so you reluctantly agreed, providing that they paid you five dollars each, as payment, you called it

but denki suggested ten, if you kept the kiss for five seconds, and you wanted the cash, so you obliged and forty dollars kissed your wallet hello as you planned a date to pull the prank on him

it was an ordinary day for the bakusquad, and the six of you were lazing around in a park, just catching up and fooling around

when bakugou wasn’t looking, you quickly handed denki your cellphone, letting him download tik tok on your phone and finding the audio for you before you made your move

bakugou was mindlessly talking, well mostly yelling, to kirishima, denki nodded and gave you a thumbs-up and you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before making a beeline for bakugou, while motioning at eijirou to move aside 

denki let the audio play out loud and bakugou looked at your direction, where the sound came from, in confusion as you leaned down to press a full kiss on his lips

the rest of the bakusquad cooed at the both of you, bright grins painting their faces

you placed a hand against his chest and his arms instantly wrapped around you

the once excited bakusquad cocked their heads and looked at each other in confusion

they had expected bakugou to fully explode on you and push you away before you could even get to close to him, but they were wrong

you kissed him for not five, but ten seconds, before pulling away and proudly looking at your friends, a smirk on your face

bakugou was just plain confused, since you had told him that you wanted to keep your and his’ relationship a secret but you had just contradicted yourself

but at the end of the day, not only did you reveal your relationship with bakugou, you also walked away with forty dollars in the process of it

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[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o doing a sexy collaboration with another member (1/2)

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k1.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

Part 2 

HONGJOONG ft.Yeosang

When the leader learned that your company asked you to do a sexy dance stage for the award show with Yeosang, he saw red. He knew that it would be a good opportunity for you and his teammate to show your talent, but he couldn’t stop being jealous. No one except his teammates knew about your relationship, so he couldn’t complain publicly. You didn’t notice at first how it bothers him to know that you would body roll with his members very closely, like you never did before. He just faked that everything would be okay, and he would support you no matter what. But everything changed at the first dance practice you did with Yeosang. 

Hongjoong insisted to see the practice, just to cheer you up. The choreographer was showing how you needed to act and dance with Yeosang. You haven’t seen the vein on his forehead the first time Yeosang grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him in a sensual way. He just wanted to grab your dance partner’s hand and order him to never do it again. But it would be your time to shine and he would need to respect it, even if it’s hard to watch. Few days before the official performance, you were nonstop with Yeosang, even when you were not performing. When Hongjoong asked you why you stayed with him so much, you replied that it was for the chemistry so the emotion would be better than if you were just stranger to each other. Your boyfriend was starting to lose his temper, no matter how hard he tried to resist. Slowly he was losing his confidence too. Yeosang was the visual of the group, he was tall, awesome and talented as a dancer or singer. Hongjoong couldn’t win against someone like him. A day before the performance, as you were waiting Yeosang at the dancer practice, you sat next to your boyfriend to talk about this situation. “Joongie, are you okay? You are kind of distant these days?” He faced you, “yes I’m pretty good.” You knew that he was lying. “Are you sure? Because we don’t talk a lot these days. You don’t say anything when I’m practicing.” “There’s nothing to say. You are just practicing your performance stage with Yeosang.” He said coldly, like he wanted to stop this conversation fast as possible. When he focused back on his computer, you knew what was going on. You felt stupid for not noticing it earlier. “Are you jealous?” You asked. “Why I should be? It’s just a collaboration.” “Then why you are acting so coldly?” You insisted. “I’m not Y/N, just go stretch. Yeosang will be there soon.” You rolled your eyes. “If you are jealous, just know that it’s a special collaboration, I won’t leave you for him or I don’t know what.” You stood up. He felt bad to made you mad before your practice, but he couldn���t say that he was feeling insecure. He would be too ashamed. “Hi lovebirds,” said Yeosang, getting the room. “Hi Yeosang.” Hongjoong simply ignored him. “You argued?” Asked the member. “No. I don’t know what going on, but we should just practice, okay?” Yeosang nodded and stretched while you were preparing the audio. Well before you started to dance, Hongjoong left the practice room, without saying anything. “He’s acting weird today,” noticed Yeosang. “I should probably talk to him.” You said. “I will wait here.” He smiled. You smiled back and ran to your boyfriend. “Hongjoong!” You called him in the hallway. He turned back to you, surprised to see you there. “What’s happening?” He asked, worried. “Tell me what’s wrong.” You grabbed his hand on yours. He sighed; he would feel ridiculous, but he couldn’t let you worry for him. “It’s just that... I can’t see him touching you in this way. Every time he put his hands on you, I want to hit him. I know he’s my friend almost my brother, but I have this feeling and I can’t stop being jealous.” He confessed. “Joongie...” “I know it’s stupid. That’s why I wanted to keep that for myself.” You hugged him, “it’s not stupid... I appreciate it!” “Really? Why?” He asked curious. “It shows how much you like me,” you giggled. He pinched your cheeks, “of course idiot.” “After the special stage, I’ll organize the best date for you!” “Okay, surprise me then! But for now, go practice. I want you to be perfect tomorrow.” He smiled. You kissed his cheek, “I will. And you will be proud of me!” You went back to the practice room, leaving your boyfriend alone but reassured. He whispered, “I am already.”

Seonghwa ft. Mingi

Your company proposed you to do a collaboration dance stage for the comeback of the famous soloist artist of Korea. You would appear on the music video. At first, you thought that you could choose your partner and who would more perfect than your boyfriend, Seonghwa. You asked your manager to contact KQ Entertainment to get their agreement. Unexpectedly, they replied that your partner would be Mingi and not Seonghwa. Mingi had more experience in dancing skills since he’s a trainee. It would be a good duet. When you announced the news at Seonghwa, he was so happy for you that he didn’t seem sad or mad. He even asked you on a date to celebrate your opportunity. With this behavior, you would never think that he was burning inside. Not because he couldn’t dance with you but because your partner was his teammate. He would touch you the way is not supposed to. In any case he would let you get closer to Mingi. The night before the first practice, he came at your dorm to cheer you up. You talked about many things this night, but he was strangely always going back on the special stage subject. “Are you ready for tomorrow? Do you need me to come?” He asked, rubbing your head on his laps. “You weren’t supposed to record your part for the new album tomorrow?” “I can’t ask San to replace me the morning.” You shook your head, “no don’t worry it’s okay.” He became tense, but you didn’t mind. “Are you almost done with the mini-album by the way?” “There’re few parts to change but we will finish on time.” He said, but added instantly, “are you excited for tomorrow?” You nodded, “getting my first special stage is a big thing. I really hope that I will do well.” “Of course, you will.” He smiled at you. “And Mingi will help you I guess...” “Yes, he said that we will learn the choreography at my rhythm since he remembers the move faster than me,” you giggled. “What a nice attention...” said Seonghwa ironically. “Yes, I know, he’s so professional.” Seonghwa stayed quiet after that. You were surprise that he remained calm and quiet about this situation. Seonghwa’s jealousy was a really big thing sometimes. You would argue about it and ignore each other for few hours or even few days. Both of you would suffer of this situation so he tried to keep it for himself. But he had another plan. The next day, you practiced with Mingi the whole morning without break. It was better than what you thought. It was easy to dance with him and not even embarrassing. Your moves fit his perfectly. After the lunch break, Mingi proposed to practice the chorus which was the hardest and the sexiest part. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door, not even waiting the agreement to get in, Seonghwa appeared, smiling at both of you. “Hi professionals dancer,” he said with a forceful smile. “Oh! Hi babe, what are you doing here?” “I just came to say hi!” He lied, still smiling weirdly. “Oh! then hi! But we need to practice baby...” “Yes sure! I’ll go. See you later!” You waved at him and turned back to Mingi, “let’s continue.” He played the music but just before your first step, Seonghwa appeared again. “Seon-“ “I just came to give you bottle water! Don’t get dehydrated!” He pointed at you both. You thanked him and focused back on Mingi when he left. You were about to dance the 2nd part of the chorus when your boyfriend got in with his hands full of snacks. “In case you are hungry! You can’t faint or get sick before the special stage!” “Thank you...” you repeated, starting to know what was happening. You thought that he left for real, but he came back again, towel in hand and his smile still widely opened. “Seonghwa! We need to practice!” You said, frustrated. “But I just want to take care of you,” he lied. “You just want to ruin the stage because Mingi and me are going to dance sensually against each other.” “This is not true...” he avoided your stare. You put your arms around his neck, “baby I know that you are jealous. But it’s just a choreography. We are going to practice for 3 days only. But you will need to get used that he puts his hands on me.” You pecked him. Seonghwa pouted but noticed that his behavior was childish. So, he just hugged you tight and apologized. “Sorry to disturb your practice. I will wait wisely that both of you are done.” You smiled, “thank you.” Before leaving, your boyfriend stared at Mingi. You couldn’t know if he was threatening him or cheering up, but he finally left. He never came back to the practice room, not getting enough strength to watch you dance sexily with Mingi. But he would hype you up no matter what.

YUNHO ft. Wooyoung

Yunho was not really the type of boyfriend to be jealous if another guy was talking to you. He knew that you would nicely say that you had or boyfriend and that you are not interested. And he was glad to get a beautiful girlfriend like you. That’s why you couldn’t believe that he was jealous, when you started to dance with Wooyoung for a sexy collaboration stage for MAMA 2020. Of course, he hadn’t told you how it felt but there were many hints that indicate his real feelings for this situation. The first one was when your alarm “accidentally” turned off the first day of the practice. Yunho spent the night with you at your dorm. You talked till 1am about your opportunity. But you felt asleep before him and you made sure that your alarm was on. But when you woke up at 10am the next day instead of 8am, you knew something was strange. Yunho was ordering you to take a breakfast before leaving but you just declined and rushed to KQ’s building. Hopefully Wooyoung wasn’t mad or disappointed at you, it’s a common mistake. So, the first day, you practiced normally, just working on your chemistry and learn the choreography perfectly. Yunho came to look for you the same night. You were usually texting him about your day but today you just forgot, too busy with Wooyoung. When he opened the door of the practice room, he wanted to punch his teammate so bad. His hand was grabbing your leg up against his waist. Your neck was exposed to him in a way that Yunho’s blood was boiling. You almost slipped when you heard the door slamming loudly. “Yunho?” You asked, happy to see him here. Wooyoung let your leg free and turned off the music. “Hi.” He just said coldly. You felt something weird, but you just continued to talk to him, “what are you doing here babe?” “I just came to see if everything was okay, since you didn’t text me today.” You glanced at the clock; it was already late. “Ew... sorry, we were so into it,” you glanced at Wooyoung. “Can I see the whole dance? I’m curious.” You smiled, “sure! Let’s go Woo?” “Woo huh...” whispered Yunho, angrily. He stood up in front of both of you and looked the whole performance. His fist tensed every time Wooyoung was touching you or acting sexy behind you. Your facial expression was more than on point. He could feel the attractiveness and the desire between you & his teammate. But the worst part was when he slides his fingers cockily from your knees to the middle of your chest. Between your breast. “Okay I think you will need to change 2-3 key point.” Said Yunho, trying to remain calm. “What why?” You asked, confused. “It’s kind of boring. There’s no interesting thing. Everything seems the same.” “Wh-“ “Instead of the last move where he slides his hand between... well you know,” he gulped, “you should just do like a popping move.” “But we are supposed to stay sensual and romantic,” you explained. “It is.” Said your boyfriend. It was the 2nd hint you got and with this one you understood that he was jealous for real. It was not his type to change a choreography made by a professional, he would do his best to dance with his own style, but nothing would change. “What are you trying to do Yunho?” “Help you of course.” He scoffed. “You are not helping us. You are jealous.” He didn’t reply, he just looked at you. “Okay I think I will get home. It’s pretty late and obviously you need to talk.” Said Wooyoung, grabbing his jacket and his bag. “See you tomorrow Y/N.” You bowed at him and faced Yunho again, “so why are you so jealous?” “I just don’t like the way he touches you.” “But it’s our job Yunho...” you sighed. “I know but he’s our sexy performer and I’m scared that you like him a bit more than me after that.” You smiled; how could you stay mad at him after that. You grabbed his face on your tiny hands, “baby... nobody or nothing will change my love for you.” “You sure?” He asked worry. “Yes! You are my teddy lovely baby bear,” you giggled. He laughed, reassured that your love would not change. “And to be honest... Wooyoung is too short, your height is so attractive.” You blinked, turning on the music and pulling him by his hand. “This is interesting,” he smirked. “I know,” you smiled, “now dance with me Jeong Yunho.”

YEOSANG ft. Jongho

When Jongho announced at his Hyung that you would be his partner for a collaboration stage, he was scared. “Hyung, can I talk to you a second?” Asked Jongho shyly. Yeosang nodded, curious to know what was happening. He sat next to the maknae on the couch. “You know that the manager asked me to do a collaboration with an idol for the award festival?” He started slowly. Yeosang hummed, raising a brow, “you were so happy about this collaboration. They cancelled it?” “No no...” he whispered. “Then what?” “The idol with who I will dance is Y/N.” He said straight, glancing at his Hyung secretly. Yeosang stood up, “Y/N? My Y/N?” He asked. Jongho nodded, “I didn’t think they would pair me with her. They just said that they needed a vocalist and a dancer.” “But why Y/N? And why she didn’t text me her about this?” He reached his phone on the desk. “Maybe they haven’t told her already, but she will be so happy. She always wanted to perform on a huge stage!” Said Jongho, trying to reduce the angriness of Yeosang. “What’s type of performance is it?” Jongho gulped, “a sexy duet.” Yeosang stayed quiet even if the look in his eyes was scarier than anything else right now. “Okay then... treat her well.” He finally said. “Wh-what? You are not angry?” “It’s a good opportunity for both of you, so I’m happy for you.” He patted the maknae’s shoulder, a bit too strong. “Thank you Hyung,” bowed Jongho. This is how everything started. Jongho and you were pretty stressed about this performance. Everything needed to be perfect, otherwise you would be disappointed. You practiced all day long. You had more dance part then Jongho since he had a high note. The choreography was one of the sexier you did. You were curious to know how Yeosang would manage his jealousy. You knew that he was boiling inside but no one of you talked about it. After his individual schedule, he would come in the practice room and wait till you finish on the couch. But today, the atmosphere of the room was sexier. Both of you were sweating, every time Jongho was against your body, Yeosang stopped. He didn’t like it at all. Unconsciously, he was staring at the maknae on the mirror’s reflection, giving him dead stares. And the main vocalist noticed it. If Yeosang’s eyes could kill, he would be dead at least 10 times today. He couldn’t focus on the choreography anymore; he was just trying to keep some space between you and him. But he made mistake too, almost every time. “Are you okay Jongho? You seems confused or-“ “It’s fine. I’m just tired.” He scratched his head. It was definitely weird. When you practiced the first verse, you noticed Yeosang’s stare on your partner. It gave you goosebumps. “Yeosang.” You called him. He looked right at you. “Stop looking at Jongho like that. He can’t focus anymore!” “I’m not doing anything,” he lied. “Stop being jealous. It’s a good opportunity for both of us so we need to work peacefully.” Your boyfriend sighed, “you can’t work properly when I’m here?” “Not with this serial killer look.” You pointed at his eyes. He rolled his eyes and looked at his phone. “But you can still watch us nicely, you know.” You said, hands on your hips. “I can’t. When I see his hands on you my eyes are darkening, so I will just watch my movie,” he puts his airpods, letting you practice. “This baby...” you sighed. “He might like you so much,” smiled Jongho. “Yes probably,” you blushed. “But he will need to watch movies for 3 days left. Let’s go Jongho!” You played the music. The day of your promotion, Yeosang came backstage to give you a dozen of white roses to cheer you up. “Thank you so much Yeosang-ie! It’s beautiful.” You kissed his cheek. “Everything for my baby.” He smiled. “Everything? Even watching me dancing with Jongho?” “No way.” He said disgusted. “But how you are going to watch the live?” You asked. “I won’t. But you will teach me the choreography so I can dance if properly with my girlfriend.” He grabbed you by the waist. “You are incredible.” “Yes, I know.” He said humbly. “Maybe I should ask Jongho to teach you the moves,” you teased him. “Don’t play with me girl.” He said seriously. You pinched his cheek, “I need to go. See you later!” While you were heading to the stage, he shouted at you, “you can do it! You are the best!” You sent him a kiss. What could you do without him?

Part 2

[ssa-pretty-boy]

Movie Nights: Steel Magnolias

Summary: Part 4/10 of a series of ficlets where Spencer’s girlfriend introduces him to some of her favorite movies.

Series Master List

Link to the scene referred to (its a real tear jerker okay be prepared if you watch it)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Directed By: Herbert Ross (1989)

Word Count: 776

A./N.: Alright this one is definitely self indulgent… I ugly cry every time i see this movie and Ouiser 100% reminds me of my grandmother when she’s feeling a little spicy ha. It really is such a good movie y’all. i highly recommend it

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It had been a long, long day. A day full of seemingly endless paper work and meetings and Spencer felt like he could just collapse into a heap on the floor. He didn’t even have the energy to call out his usual cheery ‘Honey! I’m home!’ as he trudged his way into his apartment. Dumping his coat and satchel right at the front door, he made a beeline for Y/N’s blanket clad form on the sofa. He dove into her, his head instantly going to the crook of her neck as she laughed lightly, the sound instantly easing some of the weight off of his shoulders. 

“Long day, bubs?” she questioned softly, her hands going to cup his cheeks and pull his face up towards hers. His eyes were tired, the purple smudges beneath them darker than usual. 

She hated to say the pout he gave her was adorable but it was. Bottom lip still jutted out, he nodded his head before dropping it back down to her chest. He sighed deeply before toeing his shoes off and rolling over in order to wiggle between her body and the back of the sofa. 

Their legs tangled as she gladly made room for him, welcoming his embrace as he threw one arm over her middle and slipped the other under her. “What are we watching?”

“Steel Magnolias,” she mumbled as she got comfortable in their new position, her head resting comfortably on the arm he had tucked under it. “Have you seen it?”

He hummed out a soft ‘no’ and she told him to get comfortable because it had just started. He didn’t have to be told twice. 

“Its so good. Ouiser, she’ll be on in just a minute, reminds me of my grandmother. Well, just the mean part. My grandmother isn’t nearly as funny.” She admitted casually and Spencer was glad he was behind her so she couldn’t see him grimace at the mention of her maternal grandmother. He’d never met her but he did have the unfortunate experience of talking to her on the phone once. And he would very much like to not do that again for a long time. 

Surprisingly he found himself really enjoying the film. The plot was easy to follow despite how exhausted he was and the dialogue and banter between all the women was incredibly amusing.

Until it wasn’t. 

He felt Y/N stiffen in his arms when Shelby was rushed into the hospital for what he suspected to be kidney failure. He had never seen it before but based Y/N’s sudden shift in demeanor and the grim tone the dialogue had taken, he knew it wasn’t going to be a happy ending. 

Soft sniffles could just barely be heard over the audio of the film and he pulled back just enough to be able to see her face, blueish hue cast over her from the light of the television. Sure enough, Y/N had fat tears clinging to her lashes and a few tear tracks down her cheeks.

Spencer cooed at her and sat up before reaching for her. She instantly went to him, her head going right into the crook of his neck as his hands gently started rubbing slow circles on her back. Her sniffles turned to a choked sob as M’Lynn had her gut wrenching breakdown in the cemetery. 

Shoulders shaking with the force of her tears, she managed to choke out, “I’ve seen this 500 times and I still cry my eyes out every damn time.” He chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she started to chastise him, “Don’t you laugh at me, Spencer Reid. This movie just breaks my heart.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he cooed, a laugh dancing in his eyes as he pulled pack from her so he could look in her eyes. “I could never laugh at you for having such a tender heart. It matches mine.”

He took her face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the stray tears just under her eyes. It was her turn to pout and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. It was slow and gentle, tasting vaguely of the brine due to her tears. He pulled away and placed a quick peck on her nose before she settled back into him.

She huffed out a breath as she turned her attention back to the screen, “We’re gonna have to watch something happy after this is over or I’ll be thinking about it all night.”

His fingers were absently running up and down her arm as he hummed. “We’ll stay up as long as you want, bubs.”

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[erekiosuncreativeideas]

Reliving An Old Nightmare - Chapter 24

<= Chapter 23

Summary : Things don't go as planned. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337299/chapters/59020252

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New chapter, yay ! [WARNING: the third and last drawing is gory]

THIS CHAPTER HAS AN AUDIO FILE ! I commissioned Puyo-Proto again, and he did an AMAZING JOB ! Please check his Twitter, he's so talented !! (Here : https://twitter.com/Puyo_Proto) Thank you so much for voicing a part of this dialogue !

YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT HERE !

I hope you'll like this chapter :) Happy reading !

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Chapter 24

-“Oh, it’s so good to be back!” The voice coming from their enemy brought back Snatcher to reality: this was it. The moment he had been waiting for so long. The evil spirit was almost out of the breach as Vanessa launched another one of her ice attacks in his direction. The stranger avoided it by very little and managed to enter the rift, cackling threateningly as he did so.

Something felt very wrong about the way this guy laughed, thought Snatcher couldn’t put his finger on it. And it certainly wasn’t the time for this kind of thoughts.

Vanessa didn’t wait long to throw another attack, defiantly adopting an aggressive attitude against their common enemy, who kept dodging all of her attempts at hurting him. The stranger floated around, avoiding each ice pillar coming out of the floor with grace, all while laughing maniacally at the trio.

This Moonjumper guy was mocking them and certainly didn’t see them as a serious threat to his existence. Normally, this would enrage the shade more than enough, but in this particular scenario… This was extremely dangerous, because it meant their opponent was much more powerful than them. Plus, the latter had a Time Piece in his possession, which would definitely play a part in their fight.

What would happen if this guy used it to his advantage? The kid probably knew the answer, but the time wasn’t appropriate for questions. Now was the time to fight.

The other snickered, while Vanessa’s frustration intensified. She always missed her attacks and the ghost could see her powers corrupting her body more and more. Her attacks were becoming messier, meddled and less coordinated. If she continued like that, not only was she going to get consumed again by her powers, but she would most likely wear herself out. Considering the fact that she was the only one able to pit herself against this Moonjumper, this was not a good thing. The Queen needed to snap out of it and to stop letting herself be taunted by this guy. This was exactly what this spirit was trying to do!

Apparently, the kid on his side came to the same conclusion as him, though she reacted in a completely different way than Snatcher would. Without his powers, the ghost felt useless and quite literally harmless against an enemy able to resist Vanessa’s attacks. Trying to hurt this monster would likely result in him being thrown away or, in the worst-case scenario, getting killed. Thus, charging this opponent in that meat sack of a body was not something strategic, at least not if he wanted to attack the other physically. He didn’t even have a weapon!

But, of course, the hatted brat didn’t think. No, she just rushed into things without thinking about all the possible outcomes!

The little girl exchanged her dweller mask for her alchemist hat and then started to run to the crate she had broken earlier, grabbing one of the damaged planks on the ground. She took a good hold of it as she charged this Moonjumper while the latter was still busy dealing with Vanessa.

Fuelled by a feeling of panic, the ghost extended his hand towards the child, letting a “no!” out of his lips. But the moment his voice came out of his mouth, he deeply regretted it: their enemy hadn’t actually seen the kid approaching him but, now that Snatcher had voiced his worry aloud, the other spirit looked in the child’s direction and spotted her attempts at hurting him.

The shade wished he could have kept his mouth shut. Vanessa abruptly realizing how close the kid was to their enemy and was stopped in her tracks, as she was about to throw another attack. She had already risked hurting the hatted child before and surely didn’t want to do it again, but this had been a mistake too.

It simply gave the other a chance to attack as well.

A sickening smile appeared on their opponent’s strange face, as his crazed stare was fixed on the little girl, who had lifted her weapon above her head to hit him. Red strings suddenly appeared from the tips of the other spirit’s fingers and launched themselves in the kid’s direction. They moved in the air quickly, almost too quickly for Snatcher’s stare to follow them. However, before the child was able to dodge or defend herself, the red strings tied themselves around her small body, immediately immobilizing her and bringing her attack to an abrupt stop. The plank she was holding fell back on the ground.

-“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” cooed the evil spirit with a dark smile.

Vanessa frowned at his tone and tried to attack him once again before stopping herself almost instantly when this Moonjumper pulled the child just in front of him, where the spikes would have hurt him if the Queen hadn’t hold herself back. The child let out a shriek and closed her eyes as the ice pillars almost hit her. She was unable to do anything else, much too tied up to move. Fear had suddenly replaced her determination as she was now completely harmless and powerless.

This guy was using the brat as a hostage. The thought made the shade absolutely livid. No one could dare to hurt that hatted brat, he was the only one. The ghost felt heat radiating from his body as he gave the other spirit a death glare.

-“You let go of her right now,” he started with a dark and threatening tone, “and maybe I’ll consider giving you a merciful death.”

The threat only made the other giggle cruelly. He pulled on the red strings with one hand, making them squeeze the brat tighter, as if he was taunting him. His victim winced from the sudden pain, not without struggling. But no matter how hard she was trying to get free, the strings only seemed to squeeze her more.

-“Is that so?” bragged Moonjumper: “And how are you going to attack me? You may look like your old form, though you are just as harmless to me than a regular and common human.”

He used his free hand to tie more strings around the hatted brat, this time around her neck. Terror appeared on the kid’s face as breathing was getting difficult for her.

Apart from Vanessa, the shade had never wanted to kill someone so badly. However, seeing how much in danger the kid was, he remained motionless and silent as their opponent started talking again, turning towards Vanessa:

-“As for you… I would not try to do anything if I were in your shoes,” he paused and continued, much more serious: “Unless you want another child to die because of you.”

The remark made the woman grow pale instantly and she lowered her black hands back to her hips, unable to do anything else. The ghost saw her glancing in his direction, probably wondering if she should try to attack the other and ignore the latter’s threat, but Snatcher glared at her in response. They would not take a risk like this one. Hurting the kid was not part of his plan of the day.

-“Good, good,” cooed this Moonjumper, sarcastically, sending more red strings in Vanessa’s direction. The strings tied her up before she was able to dodge them, keeping her in place: “Now, kneel,” ordered the evil spirit.

The woman hesitated, glaring at him fiercely. However, when the latter started to pull on the red strings on the little girl’s neck, Snatcher’s voice echoed in the room:

-“Do as he says!”

There was too much despair in his intonation for his taste but he couldn’t care less at the moment. The kid’s life was in danger and if Vanessa had to kneel to save her, then he would scream at her to do so. The Queen glanced at him and eventually complied, while the shade let out a sigh of relief when their enemy gave the child more slack.

Why would anyone want to murder them anyway? This made no sense! They didn’t know that guy!

-“Why are you doing this?” interrogated Snatcher, trying his best to sound calm, even if he definitely wasn’t.

The question seemed to take the other spirit aback as he simply stared at Snatcher in bewilderment for a few seconds. Why? This was a perfectly legitimate question! Who in their right mind would not ask that if they were in this particular situation?

Their enemy tilted his head in pure confusion and then a smile appeared on his lips. Slowly, his expression started to change, going from surprise to hilarity, and he then started to laugh. If his hands weren’t busy to keep the child in place, the other would have certainly clenched his sides from how much he was laughing.

This laugh, why did this laugh bother Snatcher so much?

It was now his turn to be confused and the trio couldn’t help but watch the scene before them, completely powerless. The child was glancing between the monster holding her as a hostage and her two adult companions, not knowing what to do or what to think at all.

The other spirit’s laugh ended darkly as he stared back at Snatcher, eyes full of hatred:

-“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t recognize me, how silly of me,” he growled as he squeezed the strings around the child even more, making her whine and close her eyes from the pain. The ghost was so going to murder this guy, slowly, making him suffer as long as possible.

However, the words took Snatcher aback: what did the other mean? Snatcher had never met another spirit like this so-called Moonjumper before! His frustration intensified, though he managed to keep his mouth shut, not forgetting that his interlocutor could very well snap the child’s neck if he wanted to.

-“Well, it is not really surprising, I suppose,” continued the monster, his cruel smile widening: “Using the Time Piece had some…Special effects on my vessel. It seems now that I am both dead and alive at the same time,” he explained, in the same tone someone would use to talk about the weather: “My appearance is quite different now because of that. A shame, truly.”

-“Listen,” protested the shade, careful not to sound too aggressive and kept going: “I have no idea who you are.” It certainly couldn’t be someone who died after one of his contracts, since he always ate their soul afterwards. Maybe an acquaintance of one of his victims? Yet, it didn’t make much sense as his interlocutor seemed to know him personally.

The ghost was not lying when he said he didn’t know this guy.

-“Oh, I know you don’t,” replied the latter cynically: “You never even knew I existed in the first place.”

-“So who are you?!” snapped the shade, unable to stay quiet anymore. He just wanted answers! He glared at his opponent as he kept talking, still watching the child carefully, hoping nothing would happen to her because of his attitude: “Why would you go through the trouble of recreating a whole version of our past just to kill us in the end? We don’t even know you!”

The evil spirit glared back at him but didn’t hurt the brat again, thankfully. Instead, he just smiled wickedly and tilted his head as he finally gave an answer to the question the trio waited for:

-“I am you.”

This was definitely not the answer Snatcher was expecting. From the look on his companions’ face, they didn’t expect that kind of answer either. Apparently, their reaction must have been pretty visible because this Moonjumper giggled and corrected himself:

-“Or, well, I used to,” he explained, then continued with a darker intonation: “Fortunately, I have nothing to do with you anymore.”

And when he said those last words, the stranger showed his left hand, as if to prove a point. For a few seconds, Snatcher didn’t know what to look at exactly, until he spotted something very special: a ring on his ring finger, a golden jewel on which could be seen a damaged ruby. Immediately, Snatcher’s heart sunk in his chest: he knew that ring. Even from afar, the shade could recognize what this ring was.

This was his old engagement ring. The one he used to have when he was alive. The one he had when he woke up in that forest. The same one he died with, so many years ago.

The shade’s eyes widened as everything started to make sense: the clothes this “Moonjumper” was wearing, his claims, the way he laughed, his corpse-looking like appearance, this ring… But this couldn’t be! Snatcher was here! And this guy was over there! If they were the same person, how could they be at two different places at the same time?

There had to be an explanation for all of this, and what this spirit had told him certainly wasn’t it.

The others must have perceived his scepticism because his smile widened as he spoke again:

-“You don’t believe me, do you? That is fine. I did not expect you to. It does not matter anymore,” he said, darkly: “Nothing matters anymore, because you are all going to die,” then, patting the little girl’s head in a very disturbingly slow manner, he added: “Well, not you, little one. I used to want you dead as well, but I changed my mind. This does not concern you in any way, after all. Furthermore…”

The evil spirit gave Vanessa a death glare as he continued :

-“If I did kill an innocent child, I wouldn’t be any better than you,” his smile returned as he turned back to the trembling victim in his hold: “Besides, if I do come back to the Horizon after this, I will have someone to keep me company!”

He chuckled at the sight of the brat’s confused and afraid expression. In the meantime, Snatcher’s anger and frustration kept growing. He didn’t understand a single word this guy was saying! The Horizon? What was that? What was he even talking about?

-“You’re crazy,” mumbled the shade, astonished. He couldn’t believe what was happening: this was the only explanation! There was no way this monster was right, it was simply and physically impossible!

The word caught the other’s attention, though in a very bad way. He frowned and threw a glance full of hatred at Snatcher:

-“Me, ‘crazy’?” he repeated, in a voice that was much too calm to be normal. The shade should have kept his mouth shut. His interlocutor kept going: “You know, this is quite ironic. You are the one who caused me so much trouble, who abandoned me… And I am the ‘crazy’ one?”

-“I have no idea what you are talking about,” insisted Snatcher, putting an emphasis on each syllable as he answered. But the other was not having it:

-“You left me in there to rot, literally! You left me, your other half, to be stuck in a hellish dimension for hundreds of years!” yelled their opponent, absolutely livid: “I spent all this time, alone, having to watch you, of all people, being this pathetic while I couldn’t even leave this place!”

Snatcher’s eyes widened as he was listening to the other, astounded. “Other half”? “To rot”? This guy couldn’t mean…

The latter guessed his thoughts and finished them for him:

-“I am the part you left behind, that night,” he explained with a low voice: “You are the coward part of us that fled because you were just too afraid to face her!” he accused, pointing at Vanessa as he kept going: “And you abandoned me in there, with her! You left me in this pathetic body while you buried your head in the sand, not even considering the possibility I existed!”

He laughed bitterly, tilting his head on his side:

-“You know, I have thought a lot about why I was stuck in this place, the Horizon as I like to call it now. And I think I know. I can’t believe it took me so long to understand why!”

He squinted, looking daggers at Snatcher:

-“I am incomplete. That’s why I can’t dwell in the mortal plane like a dweller or go to Heaven if it even exists! You are the reason I got stuck in this dimension, forced to watch people living happily while I was alone for years! I have no idea how you even exist, why I was the one to suffer because of this… But I will definitely fix what you did to me.”

He paused, smiling in a horrifying way as he revealed his plan:

-“I will not be incomplete once you just stop existing. I will not be missing any part of myself anymore. As soon as I stop maintaining the stability of the rift… You will both perish and I will finally be free.”

A cruel laugh came out of his lips as he watched in delight Snatcher and Vanessa’s reaction to his plan. This guy was absolutely mad. They had to act now!

The shade was trying to find something, anything to help the kid and get them out of a situation like this one. However, when his eyes fell on the brat’s, he noticed her expression had changed from fear to determination. With her eyes, she instructed him to look at her right hand. When the spirit’s glanced down, his ghostly face grew pale immediately.

The kid had materialized a potion in his hand and was cautiously and gently shaking it to activate it.

Instantly, Snatcher’s body became weak at what she was planning to do. She couldn’t seriously think this was a good idea! There were so many other ways involving her not hurting herself in the process of getting away from this monster!

Said monster let his laugh die slowly and started to talk again:

-“Well… I guess this is time for us to say goodbye,” he said, before turning to Vanessa, who was shaking from rage: “I really must thank you, Vanessa. Without you, I would have never been able to go this far. You were so easy to manipulate! Getting the opportunity to finally kill you is the best gift you could have ever given to me.”

He was about to add something when a strong-willed voice interrupted him:

-“Not so fast, you crazy peck neck!”

The little girl’s voice echoed in the room, forcing the other to look at her, surprised. However, when his eyes fell on the little vial in the kid’s hand, his face crumpled in distress. Everything after that happened so fast. The monster immediately released her, trying to get away from her before the potion exploded. Once she was free again, the hat-wearing child managed to throw the potion in his direction while she was sent flying to the other side of the room. Red strings had caught her arms and were taking her as far as possible, but it was too late. The vial had been thrown and the kid had managed to get away from their enemy without getting harmed!

But as Moonjumper was blinded with the explosion, he lost the control of his strings, not seeing where they were taking the brat anymore. But Snatcher was seeing what was about to happen, but he was far too slow to prevent any of it. A deafening and horrifying scream left his lips as he witnessed the little girl being impaled on one of Vanessa’s previous ice pillars.

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=> Chapter 25

[vegetacide]

Coffee - Part 4

Veg●notable: Haven’t touched this is a while and its just been sitting in my W.I.P file... so here ya go

Part of my Coffee: Wicked Barista story line. Links to previous chapters below

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

Warnings: None

Summary: Hidden in plan sight... sort of....

Characters: My rare pair cause they are my life...

Universe: A/U TaG’verse 

Enjoy 😊

oOo

Glancing in the rear view, Kayo swung her door open and stepped out into the Autumnal sunshine.

The air had a mild bite to it which was a complete contrast to her warm island home. Virgil seemed to thrive in this sort of weather despite his years on the island, it invigorated him and put a little spring in his step which in turn brought a soft smile to her face.

“You’re happy this morning.” Virgil stated, slipping around the hood of the car and joining her on the sidewalk.

She shrugged and tucked her hands into the pockets of her soft, brown leather coat, “It’s a nice morning.”

Virgil bit back a yawn and stretched, leaning back against the side panel of the slick sports car. “A little too early if you ask me. Why they plan meeting at this time of the morning is beyond me”

“Well, for normal people the day actually starts before noon.” She teased with an arched brow.

Reaching out, Virgil carefully tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “The point being,” He started, smoothing his fingers along her jawline. “We own the company so meeting times should be a bit more flexible.”

Kayo shivered and hunched her shoulders against the breeze that rustle the leaves of the small elms that lined the sidewalk.. “Well, you should discuss that with your brother. He set it up.”

“And knowing you, you objected to it being in person and suggested a holo conference.” Seeing her quiver, Virgil frowned and pulled the zipper of her jacket up higher.

“Yes, and obviously he ignored it. Something about doing stuff in person is more personal and its good for the board to see a Tracy in the flesh.” Her voice dropped a few octaves for the last part in a poor imitation of Scott’s voice.

“Scott likes to add the personal touch to business dealings. It was something Dad always prided himself on and it’s only reasonable that Scott would hold to the same values.”

“Well next time he should pick a warmer location.” She groused.

Virgil’s chuckle at her crankiness which brought a childish pout to her face as she grumbled. “You know, your love of coffee is bordering on obsession, right?” Obviously redirecting the course of their conversation to cover for her distaste of their current situation.

His very pleasing lips, turned up in a cocky grin as he went with the topic change. “Well I wouldn’t need it so much if someone hadn’t decided to jump into ensuite jacuzzi at 1 in the morning.”

Her own lips curved up as she stepped into the embrace of his arms and nearly sighed at the warmth radiating off of him. “Well, no one said you had to join me.”

A look that passed over his face as he dipped down to nip at her lips made her laugh. “Like I could resist that temptation. I only have so much control and you know it.”

She laughed and slipped her hands inside his jacket and around his trim waist, her fingers grasping at the loose folds of the cable knit sweater he wore to stave off the cold. At least one of them had come prepared for the weather, next time she would remember to check the forecast. “You are way too easy to manipulate.”

A mock look of shock had his brows shooting off into his hairline. “Oh, so you admit it. I knew it!”

She pecked a kiss on the end of his nose. “Ok Hot Shot, we don’t have all day.. Go get your fix already.” She swatted at his backside before pointing off towards their destination. “At your rate of travel it’s going to be time for bed again before we even get a hot drink.”

His lips skimmed down her neck and had her pulse skipping a beat before stepping back from her. The shit eating grin on his face proof that he knew exactly what he had just done to her. “Bed? Now that sounds like a great idea..”

“Don’t even think it!” She barked out a laugh. “Scott would have my hide if you missed this board meeting.”

It was Virgil’s turn to pout but he acquiesced and with practiced ease slipped across the street, through the snarling traffic and to the little coffee shop he had insisted on stopping at.

Her eyes stayed on him as the door closed behind him and she told herself she had not just watched his ass make the whole journey .. but really, who was she kidding? It was a very fine posterior.

Giving her head a shake, she got serious and once again her eyes scanned over the crowds around them and the nondescript sedan that had been tailing them. She nodded her head as she made eye contact with the driver, one of her security personnel who she had personally hired and vetted.

Pulling out a small comm device from her pocket, she slipped it into her ear. “All eyes on deck, Big Green is on site.” The series of acknowledgments that sounded back to her were very professional and just what she expected from the well trained group.

#-#-#

Late that night, Kayo arched her back and stretched. Her hair was flared out around her in a glorious halo of dark, thick waves and her body was sublimely loose and achy in all the right places.

One thickly muscled arm was thrown casually across her midriff, fingers lax and gently curled as the man they were attached to slept on.

Looking over at the mussed, ebony haired man beside her, Kayo lips turned up affectionately. His face was turned towards her though half buried in his pillow, mouth slightly parted as he lightly snored away.

Sprawled out on his stomach, the sheet riding low on his trim hips, Kayo couldn’t resist lightly skimmed her fingers up his back before leaning over to brush her lips across his shoulder blade. Virgil stirred lightly and one warm, brown eye cracked open, there was a question in his sleepy grunt.

“Shhh,” She hushed, “Go back to sleep.”

With little fuss he snuggled into his pillow and drifted off again within seconds.

Waiting just long enough to ensure the steady rise and fall of his thickly padded chest, Kayo untangled her limbs from his and slipped out of the bed, quietly escaping and comfortably nude across the thick carpeting of their luxurious St. Regis hotel suite of rooms.

She was careful to avoid tripping over the trail of discarded clothing that lead from the sitting area through the pocket doors to the now very rumpled sheets and she ducked stealthy into the bathroom. Grabbing a sumptuous robe off the back of the door, she slipped into it and set herself down at the richly appointed settee that graced one wall of the immaculate space.

Reaching into her toiletry bag, she grabbed her back up communicator and was instantly met by a smiling Lady Penelope.

“Tanusha,” She greeted, her eagle eyes taking in the security specialist rather ‘tumbled’ appearance with the slightest cock of one manicured brow. “I was beginning to suspect you’d forgotten about today’s conspiratorial agenda.”

Letting the veiled reprimand roll off her shoulders, Kayo straightened her spine. “Sorry for the lateness of the hour, your Ladyship.” She swept her loose locks to one side, the thick length trailed over and dark against the bright white covering her shoulders. “I was detained.”

The smile that lit Penelope’s eyes was very telling and Kayo resisted the urge to shut off the visual feed and go audio only. Her manners kicking in, she shoved the thought away and focused on the nature of her call. “Sanders reported in at 2100, advised that our friend had a visitor for coffee.”

“That she did.” Penelope corroborated. “I suspect it was her handler, I have assigned some agents to ‘escort’ at a respectable distance and report back their findings. As it stands at the moment though, this particular gentleman is an unknown to us.”

An enhanced image transferred to her and Kayo had a good look at the average face that flashed on her display. He was 30 something, thin build but deceptively athletic if the way he held himself said anything. His eyes though and the obvious bulge under his coat added another element. “Ex-military?” She thought out loud.

“I had the same thought as well. Various sources are being quietly contacted.”

“And our coffee wench?”

Penelope tutted at Kayo’s unsavoury term. “Now, now. No need for such vulgarity.”

Kayo narrowed her eyes, “She has an active contract on Virgil so the vulgarity is applicable...and I am keeping the more ‘creative” phrasings to myself out of respect for present company.

The British agent tipped her head in acceptance. “Point taken and I thank you for your courteousness.”

Another image flashed in front of Kayo and Penelope read her the dossier “Jessica Warner..aka Tracy Steinbeck, aka Rebecca Adler .. to name a few aliases, has numerous affiliations with the disreputable sort and seems to be well known on the dark web for her paid for hire services and discretion.”

“Not so discreet this time around, “ Kayo muttered, “Her location now?”

“Home. She is being monitored round the clock. If she so much as orders food in, we will be aware of it. “

“Good, she’ll need her beauty sleep for tomorrow.“ A wicked gleam came to her face as she thought about the tracking device in the biscotti bag. She had plans for it but now was not the time to put them in motion, she didn’t want to tip her hand and alert the hired gun that her cover was blown.

Kayo’s gaze flicked to the waste basket under the counter and her eyes narrowed on the hastily scrawled information on the crushed disposable coffee cup. “Her room mate…there wasn’t anything on her in the GDF databank or with my connections. Anything come up on your end?”

She watched the elegant shack of Penelope’s head. “Nothing, just a civilian with a very poor taste in living companions.”

“Lucky for her.”

“Indeed.”

Hearing stirring from the other room, Kayo glanced towards the washroom door. “Keep me posted if anything comes up and I will do likewise. If you can’t reach me contact Sanders. I’ll send you his comms info.”

“Appreciated. Good night, Kayo. Send Virgil my best.”

Kayo rolled her eyes. “Night, your Ladyship.”

oOo

TBC

[rogertaylors-lipgloss]

Rockstar- Brian May x Reader

So, I wrote this as a request from the darling @finnofamerica and I’m REALLY happy with how it turned out. It’s supposed to be a oneshot, but if you guys like it enough I might be convinced to write a part 2. Can be read as Brian or Gwilym!Brian. Written with help from @disasterdeacy. Unedited bc I just don’t have that kind of time. 

Summary: Reader is one of Queen’s newest roadies and catches the eye of none other than Brian May!

Word Count: 4,509

This IS 18+, There is a good chunk of smut in here. Also, drinking and a VERY BRIEF appearance of drugs. 

Brian, Roger, John, and Freddie were off to the side of the stage, waiting for the sound crew to set up their equipment so they could do a soundcheck. Roger, cigarette hanging from his lips, was gesturing wildly as he described his drunken escapades from the night before. When you accepted the job, you had only ever heard of Queen in passing, so meeting the band had never been a priority. You were their newest tech assistant, and so far your only dealings had been with the other roadies. They had been surprised that a girl was as good with the equipment as you were, but they accepted you quickly and showed you the ropes. It wasn’t your first gig, so it didn’t take you long to learn the nuances of this particular band.

You loaded up a couple amps on a cart and looked around to find one the other guys, but there was no one around. Thankfully at this point you had a general idea of the set up and started unloading the equipment on the stage. You started to connect everything and make sure it was all plugged up, when you noticed that one of the amps was a little static-y, even though there was no sound coming through. You started tinkering with it when Brian noticed and came running up to you.  

           “Hey, I don’t know who you are, but I don’t think you should be messing with that. You could break it!”

           You ignored him, and with one final readjustment, the static cleared. “I’m sorry, what was that you were saying?” You stood up to look the stranger in the eye and raised an eyebrow. He was incredibly tall, a halo of brown curls framing his face that featured kind eyes and a prominent, yet charming, nose. He was attractive, that was for sure, but you shook the thought from your head.

           “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ He stuttered, but you interrupted him.

“Didn’t what? Think that a woman was capable of fixing such a complicated piece of equipment?”  

“No, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m sorry.” He sighed, looking down at his feet. “Do you work for the stadium?”

You scoffed. “I work for you, actually. Been working for you for about three weeks now.”

           Brian’s face turned a deep shade of red. “I-I’m sorry, I’ve never noticed you before.”

You were insulted, but it’s not like you had ever made an effort to introduce yourself to the band. You preferred to operate in the background. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Yeah, well,” you said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

           Brian watched as you continued putting everything together. He furrowed his brow. He was positive that he wouldn’t have overlooked you. You were short- everyone was compared to him.  Long, Y/H/C hair framed your face, and your sharp Y/E/C eyes contrasted against your Y/S/C skin. Yep, he was absolutely certain he would have remembered you. “I find that hard to believe. What’s your name?”

           Rolling your eyes, you told him.

“Y/N?” He repeated, and your stomach fluttered at the way he said your name. Stop, you thought. He’s a rockstar, you’re nothing. “Well, Y/N, my name is Brian. If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from? Your accent is fascinating.”

“My accent?” You smirked. “You should hear yours.”

Brian’s face broke into the widest grin. “Excuse me, but I think you forget that we’re in England. This is what an Englishman sounds like.”

Both of you cracked up at that. When you finally stopped giggling, you looked up into his stunning, hazel eyes. “I’m from the U.S. *your home state here* to be exact.”

“Well, Y/N from *your home state here*, I hope you’ll forgive me for my egregious mistake.”

           You looked up at him, those eyes of his studying you carefully. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “It’s alright, Brian. It’s no big deal.”

           “Still, I feel just awful about it. Maybe you’d let me make it up to you by accompanying me to the after-party later tonight?”

           “Thanks but no thanks,” you shrugged. You always tried to get a nap in before the other techs stumble back onto the bus, loud and always inebriated. Even on the rare occasions they weren’t, you always found it difficult to sleep when the bus was on the road. “Maybe another time.”

           Brian’s face fell but he nodded. “Well, I genuinely hope I see you around, Y/N.” He started to walk away, and you felt your stomach pull. You didn’t know much about him, but he seemed sweet and genuine enough that you instantly regretted shooting him down.

Scrunching your face up, you called out to him. “Wait.” He stopped and turned to look at you. “I have to help load the truck back up after the show, but maybe after that?”

Brian’s face broke out into a wide grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His smile was infectious, and you couldn’t resist the grin that played on your lips.  

-

The boys put on a good show, you had to admit. You had watched from wings and admired the way Brian’s long, slender fingers danced across the strings. You wondered what those fingers would feel like inside of you, if he could play you as skillfully as his guitar. Brian looked glanced over and caught you staring, and he chuckled as a blush crept across your face.

After the last piece of equipment made it onto the truck, you half-ran back to your assigned bus. You didn’t know when, or even if, Brian would find you, so you didn’t risk taking a shower. What if he had already forgotten you and was off buried in some groupie? You ignored your anxiety as you peeled off your sweaty t-shirt and jeans and started digging through what little you had brought with you on the road. Not much of a party girl, you didn’t have a skirt or dress of any kind with you. Sighing, you picked up a pair of denim shorts and paired them with a simple black tank-top and your Adidas. It wasn’t something one would typically wear to a party, you thought, but at least it was clean, and it matched.  You had barely finished applying a fresh layer of makeup when you heard the other roadies bustling in.

One of them, Tom was his name, was already drunk and stopped to look you up and down like you were a piece of meat. “Woah, where are you going looking like that, Y/N?” You had barely been on tour for a week, but already knew he was a pig. “I was wondering if I’d ever get to see those legs.”

He tried to reach out and touch your thigh, but before he could you grabbed hold of his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. “Try to touch me again, and I’ll snap your arm like a twig,” you spat.

“Is this wanker bothering you?” You looked up to see Brian standing in the door of the bus.

Releasing Tom, you straightened up and smiled. “Nothing I can’t handle. Are you ready?”

He furrowed his brow and shot Tom a dangerous look before nodding and the two of you left the bus. Brian reached for your hand and you let him lead you through the back lot to a waiting limousine. He opened the door for you, and you found quite a few people inside. “Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Deacy, Freddie, and Roger.”

There were others, but Brian didn’t bother to introduce them. Those must be tonight’s groupies, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but wonder if you weren’t in the same position they were. It wouldn’t have been the first time a musician had won you over only to leave you high and dry for some new flavor. The girls assessed your outfit and shared a giggle between themselves. One was even so bold to whisper, loud enough for you to hear, “can you believe she’s wearing that to a Queen party?” Brian heard too and wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively. Normally, you would have shrugged him off, but something about him was oddly comforting in this car full of strangers.

“How lovely to meet you, Y/N. Have I seen you before?” Freddie peered at you over his champagne glass.

Before you could respond, John spoke up. “She’s one of the new audio technicians. You’re the one that fixed my amp!” He beamed at you, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

One of Roger’s groupies sneered. “A roadie? How tragic.”

Roger whipped his head around and shushed her. “I think that’s bloody brilliant. Beautiful and smart, a complete package,” he said with a wink and Brian rolled his eyes.

You were relieved when the boys shifted their attention from you to the flowing alcohol. You sat in silence until the limo finally reached its destination- a large, fancy hotel. While the rest of the group was boisterous as they made their way up to the penthouse suite, you and Brian kept a few steps behind as you followed them. “So, are you excited?” He looked at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m not really sure what I’m about to walk into, but I’m kind of excited, yeah.”

He chuckled. “There’s no telling with Freddie, prepare for the worst.”

The suite was already filled with people and loud music was blasting through some speakers that had been brought up. There were several bars set up, both inside and out, and a topless waitress carried around a tray of cocaine. You and Brian made your way over to one of the bars and ordered a couple of drinks. Sipping at your margarita, you surveyed the chaos around you. This is worse than a frat party, you thought- not that you had been to many of those either.

Brian intertwined his fingers with your free hand and led you to a velvet couch that was placed just far enough from the madness of the dancefloor that you could hear each other. He asked you so many questions that you wondered if you’d somehow stumbled into a secret gameshow. You told him about your favorite color, what part of England you stayed in when you weren’t on tour, what kind of music you listened to.

“What’s your favorite band,” he asked with a wink, expecting you to say Queen.

“So, don’t be mad, but I am the biggest fan of Billy Joel!” You giggled into your drink, taking another sip. Brian’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “He’s pretty big back home, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him.”

“You know, I think I’ve seen Deacy with one of his records before. Kinda soulful- a bit jazzy, yeah?”

Laughing, you set your drink down on the coffee table in front of you. “Something like that.”

He continued asking you anything and everything he could come up with, offering you his answers to the same questions in return. When he told you about his interest in astrophysics, your genuine interest was a pleasant surprise, and you loved the way his eyes sparkled when tried to explain his research to you.

“I have one last question, for now at least.” Brian watched you carefully, trying to be smooth. “Would you care to take a turn ‘round the floor with me?”

“I think I might,” you said, and he stood up, almost too quickly, and helped you off the couch before carrying you off to the dancefloor. Moving to the beat of the music, you felt Brian place his hands on your hips. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is, is this okay?” He stuttered, trying desperately not to offend you.

You grinned and placed your hands on top of his. “I’m not actually that bad, Brian. It’s just a front to keep the assholes away.”

He perked up and pulled you closer to him so that you had to put your arms around his neck. Leaning in, he whispered in your ear, “So does that mean I passed the test? I’m not an asshole?”

You pretended to think about it. “No,” you finally said. “An asshole would have already tried to get in my pants.”

“And who says I’m not trying?” He winked at you.

Your face flushed and you shot him a devilish grin. The alcohol was making you feel bold. “Maybe you need to try harder.” He groaned into your neck, the feeling of his breath on your skin giving you goosebumps.

The music continued to blare from the speakers all around the two of you, Brian’s warm hands migrated under your shirt. You looked up in surprise, feeling his long, skilled fingers gently pressing against the sweaty skin on your lower back.

“Is this hard enough for you?” Brian brought you closer to him, if that were even possible, placing one of his long legs between your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of him against your center, and you couldn’t help the shock that registered on your face as you felt the rock hard bulge pressing against your leg.

You hadn’t planned for this to happen, at least not this fast, so you placed your hands on Brian’s chest, pushing yourself off of him slightly. He noticed your apprehensiveness, and immediately backed up slightly, his leg removing itself from your core.

“Are you okay? Was it too much? I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Brian’s previous confidence was all of a sudden completely gone, replaced by a shy and extremely embarrassed tone of voice.

You shook your head slightly. “No Brian, you haven’t done anything, I just.. I’m not used to doing things like this.”

You hung your head in embarrassment, you had just basically admitted to a fucking rockstar that you were essentially an inexperienced baby, especially compared to him of all people. At least it wasn’t Roger, whose reputation definitely preceded him.

Brian smiled down at your hung head, his mind resting at ease at the fact that he hadn’t done anything to offend the beautiful girl in his arms. “That doesn’t bother me, Y/N,” he said, placing his hand under your chin to bring your gaze back up to his. “You could have just broken free of a nunnery and I’d still be here with you.”

You didn’t think it was possible to smile any larger than you were already, but Brian’s reassurance was enough to cause your face to be completely engrossed in the widest smile he had ever had the pleasure of viewing. “I don’t think I’m quite that tragic in the love department, thankfully.” Brian laughed, and dancing as he continued to hold you in his arms. You looked up at him with a serious expression. “It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything- not that there’s anything wrong with that!- but it’s just been a while. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I am a simple man, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “Easy to please. Besides, I sincerely doubt you’ve ever left a man disappointed in your life.” You closed your eyes, relishing the way his hot breath felt on your sensitive skin. He noticed goosebumps appear on your arms, and he smirked to himself.

“Why don’t we put that theory to the test, then?” You practically purred.  

Brian, overcome with a rush of desire, decided he needed to have you. He quickly removed your arms from around his neck and held tight to one of your hands as he led you off the dance floor. You followed him down a long hallway and into one of the many rooms the suite had to offer. “There, that’s a bit better,” he said, shutting the door and blocking out most of the noise of the party.

While he was distracted by fiddling with the lock on the door, you kicked off your socks and shoes, slipped off your tank top, and quickly shimmied your shorts off your hips. You may not have had any party wear, but you had been smart enough to bring something other than plain, dingy, undergarments. When Brian finally turned around, you where lazily spread across the bed clothed only in a blue translucent bra and matching underwear. His eyes devoured your frame like a man starved. You had barely given him a wicked small before feeling the weight of the bed drop as he climbed on top of you.

“You are incredible,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He took your face in his hand and angled it up to press his lips to yours. Though his fingers were roughly calloused, you were surprised at how soft and tender his pink lips were as the made their way down your neck to your chest. He deftly unhooked your bra and tossed it across the room. You whimpered quietly as he wrapped his hands around your breasts and took one of your nipples into his warm mouth, gently massaging the other with his finger. God, the noises coming from your mouth alone could have made Brian lose himself then and there. “I want to make you feel good.”

He almost jumped when your slid your hand beneath him to unbutton his pants. “I want to make you feel good too,” you whispered as you dipped under his waistband and pulled out his length. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He laughed but was cut off by a strangled noise in the back of his throat as you began to stroke him. Brian swirled his tongue around the tip of your breast, nibbling at it softly with his teeth. You cried out, and for a moment Brian thought he had hurt you. He started to pull off and apologize, but you laced your hand into his thick, brown curls and brought him closer. “Don’t stop,” you managed to get out between breaths.

Your voice sounded like velvet, enveloping Brian and clouding his mind. “God damn it, Y/N,” he purred against your breast, giving your nipple one last tug before bringing himself back up to your lips. You continued milking his cock as he swept his tongue across your bottom lip, which you parted to allow him to deepen the kiss. “’M getting close, love. Are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

You nodded, and he gently removed himself from your hands before letting his own hand wander south. One of his fingers graze the front of your panties, and he groaned. “What’s all this then?”

You tried to hide your face with your hands, but he lightly pulled them away. “Don’t be embarrassed. Tell me, love.”

“You. Watching you play. Then dancing with you, kissing you,” you whispered the last part against his lips, then he closed the distance between you. Clinging tightly against his chest, you shivered as his finger hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down tantalizingly slow before tossing them in the same direction he had your bra. Finally, he grazed your bare core and started to massage your folds, collecting your wetness before finally slipping his index finger inside.

A sharp breath escaped your lips, and he held you with one arm as he began pumping his finger. “More,” you begged, and he kissed you again before adding his middle finger. You whined and pushed your hips against his hand.

“Shh, darling. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he repeated. He positioned his thumb to rub your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside of you. Picking up his pace, Brian felt you tighten around his fingers and moaned at the sound and feeling of you coming undone at his touch. “That’s a good girl. Come for me, Y/N,” he said. You bit down on his shoulder as he guided you through the first orgasm you’d had in months. In your release, you hadn’t noticed the juices that had escaped and felt mortified at the mess you made, but Brian growled in appreciation. “Apparently I’m not the only one full of surprises,” he smirked, then sucked your juices off of his fingers, humming in satisfaction.

He rolled so that you were on top of him and you winked at him as you wiggled your body into position. Brian took his cock in his hand, giving it a couple pumps before reaching for a condom, but you shook your head. “I wanna feel you, all of you.” His brow furrowed, but you stopped him with a kiss before he could respond. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry.”

Fire flashed behind his eyes as he gripped your hips, lifting you up and slowly guiding you down onto him. He held you to his chest as you adjusted to the sudden fullness. You cursed quietly, and he stroked your hair. Nuzzling you ear, he whispered, “let me know whenever you’re ready, love.”

After a few more moments you finally gave him the go ahead. He took his time to feel every inch of your body, grinding your hips into him slowly. You cried out softly with each thrust, and you felt his fingertips brush a tear that had escaped down the side of your cheek. It had been so long since you’d had someone inside you this way, and even then they were nothing compared to Brian. You tried to sit up and take control, but it was too much. Brian pulled you back to his chest, brushing the back of your head with his hand. He moved to wrap his arms around your back and pushed himself up into you. He continued this way, holding you in place as he took control.

“You’re doing great, love. Taking me so well.” You both could feel that you were getting closer, and he rolled so that he hovered above you, continuing to pump in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he said, reaching down to draw circles on your bud.  You wrapped your legs behind his back as you finally tipped over the edge, and the feeling of you clenching down on him brought Brian tumbling down with you. The feeling of his seed spilling into you was enough to make you cry out, chanting his name as you started to come down from your high. Brian collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. Your eyes felt heavy, and you struggled to open them. Brian chuckled and leaned down to kiss your nose.

“That was… incredible,” you managed, wincing as he pulled out. “Did you, enjoy it?”

Brian threw his head back and laughed, pulling you into his embrace. With you stomach flush against his, he freed one of his hands and ran it along your thigh before dipping it between your legs, where his cum was slowly leaking out of you. “What do you think, love?”

You frowned at him. “I mean, that doesn’t always mean-“ He interrupted you by placing a hard kiss on your lips. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. Stop being so hard on yourself.”

Burying your head into his chest, you reached up and gently tugged on one of his curls. Brian wrapped his hand around your chin and pulled your face back out. His eyes were serious, and you melted under his stare. “Please?”

You said nothing but pressed your lips to his one more time before untangling yourself from his arms and the sheets. Bent over to pick up your clothes, you muttered, “You should get back to the party.”

Brian climbed out of the bed and crossed the room, closing the distance between the two of you before you could turn around. “Stop,” he pleaded. You continued, slipping your arms back into your bra and reaching behind yourself to secure it, but struggling. Brian took over, hooking the clasps together. You tried to turn around without meeting his eyes, but he caught your arm and brought you close to his chest. “What are you doing?”

Averting your gaze, you mumbled, “You’d gotten what you wanted, so I was just trying to make this less painful.”

“Make what less painful, Y/N?” Brian held on.

You finally looked up and locked eyes. “You’re a rockstar, Brian. I just figured you’d want to do what every other rockstar does, so I was giving you an out.”

Brian’s face fell, clearly hurt, and held you out in front of him. “Have I given you any indication that I would want that?”

You faltered. “No, but- “

“But what, Y/N?” His frustration was growing. “Why is it so hard to believe that I want you in my bed?”

“Because I’ve been through this before. I dared to think I was different and was left just as disappointed the next morning as one of Roger’s groupies.” You attempted a stony expression but were betrayed by the tears starting to spill down your cheeks. Brian’s hands journeyed to your face, tenderly wiping each tear from your eyes.  “My last job, I…”

“Shh, love. I understand.” You leaned into his hand and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s not me, Y/N. I know we just met, but I feel a connection and I know you feel something, too. I want you to be here when I wake up, and for as long after that as possible.”

“I feel it too, Brian,” you murmured, breathing deeply to steady yourself. You couldn’t explain it, but you trusted him. “I’ll stay.”

From what you could hear through the thick bedroom door, the party was winding down. The clock on the wall revealed that it was close to 4 A.M. You stretched your arms, a yawn giving away how tired you were.

“Come to bed, love,” he whispered, and you nodded in response.

He walked over to where an assistant had set his suitcases hours earlier. From one of them, he pulled out an oversized t-shirt that he often wore to bed himself and handed it to you. After removing your bra for the second time that night, you poked your head through the shirt and let it fall around your shoulders. Brian had fixed the bed before climbing into it himself and held back the comforter so that you could slide in easily. He laid the blanket over you and you scooted deeper into the bed so that your back was flush against his stomach. You hovered on the edge of sleep, relishing the feeling of his arms around you. Brian began to softly sing to you, and you turned in his arms to face him, your nose touching his. “I thought you didn’t know who Billy Joel was?”

“Is that who sings this? It’s quite the lovely tune.” You pecked his lips and rolled back over. He continued humming the lines to “Vienna” as you finally gave in to the weight of your exhaustion.

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Let me know what you think, lovelies! 

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

The Tempting Of Colson Baker X Reader PT 1

Word Count: 1,619

Warning: Slow building smut

“They felt right together; they fitted neatly against each other’s edges.”

Y/N is shy and embarrassed easily, you found it hard to express your feelings out right unless it was written on paper. Writing has always been your go to and honestly it was the way you felt most comfortable expressing yourself.

Colson on the other hand had no second thoughts on ever speaking his mind. He has a rough exterior that sexy bad boy appeal. It didn't hurt matters either that he was covered in tattoos which secretly was a turn on for you but you never dared admit it to him.

You initially weren't sure why but in some unexplained way you felt so comfortable around each other. It isn't easy for you to open up to people but slowly you found yourself opening up to him. In the entertainment industry it was no surprise that Colson had had countless hookups deemed nothing more than one night stands. Sure he had dated but when you get hurt badly by someone it makes it hard to trust people. A wall goes up protecting him and he sort of shuts down emotional attachment.

Living with him & the guys as well as Ashleigh and Casie (when she comes to visit) is definitely interesting to say the least. The house was like a circuit to party central there was never a dull moment for anyone. That of course came with it's fair share of jokes and pranks it was like living in a fraternity 24/7. Colson loved to tease you the sexual tension so thick that it was damn near frustrating. It's like he enjoyed how flustered you got watching as your face turned every shade of red imaginable. It didn't honestly take much to embarrass you you actually hated it at times, you are so shy so innocent quite the contrast to his wild and edgy personality.

Somehow you began to have feelings for him, you really liked him a lot. There was a part of you that wanted to tell Colson how you feel, doubt crept in with 'but what if he doesn't feel the same way?' you doubt you would live down the humiliation. You found yourself stealing a glance when he wasn't looking committing to memory his every detail. You tried your best to not make how you feel look obvious attempting to appear normal.

Early one morning in the kitchen you were pouring coffee talking to Ashleigh & AJ (Rook) when Colson walked it. A pair of hands ghost your waist hearing his deep voice inches from your ear. "God damm Y/N, you make waking up that look a sinful temptation." Instantly your face went beet red with your back turned thankful the two guys didn't notice only Ashleigh was an eye witness. Stirring your cup you turned to walk around Colson to maneuver to the kitchen table to get a mere inches of space." Keeping your composure to last breakfast was no easy task. When Colson and AJ exited the kitchen and out of earshot Ashleigh spoke out, "I can tell you both clearly have feelings for each other." Causing your cheeks to warm up. "You two are a lot alike in way, too shy and damned prideful." A smile betraying her serious expression. "I would honestly be mortified if feelings aren't exactly mutual." You admitted out loud surprising yourself. "If you two would confront the elephant in the room and talk you would be surprised." The thought of confronting him about your feelings terrified you. But the idea of keeping it bottled in was beginning to feel too overwhelming when you admitted it to yourself. You knew Ashleigh of all people would know him best considering she is his best friend he hired to manage him. "I honestly think that you two would be good for each other in more ways than you can realize." You paused as the words seeped into your subconscious. "You know I am not a straightforward person." You responded. "If one of you opened up it will be worth the risk." Ashleigh winked.

You made it a point to talk to Colson alone, you knew you can't ignore him it was better to get it off of your chest. A prime opportunity presented itself later that night…..

11:45pm Third Eye Audio Los Angeles, California:

You and Colson were in the studio recording a collaboration for his latest album. Slim, JP and the guys headed out to pick up food. Colson opted to stay behind to run things while you recorded your vocals. You finished off one of your verses before you heard Colson's voice from the overhead speaker in the booth. "On point and on one take Y/N let's take a break." Removing your headphones you placed them aside exiting the soundproof booth. It was now or never you thought, this was the first time together that you and Colson were alone so it was the chance to seize the moment. You took a deep breath, your heartbeat raced a bit a feeling of nervousness washing over you. You picked up the leather bound journal that lay open a top the speaker mere inches from where Colson sat. You were so focused you didn't realize he was in closer proximity,  the slight tapping of his fingers on your wrist caught your attention. You looked up his eyes in deadlock with yours the look he had at that moment had you feeling like mush.

Somehow your briefly let your emotions show, something you tried to never do. You bit your bottom lip that small slip caught Colson's eye. "What's a matter there babygirl cat got your tongue?" A mischievous smile splayed out across his face. There it was again that look, god what it ever did to you right now your brain couldn't seem to form a complete sentence. He leaned in a bit closer not leaving much space between you two. "Do I make you nervous or something?" He asked. You felt everything he said and every action was meant to cause slow torture. So many women practically threw themselves at him, you weren't the bold and brazen type let alone confident enough to verbally express your feelings.

“I’m sure you get this all the time, but you’re ridiculously attractive.” you thought in your head. His slightly disheveled blonde hair, smell of his cologne and the faint appearance of a five o clock shadow had your hormones kick started into high gear. His crystal blue eyes had you mesmerized. Colson dripped pure sex appeal not helping the already lustful thoughts traipsing through your mind. "I….ummm.." Silently you cursed yourself, you were a complete wreck. You had the impulse to bolt, you hardly turned when his hand took a firm yet gentle grip of your forearm. The quick movement sending the scent of your perfume to waife his way. "You are hot as fuck." The sensuous undertone to his voice turned you on. Resolve was crumbling and you felt vulnerable "This isn't easy for me, I have to get this off my chest otherwise I feel like I am about to implode." Colson still kept his eyes fixed on you a brief moment passed before you continued. "I like you… I like you a lot." Your mind raced the brief silence was almost asphyxiating, what little space was left between you two now closed up as Colson was now flush against you pinning you to the wall. "Your so fucking attractive…" it was damn near impossible to keep his composure. "You damn near drive me crazy, I like you so much I was afraid though if I said anything I would scare you off." It felt like a weight lifted off your chest "that's how I felt too so I just kept it bottled in never said anything."

//It's obviously insane

O'Cause we both know what we want

So why don't we fall in love?

Baby, let's fall in love//

"God what you do to me…" within seconds you felt Colson place kisses along your neck. Stopping at a spot just behind your ear at the slope….

Sucking, licking and biting until a bruise like hickey decorated your delicate skin. The heated passion that passed between you both is thick. The restraint you held for so long snapped like a rubber band, the temptation of him was far too much to resist. Your lips meet his in a searing hot kiss something about it felt right. Grabbing you by your waist he carries you to a futon, tossing you to the firm cushion below his body pinned to yours. He lifted your shirt up exposing the skin of your stomach kissing his way down at a tortuous slow rate. "P-p-p-please stop teasing." The words escaping your lips in a breathless plea. You were like putty underneath his touch, completely gone.

//'Cause every time I'm with you, I go into a zone

And I remember all the places you wanna go

Take me all the way

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

I'm tired of being patient, so let's pick up the pace

Take me all the way

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it//

It's clear that he consumes all your thoughts and you have nothing but pure desire to feel Colson be with him completely. All he wanted right here right now is to have you a moaning mess beneath him, to hear you scream out his name raking your fingernails into his back leaving marks of wild passionate sex. He wants to rail you so hard you can't walk straight.

[lady-sci-fi]

Captain Mike Yates’ “Betrayal” in Invasion of the Dinosaurs

Captain Mike Yates does not betray the Doctor and UNIT.

In addition to

The actor Richard Franklin having stated this several times at cons and interviews.

The Big Finish audios that involve Yates after Dinosaurs saying (without giving details) that way more happened to him in The Green Death and before Dinosaurs than we saw on screen. Basically, he was hurt quite badly in Green Death. Then, during his medical leave from that, he was hurt drastically by the Golden Age people while he was already vulnerable.

There are several in-story clues that not only is he not doing these actions willingly, but he’s trying to fight against it. This does make me think there is a deleted scene that more explicitly explains this, especially with how easily the Doctor and Brigadier forgive him and give him the chance to leave UNIT quietly at the end.

The clues:

Yates’ appearance.

Firstly, he looks quite tired and unwell and acts very subdued. Which is the opposite of what you’d expect after he’s been on leave for about a month. (My estimate, to give the Doctor enough time to miss him for his “great to see you again” reaction and information from the audios). It is definitely different from his usual easy-going smiling nature.

Then there’s his hair. He’s always had it longer than military regulation, and always brushed/styled loosely. In his previous appearance in Green Death it’s completely covering his ears. Here it’s the “correct” length and combed very neatly, even with a part on the side he’s never had before.

Now, the Brigadier doesn’t seem to care about how long Yates’ hair is, but General Finch, a very proper military man and an operative in Golden Age, would. This all means that Finch has been working on Yates for a while and forced him to change his appearance to his preference, instead of what Yates usually does.

Yates’ actions.

He meets Sarah, and all he knows about her is that she’s a civilian friend of the Doctor’s. But as soon as he’s alone with her in the next scene, he tells her everything that recently happened to him. Which is something he probably shouldn’t be doing, because secrecy and all that. She doesn’t need to know what happened a couple months ago in Wales and that he’s been on medical leave because of a mental reaction, even if she is a friend of the Doctor. Then he tells her that as soon as he comes back, this dinosaur stuff started.

Why would he tell Sarah this? I take this as him trying to tell someone that he’s not alright, and that there is a connection between his return and the dinosaurs. Why her? Because everyone else is too busy dealing with the problems to listen to him or notice his condition. It could also be that the conditioning or whatever was done to him by Golden Age stops him from saying any of this to anyone else. Sarah is the one person they couldn’t condition him against, since she was an unexpected arrival.

Then later, when Sarah complains to Yates about Finch trying to get her evacuated, he has no problem giving her a pass and warning her to stay out of Finch’s way. He knows she needs to stay, because she can help the Doctor and UNIT, and she’s a variable Golden Age wouldn’t know.

When Yates tells Golden Age that the Doctor is working on finding them, he is adamant in not killing or hurting the Doctor, despite that clearly being what Golden Age wants him to do. He frames it as “if we do that, we’re no better than the society we’re replacing” to appease them, but it clearly is from his own love for the Doctor, and keeping the Doctor alive to stop them.

Yates doesn’t hesitate to rush in and put himself between the Doctor and the T-rex to save him, even though he was the one who sabotaged the stun-gun. Then when Yates explains this to Golden Age, he’s angry. He pleads with them to let him tell the Doctor everything. He tries to justify it as the Doctor would help them, even though he knows fully well the Doctor would never stand for wiping out generations of people, much less help in that. His voice here is so desperate, and when he’s told to do more sabotage and says, “I’ll see what I can do,” as he leaves, he sounds like he’s about to cry. All this is tearing him up, and he can’t fully break through what’s been done to him to stop.

Then when Yates discovers someone tried to kill Sarah by locking her in with the T-rex and cutting the chains to let it free, he is again angry.

When Yates is ordered to lock the Doctor up, he can’t even look at him, apologizes to him as a way to get the Doctor know he’s been compromised, and passes the task to Benton. This again gives the Doctor a chance to get away.

When Benton is being reprimanded for letting the Doctor escape, and is told he’ll be arrested and court-martialed, Yates’ reaction is one of pure hurt and sorrow, because his actions have directly hurt Benton. Even though, if Golden Age is successful, Benton being punished won’t matter.

Then, when Yates comes in and pulls his gun on the Doctor, the Brigadier, and Benton, he comes off as confident in what he’s doing. With everything else, this leads me to believe one of two things. Either he’s been hurt again to make him do this, or he’s doing this of his own accord to get himself taken out. I lean to the second one, because he comes in just a few seconds after he would’ve seen the corporal leave to get tea. He would know the corporal will be back soon.

Either way, he tells them the full plan about the time-field roll-back, which gives them the rest of the information needed to stop Golden Age. His “I don’t care if I live or die. I’m not important” statement could be taken as he’s been hurt enough to legitimately believe it in the moment, or he’s trying to further convince them that he’s compromised and need to take him out. I lean to the second option, because he’s been doing his hardest to avoid hurting anyone.

When the distraction via the corporal coming back happens, Yates doesn’t really put up a struggle. And when Benton grabs him, he instantly completely stops. It’s like he’s relieved he’s finally been caught and can’t do anything more to help Golden Age.

In conclusion, Captain Yates wasn’t betraying the Doctor and UNIT. He was doing his best through being hurt by the BOSS computer in Green Death and taken advantage of and hurt again by Golden Age before Dinosaurs. He was under Golden Age’s control, and couldn’t directly resist them or tell anyone he knew about the situation. But he did what he could to give UNIT a chance to stop Golden Age.

I can see why people think he betrayed them, especially without having seen the UNIT stories as many times as I have. A scene somehow explaining this at the end would’ve made this clearer. Maybe just the Doctor and Brigadier discussing Yates’ behavior and what they should do with him. Or them seeing Yates and telling him it’s over, and him acting so relieved about it. Something to explain that they know something terrible happened to him and shouldn’t be held responsible for his actions.  

[sammythedominant]

Sam Gets A Sexy Clue / Blam

What: Blaine loses his virginity after Sam gets clued in.

Where: Sam’s suite.

When: New Year’s Eve.

Who: Sam and Blaine

@blainexandersub

It was rather crazy to think that this time last year, Blaine was living in LA. He’d spent New Year’s Eve at a loud, obnoxious party where Cooper flirted with every person who might possibly be able to get him an acting job - even the male execs, which said a lot about how far his super heterosexual brother was willing to go for a good role. Blaine had rung in 2018 just hoping that he’d make it through the night without a random tongue shoved down his throat - which had almost happened on more than one occasion. This year was way better already, as he was enjoying a quiet New Year’s Eve with the one person who meant the most to him: His Dominant. It was still only about 9:30pm, and they’d spent a large portion of time marathoning Marvel movies and playing Spider-Man on Sam’s playstation. Blaine was currently leaning against Sam as the Dom worked his way through a particularly difficult section of the game (Blaine had given up about half an hour ago) and was trying very hard to resist distracting him.

Sam had tried not to think about last year’s New Year’s celebration too much. Not because he was still hung up on Nate, though the fact that Silas wouldn’t be a major part of his life after graduation still stung, but because he couldn’t help but think that that Sam had a lot of bad things coming his way. 2018 had been a rough year, which was strange because it was the year he’d met his future claim and current love, Blaine. He grinned as Spider-Man climbed the Avengers tower, and reminded himself that his favorite game ever had come out this year too. He’d made his way through the main game, all the DLCs, and was now playing through again with Spider-Man wearing only his boxers. It made Sam giggle all the time, and he loved to annoy Stevie by screenshotting the half-naked Peter Parker and send his little brother the pictures. “Stevie’s gonna hate this one,” he grinned at Blaine, oblivious to the fact that Blaine was considering distracting him.

Blaine hummed, because Sam had said that about the last three screenshots. They were all, admittedly, hilarious, but Blaine was starting to get bored of watching Sam play. He didn’t know what it was about today in particular (maybe he was just really fed up with waiting) but he really wanted Sam’s attention to be elsewhere. He shifted slightly so he could rest his hand on Sam’s knee. “Whoever came up with the idea to add the boxers skin to this game must be a really fun person.” He commented, only contributing input with half enthusiasm.

“I’m following most of the studio on twitter, they all seem pretty awesome,” Sam grinned, as he sent the screenshot over to Stevie. The reply came back almost instantly as an audio clip. Go fuck yourself, Sammy. Sam broke out into more giggles, shaking his head. “It’s so tempting to show that to Mom or Dad,” he smiled at Blaine, leaning over to kiss his submissive’s cheek.

Blaine laughed at Stevie’s response, “He’s what, 13? My mom would have skinned me alive if I’d said something like that at his age.” He chuckled, and it was really really tempting to make a comment about how Sam didn’t have to fuck himself, because there was someone else he could totally be fucking. Very tempting in fact, and Blaine ventured to say something not quite as obvious but hinting along those lines. “Joke’s on him though.”

Sam laughed too, and nodded. “He’d never talk like that in front of them. Not even to Cal, honestly. He knows he can get away with it with me and it lets him be a little naughty without getting into trouble, or upsetting anyone,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. He quickly sent Stevie a middle-finger emoji, before frowning at Blaine. “It is?” he asked, confused. “Pretty sure he doesn’t know about my sex toy collection, babe.”

Blaine couldn’t help it, he had to roll his eyes at Sam’s response because how oblivious does one have to be? It was adorable, even endearing, in some ways, but a teeny bit frustrating. “I just mean it’s not yourself you need to be fucking tonight, Sir.” He said bluntly.

Sam frowned when Blaine rolled his eyes, and he knew he was missing something. He stared at Blaine as his boy spoke so bluntly, mulling the words over in his mind until they clicked about ten seconds after Blaine said them. The PlayStation controller fell to the ground, semi-naked Peter Parkers and swearing brothers totally forgotten about. “Are you serious? Because I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, you have no idea.”

Blaine resisted the urge to laugh at how quickly the Playstation controller fell when his meaning finally clicked. “I’ve been hinting for weeks, Sir.” He stated, because he had been, he just hadn’t wanted to be too pushy about it, being that he was the submissive of this equation. “I’m serious. It’s New Year’s Eve and if you think I’m starting 2019 still a virgin you’re thinking wrong, Sir.”

“Weeks?” Sam squeaked, his eyes bulging wide for a few moments. “Du...what….Blaine! You know if I’m being totally dense, you should hit me over the head with it!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I...I would’ve made plans! I would’ve lit candles, or cooked for you, or...done anything but play Spider-Man for the last three hours!” he promised, and sighed softly. “You’re not rushing this? Because of the New Year, or...anything at all? You need to want this for the right reasons.”

Blaine nodded. “Weeks.” He confirmed. “And honestly, it’s kind of adorable how oblivious you can be sometimes?” He said, smiling. “Sir, I promise, I’m not rushing this for anything except for the fact that I’ve wanted this for a long time. And I want this. I really do. Because I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you and I don’t care about candles or dinner or any of that because I just want you.”

Sam narrowed his eyes a little at Blaine, though his smile made it obvious that he was pretty happy that Blaine found something that he couldn’t help about himself adorable. “That totally sounds like this isn’t the first time I’ve been oblivious about something,” he pointed out. His smile turned into a happy grin as Blaine spoke. “You have no idea how much I want this. How many times I’ve imagined you in my bed...or the sofa...or bent over the counter in the kitchen…” he smirked.

Blaine could feel his cheeks colouring up a little as Sam spoke, and he smiled. “We've got all night…” he pointed out, chewing his lip slightly. He was totally on board with Sam just having his way with him for an entire night.

Sam leaned closer, and slowly pressed his lips against Blaine’s, one hand moving to rest on Blaine’s thigh. “We do have all night, don’t we?” he murmured as he broke the kiss, and looked into his submissive’s eyes. “I think it’s just...us tonight, okay? Not…” he paused, frowning. “I don’t mean threesomes or anything, I mean...I don’t want you to need to ask permission to get off, or anything, it should be just me and you, being me and you. Does that make sense?”

Blaine tilted his head as he made sense of Sam's words. “So… like no marks?” he asked, confused. He chewed his lip, “What if I kinda want it that way? Like with you domming me I mean.”

Sam frowned a little, before breaking out into a big grin. “Oh I’m definitely going to mark you,” Sam smirked, his dick twitching in his pants at the thought. “Yeah? Because I can do that, baby. I just...I guess I’m overthinking a few things. I want to make sure this is perfect for you.”

Blaine smiled, because Sam was always thinking of him and making sure everything was perfect, and Blaine would never take that for granted. He leaned forward and kissed Sam, “Don’t overthink it. Just make me yours, and that'll make it perfect.” he told him quietly.

Sam groaned into the kiss, and it didn’t take him long to realise his dick was straining hard against his pants. “You’re already mine, sex or no sex,” he promised as he pulled away from the kiss a little, hurriedly pulling off his shirt. He’d moved so quickly that it ripped, and buttons popped off, but Sam would happily murder his entire wardrobe right now if it meant he could be naked a few seconds quicker.

Blaine's eyes widened as he heard Sam's shirt rip, and one of the loose buttons flew dangerously close to his face. It was equal parts comical and alarming. He stifled a laugh, “Sir, I hope that wasn't a favourite shirt.” he said.

Sam grinned, easily recognising that Blaine was trying to stifle a laugh. “Hey, you should probably be asking what state your clothes are gonna be in if they’re still on when I’m done,” he smiled, as he took his belt off.

Blaine made a noise that couldn't quite be described at that subtle “threat.” He was wearing the brand new cardigan he’d gotten for Christmas from his parents - the latest in the Brooks Brothers line, aka, expensive. He made quick work of removing that before anything bad could happen to it and then scrambled to untie the bow tie. Sam had an unfair head start, so Blaine was only half way through unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing when Sam was finished.

Sam grinned as he heard that noise coming from Blaine. He knew Blaine’s clothes cost more than his own, probably more than his PlayStation, so he’d never actually rip them on purpose. But he couldn’t argue with the results. Watching Blaine hurry to strip was one of the most amazing things ever. “Would it be weird if you kept the bow tie on?” he grinned, as he pulled his pants down.

Blaine paused, his hands still fumbling with the knot. He shrugged, and moved on to trying to work the collar of his shirt out from underneath it. He had no issues leaving the bow tie on. “Sometimes I question why I wear so many layers…” he said, finally getting the shirt free.

“To tease me when you strip,” Sam grinned. Knowing how expensive Blaine’s clothes were and how good his boy liked to look, Sam grabbed his boy’s clothes and folded them quickly while in his underwear. “You look so amazing, and this is really just enforcing the whole idea that I need to get you a bow-tie collar when we claim,” he smirked.

Blaine smiled fondly as Sam began folding his clothes. It was such a sweet gesture, and he felt reaffirmed in every way that he'd found the perfect person to share his life with. His eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree when Sam mentioned a bow tie collar, “Do those exist?” he asked, excitement clear in his voice. How amazing would it be to have a collar that reflected him so perfectly?

Sam had the biggest grin on his face as he realised how excited Blaine was at the idea of a bow tie collar. “They do,” he nodded. “I’ve googled it, there’s lots of different types. The only downside would be, it might look weird if you had that kind of collar, and you wanted to wear one of your real bow ties too,” Sam shrugged a little. “But we’ve got time to figure that out.”

“You've googled it?” Blaine repeated, pausing half way through undoing his belt. His face broke out into an even bigger smile. “You know, if I had a real collar, I wouldn't necessarily need to wear the bow ties all the time…” he pointed out.

Sam chuckled, and nodded. “Of course I did. I want to make sure you have the best collar ever,” he said, having made plans to save up for it. “No?” he asked, frowning a little. “But your collection…”

“Any collar that marks me as officially, legally yours is the best collar, Sir.” Blaine assured. He dropped the half unbuckled belt from his hands and reached forward to take Sam's hands. “I wear them mostly because they give me a sense of… security, I guess. It's stupid, I know. But I wouldn't need that as much if I had a collar on all the time…” he said quietly. After a moment, he looked up, an idea hitting him. “Maybe they make collars where you can change out the bow tie on it every day…”

“That definitely sounds like you’re trying to convince me that buying something cheap is okay,” Sam said, automatically shaking his head at the idea of cheaping out of a collar for Blaine. There was no way at all that was ever happening. “Not stupid,” Sam shook his head again, and gently tapped Blaine’s thigh, instead of a spank which he knew Blaine would hate. “That’s an idea. If they don’t make them, we could maybe commission something like that.”

Blaine laughed, “If there’s one thing you're not allowed to cheap out on, Sir, it's my collar.” he teased. “But honestly, I just mean I'll be happy with almost anything.” he assured, even if it ended up being a cheaper collar Blaine would love and cherish it just the same as any expensive one. The little tap was effective at getting Blaine to realize he maybe shouldn't use such a word about himself, but he didn't comment on it. He stepped closer to Sam, running his hands along the Dom's bare chest. “Maybe we could…” he hummed, his attention wandering a little as he took in the sight of his Doms abs. Easily his kryptonite, no question.

“Damn right about that, I’m getting you the best collar ever,” Sam grinned at Blaine’s laughter. As much as Blaine assured him he’d love a cheaper collar just as much, Sam was set on getting him the best one possible. Even if it meant taking out a loan. He watched Blaine for a few moments, grinning as he saw his boy’s attention begin to wander. Innocently, Sam began to trail his fingers along his abs, before leaning in to whisper, “I’m going to make you blow your load all over these, babe.”

Blaine hummed lightly as Sam promised him the best collar ever, watching the finger that moved down his abs. The next sentence had Blaine blushing deep as he grinned. “Well that conversation went from zero to a hundred really fast.” he commented. He could feel his cock starting to strain against the front of his skinny jeans and once again questioned his fashion choices. “What are you waiting for?”

“You’re getting naked, what am I supposed to do? I’m very excited,” Sam grinned, adoring how much Blaine was blushing. He decided to tease his boy a little. “Do you think you’ll still blush like that after you’ve taken my cock a few times?” he asked, as he fingers ran along the tip of Blaine’s jeans. “How about when I’ve fucked you, and then plugged you up? Still blush for me?”

Blaine dropped his forehead against Sam’s chest as the dom’s hand found his jeans. He could feel his cheeks turning even redder and honestly, he wasn’t sure that was a trait that would ever go away. “Always, Sir.” He whispered, his cock straining even harder against his jeans.

“Of course you will,” Sam murmured, as he buttoned Blaine’s jeans. The sound of the unbuttoning seemed to vibrate around the room, and he gently began to pull them down. “You’re my innocent blushing boy,” Sam smiled. “I could do unspeakable things to you, and you’d still blush an hour later, wouldn’t you?”

Blaine was as red as a cherry by now, and he confirmed Sam’s theory with a nod. “Yes, Sir.” He said. His hips inched forward, seeking more contact with Sam’s hand. Tonight was sure to be mindblowing, he was positive, but gosh was it taking forever to get going.

Sam grinned at how red Blaine was, and slowly sank to his knees, taking Blaine’s pants with him. He leaned forward, looking up at his boy as he pressed his lips against Blaine’s bulge. He smirked softly. “Remind me who you belong to,” he murmured, as he gently began to ease Blaine’s underwear down.

Blaine hummed lightly as he felt Sam’s lips against him. His underwear was still frustratingly in the way, but he wasn’t about to complain about any sort of contact. “You, Sir. I belong to you.” He said without hesitation.

Sam frowned up at Blaine a little. “Me? You belong to me?” he asked, as he eased Blaine’s underwear down to his ankles. “I don’t know, Blaine, I don’t see my marks on you anywhere. No hickeys,” he murmured, as he kissed Blaine’s hip, “there’s definitely no sign you’ve been fucked hard,” he teased. “Maybe I need to show you that you belong to me.”

Blaine's heart stopped at Sam's frown, wondering if he did something wrong. Fortunately, it didn't appear so as Sam began to speak, and Blaine's cock twitched in response to the words. “Please do, Sir.” he said.

Sam grinned up at Blaine, and kept eye contact with him as he leaned in and took Blaine’s cock into his mouth. His hands moved to Blaine’s thighs, stroking him there, as he lapped at his boy’s cock head.

Blaine let out a breath as he felt Sam’s tongue on him. He bit his lip, already feeling a little weak in the knees. He was the luckiest sub in the whole world, and he knew it.

Sam winked up at Blaine, as he took him into his mouth more. He groaned around his boy’s shaft, as one hand moved from Blaine’s hip to stroke his balls. He loved doing this to Blaine, and the knowledge that he was going to get to do more soon was almost enough to drive him wild.

Blaine’s eyes fell closed as the sensations travelling through his body. He let out a whine, simultaneously wanting more but not wanting to rush. They had an entire night. “Sir…” He whispered. “You’re amazing.”

Sam grinned around Blaine’s cock, lapping at his cock head a little more. His fingers moved from Blaine’s balls, to tease behind him and move between his boy’s cheeks. He let Blaine’s cock fall from his mouth, as he gently began to tease Blaine’s hole. “Remind me again, who’s this belong to?” he grinned.

Blaine moaned as he felt Sam’s hand shift. “Unf… You, Sir.” He breathed. “Always you.” He could feel his knees quiver a little and he reached forward to grab one of Sam’s shoulders for support.

Sam smiled up at Blaine and pulled his finger away, to wet it in his mouth. He moved it back, looking up at Blaine carefully, before gently pushing just the tip into his submissive boy. “Fair warning, I think I’m about to become obsessed with your ass even more than before.”

Blaine’s grip on Sam’s shoulder tightened slightly as he felt the tip of Sam’s finger enter him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, Sir.” He commented with a slight chuckle.

“It might be,” Sam grinned, as he gently pushed his finger into Blaine a little more. “I might need it again and again. Might need to touch it, rim it, fuck it, all kinds of things,” he smirked. “You might get to the point where you don’t remember what its like to sit down and not feel that hot soreness.”

Blaine almost lost his balance when the finger went a little deeper. He let out another whine, “None of that sounds like a bad thing, Sir…” He said, steadying himself against Sam’s shoulders again.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” Sam groaned, resting his head against Blaine’s leg as he eased the finger deeper into him for a few moments. Grinning, he eased it out just to tease his boy, before reaching under the coffee table for the nearest tube of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers, and eased his finger back into Blaine. Not waiting long, he pushed a second finger into him too.

Vaguely, Blaine wondered just how many hidden bottles of lube there were in this place. Was it equal to the number of hidden condoms? He didn't have too much time to dwell on it though because suddenly there was a second finger in him and he couldn't stay standing any longer. He dropped to his knees so he was level with Sam, a position that felt more natural to him anyway, with a groan. “Sir…”

Sam grinned as Blaine sank to his knees, moving into place with him, as he worked on stretching him open. “Ever done to yourself, babe?” Sam asked curiously, as he used one hand to hold onto Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine leaned a little forward to rest his forehead on Sam's shoulder. “Mm… once.” he replied, not going into detail. He was chewing his lip as Sam worked, every sensation lighting his nerves up like little firecrackers.

“I definitely want to see that some time,” Sam grinned, as he worked on stretching Blaine open. He wanted to make sure Blaine didn’t hurt too much once they got started. After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out and stood up, quickly taking off his underwear and letting them fall to the floor.

Blaine didn't comment on that, his brain just a little too focused on other things at the moment. His eyes locked onto Sam as the Dom stood up, and then his underwear was on the floor and Blaine was entirely distracted by his Dom's cock.

Sam grinned wickedly when he saw how distracted Blaine was by his cock. He reached down and began to stroke himself in front of Blaine’s face, and licked his lips. “Do you want this, babe? Tell me how badly you want it.”

Blaine stared as Sam began to stroke himself, giving a little whine. “Sir…” He whispered. Begging really wasn’t his strong suit. It bordered a little too close to the humiliation line, but he didn’t really want to ruin the mood at all so instead he looked up to Sam with the best puppy eyes he could manage and simply said, “Please?”

Sam smiled softly, let go of his cock, and stroked Blaine’s cheek. “You can tell me things, sexual things, without getting embarrassed, baby. I’m not ever, ever trying to make you feel uncomfortable,” he promised, as he reached down and pulled Blaine up onto his feet. “I really need to see you laying down on the sofa with your legs spread,” he grinned.

Blaine closed his eyes as Sam spoke. He knew the words to be true, and yet he couldn’t quite wrap his head around some of the concepts yet. He nodded though, to show he understood, and easily got to his feet when Sam pulled him up. “Yes, Sir.” He followed the order without hesitation. He got into position on the sofa, exactly the way his Dom wanted him to.

Sam watched as Blaine moved to the sofa, and groaned a little. “God, you look amazing,” he murmured, as he moved to the sofa too. He knelt between Blaine’s legs, reaching out to stroke both of them, before wrapped them around his own waist. “Tell me again that you’re sure, babe.”

Blaine watched Sam carefully, drinking in the sight of him. He’d never get tired of seeing his Dom naked, that was for sure. He almost rolled his eyes when Sam asked him to reaffirm that he was sure, because he wasn’t sure how to make it any clearer. But instead of rolling his eyes, he sat up just a little to meet Sam’s eyes. “I’m sure. More sure than I’ve ever been about anything.” He promised, his legs tightening just a little around Sam.

Sam smiled a little, and was grateful that Blaine didn’t make a big deal out of him needing to ask again. He stroked his hand over Blaine’s thigh, before gripping his own cock. “”Thank God,” he grinned a little, as he eased forward and pressed his cock head against Blaine’s hole, for the very first time.

Blaine let out a little noise as he felt Sam's cock against him. He reached up to touch Sam's chest. He looked at his Dom and felt another wave of affection and love towards him. “I love you, Sir.” He said.

Sam groaned softly, when he heard the little noise Blaine made. He instantly wanted to make his boy making as many noises as he possibly could. He smiled happily down at Blaine. “I love you too,” he said softly, glancing downwards as he began to push into his boy.

Blaine closed his eyes, the new sensation was overwhelming in a lot of ways. He hadn't quite been prepared for the fact that it often hurt a little the first time. It wasn't a bad pain, though, but it was enough for him to reach out for Sam's hand for comfort. He remembered that breathing was a thing, and once his body adjusted the pain was replaced with a sense of pleasure and anticipation.

Sam moved slowly, remembering really well how intense this first feeling could be, and he didn’t want to make this a bad experience for Blaine. He started moving a little slower, one hand on Blaine’s leg, watching Blaine very carefully. “You feel so amazing, babe,” he whispered.

Blaine was making the tiniest little noises and he wasn’t even aware of it. He was aware of exactly three things; Sam’s cock moving inside him, his own cock achingly hard between them, and Sam’s voice breaking through the haze and offering Blaine a sense of safety and love. He almost forgot to breathe again.

“Breath, babe, gotta breath,” Sam groaned, as he slowly pushed his length into Blaine. “God, I...fuck, I knew this would be hot, but fuck,” he groaned out, as he stared down at his submissive.

Blaine took in a breath and moaned as Sam got deeper. “S-Siirrr.” He whined. He opened his eyes to look up at Sam, feeling a wonderful haze of love and submission as he did so. He took another breath, remembering that Sam had told him to.

Sam kept pushing until he was buried inside Blaine, closing his eyes as he was flush against Blaine’s body. “Oh God,” he groaned, smiling happily. “Take a moment, babe, take...god, take a moment and tell me when you’re ready for me to move,” he moaned.

Blaine definitely needed a moment. His senses were on fire and he was pretty sure he could almost pass out from how happy he was feeling that this was finally happening. His hand unconsciously sought out Sam’s chest, stroking over it for a brief moment. He paused when his hand was over Sam’s heart, and breathed. “R-Ready, Sir.” He said in a breath.

Sam watched Blaine as he took his moment, and then moved his own hand to cover his boy’s. “So beautiful,” he breathed out as he looked down at Blaine, and then grinned so eagerly when Blaine said he was ready. He squeezed Blaine’s hand gently, before beginning to move, pulling back and slowly easing back in, to set up a gentle rhythm.

Blaine’s hand turned a little so he could grip Sam’s. As his Dom moved, Blaine could feel every nerve ending light up and he gasped. His head fell back against the sofa as he breathed, each breath coming with a hint of a moan. “Oh fuck…” He whispered. He hadn’t even imagined it would feel this amazing, if he was honest with himself.

Sam held onto Blaine’s hand, and knew he’d have Blaine’s gasped emblazenoned into his memory for the rest of his life. It was the more erotic thing ever. He threw his head back slightly, his long hair falling around his shoulders as he pushed back into Blaine again. “Oh, God, Christ,” he whispered back.

Blaine wasn’t entirely sure how long he could last like this, he already felt ready to explode and his aching cock between them was evidence of that, but he also knew that he wanted this to last as long as it possibly could so he could enjoy every moment of it. Sam’s movements were slow, and he was aware that was because he was still new at this, but his hips bucked a little as he whined, wanting more. He couldn’t believe they’d waited so long… He really wanted to make up for the lost time tonight. He wanted to wake up with hickies all over his body and bruises on his hips, he wanted to have any reminder he could of tonight and how much he belonged to Sam.

Sam groaned desperately when Blaine bucked his hips, and silently pleaded for more. “Oh god, baby,” Sam moaned, and began to move faster. He leaned down, on top of Blaine now and burying his face in his boy’s neck. He kissed and sucked on the skin there, tasting his boy as he worked his hips to drive home into him.

Blaine’s moans were becoming louder now, every thrust making him see stars. His hands moved up to grip at Sam’s shoulders, bracing himself against the movement. Sam’s mouth against his skin was only heightening the experience, and he wasn’t even sure what day it was anymore. All he was aware of was Sam, his Dom, the connection between them.

“You’re so fucking hot, feel so fucking amazing,” Sam gasped, as he kissed at Blaine’s neck. He’d never felt this amazingly connected to someone else during sex, and he couldn’t believe it could feel this good. There was nothing else in the world right now, except for Blaine underneath him.

Blaine moaned in response, his fingers tightening on Sam’s shoulders as the pleasure built within his body. “Fuck, Sir…” He groaned, gasping for air. Blaine could feel his muscles tightening, begging for release but he resisted as much as he could, he didn’t want this to be over yet.

“Cum, baby, cum whenever you want to,” Sam whispered into Blaine’s ear, as he moved in and out of the submissive. “We’ve got all night, we’re going to do so, so much,” he gasped out, as he felt Blaine tightening around him, so much.

Blaine let out a long moan at Sam’s words, and though he tried he couldn’t hold it back any more. Within moments his body tensed and he was coming right across Sam’s abs and his own with a loud moan. He was pretty sure it was his most intense orgasm yet.

Sam closed his eyes for a long moment, and bit down on his lip. “Jesus, babe,” he groaned. “You cumming on me might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whimpered, so turned on that he lost his rhythm for a moment.

Blaine blinked up at Sam, feeling a little bit more than lucky that he had the privilege of belonging to the beautiful man on top of him. His entire body was in sensory overload and every one of Sam's movements was amplified. “mmmf” was about the only response he was capable of making at the moment, but he had to agree that this was basically the hottest moment of his whole life.

Sam knew he couldn’t last much longer, with the feeling of Blaine shooting on his abs and his boy being so turned on that he could barely talk. He grinned down at Blaine, kissing the other man’s lips as he worked his own hips, pumping into him for one last time. Sam groaned against Blaine’s lips loudly, as he came inside his submissive.

Blaine was whimpering by the time Sam finished, and the feel of Sam's lips on his own was another spark adding to the fire. “Mmf, fuck… Sir…” he breathed. The combination of sweat and his head against the couch had loosened Blaine's hair from the gel quite a bit, loose curls had freed themselves whenever they saw the opportunity, but in this moment… Blaine couldn't bring himself to care.

Sam grinned as he looked down at Blaine, taking in the sight of his beautiful boy as he came down from the intense high of his orgasm. Gently, he eased out of Blaine and collapsed next to him on the couch, panting softly. “Holy fucking crap,” he gasped out.

Blaine took a couple of breaths as Sam flopped next to him. He smirked, “M'name is Blaine, not Crap.” he joked, a smile spreading across his face.

Sam had the biggest and happiest smile on his face as he looked over at Blaine. “You get really dorky after you get fucked,” he teased, his hand stroking up and down Blaine’s chest. He loved getting to see Blaine without all the hair gel, like this.

Blaine chuckled at the comment, and snuggled in close to Sam. He was a little sweaty and still felt out of breath but he wanted to be close to Sam, as close as he could get. He lifted his hand and began trying to smooth down his hair a little, having noticed a stray curl from the corner of his eye.

Sam smiled as Blaine snuggled closer to him. He did the same, and then paused when Blaine started to smooth his hair down. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about that,” Sam murmured. “I think you look really fucking hot right now. Plus, I fucked you so hard that your hair got excited,” he grinned excitedly.

“You… do?” Blaine said, because no matter what he still felt self conscious of his hair. But Sam saying nice things about it was more helpful than anyone else's comments. His face turned a little red as he blushed and instead of flattening his hair down he just moved it so it wasn't in front of his eye.

Sam nodded, and leaned in to kiss Blaine’s lips slowly. “I think you look hot no matter what, and I’d love to see you without hair gel in a normal situation,” Sam promised. “But right now? You’re naked, sweaty, only some hair gel left, it’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And that’s seconds after you totally just aimed on purpose for my abs, which was really fucking hot too,” he grinned.

Blaine's blush deepened and he responded by kissing Sam again the second he finished speaking. This time though, he didn't pull back or keep it short, he just kissed him deep, his hand travelling along Sam's chest.

Sam literally smiled through the kiss, his hand coming up to cover Blaine’s on his chest for a few moments. He was still smiling when the kiss broke. “That was totally a way to shut me up. You loooove my abs,” Sam grinned happily. “Next round, I’m definitely doing the same to you.”

“Can you blame me?” Blaine asked, his eyes glancing down to Sam's abs, where his come was definitely still just hanging out. Sam was right, that was hot… “Next round?” his eyebrows raised, interest piqued.

Sam grinned, reached down to his abs to trail his finger through the wetness, and then licked his finger clean with a wiggle of his eyebrows to Blaine. “Next round,” Sam nodded, smiling. “You’ve got me addicted to that pretty ass of yours, babe.”

Blaine watched as Sam licked his finger. He swallowed, and grinned. “Next round then.” he agreed, as he glanced over at the clock. It wasn't quite midnight yet, still an hour and some away, which meant he had time to have sex again in 2018 and Blaine was thrilled by that, for some reason.

Sam sat up, and gently pulled Blaine up with him. He put his arm around his boy’s shoulder, and nuzzled against him. “I love you,” he murmured, smiling a little as he rested against the man he loved.

[xyliane]

not selling any alibis: chapter 1

summary: killua is an assassin, but he has a pest. a cockroach. and it’s making his normal non-assassin life hell. not least because his family insists on making it all his fault.

notes: I’ve been working on this thing for. gosh. I think the initial idea for this au came back in january (on minimal sleep, probably), and it’s been percolating and simmering until it’s finally boiled over. anyways it’s a spy/assassin au. T, killua zoldyck, zoldyck family shenanigans (read: illumi is awful and the rest aren’t much better). killugon. 3400 words. 

fic will update...probably not til the holidays tbh, the next few weeks are eeeeeeeeeeeevil. I just wanted to see if there was any interest in this mess.

[ETA] fic is now updating on ao3! link is here. 

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chapter 1: eyes in your pockets, nose on the ground

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“Do you have the target?”

Killua adjusts his sights, the comfortable weight of his sniper rifle keeping him steady even on this rickety perch. Across the wide street, typing away at her desk with the blissfully ignorance of someone trying to finish their paperwork at the end of the day. Killua doesn’t know who she is, and frankly, tells himself he couldn’t care less. It’s not in his job description.

Assassin means quick, clean, and quiet. Killua may be the best in the business, but that doesn’t mean he has to know about the lives of the people he kills.

“Target locked,” he says over the comm.

His brother’s voice hums an affirmative. “No sign of your cockroach?”

“None so far.”

“And what about in the street entrances? You cannot afford another loss, Kil.”

“Don’t have to tell me that twice. Or twenty times,” Killua mutters. Illumi is a pain in the ass to have on comms. His oldest brother might be a great assassin, but when he plays spotter for Killua, he can’t stop backseat driving. If Illumi’s going to insist Killua stay in the family business, to the point that he takes spotter whenever possible, he can stay out of Killua’s personal life.

So far, it’s worked out okay that way. Killua has his life, a normal life with classes and video games and friends and a years-long crush on his best friend, and he has his family’s work. They do not cross paths.

It had been going well for years. He’d moved out of the mansion to attend high school, having finally proved to Father that he could be in a “normal” school and stay at the top of the game. It was there he met Gon Freecss, a cannonball of sunshine and chaos who wormed his way into Killua’s heart, the best friend he could have ever asked for, even if Killua doesn’t know what he did to deserve Gon. Five years later, their mess of a two-bedroom apartment is nothing like Aunt Mito’s house or the Zoldyck mansion, but it’s theirs. It’s Killua’s space to not be a Zoldyck, to not worry about being perfect at what his family wants. To be best friends with Gon even if that means spending too much brainpower stomping down on the urge to burst into his best friend’s room and kiss him senseless.

Gon, of course, doesn’t suspect a thing. He’s used to Killua’s odd hours at this point, and with his job at Kite’s clinic doing some bizarre combination of paperwork and site visits for whatever it is Kite does, it’s not like Gon keeps normal hours either. He’s also too damn oblivious to realize anything involving kissing or desires to kiss or anything else that makes Killua lie awake at night debating the merits of screaming into his pillows.

But the last year or so, the jobs Killua’s taken have run into…a pest. His cockroach. A spy almost as good at their job as Killua is at his, with the tendency to snatch Killua’s best finds right out from under him. Can’t kill anyone if they vanish into the system, or protective custody, or hell, maybe the cockroach kills them.

How they vanish isn’t the problem, it’s that they do. It pisses Killua the hell off that he’s lost five separate targets in the last nine months, and neither he nor his family can figure out how. It’s not uncommon to run into rivals in their game, but it is rare for anyone to get a leg up on a Zoldyck, least of all one so good that Killua hasn’t even seen them for himself. For every botched job he has, he has to complete another three for even a fraction of his reputation to return. He does them, and he does them damn well, but then this asshole cockroach gets under his feet again and screws everything back to hell.

Which is how he ends up with Illumi resuming his role as Killua’s handler and backseat driver, like he’s twelve again and off on assassin’s first contract. That pisses Killua off almost as much as the cockroach themself.

He checks his backup cameras just in case anything’s crawled in while he was scoped. Nothing at all. “I’m clear. You see anything, Illumi? Since you’re the one with the security cams and all.” And has nothing better to do than be a pain in the ass, but Killua doesn’t say that out loud.

“There is nothing on my scans.” Killua is about to make fun of how easily Illumi is mixing up “checked the cameras” with “intensive scanning” when his brother makes a noise almost like a hum of recognition. It’s the sort of noise Illumi made when Killua was about to eat the unpoisoned fruit, or step on the sturdy boards while training, instantly signaling that something is not going according to plan. Come to think of it, maybe that was more of the point of the training beyond mere poison resistance or surviving four story falls: the ability to notice even the smallest details, even from someone familiar.

Killua snaps his attention back to the scope. The woman is still in her office, still typing away. “What is it?” Killua bites off.

“Oh, well. Perhaps there is something.”

If Killua keeps grinding his teeth, he’ll probably have nothing but stubs by the time he’s thirty. If he lives that long without either killing his brother or having a heart attack from one of Gon’s stupid ideas.

Killua’s just as stupid and infinitely more selfish, though, because now he finds himself wanting more from Gon. The sort of more that is a massive distraction when trying to line up a kill shot and his spotter is not doing his damn job of spotting problems before they become issues.

“Illumi. What did you see.”

“Hear, little brother. You must use all your senses.”

Sniper rifles are heavy, and Killua is increasingly considering the value of abandoning his position to bludgeon his brother to death. “What did you hear, then?”

“The sound of clampers attempting to scale the alley side of the building.”

Killua swears. That’s outside of his view and his cameras, supposedly under Illumi’s watch. That’s the point of having a backup and a spotter—someone to keep an eye on things he shouldn’t have to worry about. If he’d been on his own, like he should be, Killua would have spent the extra time to set up additional surveillance. Being even partially blind is horrible, especially at times like these. Killua is the best because he knows what he might miss. Relying on Illumi is a terrible blindspot, even in the best circumstances.

“Hook me into the audio while you figure out where the fuck this cockroach is,” Killua says. Illumi hums in acknowledgment and Killua’s headphones crackle with static, making him wince. Whatever frequency Illumi has been on, it’s next to impossible to hear anything. He fiddles with his receiver, trying to clear the sound.

He’s almost got it when the noise clears abruptly, Illumi’s voice returning. “Kil. Take out the target now.”

“It’s not the right time—”

“Your cockroach is taking the chance, so we must take ours. Shoot her.”

“On your head,” Killua mutters, and cuts the comms to focus in on the window. He steadies, aims—

And almost fires at an empty office, vacant except for a gently spinning office chair and a piece of paper with an enormous smiley face taped to the computer screen. Better luck next time! it says.

Killua swears again and slams his headset on the floor hard enough to make it crack.

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If he hadn’t promised Father he’d stop by the mansion after the job—the failed attempt at his fucking job—Killua would have followed through on earlier plans to clobber his brother with the business end of his rifle and gone straight home. Gon has a way of making even the worst days palatable, just by being himself. He also seems to be having trouble at work lately, but what complaints are left to commiserating over a handle of cheap whiskey. Hopefully he’ll still be awake by the time Killua gets back.

Instead, he spends the forty five minutes it takes to fly to Kukuroo Mountain and the Zoldyck helipad filling out paperwork and wishing he could be with his best friend instead of within punching distance of Illumi’s blank face.

The Zoldyck mansion and grounds around Kukuroo Mountain used to be one of Killua’s favorite places growing up, full of mystery and danger even with all of the training he went through. Now, it’s okay sometimes—Mother is still overprotective, Father still expects Killua to become a carbon copy of himself, and Grandpa Zeno always looks like he’s trying to test Killua on something. Milluki’s always working on some super secret hacking project, and Kalluto’s been loaned to a colleague indefinitely. But Alluka’s not even at the main mansion anymore, so what little joy Killua had left in the house he grew up in is also gone. Some bullshit about Mother and Father wanting to keep her projects “safe,” but more likely it’s to keep her apart from Killua. Her and Nanika both.

And there’s Illumi, who should stay on the other side of the moon as long as he stays out of Killua’s business. Something he is deliberately failing to do.

The corridor to Father’s office gapes and yawns, the stretches between wrought iron lamps seeming to elongate with every step Killua takes. He’s dreading this conversation more than almost any other. Not helping are the prim steps of Illumi, just behind him and far enough to the side to reverberate in slightly disjointed echoes down the hall.

By the time the door arrives, Killua is half-jittery with the need to do something, anything to get out of this house. Instead, he pushes the door open and slips into the room, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Welcome home, Kil,” Father says. He’s shucked his bespoke suit jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves, blue eyes unreadable from behind the desk. People always say Killua takes after him, his height and his white hair and his blue eyes if not his bulk. How Silva ever managed to build a reputation as an assassin is less to do with stealth and more to do with brutal efficiency. But Father’s presence is grounded and weighty where Killua’s is electric and sharp, perhaps from age but just as likely from experience, even if Killua’s completed almost double the amount of contracts as when Silva was his age. There’s a reason Killua is heir to the Zoldyck dynasty, not because he wants to be but because he’s damn good at it.

It’s unusual to see Father out of his work clothes while in the office, even long after the end of the day. Propriety is vital in this business, he’d explained once, when Killua was too small to really know what the word meant. Mom, a slim black-haired shadow perched in her high backed chair at Father’s right hand, remains in her best work kimono, thick glasses glimmering in the red light.

Grandpa nods, his normal grin gone. “I hear there were complications again.”

Killua tries not to whip his head back to glare at Illumi. “I have my report here,” he says. “I had hoped to go over it myself, not have it fed through some incompetent third party.”

Illumi plucks the papers from his fist and gives them to Mom. “I believe, as your observer, I am neither a third party nor incompetent,” he says.

“Your screw ups cost me my job tonight, brother,” Killua snarls.

“Perhaps you should have checked your own tools rather than relying on what you perceived to be lacking in the first place.”

“I did set them up, you took them from me!”

“Boys,” Mom says, her voice dripping with misplaced emotions. “Don’t fight, not here. Kil, your report is flawless, but it does support what Illu reported already.”

“It’s not my fault.”

Grandpa Zeno at least looks a little sympathetic when he says, “Fault doesn’t matter, kid. Results do. And yours don’t look good.”

Killua does not growl or pace. He doesn’t allow his family the satisfaction of seeing his frustration manifest here. Instead, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and unrolls his copy of the paperwork. “I have the best record in this house, except for yours, Grandpa,” Killua says. “My only failed assignments have all occurred within the last eight months, and even taking those into account, I am succeeding well above Kalluto or Illumi’s expected averages. And all of them are related to that fucking cockroach.”

Father props his chin up on his fist. “Yet compared to your standards, you lack, Kil. That is unacceptable.”

“I still believe this is to do with his current living situation,” Illumi says softly, black eyes not showing a hint of emotion, not even satisfaction or success he’s obviously luxuriating in. “He has taken fewer and fewer contracts in the past few years. Perhaps it is time for the heir to come home.”

That is not negotiable. Killua is not leaving his apartment, his home, his friends. He’s worked too hard to keep that part of his life safe, locked away from his family and the blood on his hands. But he swallows the fear right back where it came from. “That’s besides the point. What I need to know is how my missions keep getting leaked.”

Father glances at Mom, who shrugs melodramatically. “There have been no words on leaks, Kil.”

Killua rolls his eyes. “I don’t screw up. Not like this. You know there’s something going on, or you wouldn’t have me under surveillance again. Either Milluki’s losing his touch or you’re getting lazy, Illumi.”

A brief flash of a grin passes across Zeno’s face, more for Killua’s benefit than anyone else in the room. “Told you he’d find them,” he mutters loud enough to echo. Father glares deadpan, the same look Illumi gives but with the strength and age to back it up. Unfortunately, when it’s targeted at Grandpa, it does about as much good as an water gun in a hurricane.

“Kil, no one else in the family is suffering from these losses,” Father says. “We suspect it’s coming from your end.”

Killua’s hackles rise defensively. “It definitely isn’t. I run sweeps every day, before and after missions, and whenever Gon’s in class. I made the protocols that allow me to stay out of this place, and you all approved them. Hell, you use them in all our safehouses now. Including Alluka’s systems—”

“Then the protocols need to be updated, darling,” Mom says. “As do those for field surveillance. Illumi, you will oversee Kil’s efforts at both of these.”

“Of course, Mother.”

“What? No! This was Illumi’s fault in the first place.” Working with Illumi out of the field is even worse than the backseat assassining that happens on the job. No way is this going to end without Killua tearing his hair out.

“Don’t argue, kid,” Zeno says. “Silva wanted to keep you at home until the aiai protocol is fixed. Consider this a compromise.”

“There’s a problem with Nanika?” Killua asks. “I thought Alluka finished last year. What has she said?”

“It’s nothing Milluki can’t fix,” Father says.

Mom looks more upset about this than Father, but she wants him back under the Zoldyck thumb almost as much as Illumi. Father’s always emphasized, if Killua can maintain his success and his secrecy, he can “expand his horizons” or whatever he says to excuse Killua’s flights of whimsy. Not that they are whimsical at all. Killua simply wanted to have a little corner of life for his own. Father seemed alright with even that, just so long as Killua never tested his leash.

At least, until now. The risk of losing what little independence he has looms large in Killua’s mind, and he shudders at the thought. He can’t lose all the time he’s put into stupid classes and stupid university credits just to lose them now. More importantly, he can’t lose his friendships. It’s bad enough he doesn’t get to see Alluka. Losing Gon…

Killua straightens, pulling his shoulders back and meeting Father eye for eye. “Fine,” he says. “If I get an extra visitation day.”

“Done. And you’ll install the new modifications in your apartment,” Father says.

“In the complex’s public spaces, not in my apartment,” Killua says.

“Today.”

“Tomorrow. I have to wait for Gon to go to class, since coming all the way out here means I’m not getting home til after dinner.”

His best friend’s name makes a flicker of emotion pass across Illumi’s face, sour and unamused. Killua marks a point in his favor, a tiny spot of hope in this mess.

“Agreed,” Father says.

Killua lets out a breath slowly, not letting his relief show on his face. “Great. So can we get to sorting out the leak now? Since I’m here, and not going to class tomorrow.”

Kikyo shakes her head, tapping her long nails on her husband’s desk. “We will take care of that, I think,” she says.

“If it’s centered on my contracts and no one else’s, I should be involved.”

“We have it under control,” Father says.

He’d said the same thing before all but exiling Alluka from the family, like she was a problem to be solved rather than Killua’s sister. He’d said it when the protocol—when Nanika was moved to the main mansion once its immediate success didn’t take hold. It takes every single spotless job to earn even a fraction of time with her, and losing that… It’s not a comforting thought. “Obviously not as much as you think, or I wouldn’t be missing another contract,” Killua says.

“You are the only unaccounted-for element in this search,” Illumi says. “Perhaps you should not be involved at all.”

“I—”

Grandpa nods somberly. “We’ve been discussing this privately for some time now, Kil. If you are the target of this subterfuge, you should not be involved in the search. It would only draw more attention. And your performance during this time has been an issue as well.”

Killua’s eyes narrow. If they’re talking about a break, he’d take it gladly. He’s never had one, not while applying for university, not when Gon came down with some terrible upper respiratory infection, not even the first time one of Professor Krueger’s hell tests descended upon his grades. But if they’re talking locking him out of his own problems, just because he’s not following their plans…

“Are you seriously accusing me of leaking my own contracts?” Killua asks incredulously. He can’t stand his family most of the time, but they’re his family. Even Illumi. He can’t betray them to someone else. The very thought is anathema.

But no one responds. It’s worse than if someone said to his face they thought he was a traitor, because at least that way Killua would know who to punch. Instead, Father says, “Kil, you know the suspension protocols. No contact with the family, no access to the grounds, no further contracts. No access to family resources. Use the time to triple check your protocols and install any updates in the apartment complex.”

Killua balls his hands into fists. “You can’t suspend me now,” he says. “You need my help with this!”

“Check ins are once every twenty four hours with Illu,” Mom adds as though she doesn’t hear him. “Do not miss them, or all visitation rights will be revoked.”

“And if we cannot determine the cause, or decide it is too dangerous, you will return home and your visitation privileges to the secondary compound will be permanently revoked,” Father says. “It is too much of a risk to leave my heir in harm’s way, especially at a time like this.”

Illumi doesn’t smile. Illumi never smiles. But his blank black eyes seem to glimmer all the same. “You know how to reach me, Kil,” he says.

It takes every hard-won fiber of control in Killua’s body to keep himself from breaking the door on the way out.

[mowseries]

Story Excerpt: Allies Obstruct

Excerpt from PROLOGUE B: IT ALL BEGINS NOW

>A problem has been detected and AI_DWN_000 has been shut down to prevent damage to your computer. All unsaved data has been lost.

The problem seems to be caused by the following programs: BetaEmotions.exe

If this is the first time you have seen the Stop error screen, restart your chassis—

REBOOTING…

“Nnnnnn…”

Rebooting…

Your last session was terminated unexpectedly. Running Diagnostic….

SYSTEM REPORT Power Network: Online Internal Fans: Online Neural Net: Online RADIO System: Online WiFi System: Online Audio System: Online Tactile Senses: Online Visual Sensors: Online Motion Sensors: Online Motor System: Online Primary Weaponry: Online: ENGAGED Secondary Weaponry: Online: ENGAGED

>WARNING: THIS SYSTEM IS ENGAGED IN LETHAL COMBAT MODE.

PROGRAM DIAGNOSTIC RobotWhiteCell Firewall: Running Artificial Intelligence and Awareness: Online BetaEmotions: Online Battle Tactical Sequences: Online: ENGAGED Non-lethal Battle Sequences: Online

>ALERT: THIS SYSTEM IS RUNNING A CODE RED CONTINGENCY.

Diagnostic complete.

>RESUMING CONTINGENCY…

[Cardinal jumped to his feet, feeling very out of it.]

>PROCESSING…

[He couldn’t remember. But he didn’t need to, yet.]

>RESULT: ACQUIRE ALL AVAILABLE COMBAT RESOURCES. PROCEED TO KANSAS CITY: LIBERTY MEMORIAL. CONTACT MNN-008.

[The only thing that mattered was the order. Had to fill the order. Didn’t matter why. Action was needed.]

BWIP!

[The lab was empty. No resistance was met. He wasn’t awake—not in the normal sense, at least.]

>HARDWARE ACQUIRED. TELEPORTING TO COORDINATES…

{Kansas City: Liberty Memorial}

[As soon as he teleported in, he could tell something was wrong.]

>ANALYZING SENSORY DATA…

>WARNING: ACTIVE CIVILIAN THREAT DETECTED.

>PRIORITY ORDER: NEUTRALIZE THREAT.

BLAM!

[But shaking awake from it was not so easy.

Cardinal’s origins were rooted in basic coding that followed military orders. He was made to act, not to think—certainly not to second-guess himself or the threat of any given situation. Once the right program was running, the circumstances wouldn’t matter—

Not until his processors could catch up, at any rate.]

>SUPPORT UNIT DETECTED. SYNCING PROCESSING POWER.

BLAM!

[Cardinal and Jazz teleported off of the top of the spire to engage in combat against a small group of constructs trying to break into the memorial. Their sudden appearance took the crazed Xelbots by surprise.]

“GET LOST—”

[He “spoke” flatly over his speakers.]

Cardinal: “SURRENDER AND DISENGAGE ALL WEAPONRY, OR THIS SYSTEM WILL VOID THE THREAT UP TO TERMINATION.”

“Yeah RIGHT—”

FOOM!

BLAM! BLAM BLAM BLAM—

[One of the fighters ran off screeching, heading for the nearest fountain. Jazz had entered her full combat form, and had set the aggressor aflame. There was a great deal of yelling from within the memorial’s locked gates, and from the attackers outside.]

>PROCESSING…

[He was starting to become aware of himself, at least—but doing so in the middle of a fight didn’t really help. Not at all.

The first thing he saw was someone rushing at him, a sickly—and familiar glow in their eyes.]

Cardinal: !!!

BLAM!

[He fired off another plasma blast as he dropped to the ground. Jazz sprang up from behind him, rewarding the attacker with a crushing bite to the face.]

SKREEE!

[He didn’t really have the time to discover how or why he had landed himself in this situation. He reached out and grabbed his opponent, ignoring a ringing from his private cell phone.]

“Let the [frag] GO of me, you stupid—“

WHACK—

[The Xelbot hit concrete, chin-first. The Robot Master did a backward flip to land on his feet. He took a moment to pull out his cell phone, but found that the call had been dropped due to a poor connection.]

Cardinal: Tch…

“REE-OW!”

>APPROACHING SIGNALS DETECTED.

Cardinal: Stall for me, Jazz!

[He turned to look behind him at the approaching swarm of constructs.

Rising into the afternoon sun…

…Dozens of Industrial recreations of WWI-era planes. And they were headed right at him.]

Cardinal: What the—!

[A click and a whine—]

[Cardinal used MAGNET MISSILE!]

[The air became scattered with noise. Cardinal teleported out of the line of fire, causing them to circle around for another sweep.]

Cardinal: SHADE!

BLAM! BLAM **KTANG** RRRRATTTATTTATTTATTTATTT—

Cardinal: /SHADE!/ I NEED YOUR HELP HERE!

>SENDING SOS SIGNAL…

Cardinal: I don’t want to shred these guys to pieces!

[He couldn’t afford to wait for a response, and had to fire off another volley of the missiles. It started to rain Xel—the flimsy construction of a third of the fleet couldn’t hold against the damage. The rest were starting to go berserk.]

Cardinal: BUT I DON’T HAVE A BETTER OPTION!

[Cardinal used RING BOOMERANG!]

KZZZRR! KZZZRRR!

[The shield protected him easily against most of the onslaught—he had his back to the ground at this point, and they were circling around him like vultures. This proved to be their undoing, and Cardinal had to brace himself against the damage that followed.]

>ERROR: SERVER NOT FOUND

Cardinal: -Hisses at this- Why?!

[This was not something he wanted to hear, not after tearing apart what was most likely museum property. Not after sending off several Domestic—no, wait, Civilian—models, shrieking in pain and fear as they fled for their lives.

He got to his feet, wiping off the shield with disgust. He put a hand to an earcap as he adjusted some of his data input and output to match a local radio frequency.]

“KKKKKKK—requested, situation critical—“

<DLN-000>: >Situation acknowledged! Proceeding to signal source for backup!

Cardinal: Come on, Jazz!

[He gave a running sprint right onto his traveling companion, and Jazz shifted into a jet form.]

[He dropped in through the ceiling, right above one of the more chilling exhibits. It was absolute chaos inside.

The display of the trenches had become a lot more _lively_ with infected Industrials running around.]

“NOT ANOTHER ONE—!”

Cardinal: STAND CLEAR!

[He kept going right down, slamming into some of the Industrials and crushing them instantly. The shock of impact didn’t stop him from whipping out one of his more dangerous Power Capsules.]

WHHHWWHHHWHHHWHHKKKT—

[Cardinal used TOP SPIN!]

[There was a gurgling noise as the Industrials were sliced to ribbons by the motorized garrote. He had to wince as the surge-made top coiled up over a yard of Xel-covered wire.]

"Where is that backup?! They're starting to kill one another, now—!"

<DLN-000>: >I AM the backup!

"Excuse me?!"

BWIP!

<DLN-000>: The robot in red with the shield? Yeah, that’s me! Are your security cameras working?

[He saw one of the cameras turn slightly to focus in on him.]

“Sir! You need to evacuate!”

<DLN-000>: >Not gonna happen until the area is secured! I’m going to go take an aerial view!

BWIP!

- — - — -

[Back atop the memorial, he looked down at the city. It was an absolute mess— fires in the horizon, tornado sirens starting to wail—]

Cardinal: (Why is nobody answering?!)

[—and not a single response to his SOS signals or his Status Inquiries.]

Cardinal: (I’m going to completely blow our cover at this rate! Is my transceiver broken? It must be broken…. I can only imagine how busy Shade and the others must be—)

kkkk…

Cardinal: …?

[Over the chatter of the museum security radio frequencies—some of which was even directed at him—he was starting to feel it.

Faint, but there.]

Kkkkkk…

Cardinal: … Will? (Did they finally hear me?)

Kkkkkkk…

[He looked down, suddenly realizing that the noise was coming from something in his satchel. He pulled out a radio.]

Cardinal: … (Oh, right—this thing isn’t adjusted for this particular city—)

“—children! We’re trapped in here—I think the museum attendant got injured!”

[That snapped him out of his thoughts quickly. He soon saw the source of the problem— a slew of Industrials, some distance away near Science City.

Contemplation over whatever was going on elsewhere would have to wait a few minutes.]

<DLN-000>: >Situation acknowledged! Hang tight! I’m going to come on over to clear the way for you! This could get messy…