#dick forces him (LOVINGLY and OUT OF CONCERN) to take a break and go to uni far away from gotham to recuperate and learn smthin new

[silent-wolf]

xo, kitty au except it's tim drake and his 10 million situationships from brentwood, louis e grieve memorial hs, and gotham heights

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 12

Chapter 1     Chapter 11

The dining room was only slightly less formal than the entry way.  It was decorated in deep tones and dark wood meant to evoke grandeur and pageantry. It still spoke of old money and cold families.  There was no evidence of laughter over inside jokes, gasping at stories about someone’s day, discussions of dreams, or fatherly advice doled out over a lovingly cooked dinner that everyone worked on together.

Marinette held back as everyone made their way into the dining room, letting them claim their usual seats, prepared to take whatever seat was left.  She was hoping to cause as little upset and disturbance as possible.  Her plan was foiled when Duke jumped up from his seat and moved down one spot.  “Hey, Marinette.  Take this seat.”  

Marinette opened her mouth to object but stopped when Jason put his hand on her back to guide her to the seat.  “Lost cause.  Don’t even bother,” he muttered low enough for her to hear.  Marinette looked back at him uncertainly but nodded in understanding. She breathed a small sigh of relief when Jason took the other seat next to her.

Dick pouted at the seating, but took the seat across from her instead, grabbing the seat quickly from the right as Tim was just about to drop into it from the left.  Tim grumbled something about annoying puppies and took the next seat over, causing Damian to scowl and redirect himself to a different seat. “Damian!” Dick called out to him. He patted the seat next to him.  

Damian huffed and sent Marinette a glare as he took his not normal seat beside Dick.  He squirmed in the seat.  It wasn’t his usual seat and he could feel the difference.  It felt off.  It felt wrong.  He didn’t like it at all.  This was not his routine.  This was not what he was comfortable with and it was all her fault.  They were playing a charade for her.  They were making themselves uncomfortable for her.

Marinette watched politely as M. Pennyworth set the plates down in front of everyone.  When he was done, he exited quietly.  Marinette watched him leave the room as the rest of the family took bites of their food.  M. Wayne had called M. Pennyworth a father and Jason had called him a grandfather, but he didn’t eat with them?  And addressed them all as Master or Miss?  Did none of them know what family was supposed to be?  What it was supposed to mean?  Because that, wasn’t it.  And honestly, if that’s what they thought it was, she had serious concerns about joining their ‘family’.

She looked back to Jason and tried to send him a message with her eyes to ask him about it without having to say it out loud and draw attention to herself.  She cleared her throat quietly, hoping it was quiet enough that just Jason would hear but everyone looked at her.  She looked at their eyes before returning hers to her plate.  “Sorry,” she said quietly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bruce said kindly.  His eyes were filled with concern and a touch of worry.  He wanted her to eventually feel like this was her home too and if he wanted that to happen, she needed to feel comfortable here.  “Did you need anything?”

“No, no, no,” Marinette insisted, shaking her head and sending him a weak smile.  “It’s nothing.  The dinner looks amazing.”

“If there’s anything you don’t like…” Bruce started.

“No!  Of course not,” Marinette exclaimed.  “This looks really delicious.”  She was waving her hands frantically.  It was all going wrong already.  She was causing a commotion.  From the moment she’d walked into his life, she’d caused nothing but commotion.  She was really hoping to break the cycle tonight and get closer to the kids in the family.

Bruce watched her uncertainly, but nodded.  “Because if you want anything else, we have a huge kitchen and pantry,” Bruce tried to assure her.

Marinette’s eyes grew even bigger and her movements more frantic.  “Jesus, B. Lay off her.  She already said she was fine,” Jason grumbled.  “You’re going to give her a complex.”

Somehow, Marinette’s eyes got wider and her face went slack.  “No, no. It’s fine.”  She turned to Bruce with a desperate look.  “I’m fine.  Thank you for your concern.”

“Marinette,” Bruce stated with a touch of exasperation. He didn’t know what he had to do to get her relax, to get her to believe she wasn’t going to make him not want her. “Just let me know.”

Marinette nodded rapidly.  “Of course.”  She looked around the room taking note of the pasted on, polite smiles while they took silent bites.  She could feel her shoulders curling in on her as the quiet continued.

“How was your day today?” Bruce prompted Marinette after the first few bites in uncomfortable silence.

She nearly dropped her fork in surprise.  “Oh, it was pretty good,” she answered with a polite smile.  And oh God, this was the most awkward thing she had ever done.  She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a breath.  It wasn’t going to change unless she did something to change it.  “I’m glad you had a meeting this morning so we missed out on the Penguin.  I mean sorry about the meeting, but I think it worked out for the best.”

She fought the urge to openly examine the people around the table.  They had all frozen at her mention of the Penguin, but all seemed to be trying to pretend like they hadn’t.  Their smiles became forced.  She wasn’t sure if it brought back bad memories or scared them how close M. Wayne had been to getting taken by the Penguin.  If they had stuck to their original plan, he could have been able to take him.

Bruce chuckled politely, tightly.  “Definitely a better result.  I would still like to go to the art museum with you though.”

“Do you have room for someone else?” Dick asked perking up.  “I’d like to get in on that.  Cass?” He looked over to Cass to see how she felt.  When she nodded excitedly he looked over to Damian.  “Damian would love to go to, right Damian?”  Damian leaned back in his chair and focused on the food, refusing to look at Dick.  “Damian’s in,” Dick enthused.

Tim snorted but realized his mistake as soon as the sound came out.  He looked warily over at Dick who was giving him an overly wide smile.  Tim turned to Marinette with an artificial smile.  “I’d love to.”  Duke shaking his head caught his eyes and he grinned maliciously. “Duke loves the art museum.  We can’t go without him too.”

Duke froze and narrowed his eyes at Tim for a fraction of a second before smiling at Marinette.  “If you don’t mind the company.”

Marinette looked between them.  The only one who seemed to actually be happy about it was Dick. Everyone else seemed like this was the last possible thing they’d ever want to do.  She plastered on a smile, unwilling to be the cause of discord in the family.  “No. Yeah.  That sounds… fun.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at her.  “You’re being insincere,” he accused harshly.

“Damian!” Bruce scolded loudly.  “That was uncalled for.”

Dick looked at him with disappointment. “Damian.  It is not okay to treat a guest… your sister like that,” he added after Bruce finished.

Jason was tense, preparing to step in if Damian said even one more word to Marinette.  He knew she already didn’t feel welcome in Bruce’s life, let alone his home.  He sure as Hell wasn’t going to let Damian solidify that belief.

Marinette stared at Damian wide eyed.  He wasn’t wrong, but she thought everyone kind of understood the reasoning behind it.  It wasn’t ideal, but it was expected.  Not to mention she wasn’t the only one.  She looked around the room and finding varying levels of disappointment, concern for her, and annoyance with Damian.  She looked over at Damian trying to gauge his goal.  

Roy and Jason had warned her that he would try to intimidate her, likely attack her.  And she guessed she should have expected to defend herself.  But again, he wasn’t wrong.  What he was accusing her of; not being entirely honest, she wasn’t.  None of them were.  But when she looked in his eyes, it wasn’t hostility she saw, not completely.  It was confusion, uncertainty, unease, and yes, a fair amount of hostility.  And wasn’t that the issue she was having with them too?  That they didn’t seem to be sincere with her?  But while she curled in, he lashed out.

“You’re not wrong,” she admitted quietly.  The room fell silent again and Damian looked up at her with a confused scowl.  She met Damian’s gaze and gave him a small smile.  “We’re all being varying levels of insincere.  This is an awkward, uncomfortable, scary situation.  For all of us, I imagine.  Again varying levels of that.  Maybe for you and me more than the rest.  You’re the baby and I’m…”  She let it trail off leaving ‘unwanted’ unsaid, hoping they would fill in the sentence with a more palatable adjective.  One she wouldn’t have to discuss with concerned looks and sympathetic smiles.

“You guys don’t want to offend me and I’m trying desperately not to offend you, but we don’t know each other well enough to know how to do that or what we need to do to ease the tension.  We’re trying to figure each other out, so nobody gets hurt. You or me.”  She knew she was rambling but it was honest, coherent rambling at least.  Maybe not completely, but it was the truth.  And Damian was right.  They weren’t being themselves and they weren’t going to get to know each other until they were.  

“I don’t want to expose too much and scare you away or give you the ammunition to really hurt me, if that’s what you’re going to do.  And I imagine you guys are afraid of driving me away by saying the wrong thing.  And how do you know what the wrong thing is until you know someone?  So we’re all on edge.  Not ourselves.  We don’t feel safe to be ourselves yet.  And how can you be sincere when you’re not yourself?”

Cass smiled warmly at her and nodded in agreement. Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.  “Except me. She’s herself around me, so suck it.” He stuck his tongue out at the rest of the family, like the mature, tough, dangerous, vigilante he was.

“Oh my God, Jason.”  Marinette shook her head and dropped it in her hands.  “That’s because I was drunk off my ass and didn’t have the ability to pretend when we met.”

“That’s French for ‘because you’re the best’,” Jason assured them with a completely straight face.

“It definitely isn’t,” Dick rolled his eyes, but his lips were turned up in a smile.  “If you want to talk about him behind his back in front of his face in French, let me know,” Dick winked at her.  “I haven’t gotten to practice my French in a while.”

“It sounds like Jason took advantage of you in a weakened state.  Terrible brother behavior,” Tim insisted.  He shook his head in mock disappointment.  “You deserve better.”

“Who?  You?” Jason squawked, affronted at the suggestion.

“I was going to say Duke, but if I’m the first one that comes to mind when you think of best brother, I mean, I’m not going to argue,” Tim shrugged with a smirk.

“You say Jason is always wrong and you’re always right, so…” Duke added with a grin.  He turned to Marinette.  “Sounds like you and me are going to form an alliance.  New Kids Club.”  He turned his head slightly when Cass made a noise.  “And Cass.”  He smiled when Marinette giggled.

“Let’s not form alliances and cliques or hog Marinette, please?” Bruce asked, the resignation clear in his voice but affection clear in his eyes.

Marinette nodded and turned serious. “Absolutely.  I will not form any kind of pact with Duke and Cass over lunch next week?”  She looked between the two of them for confirmation. Duke and Cass nodded back at her and Marinette grinned.  “Monday?”

“Hey!” Dick objected.

Jason gasped at her and dropped his arm from around her shoulder.  “This feels like a betrayal.  I’m betrayed.”  He shook his head and took a bite of food.  “You’ll fit right in.”

Duke shook his head.  “Can’t Monday.  I have a poetry thing.”

Marinette’s eyes brightened.  “Are you presenting or watching?”

Duke looked down shyly and rubbed the back of his neck.  He hadn’t even told the rest of the family about it.  It didn’t occur to him that they would be interested.  “Presenting actually.”

“Would you mind if I came too?  Or do you not like people you know being there?”

Duke shrugged.  “No, I don’t mind, but…” he cringed slightly, “it isn’t in the best part of town.  It’s kind of dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, I can protect you,” Marinette winked at him.  She ignored Damian’s scoff and Bruce’s choke.

Jason rolled his eyes.  “Don’t worry, I’ll go too.  I’ve never heard the kid read.”

“I’d like to come too,” Dick looked at them hopefully, “if you don’t mind.”

Duke made a noise that sounded like some combination of happy and resigned and nodded.  “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

“You okay with Adrien and Max coming too?” Marinette asked.

“Yeah, bring them.  It’ll be nice to meet them.”  He waved off her concern.  “Okay, that’s fun and all but we still need to decide when to not meet for the New Kids Club.  And I’m not putting that in my nonexistent calendar for,” Duke looked up questioningly, “Thursday lunch?”

Marinette looked over to Cass who nodded excitedly at her.  Marinette smiled back at her and Duke.  “Sounds good.”  She pulled out her phone and handed it to him.  “Want to put your number in so we can coordinate?”

“Absolutely!”  He took her unlocked phone and put his number in.

“Can I put my number in too?” Tim asked

“And me!” Dick exclaimed.  

“Yeah, of course,” Marinette smiled at both of them. A real smile.  Thank God Adrien was right.  She kind of liked the kids… even though most weren’t kids and most of them were actually older than her.  

“Why don’t you put all our numbers in there, Tim,” Dick suggested.

“Tt,” Damian scoffed.  “There’s no reason she would need my number.”

Bruce gave him a disappointed look, but Marinette shrugged.  “Please, don’t put it in if he isn’t comfortable with it.”

Tim pursed his lips.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  What if she finds a cute animal?  How’s she supposed to send you the picture?”  Damian scowled but didn’t say more.  Tim finished and handed the phone back to Marinette.

Marinette took it back with a thank you and scrolled through her contacts.  “Huh… he didn’t put you in,” she assured Damian.

“What?”  Tim looked at her confused then looked at her phone again.  “Oh, it’s under Demon Spawn.”

Marinette gaped at him.  “It’s under what?”

“Dem…”

“Yeah, no,” she cut him off.  She pushed a few buttons and looked back at Damian.  “Not anymore.  It’s gone.  You can give me your number when and if you’re ready.”  Damian didn’t acknowledge her, but he did nod curtly at his plate and Marinette was taking that as a win.  

She tucked her phone away and looked around the room.  “Okay, so, Duke does poetry, I heard Damian does art, and I heard Dick likes to swing, what does everyone else like to do?” Marinette asked with a bright smile.

Jason and Tim burst out laughing.  “Your reputation proceeds you, Lover Boy,” Jason managed to get out between gasps.

Marinette frowned and looked between them in confusion. “Did I say something wrong?”

Dick smiled warmly at her.  He kept his eye contact with her as he threw a roll at Jason’s head.  “Ignore them. Their minds are in the gutter.  For clarification, I like gymnastics.  I was a trapeze artist in a Haley’s Circus when I was a kid.”

“Oh that sounds fun!” Marinette almost squealed in excitement.  “You must have loved flying through the air.  That was always the best feeling.”

“It was.  I loved it.  The freedom of soaring before gravity took over was amazing,” Dick nodded in agreement. His eyes took on a distant look as he talked about it and a smile curled on his lips.  “Did you do trapeze work in Paris?”  Marinette froze momentarily.  “You mentioned you liked the feeling.  Is that how you know it?” he prompted gently.

“Oh… um… no.”  She looked down at the napkin on her lap for a second, pretending to readjust it.  “I was friends with a few of our local heroes.  One of them, Ladybug swung around the city on a yoyo that worked kind of like a magic rope.  That feeling of swinging up and breaking gravity was always heart racing.  And the feeling of falling until the string caught.” She looked away with a smile. “Yeah, I understand what you’re talking about.”

“We have a trapeze in the manor.  Did you want to try it out sometime?” Dick asked excitedly.  

Marinette grinned.  “That sounds like fun.  I’d love to.”

“How about tomorrow?”

Marinette blinked.  The Waynes definitely moved fast.  There was no time to breathe.  Just moving from one thing directly into the next.  She needed time to think, time to process that they apparently didn’t require.  “I can’t. Sorry.”  Dick’s face fell immediately.  If she didn’t have a legitimate excuse, she’d feel guilty.  “I’ll be in New York tomorrow for business and I’m meeting with Lucius Friday.”

“Saturday then,” Dick offered.  Marinette smiled and nodded causing Dick to almost vibrate in his seat.  None of the other siblings ever wanted to go on the trapeze with him and he was beyond excited to connect with Marinette.

“Did they take you around often?” Bruce asked with forced calmness.  “The heroes,” he explained when she scrunched her face in confusion.  “You said they took you around often enough for you to know what it felt like… where Hawkmoth could see.”  Spending time with civilians in suit was dangerous, incredibly so, even more so doing it in full view of the public.  Something like that could have resulted in Marinette getting targeted.  It was irresponsible and negligent.  He should have never trusted the Parisian heroes or Diana that the heroes could handle Paris without him.

“No,” Marinette said as nonchalantly as she could manage, trying to pretend like she didn’t notice the tightness in his voice. “They rescued me a few times and once things were resolved they would sometimes take people who had gotten caught up in the attacks for short rides like that to bring up morality.  To make them feel better.  It wasn’t unusual or noteworthy, just a public service.”

Bruce relaxed minutely, but the tension in his frame was still clear.  Marinette watched him carefully, trying to gauge if she’d used the right words to calm him.  She could feel her body tensing at exponential rates the longer he was silent, the longer it took him to relax or smile.  Marinette looked down at her plate and pushed her food around with tight lips.

“I like unsolved mysteries,” Tim threw in.  Eyes around the table turned to him, most of them incredulous and tense that he would take the conversation there.  She heard a whispered “Dude,” from somewhere around the table.

Marinette let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and started laughing.  The eyes that had been on Tim turned to her, making her laugh even harder at the awkwardness of it until another voice joined hers in laughter, followed by another, until most of the table was at least chuckling.  

“My best friend gets into that too,” Marinette nodded with a grateful smile.  She narrowed her eyes playfully at him.  “Do you end up in all night benders following the trail of a mystery down incalculable rabbit holes until you get crazed and someone has to come and force you to sleep too?”

Tim looked shocked and slowly looked around the room before returning his gaze to Marinette.  “No,” he said tentatively.

“Yes,” Cass, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Bruce all chorused at the same time.

“Oooohhh, remind me some time to talk about the Impossible Murder,” Marinette offered.  Her eyes lit up with excitement.  Unsolved mysteries and conspiracy theories she could do.  This was her comfort zone.  Not that she got into it, but years with Alya had taught her the rhythm of inquiry and questions.  She took comfort in that rhythm.  It was something familiar she could lean into.

“Yes!” Tim exclaimed, an inquisitive glint in his eyes.

“No,” Cass, Dick, Jason, Duke, and Bruce all chorused at the same time.

Marinette giggled and winked at Tim.  “We’ll talk later,” she stage whispered to him.  She grinned at the groans she heard around the table.  

Tim turned to Duke and stuck his tongue out at him. “Sounds like we get our own club, just for Marinette and me.  The Investigator’s Club.”

Jason scoffed and took a bite.  “Like I’d want to be part of a club with that name.”

Cass cleared her throat lightly, drawing some attention to her.  “And Cass,” Tim amended.  Cass nodded happily.

“How about you, Cass?”

“Ballet,” Cass answered with a smile.

“Oh, I wish I could do ballet.  Are you in a class or do you do it on your own?  Or are you a professional?”  Marinette asked trying to keep her voice from getting too excited or invested.  Bruce had mentioned she didn’t talk a lot and Marinette didn’t want to pressure her to talk if she didn’t want to, but she also didn’t want to make her feel like she was ignoring her.

“Fun.”

Marinette nodded.  “I bet it’s a nice way to relax.”

“Not as good as shooting guns though,” Jason grinned. “Or blowing things up.”

Bruce sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. “Jason…” he started, not even bothering to try to finish the sentence.

Marinette blinked a few times then nodded.  “Uh huh.  I like sewing,” she responded dryly.  Jason laughed and shook his head at her.  He took a bite of his food and looked back at her appraisingly, a happy glint in his eye.

“Right, B mentioned you’re a designer.  Just graduated right?” Dick prompted.

“Yes.  My final project was a few weeks ago.  Now I’m figuring out my next steps.”

“Is that related to your trip to New York?” Duke asked.

Marinette nodded and swallowed the bite she’d just taken. “I’m meeting a few friends and someone at Style Queen to talk about styling a shoot.  And Adrien has a job interview.”  She took a quick bite of her dinner before continuing.  “We’re also trying to get a feel for New York, see if that’s somewhere we would want to move.”

“Wow, Style Queen is really big!” Duke nodded. “That’s awesome!”

Marinette smiled at him.  “Getting on her good side is definitely good for your career. Luckily, I’ve been able to impress her over the years.”

“Along those lines,” Bruce cut in, “I’ve commissioned her to create clothes for us.  We were planning on her coming over to start on Tuesday, so I expect everyone to be here for it.”

Dick beamed at her but Damian grunted loud enough for everyone to hear.  He had absolutely no interest in wearing something purely because ‘his sister’ designed it.  He had a style and level of craft he required in the clothes he wore and he was not about to sit or stand around uncomfortably all day long purely out of some misplaced obligation.

He narrowed his eyes at Marinette.  It still didn’t make sense.  Why would she have come to Gotham if she was looking to break into fashion?  She had to have had an ulterior motive.  “So you just happened to consider Gotham as a place to reconsider?”

Marinette cocked her head to the side.  “No…” she scrunched her face in a bit of confusion. “I never even considered it. Gotham was a side trip.  I had no intention of staying past earlier this week. But things… changed,” she looked around sheepishly before looking back at him.  “I was considering New York or Metropolis in America.  Also Shanghai, I have family there; London, Adrien has family there; Milan, my… grandmother grew up there.”

“Is Adrien your boyfriend?” Tim asked.

“No.  My... brother,” her voice petered out as she called the word and she looked down guiltily.

“Will he be part of your business?” Bruce asked, pretending like he hadn’t registered her discomfort, hoping that if they moved past it, she would too.

“Yes. No. Maybe.” Marinette grimaced as she went through all the options.    She shrugged.  “Whatever he wants.  He wasn’t allowed to make choices growing up so now that his father,” she spit the word out with disgust, “is gone, I’m going to let him decide his next move. He wants to help, but he’s looking for a teaching job.  He’s thinking of doing both for a while.  I’m hoping I can convince him it’ll be okay for him to focus on him.  It isn’t ‘abandoning’ me if he does.

“But, that's what's taking so long.  I can work from almost anywhere.  I’d prefer to be near a big city, but really, it isn’t necessary. It’s harder to find a place he'd like to teach and we want to live.”

“If he isn't part of your business...” Dick started, trying to figure out her motivation.

“We come as a set,” she said definitively and took a bite, staring him down as if daring him to challenge her.  “He’s my emotional support grimalkin.”

“Will your future romantic partner, if you want one, be okay with that?” Damian demanded.

Marinette shrugged.  She could feel Jason tensing next to her at Damian’s tone, but she wasn’t too bothered by it.  “They will be or they won't be.”

“Those are the options, yes,” Damian deadpanned.

“Demon Spawn…” Jason hissed.

“I meant,” Marinette cut in before Jason could continue the fight he wanted to start, “they will be okay with it or they won't be my romantic partner.  Adrien and I have been through a lot.  We feel safest when the other is near, at least close enough to come running if there’s a problem.  If someone can’t understand that about me, then I don’t need them in my life.”

Bruce nodded and gave her an understanding smile. “We should invite him next time.”

Marinette nodded in agreement.  “He’d love that.  He’s dying to meet you all.”

Bruce took another bite before coming up with an idea.  “If he’s thinking of being part of your business anyway, why don’t you bring him with you when you do the commission?  We can have a family dinner afterword.”

“That’s a great idea.  I’ll check with him,” Marinette nodded.  “And apparently, as long as he doesn’t talk about pineapples with you guys,” she gave Jason a pointed look, “it should be fine.”

Tim groaned.  “No.  No! I’m not having this conversation again.” He glared at Dick.  “Pineapple is the most disgusting topping to put on a pizza.”

Dick gasped dramatically.  “You take that back!”

“It’s worse than sardines,” Tim hissed.  “It’s an abomination.  It’s an insult to pizzas.”

“How dare you!  Pineapple is amazing.  It adds a sweetness that perfectly contrasts the saltiness you get from other ingredients!” Dick defended.

Marinette blinked a few times as Dick continued to sing the praises of pineapple on pizza before she leaned over and whispered to Jason.  “You weren’t joking.”

“Nope,” he said popping the p.  “Told you it always finds a way to come up.”

“It came up because you mentioned it,” Marinette deadpanned.  “Literally you’re the reason it came up.”

He shook his head as if he didn’t hear her.  “It always finds a way.  It’s like sorcery.”

Chapter 13

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afab!dom!reader x sub!sangyeon

genre: smut, fluff at the beginning and end (it gets a bit humorous too)

includes: sangyeon being the best boyfriend in the world, praise, degradation, bondage, face sitting (you receiving), fingering (both of you receiving), usage of toys (vibrator, buttplug), rough sex w/ strap-on (him receiving), he calls you master, dacryphilia, choking (if you squint), there's a scene where you spit in his mouth, overstimulation, aftercare

(i think that's all the warnings? sorry if i missed something, there's a lot—)

　surprise! i told you guys i wanted more sub!sangyeon content, and i was in a really soft mood, so i wanted to include something that includes fluff elements as well as some really just— filthy smut. no other way of putting it. i'm a horny bitch and so are you guys. that's what you guys are here for anyways lmao. i hope you guys enjoy this.

　i also want to make it a point that it's okay to have a dom/sub role in the bedroom and not care about it outside. you can be a really hard dom and still a warm and caring person, and i really wanted to show that throughout that the reader (you guys) really cares about sangyeon.

　i also want to stress to you guys the importance of consent, making sure your partner has a safe word or safe symbol/action, and the importance of aftercare. if you're responsible enough to be having sex, you need to be responsible enough for taking care of your partner when you're done as well.

　regardless, i hope you guys really do enjoy! this took me almost four hours to write. the time at the top is when i started it, and i'll put the time i finished it at the end. also this is unedited. i really just wanted to write without giving a shit, so if there's mistakes, sorry 😅 anyways, onto the story!

　　you shut the door to your shared apartment and slid down the door, letting out a sigh. you fought to hold tears back from your eyes, and eventually gave up. hiding your face with your arms and curling your knees into your chest, you let yourself cry, letting out gentle sobs. recently, things had been getting too much for you. it wasn't really anything specific that was dragging you down, but rather an amalgamation of emotions you had bottled up.

　　sangyeon had heard the door open, and found himself peeking out of the bedroom door to see who was there. when he saw your body curled against the door, shoulders shaking, his eyes changed from a playful one to a concerned one. he quietly stepped out of the bedroom and made his way over to you, sitting next to you with his back leaning against the door as well.

　　the sudden warmth on your side made you weakly peek from behind your arms and sniffle, staring into sangyeon's soft, gentle gaze. he tilted his head a little and opened his arms, offering you a shoulder to cry on. your eyes filled with tears again as you snuggled into his warm embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck. he made you feel safe, loved.

　　he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and held you tighter. his fingers traced your spine as he lovingly rubbed your back. "it's okay," he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek. "i'm here."

　　over the next few minutes, you both sat there in silence, with only your gentle sniffles occasionally breaking it. your tears began to slow down, and you pulled yourself off sangyeon's shoulder to meet his soft gaze once again. he gently wiped the remaining tears away and smiled at you. "do you feel better?"

　　you gently nodded, returning his smile weakly.

"do you want to talk about it?"

　　you shook your head and sniffled again. sangyeon nodded at you.

"that's okay too. wait here."

　　he stood up and went to grab a box of tissues and a glass of water for you, and once he had gotten them, he sat back down next to you and offered them to you. you gratefully took a tissue and blew your nose to stop your sniffling, and graciously accepted the water. you sighed, contentedly. "thank you, sangyeon. what would i do without you?"

"cry alone, i guess?" he giggled.

　　you returned his bright smile. "you want to just do take out for dinner?"

　　he nodded, and paused to think about where to order from before insisting that you pick. you both argued over who would pick for a solid five minutes before just deciding to get food from whichever place popped up in your phone first when you opened the app to place the order.

"i'm treating you tonight, and you can't say no."

"sangyeon, as much as i would love to argue, i know that your treats usually end up with me getting a massage, and right now that sounds fucking great."

"fantastic. i'm getting a bath ready for you. i'll set the delivery time for later so there's plenty of time for me to take care of you."

　　as much as you really did want to argue, that sounded fucking amazing. you playfully shoved him and got up to put your jacket away while sangyeon scurried off to make you the best god damn bath you'd ever had. you rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself at his cuteness before flopping on the couch. however, it wasn't even two minutes later that sangyeon had returned, lightly smelling of rose.

"hurry before it gets cold!!"

　　you sighed and got up, letting sangyeon practically drag you to the bathroom. you began to pull your shirt over your head when sangyeon insisted he do it instead, which was met with an eye roll, but still no argument from you. you glanced at him expectantly, assuming he was going to get in with you, and when he looked back at you confused, you figured you'd ask.

"why don't you join me, sangyeonie?"

a slight red tint decorated his cheeks. "i was supposed to spoil you, though..."

"mmmm... but nothing would make me happier than having my baby boy with me."

you didn't think his cheeks would turn any more red, but you stood corrected, as they now turned beet red. "o- okay then."

　　you stepped in the tub and sunk down into the water, letting a soft moan escape your lips. the hot water began to loosen up your muscles, and immediately made you feel more relaxed. you turned your head to look at sangyeon who was now naked, and shyly making his way over to you.

"come here and sit in my lap, prince." you gently ordered him.

　　he wasted no time carrying out your orders, and took his spot in your lap, letting a little moan of satisfaction escape his lips as well. you contentedly wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder with his back pressed up against your front. he cuddled into you and sighed happily.

you placed gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder. "you know i'd be lost without you, right?"

he nodded. "yes, i need you too. i love you."

"you've been so good to me, prince."

　　you smirked to yourself as you placed an open mouthed kiss below his ear, and worked your way down to his shoulder, earning a few soft moans. you sunk your teeth into the warm flesh of his broad shoulders and began to suck and nibble at that spot until a hickey formed. sangyeon was letting out the prettiest little sounds into your ear.

"m- master, i was doing this for you."

　　you captured his pillowy lips in a sweet kiss. after you had pulled away, lips barely separated, you whispered, "you're the best treat i could ask for." his face heated up and he met your lips again for a more heated kiss. your hands roamed his built chest. he let out a barely audible gasp when your fingertips brushed over his nipples. you smiled into the kiss and forced your tongue into his mouth, swallowing all of his pretty sounds as you found your way back to his nipples.

　　you slid one of your hands down his abs and to his cock, which was already rock hard. you parted the kiss to begin your attack on his beautiful neck and shoulders once again, as you let the fingertips of one hand play with his sensitive buds, and the other with his aching cock.

　　you gently ran your thumb across his tip, earning a more audible gasp and a series of moans.

"m- master, please can we do this in the bedroom?"

you smirked devilishly and lowly muttered into his ear. "i want you in the bed, dry, looking pretty for me while i dry off and drain the bath."

　　a chill ran down his spine as he nodded and practically sprinted to grab a towel and dry off, shutting the bathroom door behind him to waste no time in being a good little slut patiently waiting for his master.

　　you took your sweet time getting dried off and draining the bathtub, but when you finally came out of the bathroom, there sangyeon was in all his glory, waiting patiently in the middle of the bed with his hands in his lap and dick throbbing for you.

"good boy, waiting for master."

"yes master, i love to be good for you."

you crawled onto the bed in front of him, grabbing his chin and making firm eye contact with him. "tell me how bad you want me, slut."

his cock twitched, and he took no time to immediately begin shamelessly begging. "p- please master. touch me, use me, anything. i'm your toy. i've been such a good boy for you, please."

you smirked softly, "how can i say no when my baby boy looks so pretty."

　　you pushed him backwards, letting his back hit the mattress, and crawled on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips, and hands on either side of his head.

"tonight, you're going to please me, and if you're a good boy, master will reward you. are we clear?"

"yes master."

"what is your safe word, in case we need it?"

"turquoise."

you cupped his cheek with one of your hands. "what a good boy."

he bucked his hips and softly moaned at all the praise. "thank you, master."

"so grateful, always using your words for me. now we can put that tongue to use, right?"

"howso, master?"

you straddled his face. "you're going to let me ride your face and make me feel good. i want to see that pretty little mouth please me."

"yes master!"

　　you slowly seated yourself on his face, and he eagerly got to work, tongue licking up the slick that had already gathered there, and gently lapping at your folds.

you moaned. "such a good boy for master."

　　he hummed in response, gently slipping his tongue into your entrance and fucking you. his nose nuzzled your clit as he ate your pussy like his life depended on it, earning loud moans from you.

　　he removed his tongue and gently sucked on your clit, making you arch your back and roll your eyes back in pleasure, moans slipping past your lips. he continued to do his work, progressively getting wilder and messier as your orgasm closed in. you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled when you felt the familiar tension build up in your core. "sh- shit baby, you're going to make me cum—"

　　sangyeon hummed in response as you dug your fingernails into his scalp, as the tension finally snapped. you practically screamed and violently shook, while sangyeon, eager to please, lapped up your juices and got you through your orgasm.

"god, sangyeon, you're so fucking amazing."

　　he moaned at the compliment, slightly overstimulating you, making you realize you wanted more.

"prince, i want you to make master cum again—" you paused as you realized he still hadn't moved his hands from his sides in an effort to please you. "— and this time you can touch."

　　you felt sangyeon smile under you as he gently rested his hands on your hips and eagerly got back to work. immediately you started feeling the same knot build itself up again.

　　a string of curses left your lips as he removed one of his hands to insert two fingers into your pussy, and focused on fingering you and sucking on your clit. your moans progressively got louder in volume as he found your sweet spot and began assaulting it with his long digits.

"F— FUCK, BABY, DON'T STOP!!"

　　you let out another scream as the tension snapped once again, forcing you to brace yourself against the wall as you shook violently on top of sangyeon's brilliant mouth. using the hand on your hip, he helped you grind your cunt against his tongue as you began coming down from the insane high.

　　you panted, trying to catch your breath as you got off of sangyeon, and almost cumming again seeing your juices drip down his chin. you hadn't even started on him and he already looked so ruined, with his messy hair and dark, lust filled eyes.

you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "now it's time for your reward, huh?"

his dick twitched in anticipation. "please master."

　　you looked down at his cock, covered in his own precum from how horny he was. he looked painfully hard.

"mmmm... baby?" you mused.

"yes, master?"

"how many times have you came, for your record?"

"three, why do you ask?"

　　you slid your hand up his chest to his throat to gently choke him. "how about we try for four?"

　　he immediately nodded, and you noted that his breathing got immediately heavier.

"you look so beautiful when you're all ruined for me, like the little slut you are."

　　you landed a gentle slap on his cock, earning a whimper.

"m- master's slut!"

　　you gathered all the precum that leaked from him and coated his dick with it before beginning to stroke him, paying special attention to his tip. he slightly arched his back off the mattress and bit his lip, holding back his moans.

　　you squeezed his dick. "don't hold back your sounds from me, whore. you know master loves to hear them."

　　a series of moans increasing in volume slipped past his lips as you sped up your assault on his dick. "s- sorry master! it w- fuck- happen again!!"

　　you slapped his dick roughly before going as fast as you could on it. "watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me, slut."

　　he came undone at the degrading name, bucking his hips wildly into your hand as spurts of cum shot all over his body.

　　after he had came down, you roughly pressed your palm into his tip, making him arch his back off the bed and whimper loudly. "p- please!! hurts!"

　　you knew if it actually hurt, he would use his safe word, even if he was fucked out, so you happily continued. you slapped his dick around, earning all sorts of pretty sounds— moans, whimpers, gasps. after you were pleased with yourself, you climbed over his body and licked up all the cum that had gotten on his chest and abs. you hovered your mouth over his and grabbed his mouth, forcing him to open it as you spit his cum and your saliva into his mouth. he swallowed every last drop and opened his mouth, tongue out to show you he had done as you wanted.

"good boy."

　　he shivered at the slight growl in your voice.

"let's say we do something more fun, hmm?"

　　you got up and opened a large drawer in your bedside table, filled with a bunch of sex toys and assorted restraints. you selected beautiful dark blue ropes that would look great against his beautiful tanned skin, along with a vibrator, a buttplug, and some lube.

　　sangyeon had been eagerly watching, and just by seeing the toys and your beautiful body, he was already rock hard again. you noticed his large erection had come back and decided to tease him. "eager, are we?"

he nodded violently. "yes master!! please use me!"

　　you smiled wickedly and began tying his hands and feet to the posts of the bed, making his erection even more obvious.

　　you popped open the cap to the lube and coated the plug in it, as well as two of your fingers. you gently slid your digits in his tight hole and began coating his walls in the lube and stretching him slightly. your fingertips brushed against his prostate, earning you a loud moan. you removed your fingers, making him visibly disappointed, before roughly shoving the plug into him.

"how does it feel, baby?"

he gently moaned, "feels good... feels full."

　　you let out a gentle giggle. "it's a little bigger than usual, but this one has more features to it."

　　he looked at you curiously, and you held up a remote, clicking a button that made the plug come to life inside him. he immediately started moaning again, but you weren't satisfied. you turned up the vibration all the way to max and set the remote down before turning on the smaller vibrator in your hand and pressing it to his tip.

　　his moans became so loud that they were screams, and you were thankful you didn't have neighbors right now.

"t- too much, master!!" he sputtered out.

　　you pouted, feigning disappointment. "aw, can my little slut not take what master gives?

　　he once again violently shook his head. "n- no, i can! i- i want to be m- master's- UGH- good little slut!!"

　　you smiled deviously. "that's what i thought. such a good boy for master."

　　he started shaking, and you knew his orgasm was coming.

"m- master! cumming!!"

"go ahead, prince, cum for master."

　　his eyes rolled back in his head as he let out the most sinful moans, as well as more thick ropes of cum.

　　even as his orgasm began to fade, you left both the vibrators on at max, earning a mix of loud whimpers and moans. "s- so sensitive!!"

　　you chuckled lowly, grinning evilly, and shrugged. it was only a few seconds later that yet another orgasm racked his body. sangyeon let out his loudest scream yet, along with incoherent strings of curses. considering this was his third time cumming, he still let out a considerable amount of semen, which you found attractive.

　　you shut both the vibrators off, and removed the plug from sangyeon's hole. he whined at the empty feeling, but it wasn't over yet. you grabbed your strap-on and adjusted it on your hips. you weren't worried about prepping him since you had done that earlier. you spared no time in releasing him from the ropes and slamming into his wrecked hole. more of his beautiful moans filled your ears as you roughly fucked the life out of him.

　　sangyeon couldn't even form words at this point, he was crying from the pleasure and was just a moaning mess. he tangled his hands in your hair, and you threw one of his legs over your shoulder to get a better angle and begin assaulting his prostate. all you got were sinful screams from him as he tried to form a coherent sentence, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white.

"m- master!! can't cum again! so sensitive! god—" he slurred out.

"give master all your cum, baby. just one more, sweetheart. you've been so good for master, just one more."

　　more tears ran down his cheeks as he weakly nodded. he looked absolutely beautiful with his tears staining his cheeks, sweat and cum covering his body, and gorgeous sounds filling the room. you reached a hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes and then hold one of his hands.

　　a barely coherent "m- master!!! cumming again!" slipped past his lips as he let out his last screams of the night, sobbing and shaking as his cum covered both of your bodies. you gently continued to thrust into his prostate to ride out his final orgasm as you slowed to a stop.

　　sangyeon was still shaking and sobbing. you pulled out as quickly and carefully as possible and threw your strap on somewhere on the floor. you gently removed his leg from your shoulder and climbed up next to him, sitting him up to hold him tightly to your chest as he cried. he buried his face into your shoulder and held onto you weakly. you gently shushed him and rubbed his back.

"shhh... it's okay, i'm here. just listen to my voice okay? can you do that?"

　　he nodded as his tears slowed down. you gently wiped them away with your thumb.

"that's my sweet prince. are you alright? don't worry about talking, just tap once with your finger if it's a yes, and twice if it's no, okay?"

　　he gently tapped his finger on your back once, and moved his head from your shoulder to smile at you.

"okay, good. i'm going to take care of you now? okay?"

　　he nodded, and you laid him down while you went to get a warm washcloth. when you returned, you found him with a big goofy grin on his face. you couldn't help but laugh as you cleaned him up, gently wiping away the cum and lube. you got up to grab a second washcloth and wipe away the sweat covering his body. when you were satisfied with your cleanup job, you went in the bathroom to clean yourself up, and returned back with some new sheets from the bathroom closet.

　　you jumped on the bed and squished your body against his, rolling the both of you off the bed and letting him land on top of you. he smiled brightly and let out an angelic laugh. you peppered his face with gentle kisses, making him giggle and his eyes crinkle in joy. you pushed him down on the floor and peppered more kisses on his face, your last one landing on his nose. you returned his beautiful smile, and stood up to change the sheets. as soon as you were done you set him back on the new fresh sheets and threw the old ones in the laundry to be washed later.

　　you hurried off to the kitchen to get him some water and a little snack to make him feel better. upon returning, you noticed he had dozed off. you gently poked his cheek.

"sangyeon baby, can you drink some water just so i know you're okay? after all those screams i don't want your vocal cords getting too stressed."

　　he opened his eyes and smiled at you again before nodding. he took a sip and immediately brightened up when he saw you also had food in hand.

"ooo what is that?" he reached his hands out for it and snatched it.

　　you laughed at his cute behavior. "i'm glad you're feeling better already."

　　he had already stuffed the snack into his mouth, and was nodding happily with his cheeks full.

"god you're so fucking adorable."

"WAIT WAIT WAIT I GOT THIS"

　　he opened one of the drawers on the bedside table and pulled out an uno deck. you forgot he put that there after you played a few days ago. he pulled out a reverse card and threw it at you, but obviously it didn't go far.

　　you bursted out into laughter. "you absolute dumb ass!"

　　sangyeon got up and threw himself at you, this time kissing your face all over and making you giggle. he kept saying "i love you" over and over between kisses. every single inch of your face was showered with sweet kisses from your beautiful angel.

"ack! i'm drowning in love!" you managed to sputter out.

"good!!!"

　　you flipped him over and pushed him down against the bed, both of you smiling stupidly at each other. you pressed a slow, romantic kiss to his soft lips, your hands travelling up to cup both of his cheeks, and his arms wrapping around you and resting on the small of your back. when you pulled away, sangyeon tried to get up to get a change of clothes, but promptly fell back on the bed.

"uh, babe?" he giggled, embarrassed. "i can't walk."

"that's how you know it was great sex."

"you're absolutely right, but i would like some clothes..."

"oh shit yeah, we're still naked, huh?"

"yeah-"

"don't worry, i got it!"

　　you got up and grabbed a pair of underwear and a big comfy t-shirt for each of you. instead of handing his boxers to him though, you made him a pretty sweet hat, to which he laughed.

　　after both of you were dressed, you mutually agreed that you no longer really wanted food. sangyeon held up the blankets for you to get under, and both of you tangled yourselves in each other's limbs and fell asleep.

　　the night that began with you crying had ended in both of you bonding even more, and for you, that was a pretty satisfying day.

- Finished 2:23AM ☺︎︎

[nothinbutblueskieshere]

Panic

TW: Past abuse

Grayson and you are at the beach when you run into your ex-boyfriend, who is the cause of all of your past trauma.

Grayson stands in the doorway of your shared bathroom watching lovingly as you dance to Harry Styles and finish getting ready for the day. You, completely oblivious to your gorgeous boyfriend standing five feet away, sing into the end of your hairbrush, acting as though it were a microphone. Grayson loves watching you do some of the random things you do when you think no one is watching, such as this. Most of these little things he notices you do are little dances when you are doing just about anything, especially when you are cooking or brushing your teeth. 

You finally notice your boyfriend standing there when you turn to put your things back on the shelf next to you. “Hello, beautiful”, he says, reaching for you to come close to him. His hands take your waist in them and pull you into his chest. You reach your arms around his neck and kiss him gently. “I was just coming to ask you if you wanted to come with E, Kristina, and I to the beach for a couple of hours.” 

“I would love to! Just let me get dressed real quick and I’ll be ready.” He gives you another brief kiss before releasing you from his hold, allowing you to go and change out of your sweatpants and into something more suitable for the beach. You end up deciding to wear a pair of your flowy shorts and a black tank top over one of your bikinis, wanting to wear something simple and easy to dry if Gray decides to pull a prank like he usually does. 

You walk into the living room to see Ethan and Kristina sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and Gray leaning against the wall, waiting for you. A wide smile forms on his face as he looks up to see you approaching. He looks delicious in his swim trunks and black t-shirt. You snuggle into his side and breath in deep, taking in the moment.

“Ready to go?” Ethan asks, taking Kristina’s hand in his, pulling her up from her spot on the couch. She lets go of his hand quickly and runs over to you, pulling you in for a warm embrace.

“Good morning, girly!” Ever since she has arrived, Ethan has been happier than you’ve ever seen him. She is a light and not only are you super grateful that Ethan has her, but that you now have a new friend who you get to live with and pick on the twins with. 

The two of you continue to chat about how weird it is to live in a new place, considering you had just moved to California with Grayson only a few months before she came to be with Ethan. That is one thing the two of you bonded over very quickly since she has been here. It has also been nice for you to have another girl in the house, seeing as the majority of the people who come over are guys and you have pretty bad social anxiety around new people, which makes it harder to make new friends. Gray and E follow the two of you and meet you at the car, where you head to the beach from there.

--

At the beach, you and Kristina go back and forth between laying in the sun, swimming in the ocean, and trying to catch the football that Grayson and Ethan have been throwing around for the last thirty minutes, in an attempt to steal it and run. You were successful only a few times, seeing as neither Ethan or Grayson would let you take it easily. 

“Pass it over here!” You yell to Ethan, clapping your hands together in an attempt to gain his attention and catch the ball. He merely chuckles at your excitement and throws the ball in your direction. As you caught it, though, a large force runs into your side and plows you into the sand. You would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the loud roar of Grayson’s laugh above you. “Get off of me, you dick!” You laugh as you playfully shove him away from you. 

“But I loooveee you, babyyy.” His words are long and drawn out while he continues to hold you close to him and sprinkle little kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, too, but get your big, sweaty butt off of me.” Grayson laughs loudly and shakes his sandy hair onto you before lifting himself off of you and pulling you up with him. He pulls you into his arms sweetly and kisses you passionately. “Well, damn,” you say, out of breath as he pulls away, “that’s my favorite kind of apology. I am gonna run to the bathroom. You almost knocked the pee right out of me.” 

Grayson kisses you one more time before letting you out of his arms, allowing you to head towards the bathroom, not without a smack on the ass first, though. On your way to the bathroom, you get knocked to the ground, a soccer ball hitting you square in the head. Laughing it off, you pick up the ball and look around, in search of where the ball came from. Suddenly, and without warning, panic starts to rise and your body begins to shake in fear, memories flooding back from the man who is walking toward you.

“Are you fucking kidding me, (Y/N)?”  He said, pushing you back toward the corner of the room, where you had previously been hiding yourself from him. “You actually think it’s okay to go be a whore and wear that out when you have a boyfriend?” 

You shook your head back and forth, quickly, scared of the reaction you will receive if you say nothing at all. “Matt, please, I didn’t do anything. I was with (Y/F/N) and all we did was drive around and get smoothies. I promise, Matt. I love you. I would never do that to you.” 

Thinking he believed you, you stepped closer to him, reaching out to grab his hand. Without warning, his fist collides with your right eye, sending you right to the ground, quivering away from him in fear. “(Y/N), baby. You know I love you and I would never want to hurt you, but you have to learn how to act properly.”

Shuddering at one of the many memories between you and your ex-boyfriend, a ton of thoughts run through your head. ‘Why is he in California?’ ‘Did he move here?’ ‘Is he going to recognize me?’ After you told your parents the dangers you were in in your relationship, they had allowed you to move back in with them, wanting you to be safe from any harm that Matt wanted to come your way. You had moved in with them in California, leaving college and Ohio behind -- leaving your abusive ex behind. About ten months after that - and a lot of really helpful counseling - you had met Grayson, who showed you what it really meant to love someone. He had worked so hard to help you learn to trust him, move forward, and promised to love you with kindness, and to never raise a hand at you. 

“Hey! I’m sorry that our ball hit you!” As he gets closer, you begin to think of all the ways you have changed your appearance since you broke up with him. You had stopped dying your hair and it was back to its natural light brown color, you had lost about forty-five pounds, stopped biting your nails, and started presenting yourself in a much better manner than before. You were hoping that would be enough to protect you. “Wait. (Y/N)? Oh my goodness, how are you? You look great! How long have you been here? I wasn’t able to keep track of you after you left Ohio.” 

Although his tone is friendly, his eyes are not. He’s angry. He’s clearly still good at hiding his true colors, though, because his friend who is next to him is not aware at all that he is putting up this facade. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. I am here with my boyfriend and friends.” He nods his head, trying to come up with feelings about the situation. 

“Aw, I am so glad to hear that. Hey, man, can you give us a minute? We grew up together.” He asked his friend, who nods and says a quick goodbye. As soon as he leaves, Matt’s smile disappears, facing you with a look you are all too familiar with. “I’m not surprised, I have to admit. You, here, wearing a bikini like that, with a boyfriend. You always have been such a slut.” 

You move to turn away from him, figuring out if you are closer to the bathroom or closer to Grayson. After determining you were closer to Gray, that is where you decide to head. Before you can, though, Matt grabs onto your wrist with a grip that you have not felt in years. “Let. Me. Go.” You grit out. You never would have talked to him like that before, but now you were angry. 

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? I figured if you’re walking around like this now you definitely want me, too.” 

Angry tears are streaming down your face, trying to get out of his grip. Trying to assess the situation, you know that you would lose the physical fight every single time. He has at least 150 pounds on you. “(Y/N)! We thought you fell in! You’ve been gone for a while,” Kristina says as she approaches you and Matt with caution. “Are you okay?” She asks, concerned.

“Yeah, I am fine. Can you tell Gray I’ll be back in just a minute, I am just chatting with my friend from high school, Matt.” You make sure to tell her his name, knowing that Grayson will recognize the name as soon as he hears it. She rushes back over to the boys, aware that something is wrong with the situation. 

“She’s cute. Do you think she’d want my number?” Matt asks, watching her walk away.

“Ew. Are you actually asking me if my friend wants to fuck you when you are literally trying to get me to sleep with you again? Why would I expose the sweetest girl alive to the monster that you are?” 

The anger in his eyes is replaced by rage as he raises his hand and, like many times before, connects his fist with my right eye. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You hear Grayson yell as he shoves Matt away from you. You curl into a ball after you scoot away from them. Your back hits a person, which causes you to flinch and look up to see Kristina wrap her arms around you, letting you cry. You look to see Ethan trying to break up the fight that is going on between Grayson and Matt. “If I ever see you again- If I ever hear that you hurt (Y/N) again, I promise you will not like the outcome.” Matt moves away from Grayson quickly, too much of a coward to own up to his actions, just as he always had been. 

“Gray,” E says, trying to calm down your shaking boyfriend, “go be with her. She needs you to be with her, not focusing on him.” 

Grayson nods, rushing to you, replacing Kristina’s embrace with his. “It’s okay, baby. He’s gone. I won’t let him touch you again.” He doesn’t let you go for a while. Ethan and Kristina pack up your stuff as Grayson sits you down on his lap in the car, allowing you to cry, shake, and grieve for all the nightmares to come from this. Grayson is clearly heartbroken that he didn’t notice in time, wishing that he could do something to take away the pain that you feel. 

He does what he can for the rest of the day. He puts ice on your eye and wrist, trying to at least alleviate the physical pain you are feeling, calls your mom to let her know what happened, and holds you close to him, even after you fall asleep, trying to do what he can, which is bring you comfort with him, your best friend and rock. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers as you drift into unconsciousness, knowing that at least when you wake up, he’ll be there.

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 12

Summary: Just a continuation from the last part

Taglist:

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Part 11  Part 13 

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I came to a second later, the force of John B and I colliding together knocking both of us out. I looked and saw John B wasn’t moving, so I crawled over to him.

“Birdie?” I asked, no answer. I couldn’t think of anything else happening around me except making sure my baby brother was ok.

I flipped him around and saw a red stain on his left side. I panicked and leaned down to check if he was still breathing, and barely any breaths were leaving his mouth. Blood was pouring out of the wound, and I knew I needed to stop the bleeding.

“Someone help me!” I shouted. I saw the three men that attacked us take off, my friends running towards us

“John B!” JJ yelled.

“Oh fuck,” Pope said.

“Baby?” Sarah asked.

“JB!” Kie shouted.

I shoved my hand on his wound to stop the bleeding and it forced a shout from my brother. I sobbed out in relief, I told Pope to call an ambulance.

“Bubba?” my brother asked looking up at me.

“Yeah Birdie? I’m here” I said, tears rolling down my face, and my free hand taking one of his. I felt JJ putting his head on my shoulder, tears of his own wetting my skin. 

“I love you” he said, wheezing.

“I love you too Birdie, you’re going to be fine” I said. Looking at Sarah who was sobbing into Kie’s arms. 

“Where-Sarah-I” John B grunted out. 

“I’m here” she said coming to the other side of us and taking his other hand.

“Sarah, please take care of my sister....I love you so much” he said.

“You can’t leave me” Sarah said. My heart breaking at the sight of her sobbing into my brothers neck.

“You’re time’s not over yet JB...I’m not done annoying the shit out of you yet” I said, laughing through my tears. He smiled at me, squeezing my hand. 

“Pope hurry up man!” JJ shouted.

John B smiled before closing his eyes again.

“John Booker keep your eyes open, you gotta stay with us,” I slapped his cheek lightly, his eyes snapping open again.

“Can’t bubba, I’m so tired” he slurred.

“I know Birdie, help is coming just please hold on.” I said to him. 

John B took a deep breath, closed his eyes, exhaled and went completely still. My eyes widened as his hand went limp in mine. I leaned my head back on his chest and it wasn’t moving.

“JJ, he’s not breathing!” I screamed. 

“Oh my god, no!” Sarah wailed. 

“No, no, John B please wake up” I started hysterically crying. I shook my brother as hard as I could. 

“Baby,” JJ said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Birdie, you can’t leave me!” I wailed out, laying my head on his still chest. I sobbed into my brothers chest, starting to breathe erratically from how hard I was cying. 

We heard the screeching of sirens and tires squealing. The paramedics coming over and telling us to move out of the way. I wasn’t registering anything other than my brother being dead. I shoved at them when they tried to move me. Then, JJ put his arms around my chest and pulled me away from him, moving us so we weren’t in the way. 

“NO! JJ!” I screamed, struggling against his hold. JJ held tight against me while the paramedics worked on him. He put his face right next to mine and whispered in my ear to calm down and let the paramedics do their job. They put him on a stretcher and rushed him to the ambulance. 

“Come on my love, we can meet them there” JJ said, lifting me in his arms and taking me to the van. 

At the hospital:

“Well, second time in three days I’ve been in this fucking waiting room” I said, pacing around the room.

Pope watching whatever was on the little television, Kie was holding Sarah who was still crying, and JJ staring at me. My heart was beating out of my chest, I was so scared something bad was going to happen to John B. Then I’d be completely alone...of course I have my friends, but of my biological family I’d have no one. 

“We have to do something about this fucking gold before we all get killed. I’m not losing anyone else.” I said shakily.

“Sweetheart, everyone that knows about it knows we have it. Even if we spend it they will still come after us.” JJ said.

“Maybe we could just tell someone where it is and let them have it?” Pope suggested. 

“Hell no, are you crazy?!” JJ yelled, smacking Pope over the head. 

“What if we cash it and go into hiding somewhere out of the country?” Kie asked.

“How did anyone even find out that we were the ones who found it?” I asked myself. Then a thought hit me.

My brother had been basically living with Sarah for the past few months and there’s no way someone didn’t over hear them. Or was Sarah doing this purposefully so her family could get the gold? My earlier concerns about her started flooding me, making me become overfilled with rage. 

“Did you telling your fucking Dad?!” I yelled accusingly at Sarah.

“What the hell?! Why would I do that?” Sarah asked, crying harder now.

“You didn’t want anything to do with John B until you knew we for sure found that gold.” I sneered. 

“How dare you?!” Sarah shouted, getting up from Kie and coming towards me. Everyone standing up in case there was a showdown.

“You never wanted to be a part of this family until you knew we were going to be filthy rich so you wouldn’t have to live with the embarrassment of being seen with a Pogue. Right Sarah? You can’t stand the thought of having to actually work for something and not having it handed to you.” I said staring into her eyes, my hands balling into fists at my sides. 

Sarah’s hand darted out and smacked me hard across the face, gasps coming from everyone. I charged at her, knocking us both to the ground. I swung my arm back and landed a punch right in her jaw. JJ yanked me off of her, forcing me out of the waiting room and into the hospital parking lot. 

“Get off of me JJ!” I yelled, pushing him once we got outside. 

“You need to cool it” JJ said sternly. 

“Are you serious right now?!” I exclaimed.

“This is not the time or place to be talking about that shit and you know it.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. 

“You know I’m right J” I said looking at my feet.

“Baby, we can deal with that later. We need to focus on John B right now.” JJ said.

“I’m so scared,” I whispered, biting my lip so I wouldn’t cry again.

“Oh sweetheart, come here.” JJ said, walking to me and pulling me into his arms. 

I latched on to him and sobbed hard into his neck, throwing my arms under his and grabbing at the back of his shirt. He held my head in his hand, planting little kisses on my cheek and anywhere else he could reach.

“I can’t lose him JJ” I cried. 

“I know” JJ murmured into my hair.

JJ and I made our way back into the waiting room to find Pope, Kie, and Sarah’s parents there as well. Pope’s parents hugged me, telling me everything would be ok. I looked at Mr. C, he was such a kind and caring man. He helped me when no one else would. He’s been more of a father to me than my own actually was. I ran into his arms and he hugged me back tight. Kie and her mom enveloping us. 

“John Booker Routledge?” someone asked. 

I immediately went to them and followed them into the hall.

“Is he ok?” I asked, tears starting to well up again. 

“He was unresponsive when he first came in, but we managed to get him back. We had to do a very intense operation since the bullet nicked an artery, most people don’t survive that kind of injury. He’s very lucky to be alive.” the doctor said.

“Shit” I sighed out, crying in relief that my brother would be ok.

One week later:

“Can someone break me out of this shithole yet?” John B whined.

I was ready for him to be out as well, he was driving me insane with his constant complaining. I love my brother, and am so happy he is living and breathing. But the journey of this hospital stay, has made me more determined than ever to somehow get rid of this gold. 

“You’re being released today Birdie, I can’t wait to deep clean our shit house.” I said running my hands through my hair. “”I hate living with men” I sighed.

“That’s rude” my brother said.

“I take offense to that” JJ said, adjusting his hat.

“You all are literally so disgusting.” I said clapping my hands together.

“I clean up after myself!” JJ said. I looked at him, raising my brow.

“Babe yes I do!” he said laughing.

“Oh so are you talking about the time I literally threatened to cut your dick off if you left one more beer can in the floor?” I said, pretending to think about it. 

“You couldn’t make it without my dick” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest leaning back in the chair.

“JJ please stop talking about my sister and your dick” John B said. 

They finally released John B and we all piled into the van. I drove us home still fighting with the boys about them being more clean since I was the main bread maker in the household. 

“Bubba I’m in so much pain do I get a break from cleaning?” John B asked.

“This is the only time you get a pass JB. So babe, it’s me and you” I said looking over at JJ. 

“I love you” JJ said, looking at me lovingly.

“Don’t even start, you’re helping me” I said, knowing he was trying to sweet talk me. 

“Babe,” he sighed.

“No, most of that mess is you and John B. Our house is disgusting.” I said shaking my head.

“Oh my god fine only for you gorgeous.” JJ sighed, kissing my hand. 

“I’m going to throw up” John B groaned.

I laughed, taking a moment to think about the what ifs. If my brother hadn’t made it out, I would have been destroyed. We all would have been. John B is the heart of the Pogues. He kept all of us together, without him we wouldn’t be complete. Most of all, he was my best friend, and I know I couldn’t live without him. I would have given up on life completely if it wasn’t for him being around. He kept me going. He encouraged me to live life to the fullest. I would never have my life be any other way. 

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Hope you guys enjoyed!

[ms-rampage]

Eden's Gate: Left Behind Chapter 6 - I Need To Protect You.

Warnings: Light swearing, attempted rape, kidnapping.

Word count: 2k

I don't know if John is in character anymore ����😂😂.

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John’s lips are intoxicating, Kate wants to pull away for air, but at the same time doesn’t want to.

His hands on her waist, holding her in place. Pressing her up against him. His right hand holding the back of her neck deepening the kiss. 

“Why does this feel so wrong?!” she thinks to herself. 

She tries to pull away but he has a grip on her, and it's too strong. He sees her resistances, and he lets go of her. Breaking the kiss.

“What’s wrong?!” he asks, slight concern in his voice. 

She stammers with her words, but manages to say. “I'm sorry. I just-. I can’t do this. I’m sorry”, and she walks away, fast. 

Panicking, she knows getting involved with him will get him killed. 

“Wait! Kate!” he says, going after her.

She walks faster, not wanting him to keep up with her. 

“Kate!!” he yells. 

She’s basically running with a bad knee, and the pain is killing her. She hates to leave him like this, but he most likely won’t understand why she did. 

He keeps calling out for her but she keeps ignoring him.

She gets to the front of the house, and he has some of his men go after her. She takes off in a full sprint, the pain in her knee is so unbearable, she’s fighting through it.

No car, or anyway to get home. She runs off John’s property, and walks the rest of the way home. Walking through the huge field

The sun is setting, it was dark within minutes. Her phone has no service, she couldn’t call Morgan, Sarah or any of her friends. Walking home in the dark with the only source of light on her phone. Dark, cold and she has a bad knee. She might end up getting attacked by a bear, or pack of wolves or a cougar.

The fact that she’s didn’t have her gun on her made her feel so fucking stupid. Paige, or her mother would’ve yelled at her for not taking it with her, and also running away in the pitch darkness. So two reasons for them to lecture her about safety, and responsibility. 

She’s walking down the dirt road, no cars, very little light coming from the street lights. She doesn’t even know if she’s going the right way, for all she knows she isn’t and that made her feel even stupider, a cold gust of wind sends shivers down her spine. She knows she should’ve worn a better jacket. Crossing her arms to keep herself somewhat warm. 

She knows she blew it with John. She fucking knows it. A very handsome man shows signs that he’s interested in her, takes her for a ride in his plane, kisses her afterwards, and she runs away like a coward. 

She gets lost in her thoughts, and doesn’t see a car driving slowly next to her. A man driving by himself. 

“Do you need a ride?” he asks.

Just a good sumaritan. She guesses. 

Too cold to answer his question, just by her posture, he opens the passenger door.

“Get in, I'll give you a ride” he says, opening the door. 

Without thinking she gets in the car. Paige would definitely be yelling at her, calling her stupid, and careless. 

Sitting in the passenger seat, the warm air making her muscles relax. 

After a few minutes of driving down the dirt road, the man asks. “Where you heading?”. 

“H-Holland Valley. You can drop me off the Spread Eagle” she answers.

He looks over at her, “I can drop you off at your house”

Her voice shivering “I-Its f-fine. You can drop me off at t-the bar” He makes a sharp left turn, driving away from Falls End. She doesn’t recognize the part of Holland Valley. 

All alarms go off in her head, she looks over at him, and raises her voice “Dude!!. Wrong way!!”.  They're now driving down a dark, wooded, dirt road away from everything. She can’t see where they’re going.

“Bro what the fuck?!?!. Let me go!!!” she yells again. 

He comes to a complete stop, slamming on the brakes. She goes to open the door, and make another break for it through the darkness.

He locks the door immediately with his driver side buttons.

Desperately, trying to unlock the door, and trying to smash the window with her elbow. The man grabs her by her hair, and pulls her. Pushing her into the backseat. 

She fights him off, kicking him in the head a few times.  Throwing blows at him but it's not enough to knock him out.

“Get the fuck away from me!!!” she yells, kicking him away from her with her good leg. 

Trying to break the window by hitting in with her elbow. He forces himself on top of her, undoing her pants, and his.  

“Get the fuck off of me!!!” she yells, struggling to push him off of her.

He covers her mouth. “Hold still!!” he growls. “It”ll be over by the time you know it”. 

She ain’t letting him do this, not to her, not to any other girl.  She knees his in the groin, pushing him off of her. She manages to unlock the door.

Tumbling out of it, only to get dragged back in. She screams for help, hoping someone would hear her. 

He covers her mouth again, and pushes her back inside the car.  His pants completely off, his dick hanging out. He pulls down her pants. Still fighting him, kicking him. Not giving him the satisfaction on raping her. 

It’s almost like someone heard her. Headlights illuminate the darkness of the forest. 

It was only mere seconds the back doors had opened, and the man gets pulled off of her by a few other men. 

She sits up, the door on her side opens and she gets pulled out of the car. 

“Let me go!!” she yells. She hits the person, and at the last second sees that it's John. Her fist connects with jaw. He stumbles back a bit. 

“Oh shit, John?!!?” she says, regretting that punch. Her eyes widened. He chuckles while holding his jaw, “You know how to pack a punch darlin”.

He grabs her head, rough but gentle “Never run off like that ever again. Okay?” he says sternly but lovingly. She nods her head. Surprised that he went out, and looked for her. 

He pulls her into a tight embrace. Kissing her head.  

The two men beat the shit out of the man. Leaving him bloody, and beaten. Gasping for air, choking on his own blood. John lets go of Kate, and approaches the bloody man who’s being held up by his men.

He whispers to him, “You have a choice. You will confess your sins, and reach atonement, or I can kill you right now. Which one is it hmm?!”. 

Weakly the man responds “I’ll confess”. 

John smirks at him, “Good. If you go anywhere near her. I’ll kill you. Understand?!”. 

He nods, and his men drop him to the ground. Kate couldn't hear a word they said. They leave him there to suffer like the bile he is. 

John puts his coat around Kate’s shoulders, and guides her to the vehicle he arrived in. Seating her in the back with him. Resting her head on his shoulder. 

Driving down the road, away from that area. Instead of dropping her off at her house. They go back to John’s house. Not thinking anything of it, she feels bad for leaving him like that without any explanation. 

They go inside the house, and he sits her down on the couch. Worried that she might have upsetted him, she feels like she owns him an explanation.

“Do you wanna know why I ran away?!” she asks, her voice trembling. 

With his back to her, he speaks up immediately “You have your reasons. That’s all we need to know, but honesty is a key way to make a relationship work”.

Her eyes widened as he says this. “Relationship? Did we establish that we’re a couple?” she thinks to herself. 

He turns around to face, “So why did you run away?!” he asks, his voice calm and soothing. 

She looks down for a brief moment, trying to figure out a way to tell him that isn’t the truth, he lifts her chin up, having her look at him.

“Why did you run away?!” he asks again. 

“I-I was scared” she says.

“Of?” he asks. “Were you scared of me?!”. 

She shakes her head, “No. I-I was scared of getting-getting involved with anyone”.

He looks into her eyes, trying to detect a lie. He places his hands on her face, cupping it, and places a quick kiss on her lips.

“I needed to protect you. I was told to. You’re my other half. I won’t let anything happen to you. If anyone is gonna do lustful things to you, it’s gonna be me”.

He kisses her again, Kate melts into his arms. Holding her close, and tightly. 

“You can stay here tonight” he says, getting up from the couch.

He guides her down a hallway, towards his bedroom she’s guessing. He opens a door, and the first thing she sees is a huge King size bed, and a lot of fancy and probably expensive furniture.

Distracted by all the fancy stuff in the room. A shower head runs from the bathroom. John steps out with clean clothes, and a towel, hands them to her.

“Get yourself cleaned up” he says to her, his hand on her waist. 

“Okay” she says, nodding her head.

She changes out of her clothes, and steps into the warm water. She looks down at her knee, and it's bruised. A dark, deep purple, who would’ve known a slip, and land on the knee would turn one's knee completely purple. 

After 10 minutes she steps, completely relieved and relaxed, changing into the clothes John had given her. She steps out of the bathroom, John who has his back to her. Shirtless, and has very toned back. 

“Fuck, he has a toned back, is a lawyer, has a plane and is very fucking handsome. He either actually loves me, or he’s a demon!” she thinks to herself. 

A symbol on his mid back catches her attention, she’s never seen it before. It doesn't look like it's a Enocian or Latin symbol that she knows of. 

“Like what you see?” he asks, with his back still to her. 

Kate feels her face turn red, she scratches her arm in embarrassment. She takes a few steps closer to the other side of the bed opposite of John.

Examining his body, other than his many tattoos, he has scars on his body “Sloth” on his chest. He has more scars on his stomach, and mid section “YES”, “Lust”, and “Wrath”. As much as she wants to ask him about them, she stays quiet. She doesn’t know how he’ll react to the question, she sits down on the bed, opposite of John.

Looking down at her knee, examining it, squeezing it. John looks over at her, looking at her swollen, purple knee.

He stops what he’s doing, climbs on to the bed onto her side.

“Did she do this on purpose?!” he asks.

“I’m pretty sure she did” she responds.

He nods her head, and says “I’ll deal with her”. 

He moves to his side, turns off the lights and gets into bed. 

Kate grabs her phone, which is surprisingly on the nightstand next to her.

She sends a quick text to Morgan “Hey, the date went good I’ll tell you more later. Can you check on Haley please, the extra key is in the plant next to the door. Thanks. - Kate”

She gets a reply within a few minutes back “Sure thing.Tell me tomorrow - Morgan”. 

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The next working Kate wakes up at 6:30am, John has one of his men take her home.

She arrives home, and sees Morgan asleep on her couch. 

She wakes up, when Haley barks at Kate. 

“Walk of shame?” she asks. Kate laughs, “Not really. Somewhat of a rough night”.

She chuckles, “Yeah, I’m sure. So how was the date?!”

Morgan is sitting on Kate’s bed as she’s changing into her work clothes, and telling her what happened the night before. 

“Shit for real?!” she says, in shock 

“Yeah, I was almost raped” Kate says.

“But does John know why you ran away?” Morgan asks. 

“The real reason? No because he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t understand the work we once did” she says.

“And you spent the night with him?” she asks.

She nods her head.

“Did you guys fuck?!?” she asks, without any hesitation.

Kate gives her a stern look.

“Come on man you know I had to ask” she says, in her defense. 

“No we didn’t have sex. We kissed a few times, and he also said that he “needed to protect me”, and that “I’m his other half”.”

“What does that mean?!” she asks.

“I don’t know. But he is quite the cuddler” she adds.

They both laugh. Morgan looks down at her phone.

“Come on we have to get to work”. They leave the house, and head to work.

Working their typical 9-5 shift.

[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found Pt. 2

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m back with chapter two as promised! For whatever strange reason, I’m pretty nervous about this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy! I love you guys and thank you so much for all of the feedback from chapter one! As always, leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary!

“I see Lupita

You know I got the Jones

For my own Rashida

Can you put me on

With Danai Gurira

She stay on my dome”

Ladies violently swarmed towards the stage causing you to stumble forward instantly losing the grip on your phone which resulted in you watching it hit the floor harshly. Discombobulated. Disconnected. And maybe a little drunk since you weren’t much of a drinker. You squatted down and patted the floor in hopes your fingertips would seamlessly come across it. To your surprise, they did. But to your misfortune, some thirsty ass heffa kicked it further away from you.

“Fuck!” you yelled.

And where the fuck is Desmonde you thought.

“Ok ok, I see y’all are live in this mothertrucker. That’s what’s up.” Masego said while adjusting his shades.

He casually placed his saxophone on its stand and put his left hand in his pocket.

“So y’all wanna hear something new?” he continued completely enticing the crowd.

You stood upright and watched him in awe. You couldn’t believe this was the same man from earlier. What the actual fuck. You watched him standing confidently in his expensive velvet threads. A glorious, multi-talented giant he was. He worked flawlessly around his equipment. Conjuring soothing melodies with heavy bass drums that made you want to shake your ass a little. 

“So today I met this shorty. She was mmm. I don’t even know how to explain it. But anyway, I wrote this song about her. I’ll tell you the rest of the story on IG. Alright, let’s go!” 

“Ooh, I saw her and she hit me like (Tadow)

Saw that thing so beautiful (Tadow)

She just hit my heart, ooh (Tadow)

Full force and she got me like (Tadow)”

You smiled and partially covered your lips watching him sing passionately to the crowd. He pulled down his shades and walked towards the edge of the stage. Suddenly, his eyes locked with yours causing a subtle smirk to form on his lips. 

“I be like (Tadow)

Baby (Tadow)

Why you so fine? (Tadow, tadow)

Gotta make you mine (Tadow, tadow)

So hard to find (Tadow, tadow)”

He winked at you and walked back to his music station smoothly. You tore your eyes away from his gaze and smiled to yourself. You looked up once more witnessing him becoming consumed by his music - entirely lost in it. Subconsciously, you bit your lip and tilted your head out of curiosity. It was something about him that turned you on. You couldn’t decide if it was his swag, his vocals, his talent, or his wit but either way, he had your panties dampening from his sweet melodies. Pulling yourself back to reality you wondered if he really saw you or did you just want to be noticed? Could it be possible that this song was about you? No, it can’t be. You’re buzzed, just really really buzzed you reasoned with yourself. Breaking you from your spiraling thoughts, you felt someone grab your arm from behind. 

“C, I’ve been calling your phone all damn night! Why the fuck weren’t you answering?” Desmonde screamed with a concerned look on his face.

“I lost it! And Desmone you need to calm that tone down! I’m fine! Get off of me!” you yelled while snatching your arm away from him.

“How fucking long was that line to the bathroom?” you asked while looking him up and down.

“We should go,” he demanded

“We should.” you spat.

From the stage, Masego inquisitively raised an eyebrow watching the drama unfold between you and your boyfriend. You deserved better but if only you could see that. From his eyes, you were nothing shy of beautiful. Full lips, piercing dark brown eyes, mouth-watering curves, thick curly hair, and he loved the sound of your sweet, light airy voice. From the moment he heard it, he wanted to exercise your vocal cords in the best ways. He wanted nothing more than to cherish you and to pour back into what you lost. And maybe, if you would have him, you could show him what he lacks in this world of fame. After watching your quarrel with Desmonde, he decided that you needed a change of pace, a change of man, and a change of scenery and most importantly he wanted you. Correction, needed you. He had exactly two weeks to convince you, prove to you, and show you that he is worthy of your attention before heading to South Africa to finish the second leg of his tour.

“Alright, alright shut up. Too much new song,” Masego said jokingly as he continued his show.

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*A few minutes prior*

“Well, this was fun,” Brittany said breathlessly.

“I gotta stop fucking you,” Desmonde said as he zipped up his pants.

“Tell that to your dick and not me,” she said as she fixed her makeup in the rearview mirror.

“This is the last time and I mean that shit,” he said sternly

“Uh-huh.” she answered nonchalantly.

“You don’t think I’m serious? Cause I am,” he responded.

“D, I know you love her. But you don’t love yourself, this is why you’re with me. This is why you’re doing what you do. Sure, you can stop fucking me. But there’s always going to be someone else.” she said as she added the finishing touches to her makeup.

Desmonde swallowed dryly taking in her brutal honesty.

“Why am I doing this? To myself? To her?” he thought.

“Don’t worry, I don’t judge. I’m not perfect either and in time I’ll face my demons but not tonight,” she said slyly.

“I’m going to catch the rest of the show. You might want to go head back to your girl,” she said before getting out of the car.

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An uncomfortable silence fell between you and Desmonde. The car ride home felt longer than usual. You cracked your window to let some fresh air inside. You felt like you were suffocating from the inside out. Everything around you seemed to intensify your irritation. Your tight dress, your high heels, the silence, and not to mention Des’ presence. 

“I’m sorry that I snapped at you earlier,” he said while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Why were you gone for so long?” you questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t know... and that’s the truth. I don’t know what I’ve been doing lately or who I am. And I’m sorry I’m so shitty to you.” he said lowly while his hands gripped the steering wheel.

He pulled into the apartment complex and sighed deeply. After he parked the car, he opened the passenger’s side door and opened it for you. With hesitation, you swung your right leg out of the vehicle and then the left.

“Charisma, I am so sorry,” he repeated. 

You swallowed and nodded as a response.

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A black satin bonnet covered your delicate curls and a white cotton oversized t-shirt covered your curvy frame. You rested your fatigued body on the cold queen-sized bed and waited for Desmonde to join you in the bedroom. Desmonde staggered to the bed after turning off the bathroom light. He plopped on the bed and grunted into his pillow. You inhaled his fresh scent and smiled at him.

“You drunk drunk?” you whispered.

A lazy smile crept upon his face and as he turned toward you.

“Drunk drunk.” he repeated.

“Des?” you replied while stroking his face.

“Yeah, baby?” he answered while kissing your fingertips lovingly.

“Are you really sorry? You mean that?” you quizzed.

“I am,” he admitted.

“I was thinking maybe we could - that maybe we should have...” you hinted.

“Sex?” he said in disbelief.

“It is my birthday….” you joked trying to ease the tension.

“Charisma.” he said while closing his eyes and bringing his hands over his face in frustration.

“Desmonde, please.” you croaked.

“We’re not as close as we used to be. I think we should try at least.” you continued.

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you-”

“Then what is it?” you interrupted.

“I don’t deserve to touch you like that right now,” he admitted.

“Isn’t that left up to me?” you quizzed.

“I don’t wanna argue. Can you respect that?” he snapped.

You sat up quickly and pulled the covers off of you in utter disgust. You grabbed your pillow and your favorite multi-colored blanket.

“Desmonde can you just admit that you don’t love me anymore? I just need to hear you say it. I know the losing the baby changed everything.” you said lowly.

“Just tell me so I can move on. So you can move on.” you continued.

“I do love you! I love you Charisma … I just don’t know how to love you the right way.” he replied while hanging his head in defeat.

Before you knew it your cheeks were covered in tears. You aggressively wiped your face and nodded in acceptance.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight. And Desmonde?” you paused. “I want you out of this apartment first thing in the morning and I mean that shit,” you said while closing the bedroom door.

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*Masego’s Video Post*

“Ok quick storytime. So I was checking into my hotel today. I seen this shorty and she was mmm mmm good. You feel me? Anyways, she’s looking at me and I’m looking at her right? Alright fast forward. So she’s bringing me towels that I didn’t ask for. Hold up rewind, I forgot to mention she works at the hotel. So anyway, she brings me these towels looking all gorgeous. And y’all know me, imma shoot that shot. So I did and I found out shorty had a boyfriend. And that sums up how “Tadow” came about. I made it right after I seen her.”

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[mds-babygirl-13]

Epiphany? Turning Point?

It seems fitting that a year ago was when this all started to begin and yet here we are a year later and it feels like we’ve found a new beginning all over again. I should probably start at the beginning, but it would take too long to get to this part which is the part I really want to share and actually ties into our little corner of tumblr.

@mastershim69 also lovingly referred to as My Daddy, or Magic Dick (MD) when I’m feeling froggy, and I could have never predicted we’d be here a year ago. Hell, we couldn’t have predicted we’d be in a serious relationship a year ago. Yet here we are, stumbling along in the world of D/s and DD together. We’ve had our fair share of stumbles and failures. We’ve had our fair share of poor communication. But we’ve also had our fair share of epiphanies and turning points. Of glorious satisfaction and enjoyment.

Last night we had another epiphany. It’s funny because I don’t think either of us really thought or felt that anything was lacking. It started with MD “asking” me to go for a walk. Mind you I’ve been stupid sick the last 4-5 days and the last thing in the world I wanted to do was take a walk. I knew he wasn’t really asking. I protested a bit. He knew I was capable and pushed despite my protests. Smiling a little at me letting me know my protest was futile. He told me to go put on pants and real shoes. I asked why I needed either. I was dressed totally appropriately to take a stroll. He said it’s a real walk, not a stroll. When I walked in the house to change I was met by my sister and one of our older children laughing. They looked at me and said how’s your protest going. I felt my cheeks flush and I asked what protest. They replied with, we hear you’re going for a walk. I said this is me going to change in protest.

As I walked up the stairs I realized he was taking some joy in my protest. He was also taking some joy in letting them know I was being made to do something I didn’t really want to do. It made me a bit reflective because I hadn’t noticed previously him taking any joy in my protests and it was a bit bold to let anyone see a glimpse of our dynamic. It’s not something that happens often. I often protest our shower rule. It’s probably one of our strictest rules? Not sure strictest is the right word. MD has a rule that we shower before going to bed. The only exceptions to the rule is if we stay inside literally the entire day, which never happens, and I get one day a year, my birthday, where I get to choose if I shower or not. I can count literally one time where he gave leniency on it. We came home late from a ball game and I nearly begged in exhaustion to take a shower in the morning with a promise to also wash all our linens the following day. I digress, the point is I protest it quite often with playful remarks of “this is me showering in protest”. While he sometimes laughs at me I hadn’t really ever thought he got any joy from my protests. I walked back down the stairs and out the door to shouts of enjoy your walk and giggles behind me.

When we started to walk he made a comment about finding my protest amusing. HE REALLY WAS FINDING JOY IN THIS. And he says he’s not a sadist. As we walked along he said I’ve been considering writing to @instructor144 . I was a bit surprised at first. I have reached out to @amysubmits a few times and he knew that. We listen to the podcast Over The Knee that Amy and @CynicalDom do together. We both follow 144, but I just never really gave it much thought that he’d want to reach out. I asked why and he said well we don’t really have a community here and I’m at this place where I don’t know that I’m doing what I should as your Dom. I just kind of want someone to talk it out with a bit. Now I was thoroughly confused because I am very happy in our dynamic and I feel he is too. Instead of immediately responding with all the reassurances I wanted to respond with, I just asked what is it you feel your not doing or not doing well? We talked the rest of the way and it boiled down to, at least in my head, that he felt he didn’t do enough. Sometimes tasks go unchecked or things become forgotten, but that’s only human. Especially when you have the tribe of children and bustling household that we do.

This is where I mention for those uninitiated, we have 8 children between the two of us; 5 of them live with us full time. My mother who suffers from a TBI also lives with us, as well as my youngest sister who is 18 and recently graduated high school last year. If this isn’t enough, he and I are also both Active Duty Air Force, and because I didn’t think I had enough going on in life, I founded my own 501c3 Animal Rescue that is run 100% of donations and volunteers. As you can probably gather, sometimes, things get lost in the shuffle. Unfortunately that includes our dynamic. We do the best we can within the limits of being human.

Despite giving him reminders and reassurances that I feel he does more than enough, especially within the busy life we live, I encouraged him to reach out, if that’s really what he felt he should do. I can’t help him with the Dom side of things because my brain just simply doesn’t work that way. He was worried that the response he would get back after reaching out might be critical. He said he wouldn’t be upset if it was as the only way to improve is with honesty, even if that means critical honesty. I reminded him that everyone has been new at some point, and the mere mention that he’s concerned it would be critical means he cares enough to be doing this whole messy dynamic the best way we know how and therefore I don’t think the response would be critical. Informative? Yes. Critical? No. He’s just simply not an asshat that deserves criticism. This is where we all need to remember that constructive feedback or criticism is different than being critical just because you can be.

As we got back to the house the conversation somehow took a turn. He offhandedly said to me, “You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to just call you up to our room.” I knew he could see my puzzled expression by the streetlights, and he said, “like the post you shared to me of Amy’s.” It clicked that he was referring to a post Amy made where CD had called her in to give him a blow job and then stopped her. I asked why he didn’t. I explained that I’d love if he did. He said to me with the sincerest of expressions, “You really would WANT to drop everything to come to me?” Without hesitation I said yes. I could feel my forehead crinkle. Not understanding how he didn’t already know this. I feel I’ve expressed it ten thousand times before. I watched him for a moment before trying to explain. I’m not sure you’ll ever truly understand but there is nothing that satiates me or provides me more pleasure than serving you. You giving me a direct way to do that provides all the warm and fuzzies. He smirked, “Taking a shower provides you warm and fuzzies and satiates you.” I retorted, “That’s not what I mean but yes. As much as I loathe taking a shower at night it’s a very clear representation of serving you. It makes YOU happy therefore even if I don’t like it in the moment I find fulfillment in it.”

The conversation really wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things. It didn’t feel much different than conversations we have had a million times over. Neither of us have ever lived in a dynamic. Before one another neither of us realized we even wanted to live in a dynamic such as this. When it first started I was convinced it was more for me than for him after all I was the one who brought it up. Over and over again, we’ve had nearly identical conversations with him asking me questions to try to determine what it is that I really am wanting. Something was different this time though, it was like this lightbulb of acceptance went off in his head that hadn’t previously. Like he couldn’t understand fully WHY dropping everything for him satiates me or why serving him in ways he sees fit brings me such fulfillment, but he accepted it.

Our conversation was interrupted by kids and family. We talked and joked with them for a while before he made a comment about heading to bed that I knew was also a way of telling me to prepare to go to bed without him saying such. We wrapped up our conversations and he doled out chores that needed to be finished to the kids before they turned in for the night. When we reached the bedroom we stripped as we always do and he turned on our white noise. Even though we do these things every night there was something different. You could feel it. He proceeded to use me in every way he saw fit. Not once did he stop to ask if I needed a break. When I collapsed from multiple orgasms my body giving out under his, he paused a moment to allow me to recover, but he didn’t stop. He told me things and asked me things he had never said before. He watched me drift in and out of euphoria and just kept pushing my limits, trusting in me fully that if we needed to stop I would speak up. He used me well past me being satiated and unable to cum even once more. He used me until HE was completely satiated. We collapsed in a heap with him stroking my hair and we both passed out, he awoke a little bit later and moved to turn out the lights and bundle us up together. He went and got a towel to cover the soaked part of the sheets I was sleeping on. I can’t remember if he kissed me good night or called me his good girl at that point or earlier as it all kind of melds together, but we fell back asleep with him holding me, me feeling totally fulfilled in pleasing and serving him, and him feeling totally fulfilled sexually and by seeing that my limits are for him to push.

We woke up this morning in a different place within our relationship. We can both feel it. It’s exciting and new and we don’t know what doors we’ve opened but we’re excited to find out. It seems that after a year perhaps we both now trust in the other to say Spinach. Time will tell.

[amenomiko]

Before You Know it..

Pairing: IkeSen Ieyasu x MC

Rated: M (Smut)

Type: One Shot

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....At first,

It was only to release each other's pent up feelings. It was only a mutual agreement of one night stand and that's that.

She had been rejected. By the loyal right hand man of Oda Nobunaga. Forcing herself to adapt to new surroundings of the past stressed her mentally, and he was the one to make her feel like it's home, even though the way they begin their greetings was bad. He treated her, spoiled her, until she fell in love so deep than the love he has for her.

Before she could bring herself to confess, he smiled wryly, saying that she was only like a little sister to him. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Ieyasu had found her by the lake, not to far from Azuchi, where he coincidentally just got back from plucking some herbs within the mountain areas. At first, he refuses to pry, but since she is the so called "Lucky Charm" to Nobunaga, he had to get himself involved, like it or not. He can see her tears brimming endlessly but before he could approach her, she rose from where she sat and loses her balance.

The herbs from his arms fell in instant as he run after her, holding her tight in his arms. He asked angrily if there is no better place to kill herself, yet, she responded by crying into his chest. He was taken aback indeed. Sighing, not only he HAVE to get himself to approach her and now she is crying..? Oh for the love of-

Suddenly she made a request.

It froze him right away.

"Please make me forget..! I beg of you..!"

His face twisted the moment he blend it all in his tired brain. She even BEG him, to woo her, to make her FORGET about the REJECTION. "Don't mess with me..! Aren't you being ridiculous and selfi- mmmf..!!" She had pushed him first, kissing him deeply, and they fell onto the grass because this new situation right here is too much until his knees gives in. He tried to push her, not to hurt her at the same time even though his heart is fuming with anger. But somehow her tears stopped him, even his hands that were tugging on the back of her kimono gets weaken. Especially when her tongue dances with his; energy slowly leave him when she moaned into the kiss.

Their lips break apart, and his heart give a slight "Thump!" as his eyes glances at their single slick of mixed saliva the moment she pulled away. "Mmm-.." MC whimpered to his bulging that brush against her entrance, where Ieyasu himself couldn't fathom how he can be aroused just from a kiss. He sigh, and he turn her body to be at his bottom. He leans and pauses very close to her flushed lips, mumbling, "Don't regret after this. I will be the one who will take your virginity, you got that..?"

She didn't say anything, only sliding her hands into his upper haori to pull him into another kiss. "Please.." She cried again. "...Tch." He takes her leg to rest it over his shoulder, grunting, "....Just this once."

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From one it becomes twice. From twice to thrice, and from thrice to..

He had lose count. After that first day they shared an intimate moments together, they act as if nothing had happened. MC only said "Thank you" and "I'm sorry" to him, in which he didn't reply. But then, before he knows it, she had come again for the second time, and the third. No conversations, and only a 'look' they've given to each other to proceed with their usual rendesvous session. A glance, too, is more than enough. Or just a simple brush to his hand, he gets the message.

Still, there are time when they didn't do it, they only exchange a few secret, deep kisses, until MC feels weak in her knees. Ieyasu would always catch her, and they will continue their kiss again. And again. And again. They even did it before attending war council, earning a tease from Masamune of why both of their lips looks as if it is swollen.

There's also one time of where Ieyasu wonder why it never stop. Realization hits him. But all he knows is that, he will hate it whenever Hideyoshi pats her head lovingly, and she smiled sadly in return. He didn't know why he was angry; there's a slight heavy feeling in his chest. "..MC." He find his throat growling when he utter her name. "Come with me. You need an ointment to your swollen legs."

Before MC and the "Brotherly" Hideyoshi could ask, he already pulled her away from Hideyoshi, and despite MC winced and say that her wrist is painful, he keep on pulling her to push her into his room, leaving the door slightly open on purpose and grip on her wrist when she tried to escape, and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm..!" She gasped for air, only to be kissed again. "Ieyasu..! Why- mmm..!" He undressed her harshly, licking and biting on her neck and shoulder as he do so. "Nnnh..! Ieyasu-..! A-Aaahh..!!" She writhe desperately to get away from him as he suddenly spread her legs apart to lick her warmth. Deeper and deeper, licking into her wet entrance and she only could tug on his hair roughly from the pleasure. "Mmmh..! Ieyasu..! Not there..! Ah..! I'm cumming-..!!"

Ieyasu licked and swallow all her cum, holding her legs into place when she quiver from ecstacy. He keep on licking her again, and again, sucking on the side of her thigh, biting on it while rubbing his dick on her clit. MC licked her lips, she can feel her clit throbbing with need to his dick. "Ieyasu..! P-please..! I-..! I want you inside me..!" She blushed when he look at her, smiling into her bitten thigh. She moaned again when he tease her entrance with his dick head.

"It seems this is a habit of ours, hm?"

Her eyes widened to his words, but she lowered her eyes to meet his. "...Do you hate doing it..?" She tightened her hold on the tatami beneath her. "I know it was selfish of me but.. When I realized it I.. I think I.." Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. "I never regret it at all. To do it with you. Instead I.. I feel so safe when I'm with you, Ieyasu."

He didn't respond. He only stare at her.

"D-do you-...no, you can hate me." She cupped her face. "You can hate me because I'm the one who started it all, I'm-""Be quiet."

"Eh- a-AHHHHHH!!!"

He entered her fully. Without giving her time to adjust, he move to thrust in and out of her. "Then don't hate me for doing this to you. Before I know it, it has become an addiction for me to pleasure myself roughly on you like this." She shakes her head. "It's alright.. You can use my body as much as you want.. I deserve thi-""Who said it's about using your body? Just calm down already."

"Hya..!"

He pulled her up into a sitting position as he thrusts more and more into her. "I-Ieyasu..? Mmmh-..!" He kissed her again, twirling his tongue with hers, and she melted into it. He pulled away, continuing, "You didn't even give me time to reply, and you come into conclusion on your own." Her hold around him getting tighter as his movements getting frantic. "Nnnnn!! Ieyasu..! I'm coming.. Ah- Mmmmnnnnhhh!!!" He buried himself deep into her, riding throughout the release. "Nnnnh..! So warm..!" Fluid after fluid pumped into her, she just loved the way Ieyasu cumming inside her everytime they have sex.

She rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes into full bliss when Ieyasu kissed her neck. "Ieyasu..?""What is it?"

"Is it alright for me to hear what you wanted to say..?"

"....There's nothing much I could say. Isn't it enough when we have shared our secret?"

Kisses after kisses. Then sex. And every sex is always full of bliss and never a rough and desperate ones. No matter how they didn't talk, Ieyasu would always prepare her medicine to ease the soreness within her.

"But still.. I just wanted to say that I.."

"I love you too. Happy?"

She giggled. For the very first time she giggled happily like that. She stopped as Ieyasu pushed her gently to rest his forehead on hers, kissing her softly on the lips. They slowly lay down onto the futon as Ieyasu move again inside her for slow sex. Sharing a kiss with each other desperately as they go for another round of sex, more and more to indulge with one another.

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Hideyoshi has been listening to the whole moments they share their love with each other. He is concerned with MC's condition, and so he followed them right after Ieyasu and MC left the hall.

He can feel his own bulge rising whenever MC moaned in Ieyasu's touch, disappointed with himself for having those kind of feelings towards her; late in realizing so. He had secretly pump himself and cum when MC screamed from pleasure and to add more into that disappointment..

MC had grinned towards him, smiling as their eyes come into contact with each other. She purposely moan more when Ieyasu came inside of her, licking her lips to get Hideyoshi's attention. He was flabbergasted to the look she gave him, and now he cursed when he give himself another self pleasure, imagining that moan and look from her in his mind.

He panted, his hand slowing down when his cum coated all over his hand. Resting his forehead onto the table in front of him, he cursed again,

"Damn it..."

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That's what you get for being too "brotherly" hewhew 👀.

No worries, MC is not bad. She's just want to give lesson of lifetime to him. BAHAHAHAHA 💕

[afurrybutthememekind]

Lucas ‘Luke’ Greene

So if Alix is a prick I don’t even want to know what you’d classify Luke as. A douche with anger issues that really wants needs Adam to knock some sense into him perhaps. He’s got the big gay for Adam anyway, no feelings beyond ‘I hope they scowl like that in bed too’ yet but maybe one day.

I vibe the most with Luke and Vox which is concerning because they are the biggest bastards and I am nothing like them at all. I’m more of a socially awkward Cap than anything. 

Lots of yelling. Like too much yelling at Adam like it was his personal decision to lie to the human race. I’d say I can’t wait for Adam to just kick Luke’s ass but Luke would be so into it that Adam would probably die. Luke’s not a masochist per say but he does have a very...strong appreciation for...strong and capable men. Especially if they can kick his ass. 

Lucas-mean, sarcastic, stubborn, standoffish

First meeting:

I groan in frustration and hit my fist against the coffee maker, cracking the plastic. 

“There are other ways to deal with your problems, Lucas.” 

I go completely tense, shrugging off Rebecca’s hand from my shoulder. “What do you want?” 

A pained expression flashes through her eyes before she sighs and nods to herself. “I’m here to talk about your case. It’s bigger than you think.” 

I grunt, storming towards my office. I almost don’t think she’s following me until I hear her gently close the door. 

“The man you’re looking for has killed before. In many places.”

“You’re sure it’s the same guy?” I cross my arms and frown at her. 

“We’ve been tracking him for a while now.” She nods. “I believe he’ll be staying in Wayhaven for some time. Now is our last chance.” 

I scoff and turn my head to look away from her, instead studying the pictures of the victim I have taped to my wall. “So you’re here to take my case from me.” 

“Of course not.” She reaches for my arm but stops short, letting her hand fall to her side. “I have full faith in your abilities. Otherwise the agency would have had me take over the case.” 

I nod, grinding my teeth as she talks. 

“Instead I’m here to offer you something that will make your job easier. Something the mayor is very keen for you to utilize.” 

My jaw tightens further and I’m almost sure I can feel a tooth break. “Great, because I was so concerned with what the mayor wants.” 

“Lucas, please.” Rebecca sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Can you just not be difficult? If you don’t accept my help I will be forced to take over the case.” 

I scoff and shake my head. “So you’re resorting to threats now, Rebecca?” I clench my fists and study the tattoos covering every inch of my arms. “Fine. What are you offering?”

“My team.” 

“Be more specific. I’m not in the mood for games.” 

“The team of agents I command.” 

I frown at her, eyebrows pulling together. 

“I know you aren’t really a team player, Lucas.” Rebecca leans out the door to call for someone. “But can you at least try?” 

“No promises.” I cross my arms back over my chest and straighten my back. I adopt a defensive posture, looking more like I’m in the boxing ring than meeting my new teammates. 

Four men march into the room and I fight to keep the sneer off my face. Fucking feds. 

“Detective Lucas Greene, this is Unit Bravo.” 

No one says anything for a moment so I roll my eyes and step forward, pointedly not offering my hand. “Okay. Things one through four, this is my case and my precinct. So we follow my rules. Understood?” I use the tone Tina ‘lovingly’ refers to as my Drill Sergeant Voice. 

Three of them tense and look towards Rebecca but one, the tallest steps forward. “We understand, Detective. My name is Agent Nathaniel Sewell, though I prefer Nate.” He offers his hand and I stare at it, unable to hold back my sneer. 

I don’t bother schooling my features, just taking his hand and shaking firmly. “It’s not a pleasure. The only reason you’re here is because someone threatened me.” I narrow my eyes at Rebecca. “I’d be perfectly fine without your meddling.” 

“It’s not meddling, Lucas.” Rebecca sounds exhausted and a smile pulls at my lips. 

“I’m sure you would be, but we are happy to help.” Nate continues to smile genuinely at me as he steps back into the group. 

“Felix.” The shortest of the group steps forward and grabs my hand before I can cross my arms again. “Felix Hauville.” He brings my hand towards his mouth and I rip it away so fast he stumbles. 

“You’re pretty, but not that pretty.” I shake my head and cross my arms as tightly as possible.

Felix cocks his head and grins, “You’ll change your mind.” 

“Probably not.” I turn to the third. He’s slightly shorter than me and has a glare that could put mine to shame. “And you are?” 

“Finding this all unnecessary.” 

I bark out a sharp laugh. “Then leave, I genuinely could not give less of a fuck if I was lobotomized.” 

“Lucas,” my mother warns and levels me with a glare. “This is Specialist Agent Mason.” 

“Great, I get the feeling you aren’t going to talk to me. You’re my favorite so far.” I turn away before he can respond, coming face to face with a stern-looking blond. A smirk pulls at the corners of my mouth and I offer my hand, purring out, “If you wanted to kiss my hand that’s totally fine.” 

He arches a brow at me and stares down at my hand. 

“This is Commanding Agent Adam du Mortain,” Rebecca says, no small amount of pride in her voice. 

“Absolutely charmed.” My smirk widens when he takes my hand in a firm, almost painful, grip. 

“I look forward to working with you.” 

My eyes widen and lock onto his. “What the fuck?” 

“Everything all right?” Rebecca looks more to Adam than me. 

I cough and step back, dropping my gaze to the floor. “Everything’s fine. You can go, unless you don’t trust them to babysit me.” 

“That’s not what this is about, Lucas,” Rebecca insists. She steps towards me and I take another step away from her. She frowns for a moment before nodding. “I’ll leave you all to work on the case.” She gives me a smile before pointedly glaring at her team and leaving.

Reveal:

“You’re vampires?” I blink in confusion at the floor for a moment before baring my teeth at everyone. “You fucking lied to me!” 

Rebecca steps forward, raising her hands to try and placate me. “Lucas-” 

“No.” I square my shoulders and narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve been lying to me this whole fucking time. People have died!” My fist flies out before I can stop it, connecting with the hard wall.

“Lucas, calm down,” Rebecca orders. Her voice is firm and gives me slight pause before the anger boils over again. 

“No I will not calm down!” I snarl and spin around to glare at them all. “You and your fucking secrets have killed people!”

“We’ve saved more-” 

“Did you save Garret?” I snap and take a step towards Adam. “People died because you on your fucking high horses decided you’re all the special ones. Only you get to know the truth. Only you get to know how dangerous the world really is.” 

“Humans don’t have a history of reacting well.” Adam meets me glare. 

“How are we supposed to learn to be okay with it if we don’t know?” I take another step so we are almost chest to chest. “You would all rather be the oh so special ones. Oh thank God we have you protecting us.”

“Lucas that’s enough.” Rebecca snaps and grabs my arm, pulling me away from the other man. 

“This is my point exactly. You-”

“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck that you’re vampires. I wouldn’t care if you were a fucking rock that gained sentience and started talking. News flash, none of you mean anything to me.” I’m almost sure I see Adam flinch at the words but when I face him fully he’s just glaring. “You know what? People fucking suck, Adam. I hate almost every person I have ever met in my life. People can’t always handle things that are different, that’s for sure. I’m a gay man, Adam. I know people can’t handle things that differ from their norm.” I go to step towards him again but Rebecca’s hand around my wrist stops me from getting too close. “But don’t you dare say that humans are the only one with prejudices. You are standing here comparing all humans. Look me in the eyes and tell me there are zero vampires, werewolves, fucking faeries who don’t hate humans solely for the fact that they are human. Should I hate you because Dracula was a dick? Get over yourself.” 

“Lucas, that is enough.” Rebecca firmly pulls me by my wrist. She drags me out into the hall and away from Unit Bravo before anyone can start shouting again.

[grapesodatozier]

Drive Me Wild

eddie gives richie road head. that’s it that’s the fic.

disclaimer: this is fiction. road head is dangerous and you should probably not do it lol no dick is worth risking your life!! wear your seat belt!!

words: 1,758

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Now that they were adults, the losers had come to face the unfortunate reality of living where there’s work. This meant that Stan and Mike’s house was a forty-five minute drive from Richie and Eddie’s apartment. Eddie was bored not even five minutes into the car ride back from a Saturday evening at the Hanlon-Uris household – bored and horny. Richie had dressed up just slightly for the occasion, and it was the exact level of formal that never failed to get Eddie’s mouth watering. Richie was currently wearing form-fitting dark wash jeans with a dark gray shirt with the top few buttons undone. His sports coat had been banished to the back seat as soon as they got in the car.

Eddie looked around at the deserted highway and decided it would be okay if he unbuckled his seatbelt. “What are you doing?” Richie asked when he heard the click. Eddie didn’t answer; he just slid across the bench seat so that he was cuddled up against Richie’s side. “Baby, put your seatbelt on,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

“Don’t wanna,” Eddie said, his voice bordering on whining as he buried his face in Richie’s neck. “Wanna be close to you.” He clarified what he meant with a hand on Richie’s thigh.

“We’ll be home soon, sweetheart,” Richie chuckled.

“Can’t wait that long,” Eddie insisted before pressing kisses against the soft skin of Richie’s neck. He sighed at the warmth, melting into it and pressing his body against Richie’s lewdly.

“Eds,” Richie groaned as Eddie began massaging Richie’s upper thigh, moving his hand gradually higher and higher. “Just give it forty minutes, cupcake-”

“Now,” Eddie whined with a nip to Richie’s throat. He pulled back then to pout at his husband. “Please, been wanting it all night,” he begged. He draped one leg over one of Richie’s and rutted against his thigh so Riche could feel how hard Eddie already was. He saw Richie’s pupils were dilated and suppressed a smirk when he saw Richie lick his lips, his eyes flickering between Eddie and the road. “I wanna taste you so bad.” He licked a stripe up Richie’s neck and grasped his hard cock through his jeans. Richie gasped. “Will you please let me taste you, daddy?”

“Yes,” Richie caved, bucking his hips up into Eddie’s hand. “Fuck, yes, baby, you can taste me. Fuck.” Eddie smirked victoriously before undoing Richie’s pants; Richie could never resist Eddie calling him daddy. He resettled himself so that his mouth was level with Richie’s cock as he pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock out. He moaned openly at the sight, gripping it at the base as he nuzzled his face into Richie’s lower stomach and the coarse hair there. He loved how strong Richie’s scent was there, how heady and intoxicating it was.

“You smell so good, daddy,” Eddie said sweetly before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. Richie groaned, his hands gripping the steering wheel as Eddie kitten licked teasingly around the head. He hummed contentedly. “Taste even better.” And with that he was taking Richie’s cock in his mouth, working his way down slowly, savoring it, and pumping his hand lazily over what he didn’t cover with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and hollowed his cheeks, making Richie moan.

“Shit, Eds,” he said, his breathing uneven. “So good at that, baby.” Eddie preened under the praise, taking Richie even further down his throat. He loved the challenged of keeping his head there, loved the noises Richie made when he gagged around his cock. He bobbed his head up and down then, using his hands to gently massage Richie’s balls. “Fuck,” Richie gasped, jerking the wheel a bit. Eddie popped off completely at that, sitting up.

“Should I stop?” he asked in a faux concerned voice, making sure Richie was watching him as he wiped his mouth.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Richie whined, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. “You’re doing so good, sucking daddy’s cock so well.”

“I don’t know, daddy,” Eddie said, tracing Richie’s exposed hipbone with his thumb, “it seems kind of dangerous.” He moved his hand back down to Richie’s thigh to let him know he wasn’t serious about wanting to stop. Something flashed in Richie’s eyes then, though he kept them on the road, and Eddie gasped in delight when Richie grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back down to his lap.

“You stop when I fucking say you can stop, got it?” he growled. Eddie nodded eagerly, his own cock hard and leaking in his pants. “You’re the needy, impatient little slut who asked for this. Now get your mouth back on my fucking cock.” Eddie happily obeyed, taking Richie back into his mouth. Richie used the hand in his hair to force Eddie’s head down, surprising him. Eddie choked and gagged, tears welling in his eyes. His cock throbbed desperately as Richie pulled his head up and down, using him like a toy. “That’s it baby, see what a good boy gets? Fucking love getting your throat fucked, don’t you?” Eddie nodded as best he could, massaging Richie’s balls again for emphasis. “I’ll watch the road, baby. You just worry about getting daddy off, okay, princess?” Eddie moaned in confirmation, hollowing his cheeks again. “Daddy’s gonna keep you nice and safe while you suck his cock, baby.” Those words made him pliant as Richie continued to fuck his face; even though Eddie was unquestionably the stronger of the two and therefore ended up being the protector far more often than the protected, when Eddie was in a submissive state of mind he loved when Richie coddled him and got all protective. Eddie took Richie all the way down his throat so that he could nuzzle his nose lovingly against Richie’s lower stomach. “Fuck, baby,” Richie moaned. “God, yes, you take it so good.” He let Eddie catch his breath for a minute, a well needed break, as Eddie couldn’t take all of Richie’s cock down his throat too often without actually hurting himself.

“Love you so much,” Eddie grinned up at his husband, his voice wrecked and words slurred from how turned on he was. He wrapped his arms around Richie’s hips and rested his head against his stomach for a moment to say, “Wanna make you feel so good, daddy.”

“You do, baby,” Richie said as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “You’re such a good little boy for me, always make me feel so good.”

“Can I keep going, daddy?” Eddie asked. “Want your come so bad.” Richie let out a low curse at that, gripping Eddie’s shoulder tightly.

“Fuck, yes, keep going, princess.” Eddie smiled and lowered himself back onto Richie’s cock, jerking the base and twisting his wrist as he bobbed his head eagerly, moaning and whimpering as he sucked his cock. He kept at it so long that his jaw began to ache, but he loved the sensation, loved how he knew Richie was falling apart from his mouth. He moaned in surprised pleasure when Richie suddenly pushed his head down and thrust his hips harshly up into Eddie’s face, shoving his cock down his throat. “God, fuck, getting close baby,” he warned. “Less than ten minutes ‘til we get home. Think you can make me come before we pull into the driveway?”

Eddie pulled off to smile at him sweetly, still stroking his cock, before teasing the head with his tongue. He gripped Richie’s cock just the way he knew he liked, making him moan. He then sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth, focusing just on the head, bobbing up and down so that his lips continuously glided over the sensitive ridge. Richie practically whimpered, his fingers tight in Eddie’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, removing his fingers to grip the steering wheel with both hands. “You ready for daddy’s come, angel?”

“Give it to me,” Eddie pulled off to say before returning his eager mouth to Richie’s swollen cock. Richie chuckled.

“Where’d your manners go, sweetheart?” All the laughter was punched out of his voice as Eddie hollowed his cheeks suddenly, pulling his cock into his mouth hard, the way Richie liked. “Fuck, fuck, coming, baby,” he moaned, the sound sending pleasant, desperate pulses through Eddie’s own cock. “Don’t swallow yet, baby, wanna see it on your tongue first, okay?” Eddie nodded, continuing his combination of stroking and sucking until Richie’s come shot into his mouth, the car filled with Richie’s moans. He kept it in his mouth, savoring the taste on his tongue as he sat up. He opened his mouth, and Richie gripped his jaw as he looked at him with hooded, glassy eyes. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he grinned. Then, forcing Eddie’s jaw upward, he ordered, “Now swallow like a good boy.” Eddie did as he was told, sticking his tongue out again to show Richie he’d swallowed it all. “Such a good boy for me,” he praised, pulling Eddie in for a kiss. Eddie made sure Richie was keeping his eyes on the road before melting into it. He quickly pulled away, leaning contentedly into Richie’s chest.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew Richie was carrying him inside. “Hey,” Richie said when Eddie nuzzled into his chest, his voice subdued and overflowing with love.

“Hi,” he replied softly, letting his eyes fall shut again as Richie carried him into the bedroom and set him down on the bed. He got Eddie out of all of his clothes, pressing kisses to his newly exposed skin as he did so. Once his own clothes were off he kissed Eddie’s neck and ran his hand over Eddie’s thigh, but Eddie just grumbled and pulled the covers over himself.

“You don’t want me to repay the favor?” Richie asked, clearly amused by how suddenly tuckered out his husband was.

“In the morning,” Eddie mumbled. He made grabby hands at Richie and pulled him down next to him. Richie chuckled as he went, getting under the covers himself and pulling Eddie in close.

“Is my little daredevil tired?” Richie cooed as Eddie nuzzled into his chest.

“Fuck off, you loved that,” Eddie grinned.

“Fuck, I sure did.” They both giggled at that, and Eddie took one last moment to admire his husband as he turned out the light. He happily snuggled into him once he settled back down and fell asleep almost instantly.  

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vacation // ethan dolan

a/n: i started this like almost 6 months ago maybe longer and just never finished so i’m gunna finish it now bc i love ethan dolan too okay

summary: spring break takes a turn for the worst when you meet ethan dolan and fall in love because i mean who wouldn’t?

(yes he’s famous in this do not be confused bbys)

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The sun shone high above as your body laid on the almost too hot sand as your body created new grooves in the sand to accustom to your body shape. Sunscreen had been drenched on your already tan body – thankfully tanning beds are in existence so your normally pale skin would not succumb to the UV rays – in the hope of not turning into a lobster. Your eyes were shut in a calm, relaxing manner as you tilted your head back to feel the warmth of the sun. A drenched family memeber ran towards you and splashed you with cool water droplets, causing you to squeal and open you eyes abruptly.

“Jake,” you groaned at your younger cousin with a smirk on his lips.

“Get in the water, pussy,” he grinned.

You scoffed, “Um, we just got to the beach and i’m enjoying the sun and you’re 15, shut the fuck up.”

“And you’re 18 and won’t get in the water, so, PUSSY!” he yelled the last word loudly, evoking a response from your aunt.

“Jake! Come here right now!” she screamed in anger causing you to smirk at his somewhat fearful state as he walked slowly over to his mom.

“Have fun,” you smirked and he flicked you off, making his mom scream at him again. You laughed and shook your head.

“Y/N,” your mom frowned down at you.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Why are you just sitting here?” she asked.

“Mom, we just got down here,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Why don’t you go in the water or for a walk?” she asked. “This island is beautiful, go enjoy it!”

Sighing, you pushed yourself up and wiped the sand off your body. You forced a smile towards your mom, not wanting to make it seem like you were ungrateful for the trip. This island was beyond beautiful, but you had only been at the beach for less than five minutes and on the island for 3 hours, but if it would make your mom happy, you would go down to the water.

Once you were in the water, you gulped. While it was crystal clear, that made you slightly more nervous with being able to see what all is in there. Slowly, you eased your body into the inviting water until you were waist deep. Your eyes looked around at the water in front of you, watching the slight waves ripple through the water. Suddenly, you felt your body jerk under the water and screamed at the top of your lungs in fear. Whipping around, you were met with your hysterical cousin standing in the water.

“You fucking jerk!” you exclaimed, eyes wide and breathing heavily as your head lowered in embarrassment. A voice joined the conversation while your cousin continued to scream with laughter.

“Hey, are you okay?” a new voice spoke, with genuine concern. Your gaze jolted upward to see the most beautiful boy to every girl with an Instagram or any form of social media standing about five feet away from you: Ethan Dolan. Himself, in the flesh, breathing, but more importantly, shirtless and in front of you. Unaware of your body’s response, your mouth parted as your gawked at the sex god right in front of you. Your cousin only laughed harder at your starstruck state. 

“Words, y/n,” Jake got out between breaths as your features flushed harder. 

“I-I’m okay,” you stuttered out, eyes not leaving Ethan’s.

“She’s fine, I just scared the fuck out of her,” Jake laughed with a smug grin.m

“I’m Ethan,” he introduced.

“Yea, I know,” you smiled embarrassed. “You’re kinda famous.”

“Oh do you?” he let a beautiful grin overtake his mouth before running his tongue across his teeth.

“Wait,” Jake interrupted before turning to you with a smirk, “The Dolan guy you’re like in love with.” At the panicked look on your face, Jake cackled.

“I’m not in love with him!” you moaned, throwing your head back in annoyance and embarrassment.

“I mean, I’d be okay with that,” Ethan smiled widely, biting his lip in sync.

“Um, I’m uncomfortable,” Jake grimaced before shifting his weight in the water and then headed towards the beach.

“Well, he is something,” Ethan laughed.

“That’s my younger cousin. He kind of doesn’t leave me alone or let up,” you awkwardly said.

“He seems like a dick,” he chuckled, smiling at you.

“Yea, he kinda is,” you laughed.

“So,” Ethan began, looking over at you, a smirk playing at the ends of his lip, “are you really in love with me?” he teased, looking you up and down. Heat went through your whole body as you felt flushed, and nervous. 

“That’s kind of dramatic,” you replied, rolling your eyes, trying to play off your panic.

“How long are you here?’ he asked, no joking tone evident. 

“Um, a little over a week, why?” you answered, looking up at the bronzed beauty in front of you.

“I’m here for about a week still,” Ethan began, looking around the beach before his eyes landed on you. “So, you know, if you’re not too busy with family time, I’ll be here,” he offered, a playful smile on his face. “And I mean, how often are you asked on a date on a beautiful island vacation,” he finished, looking at you with a smile.

“You act like I needed more convincing than just you,” you said, feeling hot all over again at the fact you said it out loud. 

“I mean, you’re pretty beautiful yourself, so I don’t know if you have a boyfriend or anything, so I had to give that extra incentive,” he shrugged off, bringing the hot sensation all over your body again.

“So, even if I had a boyfriend, you take me out on a date?” you asked, although you didn’t have one, more so just to tease him.

“I mean, it’s not often I see a gorgeous girl like you, on this beautiful island,” he explained.

“So if we weren’t on the island, then you wouldn’t wanna go out?” you continued. “And I’m sure you see plenty of gorgeous girls,” you corrected.

“Okay, look, I think you’re beyond beautiful, and I wanna take you out, just let me take you out, please,” Ethan groaned out at your attempts to further the banter.

“I might be able to make time,” you replied, biting back a smile, trying to tease him further.

“Well, I’m going to take that as a yes for my sake, because I may not leave you alone until I get a yes,” he admitted, laughing slightly.

“Oh, well in that case it’s a no,” you said, smiling at him.

“Then I’m about to be with you all day,” Ethan said, shaking his head. 

“Today’s my only free day anyway,” you teased, turning to look at the water.

“So, I’ll have to make today so fucking amazing, that you’ll have to make more time for me,” Ethan said, catching your attention. “Here,” he said, digging around in his pockets, finally taking his hand out and handing you his phone. “Um, put your number in here, and then we can figure something out,” Ethan said and you took his phone and punched in your number. Once you handed his phone back, you walked back towards where your family sat, as they all were staring at you. Instantly, you felt your face heat up. 

“Wait!” Ethan called out. You looked back over your shoulder to see him standing there, confused.

“Text me and maybe I’ll be able to stay longer,” you grinned, keeping your confident persona. Quickly, you walked back towards your family, all of them with eyes on you.

“Who was that?” you mom asked, eyebrows raised.

“Just Ethan freaking Dolan,” you answered, practically squealing.

“Who?” she asked, not knowing who you were talking about. “I mean, he’s cute, definitely, but who is he?”

“Ethan Dolan, he’s pretty famous from youtube and for being sexy,” you said, causing your mom to cringe.

“Honey, I know we’re close but not that close to call boys sexy,” your mom replied, lovingly and with some slight distaste. Just as you went to respond, your phone buzzed, signifying you had a text message. Looking down, you saw a text from an unknown number.

Maybe: Ethan: hey beautiful. its ethan

Smiling, your eyes caught sight of Ethan standing where you had left him and he smiled at you while waving. Shaking your head, you looked back down at the phone to see another message:

Maybe: Ethan: i texted you.. now will you come back over here so we can plan our date ;)

At that message, you couldn’t help but giggle. He was not only beyond hot, but was cute and cheesy too. 

you: you miss me already? hehe

You bit your lip as you saw the bubble pop up, signifying he was typing. Quickly, you put Ethan’s name in as a contact. Once you returned back to the message screen, you saw his message:

ethan: definitely, but can’t complain since my view of you right now it pretty nice ;) 

Your head whipped around to reveal Ethan standing a couple meters closer, smirking at your frazzled state.

“What’s going on?” your mom asked, noticing you and Ethan’s banter with no words.

“She’s texting the love of her life,” Jake snarled, laughing at your embarrassed state.

“Why don’t you invite him over here?” your  aunt chimed in, looking at the beautiful boy down by the water. Before you could shoot down the idea, both your mom and aunt were waving over Ethan, leaving Jake in hysterics, just thinking about what was to come. Sighing, you turned to see Ethan only a couple feet away from you.

“Hi,” he smiled, “I’m Ethan,” he introduced, instantly having both your mom and aunt in awe. He stuck his hand out to shake your mom’s hand and then your aunt’s.

“y/n tells us you’re some famous youtuber,” your mom practically asked. Ethan grinned, laughing at your mom’s statement. 

“Yes, I am, kinda,” he said, debating the right answer.

“So, why would you be interested in y/n when you probably have hot famous girls trying to get with you?” Jake asked in disgust. 

“Jake, stop it!” your aunt yelled. “y/n is beautiful!” you aunt added, looking towards you. Shaking your head, you looked down towards the ground.

“Yea, sure I have a lot of girls who throw themselves at me, but you’re cousin is the only one who treated me like a normal person. And let’s be real, your cousin is absolutely gorgeous,” Ethan grinned.

“Well aren’t you a charmer!” your mom gushed, causing your embarrassment to sky rocket. 

“I mean, if I’m not I may not have a chance with your daughter,” he admitted, looking over at you.

“Aw! He is the cutest thing!” your aunt exclaimed, making his bronzed skin blush a little.

“Alright, well,” you began, with no point. “Um, Ethan asked if I could go out with him,” you mumbled.

“Go get ready then!” your mom grinned, handing you the room key.

“Where are you going?” your mom asked.

“It’s a secret,” Ethan said, then looked you, “But not from you two at least.”

“Seriously?” you groaned, looking towards Ethan.

“Seriously,” he said.

“Go get ready! I want to know what the plan is!” your mom almost squealed, making you roll your eyes and walk back towards the resort. As you were walking, you got another text from Ethan.

ethan: still loving this view ;) 

ethan: oh, and wear something a little nicer!

You felt your cheeks warm with a blush, looking back towards where Ethan and your family were, to see him already with his eyes trained on you and a smirk on his face.

a/n: i’m probably going to make a part two???????? if you guys want me to????? idk you should lemme know if y’all want a part two!

[chainsawbettyloo]

Sidlink, #84 👀

#84. Sex toys / Plugs (send me a # and a ship and i’ll write a drabble!) 

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Hands hooked underneath his knees, holding his legs apart to give Sidon room, Link forced himself to breathe evenly. Excitement thundered through his veins, pounding in his head like a drum. His heart was slamming against his ribs, sending reverberations throughout his entire body. Twitching, shivering and shuddering, anticipation so strong that it was nearly killing him, he struggled to remain still as Sidon’s hands very gently spread him open. Warm breath puffed against his hole, sending a jolt up his spine. 

“You okay?” Sidon asked, lovingly kissing his trembling thigh. 

Link nodded then remembered that Sidon probably couldn’t see him. Hungrily licking his lips, he raspily responded, “I’m okay.” 

“Can I keep going?” 

“Yeah, please.” 

“I’m going to put them in, okay?” One of Sidon’s hand moved away, obviously reaching down for just what Link was anticipating, “Tell me the instant it gets to be too much.” 

“I will.” Link promised, not even trying to hide the eagerness in his voice. Pulling his legs even further apart, he gasped softly with he felt the cool, rounded curve of the first bead pressing against him. Biting his lower lip, moaning low in his chest, the pace of his breath increased significantly when the first bead, small but still significant, slipped inside, pushing against the tight ring of muscles. 

“You okay?” 

Link moaned in appreciation, hoping to convey without having to say anything that he was absolutely okay. Thankfully, Sidon seemed to easily catch on. Slowly, he began to push bead after bead, each one increasing in size, inside of Link. Precum dribbled out of his rock hard cock, creating a puddle on his stomach. Panting, struggling to hold onto his trembling legs, a little startled by how good it felt, Link arched his back and moaned, “Fuck!” 

“Link? You alright?” Sidon’s concerned voice floated up from between his legs. 

“It feels good!” He gasped, slowly rolling his hips. 

There was a soft, pleased chuckle then Sidon continued on, pushing in the last two beads. Inside, he was stuffed full. There was so much, every inch of the sensitive walls were being pressed against. Every time he shifted even the slightest, the curves of the beads rubbed, caressed and pushed the tight ring of muscle. Clenching his teeth together, delighted, enraptured, Link panted hard, and watched with a heavy lidded, hazy gaze as Sidon stood. When his handsome, flushed, hungry face came into view, Link shuddered happily. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. 

Bracing his hands on either side of Link’s head, Sidon leaned down to kiss him deeply. Tracing the line of Link’s lips with the tip of his tongue, Sidon whispered, “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too!” Link panted, jolting upwards to capture Sidon’s lips. Hungrily devouring them, he whimpered shamelessly when Sidon pulled back, breaking their kiss. Chuckling, his golden eyes dancing with love, lust and heat, Sidon reached down, wrapped his strong, calloused fingers around Link’s cock, his grin widening when Link cried out, hips bucking. Stroking it gently, he slid back down, leaning over so that he could pop the swollen, weeping head into his mouth. Sucking hard, swirling his talented, hot tongue around the spongy head, he reached around with his free hand to take hold of the string that the beads were attached to. 

Drowning in pleasure, his insides stuffed full, his cock slowly being devoured by an intensely hot mouth, Link nearly came when Sidon gave the string a hard tug, rattling the beads inside of him. Crying out, his head thrown back against the pillow, he tried to say something but the words were stolen away when Sidon began to pull the beads out. Sinking all the way down onto Link’s cock, completely sheathing him in his mouth, Sidon hummed, his throat vibrating against Link’s sensitive dick. At the same time, with one firm tug, the majority of the beads slipped free of his twitching hole. 

It all proved too much for him. With a noise that sounded like a mix between a sob and a gasp, Link spent himself inside of Sidon’s mouth, his hips violently shaking as his orgasm crashed over him. Dizzying heat and pleasure swelled up at the base of his groin before spreading out through him, rushing through his veins in a wave of tingles. Gasping hard, sweat making strands of hair stick to his forehead, Link stared up at the ceiling without really seeing it, slowly coming down from the intense orgasm. 

Sidon let Link’s softening cock slip free from his mouth. With a wide smile of pride and satisfaction on his handsome face, he slipped back up, cupped Link’s sweaty, hot face in his big hands and lovingly kissed the tip of his nose. Tilting his head backwards, Link returned the kiss by pressing on against the underside of Sidon’s jaw. 

“You okay?” Sidon asked softly, gently caressing his sweaty hair. 

“That felt amazing.” Link breathed, releasing his legs, letting the stiff muscles relax.  

“Good.” Sidon laid down beside him, “Take a sec then I can make you feel even better?” 

“Only way you could make me feel better is if your cock is involved.” 

“That’s the plan.” Sidon lightly kissed his cheek, idly stroking his chest. 

“Then yes, just let me catch my breath.” 

“Take your time. We’ve got all night, my pearl.” 

[tngrayson]

Marry Me (Part 2)

A/N: Here is the long awaited and much requested part two of Marry Me. Many, many thanks to @thorne93 for beta reading this for me and for  throwing ideas around with me. I appreciate it so much!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warning: fluff, angst, implied smut

Read Marry Me (Part 1) 

You stormed out of the apartment earlier with no plan as to where you were going. About an hour later, you found yourself at the Castle’s front door. You knocked a few times and Maria came to the door shortly after. She was taken aback by your appearance. This morning you weren’t thinking about the weather, just getting out of the apartment to breathe some fresh air. You were wearing yoga pants and a tank top, no jacket, so you had your arms wrapped around yourself as you shivered on the front porch. It was way too cold to be dressed like that today. Your hair was a mess, no doubt thanks to the wind, and your eyes were red and tired.

“Y/N? What happened?” Maria questioned as she pulled you into a hug. That was all it took. As Maria held you in the doorway, you let yourself break down in her arms. Suddenly the thought crossed your mind that your relationship might be over, which made things even worse.

“Hey,” she whispered, as she smoothed her hand down your back, pulling you into the house and closing the door. She sat you down on the couch, draping a throw over your shoulders to warm you as she sat next to you. “Tell me what’s going on.” Her concern was so genuine. “Is Billy alright?”

You sniffled a little, having calmed down a bit. “Yeah, Billy’s fine. It’s just--” You paused taking a shaky breath as you replayed the mornings events in your head. “I really hurt him, and I think things might be over between us.” You held your head down for a moment before Maria tilted your chin back up.

“Hey, you can talk to me, alright? You know that.”

“He proposed this morning,” you started, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. “I said I wasn’t sure we were ready to get married and that we should take some time to think about it. He suggested that I don’t want to marry him because there might be someone else.” Tears welled in your eyes again. “He had to get ready early for the meeting with Homeland, and I left before he got out of the shower, so we didn’t get to talk about it any more. You should have seen the look on his face. I feel awful.”

“Oh, honey,” Maria said, hugging you. “It’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I hope so,” you said, resting your head on Maria’s shoulder as she threw her arm around you. She was the closest thing you had to a sister, and right now you appreciated her ability to comfort you more than anything.  After a while you spoke again. “It’s not that I don’t love him, or that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with him; I do.”

“Then what’s the hold up? You two are amazing together,” Maria reminded you. “I’ve never seen either of you look so happy.”

“I just don’t know if I’m ready,” you whispered. “Billy’s been trying to settle this contract with Homeland, I’ve practically just gotten started in my career. I don’t want him to have any regrets. What if it’s not the right time? I’m afraid of losing him because we moved too fast.”

“If you spend your whole life waiting for the right time, it’ll never come, Y/N,” she said wisely. “Besides, Billy Russo doesn’t regret a thing when it comes to you.”

You smiled a small smile to yourself. “I guess I should apologize, huh?”  you said, sitting up.

“It might help, but he owes you an apology too from the sounds of it. You two just need to sit down and talk to each other.”

Frank couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he read the papers in the file folder he was holding.

“…contracted to supply tactical training and consultation for the United States Department of Homeland Security for the next ten years,” he marveled. “I’m proud of you, Bill,” Frank finished, clapping his hand over Billy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said absently as he leaned against his desk, admiring the vast scenery of New York City through the huge window.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t seem too excited about this. You’ve been trying to get a deal with these guys for years, and you just scored one better than you hoped for. You’re set for the next decade.”

“I’m an idiot, Frankie.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” Frank joked.

“I was a dick to Y/N this morning,” Billy started, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, start talkin’,” Frank said, dropping the folder on the desk and sitting in one of the chairs in front of it.

“I proposed to her this morning,” he started with a sigh, fiddling with the ring box in his pocket.

“Oh boy,” Frank groaned. “What happened to waiting until her birthday?”

Billy sighed again. “Everything was perfect. Last night, this morning. I was looking into those eyes, and it just felt right.”

“Let me guess. She froze up on you.”

“Pretty much. Said she wasn’t sure we were ready. Then I brought up you and Maria tying the knot three months in.” Billy spoke the next part low as he paced back and forth in the space in front of the window. “Then I might have suggested she wasn’t committed-“

Frank let out an incredulous laugh. “Boy, you really are an idiot.”

Billy just groaned, grabbing his phone as a text message came through.

Frank leaned forward in his chair. “Alright, you gotta fix this-“

Just then, one of the assistants knocked on the door and came in, requesting Frank for something.

Billy started tapping away on his cell. He’d just a gotten a text from you.

“She wants to talk over dinner,” Billy called.

“Take flowers,” Frank said simply as he left the office.

A few hours later, you were putting the final touches on dinner as you tried to keep your dress clean. It had been Billy’s favorite on you-though he’d never admit it. Every time you wore it, you would catch him stealing glances and leaving lingering touches whenever he could. It hugged your curves nicely, and it was just the perfect blend of formal and casual.

Thankfully, he was running late. You had expected him to turn up half an hour ago, but this worked in your favor, giving you time to make sure everything was to your liking. A few moments later, you heard his key turn in the door, followed by him setting his things down on the table by the door.

“Wow,” he said aloud as he took in the scene in front of him. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this when he got home.

The apartment was dim, mostly lit by candlelight that trailed into the dining room. Your “kisspiration” playlist was playing low in the background. The table was set for two, and there was a bottle of his favorite champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

“Hi,” you said, wringing your hands in front of you, still feeling nervous about how you left things this morning.

Billy closed the distance between you, discarding the bouquet of your favorite flowers that he’d brought on the table as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You leaned into him, savoring the feel of him against you. He pulled back a little, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your lips.

“Me too.” You smiled, kissing him again and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What in the world are we going to do with each other?”

“Get engaged?” you questioned hopefully.

You separated to sit down, opting for the couch, rather than at the table. As you got comfy, laying your head on his lap, he discarded his suit jacket and loosened his tie before his hands made their way into your hair to massage your scalp.

“I want to marry you, but more than that,” he paused, running his fingers up and down your bare arm, making your skin tingle. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything. If you need time to be sure, I respect that and I can wait.”

You smiled to yourself. Billy was such a sweetheart under that hard Special Forces and Anvil exterior. “Hey,” you said, turning to look up at him.  “I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you every single morning, and maybe…eventually, I want to have really good looking children with you,” you laughed. “I want that. I want you,” you amended, “more than anything, but I don’t want you to have any regrets about us either.”

“I’m not going to stop loving you, Y/N.”

“How can you know that?”

“I just do,” he shrugged.

“Then..” You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Will you ask me again?” You sat up, straddling his hips.

Billy beamed at you as he fished the engagement ring out of his pocket.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger and drew you closer until your lips met in a fiery kiss. He laid you back on the couch before shedding the rest of his clothes. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him peel off your dress, placing amorous kisses on every inch of skin he could.

A little while later, Billy was resting with his head on your chest, your fingers lovingly drawing random patterns on his back as you both came down.

“Hey, I got that deal with Homeland Security,” he mumbled.

You touched his shoulders and he lifted his head so he could look at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Ten years.”

You kissed his forehead. “I’m so proud of you!”

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More Than Anything Else (M)

summary: You and Jooheon just got married and on the night of your honeymoon you finally give your virginity to your new husband. 

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Pairing: You X Jooheon

word count: 3.2k

Jooheon carried you over the threshold and into your honeymoon suite. The both of you were slightly tipsy and completely high off of the love that you had for one another after just swearing yourselves to each other for the rest of your lives. Jooheon had been smiling ever since you both finally completed the wedding ceremony by uttering the words “I do”, making you husband and wife. However, now Jooheon had a more serious look on his face as he looked down on your smiling face. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and caressed your cheek slowly looking over all of your facial features as if he was memorizing every angle and curve of your face. He finally made it into the kitchen where he placed you on top of the cold marble kitchen counter. You giggled at the seating arrangement as you were now almost eye to eye with your husband. He leaned forward and placed his palms on both sides of the kitchen counter. You smiled at him and leaned forward to steal a kiss. He gladly accepted it but pulled away to look at you.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to do this?” he asked you concerned

You looked up at with surprised eyes. You had assumed that after you told him that you would give him your virginity tonight that he would pounce like a tiger. But instead he was looking at you so lovingly and still considering your feelings despite the fact that it was the night of your wedding. You smiled at him and leaned forward for one more kiss, physically giving him his answer. He pulled away once more but as soon as he opened his mouth to say anything else you butted in.

“Bedroom” was all that you said

He immediately stopped what he was doing and his eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing back down. A lopsided grin creeped onto his face and he lifted you off of the countertop. You yelped at his quick movement startled by his aggression

“Yes ma’am” he said as he walked you to the bedroom

He carried you over to the bed and threw you on top of it. You giggled as your body bounced up and down and steadied yourself as the bed came to a halt. Jooheon roughly removed his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he watched you lay across the bed and look at him anxiously.

Truth be told you were absolutely scared shitless about having sex. But you were positively determined that tonight you would give yourself to your husband. You loved Jooheon with all your heart and you knew that he loved you with all of his. There was no one in the world who you could imagine being with as intimate as this other than him. You slowly started to unzip the dress that you had on, which was conveniently on the side of the dress rather than in the back. You had just taken the zipper down to the bottom of the track when Jooheon climbed over the bed to reach you and kissed you hard and passionately. He kissed you like it was going to save his life, like it was the oxygen that he needed. You ran your fingers through his hair and across his scalp and he grunted. You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed of the shirt that still stubbornly remained clothing him. It hit the ground softly and Jooheon pulled away from you. He looked down at your dress as if he was admiring it one more time before he too pulled it down your body and threw it across the bed, down to the floor.

You felt exposed to Jooheon and grew nervous all of a sudden by your lack of clothes. You put your hands lightly across your stomach trying to hide your worst qualities. He watched you hide yourself from him as he sat above you and it really hurt him. It hurt to know that you didn’t think that you were the goddess that you were. It hurt that you were afraid to show him all of you, from the good to the bad. He took your hands and drug them over your body and rested them above your head. You were reluctant to move your hands but allowed for him to move them away.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me from now on okay?” he asked you with a completely serious tone

You gulped at the intensity in his eyes and voice and shook your head in understanding. Jooheon knew that you had hang-ups about your belly. And it was clear when you would get mad at him for touching it when he would play around and tickle you or poke you. But tonight he was going to love and worship every part of you and make you feel his love.

“This is the body of the woman who I love and married. This is the body that I will love and worship regardless of how bad you believe it looks.” He kissed you on the lips and kissed across your chest. He moved lower down you and kissed your rib cage. “This stomach is the one that I’m going to get fat.” He kissed the other side of your rib cage “and it’s the same one that’s going to carry our children” he kissed you above your belly button “so don’t ever think that your body is anything short of the sexiest thing to me” he moved back up to you and kissed you on the lips softly.

Your heart bloomed and his love for you moved you to tears. He wiped them away and sat back on his knees again. He unbuckled and removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He threw the belt over the bed and kicked his pants off leaving him in only his boxers. You could see his impressive erection and became hungrier than ever to finally make love to him. You unhooked your bra and slowly removed it from your chest and smiled as Jooheon hung on every second, watching you as you exposed more of your flesh to him. When it was completely removed he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes as he palmed himself slowly through his boxers. It was the hottest thing that you had ever seen and it motivated you to reach forward and take him in your own hands. You cupped him and lightly squeezed everything that you could get your hands around. Jooheon hissed and cupped your hand and guided your hand to squeeze and rub him just the right way.

You watched him as he watched your hand move over his still clothed cock and threw his head back as he shut his eyes. It was impressive for you to witness how responsive he was from just your hand. You swallowed back your doubt and took the opportunity to pull his boxers down while he still had his head tossed back. They reached the bend in his knee and you gasped at his angry red erection as it strained against his stomach. Jooheon’ eyes flew open and looked down at you shocked that you had moved so quickly. But what didn’t surprise him was your hesitance to actually reach out and touch him now that he was completely naked. He reached for your hand and you let him take it. He pulled it towards his cock and wrapped your hand firmly around it. You flexed your fingers and observed how big his dick looked in comparison to the width of your hand. Slowly Jooheon began to squeeze your hand around him tighter and force you to pump his dick. You followed his basic instruction and continued to pump him as he removed his own hands away from you and steadied him on the bed.

“Yes baby, just like that” he cooed

His words spurred you on and you wanted to see Jooheon lose some of his cool. You began to pump him harder and faster and watched as his abs and thighs contracted. He let out loud grunts and strangled moans as you pushed him further and further to the edge. Finally he reached his breaking point. He knew he was going to cum if you continued, so he pushed you back by the shoulders, making you fall back on the bed.

He spread your legs and removed your panties from your body slowly, still allowing for you to back out at any moment if you weren’t comfortable. He watched as your panties separated from you but your wetness still clung to it causing a string to stretch out from your panties back to your exposed pussy. You moaned slightly as the cold air hit your bare body and Jooheon cursed.

“Oh my fucking god”

He ripped your panties off and immediately rubbed his hands across your juices, collection all that he could get his hands on. He scooted closer to you and pulled you as close to him as he could get you. He spread your lips and immediately attacked your clit. You squirmed and spasmed under his touches completely new to the overwhelming feeling. Jooheon teased you and fingered you until you were close to the edge and withdrew his fingers from you. He traced tiny circles around your entrance and began to prep you to take his full length. Slowly he inserted his pinky finger into you just to the first knuckle.

“This is going to hurt a bit, but then it will feel good.” He informed you “let me know if it’s too much okay?”

You nodded your head and he pushed his finger to the second and then the third. So far you were taking it like a champ and Jooheon was proud of you. He hooked his finger and began to push it in and out of you slowly so you could get used to the feeling. The feeling stung for a bit but like he told you it began to feel good as the pain subsided. You started to gasp and moan at the feeling, giving Jooheon the okay to put another finger inside you. He withdrew his pinky and inserted his index and middle finger into you which was almost the same width as his plump dick. Like before he moved slowly as he stretched you out. This time the feeling of pain was a little more intense but you refrained from showing any signs of discomfort, scared that he would stop. He put his fingers all the way inside of you and stilled.

Jooheon could feel his dick twitch and become even harder by the second. The feeling of your tight walls around his fingers was so intense he could only imagine how incredibly amazing you would feel wrapped around his cock. He lightly groaned at the thought and used his other hand to lightly pump his dick before he curled his fingers and moved them in and out of you at a slow and steady pace. It took you a little longer for the pleasure to come to you and Jooheon patiently waited for you to stretch out as he pumped his cock trying to release some of his own pain from being way too hard for too long.

Finally you began to slowly grind into his fingers and moan out from the new pleasure. Jooheon grunted as he removed his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting your arousal. You sighed at the sight of him doing something so dirty and intimate and smiled up at him.

That was it- that was all that he could take. When Jooheon saw your smile he lost all control of his body. He pulled your hips up into his lap and aligned himself at your entrance.

“Baby, its gonna hurt first” he said as he slowly pushed into you.

You grabbed onto the sheets and the mattress as filled you up inch by inch. The pain was surreal and your vision went white from how tightly you shut your eyes. Jooheon slowly reached the hilt of your entrance and pushed himself in hurter officially claiming your virginity. He pulled out and felt the extra slick from breaking your hymen. But despite how turned off he would have usually been, not being a big fan of blood, he was incredibly proud and turned on by the sight of your chastity. It made him feel like he was completely yours and you were completely his. He smiled down at his cock and pushed back into you slowly, watching as he completely disappeared inside of you. The sight alone spurred him on making his ability to keep a slow pace incredibly difficult. You squeezed your muscles this time as he hit the back of you making you squirm and yell out and Jooheon went limp on top of you as his arms went out on him. He squeezed his eyes shut a let out a string of cuss words, making you panic.

“What? What’s wrong?” you asked worried

He chuckled darkly and kissed you on the lips.

“Nothing is wrong, you are just so fucking tight…. You’rr just…. Holy fuck” he said as he began to slowly buck into you. “so fucking tight….” He said with his eyes completely shut trying to focus on being a gentleman instead of satisfying his carnal desire. “and all mine” he growled

You moaned out at the sound of his words, and began to feel the pleasure of Jooheon completely in you. He just barely picked up his pace, still moving as slow as a snail, only teasing you. each time that he reached the back of your walls and you felt him pressed up against you completely you moaned. Jooheon continued his ministrations until you let go of the sheets and wrapped your arms around his back.

“Baby please tell me that I can really move now” he begged through gritted teeth

“Yes, Jooheon please” you begged back

Jooheon pulled out all the way and put his tip right at your entrance. You bucked your hips trying to get some sort of relief. He watched you for a moment as you tried to get yourself off on him before he quickly snapped his hip and was seated in you fully. You moaned out loud by the force and quickness of his thrust, only spurring him on further. He pulled out and thrust into you the same way one…two…three more times before he finally put his arms out on either side of your ribs and began to actually snap his hips against you at a fluid quick pace.

“Oh my, FUCK” he yelled as he fucked you

You let out pants and whines as he continued to fuck you harder and harder with each thrust. The gentleman was completely gone and now Jooheon was trying to reach your orgasm as fast as he could. He was ticking down to the last bit of stamina that he would have left before he came long and hard inside of you. The combination of not having sex with you once since you started dating three years ago and your tightness made him feel like a first timer all over again. As you wrapped around him with each thrust a little more of pleasure would build. Your moisture your heat and how tight you were was something that he had always dreamed about but now he was finally doing it.

You felt him pick up his pace and his grunts and moans became more frequent. You knew that he was close to the edge and you were too. You could feel every detail in his cock as he was inside of you. every vein rubbed against your walls giving you the most pleasurable feeling. You started to feel your abdomen tighten and so were your legs. The fire was spreading and absorbing every sense in your body. You could smell the sex in the air and your vision began to turn white. Finally you clamped your eyes shut as the force of your orgasm hit you hard. Your body twitch and seized as Jooheon hit your g-spot with precision. You instinctively tried to pull away from him as the pleasure became too much, but Jooheon grabbed you by the waist keeping you pinned down in place as he fucked your through your orgasm. You grabbed his wrists and squeezed them as Jooheon began to push you into overstimulation.

He snapped his hips hard and harder as he felt his own orgasm quickly approaching. He reached his point of incontrollable shaking as he felt his hot semen shoot through him and push into you. he completely went still as he emptied himself into you, balancing on his arms to keep himself from crushing you.

When he was completely empty and starting to turn flaccid he pulled out and watched as your juices combined with his began to run down your legs and ass. He laughed to himself as the overwhelming exhaustion hit him like a school bus.

He fell down next to you and pulled the covers over both of your bodies. He looked over to you and admired your fucked out face and wild messy hair. Your cheeks were bright red and sweat glistened on your chest. He moved himself as close to you as possible and wrapped his arm around your stomach. You continued to breathe slowly as an attempt to calm yourself down and stop your panting when all of a sudden a thought cross your mind. You opened your eyes wide and turned to look at Jooheon in horror

“Oh my god, you came inside me” you stated

“Uh… yeah, was I not supposed to?” he asked bashfully you just looked at him in disbelief

“What if I get pregnant!” you exclaimed

Jooheon just chuckled at your worries and rested his head on your chest.  You were genuinely nervous about becoming pregnant when you had only gotten married five hours ago.

“It only takes one time without a condom to get pregnant!” you reinstated

“Really?” Jooheon asked you playing dumb “Well then should we do it one more time?” he asked with a smile on his face

“You mean you want me to be pregnant?!” you asked in horror

“What I want is an appropriate excuse to be able to make love to you at any time of the day, regardless of where or when it is.” He said kissing and licking your nipple making you moan “if trying to get pregnant works for you then it works for me” he clarified

You swatted him on the arm and he laughed and looked up to you. He admired your bruised lips and the curve of your cheeks as you still smiled.

“I hope you know that I love you more than anything else in the whole world” he whispered to you

You caught what he said and looked down at him looking up at you. You smiled at brushed some of his bangs out of his face so you could see him clearly.

“And I love you more than anything or anyone else in the whole wide world” you responded back.

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Your Confession

With nothing to do on this lonely night, desperation creeps up on you and you finally decide to crack open the bottle of wine that stands lonely in your cupboard.

You’ve always been able to conceal your feelings for one of your best friends, but for some reason this evening, those feelings feel too strong to handle and you just need to forget, or at least get yourself to a state in which you might care a bit less.

Kim Taehyung is special to you. He’s made of sunshine and always knows how to cheer you up on dull days and he knows how to make you laugh even when you didn’t ask to be amused.

It’s nearly midnight, and you find yourself scrolling through the contacts on your phone, thinking ‘If only it was as simple as that... If only I could just say something to him... at least I’d know’

Your body seems to think ahead of your mind and it presses the call button next to his name. ‘It’s now or never....’

“Hello? Y/n?”

His voice is so sweet and even if you’ve woken him up from an early night or something, it feel worth it as just these two words melt into you like caramel.

“Taehyung, I really need to talk to you...” you mumble, your words only just coming out comprehensibly.

“Uh, sure... What’s the matter?” he questions.

“What the matter is... Is you came into my life...”

“Wow, is that supposed to be an insult or...??...”

“Goddammit Kim Taehyung, I’m trying to tell you I’m in love with you! Don’t interrupt me while I confess to you!”

Angst

On the phone to you, Taehyung was pacing up and down the living room, as he normally would, really, but this makes him freeze in his steps.

Firstly, this confirms his suspicions of your drunken state. Ordinarily, you almost always ask how he is before proceeding any other conversation, but you went straight in with this claim that you needed to talk to him... That combined with the slight slurring is what aroused his suspicions, really.

You’re a friend that Taehyung regards of highly and the last thing he’d ever want to do is cause you upset. What’s a guy to do when the opportunity to break your heart is being handed -- forced -- to him on a plate?

‘What do I do??’ he repeatedly asks in his mind, until he realizes what he can do.

“Y/n... you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

“Pssh! What’s it matter Tae-Tae?” you boom down the phone.

“Go to sleep. Talk to me tomorrow.” he bluntly replies, hanging up straight away before this situation digs itself any deeper.

It keeps him awake for a good few hours before he can get to sleep, worried that he’s caused you more upset that necessary, even though it technically isn’t his fault. He manages to fall to sleep, justifying his actions in his mind.

Angst-Smut

A few weeks later, more drinking comes into the equation, but this time you’re with your friends, Taehyung included. 

Admittedly, he’s backed off from spending time with you since your confession - not ignoring or avoiding you necessarily, just giving it time to sort itself out. If luck comes his way, it’ll be forgotten about soon, if not already forgotten the morning after that phone call.

It’s fair to say that the whole group of friends gets equally slaughtered, even Taehyung, which is rare. The influence makes him more open about what’s running through his mind and he just has to apologize to you for the other night when you confessed and all he could do was hang up.

“I’m sorry y/n by the way for hanging up when you called that night...” he admits. “I just... guess I figured you weren’t in a good state of mind and I wanted to avoid an unnecessary argument... You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Nah! Don’t be silly!” you exclaim, trying to pretend it’s nothing, and Taehyung hopes that’s the end of the situation, new slate, blah blah.

You just had to continue talking though.

“So, okay-okay-okay!” you blabber on. “You don’t want me romantically, yeah? Fine-fine-ffffine... But do you... want me?...” you mutter into his ear.

A sense of dread fills him as your words rush straight to his pants; not ideal. It’s not his style to take advantage, even when in a vulnerable state himself. So he simply remains silent.

Silent, until you are just one more time persistent, brushing your hand along his semi-erection to which he lets out a deep groan he didn’t realize was going to escape his throat.

“Y/n, don’t...” he begs, still trying to retain his sense of moral decorum.

“What’s the matter, big boy?” you coo. “Too scared or something?”

“Just, don’t. Okay? I’m not going to be that jerk that takes advantage of you.”

“Awh, why not?” you whine. “Let’s be jerks together... don’t you think I’m pretty?”

That’s the problem. Of course he thinks you’re pretty, but... for some reason he just doesn’t have an emotional attraction to you a you appear to have towards him.

He hates himself for what he’s about to do, but your continuous touching is unbearable and he can’t take it any more... He’s so drunk and he just has to have you. But he won’t go all the way.

He lets you continue to pump his hard dick under the table, and he returns the sensational touches to you, rubbing circles on your clit that drive you insane until he comes in his boxers and has proceeded to use his fingers inside you to ensure that you reach your high too.

It’s the next morning that he wakes up alone, sobered up instantly with his recollections of the night before.

And he feels he has a lot of making up to do to you.

Fluff

Taehyung really wishes you could be in a more focused state whilst confessing to him over the phone. He adores you, and has done for a while now since getting closer with you as a friend.

But right now, he’s slightly concerned about you and should do the right thing and either convince you to go to sleep and sober up, or come round and look after you at least.

A whole hour is spent just talking to you, trying to get your hysterical, delirious self to put the phone down and go to bed, but it’s futile.

“Right... I’m coming over y/n... I’ll call when I’m outside so you can let me in”

He arrives at your door with a shopping bag... ‘What is all this?’ you wonder

“You need someone around...”

“Awh Tae-Tae!” you exclaim. “Does this mean...?...”

“I’m not saying anything in response to that until you’re sober” he asserts.

“But I stopped drinking a while ago! I am sober!” you insist. “See?” you ask, trying to put a finger on your nose and balance on one leg, ultimately failing and toppling over slightly into him.

“In the morning y/n” he instructs. “Now do you want me to leave these things with you or do you want me to stay?” he offers.

“Stay please Tae-Tae!” you ask, throwing your arms around him to cuddle.

Eventually, after some food and a warm drink that he makes for you, you doze off on the couch... snoring... Not your most attractive moment, but he still looks lovingly down on you as he clears up around you.

Morning arrives, and nerves fill his entire system as he wakes up before you, having slept on the other couch and having woken up earlier than you. The drink really must have had a calming effect on you as you have been progressively coming down from it throughout the night.

As you shuffle and murmur in your wake, he knows this is it. Time to find out the truth.

“Mmm...” you mumble some more, confused upon realizing you’re on the couch. “Did I really fall asleep here?” you ask yourself, not immediately remembering you had a guest over until you sit yourself up. “Oh... Morning Tae...” you say, unsure.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Okay, I guess... Listen, about last night...”

“Did you mean it?” he interrupts. It’s driving him nuts; it’s all he needs to know right now.

“Of course I did, but... I should have gone about it better than this... I’m really sorry...” you bow your head down in shame.

“Don’t be sorry. Why would you apologize for your feelings?”

“I don’t know, I... suppose you probably don’t feel the same way, do you?” you question.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined things going, but... Actually, I really like you too... You know, not just as my friend.... Something I’m not going to apologize for and neither should you. How’s your head? Should we go out for breakfast? Sorry I’m just talking too much...”

“Wait, seriously?” you ask, finding this unbelievable.

His answer lies in the kiss he draws you in for before suggesting you go get that breakfast with him.

Fluff-Smut

Your day has started and ended with Taehyung. Right from waking up to his returned confession back to you, to having breakfast out, to spending the day cuddled up watching movies, to right now, where he’s taken you outside to look up at the stars with him.

He tells you the occasional story about constellations, but he doesn’t really need to talk about that to make this special for you. His company his enough, paired with the warmth of his touch as you hold hands and he rubs a thumb along the back of your hand.

“Y/n, you know you’re really special to me, right?”

“Tae, it’s our first day. You don’t have to declare your undying love for me just yet” you jest, giggling and playfully hitting his chest as he squeezes your hand tighter.

“No, I know... I just wanted you to know, that’s all...” he replies, completely silent afterwards, and you’re sure he’s thinking hard about something.

“What’s on your mind right now?” you sit up and ask him, admiring the look in his eyes whilst he’s concentrating. He gazes into thin air and his eyebrows furrow slightly, and it’s just... such a handsome look.

“I’m just thinking, that’s all...”

“Hey, you can tell me” you assure him.

“I’m probably just over-thinking... I like to think about the future when I lay down like this... I want to make sure I treat you right.”

“The future?” you ask, accidentally skipping the part where you were going to thank him for being so sweet to you.

“I’m just over-planning things in my mind, letting my imagination get carried away...” he admits.

“But getting to know each other better starts today, right? How about you tell me one thing on your mind at least, eh? What do you think about when you think about the future?”

“I think about what I want to do tomorrow, next week, first dates, first anythings, really... I guess I know what I want, it’s just a case of timing it right.”

“Memories are all about being whimsical and living in the moment Tae... and I know that sounds so cliche, but... it’s true.”

To prove your point, you climb on top of him and begin kissing him, leading to a make out lead by you. You eventually pull away, smiling back at each other.

“See? And now we can look back on our first make out that was under the stars... pretty romantic, huh? Pretty neat...”

“You’re right” he tells you, re-initiating a string of kisses.

Still on top of him, you get a bit carried away, not thinking about your actions as you shuffle on top of him to get a bit more comfy, your knees feeling a tad sore now from kneeling for this amount of time.

He lets out a frustrated hum into your mouth as the two of you continue to kiss, and at first you’re concerned that you might have hurt him whilst moving.

“Sorry... are you okay?” you ask with concern.

“Uh, yeah, just... lay back down next to me, you seem uncomfortable...” he stutters, and you follow his instruction.

Your leg accidentally brushes his crotch area on your way back to laying down next to him, and you realize the real reason to the sound he made just then.

“Uh.. you know also that I’d never force or rush you into anything either, yeah?” he questions, and it seems he acknowledges that you felt what he didn’t want you to discover...

You pull him in to kiss even more, unable to stop wanting the feeling of his lips against yours. In the darkness, the rest of the details are a little unclear, but what you do know is that one thing leads to another until you’re lying under one of the covers you set out on the ground after making vanilla love under the moonlight [nothing even remotely kinky just yet lmao].

Taehyung is just so pleased that you both finally confessed to each other and he is just really enjoying your company and so he asks to spend another night with you so he can just cuddle up to you in bed and wake up to see your face again. Your confession is the best thing to happen to him and he’s going to make the most of you.

I didn’t want the fluff-smut to ring out so much but I was finding it hard to imagine fluff and smut because I think V would be the type of guy to really wait a while before having sex in a relationship, but I guess these are just imagines so they can’t always been all that accurate, if they even were ever in the first place haha