#eight of these chaotic drawings left to go

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Ah yes, another drawing. The ninth in this sequence.

So this is another drawing I did due to having enough free time, so bear with me here as I state what's happening in this whole doodle thing.

"thinking". We have that cool birthday guy thinking about that one Cat FM Radio video on Youtube (It's some good meowsynth).

"book throw". Underneath him is like a little animation doodle thing of one guy saying "f u" while throwing a book to another guy in the face.

"horror movie protagonist but better". It's just a person sitting at a table with a crap ton of religious items (for some reason when my brain doodled that image, I thought of The Exorcist movie, so that's why there's religious items on the table. Probably a protagonist that may survive for a bit if he does haul them in a horror movie).

"cat bread". Literally just a loaf of bread with a cat face/features on it.

"creaschure". I didn't have a reference on hand for the autism creature meme, so I tried from memory. Maybe I should try drawing the autism creature from memory until I get it right.

"flowr". Found a flower drawing hack through Youtube shorts where you draw a circle, then draw the petals and flower center (forgot what that's called). It works quite nicely.

Then the untitled one (Omori fans would probably get some thoughts from that). It's Watermelon Basil without the Basil hair and stuff saying, "look omori, I'm a watermelon. I'm watermelon Basil."

And end artistic thingy. There's eight more of these chaotic drawings ahhghhgghh. Have a good day/afternoon/night.

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Shizuroth, part twenty-seven

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six

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Sephiroth can't stand up. It's kind of embarrassing. Actually, forget that - it's really embarrassing! Even when sitting down he feels all wobbly and unsteady!

After the hyperfocus mode passed, it all just sorta crashed down on him.

He's barely managed to wrangle his fluctuating Qi back under control, but the wild surges, stops and starts and the awful flare-ups before have left him feeling like jello in human form. He's gone through what feels like an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, but from the inside - and then he strained to keep at all in! Twisted himself into a pretzel in order to teach, spraining his everything in the progress! Now his veins are freshly scorched, his flesh feels tenderised, and he can feel his bones. It is incredibly unsettling to be so aware of your bones!

For such a minor Qi-deviation it's really too much. Who told Sephiroth to have this much Qi - and also this many muscles! He's strained all of them!

And now he can't stand up. Well, not without swaying and stumbling and probably falling over himself like an idiot, anyway. Which makes it the same thing. His cute disciples - that is, the other SOLDIER members are still watching him. After what he put them through in his delirium, he can't show such an embarrassing face as to get up only to fall flat on his face!

He can hear them now, murmuring quietly amongst themselves in the hall outside.

"... Like, breathing, I think? And I think you're not supposed to think about anything…"

"How can you not think about anything?"

"... Been quiet for a while. No word from the director either…"

"... Think there's still chocolate bars left in the vending machine?"

Ooh, chocolate. Sephiroth could kill for a chocolate bar right now. He really should've thought about that before! Semi-modern world with inexplicably a lot of the same stuff as Earth has - he really should've realised that might include modern style sweets! And, damn, he's missed chocolate so much, back in PIDW. He should get chocolate, as a treat. He deserves it!

But he can't get up. Plus, he destroyed the place! How can he show his face outside after he destroyed the whole room? It's not like he can explain himself - this world doesn't even know what Qi-deviation is! On the outside it seemed just like he went crazy! Which might be in character for Sephiroth, but - still!

So here he is, a third hour in running, cultivating and meditating with no better way to solve this issue. Soon, something would happen to force his hand, or this would go on forever, and eventually he'd die. There's no other recourse.

At least he'd mostly managed to repair the damage done to his meridians. His poor dantians, flooded with chaotic Qi just when he got them to open up, took a hit - but hey, at least there's no golden core there to damage!

Yeah, that just… makes him sadder, really.

Sephiroth draws a slow breath and teases another snag in his system to loosen up - smoothing another scarred vein until it relaxes. He should go back to physical cultivation, it worked so beautifully for Sephiroth's system - but alas… he can't stand up.

Ah, he's really doomed.

"Heads up - elevator."

"Oh, shit, it's Hewley."

"Here we go…"

Sephiroth peeks one eye open, but the SOLDIERs by the door have gone quiet, and the ones further down the hall are too far away for him to hear - especially since it sounds like they're whispering out there. Probably explaining the situation to Angeal.

Ahhh! It's a pity he didn't bust a wall open in his deviated craze - he could've used it to escape! He might be about fifty floors above the ground level, but Sephiroth is supposed to know how to fly, right?! He could make it! He might even grow some wings along the way! It's been known to happen! Somewhere!

Angeal appears by the doorway, taking a moment to soak in all the destruction, and Sephiroth does his best not to look like he wants to curl up and die in shame. That resolution gets harder as Angeal walks over to crouch down in front of him.

Oh no, his face. I'm not angry, just disappointed much?! 

"Sephiroth," Angeal says gently. "Are you alright?"

Oh, come on, Angeal-bro! The disciples other SOLDIERs are right there! What is he supposed to say, huh?

Sephiroth exhales slowly and tries to think what Sephiroth should say in this situation. He destroyed the training room, busted up all the cameras and everything. Destruction of company property! There's probably going to be consequences for that, huh?

"What's the…?" Sephiroth starts and then winces at his voice. His throat is so dry it stings. Ouch.

Angeal relaxes a little. "They want you outta here, asap. There's a transport waiting. I'm supposed to deliver you to it."

… huh? That's, um. He has no idea! Is he being kicked out? He's Sephiroth - isn't he, like, the poster boy for Shinra's military might and stuff?

Angeal, clearly seeing his confusion, elaborates. "You're reassigned to Wutai, effective immediately."

… Oh. Great. "And if I don't feel like going anywhere?"

Angeal sighs. "I don't know. Nothing good. It's not like I can really force you to do anything, Sephiroth, but I'd prefer it if you came willingly."

Hah, jokes on your, bro, Sephiroth can't actually do shit right now!

… But he can't really stay here. And hell, being sent to a war front at least saves him from having to face any of this just yet! Maybe never. It's a corporate dystopia, and he's the poster boy - maybe Shinra will do him a favour and sweep this all under the rug! They did with Nibelheim.

And Wutai is the closest thing to home…

"... Alright," Sephiroth says. "But you're probably going to have to drag me."

"What? No, Sephiroth, you can just walk, it's alright -"

"Angeal, I -" just had a Qi-deviation and my system feels all outta whack, but that's not a thing and he's Sephiroth - can't admit weakness! "Just - give me a hand."

Angeal blinks and then goes, "Oh!" as Sephiroth visibly wavers, trying to get up. "Oh, a delayed reaction? Right, here -"

Sephiroth really has to be dragged up, like some drunk guy. And even then his knees almost give up! So embarrassing! His cute disciples the other SOLDIERs are watching!

Oh, urg, the nausea…

"If I throw up on you, it's nothing personal," Sephiroth groans, closing his eyes, both to fight back the vertigo and so that he doesn't have to see the other SOLDIERs reaction. No one is laughing at him, at least.

And then Angeal laughs at him. Rude! The man sounds relieved, though, as he grabs him firmly by the elbow, propping him up. "I promise I won't hold it against you."

Sephiroth sighs, humiliated. "Thanks," he mutters and then, plaintively asks, "Do they have chocolate in Wutai?"

"Chocolate?"

"I could really go for a chocolate bar right now."

"Oh, I bet," Angeal says, sounding a little amused now. "I don't know about Wutai, but I'm sure we can get you some chocolate somewhere," he promises. "Are you ready to go?"

No. "Yeah, let's go."

-

Is it even SY if he doesn't need to be carried once in a while?

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'Four Seven Two Eight'

Chapter 02 — 'So close but so far'

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Pairing. Jay x fem!reader

Genre. Angst, fluff

Warnings. Swearing, unprotected sex, a whole lot of angst etc.

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with. You didn't expect what 2 years could do to a person, especially to him, now completely different.

The 9th of February. He was leaving.

Gripping the railing, you faltered once you caught a glimpse of familiar numbers on a familiar car.

‘Four. Seven. Two. Eight’  

Your eyes widened. You scraped the black metal off the railing as you clenched your fists in frustration. 

‘I missed him. Again’

A tear ran down Jay's cheek as he found his home vanishing with the passing clouds. And just like that, he set foot in a foreign land. He forced a smile as his aunt greeted him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thanks aunt, I'll be fine” he sighed. He leant on the closed door, letting himself greet the cold floor.

— 2 years later —

Jay spent his days trying to adapt to a life without you. Soon enough he figured that constantly remembering the life he shared with you would be harder than forgetting you- and so with each step, he erased you little by little.

“Coming!” you replied from your slightly ajar window to the boy waiting outside.

“Bye mom” you said, shoving a toast into your mouth as you made your way to the porch. You didn't hear her reply at your fast footsteps, but assumed it was a ‘take care, dear’.

Almost tripping, you got into his car, earning a bright smile and a greeting from him.

“You nervous?” you asked him.

Sunoo nodded his head without question, making you chuckle.

“You know, we seriously shouldn’t be experimenting your driving skills on the first day of school”

“Oh don’t worry, if we die, we die together” he said, a smug look on his face as he started the engine.

“Awh I really wanted to die with a cute guy by my side though” you mumbled back, earning a playful protest from him.

After your first love left, it took many days to heal and stick the pieces of your broken heart back together. It wasn't until a little boy nudged your shoulder one day that made you realise you had to start over. It was hard, because the only start you knew began with him. So day by day, your social circle expanded with the intention of forgetting him. Your chain of thoughts broke to the halt of the continuous rattle of the car. 

“We’re here in one piece”

“Congratulations” you said as you dramatically wiped the sweat off your forehead.

Midway across the neverending, wide staircase of the entrance of your college, you chuckled at your usually chaotic friends from a distance, until-

‘Four. Seven. Two. Eight.

Those numbers…’

“Y/n aren't you coming?” Pushing away your thoughts, you made your way up the stairs. 

You yawned at the flashing screen of the presentation that blurred before your eyes. You scoffed at the focused expression on Sunoo’s face, before messily drawing on the side of his book.

Chuckling at your childish behaviour, he snatched his pen and brought his face closer and reflected your actions. Your eyes widened at the familiar sharp jawline before your eyes. He turned to face you, a cheeky smile that reached his eyes forming on his face, as he revealed the hidden dimples.

Your eyes trailed down to the side of his neck, searching for the mark only Jay possessed. It wasn't there. It's not him.

You abruptly moved backwards, startled at your own hallucinations. He wasn't coming back. No- he was never coming back. The confusion written on Sunoo's face didn't go unnoticed by you, but you were grateful that he shook it off.

As you walked out of the entrance, your brain couldn't help but drift into thoughts. This wasn't unusual to you, and you were ashamed of yourself for still holding on to Jay even after so many years. You conclude that you had only locked him inside your heart and not thrown him out.

“Ow!” You winced at the flick on the side of your head in which Sunoo gave with a challenging smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Race you to the car?” He asked. And before he could start, you had already begun to sprint along the paved road.

“Hey! You started without me!” You heard him yell as he caught your pace and then walked over to the driver's seat. You panted as he started the car, but it soon turned into a gasp when the song which was adored by the both of you started playing. The further you drove, the more intense the music became.

“Now everyday it rains, and I'm the one to blame. Baby, I walked away…” you sang to your heart's content, dramatically moving your hands with the rhythm.

“It's God's will to make it rain, why're you blaming yourself? He asked you, sizing you up with a questioning look, followed by a chuckle from the both of you.

As sunoo turned into your lane, you realised his notes were in your room. You couldn't be bothered carrying them to school tomorrow- extra weight on your back too- so why not just give it to him now?

“Just come on in and take it!” You tried convincing him.

“No, I don't want it anymore!” He whined, his cheeks flushing pink.

“What do you mean? We have exams to study for!” 

And after two minutes of protesting in the car, you decided to drag him through your front door.

“It's yours, so take it!” you said in between your combined giggles, echoing along the unusually quiet walls of your house.

“No-” you watched him in slight confusion as he looked to his left and bowed with a nervous smile on his face. Your head turned to the direction in which his attention focused on.

‘What the-’

“Mr and Mrs. Park” you stuttered out with a nervous chuckle.

Your eyes fell onto the boy who laid his left leg on his right, and his eyes piercing back and forth on your eyes and your closed grip on Sunoo's wrist.

‘Jay’ you thought to yourself, immediately releasing Sunoo's wrist from your hold.

“Honey, it's Jay. I hope you haven't forgotten” your mother said with a chuckle.

‘No, I haven't. I never did.’

And before you could muster up any words, your mother spoke up once again.

“Oh- Sunoo, dear! Why don't you join us for lunch?”

“Uh-” he exchanged a glance with you. “No- I actually- I need to get going- take care” he placed a hand on your shoulder, patting it with a reassuring smile as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘see you tomorrow’ and ‘good luck’.

You were left standing there, shock washing over your brain before you were invited to sit across from Jay. His nostalgic hypnotising eyes bore into yours, but the state your brain was in could only muster up one line.

‘I walked away, when you came to stay…

Now everything's grey’

“Why don't you two go upstairs?” Mrs. Park insisted. You nodded with a tiny smile before your eyes asked him to follow you. 

“Lead the way” he mumbled, an uninterested expression on his face as he slid his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. Your eyes slightly widened, taken aback by the unfamiliar rasp in his voice.

A part of you was excited, and you dared hope that you had a second chance with him. You silently thanked the gods for sending him back to you. You opened your room door, playing with your fingers nervously.

You scanned his face in the silent room, hoping to see any lingering past feelings. None. You watched him walk over to your table, observing the open pile of books resting there. You cleared your throat.

“So how have you-” Smiling, you tried to break the silence but got cut off.

“You actually study?” he scoffed, an insulting smirk on his face right after. Your smile faded almost instantly.

“Uhm- yeah. Well, don't you?” You asked, ignoring the slight disappointment you felt at his remark.

He clicked his tongue. “Who does that?” He mumbled, making his way towards your opened window.

You watched him look out, his head in the clouds- almost like he didn't want to be here. Eyes tinted in rage, he turned his attention to you. The excitement was long gone now.

“So little miss y/n got herself a boyfriend now, huh?” He said, cocking an eyebrow.

Speechless. That's how you felt. How could he be so reckless with his words? You scoffed to yourself, shocked at his attitude. You watched his dyed silver hair gleam as he ran his fingers through it, eyeing you for an answer.

“He's a friend,” you said, a little irritated.

“Then what was that whisper about?” He interrogated, almost like he was accusing you of something. What was up with him?

Ignoring his words and trying to keep your calm, you switched the topic.

“Do you need anything to drink?” You asked, giving him an empty smile which didn't reach your eyes. Something about him made you lose your patience. 

“Thanks babe, but I'm leaving now” giving your shoulder a slight squeeze, he walked towards the door. Confused with your emotions, you ignored the thump in your heart at the statement. Was it possible to feel anger and butterflies at the same time towards a person?

You were dumbfounded. How could a person change so much? The excitement you felt had all been replaced with pure disgust. And instead of thanking the gods for bringing Jay back, you prayed that you'd never see him again, but deep down you knew you didn't mean that. But although the son was rotten, his parents were still pure. Your second parents as always. 

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, before your body stiffened at Mrs. Park's words.

“Hey since you two are in the same university now, why don't you go together?” She suggested, earning a nervous chuckle from you. “Just like old times!”

‘Just like old times.’

You rolled your eyes to yourself as Jay played an innocent facade in front of the parents.

— 7.54 A.M —

You heard a series of abrupt knocking on the front door, making you chuckle at Sunoo's impatience.

“Give me a second, I'm coming” you shouted in a playfully as you ran towards the door. The smile you wore dropped once you were met with the boy on the other side.

Oh, him. Great.

“What's wrong, babe? Excited to see me?” His leaning figure against the frame of the door asked, wearing a smug look. His silver hair shimmering to the light and left eyebrow raised playfully. The audacity.

You were disgusted at the butterflies in your stomach. What the hell was wrong with you? You pulled yourself together. “To be honest, no” you spat.

You smiled when Sunoo's honking engulfed Jay's next remark, and you walked past him, unbothered (not forgetting to bump him on the shoulder). You can be an asshole if you wanted to, Jay.

“Off we g-” Sunoo got cut off by the loud slam of the door behind him, earning an exhausted sigh from you.

“Sunoo, Jay.”

“Jay, Sunoo.” you introduced.

Sunoo extended his hand with a ‘hi’, but got nothing in return but a cold smile. You felt sorry for Sunoo to have to put up with Jay's antics. The ride to school was silent and entirely uncomfortable. You wanted to sink into your seat. Literally.

You were grateful you could run out of the rattling machine. Or else- run away from him. The whole ride, you could feel Jay's eyes on you. Everytime you looked at the side-mirror, you would catch him sizing you up.

You let out a gasp as a hand wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you to face him. His face was inches apart from yours, a little bit closer and you were afraid that he'd hear the banging of your chest and see right through the mask you worked so hard to build. The tips of his long, silver bangs tingled on your forehead at the wind, sending goosebumps all over. His hawk eyes bore into your startled ones.

“Thanks for the ride. How can I repay you, princess?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Your moans filled Jay's ears as his hands ran over your body, he smirked when your nails dug into his shoulder. He moved back, admiring the marks he had left on your neck.

“Come here, doll” he commanded.

Jay smirked when you walked over to him with your cheeks flushed in red. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the breath out of you. He chuckled when your tongue tried to push itself to meet his. So needy.

He moaned when you shamelessly palmed his length. Jay shoved you backwards and bent you over a nearby table, earning a desperate whine from you.

“Patience, doll” he raised your skirt and slapped your ass.

“Jay, I want your-” you earned another smack.

“Manners,” 

With a single finger, he pulled out your panties and bent down to look at your sweet liquid dirtying the floor. 

He couldn't help but slide his cock into your long awaited hole. He was out of control. He pulled it back out only to throw his dick back in, thrusting into you at an unforgiving speed. He waited for this for too long.

When his dick twitched, he knew he was close. He thrusted faster, chasing his climax, but paused at the face he noticed outside the door. 

The liquid that formed on your eyes glistened from the light of the evening sun- a slight rainbow shielding your vision from the horrible sight before you. You watched his horrified expression as he rapidly untangled himself from the girl he was holding. You tore your eyes away and cursed your heart for being this fragile. You spent so long mending that stupid thing, but it all crumbled in a mere second. 

Your fists clenched at the high pitched whining and the shuffling noises behind you. Just like a flowing river, your tears fell, meeting your already drenched cheeks. You barged yourself into the furthest classroom in the corridor, and was grateful that it was empty.

Your body gave in to the nearest table, sitting yourself down and laying your head on your crossed arms. You dug your nails into your palms, creating red crescents on your skin and trying to feel anything but the throbbing pain in your chest. You could draw blood out of rage, but thought the better of it.

‘How could he… how could he be so-’ reality hit you like an arrow through your head.

It was never his fault- it was yours. Your stupid, childish brain who latched onto the pieces of the boy who used to wear formal shirts with matching bow ties.

“Y/n? Hey, you alright?” Your head raised up at the familiar voice and a soft hand on your arm. Without a second thought, you hid yourself in Sunoo's shirt, grateful that he didn't question you.

“If you like him, just say it,” his voice was lower than a whisper.

“What?” you forced yourself to look at him.

“I know you heard, don't lie to me, y/n”

“I-”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

You threw a cushion on the couch, frustrated that you were doing this just to host Jay and other random strangers tonight. You hated wasting time on people that didn't matter to you. Jay mattered once… but never again. You weren't going to get swayed by him once more. He can fuck any girl he wants- it was not going to bother you. You were done. You tried to maintain that confidence when you heard the main door open and the voices of your second parents fill the living room downstairs.

‘I'm gonna see his face any second now’

You wore a hollow expression when you saw Jay in his silver chains and his still unfamiliar fashion sense.

“Uh-” he walked awkwardly towards one of the sofas and leant on it.

“Oh, Jay- didn't see you there!” You said cheerfully, cutting him off like he did to you.

Startled was the only word in which he could explain the situation his brain was in. You were… smiling. After all he had done? Why were you smiling at him? And what was with your tone?

He was sure you were crying back in that classroom.

“Y/n, wait!” He yelled, shoving the girl who he imagined as you aside and ran after you silently.

After looking through every square glass panel on the doors, he finally spotted you hunching over a table. His heart ached at the way your body trembled with every sob you let out.

What has he done? You were crying. Again. All he did was make you cry. He was so idiotic to get turned on by that one moment when you locked eyes with him. Not to mention the fuel to the fire whenever he saw you. No amount of jerking off could satisfy him anymore. He needed you. He hated that he couldn't hold you when you were right next to him. 

So close but so far.

You needed consoling, but not from him. And so, he let his hand slip away from the handle of the door. Making a run for someone who was not him, he spotted Sunoo in the corridor. Perfect. He couldn't believe the contrast of how he was the only one for you, but now he was pathetically searching for someone else to replace him.

“Hey Jay, you seen y/n?” 

“Follow me” he said, grabbing Sunoo's wrist and leading him towards where you were. Sunoo looked at your state through the panel, and before he could turn the handle of the door, Jay halted him by the shoulder.

“You didn't hear this from me”

A/n: flashback to Yuna searching for her pencil Iike her life depended on it at like 3am and turns out it was in her hair GOSH. @yunabi436

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Past Mistakes Part Eleven: Torture - Mike Duarte x Reader

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Past Mistakes Series:

Part One: Try - Mike turns back up in your life after three years apart.

Part Two: Hope (NSFW) - Mike and you get reaquainted.

Part Three: California - Mike and you discuss the past.

Part Four: Favours - Mike asks Liv for a favour.

Part Five: Choices - Mike comes face to face with someone from his past.

Part Six: Truth Hurts - Mike begs you to tell him the truth about what happened three years ago.

Part Seven: Sharing - Mike and Joe have a conversation.

Part Eight: Buried - Mike discovers that McGrath’s misdeeds go far futher than he thought.

Part Nine: Complicated - Mike discusses moving forward.

Part 10: Feral - Mike returns to the apartment to find you’ve disappeared.

It’s the sharp slap across the face that brings you back to consciousness. The sudden jolt of pain across your left cheek. You barely have a second to orientate yourself before strong fingers grasp your jaw, jerking your head up.

You find yourself staring into the eyes of a monster.

Ryan Rosseau, Leader of First Nationals.

The man that you’ve been targeting for the past three years.

“There you are.” He murmurs almost affectionately, his thumb skating over the line of your jaw as his blue eyes bore into yours. “Back with us again.”

You try to wrench yourself away but agony sears through your body. You try to draw in a breath, but your lungs are compressed. The joints in your shoulders feel like they’re on fire. Your wrists are bound to a cold pipe above your head with handcuffs, the metal digging into your skin, leaving the skin raw and bloody, your fingertips tingling. Your body is stretched taut, toes barely gracing the concrete. It’s a stress position, one that’s meant to constrict your breathing and it’s working.

Your brain stumbles over the past few hours, you trip over your thoughts and memories as you struggle for something to grab hold of. You remember opening the apartment door, Rosseau standing before you. You’d been filled with a sense of dread the moment you’d laid eyes on him because he was back a day early and the look in his eyes…

The last time you’d seen it was when he’d almost beat a man to death.

It’s fractured from there. He knows you didn’t exist before you started working at his bar.  He visited your ‘old chapter’ on his recruitment tour, nobody knows you, the member you were supposed to be married died married to the cause, no partner in sight.

You’d tried to talk your way out of it…

That was the first time he’d hit you. The two of you had struggled after that, it had gotten chaotic. You’d smashed a whiskey bottle against his head, and he’d slammed you into a doorframe. You’d gone for your gun, it was tucked in the side pocket of the holdall on your bed, the one you’d packed for when you left with Mike. You hadn’t made it.

“It doesn’t matter who you are.” Rosseau tells you, his palm slipping down to your throat. He squeezes just a little, his fingertips digging into the flesh and you’re breath catches. “After tonight there won’t be enough of you left to identify.”

The pressure on your throat increases, the air rushing out of your lungs as black spots dance across your vision. This is how it ends you think, being strangled by a white supremacist in the basement of some shit hole. You gasp as he relinquishes his grip, the oxygen flooding back into your lungs as he takes a step back.

It’s only then that you realise the two of you aren’t alone. There’s a third man leaning alongside the door watching the exchange, he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing before he pushes off the wall and steps towards you.

“You paid for two hours with her. Do your worst.”” Rosseau says, tipping his head towards the rusted red toolbox that’s perched alongside of you. The other man stands before it, running his fingers over the edges, his thumb toying with the clasps. “We’ll clean up the mess after you’re done. It’s part of the service.”

Rosseau closes the door behind him, and you’re left at the mercy of the man who has just paid a white supremacist to torture you. He removes a set of bolt cutters from the toolbox, studying them intently before he tests them.

You already know what his intention is when he steps up in front of you. You inhale the spice of his aftershave when he leans in close, his clothes brushing over yours as he reaches up towards the cuffs, the bolt cutters in hand. You expect to feel the metal pinching at your fingers, you prepare yourself for it.

“This is probably going to hurt a little.” He says almost apologetically.

The pincers of the bolt cutter feel ice cold against the hollow of your wrist, it digs into bone before the metal grinds together as he exerts a little extra pressure on the tool. You hiss through your teeth as the cuff bends around your wrist, cutting into the skin.

“What are you…”

“I’m Captain Declan Murphy with the Hate Crimes Division and we’re getting you the fuck out of here.”

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[wellgoslowly]

since yall liked part one so much- part two!! of my locklyle fake dating/fake kiss fic mwah ha ha

thanks, you guys for all of the love on the first part!! i decided to feed yall with a little lucy yearning for lockwood and the trio just being chaotic in general plus some lore behind why lockwood and lucy are in the situation from the first part in the first place :) also this probably would take place more in tv canon, about a month after the end of the season

EARLIER THAT DAY - 8 HOURS BEFORE

“Lockwood, there is no possible way that we’re going to be able to get this job done. I have no time to even scratch the surface of this sword’s history- it’s too dangerous!” 

George was fuming. It wasn’t even eight in the morning and the three residents of 35 Portland Row were already gathered in the kitchen, letting soft early morning light filter in through the open window. A breeze blew in, causing George to shiver in annoyance before turning around and stomping upstairs, probably in pursuit of a hoodie to combat the chill. 

Lockwood groaned, running a hand through his hair and running after George. Lucy suppressed a laugh, but she knew that George was right. They were immensely underprepared and unequipped to take on this case, and yet Lockwood had immediately told the client that she could count on Lockwood & Co. to take care of her predicament, much to the disdain of Lucy and George. 

The ‘predicament’ that this client had been experiencing? Extremely dangerous clusters of Type Twos.

Ms. Matilda Motland had inherited an extremely haunted manor belonging to her grandfather, the notorious serial killer Harold Motland. He was known for luring transients, specifically agents traveling to London in search of mainstream agency work, to his estate. There he would either kill them with an old family sword or, when there were enough dead bodies and Visitors that dwelled within the Motland Manor, he would retire the sword and force these young agents to die of ghost touch in an attempt to avert any suspicious looks that might come his way.

His killing spree lasted for almost 40 years and had resulted in twenty three victims killed on the premises, so when the trio of Lockwood & Co. had gone to the manor the previous night to contain the Sources of the twenty three victims, it had proven to be a tense and nearly fatal night.

And it made things so, so much worse that Harold Motland’s Source, the notorious sword he had used to start his killings, the thing that they were truly meant to contain, had been stolen by relic men from right under their noses as they dealt with the ghosts of all of the victims. 

And now Anthony Lockwood, the madman he was, had just told his best friends that he had set up something with Flo for that night which entailed a heist at another auction. Because the last one went so well.

There was yelling coming from upstairs, but Lucy wasn’t really paying attention- she had picked up a pencil and was busy sketching the three residents of 35 Portland Row on the thinking cloth. This is something she did somewhat regularly- it was somewhat cathartic for her, combining her favorite people with her favorite hobby. 

“Do I have to remind you what happened during your last auction heist?” George yelled from upstairs. “George is right!” Lucy yelled, trying to make sure that the boys could hear her. Immediately, she heard George shout “Thank you, Lucy!” at the same time that Lockwood groaned. She chuckled.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, announcing George and Lockwood’s return to the kitchen, Lucy finished up her sketch and strategically laid her elbow on the table, leaning so her body would cover it.

She normally did this- drawing the three of them in random places on the thinking cloth that wouldn’t be seen until she had left or until objects were moved while she wasn’t in the room. This way she could ensure that the boys knew she liked to draw the three of them, rather than doing it for instant praise.

She could always tell if the boys saw the drawings while she was out or not in the room- she would come downstairs to get some tea and George and Lockwood would look up from whatever they were doing to offer her appreciative smiles. 

Lucy Carlyle wasn’t great with words, so she made sure that her actions could show these two idiotic boys she had grown to love that they were her family, and she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“You just had to side with him, didn’t you Luce?” Lockwood asked as he walked back into the kitchen, immediately walking to the counter to put the kettle on. George trailed behind him with a prideful grin on his face, obviously warmer than before due to the help of his oversized hoodie and his slippers. 

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to personally spite you, Lockwood. George is right. We don’t have the time or the resources to pull this off successfully. We were confident that nothing was going to go wrong last time, and it ended up being a shitshow. I say that we let DEPRAC take over this time. I don’t want any of us to end up in the Thames again.” 

George made a noise of agreement from where he sat across the table from Lucy, nodding at Lucy’s suggestion. “Yes, please Lockwood. We can give this to Barnes- you know he’d give us at least a little financial compensation for the lead on the auction.”

Lucy was about to say something in agreement, but her train of thought was interrupted as she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She turned to see Lockwood with a plate of toast, prepared just the way she liked: butter, with a little bit of jelly. She smiled and moved to accept the plate, forgetting the drawing she had been hiding until Lockwood leaned down to inspect it. 

She had never seen him look at one of her drawings while she was in the room, and she didn’t know how to feel. She awaited his feedback with a little bit of anxiety, her eyes seeking out George for some sort of help. He just rolled his eyes and muttered about how Lockwood never prepared him toast, which was a total lie. 

Lucy turned her eyes back to Lockwood’s head, which was now precariously close to her own. Finally, finally, he smiled. It wasn’t one of the cocky grins while out on a job or fighting with Kipps- it was pure appreciation and utter adoration. “Good job, Luce. I think this is my favorite one.” He whispered, and Lucy could feel her face heat up as Lockwood turned away from the table, now on a mission to make George a piece of toast since he so kindly asked for it. 

“Look, everything will be fine. I promise.” He said after a couple of minutes, setting down mugs full of tea in front of Lucy and George, then turning back around to retrieve one for himself. “Flo and I have planned out everything- she’s going to come over to go over the plan.” Lucy was about to speak up, but Lockwood held out a hand to stop her. “Barnes already knows. He’ll be a couple of blocks away in case something goes awry or we need assistance.” 

Lockwood grinned at his friends over the brim of his mug as he took a sip. “Really. We’re going to be fine.” There was banging on the door, and Lockwood jumped up, a grin on his face. “That will be Flo. I’ll go get the door.” Lucy could’ve sworn he seemed almost excited at the idea of possibly dying at the hands of the Winkmans or whoever else might decide that they didn’t like the look of him at this terrifying auction. 

Before leaving the kitchen, he turned back to his friends and chuckled. “It’s Lockwood & Co. What could possibly go wrong?” And then he was gone. 

Lucy and George groaned in unison, the former muttering “famous last words” under her breath. 

[drusillatitova]

( megan fox, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that DRUSILLA IVANOVNA TITOVA is a 182 (33) year old PHLEBOTAMIST that’s been in Chicago for TWO YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 3 with the power of VAMPIRE PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re OPULENT and ALOOF. If you ask me, they remind me of mirrors covered with white sheets, blood trickling down a pale throat, the feeling of being stalked like prey. They are affiliated with THE DAMNED. 

basics;

FULL NAME: drusilla ivanovna titova NICKNAMES: dru (pronounced drew) GENDER: female BIRTHDATE: january 17th SPECIES: mutant AFFILIATION: the damned

personality;

ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil ZODIAC: capricorn MBTI: istj POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, ambitious, honest, diligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: impatient, brutal, serious, superiority 

childhood;

drusilla is a direct descendant of vlad the impaler. she was hatched from a slimy, green, vampire egg (van helsing style) laid by one of dracula’s many brides in 1841. 

raised in an underground vampire lair in russia. the older vampires brought food down for the babies to feed from. they weren’t allowed to go up to the surface until they had their bloodlust under control. 

left to her own devices most of the time. with not much else to do, she bullied the runts of the vampire litters. she was queen bee of the vampire children.

she reached full, physical maturity at eight years old. she has the body of a woman in her early 30′s. 

adulthood;

after ten years with her original coven, drusilla left moscow to travel to omsk. she tore through the city and the population quickly decreased. she was left bored, bloated, and still not satisfied.

spent years as a loner, travelling from city to city and causing carnage. her mother stepped in after a couple of years and warned drusilla that if she didn’t stop, she’d have to be terminated for drawing too much attention from humans. 

with the threat of murder hanging in the air, drusilla left russia and travelled to italy and rome. not that she behaved much better there. the rumour going around about the creature who massacred popes was not just a rumour... she had a particular craving for the sanctimonious blood of the roman catholic church. 

drusilla formed her own coven while out in italy. they called her ‘the countess’. she gained quite a large following and her word was their law. she even invited humans in, promising the gift of eternal life if they betrayed their fellow humans and brought them to the lair. 

she never kept her word, obviously. they all ended up as meals for the coven. again, the population began to dwindle and she had to move on before her mother carried out her threat. 

the coven travelled with her from country to country. germany, france, finland, ireland, scotland, england; anywhere in europe, really. the coven only grew larger and stronger, now filled with vampires from all over the world. 

in 1901, the coven went overseas to america. it ended up being the biggest mistake that drusilla could’ve made. vampire hunters were out in heavy force over there. no matter how many times the coven moved, they were found and chased out. many vampires were lost to stakes and silver bullets in the process.

vampires are vengeful creatures, so they of course tried to avenge their dead. it only worsened the problem, leading to more deaths until they were driven underground. they could no longer live in the public eye. they only left at night in their shapeshifting forms to feed. 

they lived that way until 1916 when they caught a boat filled with soldiers heading to european soil. the war was quite beneficial for vampires. plenty of casualties to feed on, able to easily blend into the carnage and chaos. 

moved back to moscow after the first war. stayed there and merged with her original coven until 1963. by that point, drusilla was incredibly bored. she fled her coven in the middle of the day and headed back to america. it’d be easy to go unnoticed if she was alone. 

she’s been living the usa ever since. every few years, she moves cities and changes her job due to never ageing. she doesn’t want to raise suspicion. there are plenty of other mutants who are out and proud these days, but she prefers to stay true to her roots and never stay in one place too long. hunters still exist, and she can’t forget her losses over the years.

present day; 

drusilla is now living in chicago and works as a phlebotomist. she has easy access to any kind of blood bags she needs, and it’s a job she doesn’t mind doing. she has her thirst under control enough to not pounce on every bleeding human or mutant she meets.

unfortunately, she joined the damned. she has nothing better to do, so why not? she deeply regrets it after meeting the other members. not that she’ll admit it, dru also misses having a coven. this is the closest she can get to being a part of one again. 

she still doesn’t take much care when it comes to feeding. she often rips through prison yards because they’re people nobody is going to really miss or care about. she’ll also go on a binging spree through neighbourhoods whenever she pleases. it’s easy to gain access to any place when your shapeshifting form is mist.

powers & abilities; 

retractable fangs

superhuman strength, speed, stamina, agility, durability & senses

wall scaling like a spoider

hypnosis/compulsion (vampire diaries tease)

irresistible beauty (easy to be drawn in by her)

immortality

shapeshifting into mist

regenerative healing

true vampire face (very ugly. do not recommend angering her enough to see it)

flight/hovering

blood bonding (teehee!!!)

animal control (she controls crows to spy on people/see through their eyes)

weaknesses & limitations;

silver in any form touching her skin

garlic

vervain (she can’t hypnotise/compel/drink your blood if you hold or wear it)

religious iconography

dead people blood (it would make her sick and weak)

iron/wooden stakes

exsanguination (this can occur if she stays in a place she was not invited into for too long. she’d lose her blood through her pores and die)

no reflection

dismembering her

fire

holy water

werewolves

magic

[hollandmbryant]

STATISTICS:

Label: the wanderer

Full Name: Holland May Bright Bryant

Nicknames: Holly

Birthplace: Salt Lake City, Utah

Parentage: Daniel and Morgan Bright

Greek Zodiac: Gemini

Element: Air

Temperament: Melancholic

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Role: Gatherer

Occupation: Cashier at Auntie Em's

character inspo — adam hayes (the bright sessions), alyce (malice), vivian greywick (wicked academia), grace foster (crave)

trigger warnings for child neglect, child abuse, gaslighting

BIOGRAPHY: 

Daniel Bright and Morgan Lee met in college where Daniel was studying to be a geneticist and Morgan was studying biology. The two only met because they both had a work ethic that was better than most of the other students at the college. They quickly found that they both liked to be in the labs at the same time and started hanging out outside of working on their own projects. Though they had few friends, it was no surprise to anyone that the two of them started dating and got married. Both of them landed jobs in their respective fields after graduating with PhDs. Not long after Cassidy was born and the family moved to a comfortable home in Salt Lake City, Utah. Three years after Cassidy came their son, Henry. Holland was a bit of an accident, but none the less an excitement to the family.

While Holland’s childhood was particularly boring and not very interesting, she was mostly raised by her siblings. It wasn't until Holland turned eight that things began to change in her house. Although the Brights did their best to shelter their children from the news, the two older children were able to pick up on what was going on around them. Holland, being too young to understand, had no idea what her parents were scared of, which was fine enough for her parents. Holland’s life mostly didn’t change, but she noticed her parents pulling away from society more and more. Their city home home traded for a house in the country. Then things started disappearing: phones, television, radio. The books she had access to, changed to older book, written before her time with no events from the present. She didn't know any better, though her siblings did. When she turned thirteen, her brother left home and her parents became unhinged, opening up their home to other like minded people, creating a community behind closed doors, something dangerous.

Instead of going to school like a normal child, the Bright family previously homeschooled their children, then let their community teach them. The people in their community were well vetted individuals. Anything strange or unusual was reported on by other members and then the guilty party was forced to leave, or so Holland was told. If that was actually the case, she wasn't told otherwise. Since most media was banned from their house, so she learned to draw, learned to entertain herself with whatever her parents did allow in the house. Holland grew up hearing arguments between her older sister and her parents about how they were prisoners in their own home, yet they still had more freedoms to leave than Holland ever had. But it was the only thing she’d ever known, so how could she complain? 

Holland always felt like a bit of an outsider among her family members, though she never knew why. Her life was a constant state of not feeling like she could trust or talk to anyone. She grew into a kid surrounded by money, surrounded by people, but isolated and lonely to a point that she was sure other people didn’t live like this. Years and years of asking her parents why they weren’t allowed to leave the house and go into town and why they had to learn from tutors rather than school like some people. She never got an answer.

By the time she was fifteen, her siblings had moved out by then, it was only Holland and her parents. Cassidy did come home often, as she ended up in school not too far away, but Holland never heard from her brother. Holland was told there were monsters in the world. People capable of harming her with dangerous weapons, angry people that wanted her dead. Where she lived, the community her parents created was a safe haven from these monsters, since they looked like normal humants. Holland was told she was safe at home, safe behind closed doors and away from the general public. “We’re doing everything we can to protect you from them,” her mom said, misty eyed. And who was Holland to distrust anything her mom said? “We want to stop these monsters from hurting people,” her dad told her. Holland believed him. Her parents gave her more freedoms then, more books to read and information about the world around her, even if it was all a lie. Misinformation written by members of the community in order to show her what kinds of people there were in the world. 

Holland believed them, until she was eighteen and found a locked door in the mansion and her parents' Doomsday plan. But what did that mean? How could the world really be that horrible? She didn't understand how just humans could be that terrible. And yet they had news stories about good things, new stories about their community and what people thought about them. Cult. That's what this was. Horrified by this information, she stole a bunch of money from her parents, paid someone to forge documents with a new name, and moved out of the country. If she kept a low enough profile, her parents would never find her. After all, they’d never found Henry. 

She traveled all over the country, not staying in a place long. Even if she had no idea what to do other than keep running. That's how she ended up in Huntsville. And somehow it felt like both a relief and a curse.

[the-after-eight]

Game status

I talked about the games I played, but I'd like to clarify them a little more, so here we go! I added colors depending on the GM, and the crossed one is a former GM that definitively left the group, and the black one is not someone from our regular one. We're still playing together with all the colored ones!

Hazegela

Greta's group : this game doesn't really have a name. Status : stopped ; Character : Greta (@greta-wiljhem)

Thullia : in this one, our characters started building an alliance. It's settled in the same reality then the other group, but many years before. Status : stopped ; Character : Noria (@noria-martinus-bittus)

Warhammer FRP

Peasants group : I struggled to remember the setting but it turns out it was Warhammer with the Hazegela rules. Basically, we were a group of peasants going for adventure. Status : stopped ; Character : Cyano (@cyano-bacterie)

Chaotic party : this group is composed of chaotic characters. Status : stopped ; Character : Nagh (@naghharath)

Loyal party : there wasn't really a party to this one, I just had a character and we played twice. Nothing crazy here. The DM back then never mentioned if it was the same reality or time period then for the chaotic party. Basically, the game was stopped. However, I decided to try GMing WFRP, so I took a few decisions. Hence, I chose to put both games in the same time and place, they are just two different groups of people. Also, there are going to be two realities, because I had many people to play, so I made two teams (Geheimnisnacht Discordia and Old World Dissonances). I decided to relaunch this because I wanted to play my character again. Status : stopped, ongoing/to come ; Character : Adélaïde (@adelaide-lanshasaa)

The Ennemi Within : An official campaign of the Warhammer Fantasy RP, in 5 books. Sounds really interesting, I'm glad I had the opportunity to try it as a player, with a different group then the usual one (I already used all the colors available on tumblr but our DM here is yet another one) ! Status : Ongoing; Character : Sister Lorelei (@lorelei-versengold)

Maléfices

Here, we only played two one-shots, I don't remember much, not even the name of my characters. Status : finished ; Characters : The first one was a man and the second one a woman

Néphilim

It's generally the same campaign; we finished our campaign but will still play with our characters. Status : ongoing ; Character : Lil' Louis (@ptit-louis)

Agents of Shield

To be honest... There has been only two scenarios right now. But the second one began between Infinity War and Endgame and I'm super excited! Status : paused ; Character : Miranda (@miranda-sts)

Chroniques Oubliées

Anatazérïn : this is the actual name of the campaign we are playing. Status : ongoing ; Character : Hellwen (@hellwen-ward)

The guild : this is a game where we all have different characters that are all part of an important guild. We get to pick which character we want to play at the beginning of the scenario! We didn't really settle if this is the same reality then Anatazérïn or not. Status : ongoing, occasional playing ; Characters : Sal'aäd and Nikita (@salaad-dronnoc, @nikita-deimos)

Clairval prequel : That's a game we played a few times, it's a prequel from Anatazérïn! Status : paused ; Character : Lalwen (she doesn't have a page since we played only two scenarios with them, and so far the GM has no plans with them)

Champions

Champions main : we didn't really named this one, we just call it "Champions". This game is still ongoing, and we are about to start a big campaign for it, with two parallel teams (A and B probably). The GM decided to split the players because there are too many of us now, but since I'm drawing the comics and have two characters, I'll get to be in both! Status : ongoing ; Characters : Captain Glucose and Rubisco Boy, After Eight (@captain-glucose, @captain-glucose-sidekick, @the-after-eight)

Young Justice : here, we play young students learning heroism, a bit like in "My Hero Academia" (well that's what they told me). Compared to the regular game, it's a different reality in the future, where Captain Glucose became the principal of the school (for exemple). Status : ongoing ; Character : Propaganda (@propaganda-hero)

Borderline : one of our player wanted to try GMing a darker version of Champions, where the heroes are more borderline and break laws, even kill ennemies, unlike the regular version. We consider it like a third reality of Champions. Status : paused ; Character : Crimson Columbine (she doesn't have a blog because the GM stopped and stopped most TTRPGs so I doubt that I'll play her again, and we only had two scenarios)

Alea : this is actually the version of Champions GMed by a different guy, I created After Eight for this game to be honest. This is not "Z-Heroes canon" at all, but it's worth mentionning, I had a lot of fun ! We played with an association, and always had different players trying the game ! Status : stopped ; Character : After Eight (@the-after-eight)

Dofus

We were playing a bunch of kids here, we play occasionally, but recently started a campaign. Status : ongoing ; Character : Tony (@tony-redrum)

Würm

We were playing a group of prehistoric people, online. Status : stopped ; Character : Beihd-Aig (no blog)

Harry Potter

A group of new students arrive in Hogwarts, five years after the books' setting... Status : to come ; Character : Noria M. Helveticus (@noria-helveticus)

Demon Slayer

Before the events of the manga, we are playing young slayers that just did their exam in the mountain (that was the first scenario). Status : ongoing ; character : Morri (@morrigan-sahar)

Final Fantasy XIV

Can't wait to start this game ! We don't know much about it yet, but with @lapatatecosmique-ttrpg we planned something cool for our characters that are going to be pirates ! Status : upcoming ; character : E'Calix Nunh (@e-calix)

[garbagesimp]

LEONARDO

Gets EXTREMELY ANGRY when someone (other than donnie) calls him Nardo. it’s a twin thing. get over it.

on a same but slightly different note: leo never yells. like he “yells” when he’s excited or in the middle of the fight but he NEVER gets hot-angry. he only gets cold-angry and uses the extra energy it generates to just dig at the other person. like he starts digging a hole, hands them the shovel, says “get to it asshole” and they dig their own graves.

scarily persuasive. could coax nuclear codes out of a brainwashed, lizard being, warcrime committing government official and get away with it.

transmasc with a sprinkle of extremely gay. whenever i see someone go “leo is straight >>:[[[[[” i think “have they ever even?? watched rottmnt????” cause like other iterations? totally, yeah, mans straight as fuck (or transfem but we’re not here for that rn) THIS VERSION THO? have you seen the way he stands??

splinter doesn’t play favorites but if he did it would be leo because he reminds splinter the most of himself. which also gets him the title of least favorite, but that happens with everyone. splinter ain’t special.

is. terrifyingly good at reading body language. can tell you’re lying before you even lie. is part of the reason he’s so good at getting under peoples’ skin

toxic trait #1: intentionally pokes at insecurities!! like that scene in the movie where leo pretends to not be listening when raph is spilling his damn heart out?? THAT’S A COMMON OCCURANCE. he mostly does it when he’s frustrated with how little his family trusts him. major soft spot for him. so of course he lashes out, cause that’s how the Hamato family roll.

(minor tangent: the fact that so many 2012/rise crossovers focus on how dysfunctional the 2012 fam are while glorifying and praising the rise fam just like. completely ignore the negative traits, especially with raph and leo? like mikey too, but they completely disregard raph’s lack of trust in his brothers and leo’s shitty communication skills. i have more to say about this but i’ll do that in a different post)

to the people who write fics or draw comics or even just CLAIM that leo spend days/months in the prison dimension: first of all how dare you make me feel things second of all i can only justify this alternative telling of events if leo loses his right leg or his left arm. yes it has to be one of those two specifically, if you know you know.

toxic trait #2: is actually Just That Cocky. is it partially a defense mechanism? yup. does he actually think he is god? YUP.

not explicitly amoral but would do A Lot for the sake of his brothers. like Raph and Donnie take it further than Leo would, but people would die.

became the medic of the group because of his idolization of Raph. got his first medkit when he was around eight or nine, but starting researching when he was seven. raph Really Really wanted to help patch up his brothers but his “clumsy hands” couldn’t manage the precision work his dad could do, but because of Splinter’s terrible vision (it’s a rat thing) he struggled to do it on his own. hence Leo stepping in, because Donnie was usually the one getting hurt (and also hates the smell and look of blood) and Mikey was still like, really young.

is probably chaotic neutral? might be chaotic good. i struggle with alignments but i think it works.

[beginningofwonderland]

Prologue - Truth or Dare

Word count: 3.9k

genre: suggestive (MINORS DNI!)

Part 1 of Stuck Together

Contents: This is a (not so) small intro chapter to the series to set the *cough* pLoT. There is no smut in this one but a lot of suggestive stuff and mentions of kinks.

I really don't like this chapter myself but it's the intro and a lot of people still enjoyed it so I don't want to delete this. But I promise the other chapters are better.

"Due to the sudden outbreak of the Corona virus within the university staff, all residents of school housing are forbidden to leave their apartments for the following 14 days and will have to remain in quarantine. Everyone has to stay in their respective housing complexes." The announcement rang through the entire campus housing building.

"They have got to be fucking kidding me," you said out loud and immediately left your desk to go to the hallway and check for your roommates.

In the hallway almost all doors were wide open as you were met with incredulous faces.

"Are they really locking us up for two weeks?" Wooyoung asked in disbelief.

"Looks like it," Jongho replied with an annoyed shrug.

"Following these precautions, the final exams will be postponed until next month."

This late statement sparked much more enthusiastic responses among the boys.

"That means we have two weeks of vacation!" Yeosang cheered.

"Trapped in our fucking dorm," Seonghwa added still annoyed.

"I can't believe I will be trapped with all eight of you idiots for two weeks," you muttered under your breath but all of them seemed to hear you perfectly clear as they looked at you.

"Be glad it's us, at least we're fun!" Wooyoung snapped back.

"Why don't we ever do fun things then?" you replied to him with a sulk.

"Y/n is right, We should use this free time to have some fun. Maybe we can play some games and have a few drinks?" Hongjoong suggested to lighten up the mood.

"GAMES!" an excited San screamed and with that your plans for the evening were settled.

"We'll see us in the living room later than," Seonghwa concluded after you set some plans and everyone retreated to their room.

You now didn't feel enough time pressure anymore to continue your studies and instead thought about the upcoming evening.

You loved spending time with your chaotic flatmates. Even if they were annoying sometimes.

Opening your closet you roamed through the clothes stacked in messy piles. If I spent the evening with eight handsome guys I might as well dress up.

───────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────────

You helped pushing the furniture towards the sides so that you could sit on the ground together comfortably around the small couch table. Towards the back of the room, Wooyoung and San stacked up all the alcohol they found in the apartment, which proved to be way more than everyone thought.

"Before anyone gets themselves a drink, I have an idea for a game," Jongho announced as soon as everyone had been gathered.

"That can't be a good one," Seonghwa muttered lowly but you heard him as he was standing right next to you.

"Then tell us," Mingi said impatiently. He was just about to get himself something to drink. Everyone looked at Jongho expectantly.

"Everyone mixes up a drink and then we draw lots to see who gets which drink."

You heard Seonghwa groan in annoyance next to you and you couldn't help but agree. But the evil inhabitants of your dorm were already way to excited about the idea.

Wooyoung flashed a cheeky grin, while Yeosang just smirked inwardly, clearly planning a horrific mixture in his head.

"Okay, but at least make it somewhat drinkable..." Hongjoong agreed with a sigh.

And with that everyone scattered around the drink table and started mixing up a drink. You were torn between multiple options. You did like cocktails but didn't want anything too strong early in the evening. After all you could happen to pull your own drink.

You decided on a very neutral option in the end and simply poured a glass of white wine. Your own wine to be exact. It was the only bottle inside the apartment except for Seonghwa's cooking wine which he had deemed undrinkable.

Yeosang looked at you in disappointment: "You're no fun Y/n."

"You will regret saying that once you pull your own... mixture of hell or whatever that is." You looked at his glass in disgust. You knew he had added at least 3 different kinds of hard liquor and were even more afraid that he would top it with either beer or milk, which some idiot had added to the table as well.

In the end, you hadn't paid attention to what most of the boys were mixing up so almost all the drinks were an absolute mysteries to you. You all lined them up next to each other and every drink got a number. Jongho had already prepared little slips of paper with the numbers on them to draw.

"Ok, who wants to go first," he asked with an evil grin on his face as he tossed the lots into a bowl.

"I'll get this over with," Seonghwa said and drew a piece of paper. "It's number 7."

"That's mine," San announced with a delighted smile and you immediately felt bad for Seonghwa. The glass he picked up is filled with a brown liquid and he eyed it with a look of displeasure.

When the others encouraged him to take a sip he did and as soon as the flavour hit him, he started gagging.

"What the fuck did you put in there?" he asked San with a furious expression on his face.

"Just about everything," the younger said more than satisfied.

You continued the number drawing and soon it was your turn.

"Number 4," you said and looked at the glass.

"That's mine," Hongjoong announced with a hint of jealousy. The mixture he got from Wooyoung looked much less pleasant than what he had mixed up himself. "It's just a gin tonic."

You breathed out in relieve and when you tasted the drink you found it quite pleasant. You shot Hongjoong a thankful smile which he responded to with a small wink that unexpectedly made your heart flutter and you looked down quickly.

Yeosang ended up getting your white wine and he looked like a pleased prince as he sipped on it. You all settled down and you end up sitting between San on your right and Yeosang on your left.

"Now that we all have something to drink, what do we play?" Mingi asked into the group.

"How about truth or dare?" Wooyoung suggested and as soon as those words left his mouth you knew you've gotten yourself into trouble. After all, you're the only girl with 8 men playing a game that's usually used for only dirty questions and dares.

Noone seemed to object, so an excited Wooyoung started: "But there is one extra rule! Everyone has one chance to ask a group question, when truth gets picked. We all have to answer then."

""And if we don't want to?" a sulking Mingi asked.

"Then you drink you coward!" Wooyoung answered with a scowl. "Alright," he looked around the room for his first victim. "Seonghwa, truth or dare?"

The older eyed Wooyoung sceptically. "Truth."

A bright grin spread on Wooyoung's face and he was clearly up to no good: "When was the last time you got laid?"

Your eyes widened at the directness of the question. You didn't expect this game to go south that fast. Seonghwa glared at him like he was about to get up and beat the living shit out of Wooyoung.

The latter noticed and added even more smugly: "It's just a game, Seonghwa. If you're too shy to answer you can drink up."

He knew very well that drinking whatever hell San mixed up for him was not really an option.

"Like... three months ago," he said with a straight face.

"Damn, that's why you're so cranky lately," Wooyoung added and Jongho and San chuckle at his remark. Seonghwa kept glaring at him for a second before moving on with the game.

"San, truth or dare?"

The younger stopped laughing and looked mildly afraid. "Dare?"

"You have to laugh like Wooyoung for the rest of the game," Seonghwa decided and Wooyoung looked at him offendedly.

"Why would you do that to us, Seonghwa?" Hongjoong asked with a tired expression as soon as San started imitating Wooyoung's shrieking laugh. You flinched from the volume right beside you.

"If he does that the entire evening, I'll go deaf," you complained and Seonghwa looked at you in worry.

"Okay, then just until it's his turn again."

San nodded and picked the next person. "Yeosang, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"You have been listening to this one song a lot lately, what was it again, Sexyback by Justin Timberlake."

Yeosang shifted next to you nervously.

"Last week I walked in on you dancing to it. Why don't you give us a little show."

Yeosang's face turned a deep crimson colour as everyone looked at him.

"He's not gonna do it anyway," Jongho teased with an amused grin.

Fuelled by the challenge, Yeosang put on a determined face and got up after taking another sip of his wine for confidence. "Okay, play the song."

A shocked looking Hongjoong, who was in control of the music, looked for the song and finally played it.

You could feel the nervousness drip off of Yeosang but he still tried to look confident in his spot in front of the speakers. As soon as he started moving to the beat, it was like a switch inside of him was flipped.

You had never seen Yeosang dance and to say you were shocked was a massive understatement. He moved in strong and fluid movements and his eyes held a dangerous gleam. When he went to the floor for his next move you covered your mouth in shock.

Wooyoung's shriek was audible over the music and Jongho started picking up objects around him in order to cope with the second-hand embarrassment.

When Yeosang stopped you realized that you had held your breath the entire time. You couldn't help but feel flustered. It was like you shouldn't have seen what you just saw.

As Yeosang returned to his place next to you he slumped down and buried his face in his hands, embarrassment now settling in.

"You took that dare personally, damn." Mingi said and you had to agree. You never knew Yeosang could be like that. He always struck you as shy and cute.

Trying to recover from his embarrassment he continued the game: "Mingi, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Drink half of that terrible stuff you mixed up for Hongjoong."

"I hate you," Mingi said but got the glass from Hongjoong and emptied half of it at once.

"Thank god," Hongjoong announced in relieve as he received his glass back. Mingi meanwhile was making choking noises before he finally pulled himself together again.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

Mingi was absolutely unpredictable with these kinds of games so you went for the seemingly easier choice: "Truth."

"Who do you find the most attractive out of us?"

The question took you off guard and you really had to ponder about it for a few seconds. "You're all handsome, that question is unfair."

"That's not an answer," Wooyoung said a little too insistent and you had to suppress a laugh.

"Can I at least chose two?"

Mingi nodded impatiently. Everyone looked at you attentively waiting for an answer. You had never witnessed them all so quiet before.

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa," you finally announced and watched for their reactions carefully.

Hongjoong's head perked up, he looked surprised that you had mentioned him. Seonghwa however had a smug little grin going on and to your demise it made him look even more attractive.

"Those two?" Jongho asked in disbelief which earned him a glare from Seonghwa.

You shrug at the youngest apologetically: "You made me chose so live with the consequences."

The choice really was anything but easy. All of them were incredibly good-looking and each had their own personal charm. But something about the oldest two always made you especially light-headed whenever they looked at you.

These are still your roommates, you idiot, you thought to yourself.

"Hongjoong, truth or dare?"

"Truth," the older replied in an instant. He looked at you curiously and you felt your heart rate increasing under his gaze.

"Great, then I'll make use of my group question."

Protest rang around the room as you smiled, very pleased with yourself. They had brought this upon themselves.

"If you've ever thought about kissing me, raise a hand."

You were a little afraid that noone would raise their hand and you would look dumb as hell with your question. But you knew your roommates too well to not catch them staring at you whenever you were wearing short clothes or when you bend down to pick something up from the ground. They thought they were smart but sometimes they were more than obvious.

Seonghwa raised his hand without hesitation and with the way his dark eyes fixed on yours, you felt like you could crumble beneath his gaze any second.

San and Wooyoung lifted theirs in unison which was almost creepy but you were not surprised. Especially Wooyoung really couldn't hide his stares at all.

Hongjoong raised his hand as well but he couldn't quite seem to look you in the eyes. By now you were starting to feel flustered. Do I really have that effect on them?

You were even more shocked to see that one after another every single one of them raised their hand. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and mildly regretted the question.

"Well, you got your answer," Wooyoung chuckled, finding amusement in your visibly flustered state.

"I sure did." you replied, still not sure what to think.

"Wooyoung, truth or dare?" Hongjoong suddenly continued.

"Dare," he chose without hesitation.

"Give me back the headphones you borrowed from me two months ago."

Wooyoung looked thrown off guard but then smiled. "Wow, you really got me with that one. I'll give them to you after the game."

Hongjoong shook his head in annoyance. He knew already that he wouldn't ever see those headphones again.

Wooyoung continued to dare Jongho to try to break a watermelon with his bare hands which to everyone's surprise he actually succeeded at.

"San, truth or dare?" Jongho continued.

"Truth."

A wildly evil grin spread on the youngest face and you prepared yourself for the worst. But there was no way to prepare for what he got you all into next.

"I'll take use of my group question as well."

You felt the room go silent. Everyone was secretly afraid of Jongho as you know very well that he did not hold back in situations like this.

He relished in the silence for another second before he revealed his question: "Everyone has to name one kink that they have."

Your eyes widened in shock and there was absolutely no sound inside the room except for the music playing in the background. Seonghwa looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets and the others stared at Jongho in different stages of disbelief.

"Wow, you really are a bunch of cowards," Jongho laughed not seeming the least bit uncomfortable under all the stares. "I'll even be nice and answer it myself as well. I have a thing for choking others," he revealed with a smirk.

In response, Yeosang choked on his drink and Jongho looked annoyed. "Not that kind of choking."

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark and San next to you did the same. He can't be serious though?, you thought. I'm going to die if I say that out loud.

For a moment you thought everyone would just object to his question but unfortunately, Wooyoung didn't mind answering as well: "I definitely have a praise kink. Something about getting compliments just feels too good."

"Why is that not surprising at all," Seonghwa muttered as he rolled his eyes.

By now your skin was burning in hotness and you couldn't seem to look anyone into the eye. You really tried your best not to think of your roommates in a sexual way up until this point but this game was making that impossible.

Wooyoung and Jongho looked around expectantly, waiting for someone else to answer.

"I have a daddy kink," Seonghwa said with a straight face and you feel like you can't trust your ears any longer.

"Which way though?" Wooyoung asked snickering.

"Do I look like I call other people daddy?" the older replied with a glare and you couldn't breathe anymore.

The worst thing was that Seonghwa's answer had been the first thing that came to your mind as well when Jongho asked the question. But now you couldn't possibly admit to the same thing after Seonghwa already said it. And even worse: You couldn't stop thinking about Seonghwa having a daddy kink.

I will never be able to look at the boys the same.

"I'm very dominant," San said. "If that counts as a kink?"

"We'll accept that," Jongho replied. You felt like you were about to scream because you were so flustered.

"I like to make them beg," Hongjoong added to the collection of kinks you had acquired in the room and your head was getting dizzy. An image of Hongjoong towering over you with a smirk flashed through your imagination and you had to shake your head to concentrate back on reality.

I am not drunk enough for this yet, you thought as you took another sip of your drink.

"Don't be shy, Y/n." Jongho taunted you. "Or have we traumatized you already."

"No, it's not that." You answered trying to keep your voice stable. "I just don't know which one to tell you."

THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING THING TO SAY! But you realized that too late.

Jongho's eyes widened and he looked incredibly amused. "Wow, so many to chose from?"

You internally punched yourself and already knew that they would never let you live this down. "That's not what I meant. Ok, I'll give you something to think about. I have a praise and a degradation kink at the same time."

You emptied your glass as soon as you finished the sentence. You couldn't believe that you just said that out loud.

"How is that supposed to work?" Wooyoung questioned.

"Oh, easy!" Seonghwa answered. "You just tell her what a good little slut she is and that should do the job."

You started violently choking on your drink and Yeosang had to slap your back multiple times before you regained your ability to breathe. Seonghwa looked at me with an evil grin: "Am I right?"

"Basically, yes." Is all you could say before you stared at the ground to recover from this. Seonghwa's words made you way hotter than they should be and you were trying really hard not to think about his raspy voice saying that again right next to you ear.

Only three more people were left to confess and you didn't know if you would be able to survive it.

"I like girls riding on my thighs," Yeosang admitted shyly. Your eyes automatically travelled to his legs and you definitely understood where he was coming from.

The attention shifted towards Mingi and Yunho who sat next to each other and both hadn't said anything yet. Especially the latter looked rather embarrassed. His eyes were focused on the ground and he wasn't moving as single inch.

Mingi finally decided to get it over with: "I like girls who are loud. Best if they scream."

"Thank god you don't bring girls over often," San commented from the side.

"So, Yunho... We've all exposed ourselves. I'm sure you can do it too." Jongho tried to get the older boy to talk.

Yunho took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke in a hushed voice: "I kind of have a size kink. Like making a girl feel small."

"That one definitely makes sense," Jongho commented and Yunho still kept his eyes on the ground shyly.

With his height most girls would automatically feel small around him. You remember how you do every time he stood close to you. But it always made you feel so safe around him.

San finally continued the game with another person and the following tasks were more mild than what Jongho had asked for. You couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Your mind kept circling around the things the boys had said.

You excused yourself to the bathroom to get a small break from their presence. Your reflection looked like you had just exercised. Face flushed and hair messy, even though you couldn't remember ruffling it up. You had probably done it unconsciously.

You washed you hands in ice cold water to cool down and recollect yourself. Their words kept on repeating in you head and it was driving you insane.

When you left the bathroom you ran into Wooyoung in the hallway.

"Trying to cool down?" he asked mockingly.

You were caught off guard by his remark. Was I so obviously flustered?

"What do you mean?" you asked trying to sound innocent.

Wooyoung took a step towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"Oh, I just thought we were making you nervous?" he said as he looked you up and down.

you could only stare back at him in surprise. Your pulse was racing and you could hear it thrumming in your ears.

He then started laughing and stepped back again. "You should have seen your face. You are definitely horny and it shows."

He kept on laughing as he continued his way to the bathroom. You felt embarrassed and mad at the same time. Wooyoung had always enjoyed teasing you but this was just mean. You were now even more flustered than when you had left for the bathroom.

Sitting back down in your spot you pretended nothing had happened while you were gone. It was just Seonghwa's turn and now he was looking for his next victim.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

You didn't feel physically stable enough for a dare. Especially after San had made you dance to Fancy by Twice as a dare before. You didn't want anymore exercise.

"Truth."

Seonghwa grinned his evil grin and you knew you were down bad.

"You remember how you couldn't decide what to tell us during Jongho's question? Why don't you tell us one more kink, because you had such a hard time choosing."

Death spewed out of your eyes as you fixed him with your gaze. He didn't seem to care though, his grin unmoved.

Jongho laughed in amusement, obviously pleased that his question continued.

"I hate you Park Seonghwa."

"I know. But that's not gonna save you from the question."

You sighed deeply. It looked like you had no choice but to say your original answer. Driven by a fair amount of alcohol and the fact that you already told them about the other stuff, you obliged to his question.

"I have a daddy kink too."

You watched Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly in surprise before a satisfied expression took over his face. You felt like you had just sold yourself to the devil.

"Oh, god no. You two should really get a room." Jongho complained as he saw Seonghwa's look.

Both you and Seonghwa glared at him for the comment. You felt like there was almost nothing more embarrassing they could squeeze out of you now. Almost.

You continued the game for a few more rounds until noone could come up with good questions anymore. It had gotten late and it was obvious most of you were getting tired. Yeosang next to you had dozed off on your shoulder multiple times only to perk up when he noticed what he was doing.

"I'd say we call it a night," Hongjoong said while suppressing a yawn.

The others nodded in agreement and you started lazily putting away all the glasses and bottles. Before you returned to your room you shouted "Good night!" into the hallway so that everyone would hear.

A mess of eight voices responded and you smiled to myself. You really liked this chaotic mess of friends that you lived with. But tonight you got to know sides of them that you never knew you would get to know.

Heat still pulsed through your body as you were trying to process all of those new information.

The answers to Jongho's question circulated in your thoughts while you got ready for bed and still when you finally laid down.

They didn't leave anytime soon.

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The Better Kisser

BAU x Bi!Fem!Reader

Emily x Bi!Fem!Reader

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Summary: After finding out that you haven’t had very many kissing experiences, the team realizes you’re the perfect candidate to judge who the best kisser on the team is.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: As you may have guessed, lots of kissing.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head that I just needed to write. This is technically an AU where the members of the team are Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Emily, JJ, Luke, and Tara. Everyone is single.

It was true. You hadn’t kissed very many people. You decided long ago that it wasn’t really in the cards for you, dating and kissing and relationships, that is, so yeah. You weren’t what one would call an ‘experienced kisser.’ Your friends had teased you for it, but you’d always shrugged it off. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

You’d never thought it’d be something to be grateful for either, until tonight.

It’d been a long, hard case, and everyone was dying to get out of the stupid office, and away from those stupid files, so that you could all finally relax, maybe even have some fun. You’d only been with the team for about three months, and it was like an entire whirlwind throwing you this way and that. You also hadn’t gotten to know the team too well either, considering how busy you all constantly were. Your first week on the job, they went out for drinks after a case, but you were so exhausted that you left after the first round.

There hadn’t been time, or energy, since then for the team to spend quality, relaxed time together. That’s why tonight was extra exciting.

“You’re telling me that throughout all of highschool, all of college, you haven’t kissed more than two people?” Derek asked incredulously. You couldn’t fully remember how you’d all gotten onto the subject, except that you had. You were sitting on Garcia’s squishy couch, littered with colorful pillows and all sorts of stuffed animals. Garcia had decided that instead of going out to a bar, you were all going to go over to her place, minus Hotch and Rossi who tapped out early.

You shrugged. “Nope. I had one boyfriend and one drunk kiss, both of which were bad experiences for me. I’ve kind of avoided all of that since then.” You explained, “Plus, when would I have time for that? Between my college studies and getting into the FBI, then BAU, I didn’t really have free time.”

“I mean, sure, I guess,” Derek continued, “but come one. There had to be guys falling at your feet!”

You laughed. “Not all of us have that kind of draw, Derek.” He nudged you, and you nudged him back with a wink.

He was right, though. You were stunning. Even when you just put your hair up and wore sweatpants, there was just something about you. You would probably look good in a trash bag. But men were not just falling at your feet. Even if they were, you wouldn’t notice, putting all of your energy into chasing your dreams instead. You thought that was a very reasonable, and responsible, thing of you to do.

Plus, you’d done the whole boyfriend thing, and weren’t really interested in trying it again. Well, not as interested as you were in trying the whole girlfriend thing. And your first day on the job, a certain badass brunette caught your eye, and was even the first one to make you really feel like part of the team. You were finding it harder and harder to resist her pull.

“Yeah Derek,” JJ chimed in, drawing your attention back to the conversation, “Not all of us can rack up eight phone numbers and five make out sessions in one night.”

“What can I say?” Derek beamed, pride shining in his eyes. “I’m a great kisser.” Emily snorted. When Derek glared at her, she pressed her lips together and looked down. “What?”

“Nothing,” Emily sang, shaking her head with an air of mischief.

“No seriously, what?”

“It’s just that if you read girls half as well as you claim to, you might wonder if that’s always the case.” Derek’s jaw hung open, and Emily smirked at him with unabashed confidence. You stared at her and her piercing eyes, and you couldn’t help but admire how sexy she was when she was confident, smug even.

“Wow, you’re gonna go there?” Derek asked, feigning hurt disbelief, “And how would you know that?”

Again, Emily shrugged and nonchalantly stated, “Because I know how women act when they kiss me. And trust me. They’re actually enjoying themselves.”

Some ‘ooh’s radiated throughout the room, and based on the look Penelope had plastered to her face, things were about to get good.

You watched in amusement as Derek sat up a little straighter, “Is that a challenge?”

“If you want it to be.” Emily’s brows shot up.

“Alright, you’re on,” Derek nodded, determination radiating off of him.

“Well, I don’t know how strong either of your games are,” Luke spoke up, glancing quickly over at Spencer who was just observing the whole encounter, “but I think I could take on both of you.”

“No you could not,” Tara sneered from beside him.

“And you could?” Luke challenged.

Setting her glass down, Tara replied, “Yes.”

You giggled at the thought of the four of them having a kiss-off, just imagining how utterly chaotic that would be due to all of their extraordinarily competitive natures.

“Oh my god, this is going to be so fun!” Penelope squealed. “Now we just have to figure out who’s going to judge!”

“We can’t really use one of us because some people might be biased or recognize the kisser,” Emily casually stated. It took a moment for you to realize what she’d just admitted to. Who on the team has kissed before? But before you could really start thinking about it, you noticed that everyone’s gaze had slowly turned to you.

“What is happening right now?” you questioned, looked between them.

The five of them exchanged excited, knowing looks before training their attention back on you. Then you got it. “Are you serious?”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t kissed one of us!” Derek explained, as if it were obvious.

“You mean…” you trailed off, but again couldn’t complete the thought before someone interrupted.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Penelope promised. “And you seem like you’d be a very neutral judge.”

“Not to mention,” Tara added, “You’re a pretty blank slate since you haven’t really kissed anyone.”

“Don’t worry though, we’ll show you a good time,” Derek assured with a wink.

Heads nodded. You were a bit worried that there would be some hurt feelings by the end of this, but they were all adults, and the appeal to kiss all of them, along with their eager faces, became enough to convince you to say yes.

“Yes!” Derek exclaimed. He looked pointedly at Emily, “It is so on.”

She just rolled her eyes. “Pen, do you have a blindfold?”

“A what?” you asked.

“Well we can’t have you getting biased on us. This has to be strictly about kissing.” Hearing her explain it with such reason hampered your growing nerves a bit. Like you’d said, you hadn’t kissed very many people and you were worried how much better they were going to be at it than you.

You reminded yourself that this was more about them than you, and tried to use that to calm yourself down. You were about to be kissed by some of the most attractive people you’d met. This was definitely not a bad place to be.

While Penelope rummaged through her belongings to get a makeshift blindfold, Luke convinced Spencer to join and JJ decided to participate.

Pretty soon, they had you seated in a chair, another one across from you, waiting for whoever was going to go first, while Emily explained some ground rules. “We are going to go in rounds. We will each kiss her and then after every round, Y/N will eliminate one of us based on the number in the round we kissed her so she doesn’t know who it is. No touching. You can’t use your hands in any way, this has to purely be about the kiss. And kiss however you normally would, no matter what that means for you.”

“No hands?” Spencer questioned. You were still surprised that he’d agreed to join, let alone ask a question like that. Luke gave him an odd look from behind while Emily confirmed the rule.

“Your hands might give away who you are, and again, this is just about the kiss.”

“Alright, alright, let’s just get started,” Derek complained, as Penelope tied the blindfold behind your head.

Now that you couldn’t see, you relied on your hearing to figure out what was happening. You heard some shuffling and disgruntled whispering, then you heard the chair across from you slide across the floor toward you. You waited anxiously as the person leaned in and pressed their lips to yours.

Their lips were plush and soft, but the kiss seemed a little too forced. It was a bit excited and you could feel their smile as they started pulling away. It was a pretty good kiss, definitely better than your previous two, despite the fact that it only lasted a few seconds. You couldn’t help but try and guess who it was, thinking it was either Penelope or Tara.

The next person who sat down completely blew the person before them out of the water. It was a much longer kiss and the person even swiped their tongue across your bottom lip for entry. You weren’t really thinking as you gave them access, the heat in your body starting to rise. You just hoped that your face wasn’t giving any of that heat away, so you were almost grateful that the person pulled away.

There was a bout of silence, which made you feel a little awkward, but soon enough, you heard the cushion squish down across from you. Their knee knocked yours, as you assumed they crossed their legs. Being a profiler, you were very used to picking up on body language with your eyes, making it kind of fun to try and pick up those same behavioral cues with all of your other senses. This person, you could tell, was very hesitant. You couldn’t say you were surprised when the person really only pecked you on the lips.

Number four in the line up started out pretty good, but you felt them start shaking or something halfway through. You quickly realized that they were laughing and you pulled back. You couldn’t help but smile when you asked, “Why are you laughing?”

Up until then, they had laughed pretty silently, but once you called them out, they just full out chuckled. “I’m sorry!” Tara unapologetically said through more laughs. “I couldn’t help it. I blame Luke.”

You laughed with her as you playfully shook your head. “You were doing so well up until then!”

“I know!” she agreed.

“I guess this means you’re out?” you half questioned.

Tara gave an over dramatic sigh, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she stated, “I guess so.” As she walked away, Luke gave a small ‘ow,’ and you assumed she’d hit him. You wondered what about this was Luke’s fault? Had he said something to her?

Either way, someone took her spot across from you. They wasted no time leaning in and putting their lips on yours. The kiss started out slow and gentle, like they were easing you into it. But gradually, as you both became more used to the other, it picked up pace, your mouths starting to move in sync. It felt like all of their energy was focused on you and exploring your mouth with their tongue. It was by far the most passionate kiss you’d experienced, and you tried to hide the pout from your face as they pulled back, chasing their lips for only a second before remembering there was an audience, and a competition.

Person number six was … good. You couldn’t really describe it. They used, what now seemed to you to be, a medium amount of tongue, for a medium amount of time. It was a good kiss, you weren’t saying it wasn’t, it just didn’t have any quirk or something unique that stood out. It was just … good. You knew Tara was out, so you tried to guess who that person could be. You thought maybe JJ, or possibly Luke, but you couldn’t be sure.

The final person who kissed you was intense. They had plump, captivating lips, but the way they kissed verged on overwhelming. They were also a little sloppy in their movements, and it was like you could tell they weren’t fully invested. Distracted, maybe? Again, not bad, but nothing like some of the other kissers.

The air was hot and heavy as Emily spoke up. “Okay, we’ve all gone. You know Tara is out, she was number four, so who else from this round would you eliminate?”

You pretended to think about it, even though it actually wasn’t that hard to pick. “I think it was person number three.” The person who just sort of pecked me, you thought, but didn’t say.

The players were now down to five, and they went in the same order as they had before, minus person number three, who you guessed was Spencer, and Tara.

This round made you even more confused about who was who than the round before. The excited one you guessed was either Luke or Penelope, the intimate one you thought was Derek, the passionate one you thought was either Luke or Emily, the average one you thought was JJ, and the sloppy, intense one you had no idea about.

By the end of that round, you eliminated person number one, the overly excited, verging on too hard kisser.

The next round was a no brainer. The intimate kisser, Derek you thought, upped his game. He kissed you for longer, used a bit more tongue, but was still somehow gentle. If you thought he’d upped his game, you weren’t prepared for person number two. They also upped their game, keeping your mouths molded together for longer than before, something you were more than happy about. You couldn’t quite place exactly what it was about their kiss, maybe that it seemed so perfectly balanced, incorporated the perfect amount of everything, or something else, but they were absolutely magnetic. It sent electric waves through your body, making you feel a little tingly. You felt sort of bad for the average kisser, most likely JJ, because they had to follow that up. And finally the sloppy kisser, who you still couldn’t place. They didn’t up their game at all. If anything, they felt more distracted by the minute, and pulled away earlier than the rest.

“Person number four,” you stated when Tara asked who was getting eliminated.

It was now down to three; the intimate kisser, you predicted Derek, the passionate kisser, either Luke or Emily, and the average kisser, probably JJ.

There was some shuffling, a faint whispering, a small ‘ow,’ and then Tara spoke up again. “Now that there are only three left, as long as you are okay with it, they want to use their hands.”

You tried to downplay the excitement you were feeling with this new rule, but you were sure their trained ears could hear it in the way you said, “Yes, that’s good with me.”

The seat across from you suddenly became occupied, but before anything could happen, Tara quickly jumped in. “Wait. Y/N, you can’t use your hands.” When you pouted a little, she explained, “Well if you did, you’d definitely know who is who, so…”

You sighed, but agreed, waiting in anticipation for the person across from you to touch you.

It started soft, their long fingers brushing over your cheeks as they leaned in. Soon enough, though, the entirety of their hands were firmly cupping your face and pulling you ridiculously close, close enough to feel some of their body heat. It was intimate, and again made you feel like the most important person to whoever those lips and hands belonged to. You rubbed your thumb into your palm, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch them, but you knew you couldn’t. Your sole focus was on them, them on you, and you had to say it was one of the best kisses of the night.

That person made you feel like the most important person in the world, but the next person kissed you like you were the only person in the world. They started out by tucking your hair behind your ear, then slowly sliding their fingers back into the loose strands. As they started to kiss you, they moved their other hand behind your head, cradling the back of your neck. The person before them had captured your focus, but this person erased any thoughts your mind was capable of forming. You couldn’t think about anything other than the way their tongue moved against yours, and the shiver they sent down your spine as one of their hands traveled the length of it, coming to rest just above your hip, strong, confident fingers pulling you closer. It was a moment you never wanted to end, and one that left you in a cold shock when it eventually did.

You almost didn’t even want the last person to kiss you because of how you knew it would never come close to what you’d just experienced, but a competition was a competition. The third person kissed you similarly to how they’d done before, good but nothing special, their hands resting comfortably on your hips.

When it was all over, you asked, “Can I take off the blindfold now? I know who the winner is.”

“Sure, but announce who first,” Tara suggested.

“Okay,” you agreed. “The third person got third, the first person got second, and the second person was the winner. Can I take the blindfold off now?” you asked again. You were eager to find out who was who. When you didn’t get an immediate response warning you not to, you stood up and quickly ripped it off to quite the amusing sight. Spencer looked as bright as a cherry, Penelope looked shocked but proud, Tara was smirking, Luke’s eyes were the size of beach balls, JJ looked indifferent, Emily was smirking, and Derek looked like he’d just been shot. “So are you going to tell me who was who?”

Without answering, Emily took two large strides toward you and placed her lips back on yours. One of her hands slid back into your hair while the other rested above your waist, and you smiled into the kiss. Of course it was you, you thought. When she pulled away, you were both smiling like idiots, and she gave you a single eyebrow raise as you both turned to look at Derek.

“I got third?” he asked, still in a state of bewilderment.

“What?” you asked, just as shocked as he was. “I thought you got second.”

Emily snorted. “You thought Spencer was Derek?”

What?! You spun to face Spencer, the person you were sure got out the first round, and he was still blushing like he’d been out in the sun for far too long. “You took second?” He nodded nervously. You beamed at him, causing him to return a shy smile, then look down at his fiddling hands. “You’re a really good kisser,” you complimented.

Derek repeated, “I took third? Emily, I guess I kinda get,” she rolled her eyes at that, “but Pretty Boy?”

You shrugged, and Luke jumped in, though not nearly as harsh as Derek had been. “Yeah, I took fourth, but Spencer got second?”

You offered him a cheeky smile, remembering how distracted he felt while kissing you, and the not-so-subtle glances he constantly made at Spencer all the time. You took the opportunity to encourage whatever was going on there. “He did. Like I said, he’s a good kisser. Very intimate, like I was the only one on his mind. You should try kissing him sometime. Might help you feel less distracted.” You winked and Spencer looked like he wanted to evaporate. Luke, on the other hand, was just staring at Spencer, and you could see the gears spinning in his head. He finally mumbled a ‘what the hell’ before pulling Spencer to him by the back of his neck. Spencer seemed immediately surprised, but recovered quite quickly, no hesitation to his movements after the initial shock. They kissed each other probably exactly how they’d just kissed you, Spencer’s hands cupping Luke’s face, Luke’s hands resting on the back of Spencer’s neck and lower back. Although, you’d have to say that Luke looked a bit more focused than he’d been with you. You laughed while some of the other members hooted. This was something that’d been a long time coming.

When they pulled away, Luke nodded. “Y/N, I definitely agree with you.”

Spencer smiled, and playfully nudged Luke as he said, “Y/N, I also agree with you.”

“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but he was smiling the brightest he had in a while.

Derek was still a mess, not enjoying the moment as much as he usually would’ve, and asked, “What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured, “You’re a good kisser, but there’s just nothing too special about it. It’s kinda just…”

Emily and Derek looked at you expectantly before Emily got it. “Wait. Are you calling him average?”

She looked way too excited for the occasion, but she was right. He was just kinda average. You nonchalantly admitted, “I guess.”

Derek let his hands fall to his sides with a slap, his mouth still hanging open. Emily’s lips curled up into a sly smile as she placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Not everyone can be as good as me.” He shrugged her hand off his shoulder, and she held out her hand. Derek reached into his back pocket producing his wallet, and grudgingly slapped a crumpled $20 into her open palm. You gawked at them, not realizing that they’d placed a bet on their skills.

Emily returned to your side, closer than she’d really ever stood to you before, and gave you a smile that seemed on the shyer side for her, biting her lip as she peered at you through her lashes. You mirrored her shy smile, pressing your lips together as heat quickly spread to your cheeks. You turned back to the rest of the conversation that demanded your attention, people wanting to know why you eliminated them. But you couldn’t help glancing over at Emily every now and then, and couldn’t hide your joy when you saw that she was gazing back.

Who knows? Maybe that night was going to be the start of two great relationships in the BAU.

@90spumkin

[miicahs]

did you see MICAH ROBBINS at that rager last night? i think they major in JOURNALISM as a JUNIOR. from what i hear they’re (LOYAL & OPEN MINDED), but they can be pretty (ABRASIVE) too, depending on who you ask. there was a rumor going around last semester that (SHE STARTED A FIRE IN HER DORM), but it seems way too wild to be true- maybe i’ll get to know UCSB’s resident (HELLCAT) better & find out.

「 BASICS 」

FULL NAME: micah caroline robbins 

GENDER: cisfemale 

PRONOUNS: she/her 

AGE: 21 

STAR SIGN: scorpio 

BIRTHDATE: october 31, 2000 

BIRTHPLACE: chicago, illinois 

RESIDENCE: UCSB 

SEXUALITY: pansexual 

「  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈  」 

 CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS kathryn merteuil, captain jack sparrow, olive penderghast, mia wallace, nicky nichols, lucifer morningstar, alex delarge, fleabag 

 ( + ) TRAITS insightful, creative, innovative, quick witted, knowledegable 

( - ) TRAITS argumentative, aggressive, unconventional, unpredictable 

MORAL ALIGNMENT:  chaotic neutral 

MBTI: entp 

LIKES: vodka, cocaine, weed, dark eyeliner, 2000s emo music, guitar, true crime, knives, subverting expectations, tattoos, piercings, singing, murder mysteries, horror movies 

DISLIKES: overly bubbly people, jorts, wearing pastels, conservatives, capitalism, people who have a car as their profile pic, feeling vulnerable, james cameron movies 

 HOW THEY PRESENT TO OTHERS... dark, standoffish, and threatening. she is quick witted and has a sharp tongue. she will cut others down as a way to protect herself and avoid vulnerability. she will make morbid jokes and tends to laugh at the wrong time and at the wrong things. however, if she is not sober, then she will also try to be the life of the party. not necessarily by making friends, but by performing big gestures such as climbing on things that she shouldn't and being loud and crude. 

 HOW THEY ARE WHEN THEY'RE ALONE... she is typically researching some true crime or cult related activity to talk about on her podcast. she'll have her airpods in and listening to 2000s emo music while pouring over articles about various murders.

「  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴  」 

 FACECLAIM: maggie lindemann 

HEIGHT: 5'2 

BUILD: thin, slight curves 

HAIR: dyed black, mostly straight, goes to mid back 

EYES: dark brown IDENTIFYING MARKS: a scar on her left thigh 

STYLE: goth/punk/alt 

TATTOOS: canon maggie 

PEIRCINGS: canon maggie and nipples pierced 

PERFUME: calvin klein deep euphoria 

ACCESSORIES: sunglasses, platform shoes, bags with lots of pins, manicured nails 

  「  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂  」 

 HOBBIES: watching horror movies, drawing, listening to music, playing guitar, singing, writing, ghosthunting, reading true crime related things, taking online quizzes 

FOOD: spicy ramen, hot pot, nachos, pizza, spaghetti, enchiladas, tamales, pho 

DRINKS: grateful dead 

PLACES: any big city 

 MUSIC: 2000s emo, rock, punk, hardcore 

SERIES: deadly women, snapped, american horror story, what we do in the shadows, unsolved mysteries, the first forty-eight, bates motel, the haunting of..., midnight mass, stranger things 

PODCASTS: my favorite murder, cult liter, obitchuary 

MOVIES: the conjuring movies, ouija 2, blair witch, the insidious movies, heathers, the craft 

BOOKS: we keep the dead close, in cold blood, nobody's women, zodiac, helter skelter, cults inside out 

  「  𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙻  」 

 EDUCATION: high school, bachelor's in progress 

LITERACY: high LANGUAGES: english 

DISORDERS: anxiety, depression, ptsd 

PHOBIAS: claustrophobia

「  BIO  」

micah robbins was born to two loving and doting parents in chicago, il. they gave micah their constant attention and in their minds, she could do no wrong 

she had one older brother who didn't get nearly the amount of attention that micah did, but he was just along for the ride 

when she was 3, they moved from chicago to new jersey because of her dad's job. he was taking over one of the main offices and it had them living on the nicer side of asbury park 

while her dad worked a lot, her mom started putting micah in pageants. her talent was singing and she won several crowns. she definitely could have been on toddlers and tiara, but thankfully it didn't come out until she was too old for it 

almost every weekend she was dressed up in glittery, sparkly dresses, covered in make-up, wearing fake teeth and hair pieces, and she had her team of people making sure she looked fabulous to walk that stage 

and she hated it. she would always resist, but her mom would win out in the end. she would say she was just preparing her for life because beauty gets you farther than anything else in this world. 

when she was 11 years old, she was arguing with her mom while they were on the way to one of her pageants. she was screaming about how she didn't want to do it and being an all around brat about it when her mom turned around to get onto her and [ TW CAR ACCIDENT AND DEATH ] didn't see the 18-wheeler swerving into her lane and hit their car. her mom died on impact, but micah walked away with several scratches, bruises, and a broken wrist 

she blamed herself for what happened. if she had just been obedient, her mom would still be there. 

because of this, she started dressing in all black as a way of mourning, and she never really stopped. that has become the wardrobe of her choice 

and she started acting out, staying out all night, hanging out with the wrong crowd, full blown rebelling to try to cope with her loss and guilt

during all of this, her dad was devastated. he didn't know how to deal with anything that was happening and turned to [[ TW ALCOHOLISM ]] the bottle to cope. 

micah watched her dad basically slip into nothingness. he lost his job, they lost their home and had to move out to the bad side of asbury 

at this point, micah's older brother was pretty much the one taking care of her more than anything, but he was young himself, so it was a case of babies raising babies 

both micah and her brother got into some petty crime to try to keep food on the table and keep from being homeless 

micah was arrested a few times, but never for anything substantial, so she didn't get too much of a record, but the police definitely know her by name 

her brother got heavier into crime, though and has had some major arrests [ wanted connection ] 

as micah got into this darker world, her interests got darker too. she was into the supernatural and true crime and all kinds of things like that. she realized that she actually loved learning about those kinds of things and doing research and looking for little known cases, so she is now studying journalism and has plans to start a true crime podcast

[its-deputy-caleb]

YO PLEASE WRITE MORE MORBELL I LOVE PRAISE KINK MICAH AND HIS CUTE LITTLE TUMMY

okay i wrote this in like 2hrs and did not edit it at all so i apologise for any mistakes anon but i couldn't for the life of me not do write this. i was gonna work on another request tonight but i love these two and i LOVE sub!micah so this is what i came up with. this is a part two to this fic here so pls enjoy both <33

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'Hot down in Horseshoe'

Eight fucking weeks. Micah waited two goddamn months for anything to happen again with Morgan and to say he wasn’t about to burst out of his skin would be a lie.

Moving to Horseshoe Overlook was chaotic, especially when there was a train robbery, getting Sean back, a bar fight and not to mention Micah nearly died when he ran into Skinny at Strawberry.

Arthur was well and truly pissed when he came up to save him, growling and lecturing him about recklessness and house calls. Micah had known then that he fucked up so he ran off to lick his wounds for a while.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t jerk off to the thought of Arthur’s rough hands all over him while he was huddled away in his camp but it never failed to leave him feeling empty and cold afterwards.

God he hated how soft Arthur had turned him. Half of it wasn’t even about the sex, he just needed Arthur’s touch. He needed the man to brush their hands together around camp, needed when their knees bumped sitting around the campfire and he needed the man to hold him like he had up in Colter.

Arthur only gave him the peace of mind when he returned to camp with a newly robbed stagecoach under his belt. Micah was startled when Arthur leaned up next to him, patting him on the shoulder but letting his finger linger on the back of his neck.

The breath Micah was holding in as Arthur caressed the base of his neck, pretending to lean over the barrel to flick through the ledger but used it to whisper down his ear as it went unknown to everyone else around camp.

“Done a real good job here boy, brining in that coach. I think you deserve a reward hmm? Don’t you think? Common now, let’s get outta here.”

Micah followed Arthur wordlessly as he saddled up and rode with Arthur into valentine.

It was well and truly dark when the arrived, Micah having gotten back to camp in the late evening. It was relatively easy for them to get a room unnoticed but none of that mattered when he finally entered the dimly lit hotel room. He placed his hat onto the chair in the corner of the room before he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur.

His knees his the ground with a thud, a move he’ll probably regret come tomorrow morning but he didn’t have it in him to care when Arthur stood in front of him and held his head in his hands.

“Seem’s like someone’s been waiting a long time for this..”

Micah nodded, pushing his head further into Arthur’s hands as his cheek was stroked with the backs of the mans knuckles. He watched as Arthur stepped back, pulling his gun belt and coat off to leave on the chair behind his own hat. He blushed heavily, hoping it went unnoticed in the bad lighting of the room as he scolded himself for not even taking the time to remove his own gun belt, ashamed at how eager he was.

“No need to be ashamed boy— been so good waiting for me.”

Arthur removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling his already half har cock out and stroking it to it’s full length. He tapped it against Micah’s bottom lip and watching as Micah held his tongue out patiently.

“Look at you...I don’t have to tell you to do a single thing do I? You’re already so eager to please me.”

Micah nodded before trying to take call of Arthur’s member down his throat, gagging softly as he whined in frustration.

“Woah easy boy, we’ve got all night now. Ya ain’t gotta rush things.”

Arthur’s hands tangled in his hair, gently guiding him into a steady bob up and down. Micah’s chin was covered in drool and precum and he whined at the tightness of his pants against his already straining erection.

He gagged again when he felt Arthur’s hips jut forward accidentally, moaning in appreciation at the roughness. Micah’s hands scrambled to claw at his thighs, holding on for dear life as Arthur fucked his throat.

Micah’s head spun from a mixture of the sound’s Morgan was making, groaning and grunting between each thrust and the lack of oxygen which made everything just that more intense.

Eventually Arthur pulled out of his mouth, not missing the whine that slipped from his partner. He flattened some of Micah’s hair which was now a mess and wiped the drool from around his mouth as he let him catch his breath.

“Don’t want all the fun to be over too soon now. Common, up on the bed, hands and knees.”

Micah didn’t need to be told twice, pushing up and stripping his clothes. He left them strewn across the floor as he scrambled onto the bed and pressed his chest flush against the mattress, raising his ass high in the air for Arthur.

While Arthur admired him, he pulled the rest of his clothes off to join Micah on the bed with a tin of lube in his hand. He dropped it to the mattress to run his hands over Micah’s ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. His hands rubbed and squeezed over his muffin top and soft thighs before plastering himself to Micah’s back.

Arthur’s hands came to rub over his stomach, kneading his round tummy before moving up to grope his chest.

Micah could only moan and whimper, legs spreading wider as his back arched and he clawed at the sheets. His eyes rolled shut and his toes curled as he was overcome by a wave of pleasure at wanting this from Arthur for so long.

“Fuck, Arthur! Feels good— need more, please please!”

Micah sobbed with need as he pushed back into Arthur’s embrace. He whimpered when Arthur flicked a finger over his nipple, pinching it before sitting up and taking the can of lube and coating his fingers.

“It’s alright Micah… need you relaxed for me sweetheart.”

Arthur rubbed circles on his lower back, waiting till he saw the man visibly relax with a shaky breath before inserting one finger past his rim.

Micah was a moaning mess by the time he has three inside him, withering and moaning as his prostate was abused under Arthur’s fingers scissoring him open. His cock had a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip to the mattress as he panted and fucked himself back onto the fingers inside him. He cried out in a desperate sob as his fingers pulled free and he was left empty.

Arthur made short work of coating his cock this time, lining up and pushing the head of his cock into his hole. His hand’s grabbed at Micah’s muffin top, pulling his hips flushed to his own as he bottomed out inside him, groaning at the tight feel of Micah clenching around him.

“Mhnm fuck, yer so tight for me— feel so good.”

Micah’s arms extended out in front of him as he gasped on air, panting at feeling so full on Arthur’s cock. He clawed and pulled at the pillow in front on him, moaning under his breath. Soft happy tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as he heard Arthur praise him, sighing as he relaxed into the steady pace of his thrusts.

Arthur didn’t speed up however, didn’t get faster as fucked him with slow, deep thrusts that were calculated and intense as he hit Micah’s prostate with each jut of his hips.

He leaned down over Micah again, his hands coming up to slide under his chest and take his hands in his. He felt Micah squeeze his hands tightly, groaning as he could thrust deeper at the new angle.

Micah’s legs gave, unable to hold himself up as Arthur helped him lie flat against he mattress. Arthur used his own legs to shove his apart and spread him wide. Arthur squeezed his hands back as he fucked into him harder causing his head to loll and bump with Arthur’s own.

“You alright there pretty boy? Doin’ okay?”

Micah could only open his mouth to moan in affirmation, his mind completely fried from pleasure. He blushed at the nickname, realising just how badly he liked when it left Arthur’s mouth as he nodded shyly.

Heat was slowly pooling in his gut and the friction against his leaking cock from only added to the growing pressure.

But he wanted more… he needed more praise from the man. If it meant begging until he got it then that’s exactly what he would do.

“A-Arthur I’m close— please, please, please let me cum! I’ve been soo good for you.”

Micah’s squirmed under him, whining and crying out as Arthur littered kisses over his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting to draw more moans from him. He felt Arthur groan in approval in his ear, the noise running straight down south as he neared his orgasm.

“Mmh you’ve been such a good boy— so proud of you, go on let it go.”

He licked a stripe up Micah’s neck, biting down hard onto his earlobe.

“Cum for me pretty boy.”

Micah’s eyes screwed shut, feeling hot streaks of cum soak the mattress and his tummy as he whimpered and moaned. His blunt nails scratched at Arthur’s knuckles as the man thrust into him once, twice and then three times before he pulled out and came all over his back.

Sinking into the mattress, Micah’s body felt like jelly as he came down from his high. Arthur on the other hand was slightly less disheveled as he bent down and picked up Micah’s red shirt and used it to wipe him clean.

Arthur rolled Micah onto his back gently, pulling a light sheet over them as he bent down and kissed him. He could faintly taste himself on his tongue from before as he stroked up Micah’s sides.

He continued to litter kisses all over Micah’s collar bones, neck and jaw as he praised him in between each kiss.

“Did a real good joy sweetheart, taking me so well. Good boy.”

Eventually Micah seemed to slowly come back to it as he was praised and pampered in affection, something Arthur would take note too. He took Micah’s jaw in his hand, forcing the man to look at him and smiled as he saw the satisfied and fucked out look on his face.

Micah tucked his head in his arm, yawning in the most adorable way as he stretched and got comfortable. He fell asleep in Arthur’s warm embrace, with his hands rubbing circles on his lower back.

A final shaky breath left him, his breathing evening out into soft snores as he felt Arthur kiss his forehead— a habit he could get used to.

[jae-daddy]

Duff (7)

im jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six /  seven / eight / nine masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader  genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO!  plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, Heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: if ya like send something in or leave a comment! I love reading them! next part is going to be interesting, hope yall liked the bit of spice. not edited, hope y’all enjoy it! <3

“Stop,” Jaebum ordered.

Every nerve in your body told you to disobey and continue to walk out of his office, but your feet stopped. Your back faced him as your eyes settled on the plain dull wall in front of you, save for a painting that wasn’t much interesting.

It wasn’t truly his office yet. Jaebum hadn’t added any personal touches to the cold space in the past month of him acting Director. He remained detached from the office, employees and the job as much as he could.

Except for you, Jaebum always seemed to be looking for a way to get under your skin. Find new ways to bother you, to annoy you. It was almost as if he enjoyed seeing you fume at him with anger. Your face red with fury brought him peace and happiness. It made that easy cocky smirk on his lips grow each time his melting eyes met your raging ones.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said.

You didn’t turn around instantly. Instead, you took a deep breath in and turned with a vacant expression, “I’m sorry, sir. Was there something you needed?”

Jaebum shifted in the chair, annoyed. Once again, he wasn’t seated in the big boss chair on the other side of the desk. He chose one of the two placed on the other side instead, with papers splayed out in front of him, on the desk.

Your eyes went to the mess and your lips pursed. Your hands itched by your side to sort through the junk and organise everything in a proper fashion. But Jaebum knew what he was doing, he knew exactly where each paper was. He worked like a genius; chaotic and completely self-relied.

You looked back at him to find his lips drawn into a thin line, his brows drawn together as he stared up at you. For the first time, Im Jaebum did not have the cocky smile that normally danced on his lips. His eyes didn’t watch you as if he understood every thought that zoomed through your head.

He looked at you utterly lost, distraught and confused.

“Don’t try to play this game, y/n. Stop that, tell me what’s wrong, why have you been avoiding me.”

He was almost begging at this point, and for the first time in the past week, you smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile, it was cruel and relished his misery. Your tight posture relaxed as you tilted your head holding his troubled gaze as you sang, almost taunting, “I have no idea what you are talking about. I have not been avoiding you, sir.”  

Jaebum rose out of his seat and towered over you in an instant. He gritted, “Stop calling me that.”

“Calling you what, sir?”

Jaebum’s eyes darkened as he took another step towards you. You didn’t move away, you held your ground, your head tilting back to meet his stormy gaze. His jaw ticked as he sneered, “Do you enjoy this? Do you find pleasure in torturing me like this?”

“Torturing you?” You tsked, the smirk on your face growing, hiding the pounding heartbeat in your ears. You turned walking away before spinning on your red-bottom heels, “If someone were to hear, they’d think I was actually hurting you, sir.”

“Stop it!” He spat, the anger leaving him. All Jaebum was left with was desperateness as he continued, “Stop calling me sir, y/n. I’m trying to have a conversation with you as a friend--”

“A friend?” You chuckled, cutting him off. “We are not friends.”

“So we’re back to this again?”

“Yes, we are.” It was your turn to sneer at him as you took a step towards him. All coolness evaded your body and all you felt was red and hot. Anger sparked through every core of your body, your eyes shone with distaste, as you looked down your nose at him, “I will never be friends with a loathsome disgusting dog like you.”

“Dog?” Jaebum snickered at the weak insult, but the embers of the fire began lighting up inside him as he watched your lips draw into a scowl.

“Yes, a dog. A terrible, horrible cheating dog.”

“Is that the best you can do?” Jaebum jeered raising his eyebrows mockingly. “Call me a dog and say nonsense?”

“I am not speaking nonsense, you bastard,” you spat. Jaebum flinched at your words, but you continued, the fire blazing inside you. “I saw you and that woman in your office that day. Don’t think I will forget that easily. I know how disgusting you are.”

“What day--”

“Or do you mean which day-” you cut him off, stepping closer to him. The poison hissing from your tongue, “You have flirted with any woman that you ever crossed path with; at the club, at work! It doesn’t matter to you that you have a girlfriend, and you might think it’s okay, but it is not. I would never do that to my friend. I won’t sit back and hold my tongue-”

“Then why haven’t you done something about it if I’m so bad,” Jaebum cut you off this time. The easy smile returned on his lips, dancing with malice as he looked down at you as if you were a crazy lady talking about stars and the end of the world. “If you can’t differentiate between being friendly with others and flirting, then that’s on you, not on me. It’s not my fault you're an emotionless closed off mumpsimus who doesn’t know that people can simply just be nice to one to another--”

“Yes!” You scoffed up at him. “Because almost fucking a lady on your desk is just being friendly.”

“I was not about to fuck her!”

“Oh yeah?” You nodded, sarcastic.

“I was not cheating. I was not flirting with her.”

“Then what were you doing, Jaebum?” Your eyes were blazing with so much rage you felt as if it would consume you. “Do you hug everyone on your desk? How did Paul like it when you dry-humped him on the desk and called it a friendly hug?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Jaebum groaned, “It was just a hug and she slipped! I was helping her get steady!”

“And I just happened to walk in that exact moment. What a crazy coincidence!”

“If you’re so certain, why haven’t you told anyone then?” Jaebum questioned, after a deep breath. “You tell Heather everything, why haven’t you told her this yet?”

“She already knows what I think of you.”

Jaebum tried not to flinch at your words, “But have you told her about what you apparently saw last week in this office?”

Your cheeks painted red, as you tore your eyes away from him. You stared at the wicked desk instead, “No.”

“Why not?” He drawled, as he took a step closer towards you.

Your chest swelled with resentment as you refused to look at him and the victorious smile you knew was on his lips. You bit your tongue before you answered, each word cutting your throat, “I was not sure.”

“What was that?” He crooned, you could hear his smile. You felt the chuckle in his cool breath as it brushed your forehead. When you didn’t reply, Jaebum placed a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his.

His haunting gaze still shone with anger, but his lips painted the picture of the easy ocean after a stormy night.

You wanted to smack that smile from his lips. You wanted to erase the victory bubbling inside of him. You met his eyes, not looking way. Your mind repeating one thought over and over again.

I hate you.

It was unfair to blame all these emotions on Im Jaebum when it was not all his doing. You knew Jaebum wasn’t a flirt by choice, but by nature. He was like a golden retriever who couldn’t help but spread love wherever he went. And he didn’t just get friendly with any woman around his age, but with old grandmas, mothers, other males and grandfathers too. It was just who he was.

You knew you were being harsh, you knew it. But you couldn’t back down.

You would rather blame it on Jaebum. You would rather pretend that it was all his fault that you hadn’t been smiling, sleeping or eating this past week. You didn’t want to give that asshole this power over you; you didn’t want to admit the power he still had over you.

Jaebum’s eyes searched yours and the storm in them vanished. His eyes held yours, his fingers on your chin holding you in place as he searched through your mind. And just like always, he finally found the answer. You saw the recognition shine in his eyes; he knew this wasn’t about him.

You knew it wasn’t this that you had you so removed from life. But it wasn’t like Jaebum didn’t do anything wrong too. You still didn’t know what had happened between Jaebum and that lady, or more like, what would have happened had you not walked in at that moment.

“I walked in too early, Im Jaebum,” you exhaled, the venom dancing on your tongue as you met his cool gaze. Your eyes burned bright once again in accusation, “If I had walked in a second later, I would have caught you red-handed.”

“Red-handed?” Jaebum repeated, the smile easy on his lips, the raise of his eyebrows graceful, “Red-handed doing what exactly?”

You glared at him, “I would have found you about to fuck her.”

Jaebum chuckled in reply. The burn of his fingers easing on your chin. He opened his eyes, a new kind of darkness in his eyes; his lips smirking with secrecy.

His fingers lingered on your chin, his thumb grazing your lower lip, his eyes falling for a moment. Your heart stopped when you saw him lean in closer, but then he stopped.

His fingers were a whisper against your skin. It lightly traced down your throat, over your faint collarbones and over your shoulders. His fingertips grazed down your back smoothly, his touch burning through the flimsy white shirt you wore. His fingers stopped on your lower back, before both his hands landed on your hips. His fingers spreading over the curve, searing you with its touch.

His hands gently nudged you backwards, making you take a step back. Jaebum’s steps followed you, making you walk backwards until you felt the edge of the dark wood on your lower back.

Jaebum’s eyes never left yours as he eased you onto the desk. Your legs parted effortlessly as Jaebum slipped between them; your skirt bunching up as it rose up your thigh. Jaebum’s hands finally left your body and your chest expanded.

The ghost of his touch burned you with its sudden coldness.

A strong arm reached behind you on the right. His left hand fell on your knees, slowly, dangerously moving up.

You weren’t breathing; you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move under his touch.

You couldn’t move under his heated gaze.

Jaebum’s eyes did not leave yours as he leaned in closer. His dark eyes flickering to your lips, a knowing small smile on his lips as your chest heaved. You gulped nervously as his lips drew closer, so close you could taste his breath on your tongue.

You closed your eyes as you felt him lean in closer. His tortuously slow left hand deliciously moved higher, his fingertips gracing the inside of your thighs.

His lips touched you, barely missing your lips. A small sigh left you, and you felt a smile blossom on his soft lips. Jaebum placed another kiss, lower, and then another. Another soft sigh fell from your lips when his lips kissed your neck; you felt his lips drag upwards towards your ear.

His fingertips dug into your thighs, as he gently blew into your ear. You held your breath to stop the whimper from escaping you. You felt so hot; you were sure if Jaebum's fingers as much as travelled any bit further he would be able to feel your body reacting to him.

You could feel your core tangled and a mess of nerves, and a heartbeat down below, in anticipation.

“I have barely touched you and you’re such a beautiful little mess, love,” Jaebum whispered into your ear. You closed your eyes swallowing the painful truth in his words and the shame climbing over your body. “Trust me, if I ever wanted to fuck someone you wouldn’t have to guess. You would know.”

You believed him. If something more was happening that day, you would have known.

You felt him move away, but you kept your eyes closed. Your breath leaving you shakingly as you tried to regain control over yourself. You could feel him look at you; you felt his gaze burn you as he took you in.

You wondered what he saw. How much could he see?

Could he see your cheeks deep with a blush? Your lips wet with anticipation? Your chest heaving? Your breath shattering? All because of him and his nearness, how much could he see... what did he think of it...

Could he see your mind racing with thoughts of him? Racing with all that could happen next? His lips on yours, your moans filling up the quiet office as he groaned, filling you up, spreading you wide open on his desk.

Could he see how you were trying to control yourself?

You opened your eyes and wished you hadn’t. You would rather see them clouded with rage, even unfiltered lust would be better than the softness you found. The honey brown in his eyes met your gaze with desire, want and longing.

It was disgusting.

It was terrible.

It was horrifying how Im Jaebum could make you feel when he was looking at you like that. As if his hands burned beside him, begging to touch you. As if he would cease to exist if he did not touch you, kiss you, hold you. As if you were all he could ever want in the world, but you were the only thing he could never have.

You would rather take animalistic lust over that.

You tore your eyes away from him. Jaebum took a step back and you hopped off the desk. You straightened your skirt avoiding his face. But Im Jaebum wasn’t looking at you as well, his gaze focused on the floor but his mind somewhere far away.

“I won’t worry Heather with this,” you croaked out. Jaebum nodded absent-mindedly, and you began walking out. You were almost to the door when you stopped. You bit your lip, unsure, but decided to say it anyway, “Don’t take it personally, Jaebum. It’s not you, I’ve just been in a mood and caught up with something else. I- I guess, that’s why you thought I was avoiding you.”

“Oh,” Jaebum replied, softly. You turned around to find him giving you all his attention, “Is there something I can do to help you?”

You shook your head with a small smile, “No.”

The moment you had been dreading finally arrived that afternoon.

“Good evening, Meridian Firm,” you answered, automatically. You hated answering phone calls, you would rather email.

“Hello, I’m calling from Spring Industries-”

You knew. You knew.

“I’m calling on behalf of our CEO Park Jinyoung,” the lady on the other spoke, and you tried to control your breathing. “He would like a meeting with Director Im.”

“I will let Director Im know.”

“Can we pencil a meeting date right now, and you can confirm it later? My boss really wants an answer,” the lady on the side spoke sounding more humane.

You knew what she meant by that too. You knew how he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

“Of course,” you pulled out the calendar planner looking for the next empty date, “How is next week Thursday at five-thirty in the evening?”

“Hmm, let me check,” you heard a few clicks on the other side, and prayed it wouldn’t match. “Oh, perfect! Hope to hear from you soon!”

“Alright, goodbye,” you say before hanging up. You sighed, tired, as you run your fingers through your hair.

You knew this moment was coming, but you hadn't expected it to come so soon. You weren’t sure if you were ready. Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing him again.

“Hey, you alright?”

You looked up to find Im Jaebum standing by your desk with concerned eyes. You nodded, smiling slightly at how adorable he looked worried, “I’m good.”

“I...” he started but trailed off. “Let’s go get dinner.”

You were about to say no when he added, “Heather and Bam are already on their way. And Heather said she wants you there.”

You sighed, exhausted, “Alright.”

“Oh, and uh,” you paused, biting your lips, breathless. “The CEO of Spring Industries wants to meet you next week Thursday at five-thirty, how should I reply?”

“Am I free?” You nodded in reply. Jaebum just shrugged, nonchalant, “Cool, tell them yes.”

You nodded once again, doom already clouding over you.

[oftenderweapons]

Partition | Chapter 5

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Lotus) x Jungkook

Wordcount: 9.2k

Genre: angst, fluff, smut; poly!au; CEO!Namjoon, Assistant!Guk

Rating: 18+

-- This fic was written for the monthly project themed PRIDE❤🧡💛💚💙💜 and hosted by The BTS Writers Club --

Synopsis: A few months have gone by since you and Namjoon welcomed Jeongguk, your boyfriend into your apartment. Dynamics have significantly shifted, however there are still troubled waters before you

A/N: thanking sweet @nottodayjjk for being so kind and leaving cute comments all over the place. It was incredibly rewarding to find those nice words here and there 🥰✨ Also thanking the Joon Harem for being super supportive (you know who you are), and the On Wednesdays, We Read Smut cuddlebugs (you also know who you are), with special care for @biaswreckme-main because she's in love with this series.

Trigger Warnings: Dom!Namjoon, Sub!JK, Switch reader (leaning Domme), swearing, JK makes a move on reader while she's asleep, punishment, spanking, mild Degradation, oral sex (male receiving, briefest mentions of female receiving), edging, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, edging, (begging/a bit of a tear kink), ass play and anal penetration. Multiple orgasm. Very angsty bit (mention of impostor syndrome and therapy). Very fond/sort of enigmatic ending.

Navi: Masterlist – Chapter One – Chapter Two – Chapter Three — Chapter Four – Chapter Five

Namjoon woke up in a vague state of confusion. The room was still quite dark. He felt cold and his back was damp.

Still, his heart filled with joy.

Jeongguk was clinging to you in his sleep, his face resting in the crook of your neck, his large frame spooning you. The bunched up sheets explained perfectly what had happened — Jeongguk had stolen them as usual, leaving Namjoon in the cold.

Gently, he unbunched them and tucked them around the three of you, your bodies naked and heavy.

Still, no matter how delicately he had moved, Jeongguk’s eyes fluttered open. “Joon.”

“Go back to sleep, babyboy.” He kissed his forehead and wrapped him up in his arms, Jeongguk cuddling into him and slightly letting go of you to press his back against Namjoon’s chest.

“Cuddles,” he murmured, dragging the older’s hand to his chest.

Namjoon nodded and obeyed, beginning to draw patterns on Jeongguk’s stomach. “Are you warm enough, bun?”

The other nodded, humming as he felt his eyes roll shut. He was asleep in a few seconds.

Office hours felt chaotic now that the three of you had been a thing for almost three months. Namjoon could barely resist the sight of Jeongguk wearing tight slacks and fitted shirts, Jeongguk could barely resist the sight of Namjoon in a suit and the two of them grew weak at the knees everytime you entered the office in a pencil skirt and a blouse that showed just a millimeter of your cleavage.

Namjoon’s private office had seen basically anything and everything. Namjoon jerking off while you fucked Jeongguk and vice versa; elaborated oral-sex circles on the carpet, Jeongguk with his hands tied to Namjoon’s chair, eating you out while Namjoon edged the poor boy over and over. Still, it was nothing compared to what had been going on in the bedroom.

Namjoon had become insatiable. He always found ways to initiate some teasing, which had once brought you and Jeongguk to tying him up and making him watch the two of you make out for half an hour, completely dressed and once you’d started taking your clothes off, Jeongguk had blindfolded him, made you cum with his fingers before he went down on Namjoon, sucking him until he had no cum left to spill.

It was a vision to behold, especially when you played a trick on the young man and freed Namjoon, the tables turning so miserably that Jeongguk ended the afternoon with heavy streams down his cheeks and his ass red like a cherry.

Some days were chaotic simply because the tension was too much and the chance of relieving it was nonexistent. That’s how Namjoon and Jeongguk found themselves driving home at eight pm on a Friday, the sun just starting to set over Seoul on the first day of summer.

“Do you wanna hit the gym?” Jeongguk asked, rubbing Namjoon’s inner thigh with his free hand, the other propped on the steering wheel as they waited at a traffic light.

“I wanna eat. And sleep.” Namjoon purred once Jeongguk’s hand started reaching a bit too high. “But you seem to have other ideas.”

“Chairman Lee got on my nerves.”

Namjoon placed his hand on Jeongguk’s knee. “He’s an asshole. Don’t even worry about him, baby.”

Jeongguk tried to relax at his touch. “You think Lotus is already home?”

The other nodded. “I think so.”

“I hope she’s in the shower once we get home.” Jeongguk rubbed his face with his palm.

“You’re that tense?”

Guk confirmed.

“All you need to do is drive us home safe, bunny. I’ll take it from there.” Namjoon wanted to kiss him like crazy, but the traffic, and the people… he let it go. He told himself he would kiss him twice as much once they got home.

And he did, on the lift, all the way up to the attic, Jeongguk grabbing his ass eagerly as he felt his tongue lap at his mouth. Jeongguk felt so nervous, so starved, so tired. They stumbled into the apartment, Namjoon already undoing his belt and calling for you.

No reply.

Jeongguk felt like smashing his face against a wall. Though he and Namjoon had no problems with spending some alone time, it never felt like having you around, and though there had been some one-on-one action in the previous months, you all felt uncomfortable in excluding a member of your relationship.

“Come, I know where she is.”

Jungkook followed Namjoon upstairs, entering the bedroom and heading to the terrace without hesitation. Under the small veranda covered in flowers, there was you, laying on the lounge a towel covering your body, your hair still slightly damp from the swim you'd taken.

Namjoon turned to Jeongguk, bringing a finger to his lips in a "quiet" gesture. The younger moved closer, sleek like a panther. He didn't want to wake you, especially as he found some space on the lounge where he could fit behind you. He moved the towel aside, trying to reach for your chest, Namjoon staring at the scene with an amused gleam in his eyes.

Much to Jeongguk's surprise, he found nothing underneath the towel, except for a smooth, sunkissed expanse of naked skin.

Namjoon grinned from where he stood, watching as the younger started pressing his hips against yours, wasting no time kissing your neck and feeling up your breast.

As your eyes opened, you spotted Namjoon, your brain taking a couple seconds to realise who was touching you.

“Bunny,” you murmured, arching your back so your chest was pushed to his hand and your ass met his impatient hips. “You need me, love?”

Jeongguk hummed, pushing you on your front and tugging the towel off your body, finding it a shame he was still fully dressed. He thrusted his crotch against your naked ass nonetheless, Namjoon starting to rub his aching cock from over his slacks. Seeing Jeongguk so needy was making him get wild thoughts.

He needed to make them come true.

Walking to the side of the lounge, Namjoon placed a hand on Jeongguk's ass, gripping the hard muscles needily as they flexed and relaxed in motion. And then he slid his hand in between Guk's thighs, finding the crack between his ass cheeks, and pressing down on the space between his balls and his hole, making him mewl simply at the teasing proposition of what was to come.

“Let's get to the bedroom, bunny.”

In all reply, he shook his head, continuing to grind on you like a teenager.

“Jeongguk. Up. Now.”

Once more, the boy refused.

“That's it.” Namjoon pulled him off of you, making him roll to the side before he picked you up, your arms looping around his neck for safety. He started making his way to the bedroom, Jeongguk following eagerly before he turned to the overly excited bun.

“I want you to get on your knees right now, bunny. And I want you to crawl. Maybe this will teach you a lesson,” Namjoon scolded him before kissing your temple. “Hello, my sweet flower,” he whispered gently at you, placing you on the bed and brushing his lips against your warm neckline, your skin tender with the sun and the bath and the nap. “My Lotus.” He gave a gentle nip at your throat, making you purr as you dragged your nails against his clothed back.

“Hi Joonie.” You kissed his lips gingerly. “Where's our bunny?”

Namjoon turned just in time for Jeongguk's shirt to smash against his face as the man threw it across the room. He simply wanted attention.

“Grumpy teenager?” you asked the man on top of you before he huffed out, standing and going for the spoiled rascal.

“I told you to crawl, babyboy.” Namjoon immediately grabbed Jeongguk's wrists and pushed him to the wall, pinning his hands above his head. “But I see you're in the mood for disobeying.”

Jeongguk quivered with excitement. He rarely acted up around Namjoon, mostly getting whiny in front of you so you would be the one initiating sex when he felt too shy to ask — which still happened, every now and then, especially when he'd already had some in the morning but he wanted more again later in the day.

“You took Lotus from me.” Guk fought against Namjoon's grip half-heartedly, the older man knowing exactly what was happening.

His smirk was devilish as he cupped Jeongguk's hard cock through his slacks. “I told you to get in the bed so she could fuck you while I fingered your ass and got you ready for me, but did you obey?”

Jeongguk wanted to cry at the lost opportunity.

“Did you obey, horny little bunny?” Namjoon asked again, this time even harsher, grinding the ball of his wrist against Jeongguk's lap.

“No, I didn't.”

“And why?” His boyfriend's dick was as hard as marble underneath his palm, causing a small whimper as he squeezed his balls.

“Because I'm an arrogant brat.” Jeongguk looked down, hoping to see some arousal in Namjoon, however the man was cold as stone.

“You're what?” Namjoon smiled sadistically.

“I'm an arrogant brat.”

“Yes, you are, bunny boy.” Namjoon finally pressed his hips to Jeongguk's, placing a thigh between his and stroking his cock with his strong quadricep. “I'll keep you humble, don't worry.”

From the bed, all you could see was Namjoon's large frame and Jeongguk's legs appearing from behind him, his arms up in the air as he was ordered to stay still. Namjoon undid the other's belt, the buckle clinking loudly as he kneeled and tugged the garment down, his hands immediately going to Jeongguk's butt and squeezing it, his eyes rolling shut as he licked his shaft through his briefs.

Jeongguk focused on keeping his hands against the wall, but his elbows gave in, his fingers diving into his hair and tugging at the locks. “Joon.”

“Yes, babyboy?”

“I'm so sorry,” he murmured. “Please.”

Namjoon looked at his lover, his precious soulmate. “It's okay, bunny. I'll take care of it.” He stood up and observed the strong, healthy, incredible body of his boyfriend.

However, you felt like whining and acting up, not because you weren't getting any attention, but rather because of Namjoon's large frame blocking your view of your other man. You crawled to the corner of the bed closer to them, your eyes widening once Namjoon sat down on his armchair. “Crawl.”

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. This time he obeyed — for his own good — reaching Namjoon on all fours, already knowing what would come next when the older man placed him across his thighs. “Remind me what you did wrong.”

Jeongguk's thoughts already felt as slippery as soap. “I disobeyed you.”

Namjoon nodded and hummed meditatively. “And?”

“I acted like a spoiled, arrogant brat.”

You licked your lips as Namjoon started stroking his palm up and down Jeongguk's ass, even going as far as grabbing his cock and tugging it a couple times, making the poor boy whine and gasp.

“Do you think twenty will do, Lotus?”

“Poor baby,” you cooed, Jeongguk turning towards the sound of your voice. His imploring gaze told you everything you needed to know. “Make them twenty-five. Let's see if he can cum from that alone.”

Namjoon growled and grinned at you, Jeongguk’s eyes sparkling with excitement as he feigned coyness. “That’s why I love you, darling.”

Namjoon landed the first one without too much intent, more of a playful smack than an actual punishment. You licked your lips at the sound of the palm against the taut, muscular flesh of Jeongguk’s ass. “You in for that, babybun?” Namjoon asked.

Jeongguk nodded.

The man raked his nails against the freshly spanked skin, making sure that the four red lines stayed. “I need verbal consent, Gukkie.”

“I consent.” Jeongguk’s voice was so thin you barely heard it.

“Safewords?”

“Yellow to slow down, red to stop,” the younger answered diligently.

“Good.” And with that, Namjoon landed the first actual spank. “Come on, bunny. Count them out for me.”

“One,” he purred, his hand searching for Namjoon’s spare one, only for him to grab his wrists and pin them at the small of his back, Jeongguk’s fingers struggling until Namjoon held his hand, the boy turning his head to look at him, feeling comforted as Namjoon’s glance softened and reassured him. “Love you,” he mouthed before delivering a new spank, his hand rubbing the skin he’d just hit, his eyes silently inviting you at his side while Jeongguk hissed out a “two”.

You did as you were told, curling up at Namjoon’s feet and caressing Jeongguk’s hair. Number three came with your lips pressed to his temple, nuzzling your nose against his hair and tutting, whispering sweet nothings. He announced the number like a secret between the two of you, his breath laboured already as Namjoon loosened his arm and shoulder, opening and closing his hand as he stretched his fingers.

By the count of ten, Jeongguk was visibly sweaty, perspiration coating his belly and chest, where his front met Namjoon’s clothed thighs. His head laid against the crook of your neck, his mind floating between the comfort of your scent and the sting of the spanks, his counting ragged and hazy.

“Is your pretty cock leaking with precum, bun?” Namjoon asked, biting his lip as his brain offered him vivid memories of that specific state of Jeongguk’s sex.

The younger simply nodded, receiving a hard blow in return, gritting his teeth as he took it without making a sound, calling out a ‘thirteen’ out of mere habit.

“Be verbal.”

“I’m hard and leaking for you, Sir,” Jeongguk whined, his voice so breathy and thin and frail. You looked at Namjoon with a warning stare. The man averted his eyes, incapable of holding your gaze as you wordlessly scolded him.

“You’ve been a good boy so far. Counting your spanks and taking them so obediently.” He could reward his lover, just a little, he thought, his hand venturing in between his asscheeks as he found Jeongguk’s balls, squeezing them delicately, almost as he could feel it in his own guts how tight they were.

Jeongguk gasped against your neck, slightly abandoning you to push his crotch against Namjoon’s palm. “Please. I love you so much, please. I’ve been a good boy,” he whimpered, half a sob leaving his lips once Namjoon’s thumb stroked his tip just once, collecting some wetness with the pad of his finger before bringing it to the small patch of skin between his testicles and anus and rubbing back and forth, slowly, energetically, Jeongguk’s hips beginning to roll to match the older’s motions.

“You still have twelve spanks to go, naughty boy. Telling me you love me won’t make up for your mistakes.” Namjoon lifted his palm and smacked it violently against the back of Jeongguk’s thigh, the mere sound making you flinch.

You had rarely seen Namjoon go all out like this, especially considering that he had never felt the need to play any power imbalance with you.

Yes, he had spanked you a few times, and he liked grabbing and smacking your ass while you rode him or while you were on all fours for him, nevertheless, he’d never given you punishments, rules or degrading comments. But Jeongguk loved them, and from the way he was taking them, you knew he was stressing about something and needed Namjoon to completely overpower him, shutting him down hit after hit, more and more until he was nothing but a puppet for Namjoon to make love to.

You couldn’t wait for that. You rose to your knees, finding the perfect angle to offer your chest to Jeongguk, letting him muffle his cries as Namjoon reached number twenty.

Namjoon waited expectantly for Jeongguk to call the number, your hand in his hair as you called him back to reality, whispering a ‘twenty-one’ to remind him of his counting.

He cried it out so meekly, his mind completely shut down by now, nothing but the burning sensation of his reddened skin filling his brain. Namjoon decided to let go of his hands, the boy immediately trying to find something to hold on to, suddenly panicked, as if he was scared of drifting away. The older immediately twined their fingers together, while the other hand found yours as his arm dangled from the chair.

Jeongguk gasped, “twenty-two”, his lungs emptying, Namjoon’s praise and yours reaching his ears and soothing him before number twenty-three rained down on him, Namjoon deciding to deliver the last three in a rapid succession — mostly because his trousers were definitely too tight at this point and Jeongguk’s moans were too erotic for him to trust himself not to come in his pants.

“Good boy,” Namjoon finally congratulated him, Guk’s breathing shallow and quick as he whispered. “Please, lap.”

After being given permission to, he climbed on Namjoon’s lap, straddling it and nuzzling his face against his neck, already starting to grind his hips against him.

Namjoon held Jeongguk reverently, combing his hair, his fingertips skimming his spine in the most soothing way. “Lotus, can you grab something for his poor bum and my hand? A cold towel or something? Thank you, love.”

You nodded and stood, grabbing a small towel from the joined bathroom and dipping it in cold water, squeezing it and getting some aloe gel before returning to the other room only to be paralysed by the beautiful vision.

Jeongguk laid on Namjoon’s naked chest, his hands tracing the well-defined muscles of the large man while he whispered sweet nothings in the boy’s ears, making him giggle and earning a lingering kiss.

You couldn’t lie to yourself: a small part of your heart felt betrayed by the sight. You knew Namjoon loved you differently from how he loved Jeongguk; still, sometimes you confused quality and quantity, simply because the way you needed to be loved was radically diverse from the very loud, very blatant way Jeongguk needed constant demonstration. Probably, you would have felt suffocated to be loved like that, however, the gestures looked so nice on them that you were somehow curious about them. Maybe envious. Had you ever felt protected, blissful like that?

Namjoon could feel your eyes on him, he could feel the sliver of doubt as you hesitated on the doorway with a vacant stare.

“Bunny, tell Lotus what you just told me,” Namjoon murmured so that you could hear it.

He shook his head, blushing to his ears. “Later, please.”

Joon nodded in reply, “promise me you’ll tell her, though.”

Jeongguk’s head moved in confirmation while you walked closer to the two of them, Namjoon picking up the spent man, his weight lessened by Jeongguk using his arms to help him until they reached the bed.

He plopped him down, Guk rolling onto his stomach so his ass was up in the fresh air, ready for your remedies.

You hissed at Namjoon as you saw the poor state of Jeongguk’s skin.

“He needed it. Nothing he couldn’t handle.”

You shook your head and bent to Jeongguk’s ear. “Does it hurt a lot, baby bun?”

“It hurts so good…” he babbled, much to Namjoon’s chagrin.

Namjoon could feel your inner conflict, placing a hand on your shoulder while you shook it off, pressing the cold towel to Guk’s ass. You didn’t want to bring feelings into the picture, mostly because you didn’t know how you were feeling. Your brain suggested the word ‘stranger’, but you realised it was a traitor thought, a lie, blatantly confused by the way Namjoon had kissed you before spanking Jeongguk, from the way your darling boy had leaned onto you while he was going through his punishment.

“Love,” Namjoon whispered, hurt by the way you had brushed him off. He needed to know what had made you do that.

You placed gentle kisses on Jeongguk’s forehead before you fanned his humid skin, making him sigh in relief and kiss your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “Thank you so much, Lotus. Thank you for everything.”

“Rest, my bunny,” you replied softly, shushing him.

“Lotus,” Namjoon called again, trying to get your attention. He felt guilty. Had he hurt you?

“Yes,” you said, opening the aloe gel tube and pouring some on your palm, putting the cap back on before dividing the gel equally between your hands and starting to massage it on Jeongguk’s skin.

“Are you okay, dove?”

You nodded wordlessly, unconvincingly.

Namjoon’s doubts multiplied by tens, searching his brain for ways to make it up to you. He called your name again, this time placing a hand on your waist. “What’s wrong, love?”

You shook your head and bit your lip, Namjoon back hugging you as he sat behind you, his arms snaked around you while you let yourself rest with your back to his chest.

He covered you in kisses, pressing his lips underneath your earlobe as he whispered, “I love you, Lotus. I love you so unspeakably much.”

You bit your lip. “Do you?”

He realised your weakness immediately. “I do. I do, my love. Don’t you ever dare doubt that.”

What if he doesn’t love me? You thought, staring at the man laying on your bed, so relaxed and trusting under your tender affection.

It had been a while since you told him you loved him and he had been so skittish ever since you did, Namjoon reassuring you whenever he could, whenever he saw your gaze staring at Jeongguk longingly, as if he didn’t make love to you almost every night, as if he wasn’t yours already. There was so much pining in your stares, so much unspoken dedication. And so much fear.

You let Namjoon’s hand engulf yours as he wrapped you up in him entirely.

While Jeongguk remained sprawled over the bed, you sat by the headboard, feeling too naked once Namjoon let you go, only to stand up and undress entirely.

Sometimes you forgot how good he looked naked. It was a revelation, every single time.

As you spotted his erection, you knew you hadn’t been the one eliciting it. You looked away right as he grabbed your chin and made you look in his eyes. “It’s still yours,” he told you, his voice deep like a soothing night sky. “Yours and Guk’s. Don’t you dare cut yourself out of this.”

You nodded as his eyes convinced you, hypnotised you, persuaded you. He could make you believe you could fly when he looked at you like that.

You wished he would never know how much power he had over you.

Sometimes Namjoon felt guilty about how he spent way more time with Jeongguk, mostly because of their jobs, but also because of those little issues that made him by far more delicate than you. Sometimes he felt like you were starting to lose your connection to him, no matter how strongly his own connection to you was.

“Don’t drift away from me,” Namjoon whispered. “Don’t take your eyes off me, please.”

You felt a lump in your throat, swallowing with difficulty, taking a deep breath to let go of the tightness in your chest.

Namjoon kissed you like he never had, proving to you that his love for you was still strong, that he still held onto you, that he wanted you like he always had.

Jeongguk opened his eyes just in time to see you give in to the kiss, Namjoon placing you astride his lap, bringing your arms around his neck and starting to guide your hips on him, grinding in slow motion.

Secretly, Jeongguk loved watching you and Namjoon together, not only because he had so much to learn, but because you looked so beautiful. It felt comforting to be shielded by the two of you, to be part of something that felt so solid and reassuring. He felt as if, even if one of you let go, the others would catch them. Once your eyes opened, you noticed Jeongguk was once more back to the real world, as coherent as a freshly spanked sub could be.

“Bunny,” you murmured to Namjoon.

“This is about you, right here, right now.” Namjoon nipped at your throat. “About us. Me and you.”

You threw your head back, your nails sinking a little in his shoulders. “Please,”

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

You didn’t need to think about it much. “I want to watch you fuck him.” You didn’t ask yourself why, that was a step too far from your reasoning.

“Who will take care of you?” Namjoon asked, chasing your mouth as you leaned away from him.

“I will,” you told him plainly, causing him to frown.

“I won’t neglect you one more time,” he objected, feeling very reluctant about leaving you by yourself.

“I’ll let you do me later, now please, I want to see our boy falling apart on you,” you almost begged, Jeongguk listening to the conversation with confusion and embarrassment. “Don’t you want Sir to take care of you, Gukkie?”

He felt conflicted, but ultimately he nodded.

“See,” you pointed out. “I’m fine, Joonie, I’m doing better, please, show me how good he is to you.”

Namjoon knew you were manipulating him smoothly and innocently, but he let you do that. “Okay, lay against the pillows. I know how I want this done.”

You grinned smugly, stretching for one final kiss. “Thank you,” you purred, Namjoon smiling right back.

“Anything for my pretty flower.”

You settled with your back propped on the pillows, bending your legs at the knees and parting them slowly, his eyes studying the movement just as Jeongguk’s lips parted with wonder, his eyes glittering as they stared at your naked form. Propping himself on his elbows, he started to crawl forward like a leopard, low, furtive, but not without Namjoon noticing. He immediately grabbed Jeongguk’s thighs, pulling him towards him, at the feet of the bed, where he awaited with his heels under his ass, his thick thighs parted so Jeongguk’s ass would hit right against his leaking cock.

“Lotus, teamwork, baby.”

You stretched to the bedside table, grabbing a condom and the bottle of lube, passing them at Namjoon to catch.

It was vaguely clumsy, but overall successful. “Thanks, my love.”

You threw a flying kiss at him, Jeongguk’s pouting as he saw your cunt so exposed and yet so desperately unreachable. Once more he tried to fight Namjoon’s hold, right as the man pinched his reddened skin, making him whimper and stop writhing. “Bunny. I’m sure Lotus will let you eat her later, now she wants to see how good I can fuck you. Shall we show her, sweetheart?”

Jeongguk turned around, blinking and nodding briefly.

“Words, Gukkie,” Namjoon’s hands stayed away from Jeongguk’s body, letting him choose without any influence.

He blushed and looked at the sheets. “I need some warm up, I think.”

Namjoon cupped Jeongguk’s face and stretched, placing a kiss on his reddened cheekbones. “Of course, baby. Would you like to choose that? Toys or fingers?”

You stared at the scene, ready to stretch once more to the side drawer.

“Fingers?” Jeongguk suggested, your hands already rummaging for a glove, which would grant ideal cleanliness both from a healthy and a pragmatic point of view.

Namjoon grinned as the glove hit his chest after you threw it. He winked at you and kissed Jeongguk’s nape as he bent down. “Do you want to face me or Lotus?” he asked, knowing just how delicate the process could be.

“I’m okay like this. I like it,” he replied shyly, lowering his chest to the mattress and folding his arms under his head. “I— I want it,” he babbled slightly, closing his eyes and getting ready. He knew soon he would be entirely fucked out, completely incapable of withholding anything from the two of you, his mind an unguarded oasis for the two of you to ravish. And he wanted that. He wanted you to find those words he’d been hiding, those secret, unfathomable fears that held him one step away from you.

Namjoon wore the glove, squeezing a heavy dollop of lube down the crevasse between Jeongguk’s asscheeks. “Do you remember the first time we did this, Gukkie?”

He nodded, huffing out into the mattress as the cold liquid violated the delicate ring of muscles rimming his hole.

“Remember what I told you before I entered you?”

He nodded even wilder, grinning against the sheet. “You told me you love me.”

“Exactly, bunny. I love you.” Namjoon collected the liquid with his middle finger, teasing it back and forth over Jeongguk’s anus. “Keep that in mind for me, will you?”

“I will,” he replied, right before Namjoon’s middle finger slid inside him.

“Good boy,” he cooed, studying Jeongguk’s form as his back arched up, flinching at the intrusion. “That’s okay, lovely. I’ve got you.” He stayed still for a few more seconds, hissing as one single drop of precum appeared at his tip and slid down, making him roll his neck and close his eyes, biting his lip as he exercised even more control over himself. He did not move until Jeongguk arched his spine back down, his belly to the bed as he took the finger till the base. “Want me to move?”

Jeongguk gasped before he breathed out slowly. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Namjoon grinned, licking his lip before he looked at you, eliciting the sweetest moan as he began gently circling his finger over Jeongguk’s sweet spot. “Sweet? Like this?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk moaned, babbling so gently as he tried to beg Namjoon to add one more finger.

“I can’t understand that, Guk. Use your words,” he invited the boy before he began pushing in and out, pouring more lube over the glove while with his other hand he started groping Jeongguk’s balls before moving to the base of his cock wrapping his thumb and index finger around it and stroking just an inch, slowly, teasingly, just to get Jeongguk to whine and moan. A part of him wanted to lay with his back to the mattress, his face under Jeongguk’s hips so he could lick him, swallow the thick, soft, rosy head, feel how hot and needy the younger was by the way he thrusted into his mouth.

Undeniably, Namjoon could spend hours staring at Jeongguk’s cock. It was so pretty in such an undefinable way. So inexplicably beautiful.

“Two fingers, please,” Jeongguk managed to say, just as you lost your patience and decided that after all it wasn’t a bad idea to start fooling around while they were still going through very chill foreplay.

Your hand caressed the sheets as you lazily brought it to your chest, feeling your nipple as it hardened under your thumb.

In all reply, Namjoon’s left hand abandoned Jeongguk’s dick, making him cry out in protest just as he gave exactly what he’d been requested, a second finger sliding inside, the disappointed sound turning into a muffled growl spoken into the sheets.

Namjoon stared into your eyes as he took his free hand and licked it up before cupping his own balls, letting his hand glide on his shaft, moaning, his eyelids lowering sultrily as you stared at each other.

“You’re so insanely sexy,” you mouthed, your middle finger tracing a line from between your breasts all the way down to your clit.

“I learnt that from you,” he teased back. “You want one more finger, bunny?” he said before bending to the younger’s ear.

“Please,” Jeongguk cried, ‘oh’ing in pleasure once he was given exactly what he’d asked, Namjoon being too much pleasure-oriented to deny him.

He managed to slow down once he felt his edge come around, letting go of his cock, only to give a couple teasing strokes to Jeongguk, feeling him start to pulsate in his palm. “Do you want him to cum?” he asked, his voice deep and intense, his hands slowing down as he waited for you. You hummed, taking the idea into consideration.

No.

“Let’s not cut the fun so short,” you replied with a snicker, Namjoon depriving Jeongguk of all types of stimulation, making him whimper and gasp, a series of short, tiny sobs following.

“Why?” he whimpered, turning his face up to look at you, only to be met by the sight of your fingers sliding in and out of your tight, drenched cunt. He was so jealous of those fingers. “Please,” he begged again, making an effort to look into your eyes as he pleaded.

“No way, bunny.” Your voice was stern. “I told you to wait.”

Namjoon felt sorry for the sweet boy; however, he also knew what game you were playing. “Maybe if you told Lotus what you told me, then she’ll let you cum,” he suggested calmly and affectionately.

Jeongguk turned to the man, furrowing his brow and looking back down, to the mattress before he laid with his front on it, ass still up as he kept his knees firmly planted on the mattress.

“You know what? This clearly doesn’t suit him.” You grinned and ordered what entertained you the most. “Namjoon. Ruin him.”

His grin was nothing but sadistic as he looked at you. “With pleasure.” Namjoon’s knees clamped down on Jeongguk’s, causing him to hold his own pressed together. You wished you could tie Guk’s hands together, just to put him into an even more degrading position; however, you let it slip, the situation already far too gone to start any tying up. Unless…

“Joon, ribbon?”

He looked at you briefly, stopping mid-action as he rolled the condom down his length. “Why not?”

You smirked and got a silk tie from your bedside table — it was originally part of your robe, but you decided you had smarter uses for it. Especially now, with Jeongguk’s lovely wrists tied up behind his head, his palms joined together as if he were praying to you for forgiveness and reprieve.

“Can I fuck him now?” Namjoon asked, a devilish gleam in his eyes as you nodded and he finally pushed inside, the lube covering his length making a squelching noise once he slipped inside and held still, bottoming out with one smooth, slow stroke.

“Sir— Jo— Joon. I— ” Jeongguk babbled, his hands gripping his own hair as his hole tensed at the intrusion.

“Bunny, fuck. Stay still. Relax.” Namjoon had to pull out, the pressure too good for him to properly torture his darling boy. “If you want anything, use your big boy words.”

Jeongguk pushed his ass against Namjoon’s cock, rubbing himself there before laying down on his belly, moving his hips so he could get some stimulation over his cock while his mouth managed to reach your sodden folds, his tongue stretching out to taste you.

His joy was incredibly short-lived. Namjoon unceremoniously grabbed his hair and pulled him up, his other arm wrapped around his middle as he made Jeongguk’s back adhere to his chest. “You’re not putting a finger on Lotus until you make it right for her,” he snarled, feeling like the selfish brat needed a bit of a lesson. “Understood?”

Jeongguk had never felt Namjoon so furious. It almost scared him; it was hot to feel him hammer back inside him, though. “Understood,” Jeongguk replied, his voice coming out in hiccups as Namjoon rammed into him, going harder and harder.

“Apologise to our Lotus,” Namjoon seethed out through gritted teeth.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, feeling his eyes tear up. Had he hurt you? Was it because of his feelings? Maybe he wasn’t supposed to put his mouth on you without permission? His mind was struggling to find a reason.

As his eyes met yours, he gave you the most eloquent of looks, the puzzlement in his eyes telling you that he needed an explanation. He kept begging with that puppy-like stare of his, but this time you did not help him.

“Lotus?” he called, trying to find protection in you.

You did not reply, instead meeting Namjoon’s eyes and silently allowing him to crumble, the large man pushing Jeongguk down as he went even harder, until he almost lost his stance on the bed, the orgasm finally dawning over him before tumbling down, dragging him to the hottest pits of bliss.

Jeongguk felt ready to crumble when Namjoon’s climax vanished, the man pulling out as he realised his bunny was ready to cum.

It was especially funny for Namjoon to watch the poor boy’s butthole gape at the loss, Jeongguk’s cute whimpers matching the state of ruination he was reaching.

“Want to give it a go, darling?” Namjoon asked you, laying down at your side as he rolled the condom off.

“Such a shame I don’t have a riding crop. I really felt like using it on his cock tonight with a plug up his butt.” You simply stood up, grabbing a dildo from your exceedingly large collection of toys, placing a condom over it and squeezing an excessively large amount of lube on top of it.

“Then I’d better buy it for you, in case you need it in the future,” Namjoon said, already appreciating the mental image of you using it on Jeongguk — maybe on himself too.

“I want you to lick Joonie’s cock clean, bun. Not a drop of cum on his cock. Got it?”

Jeongguk nodded, feeling himself leak over the sheets.

“If you cum before Master is clean, you’re getting another spanking. And I’m gonna put a ring on your cock then fuck Joonie so good it’ll make you cry. Got that?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, suddenly so scared of you that he had no other way he could address you.

“Get started before I make your life hard. And your cock harder.”

You stood behind him, watching him swallow Namjoon’s cock in one go, any semblance of gag reflex entirely gone at the task he was given. After a few bobs of his head, you were ready to start teasing his ass, slipping in the tip of the toy and making him moan, Namjoon growling in return.

“Lotus, that was one hell of an idea,” Namjoon cried out, throwing his head against the pillow, stretching one arm down to place his hand over Jeongguk’s head, combing his hair, caressing it before tugging it lightly. “If he’s gonna keep this up I’ll be hard again in minutes.”

“That’s the end goal,” you replied, not taking your eyes away from Jeongguk’s ass. “Make Master hard, Guk, and I’ll make you cum.”

The man freed his mouth to reply. “Yes, Ma’am.” And then he went back to work, grinning before sucking Namjoon with all he had, harder, faster, just as you started shoving the dildo hard into his hole, giving it the slightest twist to rub it against his prostate.

“Joon, keep yourself in check. I just want you to get hard, not to blow,” you reminded him, your voice commandeering as Namjoon pushed Jeongguk away.

“You did your job, bunny,” he said, rewarding the boy by untying the ribbon around his wrists. “Now leave it all to me and Lotus.” You nodded to Namjoon before mouthing a ‘suck him off’, making him grin in ecstasy. “Part your legs wide. On all fours for us, baby.”

Jeongguk blinked and got into position. “Yes, Master.”

Namjoon smiled and fixed himself, sliding down enough that his face aligned with Guk’s pelvis, his hands lowering the younger’s ass until his cock rested right before Joon’s mouth. “Drop the formalities with me,” he murmured before getting the tip past his lips, letting it go only for his face to peek from Jeongguk’s form to look at you. “Sit on my lap, baby?” He asked you, at which you conceded, straddling his hips and stroking his cock with your parted folds. At the same time, you moved the toy as fast as you could inside Jeongguk, making him last only a minute before he crumbled, whimpering, pushing his dick inside Namjoon’s mouth, the older man grabbing his ass and helping him push until Guk was sated, sliding to the mattress and groaning, moaning, begging for you to stop pushing, while also pulling out of Namjoon’s mouth to no avail while the man hummed at how good his bunny tasted, how much cum he was spilling, and how good it felt for it all to be matched with your cunt dragging over his hard sex.

“Joon, hold on. Let’s switch,” you suggested, your words immediately listened to and followed to the t.

You handed the dildo to Namjoon while you laid with your head on the pillows, placing your hand between your thighs and starting to touch yourself deliberately slowly, Jeongguk whining as he stared, once more seeing you in the most inviting position.

“Lotus—”

A heavy sound came from behind him, the burning sensation appearing with one second of delay. “It’s Ma’am,” Namjoon rumbled, hissing at how his palm burned.

“Ma’am. Just a taste. Please, I’ve been so good. I’ll be so good.” Jeongguk felt his eyes water, clawing at the sheets to keep himself from touching you. “I’ll be the best to you, I promise. I’ll make you cum so good.”

You shook your head, letting Namjoon know he had every right to send Jeongguk spiralling into pleasure. “I don’t want to, Jeongguk.”

It felt like a slap across the face. “But please?”

“I said, no.”

That was all it took for Jeongguk’s eyes to let the tears fall, shyly at first. “Why not?”

You sealed your lips shut. You were angry at him.

Why was everyone angry at him? Why were you so cruel? He could always count on you when Namjoon was too harsh, too ruthless on him. Why were you leaving him alone?

“Come on, cum for me, bunny,” Namjoon purred, Jeongguk clinging to him as he felt conflicted. Was he allowed to cum? Would it get you even madder?

“Cum,” you ordered him, his eyes rolling shut, his body falling forward, his ass sliding on the toy until the sobs of crying mixed with the ones from pleasure, his body crumbing forward, your arms opening wide for him to get on top of you, resting his head on your chest. “I’m so sorry, I don’t understand what I did but I’m so sorry. Please. I miss you,” he managed to speak through the tears, touching your chest, your sides, running his hands into your hair. “I’m sorry,” he apologised again, your arms wrapping up around him so you could hold him tight, feeling the messiness of his cum against your belly. He must have stained the sheets, you thought, caressing his hair and kissing his head.

“It’s okay, darling, it’s okay.” You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you restrained yourself, lest he run away from you.

Namjoon didn’t know what was happening, but he got rid of the condom on the toy and placed the dildo out of the way before he laid down beside you, making you turn on your side so that Jeongguk was sandwiched between the two of you. “Lotus hasn’t been feeling well lately,” Namjoon murmured, moving a lock of hair out of Jeongguk’s face. “She’s been feeling very unsure of your feelings for her.”

Jeongguk turned towards you, waiting for you to confirm Namjoon’s words. You nodded drily.

“I— I didn’t know.”

“She told you she loves you, Gukkie.” Namjoon kissed the boy’s cheeks, drying up his tears. “How would you feel if you told me you love me and I didn’t reply, bunny?”

He froze, discomfort making his heartbeat falter. “I— I wasn’t sure I could… I mean, we’re still getting to know each other, I’m…”

You bit your lip and placed a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Drop it,” you said before standing up, feeling too vulnerable to keep the conversation going.

“Lotus, stop.” Namjoon felt conflicted, Jeongguk staring at the scene with a confused expression.

“Love?” Namjoon implored.

“You’re not the one questioning everyday whether he might love you, someday, ever!” you were ready to rush out of the room, getting to the bathroom and heading under the shower. Let the lovey dovey couple have their time.

And then you heard the door open. “Namjoon, get out, I’ve had enough.”

“It’s me.” Jeongguk reached you just before you got underneath the spray. “I didn’t know I hurt you.”

“I can’t force you to love me, Guk.” Your words were so soft, and so hurt.

He shook his head, toying with the hem of an oversized shirt. “You’re not forcing me. I’m just. Slow, I guess.” He opened his arms and convinced you to walk into his embrace.

You did so wordlessly, your lip wobbling slightly as you held him close.

“I’m just… I’ve had four years to fall for Namjoon. And whenever I tell him I love him, I still feel like a fraud.” You shook your head in reply, disagreeing with his negative feelings. “When he tells you he loves you, he knows it. He’s sure of it.” He paused. “While I’m a joke. I’ve been falling for months and I know that whatever it is, it will never be enough for you.”

“Guk?” you called, staring at his face, drying a treacherous tear. “No two people love in the same way, baby. I know that the way you love me is different from the way Namjoon does, but this doesn’t make either of you less valid or worthy. It’s just scary to see how much you tell him, and how you never told me. It makes me feel like I don’t do my part well enough. Like I’m failing you.”

“Why?” he asked, starting to waddle side to side, kissing your head.

“I don’t know. That maybe if I worked harder, if I loved you better, if I took better care of you, then you would love me back,” you confessed, wrapping your arms around his neck while he grabbed the back of your thighs, holding you up and closing the tap in the shower.

“I feel loved by you. Every second. Every time you look at me. You scared me so bad tonight,” he whispered, kissing your face. “I’m just trying to be worthy of you.”

“You are,” you replied, no hesitation. “I love you so much, Jeongguk. And that won’t change if you don’t say it back.” You pet his hair, “I’ll wait. Four years. More.”

“The doctor called it ‘impostor syndrome’ or something. When I feel like I don’t deserve things.”

You nodded and cuddled him some more. “Just so you know, you don’t have to earn me and Namjoon. You don’t need to deserve us. We chose you, love. You’re with us now. It’s you.”

He nodded, kissing your forehead. “I’ll learn to believe it, I guess. Can we go back to Joon? He was terrified. And we both need to shower you in attention and affection and all those orgasms you’ve been keeping to yourself.”

You chuckled and nodded. With all the courage you had in you, you grabbed his chin and kissed his lips. “I love you.”

He nodded. “I’m learning to love you too.”

For now, it was enough.

Namjoon was sitting in bed, sniffling as he dried his cheek with his forearm. Jeongguk noticed immediately, while you couldn’t — only because you were clinging to Guk like a koala, your back to the bed.

Jeongguk climbed onto the bed, placing you down in the middle, his body squished to your front while Namjoon kept a distance.

“Come here,” Guk whispered, stretching his arms out so there was some space for him too.

Namjoon stretched his legs underneath the sheets, grateful for that barrier between you and him. He wasn’t sure he was allowed close. He intertwined his fingers with Jeongguk’s, still keeping a distance from you, so afraid he had messed up.

Until you turned toward him, kissing his cheek. “Sorry I snapped,” you whispered, throwing your leg over his.

“You were scared and upset. I shouldn’t have pushed you.” He caressed your hair, kissing your forehead. “Are we okay?”

You nodded and smiled at him.

He breathed out, relaxing slightly before you pressed your mouth to his, your eyes rolling closed as he carefully, gently deepened the kiss. “I want to feel you inside,” you spoke, oh so softly.

“You sure, love?” He got his lower body out of the covers, fixing your leg over his hip before he looked at Jeongguk. “Are you hard again, bunny?”

He kissed your neck before murmuring a ‘getting there’.

Namjoon’s lips started working in tandem with his as they alternated kisses down your shoulder, until Jeongguk decided to reach for your spine while Namjoon proceeded down your throat.

“I’ll get you first, then you can take Guk if you want.” With a hand on your ass, he pushed you closer to him, bringing two fingers down your tummy—

“No need, I can take it,” you told him, needing to feel him stretch you slowly, patiently, especially since he’d already had his fair amount of fun for the night. Holding you to his front, he invited Jeongguk to scoot even closer, both your front and your back touching two hot bodies. It was the most beautiful sensation in the world. Your hand and Namjoon’s tightened together, Guk staring insecurely before bringing his fingers too atop of yours.

“I love you. Both of you,” Namjoon breathed out, pressing your foreheads together before he kissed Jeongguk’s arm. “Hold her close for me, Gukkie.”

He did as you felt Namjoon’s girthy cock slide inside you, Jeongguk kissing your lips to help you control your moans.

Namjoon fucked you slowly, just as Jeongguk’s hand reached your clit, teasing it in endless soft circles that got you sobbing in minutes, Namjoon’s face buried deep into your neck, occasionally trying to suck at your nipples. Jeongguk meanwhile started rubbing himself against your ass, feeling the soft skin but knowing better. Maybe someday you would take them both, but not yet. Not when you were still obsessed by the way he would drive his hips into you and make you cum like that, your hand and his tangled together as you guided him while he touched you.

“Are you close, Lotus?” Namjoon huffed out, nibbling your jaw. “Don’t you wanna cum?”

You nodded, starting to move your hips with his, using the contractions of your inner walls to bring yourself even closer.

His nails dug into your backside as he tried to control himself, his orgasm so close he was afraid he would cum before you. Somehow Jeongguk worked his magic though, getting you to climax right as Namjoon decided to let go.

Your pants and gasps echoed in the room for a good two minutes before Namjoon slipped out, Jeongguk grabbing your leg and placing it around him, getting access to your messed-up cunt and sliding in easily, bottoming out in one stroke.

“I wanna take you like this, Lotus.” He licked the shell of your ear, Namjoon staring as Jeongguk started working his hips in circles, his hand landing once more on your clit right as Namjoon started sucking your nipple. “And I’m gonna make love to you again, later tonight. Again, tomorrow morning.” He kissed your shoulder. Jeongguk had never been so loquacious, but he had been picking it up from Namjoon and you sure as hell weren’t going to complain about that.

“I’m going to make love to you so much that I‘ll make up for all the times I didn’t say it.”

Namjoon looked at Jeongguk, trying to understand what had happened between the two of you in the bathroom.

“I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll understand I do it because you and Joon are those I care about the most in the whole world.”

You shoved your face into the pillow, every sensation too intense, too good for you to run away from the burning feeling of bliss starting to climb over you.

“Do you like it?” he asked, going deeper. “I like it a lot.” He bit your shoulder, suckling it shortly after. “I love it.”

Suddenly all you felt was light, heat against your skin, your hands sinking into Namjoon’s hair as you looked for something to hold on to.

But Namjoon was shoved away. In a second you were on your front, face into the pillow as Jeongguk fucked you like an animal, releasing all the stress he’d felt ever since he’d seen you upset after Namjoon had spanked him. He felt finally free as he crumbled into you, breathing you in as his thrusts slowed down, his semen mixed with Namjoon’s and buried deep inside you. “There,” he groaned. “Deep inside you,” he spoke, helping you on your side once more. “Exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He fed Namjoon the fingers he’d used to rub your clit, the man moaning at the taste, a feral breath exiting his open mouth. You stretched your tongue out, waiting for Namjoon to touch it with his. Unfortunately Jeongguk got his attention first, the two men lapping at each other’s tongue while Jeongguk unceremoniously pressed his finger into your mouth.

And although the experience was extremely hot, the three of you were far too spent to take one more round. Probably later in the night.

For now the sky had just begun to darken, and knowing Jeongguk—

“Can we get some food now?”

Namjoon hummed and nodded before crashing on the pillow. “Let’s order in some junk food.”

“I’m not gonna go answer the door,” you already clarified, Jeongguk whining in disappointment.

Namjoon kissed your head, “I’m gonna do that. You don’t worry about a thing, love. Just go clean up and come back for a nap, yes?”

You nodded and cuddled up into him before convincing yourself to get up. As soon as you disappeared into the bathroom, Namjoon looked at Jeongguk. “Why did you chicken out?” he asked, bringing the boy closer, caressing his hair as he nuzzled into him.

“I’m not ready to tell her.” He looked away. “I know, I’m a coward.”

Namjoon exhaled. “Why don’t you have a talk with her during therapy?”

“I don’t want to disappoint her. I’m damag—“

“Don’t you dare say it, Jeongguk.” Namjoon grabbed the boy’s chin and made their gazes connect. “She loves you. Just like I do. She won’t learn unless you teach her.”

Jeongguk nodded. “I’ll tell her tomorrow. After breakfast. And then we’ll schedule an appointment.”

Namjoon kissed his nose. “Good boy. I’m proud of you, Gukkie.”

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[the-crows-typist]

Here’s part 2 of the Valentines Even featuring Floyd with the word ‘Cards’. Thank you to @myuminn for requesting this and enjoy.

Previous works: Chocolate feat. Jade

CW: OOC, Slow burn and Slight Angst

Word count: 4961 

A Heart from Me to You

“Floyd Leech, to the principal’s office immediately.”

Ah, Floyd got into trouble again. You grimace, wondering what bad thing he had done this time. Getting up to your desk, you scurry on over to the principal’s office just as your tall friend was pulled in by the wrist and the door shut behind them. You come in closer, planting your ear against the wooden door and hearing the murmurs of both child and teacher.

You could hear Floyd’s deep voice, he only gets like that when he’s angry. There were screams of play behind you and you could see a child crying with a circle of his classmates surrounding him. Jade, Floyd’s twin brother, knelt before him to pat at the sore cheek with some wet wipes.

“Bring him to the clinic, I’ll have a talk with the other one.”

You hear the principal’s words and the sudden fiddling of the door. You run to the bench away from the Principal’s office and hid, watching the teacher escort Floyd out of the office. He was pouting, close to tears, and sporting a small bruise on his cheek. Just as you wanted to follow him, the principal opened the door to see the two off.

“I know you’re back there.” He says, turning his head towards you. “Come on out.”

The principal was a tall man, his hair a mix of white and black, his clothes a very dark but very rich red. There was a small meow behind him, his beloved pet Lucius brushed against his long legs. “You know it’s not good to hide, you’ll get caught immediately.” He knelt, brushing some stray hairs behind your ear.

“Principal Trein. Floyd never does anything bad, he wasn’t the one who started it.”

He sighed, Lucius coming up to greet you by bumping his head against your palm. “Is that so?” Trein asked suddenly. “I’ll take note of that. For now, why don’t you go back to the playground and play with the others?” You pursed your lips and pulled at his red robe just as he was about to push himself up “But—!”

“Floyd will be patched up in the clinic.” He reassured you. “But because he is hurt, he needs to get some rest in the dorms. He’ll be okay.” Your small hands let go of his robe but the expression on your face never left, you were worried and rightfully upset.

Trein’s hand put itself on your head. “He’ll be alright. Now, run along.” He nudged you from behind and you walked off but not to the playground, to the dorms where all the children stayed. Trein sighs, watching you purposefully going the wrong way. He picks up his cat who meows into his arms. “Those two.” He whispers yet his smile betrays his apparent negative mood.

Floyd had locked the door by the time you arrived at the student dorms. It was currently empty with only a few students opting to stay inside and play amongst themselves. In your hands was a board game you, Floyd and Jade played not too long ago.

You knock on his door, three times softly. “Floyd?” You called out.

There was no answer but you knew he was awake otherwise the door wouldn’t be locked. “I brought some games with me. You wanna play?” There was a thump then a long slide down against the door and you knelt close. “Does this mean you don’t wanna play?” You ask.

From beneath the door, a small card was slid through the gap. A ten of clubs. Turning the card over, you saw Floyd’s angry handwriting. “I don’t wanna play right now. I got grounded.” It said and you couldn’t help but grimace. He can be so overdramatic sometimes, “You’re not being grounded, Floyd. Principal Trein just said you need to rest cuz’ you got hurt.”

You hear the pop of a marker and a scribble. The next card that came out was a 5 of clubs. “That’s still the same thing!”

“Then…Do you want to just stay like this?”

The next card came to a little while later. A King of Clubs. “Yes.”

You sat by the closed door, speaking to Floyd through his cards. Your games were largely ignored for the small stack of cards you’ve collected as you talked. “Okay, just open the door when you’re ready.” You didn’t hear any scribbling after that but you certainly were in for a surprise when Floyd suddenly unlocked and opened the door making you fall on your back.

Smiling down at you, he held an Ace of Clubs in his hands. “I’m ready.” He said and you puff your cheek, ready to pounce on his and pinch his cheeks. The Clubs cards you have collected lay on the floor in a mess.

The special card messages extended out until your middle school and even appearing in a place you were never expecting but that’s Floyd for you! He relished the idea of suddenness just like his brother and he loved seeing the surprised expression on your face when you discover a card fluttering out of your locker or slipped into your textbook.

“Turn your books to page 38.” Said your teacher and you could only widen your eyes when you found a ten of spades pressed between the pages. You looked beside you and at Floyd whose eyes were glued to his book. Seems like no indication can be given to you at the moment, Floyd was in his study mood. A rare mood to see.

Flipping the ten of spades card over, you began to read. “Class is boring.” Yup, that was true and you couldn’t help the small giggle that left your lips. Your teacher stared at you for a moment and continued teaching the lesson. With the best sleight of the hand you could muster, you produced your own set of cards and pulling out an eight of spades, and using the back to write. “That’s because Mrs. Beedy has a boring voice.”

It was Floyd’s turn to laugh, his shoulders bobbing and smile very evident. A five of spades was passed to you with the message. “If she were the teacher for sleeping in class 101, I’d be passing with flying colors.”

You felt your insides jump and you hunched over trying to stop yourself from laughing. It was only when your teacher tapped the board with a sharp slap of a stick against the chalkboard making all of you in your class flinch.

“Mister Leech, you and your friend seem to be having a nice conversation. Care to share what you were discussing with the entire class?” You felt your stomach dropped and you wished you could shrink into your seat while Floyd was silent but only for a little while.

“Your class is boring.”

There was a collective gasp and your teacher fuming. “The both of you are not allowed to have recess outside.” Floyd huffed and pouted. “And I thought being honest was a class virtue.” There was thunder overhead, the rumbling only ever heard at the quietest of times.

Just as you thought that the day couldn’t get any more chaotic, Floyd passed to you another card. This time a king of spades. “Let’s head out later. Playground will be empty.” You looked at him and he catches your gaze with his chin resting on his palm. You two share a smile when you nod your head, tucking the card into your pocket.

Though staying inside the classroom during breaks was as boring as it was, having Floyd next to you did ease the mind-numbing silence of the classroom. You had brought all the message cards with you and tried to make a tower out of it while Floyd was busy writing on the board.

“D’you ever think about what you wanna do when you get older?”

You let out a small sound and your tower collapses on your desk with some cards falling to the floor. There was a groan and you got down on your knees to pick up the fallen cards. “Not really. Maybe go to that really nice theme park near the sea? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

The squeaking of the chalk stopped suddenly, your eyes wide when a drawing of a large building stood before Floyd. “I wanna go to lots of big buildings. My dad goes to one every day and everything looks so cool and shiny!” he thought of it for a second then nodded his head. “But the theme park near the sea is super cool too. Their cakes are yummy but I don’t eat a lot. Usually Jade finishes my food.”

“Wha?! Did you go there already? I’m so jealous.” You pout, putting the cards back on your desk. “It got pretty boring after the rollercoaster ride.” He says and takes the eraser to quickly hide his work. “But when you’re in those really shiny buildings, you could see lots of things you didn’t think you’d see. Lots of cars, all the people moving wherever, even birds!”

Floyd sets down the eraser, patting his hands of chalk dust. “I wanna see it again soon. Probably when Jade and I are much older.”

“Can I go with you?” You ask.

“Mmn.” Floyd places a finger on his cheek in thought. “If my dad says yes, then you can! If no…Can you fit in a luggage bag?”

The day came to a close, the students going up to their respective dorms. Jade looks around as he went up the stairs, seeing his brother and you hunched over the bushes. He shakes his head with a good-hearted laugh on his lips and went on with his business, keeping your small trouble a secret.

The clouds overhead were gray and the wind was cool but that didn’t stop you from having your own fun on the swing sets that are often taken by children bigger than you or the bars that the teachers never allowed you to climb to the highest point. You sit against the bar, looking over the trees.

“Floyd, look!”

You pointed at the large shiny building that towered over the cityscape. “A shiny building!” Floyd moved next to you and smiled in wonder. “I wonder if my dad is in there. I bet he is.” The first drops of rain began to fall. Floyd’s eyes face forward despite the chilling wind and the hiss of oncoming rain. “He’s not always around, mom usually tells us how he’s doing while we’re away.”

Floyd began climbing down, the both of you running to the nearby tree for safety. “My mom tells Jade and me that he’s always in shiny buildings.” You sit with him on the stone covering. “One day, I wanna go with him too.”

You stare at him for a moment, seeing his eyes stare to the building beyond. As you opened your mouth to say something the loud voice of Principal Trein hammered through. “Floyd Leech, get out of the rain this instant!” He took your hand and pulled you with him, walking towards Trein with a huff.

It was then that the cold had gotten to you and you let out a sudden sneeze.

“To your rooms. Both of you.”

In your room, you were bundled with blankets and a heating pack on your head. Your body was never good with handling the cold and your runny nose and slightly warm fever was evidence of that. The wind rattled your window and wetting the playground you and Floyd just played in.

You remember his look when talking about his dad. You remembered feeling something deep hit your stomach when he looked like that. A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts, a single card slid under your door.

Getting out of bed, you crawled towards it. An Ace of Spades, a message from Floyd. “Jade brought monopoly. Wanna play?”

You open the door and the twins stood before you with Floyd looking like he just came out of the shower. Jade held the board game in his hands with a polite smile. “I want to be the cat this time.” He said and Floyd giggled. “Then I’ll be the tophat!”

You let the twins into your room and you get into bed. “I’ll be the thimble.”

While Jade and Floyd destroyed you in the board game, you couldn’t help but think back to the time on the high bars. Floyd’s expression looks so sad when talking about his dad. You pat his back suddenly, his eyes looking at you in confusion yet making no move to ask.

You had no idea how Floyd got through high school, especially with his mood changes, and yet, here you are sitting with him at lunch while Jade and Azul discuss notes. “Today’s math test was tough,” Jade said, holding his arms in a stretch. “I didn’t expect our teacher to just add in more information.”

“I think I blanked out halfway through.” You admitted, taking a bite of your lunch. “So many numbers…”

Jade looked to his brother, smile knowing. “What about you, Floyd?

“Hm?” Floyd looked up from his half-finished plate. “I got bored and didn’t finish it.”

A collective sigh passed through the table, Azul’s brows furrowing in annoyance while Jade did not hide his amusement. “Well, I can hope that you’ve answered enough to at least pass.” Your fingers and Floyd’s brush against each other, a card slipped into your palm. Looking down, you pulled the card close to read.

“I don’t want to go to class. Let’s hang out somewhere.”

The Queen of diamonds was stored in your pocket and you only sighed and shook your head. While the next class was boring, you knew the repercussions of not attending a class. “Lunch is almost over, let’s go back to our classrooms.”  

Floyd’s hand grabbed your wrist just as you were about to stand up and Jade looked at you with an inquisitive look. “You two go ahead.” You tell them quickly. “I’ll wait for Floyd to finish his meal.”

You have no idea how and why you were roped into Floyd’s scheme even after years of you two being at each other’s side. Jade and Azul would surely have Floyd’s head and give you a stern talking to when they find out you and he had skipped school.

The beach’s salty breeze cleared your head, the foamy water hitting your bare feet made you sigh in comfort. Floyd sat closer, letting the water hit his body and wet his uniform. “Any reason why you wanted to come here?” You ask and he only remains silent.

“I felt like it.”

Humming, you stared at the looming sun and blue sea. “Y’know, this kind of takes me back to when we were kids. We had the playground all to ourselves.” You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed down slightly on him. “We climbed the high bars when we weren’t supposed to…And we stared at a big shiny object in the distance.”

Floyd looked up at you, your eyes locking with his. Your smile was opposite his bored grin. “Do you still remember that?” It wasn’t long until Floyd mimicked your smile and he leaned back against your knees. “Yeah, I wanted to go to those big shiny buildings the city has cuz’ I thought my dad was in one of them.”

The waves crashed to shore, wetting Floyd’s bottoms and your feet. He looked into the distance, the yellow of the sun turning orange. “I still wanna go there, y’know? One of those shiny buildings. Even if my dad isn’t in there.”

“I’m sure you’ll get there.” You pat his back. “You’re smart, just incredibly lazy.”

Floyd’s hold on your wrists was sudden and you found yourself being carried into the sea and crashing into the cold seawater. You hear Floyd’s laugh between the waves as he pulls you up, he’s equally as soaked as you. “And you’re wet and cold, guess that makes us the same.”

You splashed water at his face, your laugh only fueling your mock battle on the beach. His splashed water at your back, the two of you giggling as the sun began to set. You missed moments like this, just being able to play around with Floyd. You missed seeing the smile he always had when he was around you.

Your heart had a nice heaviness when he finally grappled you into a bear hug, holding you close to him and keeping you down. That heaviness made your heart beat fast, your cheeks begin to redden at the realization.

You had liked Floyd all this time. It had always been him.

Jade set a heavy towel over your shoulders while Azul was as chastising as ever sermons Floyd at the sidelines. “I don’t want to be the broken record here,” Jade began, his hands wiping your cheek of dripping water. “But what you did was pretty stupid.” Though you and Jade were not particularly close, there was a level of casual energy between you. So while you could call Jade out for his personality, nothing was stopping him from doing the same in return.

“Skipping class or going into the cold water?”

“Yes,” Jade answered simply. “You never got used to cold weather. Even after all these years.”

You pulled the heavy towel over yourself with a pout and Jade saw his work fit. Azul’s voice soon died down and Floyd was in a bit of a sour mood. “Be sure to take a warm bath, both of you. We couldn’t want anyone getting sick at such a busy time.”

You had just gotten out of your shower, your skin slightly wet and towel catching the water that dripped against down your hair. Your mind continued to play the memories of Floyd playing with you on the beach to the biggest revelation of your life so far.

You liked Floyd. And for a long time now.

You had originally thought that this feeling of content, the jumpiness of your heart was because he had been your friend since childhood. And now that your feelings were apparent, what will you do with it? Floyd was precious to you and it surely showed that you were special to him…But did he feel the same way?

You rubbed your cheeks, sighing your jittering feelings away. Ah, this won’t do. Panicking like this won’t get you anywhere. You approached your desk, reaching for the hairdryer but only for your hand to stop when you see a familiar card. An ace of diamonds.

“Today was fun. Thanks.”

The heat in your cheeks worsened and you squealed, covering your face with the towel. This wasn’t a good time for that at all!!! You burrowed yourself into your bed and willing your heart to relax and get some sleep.

Floyd’s room was dark, save for the small lamp that lit the room. Jade held a paper to him, lip tight and eyes sharp. “You’ve been sitting on this for a while now.” He said and Floyd, sitting on his bed with a towel covering his head and face only grimaced. “They’re waiting for your decision, I’ve already passed mine.”

“Tell them to give me more time.”

Jade’s sharp inhale gave away his temperance. “Floyd, they gave you the entire year.” He knew the reason why his brother hesitated to choose. “Just…Settle this by the end of the week, alright?” He set the paper down on his desk and turned to leave his brother’s room and give him privacy. “Goodnight, Floyd.”

When the door closed, Floyd slipped off his towel and unfolded his legs; his hands reached over to his desk, and ignoring the piece of paper Jade left for him, a few cards were left in his worn box all of which were hearts. He let out a laugh, a bitter laugh while his grip on the box shook. He set the box down and switched off the lamp, lying in bed but not ready to sleep.

Floyd was quiet, it was a mood you’ve never seen a whole lot. He didn’t eat all the much and he didn’t make much of a fuss during PE class, either. “You okay? You’re looking a lil’ wobbly.” You touched his arm when you were waiting for your turn to fly around the field.

“I’m fine. Just wasn’t able to sleep last night.”

You searched his face yet found nothing to pin your doubts on. “You can try sleeping in the clinic? An hour’s nap can do wonders.”

“Leech, you’re up,” Vargas yelled and Floyd moved away from your side. “Yeah, I’ll think about it.” He zoomed to the sky at almost breakneck speak, soaring through the familiar skies he came to love and looking down at the students below. You blinked up at him, holding your broom close to your chest, there was a tinge of worry in your heart and sickening churning in your stomach.

The end of the week came to a close when Floyd set a heart playing card on your stack of books while you weren’t looking. Meet me at Gazebo. 8 PM. You set the King of hearts down on your book and looking at the clock, hoping it would go faster so you can get to the bottom of this.

The night was cool and the fireflies flew about as you ran towards the meeting place with Floyd already waiting for you. He was gazing up at the stars, eyes unblinking until you called out his name. He turns to you, a smile now on his face. “You’re here.”

“I came as fast as I could.” You tell him between pants and you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself.

“Remember the wish I made? Back when we were kids?? The one about the shiny buildings.”

You nod your head. “Yeah, we were in elementary school when you said it.”

From his back, he produced a paper, the emblem a shining gold and blue against the night time lamps. The letterhead reading the name of a well-known song. “Floyd, you—!” He chuckled at your surprised expression, bringing his paper back to him. “I got accepted, Jade and I. I’ll finally get to see the buildings as I wished.”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations, Floyd.”

You clap your hands together made him melt. “It wasn’t much. The questions weren’t that hard, to begin with.”

“But it’s all the waaaayyy over the sea. So it’ll be a pain for me to go home every day.” He pointed to a place you couldn’t see and something in you froze, your chest going heavy. Just as you realized that you liked Floyd, he was going to be whisked away…But that would mean he’d get his wish to see the buildings, right? Wasn’t that what he wanted??

“W-we have to celebrate, then! This is such big news!! Oh, m-maybe we can order something in the cafeteria o-or…Maybe make a special request for Takoyaki and—!”

“I’m not going.”

“What?” All the excitement in you quickly vanished and soon overtook you when Floyd brought both of his hands to the paper, pulling at opposite ends. “Floyd, what are you doing?!” You run towards him, futilely grabbing his hands just as he was about to tear them. “Stop it! Floyd, stop it!!”

You wrestled with him for the paper, grappling at his wrists and using all your strength. “Stop making this harder than it has to be.” He growls at you, his pupils thin as slits and causing you to freeze in place but instead of submitting, you only held his wrists tighter and fought even harder.

“Then stop trying to stop me.” You tell him back with a shaking voice and that’s what sets him off giving you a window to snatch the paper away.

“Give it back!!” He roared.  

“No!” He grabbed you by the shoulder roughly and you kept your eyes closed and paper secure against your chest, waiting for the next round of grappling and grabs. A gentle weight settled on your other shoulder and you felt Floyd sigh against your ear, one so shakey and tired.

“Please. Just…Please give it to me.” He whispered.

“Promise me that you won’t tear it apart.”

There was silence, a moment where he weighs the consequences. You knew that he knew how bad it was when one of them lied to the other. “…I promise.”

You made the exchange and Floyd let you go. “Floyd…” You reached for his arm and he only closed his eyes. “I don’t want to go.” He said to you, letting out a shaking sigh. “We have to get out of our shell sometime. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“It’s not that.”

He looked at you, brows furrowed and lips tight. “It’s not the same if we’re not complete.”

You remember the conversation you had as children, the joy he expressed you asked if you could go with him. You tried to say something but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Floyd stayed in his position and holding the paper tightly in his fist.

“You can enjoy the buildings without me. I honestly prefer that theme park by the sea more.”

The wind blew casting a rain of leaves and nighttime flowers. You smile at Floyd, shoulder bopping. “To me, theme parks are more fun than shining buildings. That’s why…” You hold his tense fist. “Don’t worry about me.”

His movement was sudden, your body colliding with his in an embrace and a very tight one. You reciprocated this gesture with your own hug, hands stroking his spine. “I’ll be okay, Floyd. And I know you will be too. It’s okay.”

The howling wind blew again and all the words you wanted to say all the while Floyd held you quietly, tightly against his body.

The sun shined over the airport and twins were dressed to the nines in travel gear. Azul and you standing next to each other with some warm coffee warming in your hands. “I never understood why airports are so cold…” You whispered, bringing the cup to your lips.

“We did come here quite early,” Azul says, biting into a warm piece of toast. “Perhaps when the sun rises we’ll get to bask in it for as long as we like.”

You sipped at your coffee while Floyd and Jade readied their things. The two discussing and looking for their IDs and booklets, pens and papers they might need, checking and re-checking their things. Under the table, Floyd held your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. The time you had together was growing shorter and shorter.

“That should be everything,” Jade says and leans back on his chair. “All our IDs are here and we have enough snacks to last the trip.” You scoffed, one brow raised. “Snacks are very important knowing you, Jade.”

“I’m a growing boy, I need to eat.” He’d reason and you only pouted. “I’m gonna miss teasing you.”

“My line will always be open to you, don’t worry.”

Azul wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Do keep in contact with us while you’re away. You know how we are.” And the twins nodded their heads.

“Flight number AF7988, ready for boarding.”

All four of you stood before the check-in counter, Floyd’s hand never leaving yours. “This is it,” Azul said, raising his hands to pat the twins’ backs. “Keep safe and make us proud.”

“My, already talking like a father Azul?”

“I am only expressing my pride in the both of you, that’s all.”

You turned to Floyd, head downcast and hand still in yours. “Floyd, it’s time to go.” You say, touching his wrist. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.” It was only then that he turned to you and raising your hand; a card was placed on your palm. An Ace of Hearts. “Read it when I leave.”

“Okay.”

All four of you exchanged hugs with Floyd’s being practically squeezing tight. And watched the twins walked to the boarding, you held the card to your chest until they disappeared from view. “Now that’s over with, I think this calls for a ‘proper’ breakfast, don’t you think?”

The two of you walked the halls and down to the walkway that overlooked the planes, you see a particular one ready to leave and you stare, suddenly remembering the card in your palm.

“Read it when I leave.”

Turning it over, the engines of the plane was on full throttle and went down the runway at high speeds. The twins closed their eyes, readying themselves for the pressure they would receive. You turned over the card just as the plane took flight, just as Floyd turned away to leave.

“I love you.”

The plane soars higher into the sky and over the clouds, the plane now leveled with the early morning sun. Your eyes do not blink but the tears were what prompted Azul to take you by your shoulders. You remembered the memories you shared with Floyd up until that point, the realization of your feelings to the revelation of his departure.

He loved you. He always had.

Floyd and Jade sat next to each other with Floyd taking the window seat to stare into the sky above. “Well, we’ll be in here for the next ten hours so might as well keep us…” Floyd’s sniffling was sudden, his fingers grappling at the armrest.

Jade placed his hand on his brother’s and squeezed. “They’ll be alright. They promised they will be.”

The plane continued to fly farther and farther away from the person he came to love.