#don’t get excited im too weak to wrestle that well

[napping-sapphic]

Me thinking about dating:

“man i want to tackle someone onto a couch”

“my bed’s probably big enough for me to tackle someone on to it…”

“snow is so fun i wish i was dating someone so we could play in it together and i could tackle them into it”

Starting to think that 90% of what I want out of a relationship is play wrestling

[noonmutter]

Introductions

Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 12: Ball/Gravestone

"It's gonna be a quiet meetin'. They're not...th' most talkative people, these days."

"No, I know, love, of course. I absolutely still want to do this. You're so brave for this and I'm so proud of you."

Leon couldn't hold in a chuckle at that. Valarin's open, whole-hearted support of him for what was, admittedly, a trip that Leon had made dozens of times by now was all but impossible to ignore. The reassurance wasn’t necessary, but he wasn’t about to ruin Val’s fun. He simply set a hand on his wee love's shoulder to momentarily silence him, and bent to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you, love. It's okay. I'm not gonna collapse, it's just...a li'l tense, sometimes. Bringin' somebody new..." He let himself trail off as he inspected the kit they'd brought with them. Valarin had brought the supplies for their lunch, and he'd brought a bag of gardening tools, along with a couple bouquets of marigolds at Val's insistence. Asking about the marigolds had opened up the floodgates, not that he minded; listening to Valarin get himself going about something he was passionate about was one of Leon’s favorite things.

"The marigolds are traditionally very important! You see, the land of the living can be confusing and difficult to navigate for spirits. We try to help them by providing strong sensory things to guide them. The marigolds have a strong smell, but I think their color is quite strong too! And the candles are a little lighthouse..."

The flowers had been a bit of a trick to avoid crushing once they'd left the road that would've led them across the border into Stranglethorn, but they'd managed. He still wasn't sure if mum and dad would actually like the marigolds, but he understood the importance of it being this specific kind of flower, now. It was both like and unlike the little ceremonies the Gilnean was familiar with.

"This is such a lovely area, too. I’m honestly so excited to see where your parents rest. I’ve not really seen many human gravesites. I’m interested to see how similar they are. I’d like to learn about Gilnean customs regarding it. I know that the Day of the Dead is more widespread now, so I’m sure your parents will enjoy the offerings all the same. And--Hey, are you doing okay? You’ve been a little quiet."

Leon paused, then gave a short shake of his head. "Just tryna make sure we don't get lost, hey?" It was a lame excuse for letting his mind wander, but Val let it pass, since they were tromping through an awful lot of dense foliage. Valarin was aware there was a moonwell not all that far from where they wandered, and though there was a ceasefire, it was still Alliance territory and he was still visibly not a night elf. The tension wasn't really there like it'd been during their trip to Aerie Peak, though; they were alone and nowhere near a proper settlement.

He almost asked another question before Leon stopped, pointed at a small cluster of bright purple blooms hugging the forest floor, and said, "We're 'ere." It was hard not to get excited all over again, but he wanted to be respectful of Leon's feelings, so he kept himself from squeaking and simply gave Leon his best 'I'm here for you' smile. Leon answered it with another kiss on his forehead. Val liked those kisses, even if they were usually Leon filling in a silence when he couldn't figure out what to say.

He watched Leon pull a ton of vines and push a ton of branches aside like a very sturdy set of curtains, and after a moment, rushed to assist. Together, they opened up a relatively worn footpath to a small clearing. Val couldn't help but gasp softly at the sight; it seemed like every square inch of the ground was covered in lilacs! Little purple flowers were everywhere, and the scent was almost overwhelming. Butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom in every direction, and small clouds of them seemed to erupt every time he or Leon took a step. He found himself tiptoeing to try and avoid crushing anything almost immediately.

"Oh, Light, it's absolutely beautiful, Leon. You did this?" The thought was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he tried not to let it, at least not yet. He knew he'd do plenty of crying before the day was out and he'd really rather not start again so soon. It was a little embarrassing, even if Leon said it wasn't. Just focus on not snagging your pants on anything, Valarin…

"Well, I mean, th' flowers did it on their own, mostly... flowers do tha'..." Leon looked sheepish as he deflected praise, "All I did was plant a couple an' leave 'em be. Lilacs 're 'ardy, easy thin's. Part o' why mum liked 'em so much." The Gilnean made his way carefully but quickly through the dense growth, well used to the path he took and not worrying overmuch about whether he was stomping flowers or butterflies; the flowers were going to be cut back anyway, and the butterflies were quicker than he was. Reaching the apparent edge of the clearing, Leon bent to set his hand on a particularly tall lilac bush, then abruptly tore away a few branches to reveal the carved wooden grave marker underneath it.

It was not a professional job, this marker, but it had definitely been a work of diligence and a high degree of effort. It was sanded down to a nearly glasslike smoothness, and it would probably shine like it once it was cleaned up. The uneven top edge of it suggested it had originally been a chunk of driftwood, but it’d been stained so dark that it was hard to be sure. Valarin was privately glad he’d gotten better at reading Common lettering; hand-carved stuff like this was a little tricky. “Bettany Marie Ambroce” caught a bit of light and practically glowed. 

“Right. ‘Ere we are, then.”

“Oh, Leon,” Valarin said, “This is so lovely. This is your mother?” He knelt down beside the wood and brushed his fingertips over the lettering. “Hello, Missus Ambroce. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Leon didn’t really know how else to answer, but felt like that was woefully insufficient. “This’s mum.” Okay that was almost less helpful. He brushed his fingers along the lettering in much the same way Valarin had, mulling over a few things before he settled on a simple, “...You r’member Val’rin, right? I’ve talked about ‘im b’fore…” He risked a glance at his little love, offering a weak smile. “Only th’ good stuff, though. Promise.”

“It better have been!” Val flashed a playful grin and tossed his hair. “I am a perfect angel, after all.”

Chuckling, Leon set down the bag of tools and took out a pair of hedge trimmers, offering them to Valarin. “I’ll take care o’ th’ bigger messes, you clear out th’ stuff all over th’ ground, okay?”

“Wait, are we doing this entire clearing?”

“Course. Otherwise th’ lilacs’ll grow way too far an’ get completely outta control. It’s already bad enough cuz I waited longer’n I should’ve, I norm’ly come by ev’ry month or so.”

Valarin looked out across the small expanse of purple with a tiny bit less wonderment than he had the first time. This was a bit more work than he’d realized, but, he had to admit to himself, Leon had warned him. And he was bound and determined to help, regardless, so! Nothing for it but to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Leon had to restrain himself from grinning at the look of almost militant determination that Val got before he started clipping away.

“Cheer up, at least y’ don’t ‘ave t’ make it look pretty, too, hey?” He waggled his own pair of much smaller clippers, and gestured toward the high-piled bushes covering the pair of markers. “I’ll prune these down an’ then we’ll both tackle th’ rest of ‘em. It only takes about an hour if there’s two of us.”

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“‘Ow d’you mean?”

“Well I’m going to end up killing most of these by cutting them back all…all willy-nilly, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but tha’s kinna th’ point. They can’t all keep growin’ or they’ll overtake more’n th’ forest kin afford, see? S’why I come back an’ clean it up at all. Can’t just plant whatever, wherever, or it throws th’ ‘ole balance outta whack. I’d be a worse druid than I already am if I just planted a bush an’ left it.”

“You are not a bad druid!”

Laughing, Leon pruned away, and Valarin attacked the rest of the lilacs with gusto.

Once they were roughly halfway through the clearing as a whole, Leon mercifully called for a break. Valarin was not at all accustomed to Leon in work mode, at least not like this; he knew the man could get lost in his leatherwork for hours, but that wasn’t quite so physically demanding as this. It was impressive, if a bit exhausting to keep up with.

They both sat down with a satisfied sigh, and Leon stretched his legs in the much more visible grass by the cleaned-up gravestones. Once properly polished, the lettering on both gleamed like it had been painted with gold:

Bettany Marie Ambroce Beloved wife and mother I’ll take it from here

Graeme Iain Ambroce Beloved husband and father I’ve got this

“Dad would’ve liked you, y’know.”

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Anybody ‘o kin keep up with an Ambroce’s bullshit is worth keepin’ an eye on, somethin’ like that.” Leon chuckled with a subdued smile, thinking back on various times when he’d heard that. Naturally, Graeme had been talking about his own wife, but still. It had merit. “‘Especially th’ wee ones.’ Mum was about yer ‘eight, I think.”

Valarin’s ears went back just a little. “I’m not that wee.” After a moment, though, he let himself chuckle, too. “Although I suppose it’s still a compliment. You said he was a mountain, anyway.”

That made Leon laugh, and he threw his arms out wide. “Oh yeah, an absolute fuckin’ behemoth, was dad. ‘E wrestled with steer at th’ yearly fairs, sometimes, an’...”

As much as Leon enjoyed listening to Valarin give impromptu dissertations, Valarin loved listening to Leon tell stories of his family and his home. Knowing that he’d never get to see either of them the way his boyfriend did, he clung to every word to try his best to imagine it, and let the farmboy ramble as long as he was willing to. He only dared to interrupt long enough to break out their picnic, which thankfully didn’t stop the flood at all.

Once they’d eaten and Leon had run out of tales to tell--some of which Valarin was sure had to be at least exaggerated, if not totally made up, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out which ones--they’d gotten back to work. It was almost agony to start over again, since they’d had enough time for their hands to start hurting. That only seemed to spur them to get done quicker so that they were able to put the tools away after what felt like no time at all.

While Leon was raking the detritus into a corner of the clearing, Valarin set to work by the markers.

First, Valarin set up a small collapsible bed tray in front of the markers themselves, and covered it with a white cloth. He set out a few candles and arranged the marigolds all around what would become their ofrenda. Upon the tray he left portions of the favored foods they had brought; raspberry tarts, beef pasties, fried taters, all sorts of things. Though they had no pictures of the deceased--Leon couldn’t bring himself to risk losing the only image he had of his entire family--it was the thought that counted for this.

Obviously, Leon wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to do things wrong (despite Valarin’s many and constant reminders that there was no wrong way to arrange an ofrenda), so he hung back until it was almost finished. At Valarin’s urging, Leon took up a long match, and they each lit a candle at the same time, one for each parent. Finally, a small bundle of marigold petals was pressed into Leon’s hands, and he awkwardly scattered them in a rough line from the ofrenda to the graves themselves. Valarin had already made one out of the clearing itself, and with Leon’s contribution, there was a complete path.

When he returned to Val’s side, Val immediately curled both arms around his waist and tugged him down till they were both seated in the grass before the ofrenda. There, Val could finally get the cuddles he so cherished. Leon smiled softly and dragged the insistent thing into his lap, the better to hug him close and rest his chin on top of Val’s head. 

“So… what ‘appens now?”

“Now, you tell me more stories about them, and cuddle me, and I’ll tell you stories about mine, and cuddle you.”

“All night?”

“All night.”

“I think I kin do tha’.”

Though they couldn’t leave everything behind, the next morning, a pair of marigold-and-lilac wreaths hung from the wooden gravestones.

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[whumpsideblog]

Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five

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 Here’s part six! Thank you so much to everyone whose actually read this far haha, and thank you for all the nice comments and tags on the previous parts!

*** “Hold still, pet.” Silas winced as the brush was dragged through his hair, getting caught on knots and tangles. “I have guests coming tonight and you need to look presentable.” For the most part he was already presentable, Alastair had brought him much nicer clothes to wear, sat on him in order to shave his face without much struggle, and now he was trying to wrestle with his hair. 

 “Oh boy, let me guess, I’m the main dish?” He said sarcastically. Him and Elise agreed he was more likely to survive if he gave in to the vampire at least a little bit, but he held his snarky remarks dear to his heart and refused to let that go.

 “No dear, you’re more like dessert.” The vampire laughed. Silas didn’t feel any better. “You need to behave tonight, understand? I would hate to have to punish you in front of my friends.”

 “You have friends?” He snickered, earning him a whack on the back of the head with the hairbrush. He decided it was worth it. He watched Alastair’s movements in the mirror he sat in front of, before finally asking, “I thought vampires don’t have reflections?”

 “Do you humans believe everything you hear about vampires? What, do you believe we sleep in coffins too?”

 “I’m not going to answer that.” 

 “You really are adorable.” Alastair laughed. “Do you think I could look the way I do without a mirror?”

 “I thought you looked that way because you don’t have a reflection.” Another whack on the back of the head. 

 “If you be good for me tonight then I plan on giving you a reward. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked.

 “What’s my reward?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

 “It’s a surprise. As long as you don’t cause me any problems you'll receive it.”

 “Why take me then? If it’s such a risk that I could fuck something up for you, Why not leave me here like usual?”

 “I thought about that.” Alastair said, finally setting the brush aside and beginning to braid his hair. “I could leave you behind and keep you to myself, or, I could show you off, my captured little hunter.” He sounded amused. “Not Many vampires can say they’re keeping a hunter as a pet. You’re something special.”

 “I feel ridiculous.” He couldn’t help but scowl, he never dressed this nice, never did his hair this way, he couldn’t remember the last time there wasn’t some amount of stubble on his chin. He was all dressed up to the vampire’s liking, meant to be paraded around like a prized pet. He felt sick all of a sudden. 

 ***

 “He’s adorable!”

 “He looks so angry.”

 “He smells delicious.” The first one added.

 Silas wanted nothing more than to grab the knife laying on the table and stab his own throat. Four vampires. Four vampires on top of the usual annoying fuck he had to deal with. Three men and a woman, the latter of which was hanging on to Silas. She was tall and rail thin, dark wavy hair cut short. She smelled like roses, he hated that she was close enough for him to smell her.

 The other guests included a younger vampire- he looked younger anyway, these freaks were all well over a hundred years old, a man who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties who Alastair was talking to, and a young man who looked close to his age. He’d been quiet this whole time, while the younger one and the woman fawned over him. He kept an eye on Silas though, watching his every move. 

 Silas sat at Alastair’s side, probably so he could reach over and smack him at any given moment. When food was served, he was surprised to see that he’d been given a plate as well, and Alastair seemed to notice this. 

 “Eat up love, you won’t want to end the night with an empty stomach.” He told him. He knew he meant that he better eat, all the better for when they eventually devoured him. He wondered how he’d even survive that.

  “So kind of you to let your pet sit at the table.” The woman said at some point in the meal. “Mine is still trying to fight me on that.” She sighed. 

 “It’s easier to keep an eye on him. Besides, he knows that if he misbehaves he’ll be back on the floor.” Silas shoved a forkful of food into his mouth to avoid saying anything. 

 “Is he always this quiet?” The older man asked.

 “No, he actually has quite a mouth on him.” Alastair laughed. “I promised him a reward if he behaved tonight, that may have improved his mood.” That had nothing to do with his silence but he decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t need to be completely submissive to the vampire, but he could be quiet, keep to himself, not give any reason for the vampire to hurt him. He just needed to survive.

 “He looks so angry though.” The younger one said, leaning forward on the table. 

 “I’m sure he’s absolutely seething.” Alastair grinned. “He’s incredibly stubborn, I still haven’t completely broken him in. Yet, he’s being very good for me tonight.” He reached over, brushing a stray hair from his face. Instinctively, Silas flinched away, causing Alastair to roughly grab his face. “Don’t pull away from me, you should know better.” He said sternly. Silas glared silently at him, but his face burned red with embarrassment, the other vampires watching him in amusement. “What do you say, love?” 

 “Yes sir.” He said through gritted teeth. Alastair smiled, gently patting his cheek. Silas felt sick, he couldn’t think of eating another bite. He quickly downed his glass of wine, and was relieved when a maid came to refill it. He glanced up, seeing Elise looking at him worriedly. She looked even more uncomfortable than usual, and though they locked eyes they couldn’t speak, not with all these vampires around. 

 “You can’t just sit there and drink, you need to eat.” Alastair said sternly. “You don’t want a repeat of last time, do you?” Silas gave him a look, a weak glare really, but reluctantly he tried to eat as much as he could, tuning out the vampires as Alastair explained how stubborn he’d been the first time he made him eat. 

 He expected this to be a horribly traumatic event but it was actually rather boring, he was expected to sit there and look pretty. The only thing that kept him on edge was knowing that sooner or later the vampire’s would decide it was time for “dessert”.

 Eventually they had mostly finished eating, the vampire’s were continuing to drink while Alastair had told Silas he was cut off from the wine. The woman had come to hang on to him again, behaving as if this were a completely normal thing to do while she spoke to Alastair. He wondered what it was about vampires that made them unable to keep their hands to themselves. 

 “Can we try him already?” She finally asked, sounding impatient. “Please Alastair?”

 “You have to be careful, there are four of you and only one of him.” Alastair warned her, but she took this as a yes, already undoing the top buttons on his shirt and pulling his collar aside. Alastair had grabbed his hand, he was entirely distracted by the woman who had tilted his head to the side that he didn’t realize what he was doing until something sharp sliced across his wrist. He gritted his teeth, trying to jerk his hand away but Alastair held tight, pressing the edge of a half full wine glass against the cut. He wasn’t able to question him though as the woman sank her fangs into his neck, causing him to cry out. 

 He tried to pull away but that just made it hurt worse, and she easily held him down. Her nails dug into his shoulders, almost warning him that if he kept struggling it would just get worse. 

 “Wait, I wanna try!” The young one sounded excited, snatching Silas’ other wrist, wasting no time in biting down on it. When Alastair bit him it never hurt this much, sure it was excruciating, but something about having two vampires feeding off him was making the pain that much worse, Silas couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t even feel sick or scared because all he felt was that horrible stabbing pain. 

 It felt like an eternity before Alastair finally told them to back off, that Silas couldn’t take much more. He’d gone completely pale, he was breathing heavily and as the vampire’s finally pulled back the rest of the effects hit him. He was still bleeding from the wrist that was cut, he couldn’t be bothered to care though. The room wouldn’t stay still, he couldn’t see straight. His heart hammered in his chest as he took deep heavy breaths. He couldn’t remember feeling this anxious in his life, the worst had passed, yet he still felt like something horrible was going to happen to him.  He looked to Alastair, suddenly grabbing his arm.

 “I-I need to leave, sir, please, I'm going to throw up.” He gasped, feeling sick to his stomach, sick enough to say anything to get out of that room. He couldn’t tell for sure, but Alastair almost looked concerned.

 “Elise, go with him, he won’t be able to walk on his own.” He ordered her, and she said a quick yes sir, coming and helping Silas to his feet. He almost collapsed right away, Elise had to struggle to hold him up. He was aware of the vampire’s watching him, teasing him, but he didn’t care, he just needed out.

 Elise had a hard time supporting him, he had to lean against the wall for support, but they only made it down the hall and around the corner before he finally collapsed, falling to his knees and leaning against the wall to stay up.

 “S-stay here, okay? I’m going to get you something.” She told him. He couldn’t have gone anywhere anyway but he didn’t say anything as she hurried off. He at least felt somewhat better now that he was out of the room, slowly taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. He was cold yet vaguely aware that he was covered in sweat, and he suddenly felt incredibly exhausted. He hoped Elise would come back soon, he wanted to feel better already. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

 “Stand up.” He jumped at the sudden voice, eyes snapping open. The vampire who had been watching him all night was standing there, looking down on him. 

 “H-huh…?” He tiredly looked up at him.

 “Stand up.” He slapped him hard across the face, Silas nearly fell over he was too weak to hold himself up. His lip was bleeding, he was aware of that, and the stinging pain in his face. “Are you really this fucking pathetic? The high and mighty Silas, can’t even stand up and face me?!” 

 “What is your problem?!” He snapped, and the vampire grabbed him by the hair, slamming his head hard against the wall. It would’ve hurt if anybody had done it but the unbridled strength of a vampire was something else entirely, he swore his head left a hole in the wall. 

 “You and every other fucking hunter! That’s my problem!” Silas couldn’t respond, his head was slammed into the wall again, and again, and again. He couldn’t think straight, he was back in that awful and anxious and confused space again, nothing was real yet everything was too much. He didn’t even realize the vampire had pulled him to his feet until he felt that familiar aching pain that standing always brought. “You pathetic son of a bitch, you won’t even fight back?!” 

 He couldn’t even muster a response, staring blankly at the vampire as he tried to think of anything to say. This vampire couldn’t be reasoned with, he knew that much, even if he did, he didn’t have the mental capacity to make much of an effort. His silence just seemed to piss him off more, he tried to pull away as his shirt was ripped open, murmuring a desperate “No no no no no-“ 

 “Shut up!” The vampire hissed. “If you won’t bother fighting me then I don’t want to hear your begging.” A cold hand in the center of his chest, he was so tired of being touched. That familiar fog clouded his mind again, yet this was different. Alastair’s hold on him was gentle and comfortable, calming even, pulling him into a false sense of security. This wasn't like that, this was a horrible feeling of dread, a darkness that made it hard to breathe, hard to think. What he could feel though was a sudden sharp pain, the vampire digging his nails into his chest. “I’m going to make you suffer, Hunter, you deserve to suffer.” He snarled. 

 He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, that dreadful feeling holding him in place against his will. His chest hurt where the vampire hooked his nails into his flesh, but then he suddenly started dragging his hand down, leave deep cuts down his chest, to his stomach. He tried to scream but his voice just wouldn’t work, and he could forget about holding back his tears. At this point he didn’t even really care about that, what did it matter? He figured this was how he was going to die, he closed his eyes and just hoped it would be over soon.

 “That’s enough.” A stern voice cut through the fog, he could finally focus on the vampire in front of him, and more importantly, on the vampire behind that one. He’d never thought he’d be relieved to see Alastair.

 “Why are you protecting him Alastair?! You have him right here, you could kill him, why haven’t you?!” He snapped, though he finally let go of Silas, who immediately fell to his knees.

 “I said, that’s enough.” Alastair repeated. Reluctantly the other vampire stepped aside, still glaring at Silas though. Alastair knelt down, gently grabbing his chin, examining his face. He couldn’t look him in the eye, he knew he looked terrible and for once he didn’t have it in him to be as stubborn as normal. His head hurt, his ears were ringing, he still felt nauseous. He almost wished he could just lay down and die.

 “Y-you here to beat m-me up too…?” He murmured, unable to even focus on his face.

 “No, love, you’re already hurt.” He stood up, carefully lifting him up. He whined, every movement causing him to hurt more. “Go back to the others, now.” He ordered the other vampire, who gave Silas a look before going on his way. Silas finally felt himself relax, though he figured that could also be that he was dying. He never wanted to go out held in a vampire’s arms, but he found himself leaning his head against his chest, closing his eyes. 

 “This is a pretty fucking awful way to die...” He murmured, and Alastair laughed softly.

 “You’re not dying my love, I’ll take care of you.” Silas strongly disagreed but he didn’t argue. “It’s a good  thing Elise came and got me when she did though.” He didn’t even remember Elise coming back, he almost felt bad that she probably had to see that. He didn’t open his eyes again until he was laid down on a soft, comfortable surface. He quickly realized he had no clue where he was, opening his eyes and looking around. 

 The room was rather big, as was the bed he laid on. Large floor to ceiling windows with curtains drawn to let in the moonlight, illuminating the  lavishly decorated room. Alastair had left him for now, Silas didn’t see how he could possibly survive if something wasn’t done about his multiple injuries. Still, it was nice to be able to lay somewhere comfortable for once, completely unrestrained too. He wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep, he almost didn’t care if he never woke up for it.

 “I need you to stay awake for me dear.” He jumped at his voice, he hadn’t even heard him come in.

 “Why…? I’m so tired, just lemme sleep…” he mumbled.

 “You humans don’t take injuries well, I need you to stay awake.” He said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He carefully helped him sit up, Silas could barely focus on him though. He didn’t fight or struggle, he let Alastair remove his shirt, he openly wined when a cold rag was pressed against his chest, medicine stinging his fresh wounds.

 “What’s his problem anyway…?” He murmured, and Alastair sighed.

 “Many vampires have lost loved ones to hunters. Dmitri is still… grieving. I didn’t think he would ever do something like this though…” he frowned, carefully wrapping bandages around his torso before tending to the cut on his wrist. 

 “He’s worse than you…” he murmured. “You… you do that thing… and it feels so good, I hate it but I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life… but it hurt, I thought I… I thought I was dying…”

 “I know love.” He said softly. “You’re Okay now, I promise.” He finished up, taking a moment to untie his hair for him before laying him back down. “You can rest now, Okay? I’ll be back soon…” he pulled the blanket over him before going and pulling the curtains closed. Silas sighed and closed his eyes, listening to his retreating footsteps. It was the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time, he couldn’t help but embrace it, finally falling asleep. 

***

He was awoken hours later, disturbed by the presence of cold arms embracing him. Tiredly he sat up, momentarily confused by his surroundings. The curtains were still drawn shut but he could see faint rays of sun shining in beneath them. He wondered what time it must’ve been, glancing to the tired vampire watching him.

 “You haven’t been asleep for long, love.” He told him, taking his arm and gently pulling him down. “Just relax, Okay?”

 “Why are you in bed with me?” He asked bluntly, and Alastair laughed.

 “Actually, you’re in bed with me. This is my room after all.” He pulled him close, chest pressed against his back. He couldn’t help but shiver, he was so cold. 

 “I think I’d rather go back to my cage, please.” He tried to pull away but Alastair held him tight. 

 “That’s awfully rude you know. I mean, I did save your life. I think that you owe me for that.” 

 “What could I possibly give you in return? You seem to have everything you need.” 

 “Almost everything.” He sat up, looking down at him and he gently pulled his hair away from his face. “Everything except an obedient little hunter to stop causing me problems.” 

 “Well, I can’t give you that.” He turned on to his side, closing his eyes, only for Alastair to pull him on to his back again.

 “Why do you keep fighting, love?” He asked, voice soft and gentle. “You have everything you need here, and if you could just behave, you’d have even more. I love you little hunter, and if you have in you would be so, so well taken care of.” 

 “Freedom is more important than comfort.” He said seriously. “And you don’t love me, you love the idea of keeping me as a pet.”

 “Mm, same thing.” He shrugged. He laid back down with him, draping an arm over him. “You value your freedom a lot, hm…?” His hand gently traced down his chest, careful of the bandaged wounds. He kept his mouth shut, trying to move away from him. “What happened to you pet? This longing for freedom, your aversion to touch and love, who hurt you before me?”

 “Stop.” He had quickly scrambled out of the bed, catching Alastair off guard as he more or less fell on to the floor. “Please, just- just stop.” He was feeling sick again, suddenly this large room didn’t seem so large anymore. Alastair seemed amused, getting out of bed and kneeling down in front of him.

 “Seems I struck a chord… what are you hiding little hunter? I’ve never seen you so upset by something I said.”

 “Just stop.” He repeated. “Please, Alastair, I’ll do anything, just stop pushing this.” 

 “Please what? You’re forgetting your manners.” He teased. Silas backed away somewhat, watching Alastair nervously as he just kept advancing on him.

 “Please, m-master…” his cheeks burned bright red, he hardly cared though, focusing on the taunting vampire.

 “You don’t want me to force it out of you, hm? You know that I could, you know you’ll say anything if I play with your mind enough.”

 “Please.” He begged. “Let me keep this, I- I can’t tell you, I just can’t…” Alastair was over him now, nearly pinning him down.

 “You could tell me, if I decide to make you.” He seemed to take joy in the fear in Silas’ eyes, in his genuinely terrified expression. “But,” he leaned down, gently placing a kiss on his forehead, “I won’t.” Silas nearly collapsed with relief, sighing heavily. “What do you say, love?”

 “Th-thank you…” He murmured, and Alastair grinned.

 “There’s a good boy. Come back to bed now, will you?” 

 “Yes-yes sir…”

[zackmephisto]

dirt watches aew

ITS TIME BITCHEZ

stop i don't want to see this betrayal :(

mjf turned and now my depression is Worse i hate him i love him :(

JURASSIC EXPRESS AAAAAA

N Y L A YES OG MY GOD

i know I didnt hear yall boo nyla.

HANGMAN AND PAC REEEE

SCUUUUU REEEEE

M I S T E R M O X L E Y

:'''''(

STOP IM GONNA CRY KENNY NOOO

is it really nakazawa v mox. that's wild

mox looks good wtf?

STOP pulling the crazy shit dude. hes a good boy.

is he wrestling in pants bc his legs got fucked up or

that was weak. wtf ?

is it just bc hes still sort of hurt and they want to book him stronger than kenny?

o he speak

"you are one radical son of a bitch" how come he can say bitch but chuck cant say the s word

👀

damn yeah what's next for him. he really did fuck up kenny. who is next. I'm excited idc who is next like.... whoever it is they're gonna be working w the best of the best tbh

wait what the fuck why is it a championship match with sammy and chris and scu. why

cheer dark order and their gimp army you FUCKING cowards

T H E M!!!!!

GOD I LOVE MY CHILDREN STOP IM GONNA CRY MARKO WEARING THE MASK

THE MARKO CHANTS THANK YOU LORD

i have no more will to live now that marko ate the pin

STOP BEFORE I CRY FOR REAL

oH MY GOD LUCHASAURUS AAAA

luchasuarus said "back off my baby dinosaurs" and i respect that

hes obv still a little hurt tho you can see it in his movement

I STAN ONE DINOSAUR FAMILY

hmmm how come scu have to defend their championships every five minutes but chris jericho is always safe 🤔

gfys shawn spears

i'm a simple woman. i see shawn spears on my screen and I switch tabs

I constantly thank god for darby allin

Aubrey 😍😍😍😍

if darby loses i sue

JOEY!!!

uh. i mean. i mean. joey. big deal. who even cares about him and his braids and he smells anyway 😡

thank u darby i love you and definitely not joey...

DARBY AND JON WAIT STOP I CANT BREATHE OH MY GOD NO PLEASE THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN SCREEEEEE

I'm literally screeching darby vs mox??? NAME A MORE ICONIC DUO

ya'll have a crowd full on transphobes huh

darby vs mox tho this is so goddamn exciting

SO excited oh my god who is nyla fighting !!

who??

people really are such big transphobes that they're cheering someone who hasn't had a match yet. i hate straighties

thank you queen I love you

get well soon dad i miss u :(

i feel like i should know her by sight but i don't

o i remember her. i like her merch

shes annoying

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

AWESOME KONG AND BRANDI MY SKIN IS CLEARING AS I SPEAK

perish, blonde woman

god i love this. i LOVE THIS

if mjf joins the inner circle i want it to be known right now at 5:56 pm that i will Still Stan. okay. i stood w baron corbin through it all. i'll stand by mjf through it all.

every time some one swears on aew and it's not chuck taylor i lose six months of my life

OH?!?!?!

HELLO MAX I LOVE YOU GOOD MORNING MY SWEET SCARF SON

he's handsome no one @ me ever again

i lov u asshole love you so much

LOVE YOUUUU

NO I LOVE YOU I'M NOT UPSET I LOVE YOU

expose him Max EXPOSE HIM

max 😍😍😍😍😍

I believe every word you've ever said ever

max is right stop SAYING MEAN THINGS TO HIM

THIS MAN IS HURT MAY I HUG HIM

max STOP I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

AND WHAT A HANDSOME NEW FACE IT IS

YES YOU ARE BETTER THAN HIM AND I DO KNOW IT

wake up sheeple max is RIGHT

"my third or fourth installment" go off king.. go off......

sigh. I didnt want to do this. but i'm gonna have to stan.

or not?

MAX SAID A LITTLE BIT OF THE BUBBLY AND I IMMEDIATELY GOT UP TO GRAB THE CHAMPAGNE I SAVED FOR THIS EXACT SITUATION

ok thank god i dont have to stan the inner circle

thanks max i love you

HE IS HANDSOME ITS TRUE

ok... maybe that was funny. but I still love max

dont do this Max I dont want to stan

this is making me laugh hella hard dncnsndj

I LOVE THE HUG

cody man come on just let me have my max in peace

sigh

cmon Maxwell let's go

who?

wardlow I see

ok. I stan if he likes max

@ Maxwell Jacob Friedman choke me like that d*ddy

good morning it's been an hour and I've had four mikes and am on my fifth i'm drunk and in love with mjf

cowboy 😍😍😍😍😍

wait please don't let hangman lose I dont want to see him sad anymore

pac is fucking. more than human. I love him too

COW👏BOY👏SHIT👏

"i'm shocked by pac's leg strength" me 2 bud. those legs? i'm always shocked. hes so ripped his muscles have muscles

BASTARD SHIT LMFAOO HOW THE TURNS HABE TABLED

COWBOY STOP MAKING THESE NOISES I FEEL NSFWORK

yall are going to commercial in the middle of this match? disgostang. guess its valid bc this alcohol is going right thru me but. >:(

so Twitter says luchasaurus is actually Back back I'm really really happy abt that I missed dinosaur father

i finished going to the bathroom and sat down and it came back on clearly this is dirt rights

hangman and pac didnt get up for a second and I was Ben Affleck w cigarette. jpeg for a second thinking abt pac vs moxley

thank u for being a good bean mr ref bryce

:(((((((((((((((((((((

suing aew for emotional distress

JESUS matt Jackson

OH MY GOD AAAAAA ORANGE IVE NEVER LOVED A MAN MORE

literally I love orange cassidy more than i love myself

I'd be more exciting for this bucks/proud n powerful moment if orange cassidy wasn't on screen for two (2) seconds. His Impact

aew refs are my new mandatory kin

dont hurt Brandon Cutler hes a good boy

:(

thank god for private party

proud n powerful vs private party is dirt rights

me: :l

scu: SCUUUUU

me: :)

oh yeah btw my onion on scu officially changed i love them officially

SCU SAYS FUCK NASHVILLE BUT I LOVE WRESTLING FANS AND REALLY THATS CALIFORNIANS IN A NUTSHELL, I CAN CONFIRM, BEING CALIFORNIAN

i'm DRUNK thank god for autocorrect

why is sammy not vlogging. is he okay. does he have a fever

anyway if scu loses i'm suing again

jericho, a few weeks ago: WHO WEARS A SCARF

Jericho, today: wears a scarf tonight and talks abt scarfs today

judas FUCKS one of my fave songs of all time tbh

sammy guevara is like. 12. stop hip thrusting, child

kaz, my angel. I love you. so much

sammy: I GOT EM, DAD. I GOT EM

I love sammy BUT he better eat this pin so hard hes still tasting it next week

almost started filing my aew lawsuit when scorpio sky almost got pinned

I love how effective and strong the thesz press is. so wild. thank u mr sky

oh thank fuck. thank FUCK that pin wasn't complete

PLEASE MR SKY

THANK YOU MR SKY

SCU BEAT INNER CIRCLE SO NO ONE EVER TALK SHIT ABT CALIFORNIANS EVER AGAIN

unless ur californian. in which case ur allowed

scorpio sky being the first person in aew to pin Jericho is California Rights

that was a wonderful show. orange cassidy was there so it was 10/10. everyone say thank u aew

[bobowhooo]

Potent Savages

Genre : Drama/ Angst/ Smut/ Trigger warningsss/ Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 13: When bad gals let loose.

                 Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.

“Try and catch me!” I yelled with a slight cheerful laugh in my words. My hair got into my eyes as i ran through the beautiful garden of the exo mansion. The sun feels so perfect with the softest touch of heat and the grass feels warm and well looked after under my feet. My white crop top flapped with the wind my jean clad legs picked up. Faintly, i could see baekhyun’s bright smile fill his handsome face while he chased after me. He’s my very own sun right here on earth. My mouth mimicked his without noticing it as my eyes stayed glued to my amazing boyfriend. I don’t even care what could be ahead of me while im running, at this point. Im so into this moment. There’s so much trust and feelings of safety and love filling my heart right now, it’s so new to me. I like it. This is the feeling of the new chapter i started after that night i set siwon and his shit on fire. Of course somewhere deep inside i feel that lately things have been to good, and that maybe something is coming for us. But we’ve never been the kind of people to worry about the future. Enjoying the now is our specialty. 

My heart became erratic when baekhyun closed in on me with his playful and gentle aura. I stopped and turned to him, looking at him sweetly as he continued to run to me. I hope he never stops running to me like this. I closed my eyes and held out my arms, waiting for only one thing. My chest bumped into his when he rushed into me. His strong arms picked me up carefully as he laughed in my ear excitedly. My face dug into his neck as my forearms crossed around his broad shoulders. 

If you saw us you would never guess we do what we do in the night. You would never guess we’re the ruthless gangsters that only want to take your shit and run. 

But i think i like that. I like this innocence i seem to get back in moments like this one. Besides, just because im holding the love of my life in my arms doesn’t mean i can’t decapitate you.

“I can’t explain how much i love you, baekhyun.” 

“What?” He spoke softly into my ear with a small chuckle. “Babe? awww, that’s so cute, you’re talking in your sleep.”

The perfect moment i was in slowly faded away as i felt my eyes slowly open. I blinked a few times to get used to the feeling after having my eyes closed for so long. The sun feels the same like in my dream, so does the grass. I looked around at the huge well kept garden around us and smiled. 

“It’s beautiful.”

“But it pales in comparison to you.” Baekhyun said lowly, as if those words were for only him to hear. His arms wrapped more tightly around mine while i leaned my back into his chest and relaxed my face next to his. Im sure we have been sitting like this under this tree for more than an hour. But it doesn’t matter since im enjoying every minute of this undeniable peace. 

“I wonder, what do boys like the exo gang want with a huge pretty garden like this one?”

“We’re sensitive too, you know? Flowers are beautiful and i like them, so there.” His pout prominent, and his eyebrows a little low, as he looked around.

“Okay, okay.” I said laughing at his expression just a bit. “I know you all are sensitive, it’s just surprising because of how perfect it is. It doesn’t look like some random gardener did this, it looks like you guys put thought and effort into this yourselves.”

“Me, suho, kai, and minseok mostly.”

“Ahhh, how interesting.”

“Plus, we couldn’t have just left this whole space empty.”

“I learn something new every day.” I said chuckling at the thought of the usually rowdy boys being so delicate in those moments. 

“Don’t get too happy, i think there’s like three bodies buried somewhere around here.”

“What? Really?” I said looking around with wide eyes at the seemingly innocent beauty of this garden.

“Nahh, im fucking with you.” He laughed at my expression. I slapped his arm softly, joining his laughter with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hey, no hitting. That’s a foul.” The man said while grabbing my hand. His eyes almost screamed how playful and happy he’s feeling right now. it’s so adorable. I used my other hand and slapped him softly on his thigh as my eyes told him to bring it on. Baekhyun wrestled me to the ground, trying to tickle my torso, as i struggle and made sounds i didn’t recognize. Who would have thought i am this ticklish. The grass wasn’t helping as it slightly brushed the back of my neck. I continued to fight off baekhyun’s arms but to no avail. I get so weak when i laugh this hard. He pinned my arms above my head and looked at me in my eyes as my laughing fit calmed down in his deep stare. He looks so amazing. His eyes telling all his feelings, his smile shining brightly, his hair falling messily as he looks down at me. My heart feels like it’s doing jumping jacks, and the butterflies in my stomach broke out of their cage. Baekhyun continued to stare into my soul before leaning down. His lips shadowed over mines in a tempting manner.

“One day you’ll be my wife. Mark my words.”

A precise shot straight to my excited heart. Ouch.

“Baekhyun, you have no-” Without letting me finish he kissed me quickly. I know he was probably scared of what i would say. If i was him i would be too. He’s probably never said something like that to anyone before. But i wish he knew that there’s not one one part of me that would ever say no to that. Not one part.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. A fire ignited in me, I just want to make him feel the things i can’t say with words. The things i don’t know how to explain to him. Please feel it. My hands played in his hair roughly as the kiss became more sloppy. Baekhyun’s hands traveled under my crop top and grabbed my right breast, kneading it slowly with his soft hands. A moan escaped my mouth and entered his while i gave in to this pleasure. I can’t even describe the burning feeling i get when he kisses me. All i think about is how bad i want him to take all of me. It’s like the perfect mixture of lust and immense love for this one man.  It could be the death of me, even though it makes me feel so alive. I slid my hand down his torso to pick up his shirt. I want more of his skin exposed to me. He grunted and moved to help me get rid of the piece of clothing from his body. His eyes met mine and he smiled sweetly while i threw his shirt away somewhere. He ran a hand through his hair quickly as he eyed my offending crop top. I sat up to meet his stare better and pulled it off slowly, teasing him just a little with my pace. I think you know that baekhyun has a patience problem by now. The man bit his lip harshly, obviously trying to keep himself still in front of me. I threw the top to the side and stared at him, Planting my finger in the middle of his chest and letting it slide down. Never once looking anywhere else but his dark brown eyes.

“You drive me insane.” He said breathlessly. 

“Welcome to my world, love.” I chuckled playfully before i threw myself onto him. His arms wrapped around my torso while i made myself comfortable on top of his sitting position. 

“I feel slightly bad that the flowers are going to have to watch this.” Baekhyun spoke into my neck as he licked there. 

“I don’t. I like being watched.” 

He squeezed his eyes closed and smiled. “That mouth of yours will get you in trouble.”

“Prove it.” 

“If you two don’t get the fuck out of my innocent garden, i swear i will set something on fire.” Suho yelled from the distance. Jisoo is beside him, holding his hand tightly in hers. It looks like they were trying to have a nice stroll. Too bad. 

“Well, you said you like to be watched. Time to back up that talk, babygirl.” Baekhyun whispered into my ear.

I smirked and gripped onto his shoulders. My jeans were tight enough so that i could feel his boner, but still too thick. I couldn’t get any pleasure out of grinding on him. But i did it anyway just to piss suho off. Baekhyun chuckled before reaching to unhook my bra. He yanked it off roughly and my arm flew to my breasts quickly. I continued to grind on him harder, feeling the slightest sensation from it. I bit my lip while looking at him in pleasure. 

“Go get the hose jisoo!” Suho yelled at the girl with his face heated up.

I looked at him, then back to baekhyun. The man under me was trying to hold his laughter back as he looked into my eyes. 

“I think we can do better than this, daddy.”

“So much better.” He spoke with his laugh taking over his words. He roughly moved my forearm away from it’s protective place and licked at my left nipple. I hissed when he sucked on it, my hands running through his hair in a slow manner.

“Heathens!” Suho yelled. 

Before i knew it a powerful blast of water hit us harshly, I screamed and dug my face into baekhyun as he held out his hand to stop the water somehow. 

We asked for it. 

“Beat it, you animals!” Jisoo said, her voice making it sound adorable as she laughed at us.

“Alright, Alright! Just turn the damn thing off!” Baekhyun yelled at them his own laughter still apparent.

“Say please and promise to never do it again!” Suho yelled at us with a stern stance, hands focused on aiming the hose at us.

“Please! and we’ll never do it again!” Me and baekhyun yelled at the same time. The water pressure was started make my body feel raw.

The hose stopped it’s abuse immediately and i fell backwards onto my back in relieve. “That man has problems.” 

“Tell me about it.”

“What!? Can you say that one more time so the hose can hear it too!?” Suho yelled at us with wide eyes.

I laughed at him and sat up again.

“We said fuck you!” i yelled while baekhyun showed off his middle finger as he pressed his cheek to my bare chest.

There goes our peaceful morning.

“Oh my fucking god.” I said under my breath when i watched aya walk out of the closet, all dressed up.

“What, baek?” She spoke to me as she looked at herself in the mirror.

I stared at her ass in the black material of the high waist pants she’s wearing. Her favorite black ankle high boots adorned her perfect legs and the lace tank top hugged every curve almost illegally. The tank top dipped low so that her cleavage was prominent, the wiring in the tank top doing it’s job too well. I caught my lip with my teeth to stop gaping at the sight in front of me. If looks could kill. 

“I take it you like the outfit?” She said with a devilish grin as she grabbed for a belt. 

“You don’t even know the half of it.”  My mouth went dry when the belt wrapped around her waist tightly. That should be my hands.

“Tell me more then.” The girl smiled at me through the mirror again and began to reach for the jewelry laying on the vanity. My place on the bed started to feel so far away while i watched her become even more breathtaking. My feet brought me to stand behind her and my hands reached out to run down her arms softly. 

“That would take all night.” I whispered into her ear before kissing her neck slowly. There’s a spot on her neck close to her birthmark that makes her knees go weak, She can never resist that feeling. I find it adorable and extremely sexy at the same time, A dangerous combo if you ask me.

“Baekhyun, stop.” She spoke with small giggle as i let my hands roam around her body. I Tickled her stomach so she would show me that smile of hers, also so she would stop focusing on applying her accessories. 

“Babe! Stop!” She screamed and laughed when i picked her up and threw her on the bed. My hands planted next to her head and i stared at her. I love how she looks when she’s under me like this. It’s like she’s revealed completely to me. It’s like i can see her heart when she looks up at me. All the things she wants to tell me, all the things she doesn’t. Being the way she is that says a lot. Not many people can say that they know what aya is thinking, what she’s hiding, what she wants, what she needs. 

“What?” She asked softly while i looked at her. “You always go into deep thought when you do this.”

“I can’t help it. When you lay under me it feels like you’re opening your whole world to me.” 

“Do you like what you see?”

“Of course, darling. Your world is beautiful.” 

“That’s surprising, but understandable.”

I stifled a laugh and she chuckled a bit. 

“You guys can’t go one second without climbing all over each other. can you?” I heard lisa speak with a lively tone as always.

I moved from on top of aya as she got up to rush into the closet. 

“It’s me. Im the guilty one. I can’t keep my hands off of her for too long.” 

“Can’t relate.” She said before laughing at her own comment. I chuckled a bit too because her laugh is somehow contagious. 

“Where’s aya?” Jennie asked quickly, seeming out of breath when she entered the room. 

“She’s in the closet, But you should probably fix your lipstick. It’s all smudged.” Lisa said as she took a seat next to me.

“What!? Shit.” Jennie looked at herself in the mirror and swiped her middle finger under lips to get the out of line lipstick. 

“I bet chanyeol is doing the same thing right now.” Lisa spoke under her breath so only i would hear but jennie’s eyes lit up right after the comment.

I have to be honest it’s surprising her and chanyeol hook up sometimes but it’s also not that unexpected. Knowing chanyeol. 

“Shut up lisa.” Jennie squinted her eyes at the girl through the mirror and i held back a laugh. I guess she’s embarrassed by it. Then again, if you don’t know chanyeol as a gang member, you probably know him as the guy that fucked your girlfriend. With that being said, if i were her i would be kind of secretive about it too. Girls hate players. Or they act like they do at least. I stopped my player ways a while ago so i don’t think im thought of in the same light as chanyeol anymore. Hopefully.

“Alright, im ready.” Aya said while she walked out of the closet with a leather jacket on and different ankle high boots to match better. 

“You look to die for.” Jennie said before going towards the girl to fix up the choker around her neck. 

“Where are you guys going anyways?” I asked in pure curiosity.

“Places. Just know we’re going to be all around the city, so don’t wait up.” Aya spoke while smirking at me. 

“Why do i feel like you’re going to end up in a lot of trouble tonight?” 

“I won’t. Besides, even if i do, a little trouble never hurt nobody.” 

Bad girl. I already know what type of mind state she’s in. That tone, that smirk. Full gang leader mode. It’s cute and scary at the same time.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Lisa said while nudging my arm.

“i’ll try not to.”

“No! We’re not riding two different cars so you can race and fucking crash like the last time.”

“Crash!?” baekhyun said in surprise.

“Shut it, jisoo! That was a minor accident, i just didn’t see the pole.” I said pouting at the girl.

“It’s decided. Me and aya will take the panamera, and jennie, lisa, and jisoo can take the jag.” Rose spoke with a smile.

“Nice try. We’re all getting in the range rover. That’s final. Now get your asses to the car.” Jisoo went to grab the keys as chanyeol passed her with his hands buried in his sweat pants pockets.

“What’s going on here?” The tall man asked. He looks s bit tired, and his hair is in a messy bed head style. Not on purpose though, i don’t think.

“We’re just going out.” Jennie answered first and i eyed her reaction to the mans appearance. 

“Where to?”

“They won’t tell.” Baekhyun said while pouting at me.

“That’s suspicious.” Chanyeol scratched his chin with a pensive expression.

“I know right.” Baekhyun pouted even more, still staring only at me. He’s just trying to get me to say something. And it worked. 

“Fiiine, we’re going to strip club to meet a buyer.” The man nodded at my words. ”And i don’t know what comes after.”

“Well have fun.” Chanyeol looked at jennie as he spoke. 

They’re starting to grow on me, to be honest. 

“We will.” I said spotting jisoo walking over to us with the keys. I pecked baekhyun on the cheek quickly and walked away. His arm grabbed mine, yanking me back and i bumped into his hard chest. 

“You can do better than that.” He whispered at me. I made a face at him before grabbing his his head and smashing my lips into his. He grunted in surprise and hugged my body closer. Biting his lip, i pulled away slowly. My hands slid down from the back of his head to his torso and fell to my sides. He felt for the gun i usually hide under my jacket to make sure it’s there. It always is. His head nodded in approval in reaction and let his hands fall from my body.

”Bye, babydoll. Be safe.” 

“I willl, mom.” I rolled my eyes at the worried expression on his face. I understand why he feels so worried nowadays. After getting kidnapped and getting fake killed, you would think i would be too. But i learned from that time. He doesn’t have to worry. i won’t let that happen again.

We climbed into the car in a hurry. We’re all eager to spend this night with each other. No boys. No rookies. Just us.

Let’s hope we don’t blow anything up. Nothing important at least.

“Let’s get out of here.” Jisoo said while starting up the car. “Ehem? Seat belts?”

“What are thooose?” Lisa said with a grin on her face.

“Things that keep me from jumping out of my seat and choking you out.” Jisoo gave her a dangerous look through the driving mirror.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh shit.” I said to myself after remembering something i had almost forgotten. “Thank you to the wonderful person reading this right now. You’re cute as fuck.”

“Yeahh, wait, what?” Jennie asked confused by my words completely.

“You knowww, the people, the supporters.” I said nudging her.

“Ohhh rigghhht. Thanksss.”

“You guys are weird.” Lisa said making a face at us.

“Can’t agree more.”

“Ooh, la la.” i said to myself when we entered the all men strip club.  It’s much different than what i was imagining. In a good way though.

“Ahhh! You’re Finally here! Come sit!” Our “client” called us over from his table right in front of the stage. 

I walked to his seat and he offered it up without hesitating. “Why did you want to meet here?” I said while sitting down.

“Well, why would i not? I mean look at the ass running around here? My goodness.”

“We actually have shit to do, don’t waste my god damn time.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away quickly. “Im actually in the process of buying this place and making it my own.”

“Yeah? with what money?”

“T-that doesn’t matter. But when i buy this place i can pay you back double in a few weeks.” He spoke while a stripper walked around us to put his drink down next to him.

“Did i ask to be paid back double in a few weeks?”

“W-well n-no-”

“Stop fucking stuttering. What did i say?”

“Y-you said to have your money by tonight or else you’ll stick your foot so far up my ass, my mom will feel it.”

“Good boy. Where is it then?” I said with a smile. I have no intention of hurting him tonight. I just want to leave with my bag.

“I m-might have given it to the owner already.”

“Bad idea.” Jennie said while stealing the mans drink from him.

“If that wasn’t stupid i don’t know what is.” I sighed while looking at him in disappointment. “Go find the owner. I don’t have all night.”

“Im on it.” The client stood up without hesitation, carrying out my orders in a hurry. He gets an A for effort at least. 

“How about we enjoy ourselves?” Jisoo said pointing at the stage in front of us.

A lean man came from the back and made his way onto the stage. His hair is an enchanting silver and his lips are devilishly full. His eyes staring into souls throughout the club. Probably because the deep silver contacts that go perfect with his wet looking hair. He moved smoothly all around the stage, making sure to make eye contact with the people throwing the most money. My head tilted when he got down to grind on the floor. His body movements look like waves. It’s fucking crazy. How the hell?

“I WANT HIM!” Lisa screamed excitedly as she threw whatever cash she had on her. 

“Oh, he’s good.” Jennie said looking at him intensely. I can’t with them. I just can’t. Even though i have to admit. He’s doing his thing up there. 

“I NEED MORE CASH FOR HIM!” Lisa yelled at me.

“No!”

She pouted and let her eyes glue to the seductive man again. He ripped his loose button up to reveal his perfectly built abs and my ears went numb from the screaming. I reached for the cup of whatever jennie took from our client. 

Im not that impressed.

“Uh-uhmm a-aya?” The man we came here for stood in front the table nervously. Jarjis! I finally remember his damn name!

“What? Where’s the owner?”

“He said if you have s-something to s-say, bring your ass to h-him.” 

“Ahh, i see.” 

I got up and grabbed rose. “We’re going up to the owner’s office.” I yelled to the rest of the girls over the music. They shooed us away dismissively without looking. I stifled a laugh. What a shame.

We passed the loud tables and the stage to get to the black stairs in the club. At the top there’s a small office that had a big man standing at the door with his arms crossed. I flicked him off and walked right in like an asshole. as always. Before the man could do anything in reaction rose pulled out her gun and pushed it into his neck. 

“Hi.”

“Who the fuck are you?” The man said as he leaned back into his ugly fucking chair. He looks like a bigger douchebag than me. That should say a lot.

“Don’t worry about that. Jarjis here, accidentally gave you some cash that belongs to me, so i would just like to take that and go.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked at me and reached under his desk. His hand held a pistol and he aimed it incorrectly at me. “Get the fuck out of my office before i hurt you, little girl.”

“Suit yourself.” Oh well, i tried. “Rose, go ahead.” On cue, she shot the man at the door in the neck and the sound sent chaos throughout the club. I pulled my gun out as jarjis ducked down to the floor. We’ll see if i let him live after i take care of this. The man behind the desk shot sloppily at me and the bullets penetrated the wall behind me as a result of me ducking out of the way. 

“You know, not everyone should have a gun.” I said with a pout. I shot one bullet to his forearm for him to drop his inadequate gun. He tripped as he stepped back into his ugly chair. 

I aimed my lucky glock 26 at his head and closed one eye. 

“Wait! Wait! The money is in the safe! I swear, just don’t shoot!”

“Rose get the money. Jarjis don’t make another fucking move.”

The rest of the girls came up the stairs with their guns out and ready, not knowing what their about to walk into. I jerked my weapon towards the safe so the owner can go over and open. 

“Did you even try to settle this peacefully?” Jisoo said while looking at the dead man at the entrance.

“Yeah, I did.” I said with raised eyebrows. 

“Surrree.” Lisa looked around as her eyes were playfully squinted.

“It’s all there. And some extra, that belongs to him.” Rose stood up and put her gun on her hip. She walked over to the mans desk, removing a drawer and emptying the contents onto the floor before packing the money neatly inside.

I stifled a laugh. She’s very handy for that. 

“This club is now the property of the blackpink gang. If you have objections, speak now or forever shut the fuck up.”

I tilted my head at jarjis and the club owner waiting for just one word to come out of their shit eating mouths. 

But silence is the only thing that filled my ears.

“Pussies.”

“I don’t want to do this shit.” Chanyeol whined from the passenger seat of my rolls-royce ghost.

“Would you shut up for like two minutes? damn.” I spoke to him in frustration. In all honesty im still worried about the girls. I know they can take care of themselves well. But still, i just don’t want anything to happen to them.

“Your request has been denied asshole.” 

“Hush, they’re here.” I hissed at him while hitting his left arm. 

I watched two exo rookies hop out of their new mercedez. We’re supposed to follow them around tonight because of some suspicion they raised in suho, We always are the ones who take care of the rookie shit, which sucks ass sometimes, but as i said before. It’s better than selling. Anyways if you know anything about suho, you know that the one thing he hates more than being broke is sneaky people. Which is understandable. No one likes finding snakes in their grass. We ended up following them all the way to what seems like a college party. But i don’t know for sure. We’re obviously going to have to go in. For further research of course.

“Let’s goo iiinnn!” Chanyeol whined louder for attention. I have intentions to go inside already so why not.

“Alright, get out.”

“We haven’t been to a house party since we first met exo.” Lisa spoke excitedly as she hopped out of the car.

“Oh yeah, The time we played beer pong then exchanged friendly bullets.” I said with a swing of my arm, aiming for lisa’s shoulders.

“Friendly, my ass.” Jennie huffed into the night air. 

Now that business is taken care of, we decided to have some old fashioned fun at this college party one of our “friends” begged us to go to. And i promise this time we won’t shoot anything or anyone. I pinky swear. 

The lawn is littered with cliche red cups and passed out party goers. More people filled the porch of the house, probably trying to get away from whatever is happening inside. That’s going to be me in an hour.

“Yayyyy! you guys made iiit!” A black haired girl named jihyo ran towards us. Her smile so big, her eyes couldn’t help but join in. “I thought you guys were going to pass on my offer, to be honest!”

“Whaaat? Ussss? Pass on an offer like this oneeee?” Jisoo sarcastically spoke to the girl in surprise. 

“I know right!?” Jihyo laughed and smacked my arm, responding cheerfully to the sarcasm. “Let’s get some alcohol in your bodies, shall we?”

“Is that a even a question?” Lisa said as she looked around the house.

Jihyo made a motion for us to follow her before she turned and  walked through the crowd of people. Everyone is either drunk or high, and they’re all screaming the lyrics to this rap song. It just might the most annoying atmosphere ever, Im enjoying myself already. We entered the kitchen and jihyo nodded her head at a girl with a resting bitch face standing by the refrigerator. I raised an eyebrow at that but tried to calm down any suspicion in my head. Jihyo is a good girl, i don’t have to worry about it too much. 

“You guys want beer? by the way, aren’t you all kind of too dressed up for a small house party?” The girl asked while grabbing some beers.

“There is no such thing as too dressed up.” Jennie spoke while eyeing a random guy that walked in here for a drink.

“If you say so. Here you go.” Jihyo held out the drinks to us with a smile and lisa grabbed one first. Being the way i am, im going to bullshit and act like i drank this one. It’s not that i think she’s trying to poison me. That’s a big accusation. But she might be! 

What can i say? I have trust issues. Sue me.

“If you guys want any candy for a better time me and this guy have a really good hook up.” Jihyo said nonchalantly. “These guys i met at a club said they would come tonight with some good shit. So let me know if you want anything.”

Well, okay, she’s not that much of a good girl. I wish she would stop talking.

“We’re good, we don’t do that kind of stuff.” I said to the girl with a fake smile. Will i ever be able to make a real friend outside of the criminal world. Fuck no. It’s better that way though. At least i think it is.

“Really? you guys seemed like the kind of girls to be interested in that kind of stuff.”

“Nope.”

“Ahhh, i get it. Don’t worry, the stuff isn’t going to be bad and even if it is they’ll give it to us for free. Plus i think they said something about being in the exo gang. That means they definitely have the good good.”

“Ohhh, in that case, i would love to meet them.” I said with a smirk. It’s an obvious case of rookies abusing their connections. Possibly even stealing from the exo supply itself. It would be a crime to pass up an opportunity to bust their narrow asses myself. 

Finally. Some real fun. Even though this night is supposed to be only us girls. Im excited.

“Sure thing girl.” She said before she waved at someone behind us with a quick smile. “I’ll be right back.” Jihyo spoke as she passed us and walked away.

“Well, im going to enjoy this.” I said to myself.

“Honestly, they should just stop recruiting rookies. All they ever do is act foolishly.” Jennie spoke with an annoyed tone and expression. She picked up what was going on too it seems. 

It’s not like she’s wrong about that. But despite how annoying rookies can be, it’s a huge convenience when you find the right ones. Especially since exo doesn’t like doing all their dirty work themselves. Plus most of them are for number reasons only. Which means they can die and be replaced easily. It’s things like this that makes exo the second hardest gang to beat in the game right now. Blackpink being the first, of course. AHAH. 

“They’re here!” Jihyo waved at us from the entrance to the kitchen.

I put down my unopened drink on the table and walked towards the girl without hesitation. I kind of hope they don’t recognize me. It’s always more fun that way. Jihyo grabbed my hand and walked me through the crowd again as my girls followed close behind. I could spot two boys wearing black at the front door, where we came in. They looked around like they were looking for someone in particular. Jihyo waved at them and they did the same back. I guess they were looking for her. 

“Heyyy, im glad you guys could make it.” She said to the boys. Her tone changed a bit and so did her expression. She twirled her cute hair around her manicured finger slowly and looked up at them with a little twinkle in her eyes. Grade a flirting right in front of me. “These are my friends, Aya, jennie, rose, lisa, and jisoo.”

“Nice to meet you ladies, I have to admit, every one of you are bad as fuck.” The taller one of the duo spoke with a grin. They must be really new, because i don’t remember seeing them at all and they don’t seem to recognize us either.

Perfect.

“Nice to meet you too. I think we’ll have lots of fun tonight.”

“Damn, i haven’t been to a house party in a while.” Chanyeol spoke with his arm over my shoulders. 

“Tell me about it.” I said to the big guy as we walked through the crowd of intoxicated people. My only concern is catching the two rookies in action. Im not interested in having fun at this party. Not with the mood im in. 

“I have to say these college girls are looking a little too tasty tonight.” Chanyeol said while looking around. 

“Aren’t you like in love with jennie?”

“Oh god, no, we just fuck sometimes. Please don’t make it a thing.”

“Why not?”

“Because i’ll only end up hurting her.”

“You’re a better guy than you think you are chanyeol.”

“You just don’t understand what i mean by that baekhyun. Leave it alone.” The man spoke with a bit of annoyance in his tone and let his arm drop from my shoulders. Why is he acting like this?

“Then make me understand. When the fuck did we start keeping secrets from each other?”

“We didn’t. And we don’t. Just think long and hard about it. You already know the answer.” I know he can’t be talking about what i think he is. “There they are.” 

I looked at him for minute in confusion before looking in the direction his eyes are focused on. My eyes widened when i saw aya and the rest of the girls sitting on a random couch with the rookies we’re stalking. How did they end up here of all places. One of the two boys had his arm snaked around aya while he dirtily eyed her chest as she chugged down a beer. The other one was passing out drugs to anyone that came up to him, trying so hard to impress the people around him. I bet they thought we would never notice the shit they took from us. But we always notice.

Aya leaned forward to slam down the can of alcohol on the table in front of her, looking completely drunk. The rookie sitting by her let his eyes travel to her ass when she stood up. He grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking away and leaving him.

That little piece of shit won’t see the light of day again. 

“Let’s go.” I said to chanyeol. 

I walked slowly to the couch they all occupied. I know he obviously doesn’t know who she is, but i don’t give two fucks. “Why don’t you just stay here next to me a bit longer.” The boy said to my girl.

“You have a death wish, don’t you.” I said as i grabbed aya and pulled her into my arms. I was trying to look intimidating in front of the two boys but im sure i failed when aya landed in my arms. Her little hands gripped onto me in a tight hug and it got really hard to think of the ways im going to hurt these rookies. Ughhh, i feel like my heart is melting. She so warm. I missed her. It’s only been a few hours but still.

“Dude?” Chanyeol hit my arm as he looked at me in confusion. “Why are you just standing there.” 

I just pointed to aya and let the smile begging to come out slip on my face smoothly.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and reached for his gun. “Let’s just make this easy.” 

The people around us that saw the firearm out in the open began to make a fuss, which only caused more people to freak out. I mean damn, he didn’t even shoot anyone. Yet. 

“It’s not what it looks like we swear!” One of the boys pleaded to chanyeol with his hands up. “We got this-”

“Save it for someone who actually cares, i sure the hell don’t.” I said to them while a drunk aya squeezed my cheeks together. “Just do as chanyeol says and make this easy for yourselves, maybe we’ll spare you.”

“Look! baek the fishy!” She said excitedly to the rest of the girls that sat calmly on the couch.

“Stop that babe.” I said grabbing her hand. She just pouted at me before looking away at the two boys. 

“Well? what the fuck are we just standing here for?”

Aya blew into my ear as i carried her to my rolls-royce on my back, I had to pick her up because her drunk ass kept stumbling in those sexy ankle high boots, And i like having her this close to me. But you didn’t hear that from me.

“Does this make you squirm daddy?” She whispered slurred words into my ear before blowing into it again.

“No, it doesn’t.” I said while laughing my ass off. You gotta love drunk aya.

“That’s weird. It makes me squirm when you do it.”

“That’s because your body is very sensitive to everything daddy does. Me on the other hand, i might get a boner, but i would never squirm.”

“How can i make you squirm?” She whined lazily at me.

“I don’t know babydoll, i’ll get back to you on that one.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

I went into my pocket to get my keys and found nothing. I made a noise of confusion and aya giggled. The girl dangled the keys in my face and giggled harder. How adorable. I unlocked the car before looking over to the others as they threw the rookies in the trunk and hopped into the range rover.

“Come on babe, you gotta get down and into the car.” 

She silently slid off of me in a lazy manner. “I don’t want to go home yet daddy.” Her pout is killing me. She knows that though. 

“Where do you want to go then babydoll? Daddy will take anywhere in the world.”

“Let’s get food!”

“Say no more.”

We hopped into the car drove around the city with our stomachs anticipating fattening fast food at this late hour of 2 am. Aya being as drunk as she is wouldn’t sit still. She dragged me into her loud singing spree as she flipped through channels on the radio. She moved her head and hands to the rhythm of the song that’s playing and i watched her every time a red light came our way. What can i say? She likes to be watched. When we pulled into the drive-through she whined to me about how she only wants to eat icecream. But i put that thought to sleep quick. She knew she was being ridiculous. 

“Ugh, just get me the stupid meal then.”

“Okay, And can you give me a large cup of ice water also? Thank you.”

“What? No ice cream and i have to drink water!?” 

“It’s starting to sound like someone needs a spanking.”

“What i need is ice cream.”

“Oh yeah, you’re acting up. I already told you no ice cream.”

Aya looked away to her right side and mimicked me in “secret” while i payed the man at the window. 

“You suck.”

Three minutes later we took off again to find a pretty place to look at the stars tonight. She scarfed down her burger and her water happily while i focused on the road. I could tell she was getting less drunk and i smiled. As much as i love every piece of this girl to bits, drunk aya can be hard to handle.

“Awww babeee! you can see them so clearly tonight!”

“I know, I’ll take you here more often princess.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

It had to be going on three 3 am now as me and aya leaned on my car and looked up at the sky. she entered my arms when the breeze hit us. It wasn’t a cold night but she was because of the ice water i made her drink.

“I love when you take me places like this.”

“Yeah, i realize that now. I remember thinking you would hate places like this. But gladly, you don’t.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, before i got to know you more, you seemed to have more of an appreciation for things like diamonds and expensive vacations.”

“What!? baekhyun, im not an instagram model.”

“I know, i know, i just didn’t know much about you. You can hide your true self better than anyone i have ever met.”

“Don’t you think that’s an issue?”

“An issue? No. It’s closer to being a blessing and a curse.”

“I guess when i really think about it, that’s very accurate.”

She looked at me with smiling eyes and love struck grin. 

“I love you.” Aya whispered softly at me.

“how much do you love me?” I tilted my eyebrow at her and smirked.

“To the moon and back.”

I captured her lips in that moment quickly. I can’t help myself when she says things like that to me. Im a sucker for aya’s sweet talk. I hugged her tightly, pushing her body into mine and kissing her deeper than before. There’s no drug in the world that could be beat aya’s lips. Her hands slid through the jacket im wearing and around my waist. 

My baby pulled away and looked me in the eyes sweetly. “Isn’t it weird. We always end up having sex in places like this.”

“That’s because nature is so beautiful it gives me a boner.”

“Same.” 

I laughed at her comment and she playfully squinted her eyes at me.

“Wait. Are you implying we’re about to have sex.” I raised my eyebrows in question of her words.

She tilted her head before biting her lip, staying silent. Her hands pulled on my shirt and made me follow her footsteps to the backseat of the car. “I think that goes without saying, daddy.” She opened the door and sat on the edge of the seat. “On your knees.”

I slowly obeyed her orders as she slowly opened her jean clad legs. My knees dug into the grass under them, watching aya take her middle and ring fingers to her clothed core. She rubbed there slowly and bit her lip seductively. I gripped the car door and the seat to keep from touching her. She tapped the area softly and hissed, i know she’s just dripping under those pants she’s got on. Her tongue popped out of her mouth to wet her lips quickly, leaving a sexy glisten on them. 

Just one touch. 

My hand reached out for her and was smacked away without hesitation. I thought that would happen, I turned my head harshly in hopes of cracking my neck and relieving some of this tension in my body. But nothing happened. 

Her hands slowly slid up her body and cupped her breast tightly. Just how i would do it if those were my hands on her. I relaxed a bit at the satisfaction and tiled my head. Even though patience isn’t my best friend, im going to slow down and enjoy the show.

She moaned out into the perfect night air and looked me in the eyes while letting her hands roam all over her body. It’s a sight i could get get drunk on. I feel like i already am. I ran a hand through my hair, which is a sure fire sign that my patience is running very thin. Damn it. I can’t just sit here anymore i hav-

My thoughts were interrupted by my cell ringing loudly. I jumped in reaction because of the random loud noise on this quiet night. Aya was too in the zone, she didn’t care what just happened. I looked at the caller id and saw that it was sehun. He probably is calling to ask for his shirt or something stupid. I looked at aya and back to my phone. I should definitely ignore this. But on the other hand it could be important. 

“Hello?” I asked, my eyes still focused on aya’s little show.

“Baekhyun! Come home now. It’s the trip we took to phoenix. The authorities might be looking for us.”

“What? That makes no sense!?” Aya jumped and stopped her actions after hearing the tone in my voice. 

“We’re having a meeting in 10.”

“Im on my way.”

“You can’t be serious right now.” i said under my breath. 

“Look, this is nothing to worry about. You act like we’ve never had a problem with the police before.” Suho said with a calm grin on his face.

“We don’t know anything about the people in phoenix!” Baekhyun yelled in front of the calm man. “You can’t just go there and expect to not die or go to jail.”

“We’ll do our research.” Suho replied simply.

“I second baekhyun, What if it’s a trap.” I said while holding my knees to my chest on this chair.

“It could be. I’ll bring some disposables with me, they’ll help if it is. And if not then i can handle things myself.”

“No. The disposables won’t be able to do shit. We should all go together. I won’t let you handle this alone.” Baekhyun gripped the shoulders of suho. I can tell how worried he is about him. Suho on the other hand looks almost too calm.

“We won’t either.” Chen said with a stern tone.

“So all of us can possibly get into serious trouble together? I don’t think so. You all have to put your trust in me. Im your leader. I’ll bring minseok for better support. But no one else. I don’t want all of you to be dragged into this.” Suho replied dismissively. I don’t know if we can argue with that. “Besides baekhyun, you just got your girl back. You just stay here and be with her.” The man slowly moved the hands off his shoulders with a reassuring smile.

“Hyung i-”

“You know i love you right kid? I want you to stay here and be safe. Because if anything happens to me, i want you to look after everyone as leader.”

“Suho!” Everyone yelled at the man in protest of his sentimental words. Why is he talking like this. Does he believe this is a suicide mission or something.

“Suho shut the fuck up! Stop talking like this!” Baekhyun gripped onto the shirt of his leader with anger and fear. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your feelings all riled up. You see? This is why we were a mess when we thought aya died. We have to get used to the fact that in this business people die. We might seem untouchable. But we’re damn sure not immortal.” Suho spoke to everyone in the room as if he was a teacher, pulling baekhyun’s hands of fury off of him slowly.

“That doesn’t mean go out and kill yourself, honey.” Jisoo walked to him with concern in her face.

That man thinks there is huge chance he won’t come back alive. I can see it in his face. I sighed as i looked at him embrace jisoo. 

Im starting to wonder now,

What would we do without him?

AUTHORS NOTE : All doneeee! im going to start on the next chapter right now! im sooo sorry about the wait the chapter deleted and then i got busy, anywaysss i hope you enjoyeddd im going to work on getting a masterlist up and then archive all my work cuz tumblr is threatening me these days lmao have a lovely dayyy!

kissesss <3 lailaaa ~

[we-work-hard]

Strapped Up

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x AJ Styles

Summary: AJ’s just wrestled his match with Finn at this year’s TLC and his dance belt has been rubbing him a certain way since he got into his gear. He thinks Dean might be able to help him out…

Notes: I have never written Dean before, so I just based him on how goading and sassy he was to AJ during their programme last year. The WWE Live in Manchester (November 2016) mentioned near the start of this fic was one I was lucky enough to go to – AJ’s gear was SO LOOSE that night (like this). Btw, here is the evidence of AJ’s slutty black dance belt at TLC this year.

Warnings: SMUT, and a bit of nasty talk, humiliation, and roughness. And maybe typos. And if you’re too young to read this and I tagged you by a mistake, please skip it and pretend it never happened.

Also: There are some AMAZING AJ/Dean fics on AO3, particularly by @cruxcantare and @scriptor (oh, and ‘Soft Styles’ – WOW). If you haven’t read them yet, you should. 

Tagging (peeps who’ve been nice to me about my shit-fics before/or who said they wouldn’t mind reading this one. But please do just scroll on by if it’s not your thing): @llowkeys @castielscamander @unabashedwwesmut @scriptor @omegaweaponx @toosweetme @shoo-chan @casualgoldenribbon @roaring-storm @blacknovafox @im-tops-bottom @thereluctantguardian @stilinskiimnotahero @samizaayn @cruxcantare @bigpixiefoot @athoughtfulmindwrites @the-geekgoddes @your-darkdiva @secretagentfangirl @deanammbrose @idle-vanity @wrestlingbabe @tvrnbvckle @kingslayers-angel @wweshesaro @violas87 

Strapped Up

“Great work out there, AJ!”

“Thanks, man.”

“What a match, dude, seriously.”

“Means a lot, thanks.”

“You guys tore it up!”

“Well, we sure tried to.”

So many congratulations as he stumbles backstage after his match with Finn, feeling like hammered shit after all the throwing up he’d been doing with the stomach bug, then the last-minute flight to get here, then scrambling to get the match planned out and publicised in time. But he doesn’t care about the gushing plaudits he’s getting from the crew for pulling it off, or the pats on his back and the handshakes from his peers. There’s just one person his eyes are searching for right now. He needs him, bad. Dean.

AJ’s in pain from the bumps and slaps he’s just taken, and so worn down. He should have hung back to celebrate with Finn and tell him how great it was to work with him, but… he can’t be around normal people, acting like a normal person. Not when he’s feeling like this. He’s like a raw nerve, exposed and hurting, and he needs what Dean can do with that. Because his body is beyond tired. It’s nervous, and wanting too, and can he even do this? He doesn’t want to – or rather, his mind doesn’t want him to do this. It’s not him, to want this so bad. But the feeling that’s been building in his body since he strapped himself into his ring gear earlier tonight tells him he can do it; he should try it. Push himself, and goad Dean into pushing him even further.

God, when did he turn into this; such a slut? Stalking around backstage, looking for dick? Looking to beg for it?

No, he won’t beg. He’ll just… he’ll just offer what he’s got. And, maybe Dean will go for it. Maybe Dean will laugh at him. Or, maybe he’ll punish him for offering this up the way he’s been wanting to.

Humiliation or punishment – either is good right now.

Since being asked to fly back from the overseas tour to do TLC again, AJ’d been paranoid about another gear rip. People make fun of him for his stupid beliefs and superstitions, but he keeps to them, pays attention to them and does what he can to stop things from happening that he can’t plan for. But, he’d sure tempted fate tonight by wearing the back-up ring gear from last year’s TLC match with Dean, hadn’t he?

He’s been thinking about that. Did he want it to rip again? Did he want to show himself off some more?

Maybe.

Maybe he really is a slut.

Okay. He was maybe hoping for another rip. Wanting it. Planning for the possibility. He’d even prepared by wearing an athletic support underneath his blue lycra; a black dance belt, just in case. The audience would see flesh if there was another tear in the seat, but nothing more than that. Maybe AJ’s a little immodest, but he’s not stupid enough to get himself fired.

Usually, he avoids wearing compression gear whenever he can, though. He’s been doing it for years. The reason he gives is that he hates wearing it underneath his tights; that he can’t focus or move the way he wants with that holding him in, all strapped up. But that’s not strictly true… Deep down, if he’s honest, he likes having what he’s got out on display in a way he can get away with. It feels good. He’s only been able to get away with it at house shows for a while now. No TV cameras to catch it at those. No one from the production team pressing dance belts, jockstraps, or thongs into his hands as he heads to the locker room to change. No one to tell him to strap it down and keep it neat and Ken-doll-firm in front.

House shows have always been his favourite.

And Dean had known why. He’d figured it out when everyone else just thought a dislike of compression gear was one of AJ’s odd quirks, that he’s such a dumb dad-type he doesn’t realise how it looks. Like, maybe he’s completely oblivious to everyone staring at his cock and balls moving around loose in his ring gear, how his dick starts to stiffen up when he takes a particularly hard hit.

How stupid do they think he is?

But Dean knew.

“Like everyone seeing what you’ve got for ‘em, huh?” he’d murmured into AJ’s ear one night in Manchester as they walked back through the curtain after a match, back when they were still on the same brand. They’d been getting on okay during their programme through No Mercy, but he’d never quite been able to figure out Dean’s rhythms – in the ring and outside of it. Dean didn’t seem to think that much of him. Probably thought he was boring.

AJ wasn’t used to the sudden familiarity; outside of scripts, him and Dean didn’t talk much.

“What was that?”

“You like them looking at it, don’t you, what you’ve got in your tights?” Dean’d said in a stage-whisper, prickling AJ’s skin in shock. He’d walked around to stand in front of him then and had just… looked. Down between AJ’s legs, right at it. Looked for a good long time while AJ flushed in anger and disbelief.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he’d managed to whisper, torn between the urge to break Dean’s nose, cover himself with his hands, or stumble off, all at the same time.

Dean, in comparison, was unconcerned about the warning in AJ’s voice; body loose and relaxed. Just like their in-ring personas – not impressed with AJ’s attempts to intimidate him at all.

“I’m just giving you more of what you like, aren’t I?” he’d asked matter-of-factly, looking like he’d decided to start having some fun with the other man. Eyes sharp with curiosity and growing interest. 

“I have no idea what you mean, but I’m about to break your freakin’ face if you keep it up.”

“Think about me looking at it when you’re playing with it later, if you want,” had been murmured back, sending a shot of pure humiliation through AJ.

“And that’s a lot to play with, huh?“ Dean had continued confidently, stepping closer to look some more, making AJ heat up where he was staring, making his heart speed up in panic. If anyone had walked past, they wouldn’t be able to hear what Dean was saying, him pitching his voice low and just for AJ’s embarrassment. 

“I sure do love looking at what you’ve got down there in front, boy… Yeah… made a whole bunch of babies with it, huh? I sure hope your ex knew how lucky she was to have access to that thing.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” AJ’d finally been able to hiss through his humiliation with a hard shove against the taller man’s chest, still so hurt from the divorce. 

Dean just stumbled back and laughed.

“You won’t stand for it, huh?” Dean’d sniggered. “But, you are,” he’d tutted, crowding close again. “You’re standin’ pretty still to let me get a good look, aren’t ya? Yeah… because you like that,” Dean said in a sing-song voice, swiping his tongue over his own bottom lip. He’d stopped to look into AJ’s eyes again then, as if gauging how he was feeling, maybe judge how far he could go. Seeing AJ wasn’t having as much fun, he let out a breath, regretful. Adjusting.

“Ah, hey… man, I’m, uh, sorry about your wife. Shouldn’t have said that. Was mean.”

AJ had only been able to manage a weak and confused, “It’s okay… forget it…”. Shifting on his feet, messing with the Velcro on his gloves, he’d tried to calm himself enough to walk back to the locker room without cowering, not show how rattled he was by the ribbing. Hoped the other man would leave first.

Dean’d reached to stroke a strand of hair out of AJ’s face, earning another shove away in response.

He’d smirked, eyes twinkling. “Hmm. I knew I was right about you, though,” he said with a shake of his finger, looking down once more, just as a reminder that he could and that AJ wouldn’t stop him. And he hadn’t. 

“You better hope I don’t tell anyone what you’re up to, sweetheart,” Dean said with a small smirk as he’d walked away backwards, almost bouncing on his heels. “See you in the showers…” 

AJ had been so excited and scared by the interaction he’d left the arena as soon as possible, sweaty and terrified.

He’d tried to avoid Dean outside of the ring after that. Decided not to think about why he hadn’t punched him, why he’d let him look. Tried to get used to compression gear for a while, too. Had to put up with being touched slightly too much, Dean taking liberties with what was appropriate when the cameras were on. Could be played off as a joke then; patting AJ’s legs down, putting his fingers slightly too high up on his inner thigh. Just straight-up laying on top of him for pins, too. Humiliating him in front of everyone, laughing about it. Them sneaking into each other’s rooms after house shows had been instigated by AJ soon after last year’s TLC – him going to Dean for a fight, but ending up being pinned to the bed with Dean’s hands in his hair and their mouths and tongues pushing sloppy against each other.

Every night they came together after that was a negotiation through AJ’s stubbornness – Dean pushing and AJ resisting at every step. Pretending to himself he hadn’t come to Dean’s room to be persuaded further along each time.

“I’m not kissing again, I don’t like it”

“Don’t pull my hair like that”

“I’ll jerk you off, but I won’t put it in my mouth”

“I’ll suck it, but warn me before you’re gonna finish, okay?”

“You can shoot in my mouth, but let me spit it out”

“I won’t do that; no way”

“I told you – I’m not doing anal. Ever”

“Just fingers, but promise me you’ll take them out straight away if I say I don’t like it”

“Don’t ever tell anyone I let you”

The first time AJ had let Dean fuck him had been one of the most confusing sexual experiences of his life. He’d let Dean put his fingers inside him after weeks of coaxing and pushing from the other man, enduring the sickening internal stretch, the feeling of a barrier breaking, while Dean had kept his tongue firmly in AJ’s mouth to take his mind off of what was happening, desperate to stop him backing out. He’d gritted his teeth through Dean working his cock inside of him, lying on his back with his legs spread wide to make way for Dean’s hips; wanting sex, desperate to fuck, willing to stand the discomfort just to cum again that night.

Dean promised he’d like it once they got going, that it would stop feeling so unnatural and he’d rock his world. And it’d made AJ cum alright, him tipping quickly over into a grunting orgasm with Dean’s hand on his dick and a jabbing thrust against something good deep inside. So raw and intense a feeling, not quite registering as pleasure at all.  

He’d felt hollow and almost sick after Dean had pulled out, afraid to move in case his insides wouldn’t stay where they should, face wet. He thought his body would never go back to how it was before – that he’d never feel whole and unbroken again. Dean had mockingly cooed over him while he stewed on it, stroking AJ’s chest and hips and looking so smug to have broken the other man down to the kind of sex he’d thought he’d have never said yes to just a month before.

“Pretty good huh, champ? Let me cum inside you next time, you’ll like it.”

“I’m not doin’ that ever again.”

“Sure, darlin’,” Dean’d said with a lazy smirk, flopping over onto his back, dick still half-hard. “And when I met ya, you were a happily-married man with kids who’d never taken a load. But here you are, covered in mine. We’ll see.”

AJ had done it again. Sneaking back to Dean a few weeks later with no words – and again, Dean had known. The second time, AJ’d been fucked on his knees like a dog, stuffing the corner of the hotel duvet into his mouth and grunting and growling through it. Focusing on the push in and pull out, the give of his body’s interior muscle. Feeling himself clenching and trying to expel Dean as he hit his peak, shooting streams of pearly white onto the bed underneath, helpless to stop it, so turned on. Hot and ruined inside, he’d spit the wet material out of his mouth and pushed his flushed face against the bed while Dean had pulled out to finish on his back, whispering disgusting, humiliating things AJ could barely stand to hear.

He hadn’t liked it, he hadn’t wanted it. Like and want are the wrong words.

That’s where the shake-up had stopped it. Them being split across two different brands meant no more negotiating and no more confusion, just AJ left alone with an unfinished, dead feeling. He always wondered if anyone could tell he was different inside – had anyone picked up on what AJ had let Dean do?

He’s still frightened for people to figure it out; that’s always with him. But it’s not enough to stop him from asking where he can find more.

“Hey, hey – Arn!” he quickly stops the other man with a yell, stopping him from rushing past in the busy corridor. He’ll know where Dean is before his match.

“Well, hey there, AJ – good job, son. Not heading back to your locker room? You’re going in the wrong direction…”

“Looking for Seth before he goes out there, you seen ‘im?” He won’t ask for Dean.

“Their locker’s down there, to your left – Jason’s match got cut a little; got about 20 minutes ‘til they go out there.”

AJ gives a nod and a grateful smile, pulling the dance belt up over his ring gear slightly as he walks faster, feeling it splitting him apart even further in the back, with nobody around him noticing, too busy to care. If he’d worn a jock, maybe he wouldn’t want this so bad. Every move he’d made in that ring just now had made the strap rub between his cheeks, making him so aware of that part of his body, hot right where Dean had opened him up and fucked into him all those months ago.

But he hadn’t worn a jock – he’d chosen a dance belt. Maybe he’d planned for this, too.

As he turns left; there Dean is, walking down the corridor towards him with Seth. Dean looks so different – already in his Shield gear, and looking down at his hands to unwrap a piece of candy. Popping it in his mouth, dropping the wrapper on the floor and mumbling something, laughing. AJ feels the old irritation towards the other man flare up as well as shame for what he wants, and what he’s going to do to get it. He feels light-headed with it, so excited.

Taking a breath and turning towards the wall, he leans forward and down to adjust a kneepad, slowly, deliberately. His pulse and breathing speed up at what he’s doing, putting himself on display like this. He can feel the sweat-damp lycra of his gear stretch around the muscle of this legs, so tight, and the strap of the dance belt riding up over his gear even further in the back – it feels so good, so slutty and not like him at all to pay attention to this feeling instead of pushing it away and walking it off. He closes his eyes in panic and wishing, trying not to shake with the embarrassment he’s fighting, trying not to get hard yet.

You can do this, you can do it. Just make him look; he’ll give you what you need. You need it so bad. He’ll know what you’re doing – he knows what a slut you are.

He’ll help you; he’ll do it like you want.

He hears Seth and Dean approach, and Dean’s distinctive shuffle stop, so he pulls himself up again and flicks his wet hair back, reaching his arms up against the wall in a stretch, curving his lower back out with a grunt of exertion. He can’t help but give a satisfied grimace to himself underneath the hair covering his face, feeling nasty and good; waiting.

“What’s this?” he hears Dean slur around the candy in his mouth. He’s suddenly snagged by the white and blue belt of his tights and tugged backwards, flush against the other man’s body.

“Goddang it, Dean-” AJ huffs, not expecting to be grabbed so quickly or so rough.

Dean gazes down at him, holding firm onto the belt, making AJ stand still. He looks calm but delighted, while AJ’s body starts to tingle at his proximity, remembering. “Good match out there, sweetheart,” Dean rumbles with a smile fighting at his mouth. “We’re gonna see if we can out-do you, though.”

“Get the hell offa me, Dean,” AJ forces out, slapping at Dean’s hand to make him let go. Even though AJ wants to be pushed around, he has to fight it a little. Just for his own pride. What’s left of it, at least. And Dean knows, raising his eyebrows and looking amused.

“Okay, darlin’; okay. Hmm, nice dance belt – wearing it a bit high, ain’t ya? Tribute to Lita?” he says, turning AJ by his shoulders so he can dig fingers underneath the black elastic and snap it against AJ’s lower back, making him curse and push him away. Dean just reaches forward again to tweak his left nipple with a laugh, earning another shove and curse. Seth stands next to this with his arms crossed, tutting and rolling his eyes at what he’s seeing.

AJ grits his teeth and tries to stop his voice shaking. “Don’t mess with me in front of everyone, Dean; I’m not in the goddamn mood-“

“So you’re in the mood to be messed with in private?” Dean interrupts, pulling the elastic even higher to make AJ hiss and try to reach back to cuff his hands away. Dean just grabs at the strap snaking between his cheeks, pulling that too, like a leash.

“Fuck-“

“Shh – don’t struggle, handsome,” Dean growls down into AJ’s ear through his sweated-out hair, making him shudder. “I’ll find a place where I can rip this right offa ya, sound good?” Dean picks up on the effect he’s having on AJ’s body – AJ can feel it, the satisfaction.

Dean breathes into his ear some more and hisses, quieter, “Or, maybe you want to keep it on while I fuck you? Does it feel good, feel tight against the right places?”

AJ wishes Seth at least looked a little shocked to see him – AJ – shaking with Dean pulling at his underwear and whispering into his hair, making his dick thicken up in his damp tights. Seth just seems irritated by the inconvenience, hardly looking at him at all.

Dean pulls his mouth away from his ear but keeps hold of the elastic. “Hey Seth, buddy – how long me’n this slut here got?”

“Don’t you call me tha-“

Seth sighs, dark eyes angry. “Less than 15 minutes, you jackass.”

“Hey, don’t be like that – I’ve gotta teach this little whore a lesson about walking around with his thong pulled up at the back; don’t I, pretty man?” he says down to AJ, tugging at the elastic again and making AJ growl in irritation. He turns back to Seth, unconcerned.

“Give us a two minute warning, huh? Let me pull my dick out of this guy in time to go out there,” he says down at AJ, shaking him by the grip he’s got on his underwear, earning a seething look up through messy hair.

Seth is disgusted, shaking his head. “Goddammit, Dean.”

“Thanks, bud. See, AJ,” He says in a loud whisper to the shorter man, roughly dragging him by the elastic back towards The Shield’s empty locker room, making him stumble. “Seth knows you need the lesson, too.”

***

“Advertising yourself to all the crew now, huh? Walking around like that, showing off how much you like that thong stuck up your ass. You lookin’ to get that slutty hole pounded by the whole ring crew against an equipment truck out back? That what you want, huh? Remind you of the trailer park?”

AJ’s stomach roils and he shifts on his feet at the humiliation of that, Dean using the poverty of his childhood for this. How dare he.

He fights to keep still.

“My, my, my,” Dean continues in a disapproving voice, “just look what happens when you haven’t been getting what you need”.

AJ’s panting against the wall in front of him, gloved hands up against the tile either side of his face. Dean’s made him stand slightly bent over, black elastic still stretched up over his gear, now undone and loose at the front. He wants to curl himself up against the cool tile and hide, so exposed. But there’s a dark satisfied feeling deep in his guts as well to be getting what he wants. He needs this. He’s needed it for months now.

Dean’s pacing back and forth just behind him, calmly talking.

“Someone’s misbehaving, seems to me. You’ll be punished for this – can’t have you showing yourself off like a piece of meat, can I? Everyone can already see what a whore you are, but what would people think of me? Them getting to think you’ll let just anybody stick it in your ass, when I’m the one that got you to accept that.”

AJ moans at hearing Dean talk about anal sex again – about him. Dean likes to remind him what he’s let him do. And AJ likes hearing it.

“And now you’re walking around with elastic jammed up your crack in front of everybody.”

Dean’s suddenly up against AJ’s back, shoving him against the cold tile and breathing heavily against his hair. Dean’s dick is hard and hot in his combat pants, mashed up against AJ’s lower back. AJ starts to tingle where it’s pressed against him, groaning in his throat.

“I think you’re feeling too good, too hot,” Dean hisses, stroking AJ’s hair away from the back of his neck. “Think I better mark you up a bit, right here where people will see-”

“Fuck – don’t! Please,” AJ hears himself pleading, swaying on his feet and clawing at the wall, feeling Dean drop to his knees behind him.

“Where shall I bite, where shall I bite?” Dean mutters to himself, breathing over AJ’s lower back hotly. “Ah, I know,” he says before sinking his teeth into the meat of AJ’s right butt cheek, right through the blue lycra, biting so hard into the muscle that AJ can feel skin breaking. He swears and squeezes his eyes shut, pounding the wall with a gloved fist.

The throb of pain makes his eyes roll back in his head and the place above his groin tighten up and ache. He can feel the bruising start, the teeth marks.

Dean stands back up and spits against the wall by AJ’s face, pushing his head towards it. “Fucking lick that up.”

AJ sticks his tongue out as far as it’ll go to slowly lick Dean’s saliva from the cold tile, his dick pulsing even harder in front. Dean spits again, the saliva dripping down the wall. “And that. Suck it off, make it clean.”

As AJ opens his mouth to get to work, Dean steps back to get on his knees again, roughly pulling the blue tights down to AJ’s calves and forcing him to bend further forward, still licking and sucking at the wall through his gasps. He feels the air hit him as Dean pulls his cheeks apart, tugging the black elastic splitting them to the side, spitting his candy out and licking up against AJ’s twitching hole. He hisses, having never had Dean’s tongue down there before, just fingers and cock. Dean spits and drools, leaving him wet, hole clenching as he pulls him further apart.

“You taste so good back here, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, AJ feeling his breath against his ass and trying to stop a growl in his throat, pushing his cheek against the tile, sucking in air through his teeth. His dick is straining against the black material stretched in front – he’s leaking against it. It almost hurts, pulsing along with the bite to his cheek. “Imagine if no one ever found out how raunchy you taste inside. Wouldn’t that be sad?”

Dean stands back up and pulls AJ away from the wall by the back of his dance belt again, AJ nearly stumbling with his gear down around his shin guards. He’s pushed backwards over a massage table, Dean tugging his left boot and pad off to rip his tights off that leg, too – leaving him strapped up in his compression gear, the tented dampness at the front obscene. Dean quickly licks against it, getting eye contact with AJ as his tongue hits the sensitive head through the black material. AJ jolts against the table and moans – it’s been so long since he’s had his dick sucked. And to have a man’s mouth do it would feel so wrong, so bad.

“Ah; no, no, no. You’re not getting that tonight, sweetheart. No time for that. I’m going to put my dick in your ass, and then I’m going to go out there and give the crowd a better match then you did, with me stinking of you – what do you think; sound good? That’s how you deserve to be treated, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” AJ shakily lets out, staring up at the strip lighting above him and licking his lips, trying to catch his breath and not beg too much. He grits his teeth again, making himself say it. “That’s what whores like me deserve.”

AJ flicks his eyes down to check he’s doing it right, and Dean nods up at him with a smile, encouraging. “That’s right, you do. I haven’t forgotten last year’s TLC, either – showing everyone your ass, just like a slut would. But that ass is mine, isn’t it? You that gave that tight hole over to me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” AJ breathes out, keeping his eyes locked with Dean’s. “It’s yours.”

“Then show it to me,” Dean says with a grin, backing off and kneeling down to wait, jerking his head to where he wants to look. AJ sighs and grins, showing teeth and closing his eyes, his body flushing. He’s so hard – Dean wanting to look at him between his cheeks, where no one else has seen. He thrusts his hips upwards, and puts his hands underneath himself, tugging the elastic to the side and spreading himself open; feeling Dean’s eyes on him, his opening, still wet with saliva and sweat. It makes him hot all over, writhing with the feeling of being stared at where he should be hidden.

He can hear Dean’s growl, and feel him launching forward to push his tongue up inside him, squeezing at the thick muscle of AJ’s thighs and moaning. AJ flexes his hips and feels his lips peeling back over his teeth; it’s so dirty and disrespectful to be licked there, but just what he wants, just what he deserves. When Dean pulls away and stands up to undo his fly, sucking at his lower lip, AJ tries to push back the want Dean’s started up just inside and moves to get up and away, stuttering “You can’t – not yet – you can’t fit-“

“What? You think you can’t take it? Nah, guess not. Gotta make this a smooth ride. Good job I knew you’d come crawling around for my cock, right?” he says, pulling a small sachet of lube out of his pocket.

“No condom, though,” he whispers. “I’m takin’ your ass raw, just like always. I want lube and cum dripping down those meaty thighs of yours when you walk out of here tonight. I’m gonna ruin that dance belt-“

“Do it,” AJ hears himself begging in a deep voice. “Ruin it.” 

“Oh I will, sweetheart,” Dean replies, stroking AJ’s hair back from his face once he’s climbed up onto the table with him, forcing AJ’s legs apart with his knees. “Now, we’re gonna have to do this quick – I’ve wasted enough time already, haven’t I? No yelling, okay? This might feel really bad before it gets good.”

When AJ feels Dean’s thick fingers rubbing and stroking around between his legs, he sucks in a breath at the coldness of the lube, then the pushing against and into his hole, fingertips jabbing and forcing themselves inside, the black elastic digging into the meat of his ass. First one, then two fingers inside; scissoring apart and making him recoil at the unnatural feeling, still not completely used to the violence of penetration into a body not accustomed to it.

“Shh, shh,” Dean soothes above, breathing against his hair and kissing his forehead, the gentleness intended as a humiliation, and taken that way – AJ growls and turns his head away from the affection. “There, there. There it is,” Dean says with pride as he sinks two fingers all of the way in easily, AJ whining in his throat and squeezing his eyes shut. His dick is so hard now it’s straining up against the fur of his belly, the leaking pink head of his cock poking out over the top of the black lycra that’s been tugged down off of his hips slightly and moved to the side to get access.

It’s what makes Dean start to take him rough, pulling AJ down to the edge of the table and forcing himself in from a standing position, making AJ’s teeth clash together, growling at the start of the slow push. His thick body pulled further and further onto Dean’s hardness, hands gripping into his waist, leaving nail marks and bruises behind. 

AJ’s eyes roll and he arches down onto what’s steadily impaling him, pulling at his own hair and gritting his teeth when Dean starts to thrust inside his ass. He tries not to let out the words he wants to yell as Dean gets into a hard rhythm, harder than AJ’s been able to take cock before. Biting down how good it is, how badly he’s needed it. How much he wants Dean to cum inside him, shoot it right up inside his body so it never comes out, so he’ll always feel ruined inside. The relentless rub Dean’s started against that place in him that’s so needy makes him feel desperate, hot and stuffed full of cock – too much. 

He’s nasty, and Dean knows that like no one else ever will.

“Fucking cum inside me – fill me up, goddammit” he lets himself growl.

“You don’t fucking deserve it, you slut,” Dean grunts, spraying AJ’s insides with cum – the nasty wet feeling triggering the start of AJ’s own orgasm. Dean was right; he likes it. He groans and writhes against the metal of the table, his body gripping Dean inside while his release shoots out to hit his flesh, seeping into the black material still digging into his hips. His whole body tingles with sharp pulses of pleasure as it gives little reflex jerks, aching and finally satisfied.

“DEAN! TWO MINUTES!” Seth’s voice yells through the door, cutting through their panting and the quiet moans.

“Woo, just in time, huh?” Dean shakily laughs, sniffing and gently pulling out of AJ’s still-clenching body, struggling to pull his combat pants back up, getting himself back in order to go out there and wrestle. AJ slumps back against the table and stretches a leg, breathing like he’s run for miles, gasping oxygen into his throat and feeling salt tears leaking out of his eyes – fucked and hurt so good, left so wet.

“Wish me luck, darlin’. How the fuck I’m supposed to wrestle a full match after that, I don’t know,” Dean says, slapping and squeezing at AJ’s thigh and enjoying the jiggle and groan he gets back. AJ’s too well-fucked to be irritated or push back. AJ can feel Dean likes him like this, wants more of it. 

“Come to my room later, huh – like old times?” 

AJ nods, licking his lips and flexing his hips to see if he can move yet.

“And don’t take off that dance belt, okay?” Dean whispers, gaze taking in what AJ made him do, noting the lazy smirk across his lips, and smiling right back.

“Fucking you through it sure was fun… but I’m gonna rip it off of you later, just like I promised.”

[pinksausageduo]

an assignment & an outfit

member: park jihoon genre: fluffy summary: college au! fashionista au! you and jihoon end up getting paired up for an assignment and you end up getting super close, how will he react when you ask him to choose and outfit for a blind date? requested: yes, i’ve combined two requests together!

you were a fashion major at a college, it was your dream to be able to design your own clothing line

it was your final assignment of the semester and you were supposed to run your own pop up shop for two days

it took a lot of preparation to get to that stage but unfortunately for you in the few days before the opening of the pop up shop

the location which the teacher booked for you ended up damaged because of a small fire

and you weren’t able to get another location for your pop up store in such short notice 

but your teacher told you to not to worry and that you wouldn’t fail the assignment but you needed to join with another classmate at their pop up store and work together

she said the only person with the similar style of clothes as yours was park jihoon 

so she put you two together

you couldn’t help but feel a bit pressured to be paired up with park jihoon

he was the star pupil of the class, he never really talked to anyone, nobody knew whether it was because he was shy or standoffish

but he had a few friends outside of the course

he was also known for his incredible good looks all around campus 

anytime he walked into a room girls would start whispering and giving him love struck eyes

you couldn’t blame them he really was handsome

she said she’ll inform him and you can make arrangements about it in tomorrow’s class

you walk into class slightly bummed out as your friend kept talking about how excited she was for her pop up store, you gave her half hearted smiles and short responses

you remember you need to talk to jihoon-ssi so you head your way to his table you progressively got more and more nervous as you approach him

you say shyly with a small smile “hi, i’m y/n, i’m really sorry for the inconvenience of this whole situation, i hope we can work well together though!”

he gives you a small polite smile in return and says “it’s no problem, our location is a really nice boutique which is similar to the type of clothing we designed”

you sigh in relief, happy that jihoon doesn’t hate you for having to share a location and that he’s actually very polite, a bit cold though

you ask him “would you like to meet at the campus cafe later at around 8? to review our designs, the layout of the boutique, the presentation of the clothes and all the minor details?” 

you blushed slightly asking him to get coffee with you even if it was only for the course

he replied smiling “yes of course, oh and here’s my phone number so if anything pops up i’ll text you”

you exchange phone numbers and bid each other goodbye

you go back to your dorm and look over all your designs which are all formal attire, most of them being extremely detailed and expensive looking dresses

before you know it, you were at the coffee shop and you hate to admit it but you made sure to put a little more effort into looking good but you couldn’t explain why

you see jihoon already waiting at a table for you

he gives you a warm smile and a wave, you exchange quick greetings

you ask what he wants and he says a cappuccino 

you were about to go to the counter but grabs your hand and gently sits you back down

you blush at the sudden skin contact, he says to you with a sweet smile

“no, y/n, I should pay, what would you like?” 

“oh no! i should pay, you’ve been so kind about the whole pop up situation” you reply a bit frantically

he smiles at you once more and asks you what you want, you huff and you realise he won’t let you pay and you say a vanilla latte

he comes back with your drinks, you take a sip and you can't help but give a relaxed smile, jihoon couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked when you smiled

anyways surprisingly to both of you spent hours talking at the coffee shop not just about the assignment but also about all your personal lives

you couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy whenever jihoon smiled at you or you accidentally made skin contact

and jihoon couldn’t stop helping himself wanting to make you smile or laugh no matter how corny his jokes were 

he admired your sweetness and enthusiasm for clothes 

you both dismissed these thoughts as just initial friendship idiots

anyways both of you decided to meet up the next few days at the pop up store location to organise all the different clothes and make sure everything was in place

jihoon already did heaps of advertising for the pop up store and already had a quite a big following on instagram 

you both realised it was closing time 

“thank you so much again, jihoon for doing all of this” you say gratefully

“of course it’s no problem, oh wow it’s already 12, let me walk you to your dorm since it’s so late” he says sweetly

“no it’s okay i can walk to my dorm myself” you protest

he just raises his eyebrow and you give in and allow him to walk you home

he beams at you as you agree and you smile back

you talk as you walk and whenever you accidentally brush hands you couldn’t help but blush 

jihoon on the other hand, a part of him was screaming to hold your hand he dismissed the thought even though he has a really strong urge to do it

you ended up being super cold and shivering and like the gentleman he is jihoon gave you his hoodie

you accept it gratefully as you put it on you can’t help but feel so nice and comfy in his hoodie

you end up at your dorm quicker than both of you wanted 

“goodnight, y/n, sleep well” he says softly looking at you straight in the eyes

“goodnight, jihoon, sweet dreams” you reply back 

that night you ended up sleeping in jihoon’s hoodie feeling warm and loved 

and he ended up of thinking about you, the girl who saved herself in his heart BAHAHA I HATE MYSELF BUT I HAD DO THAT FORGIVE ME

the next few days you and jihoon had a blast 

setting up the store was so much fun with him

you’d always joke around and both of you became super close

“YAH! JIHOON STOP HIDING MY DRESSES!!!”

“I DID NO SUCH THING, STOP ACCUSING ME OF LIESSSS”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU PARK JIHOON”

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE IM TOO CUTE”

you’d scream at each other and it’d end up you chasing jihoon around the store then he would end up chasing you and it’d just be a huge mess 

which ended in both of you just laughing on the floor clutching your stomachs

jinyoung, daehwi, woojin and guanlin would always visit the pop up store

Daehwi and Jinyoung because of free clothes and woojin and guanlin to tease the both of you 

guanlin would always say to you “y/n! look at jihoon hyung isn’t he handsome?” while smirking like the little sneaky brat he is

you couldn’t help but blush but you just told him to fuck off

he’d then do aegyo being like “you loveeee mee”

woojin would always be like “you and jihoon look so cute together” but you couldn’t get mad at him because he actually meant it and like not really teasing

daehwi and jinyoung always just complimented on your clothes and how you were so much better than jihoon

you’d always smile at them sweetly while smirking at jihoon who just pouted and muttered little shits under his breath

anyways pop up weekend

the store was a huge success

you and jihoon selling every single item of clothing by the middle of the second day

which means you were basically guaranteed to get an A+

you even got a few offers to work at some fashion brands

when the both of you got them

jihoon didn’t even process what he was doing but before he knew it

he whisked you up and spun you around happily I'm sorry for always adding this into my writing it’s just rly cute 

but he set you right back down and blushed so red like a tomato 

you were also blushing profusely and you couldn’t deny you heart was beating 10x faster than it usually did

anyways your friend texted you saying that she’s making you go on a blind date with this super cute guy so you could get over jihoon

since you basically complained all last night how much you liked jihoon and he could never like you back

you agreed since you really did want to get over jihoon 

also a part of you wanted to see his reaction and if he’d be jealous if you told him you were going on a date

as you two were packing the store up you told him

“jihoon-ah, i’m going on a blind date tonight, could you choose me an outfit?” you say as casually as possible

you see jihoon frowning slightly, and a small bit of you feels like there might be a bit of hope

then he grins back at you brightly and that hope instantly dies as he says

“yes of course i’d love to!”

your heart sinks as he says that but you give him a weak smile

unbeknownst to you jihoon is trying to hide his anger, disappointment, and sadness

he finally realised he liked you when anything good happens he wants to tell you first and when anything bad happens he also wants to tell you first

in a matter of days you stole his heart and now it feels like you’re breaking it since you don’t like him back

he’s gonna try and be a supportive friend for you and wait for the feelings to go away

but he completely fails

since he got super jelly

he chooses the most hideous outfit for you and puts it in a bag and tells you it’ll great on you and not to open it until like 30 minutes before the date

you agree and thank him sweetly 

even though you’re super bitter and pissed off that he’s completely chill and even supportive on going on a date

anyways 30 minutes before the date you open the bag

and you basically lose your shit

“I’M GONNA WRESTLE THE LITTLE PUNK NEXT TIME I SEE HIM”

your roommate chungha comes sailing into your room

being like tf why you so mad

and then she sees the outfit and she bursts out laughing 

“y/n, either he likes you alot and just can’t tell you or he’s being a prick, it’s up to you decide which one.” she says still giggling leaving you in a conflicted state of mind

you look at the hideous outfit

the top was a maroon blouse with about 15 ruffles on each sleeve and a huge bow on the neck

and then the skirt to accompany it was deep purple skirt and platform bright shiny silver wedges to match

you replay chungha’s words in your head and your curiosity can’t help but get the best of you, wanting to truly know if he likes you or not

you cancel the date, basically sprint to jihoon’s huge dorm where he shares it with 10 other guys who you’re all pretty close with 

spending hours and hours on your designs and on the pop up store with jihoon you end up being close with them

you bang furiously on the door

and seongwoo opens it

you ask him in a low but threatening voice “where the hell is jihoon?”

he looks at you super confused but also amused since he’s never seen you angry but also can’t wait to witness what jihoon did wrong

and he says that jihoon is in his room

you storm into their dorm and everyone says hi and you just wave back and sungwoon comes into the living room shirtless just as you enter 

“SUNGWOON OPPA WEAR A BLOODY SHIRT!” you shout teasingly

“WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE AND DON’T STARE AT MY TORSO, YOU PERV!!!” he screams back at you and lightly whacks you on the shoulder 

you just giggle and head towards jihoon’s room glad that sungwoon made you less angry

you open the jihoon’s room door and slam the door shut while throwing the bag which had the outfit on the floor

you uttered one single word “explain”

he looked shocked you were here especially since he thought you’d just think the outfit was a joke and would wear something pretty to go on the date 

but seeing your dead serious expression he couldn’t help but help getting super nervous and really didn’t want to lie to you

he was fiddling with his fingers nervously avoiding to look at you completely and stammered

“uh-uh-uh ummmmmm well i-i like you y/n”

your heart was doing backflips but you were so in shock you couldn’t say anything not thinking it was possible he actually liked you back

this completely gorgeous, sweet and amazing guy could possibly like you

then he started rambling his confession

“you’re so sweet and you always make sure to take care of me, you’re also so passionate about fashion and you’re so pretty when you smile. you always make me laugh and smile and i’m always so comfortable around you. i-”

he stops in mid sentence because after hearing all that you couldn’t help but kiss him straight on the lips

it was first rough and passionate but it became much more sweet and gentler, it was a super long kiss and his hands were on your waist, and you arms snaked around his neck

because all the guys were listening into your conversation when they heard a silence they opened the door to find you too kissing and then they started whooping and cheering loudly

you just flip them off while still kissing jihoon damn this is a long kiss

you break apart and all the guys boo 

both of you ignore them

and you look at him straight in the eye, noses still touching with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck

“i like you too, park jihoon”

GIVING A MASSIVE THANKS TO @wannabl​ because she helped me combine these two requests together (lol sorry for tweaking it a bit) EVERYONE GO FOLLOW HER cause she's a sweetheart and an absolute hoe anyways sorry for doing another jihoon scenario i’m just doing requests in time order so forgive me! plus who doesn’t love jihoon anyways. the next three fics i’m working on is a baejin school fic (which i’ve mentioned in my best friend to boyfriend guanlin fic), coffee shop pt3, and a donghyun fic. I’m so excited to write all three and after i do, requests will be open again!

[bellamysblakehs]

To Kill a Jaguar - Bellamy Blake

Request: *Not a request* Requested by: *Not a request* Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader A/N: In which the smallest and most fragile, looking, girl (reader) is going hunting. Everyone thinks that she’ll slow down the group, but is proved wrong. 

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“Y/N? Thats not safe Bellamy,”

“We’re gonna die protecting her!”

“She can’t hold her own and we always have to drag her sorry ass home,”

Multiple comments were being yelled around to Bellamy as a group of you prepared to go. You were seen as week among the 100 you didn’t know why, nor did you question others about it. However, you were always curious as to why you didn’t look strong. Was it that you were a tiny figure? or maybe it was because everyone knew you had a weak ass story as to why you came down to earth, or so they thought. 

You were imprisoned in the sky box for 2 years after nearly killing 3 guards and actually murdering the 4th. They tried to take your father away and you couldn’t lose the only family member you had so, based off instinct, you attacked. Of course you didn’t think it through and this brings you to ending up in a cell. You were only 17. Despite this being a mighty story, you didn’t want to be known as a murderer, so you told everyone you stole 5 books. Everyone believed you, except the one stubborn jack-ass that everyone knew, Bellamy Blake.

“I know you didn’t steal books, Y/N. So just tell me, what did you do?” He questioned you only 4 hours before this hunt was taking place. You looked off, trying to avoid his question, and you saw John Murphy, the guy that has liked you since you got down here. He saw your stare and winked. You shuttered and internally gagged, you really didn’t like him. Bellamy noticed this and took advantage; “Fine, I guess you and Murphy can go on watch, alone.” You shivered at the thought,

“Ugh. Okay, okay, I didn’t steal books but I- I can’t tell you what I did.” You sighed and avoided eye contact.

“How about I tell you what I did and then you tell me yours, okay.” You nodded, although you were unsure why you did. You were also unsure as to why Bellamy wanted to tell you, of all people, about his unheard of story. But surely his story wasn’t as terrible as yours. 

He scratched the back of his head, nervously, before speaking, “I uh, I shot the Chancellor.” You were gobsmacked, you opened your mouth to speak, but was cut off, “Please- Please don’t make a fuss, I- I don’t want you to think Im a murderer, Y/N.” You just shook your head, and he frowned.

“I attacked four guards and killed one of them.” You said quietly, and Bellamy’s jaw dropped, he knew you did something more than just steal some shitty books, but killing someone? He wasn’t expecting it. “They were gonna take my dad,” you whispered, “I couldn’t let that happen,” And that’s when the story pieced together for Bellamy.

“I understand, Y/N,” he nodded, “I shot the chancellor for Octavia, too,” You wondered how Jaha and Octavia had anything to do with each other, but you wanted to lighten the mood, so ignored it.

“So uh, Y/N. Knowing your story, you wanna come hunting?” You replied with an excited ‘Yes,’ before leaving to get ready.

That brings you too now. You were watching everyone complain that you were tagging along and Bellamy looked frustrated,

“She can’t hold her own and we always have to drag her sorry ass home,” Your head snapped up at the painful comment and your marched over to the guy, Jack, and pushed him,

“Wanna bet?” You smirked as did he.

“I’ll give you my tent, if you bring back something we can eat,” He offered and you grinned. Jack had a large tent all to himself and having that would be nice.

“I’ll give you ¾ of my daily food for the next week,” You held your hand out which Jack firmly shook.

“You’re gonna starve to death, after this.” He whispered, you said nothing and the group walked forward, past the gates.

“She’s mine,” Bellamy whisper yelled, referring to the large jaguar in front of you.

“Wait,” Jack objected, “Let Y/N have it,” he smirked as did you. All your fathers training would now pay off. Bellamy looked at you with worry in his eyes and you gave him a look of reassurance, although it didn’t calm him.

You moved around silently, so you were positioned behind the fury creature. You reached down and grabbed a few pebbles. You threw them over the Jaguar and onto a rock which distracted it. You quickly felt your pocket, making sure you knife was still there, before lunging at the animal and wrestling it. It sounded loudly, with noisy growling. You grabbed you knife out and aimed for its chest with your right arm, the other holding the animal down. Your waist was straddling the creature and you dodged the attempts the jaguar made at bitting you. You brought the knife down and missed the animals chest, stabbing the knife into its leg instead. It growled in pain, before turning both you and the animal over, making the jaguar on top.

“Y/N!” You heard Bellamy yell. The jaguar scratched at you and you tried to fight back but the animal was too heavy for your figure. Your hand reached for your knife and surprised the Jaguar by slicing it straight down its chest. The jaguar almost instantly fell unconscious and Bellamy rushed over and helped you up. He lifted you and inspected your face. You could hear the others cheering at your victory.

“I’m fine, Bella-” He silenced you with a small peck on the lips. It was quick but passionate, your lips craving more after his left your face. “Woah,” You said,

“i really like you, Y/N,” You smiled at his compliment,

“You’re alright too, Blake,” 

The small group turned back and made there way back to camp with the jaguar, Bellamy had his arm hanging around your shoulder to make sure you were as close to him as possible. On your way back you caught sight of Jack,

“Oi, Jack!” You called, he turned around and huffed rolling his eyes,

“What?” He spat,

“So about that tent..” Bellamy chuckled beside you others joining in as well.

The End

[butchedyke]

1-25 GO FOR IT

THANK YOU I OWE YOU MY LIFE

1: Which dad did you romance first? If you have not romanced a dad yet, which one would you want to romance?

i romanced damien first!

2: Favorite dad?

BOBERT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

3: Least favorite dad?

brian :( i want to like him but i don’t really like the rivalry dynamic and his personality just.. isn’t my type also the end of his third date felt really forced to me but that’s just my onion

4: Dad that surprised you the most?

mr cuck mcfuck himself, joseph christiansen

5: Dad that grew on you the most?

robert small who i 100% would die for, i went into the game expecting him to be my worst or second worst dad bc the whole Bad Boy™ trope isn’t my thing but i’m so in love with him

6: Any dad(s) that is (are) your type?

bobert’s sense of humour and general existential despair and Tragic Backstory™ get me, also craig because my dick is constantly hard for friends to lovers tropes and also he’s Soft while being a big buff bf??? which i love??? even if i’m not into the whole fitness shtick i just love the concept of big buff softies????? aLSO mat is so gentle and sweet which is my usual Type for characters but he’s beaten out by a few other dads and idk why. damien’s also got a lot going for him i love my gentle goth bf???? he’s so passionate and also loves animals bc he’s literally an angel???? i’m also weak for hugo getting so excited about wrestling and just generally being a fuckign dork. i’m also inexplicably drawn to joseph and i hate myself for it???? i just wanna help him he’s a sweetie and i won’t accept that he’s nothing more than a cheating scumbag????

basically where i’m going with this is that all the dads except brian whoops have elements of my type even if none of them fit it Fully and i’m waiting for the ending where i can date all of them at once

7: Any dad that you aspire to be more like?

*looks at craig* god i wish that were me

8: Favorite date?

probably a tie between robert’s second date and craig’s third?

9:Favorite series of dates?

i’m sure it’s a complete surprise to everyone here that the answer is bobert’s dates

10: Any date(s) that you completely messed up?

my first run i fucked up mat’s route and got the bad ending bc i screwed up his minigame on the first date fml also i slept with robert on my first run which automatically fucks up his dates ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i butchered the penguin minigame and the gargoyle minigame on my first run as well, and craig’s second date but i still managed to get each of their good ends so i can’t have done too badly? those were all accidents but i have also done a run where i fucked up as much as possible on everyone’s dates when i was trying to unlock amanda’s bad ending before the patch came out rip

11: Any date(s) that you completely aced?

at this point i’ve gotten s on all the dates at various points because i’ve played like 8 times lmao i can’t remember which ones i got s scores on my first run tho

12: Any date in the game that you would want to go on?

joseph’s yacht hugo’s trivia date tbh, i’m lactose intolerant but would eat the fuck out of the cheese anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  also i’m weak for fair dates albeit not in the context of brian’s route tbh

13: Favorite child?

three way tie between amanda, river, and val tbh

14: Favorite side character?

spin/tour/quizzmaster quinn is so relatable honestly but i do also love pablo and my wife mary who deserves to be very far away from her terrible marriage (does this question include the dogs because if so disregard my previous answer bc it’s a tie between all the dogs) (including carl)

15: Favorite minigame?

before the whittling minigame patch? probably the fishing minigame (i had my candy crush phase rip)

after the whittling minigame patch? the whittling minigame (every time robert compliments my whittling i gain like 5 years to my life my skin is clear my crops are growing my family is thriving and i am in love)

16: Least favorite minigame?

probably either the golfing one because i can’t fuckign get the 18 holes achievement and there is absolutely no need for it to be that fuckin hard or the penguin one which i butchered on my first run and just generally don’t have fun with

17: Favorite dad pun?

just the fact that dadsona’s ska band was called the skammunist manifesto gets me every fuckin time

18: Name of your Dad-sona(s)?

hoo boy well most of them have just had the mcdad surname because im lazy as shit but my first dad was ryan, i’ve had two with the default dad mcdad, i’ve had Shit Bad (first attempt at amanda’s bad ending pre-patch), goku (second attempt pre-patch), chad (post-patch attempt where i successfully got the achievement, noah, and i feel like i’m missing one? not sure tho

19: Did you make your Dad-sona a physical reflection of yourself?

the closest was noah who was basically my ideal self but not a reflection of me as i am

20: Did you see any of yourself in the personality of your Dad-sona?

i felt slightly attacked in my first run because dadsona is basically just me but slightly cooler and a dad like? the underlying communist tendencies? the inability to socialise or generally look after himself? the undying love for amanda? dadsona is basically me and i love him

21: Would you actually parent like your Dad-sona?

if we’re talking my various dadsonas who were great to amanda and gave her space and were just generally good dads then i like to think so? i don’t want to get too deep here but i’m scared of being like my mum so i’d try to be the best and coolest parent possible

22: Would you consider your Dad-sona a "good dad"?

my dadsonas that were good to amanda with every option- absolutely. even when i was going for her bad end i wouldn’t exactly call him a bad parent, just... not good like he obviously cared and that’s clear even in amanda’s bad ending he just did a shitty job of showing it by being too overbearing and strict

23: How much time have you logged into the game?

i’m at 35 currently which obviously doesn’t include the time i’ve spent datamining rip (it would be more if i didn’t have uni and work and a general tendency to sometimes just not do shit even when i really want to bc i just can’t make my body do things)

24: Any particular moment(s) that resonated with,impacted, or affected you?

robert;s third date when he opens up to you and cries makes me cry every time i love him so much i just want him to be happy and healthy

also

this shit what the fuck craig this gives me some real fuckin emotions i lvoe craig cahn with everything i have

25: Did the game live up to, transcend, or fall short of your expectations?

transcended tbh, i expected to play it a bit and be like “cool that was a good fun experience lets do that again some time” i didn’t expect quite the quality of representation- i definitely wasn’t expecting a trans dad or option for the player character and it honestly makes me so happy? seeing characters like me in video games, especially a gay dating sim? where none of the characters bring it up, no one questions damien or dadsona, there’s so much more to their characters than just being trans and i’m so fucking happy??? i love the writing and the minigames and just the general vibe of the game and no one’s fetishised and it went well beyond my expectations and i’m glad to have a mostly wholesome queer dating sim that i love with my whole heart. that being said, it’s obviously not flawless and yes, i’m pissed about joseph’s endings for a multitude of reasons which i’ve already made a handful of posts about (if anyone wants to know more hmu because i have plenty of opinions on the matter. bUT a misguided ending choice wrt joseph absolutely does not negate how amazing the rest of the game is and i 100% recommend it 

[hello-btsfangirl]

Hiii hope you're doing well 😊 if u can do a BTS reaction when they kiss their s/o more passionately than usual and she got weak in the knees, & a messing blush.. Ect..😳 (they are her 1th Bf). Thanks

Since iv been promising and not keeping it, I made this extra long for each member, I hope everyone will forgive me and btw this request was really cute.

Kim Seokjin/Jin:

Jin was making breakfast this morning, you could smell his pancakes in the whole apartment, he was so soothing to look at. His broad shoulders in a white loose shirt, he was such a prince where he stood making his love some food. You sneaked behind him and gave him a hug, he turned around to face you “how beautiful you look this morning…but not as beautiful as me” you gasped “hey!” you yelled play fighting him, Jin simply picked you up and sat you down on the table.

You were staring into his eyes and you could feel the tension of romance. He took some of you hair behind you ear “you are always more beautiful y/n, and especially when you get those pink cheeks when I kiss you” you chuckled at his comment “I DON’T BLUSH” Jin leaned in closer and closer until you felt your heartbeat go a hundred times faster,  his lips so perfectly pink and so gentle on yours. His kiss was like a dream, it was deep and longer than usual, you felt your body give up in his grip. Oh could you never escape this amazing dream.

“See I told you that you blush” you hit him playfully “I just have a cold, that`s why they turn like that, almost like an allergy thing” he laughed at your excuse. “Oh just admit is y/n, this prince gets you knees weak and I can tell I would need that to happend pretty soon” you blushed of his sudden words, until it went over when you both heard the pancaked were burning.

Kim Namjoon/Rapmonster:

He had just picked you up to go to a amusement park. It was a sunny day, perfect weather for some fun. He bought you candy and ice cream and you would eat all day, of course he had to buy more ice cream since he kept loosing them on the ground. You loved this weird trait about him, how he either lost or broke something no matter what he was touching. After a long day you two decided to end end the day by going where you two had first met, by the tree where both of your initials were.

You leaned against the tree feeling the fresh air. You couldn’t stop to notice Namjoon staring at you “what are you looking at?” he shrugged his shoulders and stood beside you “you know there is no one but us in the park right now…maybe we could, you know” he leaned in closer, you blushed at his sudden action, you couldn’t move as his lips was just so perfect and plum. He was fast at getting his hands on your hips, feeling every curve and line of your body as he kissed you deeply, playing with your tongue.

“Namjoon” you said and pulled back “we cant do this” you said as you looked down the ground. He chuckled and gave you a hug “its okay, it was just us. Pluss since youre mine I want to show you off, how awesome and amazing you are. Im allowed to do that as your bf right?” he said with a big smirk as you started blushing even more, he kissed the top of your head and it was truly a day to remember.

Min Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi have had such a bad day, the only thing that helped him through this day was small texts he got from you telling him you loved him and you knew he would do well. He had bee so distant these few weeks, he felt bad for it. Bad that he didn’t tell you how much you meant to him, or showed his love to you through music or a simple loving gesture. His anger was boiling inside of him “how can I be so stupid, y/n loves me. Even when I act like a complete jerk, how on earth did I get so lucky”. He had to do something to show you that he truly loved you and always would.

You were watching tv, all set up with a blanket, snacks and a sugary drink. You didn’t hear the door opened but when you saw Yoongi you began to smile and stood up . He walked closer to you and before without even saying a word he kissed you, a deep kiss, a longing kiss. You felt his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands on your hips, his heavy breath when he stopped kissing you and his forehead resting on yours before staring deep into your eyes and he whispered “I love you”.

You smiled shyly at his sudden gesture and was almost too shy to look at him in the eyes. He kissed your cheek before smiling cheeky at your blushing face “y/n…Are you blushing?” you turned around not wanting him too see more of your red face “oh how embarrassing you mumbled to yourself as you felt a hand turn you around once again to face his cheeky smile. He put his thumb on your lip, slightly parting it so he could kiss you again “you`re cute when you blush y/n, I might need to hold you more tight the next time, just in case you get weak in your knees again” he said and gave you one last kiss on your forehead.

Jung Hoseok/J-hope:

“nae pi ttam nunmul, nae majimak chumeul, da gajyeoga ga” Was all you heard before getting mesmerized by the way his body moved to the music, his effortless moves and the passion in his eyes. The song ended, his body breathing heavily, he used his arm to dry away the sweat from his face. You loved watching him doing what he loved the most, dancing was truly an art. He turned around, facing you with a big smile as you gave him an applause for his outstanding performance. “How was it?” he asked as he opened a bottle of water to cool down “it was so amazing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you at all. You are so talented Hoseok”.

He walked slowly towards you, breathing heavily as he slowly pressed you against the wall and his lips met yours. His body was so hot against your, his hands tightly secured on your body, making you wanting more of him. Your hands roamed his hair as your tongues were to busy wrestling each other for pleasure. His hand went under your shirt feeling every inch before he stopped the kiss and gave you a dirty smile, you stared at him breathing heavily. Your knees failing to keep you up, he held you and was sure no to let go.

You quickly gathered your senses “..ah…” was the only thing that came out of your mouth “maybe I should go, I mean I have planned to meet up with a friend and cant keep them waiting” you smiled shy and walked towards the door, when suddenly Hoseok jumped in front of you, pinched your cheeks and said in a baby voice “Is my little y/n blushing?! OMFG WHY IS MY BOO SO CUTE!!!”

Park Jimin/Jimin:

The stars were shining bright above you as you sat and watched the beautiful night sky. Tonight would be a magical night, a night to remember that you had yet to discover. He was looking at you, more in love than he could ever be, you were such a beauty in his eyes “y/n” he said as you kept looking at the sky and only let out a simple “hm?” he smiled “you know what would make this night more perfect than it already is?”. You turned to him, curious what this could be “what is it Jimin?” Your eyes were shining in the starlit sky and you knew something magical was about to happen.

he put his hand under your cheek and gently lifted it up, his eyes slowly closing as he lips met yours and your heart felt like it was about to pop out of your chest. He was so calm, warm and gentle, you knew you were in safe arms as his lips were soft and his tongue making you feel like your were in heaven. His fingers twirling your hair as he let you explore and feel his deep love for you.

He ended it with a short soft kiss on your lips before smiling and held you in his arms. Both heart`s were beating as fast as lightning, both faces red from this magical experience “you know…” he started “we are a perfect match” you smiled “why” you asked softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder “because we both look like roses when blushing” he kissed your hand then forehead before whispering softly “you are the one”.

Kim Taehyung/V :

“TAKE THIS TAE!!!!” You punched him with the pillow, feathers all over the place. “ OH NO YOU DIDN’T!” he yelled as he returned the favor. Both was giggling at all the fun you two had, earlier today you had been watching anime, eating snacks and just run around your apartment like a couple of idiots but he was your idiot and you couldn’t be more happy to have him by your side. You cherished these moments when it was you two having fun and just enjoying being with each other.

He hit you one more time causing you to fall backwards and him on top of you, he stared you deeply into your eyes carefully leaning closer and closer to your lips, his eyes closed and his tongue started gentle dancing with yours like a gentle valse with small twist and turns. His left hand gently caressing your cheek as you felt that there was only you two left on earth, like you were in heaven. You put your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, you had never done this before but you didn’t want this new excited feeling go away.

He broke the kiss and smiled at you, you looked shyly away from him. “y/n” he said softly, you looked at him, his eyes sparkling and full with wonder and love, you smiled softly back at him before asking “what?”, he chuckled “you´re cute when you blush y/n, the way your cheeks go all red and when you look away from me. I really love you” you smiled, his lips met yours once again and you could feel your heart beat faster when the dance started once again.

Jeon Jeong Guk/Jungkook:

You felt the warm sunlight on your skin coming through the drapes. His arms was tight around you as your head was resting on his chest, this way you could hear his heartbeat when he slept. It made you calm knowing he was there to hold you, you giggled at the thought of you being in his arms, you have always been so shy but this was perfect. “Just me and him…alone all day” you started to giggle at your own though, he woke up noticing your giggles “you alright?” he asked “everything is just fine” you smiled.

You sat up stretching your arms “ready to start a new day?” you asked, Jungkook sat up too “well..” you looked at him “well?” before you knew it he laid you back so he could be on top, his eyes starring into yours his lips so perfect, his skin so smooth and soft. His were locked at your lips, what else could he do but kiss those soft wonderful lips but, this was no ordinary kiss. His kiss was so deep and meaningful, he didn’t need words to explain what he felt for you and how much he loved you.

You both smiled and before you knew your cheeks turned red. You closed your eyes in embarrassment and covered your eyes with your hands. He smiled and gently removed your hands so he could see those beautiful eyes. He chuckled at your reaction “I make your heart flutter don’t I?” he asked with a sweet smile across his face, you caressed his cheek “always” you said before he once more kissed you, this time it would last all day.