#fuck that. y’all are wonderful and handsome and beautiful

[mycological-mariner]

First day of Pride and I just want to shine a light on all the trans people who are unable to transition, especially those who aren’t fresh faced university grads. Those who don’t live in a supportive or even just accepting home or community. Those who aren’t well off, those who aren’t good at or popular enough to crowd fund. Those who can’t afford transitioning. Those who can’t even transition socially or need to stay in the closet for your safety. Those who rely on benefits or unforgiving jobs to just pay the bills. Having to hear day in and day out you’re just GNC, that your pre-transition body is “ugly” and the ways you can express your gender are “cringe.” Every trans person who’s been told they aren’t “trying hard enough”. Those trans people who won’t even get to imagine transitioning for years.

I see you. I love you. You’re so undervalued and under appreciated in a world where being a white, well off 20 year old on HRT and getting surgery is more common to see than people who work full time and just don’t have that privilege. It sucks, so much. But you are loved and you are seen.

Happy Pride Month to trans people who aren’t where they want to be. The world is better with you in it. We all need each other.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Thanksgiving | Juraj Slafkovský

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Juraj spends his first ever thanksgiving with you and your family

To say you were nervous would be the understatement of the century. 

This is the first Thanksgiving you would be bringing someone with you and your family was really not known for being calm, cool and collected around new people. You hated to say you were embarrassed by your family but they truly did manage to take jokes a bit too far and make situations a bit awkward before you could get ahead of them. 

“Princezná,” Juraj’s voice snaps you from your thoughts and you look over to see the younger boy staring at you with eyes full of concern. 

“Don’t worry,” he reminds you, slipping his hand into yours and squeezing it causing the butterflies in your stomach to kick up more as his touch calms you. 

“M’not worried about you,” you reassure him and he tilts his head. “I’m worried about them and I’m worried you won’t like me or my family anymore after this.” 

Anyone who watched you and Juraj for more than 5 seconds could tell he was your whole world and more. The guys used to joke that you followed each other around like a lost puppy so much they were dumbfounded when you two admitted that neither of you realized that you liked each other. It was so blatantly obvious they all thought the two of you were playing dumb. 

You looked at Juraj like he hung the stars and the moon. Juraj looked at you like he was finally seeing every color for the first time and because of it, he could finally see the true beauty in the world. He’d do anything for you, everyone knew it and he was the first to admit it. For you to even assume he would ever leave you sliced his heart clean in half at the idea. 

“Princezná I’m in your life for as long as you’ll have me,” he reassures you, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles and you smile despite your nerves. 

You finally get to your parents house and cars are already piled in the driveway and spilling out onto the curb. You park a bit away, careful so you don’t get blocked in and Juraj grabs the dessert you made before making his way over to you. He intertwines your fingers before letting you take the lead towards your house. 

The minute you knock on the front door it’s a whirlwind, your mom comes flying out excitement etched all over her features with a hint of chaos in her eyes over all the family excitement. You smile as she hugs you tight before turning to Juraj. 

“Cupcake is this him?” your mom asks, employing a childhood nickname that makes you blush. 

“Momma this is Juraj,” you say, gesturing towards your boyfriend. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you!” your mom exclaims, pulling Juraj into a hug and beaming at the taller boy. “You are just as handsome as can be!” 

Your momma’s southern accent drips like honey over her words and Juraj takes a second to process what was said before flushing a deep red and thanking her. She ushers the two of you in and the whirlwind of family continues. 

At a glance, you instantly spot your dad, four of your uncles, four of your aunts, your older brother, all of your older cousins, your two youngest cousins, and several other spouses and children of your cousins that you couldn’t quite keep up with in such a big family. Juraj looks overwhelmed as your family spots him and the whole room erupts. 

“(y/n)!” your older brother yells, jumping up from his seat and making his way over. He pulls you in for a tight hug and you reciprocate before he backs off and turns to Juraj. 

“What’s up man?” your brother says, pulling him in for a bro hug before stepping back and grinning at the two of you. 

“Y’all are cute. Don’t fucking hurt her though,” your brother threatens and you feel the heat of embarrassment rush through you. 

“Okay come on,” you say, ushering Juraj further into the house as your brother laughs at your reaction. 

The two of you make your way around the room, introducing him to aunts, uncles, cousins, anyone that wants a peek at your new boyfriend. You tried to keep the conversations short, nervous that someone would tell a horribly embarrassing story that would ruin it all for you and Juraj’s relationship. 

“Dinner time!” Your mom yells out and everyone gets settled around the big dinner table. Your dad ends up saying grace before everyone digs in and the conversations start up again. 

“(y/n) you remember when we used to take crawfish from the lake?” your brother questions and immediately your cousin Alex joins in. 

“Holy shit! Didn’t we play that terrible circle of death game?” 

“What’s a circle of death?” Juraj asks innocently and the boys gasp while you let out a small laugh. 

“Well (y/n) came up with it,” your brother chimes in. 

“Did not! Dad taught us,” you respond but your brother shakes his head. 

“Basically, you get a crawfish, draw a circle in the sand, and give the crawfish four options,” your cousin explains and Juraj nods along as he talks. 

“If it goes towards the road, you let it get run over by a car. If it goes towards the rock you kill it with the rock, same if it goes towards a stick. But, if it goes towards the water it gets to live.” 

“But (y/n) never let them live,” your brother chimes in and your mouth drops open. 

“Okay now you’re making stuff up!” you exclaim and Juraj lets out a loud laugh at the three of you as you continue to bicker and joke with each other. 

“Juraj?” your youngest cousin calls timidly. 

“Yes?” 

“How many languages do you speak?” 

Emmy was the youngest and smartest out of all of your cousins. She wanted to be an astronaut since she was a kid and had even made it into a prestigious NASA summer program this past year. She now seemed to be dipping her toes into literature and all things language. She was already fluent in English and Chinese. 

“Three, almost four.” 

“Can you say something?” 

By now the entire family has gone quiet waiting to hear what Juraj will say and what language it’ll be in. Juraj smiles shyly, looking directly at you before speaking in his native language. 

“Ona je svetlom môjho života. Dôvod môjho dýchania a som taký šťastný, že ju mám.” 

You recognize the language as Slovak, Juraj occasionally speaks the language around you but especially when talking to his family from home. Your head tilts having no idea what he said but feeling like it was about you regardless. 

“What does that mean?” Emmy asks curiously and Juraj breaks eye contact with you to look at her. 

“It’s a secret,” he tells her with a wink. 

The rest of dinner goes the same way and you find yourself smiling so much your face begins to hurt. Your whole family has noticed, Juraj constantly staring at you with soft heart eyes whenever you speak. It made them happy to see you so incredibly happy. 

“I think it’s time for a game,” your younger cousin Olivia states and the whole family looks at her. 

“Oh heck!” she exclaims and everyone cheers. 

“Oh what?” Juraj whispers to you and you laugh lightly at his confused expression. 

“A card game we learned as kids,” you explain. 

To be honest, you still didn’t totally master Oh Heck even after all these years. It was confusing, fast paced, and utterly a mess every time the lot of you played. Your cousin deals the cards and you decide to “team up” with Juraj so he can try and catch on. It doesn’t take him long though, and it seems like he’s ready to go by the second round. 

“Wait what?!” your younger cousins exclaim when Juraj has made it to the end of the game and has been crowned the official winner. 

“You’re invited to every family function from here on out,” your uncle says, clapping Juraj on the shoulder and smiling proudly almost like a father would. 

After helping clean up, bidding goodbye to aunts and uncles, promising to text cousins and one last tight hug from your parents, you and Juraj are out the door with leftovers in hand. As you walk to your car, you notice the wide smile still on Juraj’s lips and you tilt your head at him. 

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, bumping your shoulder with his. 

“How much I like your family. How much I love you,” he murmurs and your smile is blown wide. 

“I love you too,” you say, finally reaching your car. 

Juraj moves all of the leftovers into the backseat before walking over to your side of the car. You think he’s going to open the door but instead he steps forward until your back is against the door and one hand comes up to rest on the door frame while the other rests lightly on your waist. 

“Thank you for inviting me,” he says and you flush under his intense gaze. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” you respond. 

Juraj leans down and presses his lips to yours, warming your figure from head to toe and you sling your arms around his neck reveling in the feeling of his hands on you and the smell of his cologne so close and so comforting. 

“Let’s go home,” he says when the two of you break apart. He opens the door for you and helps you in before making his way over to his side. 

The minute he gets in the car his hand is intertwined with yours and he squeezes tightly a quiet “i love you” in his touch and together you head home.

[saintrocklee]

the first time y’all fuck kisame feels like a fucking teenager

[mdni this is about intercourse]

kissing you always left him a little bit breathless, a little bit lightheaded. chaste kisses turned sloppy and needy without his permission. hands kept in respectful places always wandered. he always let you lead, following your pace like a lost puppy eager to please. the day you climbed into his lap without prompting had him spiraling for some sort of control and he feels like a goddamn virgin. you were always so responsive and greedy, kissing every inch of him you could get to and kisame reciprocates in kind. he doesn’t think anyone’s ever kissed the spot between his eyes after telling him how handsome he was, he knows no one has ever stroked his jaw and told him he was beautiful. it makes butterflies beat a broken rhythm in his gut, makes the beast inside of him curl his lips and want.

the day he’s got you underneath him, naked and spread and whining, he’s so fucking nervous. when was the last time he had someone like this for him? when was the last time someone stayed this long? what if it’s too much, what if he’s too much, and he’s shredding the sheets in his too tight grip above your head. and as eager and ready as you are you take his face in your hands and kiss him slow. you bring him back to you with a swipe of your tongue, with a pleasant hum as he nips at your lips. his shaking arms still and he’s pushing inside you and it feels so good and he’s sore from how hard he’s holding himself back, muscles bunching around you, tension coiling around him like vines.

but you’re so sweet and careful, running your nails through his hair and talking him through it as he pants against your collar bone. you feel so good you whisper to him, tongue playfully flicking his ear. he groans into your skin and pushes deeper at your insistence. i won’t break you murmur and it’s painful, how much he wants you. how much he loves you

he’s halfway in and has to stop and breathe when you start to nip at him, whispers of encouragement turning into whimpers of pleasure. he wasn’t a teenager he wasn’t going to cum yet he needed to feel you he needed to feel all of you and you’re pushing at his chest, telling him to roll over. kisame would do anything for you, anything, so he relents and now you’re the one above him panting and shaking as you continue to lower yourself down down down. now he’s babbling, words spilling from his mouth before he can even register what he’s saying.

s-shit darlin’ keep going baby — shit

so fuckin’ p-pretty — fuck

tell me if it’s t-too much tell me —

baby come on baby that’s it — s-shit

the words i love you are there, bubbling on the edge, but he manages to not whine them as you take all of him. he holds you there for a moment, both of you adjusting, letting you once again decide the pace before you start mouthing at his neck. you whisper his name and he thrusts slow and steady, eyes rolling back at how tight you are, how wet you are. your whining turns into oh god and the surprised broken noise you let out when he hits something deep and just right inside you has kisame feeling good. cocky. his previous thoughts of being too much are lost to him and he rolls you over, once again hovering over you. only this time the lopsided smirk he gives you is confident and happy and you squeal at the new pace he sets. it’s not his hardest, it’s not the primal pace the beast inside him is craving, but it has you clutching him, nails carving into his skin, praise and more more more leaving your lips as you cum around him. he’s chasing his own release and can’t help but latch on to your neck, teeth and tongue clashing against your skin as he starts to cums, eyes almost crossing as you beg for him to do inside inside inside please i want to feel you.

he needs a minute once he’s finished and slowly relaxes into you with a drawn out groan, your breathless laugh and fingers trailing against his back doing wonders for him. you both lay like that for awhile until you, ever the responsible one, mention that it’s probably dinner time. kisame grumbles that he can definitely think of something he’d like to eat and you pinch him with a fond sigh and tell him to get up and order a pizza so neither of you have to go very far.

[ageofhearingloss]

Who Are You Now ⎮Danny Wagner x Reader

A/N: hey guys, i am sososooo excited to give y’all my very first fic that i’ve ever written :’) this is an ode to danny lane, but also a little morsel for jake lane as well (i wouldn’t be a janny girl if i didn’t do that now would i). i’m thinking that this will be four, maaaaybe five parts so please let me know what y’all think (but please be kind cause i am fragile as fuck) and if you’d be interested in reading the rest! (this story exists in a timeline where the boys aren't in the band aaaaand it will have 18+ content so minors DNI! go away please and thank you!)

also quick shoutout to real life bestie @joopsworld for being my editor-in-chief and urging me to start writing again in the first place! she also made this collage (all pics sourced from pinterest and insta) and it is just perfect. 

okay guys! hehe! thank you for giving me the courage to do this!

(here is part two!)

pairing: danny wagner x female reader, jake kiszka x female oc

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption and that’s pretty much it, this one is fluff! but just y'all wait, that’ll change ;)))) This series will contain 18+ content so minors, DNI! shoo shoo!

word count: ~7k heh sorry

summary: you and your best friend have just moved to a new city and spontaneously meet a group of handsome young strangers during a night out. you hit it off with one of them in particular, but are left wondering if you are just friends or if there’s something more on the horizon.

“Girl, you gotta hurry up,” you yelled as you pounded on the heavy plastic door of the porta-potty, “They flickered the lights, I think we’ve got, like, five minutes.” “I’m trying, don’t rush me!” Natalie replied, anxiety laced in her voice as you listened to her fumbling around. 

The two of you had been waiting for this concert for months, and it couldn’t have been a more perfect evening for it. It was a seasonably warm, autumn night in Nashville, the outdoor venue placed along the river, allowing the sounds of the water, the chirp of the crickets, and birds of the night to waft over the fellow concert-goers. The sun had just made its descent below the horizon, leaving the sky a beautiful purplish-pink hue while allowing the stars to begin their nightly dance. 

Removing your hand from the door, you glanced around to admire these things that have become commonplace in your new home. You and your best friend, Natalie, were still adjusting to your new residence. The two of you had gone to college together to study music, but when you found your careers coming to a standstill in your hometown, the move to Nashville seemed like the obvious decision to make. Being in a city surrounded by the constant swelling of music and supported by fellow artists inspired the two of you to no end; it was something that you’ve never experienced before, and you knew it was something you weren’t going to be letting go of any time soon.

You were completely dumbfounded by the fact that it was October and you weren’t on the look-out for the first blizzard of the winter. The thought of not having cleats on the bottom of your boots and a 20lb bag of salt in the back of your car was absolutely unheard of. Yes, you were a long way from your hometown in the snowy midwest, but you had never felt more at home. You allowed your eyes to close, listening to the evening sounds around you.

I can’t believe we actually made it here. 

Startled out of your daydreaming, Natalie yanked the door open, strolling past you while fanning her hands in the air to dry them. “Pushy,” she murmured, wearing an amused smile while she glanced at you from over her shoulder. Her eyes, the color of the river dancing next to you, were sparkling with excitement, her milk chocolate hair shining golden in the last remaining bits of sunlight. You sent a beaming smile back to her, bounding after her as she guided you back to your seats. 

The seats you had selected were right in the middle of the venue, not too close to the stage, but not in the nosebleeds, either. Content with the view, you relaxed into your seat, Natalie handing you the beer that you two somehow found the time to buy. You took the time to look around once again; taking in the details of the stage, doing your fair share of people watching, until you found the eyes of a man who seemed to have already been staring at you.

He was sitting at the other end of the section, only a couple rows ahead of you. Even from this far away, you could tell that his eyes were the color of deep caramel, almost burnt. You held his gaze for a few seconds, convinced that it wasn't you he was actually looking at, so you glanced around at the people sitting nearby. When you realized no one was looking in his direction, you moved your eyes back to him and found that he was still watching you, this time giving you a small smile accompanied with a slight nod as if to say, “Yes, you.”

You felt a poke on your knee. “You totally said something to me, didn’t you?” you mumbled, still looking at the stranger. Natalie laughed out, “Yeah, I said that I can’t believe we actually made it– what are you looking at?” You looked back at her, then glanced down at the man who was now preoccupied with speaking to his friends around him. She got the hint, nonchalantly looking towards where you had directed her. “Oh, he’s pretty,” she whispered, a shit-eating grin creeping upon her face. You nodded eagerly as you stared at her, the two of you bursting into a fit of laughter a moment later.  

She was right, he was pretty. Maybe even the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You took a second to gather in his features; you could tell he was tall even from sitting down; he had a muscular build, with deep brown, ringlet curls that swept over his shoulders and down his back. When you had met his eyes moments before, they were warm, kind, inviting. His smile was effortless, and even though he was extremely handsome, there was no hint of arrogance that came off him. 

Who is this guy?

You rolled your eyes at yourself, he’s just some random man. But you were eager to catch one more glimpse of him and as you looked in his direction, the lights dimmed all too quickly, signifying the show was about to start, and he’s lost to darkness.

The concert had been everything you hoped it’d be, and more. You and your friend had been speechless the second the show ended, and then flooded with excited comments all at once. She was your favorite person to see shows with; you both had a mutual love and admiration for live music, whether it be in an arena that seated thousands, or in someone’s backyard. Which was one of the driving factors as to why you moved to this music-filled city in the first place.

“By the way, I counted that guy looking at you six times tonight,” Natalie offered as she climbed the steps leaving your seats. “No, don’t tell me that!” You laughed back, heat flushing your face while you tried to hide the smile that threatened to break upon your mouth. “I’m being so for real, what if he’s at Mickey’s later?” She joked as she raised her eyebrows up and down before linking her arm in yours. 

“I gotta pee, and then we can head to the bar.” 

“Again?” 

“Hey, I had three beers! It’s not my fault you have a bladder of steel.” 

Waiting for her once more outside the porta-potty, you pulled out your phone and called an Uber to your favorite dive bar. The bar was nothing fancy; you and Natalie had made it a promise long ago to get skilled at playing pool, and this bar just so happened to be the perfect place for that. Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you watched the groups of people pass you by on their way out. 

You heard the door open just as you spotted him in the crowd, not surprised when you realized he was already glancing your way.

“How far away is the Uber?”

He gave you the same smile as before, and offered you a wave goodbye.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t hear her as you lifted your arm to give him a small wave back, to which he nodded in reply. You watched as he and his group made their way towards the exit of the park and into the night.

“Wait, did he come over here while I was in the bathroom?”

“Nonono, he just waved goodbye from over there,” You absently gestured towards his direction, eyes still strained on where he had just been.

“Yeah,” she snorted out a laugh. “I saw!”

You gave her a sarcastic smile, linking your arms together once more and before dragging her towards the exit. “C’mon, the car is only two minutes away.”

~~~~

Thanking the driver as you stepped out of the car and into the bustling streets of Nashville, the city was alive with more people and music than you were used to growing up. You and Natalie had found this bar one night in search of reprieve from the crowds, bouncers, and pricey cover charges, stumbling inside to find a hidden treasure trove, Mickey’s Tavern. The two of you had been regulars ever since. 

Walking through the threshold, one of the rotating bartenders recognized the two of you and got started on Natalie’s whiskey ginger and your gin and tonic without you having to say a word. 

“Ooooh the table is open, you wanna go grab it?” Pointing your thumb over your shoulder as you asked Natalie. She was already on it, leaving you to meander over to the bar to wait for your drinks. Thanking the bartender and leaving your tab open, you wandered over to the pool table, where Natalie already had two cue sticks, chalked and ready to go. 

“Are you sure those are the rules? I feel like that’s not right,” she brought her drink to her mouth, brows bunching together as she surveyed the pool table. 

You shot her a pure feline grin, “Yeah, Nat, I’m 100% positive. Didn’t you say you wanted me to teach you?” You did have a little more experience when it came to the game than she did, but you didn’t let on that you were feeding her bullshit rules in order to mess with her. 

“Well, yeah, but that rule contradicts everything you just said five minutes ago,” she muttered as you bent over the table, lining up your shot.

“That’s because she’s messing with you.”

Oh shit.

You paused at the unfamiliar voice coming from behind you.

You caught a quick glimpse at Nat as you straightened to stand up, and watched as her eyes widened with a smile already plastered to her face. Your breath caught as you turned on your heels and of course, standing right in front of you, was the handsome mystery man you’d been ogling over not even an hour ago.  

“Sorry to interrupt your game,” his eyes darted behind you to the table, “but were you two just at that show over on the river?” His voice was sweet, melodic, and matched the same warm, inviting demeanor that he presented to you at the concert.

This can’t be real.

Sensing that you had gone stiff with shock, Nat made her way to your side of the table while nodding and saying, “Yeah! You were sitting just a couple rows ahead of us, right?”

He smiled that effortless smile you’ve seen from him a few times now, and even though he was addressing your friend, he could not peel his eyes away from your stare. You began to notice the outfit he was wearing– it’s simple, but damn, was it effective. A loose, white button-down hung off his back, unbuttoned slightly to reveal the top of his chest and the obsidian pendant around his neck. He wore pristine black jeans that juxtaposed the white sneakers that looked like they’ve been to hell and back. Every article of clothing clung to his body as if they were handcrafted especially for him.

You were pulled back to reality as a hand clapped over the man's shoulder, presenting a shorter and equally handsome man with long, golden-brown hair. He presented a dashing, but secretive, smile, his eyes full of wisdom and swirling with cream and sugar. His tanned, smooth skin was on display underneath a black buttoned shirt, laying open nearly to his navel, with an ancient silver medallion dangling in the center of his chest. 

“And who do we have here?” His voice was husky, alluring, somehow matching the same glint in his eye.

Looking past him, you noticed two other men standing behind them, their attention pulled to the interaction you and Nat were having with the men in front of you. You quickly realized this is the group he was at the concert with. His friends.

The taller man turned slightly to face his companion who still had his hand on his shoulder, and smiled, “I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”

They all directed their attention back to you and your friend, Natalie effortlessly easing the tension with her warm personality, “I’m Natalie, and this is-” she placed a gentle hand on your back. “I’m Y/n,” you interrupted, not realizing that you had still been holding your breath. You hadn’t left those caramel eyes this whole time. Nat gave you a slight pat on your back for reassurance and finally, you felt a genuine smile grace your face, your eyes lighting up a bit and the anxiety finally vanishing from your body. Thank god for Natalie. “And you are…?” you offered to the men in front of you with a quirked eyebrow. 

“Oh right, I’m Daniel,” said your mystery concert man. “And these are my brothers, Jake,” he threw his arm around the shoulders of the long-haired man by his side, “Josh,” he gestured to the man who looked like Jake’s other half, who donned a head of wild, brown curls and gave you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Sunshine incarnate, you thought as Josh joined Jake's side. “And Sam,” he said as a lanky man, equally as tall as Daniel, bounded over to stand on the other side of the man doing the introductions. He looked like Josh and Jake combined; long, flowing hair just like Jake’s, but with an equally saccharine smile as Josh. He had a playful charm to him that put you further at ease. You looked between the four beautiful men, noting how Daniel was the only one who didn't look identical to the others. Sam, following your eyes, somehow knew exactly what you were thinking. He grasped Daniel’s arm and started shaking him slightly. “I know,” he grinned at you. “He’s the only one who didn’t get the Kiszka good looks.” He winked as Daniel shook his head, accompanied by a huffy laugh. The men before you presented an alluring, unified front, and you could tell that love flowed freely between the four of them and their bond with each other ran deep. You and Natalie were both grinning ear to ear as you finished exchanging greetings, the two of you shot a sideward glance at each other as if to say “Can you believe they’re all this gorgeous?” 

After shaking hands with the men, Josh proclaimed “We’re waiting for one more of our friends to join us, can we get you ladies a drink in the meantime?” 

“I think we’re all good for now,” you signaled to the drink in your hand, “but thanks, Josh!” You smiled sweetly to him, and he gave you a quick wink in confirmation before beckoning Sam to follow him to the bar. Left with Daniel and Jake in front of you, Jake lifted his chin in gesture to Nat’s drink, “what are you drinking?”

“Whiskey ginger,” she answered, blue eyes assessing him, bringing the glass to her lips.

“Aaah, a woman of taste,” He nodded contemplatively, earning him a smirk in return.

Oh, these two are gonna have some fun together.

You looked back to Daniel and could tell by how he was looking between Jake and Natalie that he agreed. 

Daniel’s attention then landed on the pool table behind you, “Would you mind if we joined you for a real game of pool? Jake here knows the rules pretty well,” throwing a smirk your way. “Not at all,” Nat said as she brought her cue stick up to gently swat your back, “I’ve gotta learn the real rules at some point.”

You laughed, “Hey, you gotta admit I had you going for a while!” Her eyes crinkled up in that smile you adored, throwing her head back as a laugh escaped her. 

Jake cut in, “I’m gonna be on Natalie’s team.” Daniel’s eyebrows lifted in question, Jake answering his friend, “What?” He began to walk around to the other side of the table, “Someone’s gotta show her some winning moves.” She made her way over to Jake, eyeing him up and down competitively, before playfully shoving his shoulder. The two of them shared a laugh, eyes burning into each other's with lustful amusement. 

“Looks like you’re with me,” you offered to Daniel, beaming, as he came to stand at your side. “Just don’t try to pull a fast one on me, too, y/n.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

Slowly, he bent to say softly in your ear, “I’ll bet you $5 they’ll go home together tonight.” You knew Nat like the back of your hand and you know how much she loves her own bed, but accepting the challenge, you offered your hand out to him. “Deal.”

He grasped it firmly, shaking it as his eyes seared into yours. 

~~~~

Those damned hands.

Watching him grip his cue stick, placing a hand on the side of the table, brushing the hair out of his face, it all made you nearly jump out of your skin. You were aware of every movement Daniel made, cursed to not look away in fear you might miss the tiniest detail. Noting how nimble his fingers were, how gracefully they skimmed the felt of the table, it told you just how skilled he must be with them- 

Focus on something else, y/n. 

It took pure willpower to pull you out of your flustered state, forcing yourself to look at the game table displayed in front of you. As Jake lined up a shot, you noticed how the game had progressed nicely; turned out you and Daniel made a great team, working strategically against your opponents, and Jake just so happened to be an excellent teacher, Natalie quickly grasping the rules and giving your team a run for your money. 

You listened intently to Jake and Natalie’s conversation– they were equally matched in wit and humor, and they seemed to hit it off exceptionally well. You even caught that Jake had called her “Nat” a couple of times. Funny, usually she doesn’t let that slide with strangers, you pondered, she must be in real deep. 

As your eyes bounced between the two of them, Daniel made his way to your side once again, his attention still on his brother's turn, but said to you,

“You don’t have to call me Daniel, I like Danny and Dan, too.”

You smiled as your brows knitted together in confusion, wondering how his comment was along the same train of thought you were just having. 

“Then why did you introduce yourself as Daniel?”

“Sam gets on my case about using my full name; he almost exclusively calls me Daniel.” He shrugged, “I guess I’ve gotten used to it.”

You peeled your gaze from the table to look at him, “I’m assuming his full name is Samuel, so why does he go by Sam?”

A Chesire grin crept upon his lips, “So you can imagine my frustration.”

Huffing out a laugh, you turned back to the table with a slight nod of your head.

“Dan it is, then.”

“BROTHERS!” Almost as if he were summoned, you heard Sam's voice boom over the atmosphere of the bar. You watched as he and Josh wove their way back to the table, Josh holding two drinks high above his head so they didn’t spill as he bumped into the people around him; it was impossible not to notice how much taller Sam was than his curly-headed counterpart, especially in this moment. Taking in the sight before him, Dan dropped his chin to his chest, chuckling, “Say the devil's name three times and he’ll appear.” He said it loud enough for Jake and Natalie to hear, the latter covering her mouth to mask her giggles.

“We come bearing refreshments!” Josh rejoiced as the two boys approached the pool table, and you took inventory of the drinks they handed to their brothers:

A glass of whiskey, neat, for Jake, and a Topo Chico seltzer for Dan. Sam was gripping a Corona bottle that had not one, not two, but three lime wedges floating in it, and Josh had already chugged the majority of his margarita. He noticed you watching him throw it back, and explained “Tequila is good for the soul” with a mischievous smirk. You couldn’t help but smile when you looked at Josh; he had a radiance that was undeniably unique and impossible to ignore.

Your attention moved back to check-in with your friend, but instead you found her preoccupied as Jake raised his glass to her. She mirrored his action and clinked her drink against his, neither of them relinquishing eye contact as they both took a sip of their amber liquids. Dan was also watching, and you weren’t surprised when he jabbed his elbow into your side lightly, wiggling his eyebrows to remind you of the bet you two made. 

Conversation was easy and enjoyable amongst this party of six. The pool game took a backseat while you all got to know each other; the men, you, and Natalie took turns volleying information back and forth about yourselves to the patient, waiting ears of the others. You could’ve guessed that Jake and Josh were twins, and were not surprised by the fact that Sammy Boy was their younger brother. You learned that Danny, in fact, wasn’t a Kiszka; he’s a Wagner. “We grew up together,” Josh explained, his empty glass chiming against the table as he set it down. “Jake was hell-bent on starting a band when we were barely teenagers, and we recruited Danny to play drums for us in our garage.” The four men exchanged knowing smiles as you inquired “And how did that go? The band?” “Well,” Dan cut in, “considering Jake is the only one who has a music career, I’d say it went pretty great.” He clapped his hand on Jake’s back, and you could have sworn you saw a hint of crimson color Jake’s cheeks. Nat noticed it too, her eyes saying to you, Isn’t he the sweetest thing? 

Beyond that, you learned that Jake was also an accomplished chef and had taught Sam everything he knew. Sam was in charge of manning the kitchen at a restaurant you and Natalie frequented, explaining to him that the restaurant had quickly become one of your favorites upon moving to this town. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you! Who knew it’d be sweet, sweet Daniel who brought us together.”

Josh was a filmmaker, flying between Nashville, LA, and NYC regularly for work. He was animatedly talking with his hands while he explained the murder mystery he was currently shooting. He had all of you on the edges of your seats, dramatic tension hanging like dense fog in the air, when you all were interrupted by the abrupt change in song and volume, “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey roaring to life from the jukebox at the other end of the bar.

Mumblings erupted from the four boys; Jake shook his head defeatedly, “For fucks sake…” 

Sam shot straight up in the air to glare at the jukebox over the heads of the other patrons of the bar,  his eyes squinting on his target. Setting his Corona on the green felt, not caring if it tipped over, you all watched as he started his warpath into the crowd, hollering “DAVE!! DO YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF DEATH WISH?”

Josh’s shoulders shook with laughter as Dan turned to you and Natalie, explaining, “Dave, the friend we were waiting for. Also known for being an absolute menace on aux.”

~~~~

Dave and Sam had decided to join your game, after they stopped bickering over the music, of course. You found out that Dave was the one who had lived in Nashville the longest, and he was in a band of his own with his buddies Alex and Chris.

“We’re called “The Thing With Feathers,” if you wanna look us up.” He told you with a sideward smirk. “The thing with feathers…. Like Emily Dickinson?” Nat inquired. 

“Exactly like that.”

Dave was incredibly charming and charismatic, similar in energy to Sam but a hint more suave. You assumed their matching energy might be the reason as to why they bickered like they have been married for 50 years. He had a messy mop of brown hair, and wore a teal, silk top so stunning that you found yourself convincing him to tell you where it was from.

Dave joined your team with Dan (“Where you been, buddy? I’ve missed you!”), and Sam joined his brother and Natalie. Josh insisted on pulling up a bar stool and playing referee for your game that had somehow managed to go unfinished for a long while (“I can make any game interesting. Just you watch, y/n”). 

Your team was getting your asses handed to you, until finally Natalie claimed victory, sinking the 8-ball. Claps and cheers erupted from your group as she responded with a slight curtsey and bow of her head, grinning from ear to ear. You’re delighted as you watched Sam jump up and down, running to Nat to give her a double high-five. She was laughing up a storm as Jake threw an arm around her shoulder, a proud grin plastered to his face. “All thanks to my winning moves,” voice laced with a hint of sarcasm as he squeezed her shoulder a little tighter. Her eyes flickered with surprise for just a millisecond, before she wrapped her arm around his waist, hip-checking him, retorting “Hmm, I actually think it was beginners luck.”

It hit you suddenly that you had only met this group of men a little over an hour ago; you felt as though you’ve known them your whole life. You noticed how at ease you felt, how you could undeniably be yourself without feeling like you needed to win the others over. Your laughs, smiles, and teasing jokes came freely, and were received and reciprocated with joy and humor. It’s a welcome feeling, and you knew that you’d be chasing it for a while. Natalie met your eyes, still snug under Jake’s arm, and you could tell she felt similarly. The two of you had made a few friends since moving to Nashville, but most of your close ones still remained back in your hometown. You two have been dying to find a group to call your own, and these guys seemed like they’d be a perfect fit. You were just praying that tonight wasn’t a one time deal. 

“How about we get a victory round for our Pool Champ?” Josh asked, jumping off his stool and already heading in the direction of the bar. Everybody was celebrating as they followed Josh, you and Dan at the end of the train. He ushered you ahead of him, placing a gentle hand on the middle of your back, guiding you through the crowd. His touch was whisper soft, but his hand felt like a brand against your body, instantly lighting you up in a way that you’ve been fighting to acknowledge all night. 

Those damned hands. 

Huddled around the bar, you and Daniel were graced with the chance to speak one on one, Natalie involved with the twins about Jake’s music, Josh gushing over how talented his brother was and insisting that she had to hear him play his guitar. Sam and Dave were back over at the jukebox and you could vaguely hear Sam’s scolding and Dave’s boisterous laugh. 

You were eager to learn more about Dan- he was the only one who was still somewhat shrouded in mystery, but before you could begin asking him questions, he beat you to the punch.

“How far from here do you live?” Dan asked, bringing his drink to his lips until he halts, “Not– that sounded creepy. I swear I’m not a stalker.” He brought his drink back down with a nervous laugh, shaking his head side to side.

“No, no! I know what you meant. Nat and I are just about 15 minutes away from here.”

“Thank god,” he released a breath, fiddling with the tab on his drink can. “So I take it you come around here pretty often then?”

You gave him a sly grin, eyes squinting just a little bit as he stammered, “Just curious if I’ll see you here any time soon.”

You hadn’t seen him flustered at all tonight, but listening to him stumble over his words ignited that same flame inside you that now you’d need a firehouse to extinguish. 

“Yeah, this is our favorite bar, we come here all the time.”

He gave you a grateful smile, seeming to thank you for being gracious of his fumbling, and you returned it, trying to ease his nerves even the slightest bit more. 

“So you and Natalie live together? You seem like you’re really close, how did you meet?”

You regaled the tale of how you two went to college for music together, quickly becoming joined at the hip and inseparable ever since. You’ve been through hell and back together, and you’re honored to stand by her side. He listened intently, glancing between you and your friend with a smile that suggested he knew exactly the feeling you were describing. Once you were running out of things to say, he had an arsenal of questions ready to ask you about your studies, about the music you loved, everything, and you answered each of them with matching enthusiasm. 

In a breath of silence, you were able to ask, “So how about you and your brothers? Seems like it’s more than just playing together in the garage.” You were happy to have the spotlight shift back to him if it meant that you got to glean a little more information out of your mystery man.

“We’re from a tiny town in Michigan, and we really only had each other. Just like you and Natalie, we’ve been inseparable ever since we were little. I dunno,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “we rely on each other.” 

You sat your glass down as you looked between the brothers, and knew that he was telling the truth. You felt it, saw it, immediately when they introduced themselves to you. 

“I know about all the others, but what do you do–”

Suddenly, Sam and Dave were behind him, Sam hauling him out of his stool with a “Sorry, y/n! I need him to help settle a score between me and Idiot over here!” The two of them dragged Dan back over to the jukebox, him gracing you with an apologetic smile as you chuckled to yourself. Brothers, indeed.

You joined Natalie and the twins, eagerly listening to their conversation unfold, bouncing between Josh’s movies, Jake’s music, and their questions about Natalie’s career. Eventually, Sam, Dave, and Daniel made their way back to the group, and the seven of you indulged in one last drink, hearing stories about their lives and loving every second of it. Dave had everybody in stitches talking about his time on tour with the band; you truly couldn’t remember the last time your stomach ached so badly from laughter.  

You sat back, admiring how Dan interacted with not only his friends, but how he spoke to Natalie. He had a witty and dry sense of humor, but was the most soft spoken and gentle one of the group; you’d previously thought that it was Jake, but you were proven incredibly wrong once that man had a few drinks in him. You’ve always been content to be a fly on the wall- observing how others interact and listening to the words exchanged around you was always something that brought you comfort. With this group, it was impossible to be bored. 

But you were happy to let them pull you out of your head and back to the conversation, and Dan insisted that they had to hear stories from your college days with Nat. She enthusiastically agreed, and hopped off her stool to stand behind yours, leaning down to hug your shoulders from behind. “You guys have GOT to hear about how y/n passed out on the side of the road on Halloween!” And with that, she had their undivided attention for at least the next half hour. 

~~~~

Drinks had long been emptied, and you and Nat had agreed that it was time for you to get some shut eye; sorry to break up such a jolly group, but the night had turned to the wee hours of the morning, much later than you two were used to staying out. Nat pulled her coat from the back of her stool and smoothed her dress. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom, I’ll call the–” “I know the drill, don’t worry.” You winked back to her. Once she disappeared to the bathroom, you watched the boys start making their way to the door, agreeing with you that it was time to call it a night. You called over to the bartender to close your tab, and once he made his way over to you with your receipt, Jake appeared behind you, placing his card down on the bar.

You looked up, “Jake, you don’t have-”

He held his hand up to stop you from talking.

“I want to, plus I owe it to her.” His eyes twinkled. You could tell he cared for Natalie even in the short amount of time they’ve gotten to know each other. You couldn’t imagine there being any ill-will behind those eyes, but what kind of friend would you be if you still didn’t give him a warning?

“Just please don’t be an asshole to her, okay? I think she really likes you.”

He was signing the receipt as his head snapped up to look at you, a sheepish smile already evident on his face, eyes wide and sparkling, “Really?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm, and you nodded your assurance.

“The same goes for you and Danny. He has a big heart. Be careful with him.” He slid the pen and paper back over the bar and gave you one last mischievous show of his teeth before you two sauntered over to the front door to join the rest of his band of brothers.

Natalie returned a beat later, informing you that your car home was still a little ways away. The boys insisted on staying with you until then, and you didn’t mind if it meant you had a few more moments to share with them. Dan has made his way to your side again but you noticed him shifting his weight between each foot, something you would chalk up to a nervous habit. Your gaze naturally found his, and the man was every shade of flustered as he watched you with an unsure grin. Carefully, he finally leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Looks like I owe you $5.” 

You grinned at him, opening your mouth to tell him to save it, when he interrupted you with, “Hold that thought,” and briskly slipped away back over to the bar. Confused, you watched his head of curls ask the bartender for something, the bartender placing a Sharpie in his outstretched palm a second later. He turned to walk back to your group, his teeth bared in a smile that could have shot you straight to the heavens. He painted a picture of collected calm, worlds different from how he looked moments earlier. He returned to your side, grabbing your hand without hesitation, and held it in his as he lifted it up. Sharpie in the other, he proceeded to write his phone number on the back of your hand, and the gesture had everyone halt their conversations to turn their attention to the two of you. You couldn’t help but blush at his action; no one had ever done that to you before, not to mention it being a little outdated. Josh seemed to agree, exclaiming “Woooooo! Look at you go, Grandpa!” Dan shot him a glare out of the corner of his eye while quickly finishing up his writing. You chanced a quick look over at Natalie to see that her jaw was on the floor as she watched this event unfold, eyes darting between your hand and your face as your eyes widened, trying to say to her I know, I can’t believe it either! You peeled your attention away from Nat as he let go of your hand gently and replaced the cap on the Sharpie, finally looking back into your eyes. His demeanor was filled with confidence and laced with excitement. 

“Text me right now so I have your number, too.”

You chuckled, “Shouldn’t you just have asked me for my number?”

His smile turned cheeky, his gaze darkening just a hint, “Yeah, but I only thought of that after I started writing.”

The two of you shared a genuine laugh now.

“I like this much better anyways,” you said as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, Daniel intently watching your every move.

“There,” you said with a wink after pressing send, “Now we can arrange my payment.”

The Uber pulled up to the bar then, initiating the goodbyes between you and your new friends. For whatever reason, it shocked you that they each brought you in for a hug, Josh leading with a “Hope to see you soon, mama.” Dave crushed you in a side-hug that you swore could have left a bruise, and even Jake offered you a surprisingly larger bear hug than his smaller frame would suggest he was capable of. Sam damn near swept you off your feet, grasping you so tightly that you were winded when he released you from his vise-like embrace.

Dan was the last one to scoop you into his arms, his hands ghosting over your lower back ever so softly, but his hold on you was firm. His scent was all-consuming; musky, laced with bits of cedarwood, tobacco, and vanilla. He released you with a slight hesitation of a hand on your back, his fingers gripping the fabric on the back of your shirt as you turned towards the car, as if to say that he didn’t want you to leave so soon. Knowing the feeling, you threw an understanding glance over your shoulder as you made your way to the car, hoping to convey that you wished you could stay with him, too. 

Your breath hitched as you watched him go completely still in response, eyes darkening even further than they had been minutes ago. The look that he gave you was one you could not place and hadn’t seen yet from him that night. It made you want to turn on your heel and run straight back to his side, almost as if he were beckoning you back to him. It seemed as though the world had vanished around you, lights dimming, noises silencing aside from your heart thundering in your ears, and all you could see was him and that damn look on his face.

Remember, y/n, you literally met this man, like, three hours ago? Calm down. 

Finally, you blinked, and the world started coming back to life. You hadn’t noticed that you had frozen in your tracks, too, that look of his slamming your composure right out of you. It took every ounce of willpower to look away, and you could feel the heat on your cheeks begin to rise as you realized that the rest of the men were staring at you, and then turned back to the car to see Natalie already inside, watching you expectantly. Gathering the shred of dignity you felt you still had left, you threw the guys another quick wave goodbye before hurriedly sliding into the car and slamming the door behind you. 

Only then were you able to catch your breath.

Settling into the worn leather of the backseat, you felt Natalie pat your knee. 

“I can’t believe how much fun that was,” she let out with a tired sigh. 

You were sure she could hear your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

“I know, I haven’t met a group of guys genuinely that nice maybe ever?” 

“I know! Not creepy at all! Must be some kind of miracle.” 

There was a breath of comfortable silence, Nat giving you a moment to calm down and collect your thoughts. 

“And I can’t believe they’re the guys from the concert, and that you have his number? Unbelievable.” She continued after a few minutes.

“The universe works in crazy, mysterious ways.”

Just then, your phone vibrated. Opening it, a smile started creeping wide across your face.

Daniel: I was thinking that I could use those $5 to buy you coffee, say on Saturday. What do you think?

Y/n: sounds like a good use of your money, i’m in! 

“Looks like I have a date on Saturday,” you said without looking up.

“Ha! I knew it wouldn’t take long, that man’s fast. Plus the way he looked at you when we were leaving? Forget about it.”

Your phone buzzed again.

Daniel: Great! I’ll send you the details tomorrow. It was a pleasure to meet you tonight. Goodnight, y/n.

Y/n: you too, dan, goodnight 

You set your phone down in your lap, still smiling to yourself thinking about the man who had come so swiftly into your life. Looking out the window, you watched the city put itself to sleep as the car sped towards your apartment. You blindly reached over for Nat's hand, and once you felt hers in your grasp, you gave it a quick squeeze. You sighed back into the seat as you slowly shut your eyes, feeling ever grateful that you took this leap of faith. 

To be continued…

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

air, beasts, mundane, rot <3

REN !! KING !!

AIR - What is your WIP's first sentence ?

Because I’ve already posted the first chapter of To The End, here’s the first sentence (plus the main prism attack) of the Divine. Featuring the previous Wielders !

“Light of Cosmia!” "Regal," "Prisma," "Chorus!" Pure aetherium exploded around them, turned the world pitch white and screamed in their ears.

BEASTS - Who is your favourite OC ?

Cruel of you to make me chose :<

Though characters that just, stick with me even when I’m not actively working on the wip they’re from are Epsilon, Kit, Ruben, and Vega.

Epsilon y’all already know, they go through such a character arc and they mean a lot to me. I love how they in a way represents parents who’ve fucked up and hurt their kid, intentional or not, but still love them and would die for them. And make that clear without crossing boundaries. Like “When and if you're ready, I’ll be here for you. That day may never come, and that is fine.”

Kit is such an angel (heheh), and this perfect mix of a kid having fun and being a kid, and being a whole tragedy. Scrutanized, and even demonized, ever since birth, slowly dying as a result of being an anomaly to a sacred prophecy. Kit has every fucking right to be mad and lash out and cause trouble, but they said “Nah. I’m going to live the best life I can.” and I love that for them.

Ruben wakes up every day and chooses wonder. Belle in the original fairy tale is written as a very kind and humble person, and I wanted to sorta emulate that with Ruben. He’s the kind of person who looks at the world and goes “I get to live here? I get to exist here? Awesome!” Yes, he’s handsome, yes, he’s cute, but what makes Ruben the beauty in this story is how he views and interacts with the world. Which, also is what makes him peculiar and weird to other people (weak of them)

Vega is one of the first main characters that I have killed off. And she is such a wonderful character. She’s the embodiment of stars; bright and exciting, but you never know first glance if the star you’re looking up at is dead or alive. Vega just, is phenomenal. And it was such a journey writing her, and her death scene actually made me cry, and her relationship with her dad means so much to me and their final scene broke my heart. I love her a lot

MUNDANE - Would you survive in the shoes of your main character ?

Nope :D 

There’s really nothing else to it, I simply would not survive all the bullshit I put my characters through

ROT - Which of your OCs is the best villain ?

Well starting off, you already know, Madereine. I love her so much it’s unreal. Like, she’s so effortlessly threatening; elegant, calculating, manipulative, vicious, and absolutely cruel. The scenes with her and André are so fun to write because they’re such sharp contrasts to scenes with André and Catalina. It’s the “I am your mother, I made you.” vs. “I’m your mom, and I love you no matter what.”

Like take the vivisection scene. Madereine may act like she cares about André, and in one way she does. But it’s not about him as a person, it’s not about his well-being. It’s strictly what he symbolizes. Catalina loves and cares about André because that’s her kid who she’d do anything for. Madereine loves and cares about André because that’s her weapon.

“Be careful with him,” Madereine said. “We only have one.” // "I created you, my Phoenix, you're alive because of me. I'm the only real family you have."

In other words, Madereine makes me insane.

But I’m also going to give a shout-out to the Locksmith, aka Arahmen. Because while he isn’t as big-scale as Madereine or other Divine villains, he’s still great. The perfect first villain. Like he doesn’t have some diabolical plan to conquer the world, but he poses enough of a threat as it is. And his motives are reasonable, why should mortals get the powers of gods ? But his methods ? The fact that he goes against another God who specifically gives out these powers to prevent catastrophe ? The fact that his actions could’ve led to a much worse outcome for when the Divine Entity enters the chat ??

It’s also how he stays on the sidelines for most of the season. Giving away tools for other Celestials to summon monsters and cause chaos. Silently observing before the time comes. And his first time in active battle is just- AAAAAA

The man ignored Nico’s remark, and without looking up from his book he spoke, “I’m looking for a Nico Morales. Do you know him?” Nico felt an unease take root. The man was unfamiliar, a total stranger. And even if his life was filled with weird monsters, he knew when to play it safe.  “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who that is.” That made the man close his book. He held it still in his hand, looking off to the opposing wall. As if pondering Nico’s answer. “Why are you lying?” he ask once the silence bordered on unbearable.  “I’m really not,” Nico said. “Sir, again, we’re closing so if you could please-” “Nico Ángel Morales,” the man looked at him, and Nico froze under the sharp and knowing gaze. “Junior at West Grove high, correct? You work long shifts here because you don’t like being home, plan on moving out as soon as you can.” “L-Look,” Nico said, doing his best to hide the shake in his voice. “I don’t know who you’re talking about-” he was cut off when the man's hand shot out. Wrapping around his throat and pulling him closer to the counter.  “Wielder of Aurora.” he spat his words, almost out of disgust. 

And then the whole situation where he kidnaps Andie and just-

"You… You're going to kill me?" Andie spoke cautiously, as if their question would spark any ideas in the Locksmith. Arahmen looked them up and down. Calculating, considering.  "No," he finally said. "I’m going to keep you here until they find us. Then I’ll watch them try to decide what to do. Leave you like this, unable to fight and with a ticking bomb growing inside you. Or forge a new key, and risk your life now instead. Thinking back on it, I should have done this to begin with. Pluck you one by one, and dangle you over the Sanctuary's heads."

Yeah, the Locksmith is great lol

[bythorneparanormalsocietyint]

okay fuck it while I’m still waiting to have something good to show/tell you guys, I wanted to give y’all a friendly reminder…

Are you feeling stressed or down? Because you shouldn’t be! This is a reminder that you (are probably..) a wonderful human being and you are beautiful/handsome in your own way, and nobody can change that. If you ever feel ANY self doubt, just ask your family or friends around you. Stay hydrated, and stay safe! :)

~~ Lexi Aarons <3

[theostrophywife]

Per Lucien request. Please just make my boy have a wonderful and happy life. Thank you ❤️

lover.

author's note: when i tell y’all that lucien has me in an absolute chokehold… warning: smut under the cut.

“What are you thinking about, lover?”

Lucien chuckles softly, tracing his fingers down your spine with a fond smile. The two of you decided to take the day off from duties and responsibilities, opting to stay in bed all day having lazy sex and savoring the pleasure of each other’s presence. As the sun sets over the horizon, basking your bedchambers in its soft golden hue, your lover, your mate, the other half of your soul, stares at you with such intensity that you’re convinced he’s trying to commit every curve, scar, and freckle of yours to memory.

“I’m thinking about what I’m always always thinking about,” Lucien replies, pressing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder. “You, my love.”

You giggle. “What about me?”

The redhead tugs at your wrist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands travel down his solid chest, those sculpted abs, that trim waist that you loved wrapping your legs around. Perfect. Lucien was so fucking perfect.

“How lucky I am to have you as my mate. You’re beautiful. Smart. Strong,” his fingers trail down the curve of your hips. “And incredibly sexy.”

“Mmm,” you murmur as Lucien trails further down, cupping your perky ass in his large hand. “I think I’m the lucky one, baby. You’re so perfect. So good to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better mate.”

Lucien groans. “You know I can’t resist you when you talk like that.”

“You never have to resist me, Lucien. I’m yours for the taking.”

The grin on his face was sly, curving through those plush lips with foxlike mischief. “Wicked little fox. Do you know how badly I crave you every time we’re apart?” He cups your breasts, his lips hot and needy against your skin while you arch into his mouth. “You consume my entire being. My lover. My wife. My mate.”

Gods, this male. You brush your lips against his, twining your fingers through his russet locks, grazing the side of his handsome face, running your thumb over his mechanical eye, down to those plush lips and sharp jawline. He was so pretty it was unfair.

“Say it again,” you breathe. You loved hearing Lucien call you his mate. Craved the possessiveness that took over him when he claims you.

Lucien smirks, flipping you underneath him and slipping into your already wet pussy with ease. It feels good, so good, to have his cock stuffed inside you once again, filling you to the brim as you gasp into his mouth. You take him so well, shifting your hips upwards in desperation despite the fact that he’s been fucking you since the break of dawn.

“My mate,” he repeats, watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy as he claims you. Lucien owns you, mind, body, and soul. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Lucien.”

“Gods, baby,” he groans, feeling the slickness of your arousal coating his length. “How are you still so wet? Does it turn you on when I claim you like this? When I fuck you so well that everyone can hear your moans from miles away? Is my pretty little fox just dying to be reminded of who owns her?”

Lucien hikes your leg over his shoulder, rutting into you in a different position so he could thrust further in, stuffing you full and fucking you dumb into the mattress.

“So good. Feels so fucking good, baby,” you moan as Lucien picks up the pace. “Don’t stop, Lucien.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.”

Your mate captures your lips in his, swallowing every moan and whine that comes out of your mouth while he rolls his hips onto yours. You’re seeing stars as you close your eyes, grasping at Lucien’s back, wrapping your legs around his waist even tighter, your ankles slapping against his ass to take him in even deeper. You couldn’t fucking get enough.

Lucien’s silky hair falls like a curtain around you as his tongue slips into your mouth, devouring you as you both slip over the edge. As his thrusts grow more frantic, you could feel your orgasm nearing, your sixth or seventh of the day, and allow the wave of pleasure overtake your senses while Lucien growls. You cum from the sound alone and your mate follows soon after, spurting his seed into you. Lucien watches as the hot liquid trickles from your pussy, swiping his fingers and coating it with your arousal before bringing it to his mouth.

You groan at the sight, kissing the male with fervent passion. “I love you, Lucien.”

“I love you too, little fox.”

[rosesandtoshi]

All to Myself ❁ Sawamura Daichi

❁ Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x fem!reader

❁ Tags: characters aged up, fluff, sugar daddy Daichi, mutual pining.

❁ Warnings: age gap (ten year difference) hard to soft dom Daichi, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, spanking, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, squirting, mating press, creampie, reader is on bc. Any thing else I missed.

❁ A/N: Sugar Daddy Daichi, I need you to help me with my bills please and thank you. Also, Daichi’s job isn’t specified but he has money. That’s all that matters right? 😜😋

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Sawamura Daichi never thought he’d be in a situation like he is now. After marrying who he thought was the love of his life at a young age and ending up with a divorce in his early thirties, he joined an app he’d never expected to join.

Sugar Daddies.

Sure, joining wasn’t something he expected to do. But once he started going over different profiles he thought it could be fun. No strings attached, right? Just something fun and casual, and in turn he helps out those in need, right?

His mind drifted to the first time he’d met you. In your early twenties, in college, struggling for some money, he knew it would be the perfect match. He’d always been a provider, working hard at his job and wanting to help others in need. So when he first met you, he knew you’d be the perfect baby. The perfect little princess to spoil. What he never expected was to catch feelings for you. Weeks went by and Daichi found himself more and more entranced by you, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. For you were everything Daichi dreamed about. A woman with ambitions, wanting to be a therapist, wanting to have children one of these days, a shelter volunteer. You were someone his ex-wife wasn’t and Daichi could only dream of making you his all the time.

You, on the other hand, joined the website due to a lost bet. After making a bet with your friends and losing, you found yourself signing up for the website. Having to sign up and go on at least one date to satisfy the bet, you found yourself being honest in your profile and wanting to meet someone who wasn’t a total creep. Reviewing many profiles seemed to be a scam at first, until Daichi sent you a message. He was definitely younger than most of the men on the site, so you immediately went to block when he sent you a message about getting to know you a bit before wanting to take you out. After meeting Daichi for the first time, you knew he was the real deal. He never once lied to you about anything and what was once a lost bet, turned into something way more than you could have ever expected. He was everything you could ever want in a man. Hard working, kind, absolutely handsome, the whole package honestly, but he only seemed interested in being your sugar daddy so you never brought up the idea of a romantic relationship. You also didn’t know how you could transition from your current relationship to the one you secretly wanted.

As the two of you sat in a restaurant Daichi picked out, he noticed you fiddling with your fingers, picking at the acrylic nails he paid for.

“Is everything alright, baby?” Daichi asked, looking at you.

“Yeah yeah. Everything’s fine, Daichi. Just been busy with school and stuff.”

“We’ll finish and then I’ll take you to your favorite purse shop? Does that sound okay, baby?” Daichi asked, putting his hand out to you. You smiled and put your smaller hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

“That sounds perfect, daddy.”

After dinner the two of you went to your favorite purse shop in the mall. Your hand grazed over the different purses as you spotted the one you wanted. Holding it up to Daichi, he nods and grabs the matching wallet.

“Can’t have a purse without a matching wallet.” He smiled at you, taking the purse and going up to the register. “Anything else my love?”

You shook your head and Daichi paid for everything as the two of you made your way out of the shop. He grabbed your hand and the two of you walked back to the car. Tonight the two of you hadn’t planned on doing much since you had finals coming up and needed to study. You promised to make it up to him, but after seeing him in his tight jeans and nice dress shirt, you had to have him. As he opened the car door for you, you got in and an idea popped into your head. Normally you were a good girl for Daichi. Always listening to your daddy. Never being a brat. But as you watched him walk around to the drivers side, you couldn’t help but start to lift your shirt as he got in the car, wanting to test the waters a bit.

“Daddy…” he turned to you as you lifted your shirt and bra up, flashing your chest to him. His eyes got dark as he licked his lips and grabbed the shirt, pulling it down.

“Now now my princess, showing everyone what’s mine, hmmm? Daddy is going to teach you a lesson.”

“No more daddy!! No more!!” You cried out as his hand came landing down on your ass in a hard strike. Three fingers were buried deep in your sopping pussy as he had you over his lap, spanking you every time you clenched on him. As soon as you got to his house, you were immediately stripped and taken to the bedroom for your punishment.

“Bad girls get punished. And you’ve been a bad girl, princess.” Daichi said, his free hand rubbing circles over your red cheeks. “Anyone could’ve seen you flash me. And we can’t have that now, can we? You’re mine. This pussy is mine.” Thrust. “These tits are mine.” His hand moved down to grab your mounds in his hand. “You're mine. You got that?” His hand came down on your ass again and you cried out.

“Yes, daddy. M’sorry, daddy.” You panted out. “Please, please let me come. I’ll be a good girl, daddy. Promise.”

“Bad girls don’t get to come yet. Not until daddy says you can.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, earning a whimper from you. “I’ll let you come. But you have to do it yourself.”

He helped position you on his bare thigh, your slick covering the thick muscle below. You placed your hands on his bare chest as you moaned a bit at the cool feeling of his thigh. His hand reached around and smacked your ass again, causing you to whimper again.

“I said if you wanted to come, you have to do it yourself, right baby?”

You just nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth. Daichi’s hands moved to your hips as he helped your movements. His mouth moved to your neck as he left hot open mouth kisses along your collarbone down to your breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirled around the hard bud as you threw your head back in pleasure. You felt your orgasm returning as he flexed his thigh, making sure the muscle hit your clit just right. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he switched nipples, giving the same treatment he did the first. Your pace quickened as you chased your pending high. Daichi left your nipple with a popping sound, taking one hand and grabbing a fist full of your hair, smashing his lips onto yours. That was all it took to send you over the edge; you felt the coil snap in your stomach as you gushed all over his thighs, moaning loudly into his mouth. As you came down from your high, Daichi pulled back from your lips and smiled at you. You felt your cheeks heat up as he picked up and laid you down on the bed. Daichi took off his boxers and crawled back on top of you as you spread your legs for him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he positioned himself at your fluttering hole.

“You ready baby? You did so well for daddy just now. Creaming all over his thigh. Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”

Your eyes shut at the praise as he slowly sunk himself into you. Your mouth formed an O shape as he bottomed out. Tears sprang to your eyes since you were still sensitive from your orgasm, pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. Daichi was by no means small, always filling you up to the brim everytime the two of you had sex. With his tip touching your cervix every time, you always felt the stretch of him splitting you in two, always having tears in your eyes from him. He pulled out fully and slowly sunk back in. The pace he set wasn’t a normal pace you were used to. Usually, the sounds of skin slapping and high pitched moans filled the room but that wasn't the case this time. No, this wasn’t just fucking anymore; Daichi was making love to you.

Slowly.

Passionately.

Kissing your lips feverishly before burying his face in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around you, holding you as close as possible. This pace had you feeling every drag of his cock in your tight walls, making you feel every single inch of him. You moaned while moving one of your hands to the back of his head gripping a fist full of his hair and the other made its way to his back. Open mouth kisses hit your neck as his hands moved down to your waist, lifting you up a bit to angle his cock in your pussy, hitting that oh so sweet spot that always brought you closer to the edge. Daichi let out a groan as he felt your pussy clench tighter and tighter, squeezing his cock like a vice. He knew you were close, knew you were about to snap. His pace slowed again and you let out a whine of protest as he stilled.

“Daddy please don’t stop. M’so close. Want to come on your cock, please.” You cried out to him.

“I love you.” Daichi whispered out, finally letting out of all his feelings for you.

“What?”

“I love you.” He repeated, pulling his head back and looking at you. Your eyes glossed over as you felt the tears well up again, not because of his cock in you, but because you finally heard the words you’d been wanting to hear.

“I love you too, Daichi.” You smiled at him as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours again.

“I have loved you for far too long. Be mine please? Not just as a sugar baby either, be mine forever?”

“Yes Daichi, I am yours, all yours.” Daichi grabbed both of your legs and pushed them up to your chest into a mating press. He pulled his cock out again and set a fast pace this time, wanting you to cum again. You moaned and moved one hand down to rub circles on your clit, wanting to achieve your orgasm.

“I want you to come for me baby, come me all over daddy’s cock.”

You cried out his name as the coil snapped for the second time that night. You felt yourself starting to squirt from the stimulation of your clit and the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Good girl. Making a mess all over daddy’s cock like that. Daddy is going to fill that pussy full of his cum. You want that, huh? Want daddy to fill you up so you're nice and full.” You moaned out a ‘yes’ as the grip on the back of your thighs tightened and Daichi quickened his pace, chasing his own high now. The way your pussy pulsed on his cock had him stilling, shooting his cum deep inside of you. He moved your legs back down and pulled out of you. He got up and went to the restroom, running the bath so he could clean you up. You laid on the bed completely blissed out when Daichi came out of the bathroom and knelt down on the side of the bed, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly.

“I love you, princess. So much. Thank you for being mine.” You smiled as he helped you up, cradling you in his arms as the two of you finally got what you wanted.

Each other.

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happy halloween!!!

♔ PAIRING — jongho x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, vampire au, vampire!jongho, dom!jongho, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — mentions of blood, blood drinking/blood play, mentions of weapons/sharp objects (knives), smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, biting, cutting, edging, begging, fingering, knife play/knife kink, bondage (chains), oral (f receiving), foul language/dirty talk, Jongho a freak y’all

♔ WORD COUNT — 3.0k

♔ SUMMARY — a blade at your throat should unsettle you, and so should the vampire that wields it, but your lust knows no bounds. you thrive off the sense of danger, intoxicating yourself off of his very presence.

♔ FIC PLAYLIST — sick thoughts by lewis blissett, pain by boy harsher

(cover made the ever wonderful and talented @aveateez )

“I’m going to break you. And you’re going to fucking love it.”

You couldn’t see him, only able to listen to his voice as it reverberated in the dark room. It tangled around your limbs, ensnaring you just like the chains that currently bound you to the large bed. The metal shackles clanked as you squirmed, and this futile attempt at moving must’ve amused him. 

“My dear, you’re completely at my mercy. You’re like a little rabbit entangled in the thicket, unable to get away from the fox that preys on it.”

Your eyes strained to find him in the dark. The only light in the room was the lit candles. They weren’t helpful outside of illuminating the bed you were laying on and casting the black darkness in an or orangey hue. You were splayed out, all four limbs chained, and completely naked. You couldn’t see him, but he could see you and that sent shivers up and down your spine.

You were like a meal served on a silver platter. It shouldn’t have aroused you, but oh, it did.

“Are you just going to stay in the shadows or are you actually going to come out and touch me?” You tried to put on an unbothered front, but there was a tremor in your voice, and you didn’t doubt that he picked up on it. 

“Where is the fun in just giving you what you want? I like to play. Don’t you?”

You squirmed again, restless and impatient. “I didn’t come here to play games.”

You heard steps and you sensed him come closer to you. “Then what did you come here for? It certainly wasn’t to kill me. At least, not just to kill me.”

Certainly, ending his life was one reason for your visit, considering you were a vampire hunter, but you’d be lying if you said it was the main reason for being here. You’d been stalking him for months now, learning his patterns, his routine. You couldn’t just go into a hunt blindly, not with vampires. Hunting them wasn’t like hunting animals. Vampires were like humans — self-aware, smart, cunning. And vampires like him took a while to stake out. 

Somewhere, you didn’t know exactly when, waiting on the perfect time to strike lead you into an infatuation with him. He was unlike any other monster you’d taken out. 

And now, you were here, so close to him but you were the one chained. 

“You hunters are an odd bunch,” you heard him say. “You’re so obviously in over your heads with us, yet you persist. Sure, you can take out some fledglings and a newly turned vampire or two, but the ones like me? You overstep your abilities.”

“We try because we are tired of being preyed on. We won’t be complacent, and we refuse to be sitting ducks for you to pick off one by one.” Indignation swelled in your chest at his haughty attitude. 

“That’s commendable, I assure you.” You heard more steps. “But naive. Besides, vampires could easily wipe out humanity completely, but without you we have no sustenance.”

He stepped from the shadows, revealing himself fully, eyes bright. “And without you, we have no one to play with.”

You sucked in a breath. He was regal, handsome, striking. You thought maybe that’s what lead to you being so intrigued by him. He was beautiful. Most vampires of his stature generally were, but him? His beauty stood out amongst the many. 

He stalked around the bed, eyes all over you, snaking along your skin and making you want to move, to flee from under his heavy gaze. The chains. They kept you right where he wanted you, and fuck, right where you wanted yourself to be. “I must say, dear. You look very delicious sprawled out like this. How are the chains? Too tight?”

He didn’t care about the chains, and you didn’t either. They were just an annoyance, the very things that kept you from getting a chance to lay a hand on him. “The chains are doing their job keeping me in place and keeping me right where you want me.”

Jongho smiled, deciding to overlook the bite to your voice. “Perfect,” he cooed. “Then you understand that you will be at my mercy and will take everything I give — or don’t give.”

Or don’t give. You could only imagine what that meant. You lifted your head to look him directly in his eyes. “Do your worst.  I’m not scared.”

A well-manicured brow rose at your gumption. He smirked, leaning down to tug on the chains. “We shall see.”

You weren’t expecting the rush of pleasure that filled you when he swooped down over the bed to lick a stripe up your folds. Your back arched, limbs pulling taught against the chains. You couldn’t conceal the moan that spilled out of your mouth, but you bit your lip to keep more from following it. 

“You won’t be able to hold back for long,” he warned you and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking, but you did anyway, skin prickling at the sight of his eyes staring back at you, face between your spread thighs. 

You were determined to prove him wrong. Your lip stayed between your teeth to keep all the noises at bay, and to not give him that satisfaction. But oh, the pleasure his tongue was giving you was great, toe curling, and overwhelming. You hadn’t expected it feel this good, and you didn’t expect to be hurtling towards your climax so quickly. 

“I can tell you’re already close, dear,” Jongho mused as he nipped at your bud. “Why don’t you let me hear those pretty sounds fully, hm?”

You clamped your mouth shut to ward off the pleas that wanted to erupt from your mouth. You were shaking from withholding, like your body needed to cry out to process the onslaught of stimulation. He nipped and sucked, tongue delving in your folds. You were becoming a mess already, body writhing under him. 

It was right there, right in your reach. You could practically taste your high, feeling the bliss began to coil in your belly —

Jongho removed himself from you, and the reaction was immediate. He laughed when you visibly deflated, relishing in the little whine that slipped. “Oh, you didn’t want to cum, did you, my dear?”

If your legs weren’t bound, you would’ve kicked him. You exhaled. “Fuck you.”

The vampire only chuckled, unbothered. “Language, my dear,” he admonished smugly. “If you want something, you must ask.”

You huffed and stared at the large canopy that hung over the bedframe. You looked him in the eyes a moment later as you said, “Don’t you mean beg?”

Jongho’s eyes flickered wickedly, but his face remained stoic save for a small, almost polite smile. “Ask, beg. They are both the same, just depends on how desperate you are.”

You shivered, limbs shaking just enough that he noticed. Your heart was erratic in your chest, and you were already beginning to grow restless from being held in place. “I won’t do neither, because I am not desperate.”

His expression was arrogant, challenging, like he already knew who the victor would be. You knew it, too, you were just trying to stall the inevitable. “Yet, you are not desperate yet. I assure you, you will beg for me sooner rather than later, my dear.”

The back and forth ended there because he dipped his head again, taking your clit back between his lips, tongue flicking out to add that sweet pressure. The chains rattled as you squirmed. This was already too much to handle. You were falling into his grasp rapidly, spiraling out of control and heading to your demise. Groans and curses bubbled from your throat and the closer you got to your release, the harder it became to withhold the sounds of bliss. The chains were pulled tight as you jerked and tugged, body barely able to bear his mouth on you any longer.

Jongho’s small laugh reverberated against you. You heard the amusement in his voice. “You have a strong will, I will praise you for that,” he admitted against you, tongue sliding up your seam. “But I know you will break soon.”

It was all too true. Release after release he denied you, always getting you to the edge before pulling you back. Each time it was like being doused with ice water, denial crashing into you and shaking you to your core. Your nerves and patience were frayed, and you were where he wanted you all along – your breaking point.

Jongho stood straight, towering over you like a lion over its fresh kill. You watched his every move like your life depended on it. Maybe it did, you weren’t sure, but you knew you were highly anticipated for what he was to dish out next. What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to pull out a dagger, its shiny steel glinting from the candlelight. You gasped.

“Why do you have my dagger?”

He shrugged. “I noticed it with your belongings,” he explained. “And thought maybe it would be fun to play with.” Jongho got onto the bed, motions smooth and elegant, and settled himself over your thighs, straddling you. He studied the dagger closely as if he was intrigued by it. “You really kill vampires with these?”

You felt unnerved at his fascination with it, but not in a negative way. You were on edge, but the danger of him wielding this weapon of yours made adrenaline pump in your veins. It was doubly lethal, him with the dagger, but you would’ve had to have been clueless to believe that the dagger was the more dangerous weapon. He was the weapon, and he was more lethal than any blade. “Yes.” You hated the softness to your voice.

“Must be lower-class vampires,” Jongho deducted, and you didn’t miss the insult made to you. “I wouldn’t fall victim to these little…trinkets.”

You huffed. “Even you have a weakness.”

Jongho shrugged. “I suppose, but you’d never figure it out.”

“That’s what you think,” you shot back at him. He chuckled.

“It’s what I know, dear.” Jongho’s gaze shifted into something sinister as he lowered the tip of the blade to press it between your breasts. You sucked in a breath at the cold steel. He was content to drag its blunt end down your sternum languidly for a bit, eyes flashing at your small, nervous breaths. He chuckled when something amusing seemingly crossed his mind. “How ironic this is. Here you are, a vampire hunter, at the mercy of a vampire that currently holds the blade meant to kill him, dragging it against your bared flesh.”

A mix of shame and exhilaration snaked through your body, twisting and coiling in the bit of your belly. Goosebumps erupted on your skin in the wake of the blade as he grazed it over you. You watched it as it traveled from your navel all the way to where the seam of your sex began. Your hole fluttered. “What –”

“My dear, I won’t put this blade inside you,” Jongho said in amusement. “Unless you want me to.”

You shook your head.

Jongho trailed the blade down your inner thighs, its blunt side still towards you. He rolled it over in his hand, blade slightly slicing your skin. You gasped at the sting just as a line of red formed on the cut. He did this repeatedly, switching between legs. He groaned at the sight of your crimson essence, and when the scent rose to meet his nose, a low growl rumbled in his chest. It wasn’t just your blood he sensed, and when he gazed at your cunt, he saw the way fresh arousal glistened along your folds. “My, my. How utterly amusing you are, my dear.”

You whimpered when his free hand went to your sex, fingers pressing into your dripping folds.

“Look at you, getting aroused by being at the end of this blade.” The evil amusement saturated every word, every syllable of his voice.

This wasn’t supposed to be this erotic, this arousing. Danger was very well right above you. You should have been scared, and to a degree you were, but your deranged lust clouded all your senses. Two of his fingers plunged into your drenched heat and your spine arched immediately. Your senses were still frayed from the countless rejections of a release, body shuddering as he fucked you with them. “Oh. My god.”

Jongho snickered. “He won’t save you now, not after how filthy you are, my dear.” The blade traveled back up your middle, occasionally pressing into you just enough to sprout little beads of blood. “Though, it is nice to hear your pretty cries.” He pumped his fingers inside you, filling you with ecstasy until you were on the edge again. He felt wicked victory swell in his chest when he saw the desperation on your face, your eyes pleading with him not to stop.

A plea threatened to slip off your tongue and you barely withheld it, but you feared he already knew how needy you were. Needy for release, needy for him.

You watched the blade as he brought to his lips. Your whole body shook with unhinged lust when his tongue darted out to lap at your blood on the dagger. Your cunt wept around his fingers at the sound of his crazed moan of pleasure.

Jongho’s eyes were the brightest you’d seen them, his senses coming to life at the taste of blood. “You taste delicious,” he praised. “I love that metallic taste, and that sweet aftertaste of your arousal on my tongue.” He licked the metal clean and brought it to your neck. “I could splice you open and feast, but I prefer the traditional way of getting blood from my prey. I like to sink my fangs into the flesh and hear all the pretty screams, it’s so much more satisfying that way.”

The blade pressed into your jugular, not enough to bring blood, but enough to make your pulse hammer under your skin. You were rigid, breath caught in your throat.

“Speaking of screams, I can give you what you want and let you cum if you beg for it, or I will antagonize you until you scream from delirium. Your choice.” His fingers were agonizingly slow, moving just enough to keep up the momentum, but not enough to let you unravel.

You groaned. “Please.”

“Oh?”

When his fingers didn’t change tempo even after your plea, you huffed. And you snapped. “Please, I want to cum. I need to feel release, or I will go insane. I don’t fucking care anymore. Please, please, please!”

Jongho smirked as he relished in your defeat. “Oh, there’s a good girl. See? It’s not so scary to tell me what it is you want. I will surely do as you ask.” But he didn’t let you cum again. His fingers left you, your hole feeling so empty, and you sobbed from another denied orgasm.

“Fuck you! You’re a liar!” You missed the way he unclasped his pants. You didn’t see him draw out his cock from its confines to stroke it. You weren’t aware until you felt him brushing against your entrance. You gasped.

Jongho pushed himself in roughly with a grunt. You thrashed in place against the chains at the overwhelming fullness of him inside you. He didn’t wait for you to accommodate, hips snaping into yours at bruising speed. “Would you care to take that statement back? Awfully rude to call people names.”

You had no choice but to take it all. He used your lack of mobility to his advantage, fucking into you with reckless abandon, cock battering your insides. There was no way you could conceal the cries. It was all too much to bear.

Jongho ran the blade along your lower abdomen, just over the bump that formed from his cock bulging within you as he thrusted in you. “You’re gorging yourself on me. Your tightness feels amazing, my dear.”

You were insane from the pleasure, from the rush of danger, from the inability to move. You were beyond the breaking point. “I’m not…I’m not going to last!” Fear that he would deny you again was at the forefront of your mind. You wouldn’t have been able to withstand that torture again. Not now.

The vampire smiled wickedly. “My dear, how beautiful you will look when you come undone around me.”

The pleasure was consuming. Your blood felt like it had turned to molten lava and all you could was scream as the bliss conquered every inch of you. You shook enough to make the chains rattle, limbs convulsing. It felt like eternity had passed before you began to calm down. You deflated into the mattress, spent both mentally and physically. You were almost numb to his thrusts inside you.

Jongho unraveled some time later, and you thought this would all be over then, but his face right above yours meant that he was far from done with you. He grinned, fangs on full display, and now that pleasure had passed, you truly understood the danger you were in. “Oh, poor thing. You thought I was finished? I haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.”

All you knew in the next moments was the sharp pain of his fangs, the feeling of your blood leaving you, and the sounds of his feasting.

And your screams.

You heard the chains rattle before everything went black.

A/N: Happy Spooky Day! Well...what’s left of it. There’s only an hour left and I’m sure for a lot of you Halloween has passed. I really cut it close with this ghfdgfgh. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. We are seriously lacking some solid and nasty and wonderful Jongho fics okay. It’s a crying shame :’( 

And for the Mingi fic...I’m still working on it :’) I will try to get it up tomorrow!

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NCT 127 THE LINK TOUR IN MANILA

It was one heck of a night!!! They loved Manila so much. If you guys have Twitter, you can check fancams there and you’ll see that they enjoyed the show as much as we did.

Finally got the chance to be part of the green ocean 😭💚

We Filozens were constant with our cheers and there was never a dull moment. We tried doing fan chants, but we always end up singing with them hahahaha the concert here in Manila was so funny, all the boys had funny moments and touching ones 😭 gosh if only I can upload videos 😭 I also met with a fellow writer before the concert starts! It’s so good to finally meet her.

But of course…. I finally saw Taeyong. GUYS. I FINALLY SAW THEM ALL.

Taeyong is sooooo HANDSOME I CANNOT EXPLAIN MORE FURTHER. I can finally say that he is real…. HE IS FUCKING REAL. We even heard his unique laugh because the translator made him laugh. Also my jaw dropped during Moonlight. He said in his ending ment that he didn’t want to go home :(((

Taeil is HOTTER IN PERSON AND HIS VOICE IS SURREAL. Oh gosh, I’m so happy to hear his iconic high notes in person, but most of all I am happy to see him before he enlists.

Yuta is a great performer. I SWEAR TO THE G, I CRIED DURING BUTTERFLY!!! Also he was so energetic the whole night. He gave me mixed emotions actually.

Johnny was so funny HAHAHA he was so hyped the whole night and was wondering why didn’t they had concerts here before. He said they will still hear us even on their way home because we were so loud! NOT TO MENTION HE WAS SO HOT DURING HIS SOLO STAGE.

Jaehyun’s voice is beautiful. I can’t explain it too. he removed his in ear during Lost because he heard us sing and he was flattered. He even posted photos from manila on his instagram!!!

Haechan… is different in person. Y’all are not ready. The pictures you see in the internet is so different, he’s really really really handsome!!! Plus his performance level is GRRRR SO GREAT LIVE!!!

Jungwoo’s visual is so surreal, his solo stage made the arena go wild. Also his voice too is so angelic :((( of course he made us laugh during his welcoming ment. I saw a slowmo fancam of him dancing while confettis come down :((( its so beautiful!!!

Mark said we all must have a lot storage in our phones HAHAHAHHA WE ALL LAUGHED HE NOTICED THA. He also said “Manila just wait…. Sexy” then made the whole arena crazy.

Doyoung was so handsome and has broad shoulders talaga!!! He was also surprise that we are so loud he even bbled about it hahaha

You can ask me questions about the stages or whatever. Filozens are still on high about the concert, we all CANNOT FUNCTION WELL THE DAY AFTER

At the end of the night, I finally have a photo with nct 127 🫶🏻🥹💚

Next year NCT Dream will have a concert here in Manila 💚💚💚💚💚

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Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It��s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

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By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

[haadeswrites]

Elysium

god this fic took forever i’m so sorry!! but hey, first fic on the new blog! <33 also y’all should really thank @iwaasfairy who listened to me complain about this fic for a solid month, she’s the reason it got finished

Cult leader Oikawa Tooru x female reader

tw: indoctrination, extremely dubious consent, blood, yandere themes, religious themes, minor character death, implied abuse & drug use, mild smut, nsfw

The island itself is breathtaking

Pristine beaches with gleaming white sand, vast swathes of lush, green rainforest and waterfalls that cascade into shimmering pools of crystal clear water. Untouched, undisturbed; a paradise. At least, that’s how Ryuji had described it. 

Paradise, but only in the sense that a gingerbread cottage in the middle of the woods is paradise to a lost and hungry child. 

He hadn’t been wrong. Bare feet sink into soft, white sand as you climb from the boat - the warmth just toeing the line between pleasant and burning. Gentle waves ebb and flow behind you, and there’s a light breeze that kisses your skin, the taste of seasalt carrying in the wind. Home, it seems to sing.

A laugh sounds somewhere in the distance, yet the only other figure on the beach is a man walking steadily towards you. He smiles when he sees you’ve noticed him; friendly, non-threatening. It’s a far cry from the swarming welcoming committee you’d been dreading, and you wonder if that’s somehow intentional as well. 

As the boat pushes back out to sea he comes to a stop before you, “I’m Makki,” he says, pushing the fringe of his hair back and giving you a not-so-subtle once over. Whatever he sees must meet approval, because his grin only widens, “Welcome to the Commune.”

Ryuji wasn’t wrong; the island is a beautiful, deadly thing.

—

You’d never heard of the Commune before the phone call. 

And maybe that shouldn’t be so surprising. You’ll be the first to admit you’re hardly an expert, but from what you do know, groups like the Commune – cults – don’t spring up out of thin air and start broadcasting their mistreatment and systematic abuse. 

They’re not the kind of people that have sweet old ladies clutching their pearls and mothers shepherding their children away – at least, not in the beginning. Not entirely. They’re not out to recruit extremists to further their cause, they choose to prey on the vulnerable, the lost and the disillusioned. Those easily manipulated. You suspect that’s why when you google the Commune, all you find is a website for what essentially looks like a long term luxury wellness retreat.

‘The Commune is about healing and harmony, about returning to nature, supporting one another to forge a brighter, more holistic future together… a self-sufficient community living apart from technology and other evils of modern society.’ 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scroll through. There’s a whisper of philosophical teachings woven throughout, a page dedicated to their founder, Oikawa Tooru – smiling handsomely in every single picture, because what would a burgeoning cult be without a charismatic leader – but there’s not enough.

So here you are, on an island hundreds of miles away from home living amongst strangers; because Ryuji wouldn’t have sounded so terrified if this was just some alternate, free-loving bunch of hippies.

And even with all that he’d told you, everything you thought you’d be prepared for, the Commune is like nothing you could’ve imagined. 

Makki introduces you to Asuka, a woman only a few years older than yourself, dark haired and stunningly beautiful, and winks as he tells her to take you under her wing. She smiles brightly, eyes twinkling, and pulls you into a heartfelt hug – as if you’ve known each other your whole lives.

“We’re so glad you’re here!” she beams.

You’d like to hate her. 

It feels like you're supposed to, sometimes; when she gets that dreamy look in her eyes and starts talking about Oikawa and the Commune and how lucky everyone here on the island is. Yet there’s something about her – the genuine warmth she emanates maybe, or the kindness in her eyes – that makes it difficult for you not to like her.

“You should come to the gathering tomorrow,” she hums idly one afternoon, maybe a week or so after your arrival. The two of you are sitting on the edge of the pier, legs dangling down into the water, tangled fishing nets to be repaired strewn between you.

“I always go,” you reply.

She laughs, fixing you with a knowing look, “And sit right at the very back, all but running off the moment we finish?” 

And your traitorous heart skips a beat. 

“It’s okay to take things slowly,” she says. “We understand that being a part of the Commune is a big change from the life you knew, and that not everybody is able to see what we see and embrace those changes.” 

Asuka sets down the knot she’s working through and reaches for your hand, a gentle smile on her face, “But you shouldn’t be afraid. You’re meant to be here, I can feel it. You just need to stop fighting against it; surrender yourself to us, to the island, and everything’ll make sense, I promise.”

It’s dangerous territory. One wrong word could set off alarm bells, yet you can’t help pressing just a little.

“Do you ever miss it, then? Life outside the Commune?” 

Your family. Friends. The life you left behind before you came here to be brainwashed like all of the others.

“Why would I?” she answers without missing a beat, and it’s hard to ignore the bitter flicker of disappointment you feel at her answer. “The island provides for us, we don’t have to spend our days selling off tiny pieces of ourselves just to make ends meet. It’s paradise here, and we have Oikawa to thank for that. Why would I ever want to go back?”

Silence falls between you as you struggle to think of something to say to salvage the situation. Yet Asuka isn’t even looking at you, instead staring out at the water with a strangely pensive expression. 

“Did you know I was married once?” The words seemingly out of the blue, you can only shake your head. For a moment, she doesn’t reply, watching as the waves rise and crash offshore. And then;

“I was young, eighteen or so, fresh out of high school and he was a small town cop.” Her eyes flicker to yours, and your heart clenches at the sadness and pain echoing there. “I thought he was a good man, once upon a time.”

A chord strikes deep, your chest tightening involuntarily at her words. It’s not the same, of course it’s not the same, and yet… 

No. You stop the errant thought in its tracks. Groups like the Commune prey on the vulnerable, you know this. People like Ryuji, like Asuka, like–

Her fingers squeeze around yours, pulling you back to the present. “Come to the gathering tomorrow. Listen to Oikawa, it’ll help.”

—

She doesn’t give you a choice in the matter – dragging you by the hand to sit right at the front of the gathered crowd that very night.

Oikawa’s handsomer up close; tall and dark haired with pretty eyes and long, sweeping lashes that frame delicate cheekbones, it’s not hard for you to see how a man like him has amassed such an impassioned following. 

Once he starts actually speaking, however, you realise that his good looks and charming smile are just the tip of the iceberg. Oikawa’s utterly captivating as he preaches about the cycle of life and death and the paradise that awaits his faithful. Passionate and engaging, he speaks like he truly believes every word of the lies he’s spreading. 

And Asuka, her friends, the others gathered, they eat up every word like it’s gospel truth, resounding cheers and thunderous applause deafening around you. In the midst of the rapturous din, Oikawa’s eyes flit to yours.

Slowly, he smiles – a dazzling grin that makes your stomach flip – and everything; Asuka, the noise, the others swarming around you, it all fades away.

For one electrifying heartbeat, you’re frozen in place. Just you and Oikawa, trapped in the pull of each other’s gaze.

—

You can’t forget the reason you came.

But it’s… difficult, in a way you struggle to understand. You only have one purpose for being here, one goal; find Ryuji and bring him home. 

And yet, some days it’s like there’s a fog in your mind, and you have to focus to remember why you’re here at all. You catch yourself laughing with Asuka and her friends, the days passing by in a blur of endless, easy distractions. 

It barely feels like work when you’re sitting under the shade of the trees, eating the fruits you’ve picked by hand – ripe and sweet, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted – diving off waterfalls into the crystalline water and meandering down the shore collecting seashells. Even when you are working, mending clothes or cooking with the others, it fills you with a sense of contentment you can’t quite explain. 

Like you’re a part of something bigger. Like you’re doing something that matters.

Ryuji becomes a distant thought. A whisper in the back of your head, a niggling in your gut, easily brushed aside and ignored until there’s a moment of quiet. In the dead of night, the balmy summer night’s breeze kissing your bare skin, you lie awake, lost in memories of the last time you’d seen him. 

Fists angrily pounding at your door, the yelling that gave way to sobs and the hoarse, desperate pleas that followed. Ryuji’s face; pupils blown wide and eyes rimmed in red, darting restlessly around as he held you too tight and begged–

Rolling over in bed, you gaze out your window at the star flecked sky, the shadows of the forest that lie at your doorstep, and wonder what it is that scares you more; that you’ve lost track of the days you’ve been here, and saving Ryuji is starting to feel like an afterthought, or that you could so easily forget all of it, find a place here in the Commune and be happy.

‘The island, it–it fucks with your head.’

Ryuji’d told you that, and you’d brushed it off as paranoia. You need to find him. Find him and get the hell outta dodge.

You can deal with the fallout later.

—

Kiyoshi. 

He’d mentioned the name a few times amidst his rambling – a friend of his on the island. You’re annoyed with yourself for not thinking of it sooner, however much like Ryuji himself, trying to focus and remember the name is like wading through thick mud.

Once you do, though, finding him amongst the hundred and fifty or so inhabitants is the easy part. 

There’s no strict division between genders within the Commune, however Kyoshi, despite his somewhat lean stature, is among the builders of the island and his path doesn’t often cross with yours. 

From Asuka you find out that he’s been a part of the Commune for years now, before even she joined, and that he mostly sticks to himself, though you’ve seen him chatting quietly to a few of the other men, a perpetually angry looking blonde in particular.

It’s the last part that piques her interest, “Why’re you so curious, anyway?” she asks, her face lighting up as a sudden thought occurs. “Do you want me to introduce you two? To be honest, I didn’t think he’d be your type, if you’re interested, though…”

Cheeks aflame, you’re quick to shut her down. “No, no, nothing like that. I’ve just… seen him around and we’ve never really spoken, I guess.”

A lame excuse, though mercifully she lets the subject drop without too much prodding.

Therein, of course, lies the problem. Walking up to Kyoshi and casually trying to drop Ryuji into the conversation without raising red flags is risky, but what other options do you have? You’ve already spent too much time on this island.

Although, maybe Asuka has the right idea. 

While you hadn’t been lying when you said you weren’t interested in Kyoshi in that way, nobody else knew that. Who would really look twice at the shy newbie striking up a conversation with the quiet, easygoing man? He wasn’t unattractive per se, and from the brief interactions you’d seen of him, he seemed kind enough.

You have enough patience (barely) to wait for dusk the following night. There’s a celebration, something about the full moon and a blessing on the island and the Commune– you hadn’t really been paying attention when Oikawa had spoken about it. Still, it’s too good an opportunity to pass up. With the fire pits crackling, and the dancing and music and the sweet honey wine flowing freely, nobody will be paying too much attention to what you’ll be doing. Hopefully, the alcohol will also serve to lower Kiyoshi’s guard, and perhaps if you’re really, really lucky, loosen his tongue as well. 

Of course, you’re not banking on him telling you exactly where Ryu is or what happened to him– and that’s assuming he actually knows – but at this point you’ll take anything over the nothing you currently have. A tiny slip up, that’s all you’re asking for. 

As the sun descends beyond the horizon, you play your role well, laughing and chatting amongst friends, sipping carefully at the cup of wine in your hand as you wait for an opening. And perhaps it’s your nerves working against you, but you find that it’s not just Kiyoshi your attention is drawn to. 

Up on the shore, away from the rabble, Oikawa lounges back with a cup of the same honeyed wine you’re pretending to drink. For the most part he seems deep in conversation with Iwaizumi, his right hand, but every once in a while he glances up, letting his gaze roam over the crowd of his followers.

Every inch a king and his general.

And it would seem benevolent, if not for the strange smile he wears – the one that widens when his eyes catch yours.

Swallowing tightly, you force yourself not to dwell on it, to ignore the odd sensation curling in your gut and the way your skin prickles under his attention. Now is not the time to lose focus.

Pushing all thoughts of Oikawa aside, you subtly scan the beach once more, only to find that Kiyoshi’s moved, sitting now on a piece of old driftwood near the bonfire. Alone for the first time tonight. 

Your legs are moving before the thought even fully registers. 

“Do you mind if I sit?” you ask, gesturing to the empty space on the log beside him. 

Kiyoshi smiles, the laugh lines at corners of his eyes crinkling pleasantly, and shakes his head, “Not at all.”

“Thanks.”

Taking another sip of your wine, you will your shoulders to relax, your racing pulse to slow. This has to seem natural, and so you force yourself to hold your tongue, let your head loll back and breathe deep, soaking it all in. You can hear the others in the distance, the music and the dancing, the happy laughter and shouts that beckon – you want to go join them. Even your blood seems to hum, a call of something other pulsing through your veins.

But you pay it no mind. There are more important things to worry about tonight. 

Indeed, steel blue eyes have been appraising you curiously for a while now. “This is your first Lunar blessing, isn’t it?” Kiyoshi asks after a moment.

You nod, humming in agreement. Less than a month; you’ve been here less than a month. Is that a good thing?

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

A harmless enough question, and again you nod your head. “Yeah, it’s…” you pause, searching for words that won’t sound hollow. “It’s paradise. I feel like I need to pinch myself just to make sure it’s real.”

He smiles gently. “But?” he probes.

Grimly, you wonder whether Kiyoshi’s usually this perceptive, or if you’re just a really terrible actor. In a way, you suppose it really doesn’t make a difference; you’ve come too far to turn back now – at least not without raising suspicion. 

So you lie with a truth, and pray that it works.

“I had a friend I was supposed to meet here,” you confess quietly, gazing not at him but the crackling flames of the bonfire, the burning embers carried off into the night. “He was the one who said I should come, but now I’m here and he’s not and every time I catch myself enjoying this–”

“You feel guilty,” he surmises, cutting you off. “Because he’s not here to enjoy it with you.”

Wordlessly, you nod – and maybe it isn’t so much of an act when your eyes begin to glisten, your smile wavering. 

Kiyoshi’s silent for a moment, and you take another sip of the honey wine to hide your nerves. “You shouldn’t, you know,” he says eventually. “Feel guilty, I mean. You belong here, with the Commune. You’re happy here. Paradise… isn’t for everybody.”

He doesn’t say it to be cruel, more like he’s simply stating a fact, and somehow that makes it all the more unnerving. And it’s nothing you haven’t listened to Oikawa preach about time and time again. The Commune is for the devoted, the faithful – the lucky few – and you’ve never thought too hard about what he’d meant by that.

The Commune’s small, maybe a hundred and fifty or so people on the island. There’d been no initiation, no test of faith or trial period you’d had to pass when you arrived – at least, none that you’d been aware of. You simply stepped off the boat and they’d welcomed you with open arms. 

An uneasy sensation settles into your gut, goosebumps prickling at your skin despite the heat of the midsummer night. 

That… doesn’t make sense. It can’t. Absolute control’s too important in groups like this, they couldn’t just let anyone–

Kiyoshi speaks again, his calm voice pulling you from your thoughts. “What was his name?” 

You blink at him slowly – stupidly. “Sorry?”

“Your friend,” he clarifies. “What was his name?”

“Oh, um- Ryuji.”

Kiyoshi’s brow furrows in thought for a moment, but he merely shakes his head, “Doesn’t ring a bell, but like I said, not everyone who arrives stays with us for long.”

He looks you right in the eye as he says it.

You don’t understand the cold, foreboding that seeps through your veins, because he’s lying. He has to be. 

Ryuji was here. They were friends, Ryu’d told you that–

Why did you think this stupid plan would work anyway? That he’d tell you anything, much less the truth when this whole fucked up island is full of liars and those too indoctrinated to know the difference?

“You alright?” he asks when abruptly, you shoot to your feet beside him.

And it takes every ounce of willpower you have left to force an easy smile to your lips, raising your cup just a fraction, “Yeah, just gonna go get a refill. Thanks for the talk, Kiyoshi.”

Whether he notices that your wine’s barely touched or not, you don’t care – not as you turn on your heel without another word and head back up the beach. 

Your head is pounding, your body trembling – you don’t hear the call of your name until a hand reaches out and grasps at your wrist, spinning you around.

Asuka greets you with a wide grin, Makki and a tall, broad shouldered man you think is called Mattsun standing either side of her – the former’s arm slung casually over her shoulder. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” she says. “Come on, we’re gonna go swimming, it’s so pretty out there!”

You glance out towards the ocean. Moonlight bathes the inky blue water, light shimmering off the rippling tide; some of the others are already out there, splashing amongst the waves. 

“Clothing optional, of course,” Makki laughs, and Asuka tugs on your wrist once more. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

But you shake your head, slowly pulling your hand from her grip, “I’m not feeling great, I think I’m gonna head back.”

Asuka frowns, concern marring her pretty features. “Are you okay? Do you need us to call Mizo–”

“No,” you say, cutting her off. Healer Mizoguchi is the last person you need to see right now. “I just– I just need to go lie down for a bit. You guys go have fun – enjoy the blessing, I’ll be fine.”

Makki and Asuka share a fleeting look, but it’s Mattsun who interjects before either one of them can speak, “I’ll walk you back, then.”

Your stomach churns. It doesn’t sound like a suggestion.

And the smart thing to do would be to accept his help; the walk from the beach to your villa isn’t far, and while you’re not as familiar with Mattsun as you are with Makki or Asuka, it’s not like he’s going to hurt you or anything, but–

“Really– you don’t need to, it’s fine,” you smile weakly, shuffling back as he reaches to offer you his arm. “Go swim, I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Mattsun shrugs easily enough, falling back into line with the other two – yet there’s something in the way he grins and holds your gaze for a beat longer. A glimmer of amusement, as if there’s some joke you're not a part of. “I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.”

The heat that floods your cheeks clashes uncomfortably with the cloying heaviness in your stomach, but somehow you manage to stutter out one last goodbye before turning back to scamper off in the direction of your room.

–But not to lie down.

There’s not a cloud in the sky, and the full moon’s bright. No need for a torch, not unless you decide to venture into the heart of the forest.

You’ve been a fool. Kiyoshi, Asuka, Makki, Mattsun; you can’t trust any of them to help you, even unwittingly. Ryuji’s here on the island – somewhere – and every second that slips away, every second that you allow yourself to forget puts him in further danger.

And so you cling to your discomfort, ground yourself in it. The prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the tightness in your chest as you slip past your villa, keeping low and quiet – they’re a reminder that there is something insidious here on the island, that you have to get out.

You and Ryuji.

He’s here. Away from the others, kept under lock and key as punishment, or maybe being forced to undergo whatever kind of glorified brainwashing they’ve got going on, but here. You need to be smart about this, because while you don’t intend to stop until you find him, tonight will be your best shot – while everyone’s distracted down on the beach. 

For the first time in a long time, it feels like you have a clear head. 

Creeping through the underbrush, you steer clear of the well trod pathways that lead towards habitation. You’ve been there, and to the docks, and the river. 

If they’re still keeping him here (and they are, you refuse to entertain the possibility that it could be otherwise) then it’s not somewhere out in the open. A bird cries out in the distance shattering the calm of the night, and you flinch – but it only serves as another reminder that your time tonight is limited; you cannot afford to delay. You wrack your brain, trying to dredge up memories of the last few weeks, surely you must have seen something–

“Lost?”

The single word, spoken in a deep, gruff voice has your blood running cold.

Slowly, you turn. 

Iwa stands behind you in the thicket, his face utterly impassive. Briefly, you contemplate whether it’s worth trying to bluff your way out of this, but Iwa’s eyes narrow, flashing in the dim light and you think better of it.

A sigh escapes you, your shoulders deflating. “Where is he– Ryuji?” you ask; a whisper rather than a demand.

Iwa’s expression gives nothing away. Did he know, or have you handed him the smoking gun of a crime that’d fallen through the cracks? Does it even matter anymore? You’re just–

You’re tired. 

Exhausted. In the space of a few moments all of that shining determination and resolve; it fled, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. This has to end, you can’t keep fighting against them forever. You can’t keep drowning in this guilt, feeling torn every second that you spend here on this stupid island. You just want to find Ryuji and go home.

… Right?

A tense beat passes as Iwa appraises you, and then; “Come with me.”

The hand he places on your shoulder doesn’t give you much choice. His grip isn’t what you’d describe as gentle, yet he’s careful enough to make sure you don’t trip or stumble as he marches you north. 

In the thick of the forest away from the beach, it’s eerily quiet. Every twig that snaps underfoot, every ragged breath you draw; it feels too loud. Out of place amongst the stillness of the midsummer night. 

And isn’t it ironic, that for the first time since you set foot in this paradise, you feel like you’re trespassing?

A bead of sweat trickles down from your temple and your mind unwittingly drifts back to Mattsun and Makki. Are they still swimming with Asuka? Probably, you reason. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly how long it’s been since you left them on the beach, but surely no more than an hour.

And strangely, like water drawn from the depths of a well, an image comes to mind; the four of you standing in the waves, you perched atop Mattsun’s shoulders, screaming and giggling in delight as Asuka tries to knock you down again, two sets of eyes watching from the shore… 

You should have stayed on the beach.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You can ask,” he replies drily – humouring you, you suppose.

Your lips quirk upwards for the briefest of moments. “What happens on the Lunar blessing? Asuka, the others– no one told me what it was.” 

Iwaizumi doesn’t answer you immediately, but you feel his fingers reflexively tighten on your shoulder. Likely it wasn’t the question he was expecting; surely there were others that you could have asked – but you don’t really want the answers to those.

If you’re being led like a lamb to proverbial slaughter, what good would it do you to know it? 

And yet as the seconds pass and no answer seems forthcoming from your captor, you resign yourself to the fact that your curiosity will remain unsated. You don’t even know what prompted you to ask in the first place; knowing Oikawa it’s probably some grand, meaningless spectacle. Pretty, hollow words spoken only to–

A heavy sigh draws you from your thoughts, and you falter in your step, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. Iwa’s quick to right you, urging you forward with a less than gentle nudge. “Walk straight,” he grunts, yet it lacks any true heat. Anticipation flutters through your veins, and he mutters a soft curse behind you. “Fine. It… it’s an exchange.” 

An exchange? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Your eyebrows draw together, mouth opening to press the matter, but Iwa beats you to the punch.

“You’ll find out for yourself soon enough, now shut up.”

You have no response to that, so you do.

—

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like hours. Eventually, the terrain becomes steeper, the worn path you’re treading twisting and winding, and you realise you must be close to the mountains at the heart of the island. 

As your breath comes in heavy pants, your legs beginning to ache, you can’t help but be lost in the beauty of it all.

The flora’s different here, unlike any you’ve seen before. Flowers bursting from the bark of towering trees, blooms of vibrant hues; reds and purples and soft, baby pinks. Even the vines at your feet curl amongst pretty white buds that gleam invitingly under the moonlight. Your jaw falls open as you gaze around in wonderment. 

You forget why you’re walking, where it is that you’re heading. Iwa’s grip relaxes as a quiet gasp escapes you, and he doesn’t stop you when you stray from the path to take a closer look. You can’t resist reaching out to touch the silken petals, leaning in to smell their perfume. Soft and light and sweet, your eyes flutter shut, a smile creeping across your visage. 

It reminds you of home. Not your actual home – the rundown, tiny shoebox apartment you gave up before you came here – but something deeper.

Home, like the long summer days spent playing in your parents’ backyard. Home, like afternoons curled up by the window, watching the rain come down in sheets outside. 

Home, like the comfort of arms wrapped around you; two hearts beating in sync.

“C’mon,” Iwa interrupts after a minute or so, his voice a touch less gruff. “We’re almost there.”

Dazed, you find yourself nodding, allowing him to guide you back to the path. This time, he doesn’t grab you by the shoulder, seemingly content enough to walk by your side. 

True to his word, it’s only another few minutes before you see it; a wooden villa, four times the size of your own and far, far grander, set amongst a clearing of trees on the mountainside. Confused, your eyes flicker from the villa to Iwa and back again. Gossamer curtains billow lightly in the breeze, a warm, inviting glow spilling from the open windows. Surely this cannot be where he meant to lead you… and yet he merely stands at your side, arms folded across his broad chest, watching you expectantly. 

“You gonna make me carry you up there?” he asks, not unkindly.

Swallowing tightly, you shake your head. 

Another glance, and you catch a shadow lingering by the window. Your heart skips a beat, apprehension curling in your gut as you begin to walk, every step feels less steady than the last. You’re almost glad when Iwa takes you by the arm; if only so that you have something to focus on other than the growing tightness in your chest. The villa, with its pretty flowers and airy, elegant grandeur is far from the isolated cell you’d been afraid of, yet the uncertainty of what you’re walking into eats at you all the same.

Is this where they’ve been keeping Ryu, or has he brought you here for another reason?

Nothing, however, can prepare you for what you find inside. Warm light emanates from lanterns that bathe the room, and your eyes widen as you stare around you.

Strange, gold carvings inlaid with mother of pearl decorate the thick, woodens support beams, a pot of incense burns on a table overflowing with fresh fruit. There’s a jug of the same honeyed wine you’d drank earlier in the night and two cups set on an ornate stand nearby – just within arms reach of one of the chaise lounges.

Iwa affords you little time to gape, drawing you further in. Silken tapestries hang from the walls – you’re pulled along too quickly to truly take note, but the brief glimpses you get hint at a story; a divine being cast from his home, lost and wandering.

It tugs at something buried within you, and uncomfortable, you tear your eyes away.

The two of you reach a closed door at the end of the hall, and Iwa pulls you to a stop, knocking once.

“Come,” a familiar voice calls.

You stiffen, though perhaps you should have foreseen this outcome. Who else would Iwa bring you to but to him? Distantly, you register his grip relaxing, the sound of the door sweeping open and his voice at your ear.

“Go on.”

And it’s funny, you think, how two halves of yourself can be so at odds with each other. Because while your stomach twists itself into knots, goosebumps prickling at your skin, your legs stumble forward of their own accord.

Two steps forward, and your breath catches in your throat.

It’s a bedroom, that much you can deduce from the decor, but that’s not what captures your attention. Nor is it Oikawa, leaning against the bureau with a genial smile – at least not at first. 

No. In place of a back wall, there’s open space, not so much as a panel of glass obstructing the view before you. And what a view it is; from this height you can see the sprawling forest below, the coastline dotted with bonfires and the moonlit ocean shimmering beyond. Where the floorboards end, there are steps, you realise as you unwittingly inch closer, leading to a cascading spring – likely fed from the waterfall you can hear rushing nearby.

How easy it would be to brush aside your worries, you think, to shed your clothes, slip into the cool, calm water and lose yourself entirely. Even amongst all you’ve seen and experienced on the island so far, this is incomparable. 

“Stunning, isn’t it?” Oikawa murmurs, coming up behind you.

His voice startles you, yet when you turn, you find him not gazing out at the scenery but rather at you, that same strange, knowing smile curling at his lips.

“Some days, I admit, it’s hard to tear myself away,” he continues, unbothered by your stunned silence. “But even I can’t neglect my duties for too long.”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Confusion twists through you at the conversational tone, surely he hasn’t brought you here just to chat about the impressive views, yet there’s no hint of disapproval on his face, no indication that he’s anything less than pleased with you.

It’s unnerving to say the least, but you’ll play along with his game if that’s what Oikawa wants.

“Beautiful,” you say, though the words feel woefully inadequate even as you speak them.

He hums in agreement, something akin to pride flickers in his eyes at your assessment, “A labour of love, I suppose. But… everything you see here, everything I’ve built, it comes with a price. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter.

“Paradise,” he elaborates, his smile widening. “There’s no give without take. Those people down there,” he nods down at the beach, the tiny, ant-like figures still milling about, “the lost, the beaten, the abused – I gave them what they so desperately sought; a sanctuary. A life without struggle, without suffering.” He pauses for a moment, reaching forward to take your hand. You almost flinch, almost skitter across the room to put as much distance between you as you can, but you don’t–

His palm is warm as it envelops yours, a pleasant heat that seems to spread through your veins, easing your tense muscles. There’s nothing to fear from him, you’re safe with Oikawa.

“Aren’t you happy here?”

Yes.

“What about the price?” you ask instead, though it takes more concentration than it should to force the words out. 

Oikawa’s thumb sweeps along the back of your hand. “I never said it was your price to pay,” he soothes. 

There’s something wrong with that sentence, but another sharp knock at the door draws your attention before you can think too hard about it. You turn out of instinct, barely aware of the way his hand tightens fractionally around your own.  

A single finger at your jaw coaxes your attention back to him. “If you built a paradise, wouldn’t you give whatever necessary to ensure it flourished?”

Oikawa stares at you expectantly, deep brown eyes searching your face as he waits for an answer. Agreement would be the logical choice – the one he seems to want from you – but even as your lips part, the only sound that escapes is a breathless, confused noise. 

When you were a kid, maybe six or seven, your parents took you to the beach one day and you waded too far out into the water. The waves were bigger than you expected; all it took was one mistimed jump and you were dragged under.

It wasn’t for long, probably only seconds, and ultimately you were fine – but you remember those few seconds so vividly. The feeling of helplessly tumbling through the water, fighting to break the surface but not knowing which way was up. Your lungs crying out for oxygen, the disorientation and dizziness, the panic.

It feels like that now – like the floor’s dropped out from beneath you and you’re just hurtling through empty air, desperately trying to slow yourself down with nothing to grab onto.

None of this makes any sense. Your emotions are shot to pieces, too many parts of yourself being pulled in different directions and you’re not sure which ones you can trust anymore. How can you be? Oikawa’s still holding your hand, smiling at you, and you just want everything to stop for a second so you can right yourself and breathe–

The door opens.

Iwaizumi appears in your field of vision, dragging a bound, hooded figure behind him. And because this is all some big, cosmic joke, you get your wish. Both of them, actually. 

Time slows. 

Even with a burlap sack pulled over his head, you recognise the man Iwa shoves to the floor and sneers at. 

Hundreds of miles, weeks of uselessly traipsing around this fucking island, and finally– 

Finally, you’ve found Ryu.

There should be relief. Fear, considering his current state, yes, but Ryuji’s here and he’s alive and as the hood is ripped off his head Oikawa squeezes your hand and the only thing you feel is… anger.

Not a heated flash that surges through your blood. It’s slow and seething, insipid. You look at him, locked in place as empty, pleading eyes meet yours and all you can think is that all of this – everything – is his fault.

“Asuka told you why she came to me, didn’t she?” Oikawa asks.

Your brow furrows, why–why is he asking you that now, how did he even–

He slips closer behind you, letting your hand go in favour of your shoulder, his spare dragging lightly along the bare skin of your arm. “She was lost, in so much pain. The physical wounds, they heal after a while,” his voice is right in your ear, a low murmur that sends a shiver rippling down your spine.

It isn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“But the scars inside, well… sometimes those fester.”

Gagged and bound, kneeling at your feet, Ryu doesn’t even try to make a sound. 

He’s thinner than you remember. Face gaunt and bruised; there’s a half healed, mottled yellow one painted across the left side of his jaw, one eye purple and swollen. You glance at Iwa, standing stoically behind him, muscular arms folded across his chest. His work, you wonder, or others as well? You notice the tear tracks running down his face, catching the light of the lanterns, but it’s as if you’re seeing it all through a thick pane of glass. None of it reaches you, there’s nothing but that simmering, ugly feeling in your gut.

Oikawa hums, “I told you that Paradise wasn’t for everyone. It’s a haven, yes, but there are those who simply… don’t belong.”

His body’s so warm, pressed up against yours. Fingertips graze along your side, and this time you don’t bother biting back that tiny, breathless moan. Iwa briefly smirks at it, but there’s no embarrassment. Why should there be? Your eyes flit back to Ryu, bowed on the wooden floor.

Another memory resurfaces; A sharp crack and a ringing in your ears, Ryuji, eyes bloodshot and glazed, falling to his knees, clutching frantically at the leg of your pants as endless apologies spill from his lips. 

It wasn’t him. It was never him. 

“He hurt you,” Oikawa purrs. “He kept hurting you, I saw it.”

The words wash over you like waves breaking on the shore, but you find yourself nodding anyway. It was the truth, wasn’t it? A thousand tiny hurts, piled up on one another until you finally broke.

And you’d still come when he’d called.

Listened to him when he’d begged you not to hang up the phone.

“Iwa.” 

The brunet moves towards a grand chest of drawers pushed up against the western wall. An ornate dagger sits atop, strange and beautiful; the blade isn’t steel or any metal you’ve seen before, but some kind of black stone, the handle intricately carved ivory. You hadn’t even noticed it before, Oikawa’s room filled to the brim with odd trinkets and treasures, but now that you have, it’s hard to tear your eyes away.

Iwa takes it and carries it over towards the two of you, holding it with the utmost care. 

“Obsidian,” Oikawa informs you as he accepts the blade from his friend, bringing it in front of you both to show it off. “Pretty, isn’t it?” And while you can’t see his face, you can hear the smile in his tone.

He isn’t wrong though. 

Ever so carefully you reach out, the soft pads of your fingertips running along the obsidian surface, surprisingly cool to the touch. The razor sharp edges – wavy and asymmetrical, leading to a tapered point – you’re careful to avoid, almost positive you’d draw blood with the slightest touch. 

“Take it,” he urges, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

Obediently, you turn your hand over, your fingers wrapping around the hilt when he presses it against your palm. And as long fingers curl around yours, you idly wonder how old the dagger is – there’s not so much as a scratch on it, yet there’s something about the weapon in your hand that feels ancient. It thrums under your combined touch.

Oikawa jerks his chin at Iwa, and with a short nod and one last, lingering glance cast your way, the latter exits once again. 

Leaving you and Oikawa alone with Ryuji.

“It’s almost time,” he remarks – though time for what, you’re not entirely sure. His lips press against your hair, his arm dropping from your shoulder to your waist, drawing you flush against him. “I know why you came to me, the lies that led you here.”

Both of you turn your attention back to Ryuji at that, the bound man now shaking with the force of his muffled sobs, snot dripping from his nose. That bitter resentment rears its ugly head again, soothed only by Oikawa’s pacifying hum, his thumb now rubbing slow circles at your side. “Shh, I’m not angry – none of that matters now. You’ve found a home here, no? You want to stay on the island with me.”

You swallow, nodding your head rapidly. The thought of having to leave now, of being forced out after everything you’ve seen and felt and experienced here, you– you can’t fathom it. You don’t want to. 

Ryuji’d wrought so much damage, but even before he’d swept through your life… had you ever been happy? Were you ever truly accepted – or loved, for that matter?

You can’t go back to that life. You won’t; he’ll have to drag you kicking and screaming from the shore. The Commune is your home, this is where you belong. Here, with Oikawa.

“Good girl,” he croons, another kiss pressed to the crown of your head. You beam at the praise and Ryuji crumples a little further. “Death begets life, you understand now, don’t you?”

You glance at the obsidian dagger in your hand and then at Ryu, beaten and bruised, bowed in forced supplication before you, and nod.

His fingers tighten around yours, “Then do it.”

Leaning forward, you reach for Ryu, fingers lightly trailing down his ruined cheek, curling at his chin to coax his head upwards. He squeezes his eyes shut, pain and regret etched over every inch of his face, but he doesn’t fight you. 

Baring his throat to your dagger, Ryuji’s pleas take the shape of your name.

Muffled, thanks to the gag, but unmistakable. And for one single moment, you falter. 

This… this is wrong; for all his faults, and god knows there were plenty, Ryu didn’t des–

A wave of calm washes over you, allaying your fears, your doubts. Your breath leaves you in a heavy gust, taking with it the tension in your shoulders, and Oikawa’s voice, smooth and honeyed, reaches your ears once more, “Nothing comes without a price, doesn’t he deserve to be the one to pay it?”

With your hand still tucked inside of his, your arm moves with a will of its own; slashing with inhuman grace.

The dagger cuts deep, Ryuji’s eyes snapping open in shock as a spray of warm blood hits you both. He chokes – a horrid, wet, gurgling sound – wide, pleading eyes frantically shifting between you and Oikawa. Every beat of his failing heart sends fresh blood spurting from the gaping wound. It drenches his front, splatters across your dress, your face, crimson pooling at the wooden floorboards at his knees. His mouth falls open and shut, trying and failing to form coherent sounds and you just stand there and watch, the dagger hanging limply at your side.

It doesn’t take long; seconds at the most. 

Ryuji’s slumps to the floor, his body finally growing still as the light fades from his eyes. There’s a beat of absolute silence, and then–

Oikawa shudders behind you, a strangled, drawn out moan leaving his lips. You try to turn, but his arms lock around you, every muscle tensing, his back arching. The dagger in your hand grows hot, burning the soft skin of your palm, but with his fingers still tightly entwined with yours you can only whimper and endure it.

With a hoarse, guttural roar, a pulse of pure energy surges through the room like a shockwave. Every cell in your body lights up, electrified, buzzing; a dizzying euphoria unlike any you’ve felt before coursing through your blood. 

Across the island, voices cry out in delight, a symphony of life. The trees tremble and shake, invigorated and renewed, fresh buds bursting from the forest floor, blooming under the light of the full moon.

The harvests flourish, even the river swells in response to the call.

Death begets life, just as he promised.

And with every inch of your body alight and singing with pleasure, you can barely think much less protest (and why would you want to?) as Oikawa roughly yanks you around, hungry lips crashing against your own as his fingers pull and tear at your bloodstained dress. He wastes no time with foreplay, and you suspect only begrudgingly takes a moment to hoist you up against him and carry you to his bed.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he hauls your hips to his, sheathing his cock inside of your warm, tight cunt with one savage thrust, but you don’t care.

Not as you cling to him, fingernails raking along his shoulders as he presses your thighs further apart so he can fuck you deeper. It’s hard and rough and brutal, yet you moan for him all the same, his name a prayer swallowed up by feverish, claiming kisses.

Tonight, bathed in blood and the soft glow of moonlight, you offer your god everything.

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“Look, look!” 

A small hand tugs at your skirt, and you glance down to find a little girl with pretty, dark curls holding up a crown of woven flowers.

“Do you like it?” she asks. 

Carefully, you take it from her, bringing it closer to examine. She watches you intently as you study it, lifting it this way and that to appraise her work, humming thoughtfully for good measure. “I think it’s beautiful work,” you tell her after a long enough pause, and you can’t help but smile at the way she lights up, preening under your praise. “Why don’t you go show your mama? I’m sure she’ll be very impressed.”

The girl nods rapidly, thanking you before skipping off in the direction of her parents. The sun’s hanging low in the sky, the fires already being readied for the night ahead. You’re not unaware of the watchful gaze that carefully monitors your every move, and the moves of anyone who ventures too close by. Soon enough, you’ll return home to the heart of the island – anticipation fluttering in your belly at the thought of what awaits you – but for now, you let your feet sink further into the sand, closing your eyes as you bask in the lingering warmth of the setting sun.

At least until the sound of your name being called draws you back to the present. Yet it’s not Iwaizumi approaching, but rather Makki, two strangers trailing along behind him. 

“Thought I’d find you here,” he grins, throwing a casual arm over your shoulders. “This is Kaneo,” he gestures to the man, “and his wife Manaka. They arrived this morning, I’ve been showing ‘em round.”

You turn to the couple, smiling sweetly as you extend a hand, “Welcome to the Commune.”

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Addiction [1 / 2]

Summary: Lee Bodecker is fascinated by the young girl who works at her father’s store. 

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Warning: Age gap, language, mentions of alcoholism, sexual content, unprotected sex (y’all better wrap it in real life tho bc this is fiction.) SMUT. 18+

Word Count: 4k [NOT PROOFREAD. Any comments, tips, suggestions are greatly appreciated. My Ask Box is always open.] 

Lee Bodecker’s cruiser paraded through the town of Knockemstiff. He thought of how life had changed so much for him in the last few months. A man who was still in his lonesome at his age, caused by his extreme focus on his career, wasn’t blind to the fruits the small town had to offer. The more time passed, the prettier the girls got.

Vibrant sundresses, skirts that reached above the knee and them goddamn stockings. With the years the damn skirts and dresses only seemed to be inching up higher and higher up their legs. Most of the girls were timid under his presence. It was a good thing that they knew who he was and were more than well aware of the power he had.

Lee Bodecker was a crook sheriff in the solemn town; a menacing tormented man who most often than not drank his fair share of alcohol on a weekly basis. A lot of the time he was intoxicated with the moonshine he got from people he bribed. The alcohol always knocked him to otherworldly limits that helped him forget all that plagued him. It was his hidden secret, an unhealthy and disappointing one. A secret which he made sure to keep under wraps. Lee always had the election peering over him, taunting and glaring at him. He had to keep up with appearances.

Even with sore limbs, killer migraines and sunken eyes that didn’t want to see any light, he always made sure to clean the cruiser of any leftover canned beers and packs of cigarettes. He even tended to his own home as well, bagging the glass bottles and cans in black trash bags so as to not raise any suspicions. He was trying his best to stop, but it had become a habit that was hard to shake. Trying to kill one addiction had almost started another one, candies being the other culprit. Sweet little candies to quit the thoughts and yearning need for the arduous liquid that he’d come to rely on far too much.

But then there was another addiction he’d come to have for the past months. It was intoxicating but it wasn’t alcohol and sweet and tender but it wasn’t candies. The girl who worked at her father’s store at the center of town was the debilitating new type of obsession he’d come to have. Boyd Smith’s young daughter was as enticing as they came.

The store was small and slightly rundown, but had the necessities most people in Knockemstiff could need. People didn’t need much in the town anyway. But that girl was easy on the eyes and she wasn’t even aware of it. By far the prettiest in the godforsaken town and probably the whole state. Heck, Lee thought her to be the most beautiful on fucking earth. She managed to tug at his heartstrings in such a way nobody had been able to. Not in a long time, anyway.

When she first spoke to him, an actual conversation, she’d told him “stop eating so many candies, sheriff. You’re gonna get cavities.” And Lee had let out a loud laugh, though it hadn’t met his eyes as if the words she’d said had hit a nerve. They had, but he couldn’t admit it. Regardless the soothing tone of her voice, sweet and delicate, had reeled him in even further.

He visited the store so often, knowing when exactly her father would take his day off. Which were starting to climb up seeing as Boyd enjoyed gambling and drinking his fair share as much as Lee and would leave his daughter to tend to the store more often than not. So she’d be there in her most lonesome tending to her father’s store. He looked forward to seeing her doe eyes and skim his eyes about her gentle frame.

He often found himself wondering what she’d be wearing on days he visited. Being the daughter of a store owner meant that money wasn’t much of a problem for her family, and she seemed to be able to feed her affinity for pretty clothes. He always anticipated what she’d be wearing. Y/N usually wore pastel colored dresses, those pretty sundresses that reached just above the knee. The thin material at times clung to her body on the back giving way to the full bottom she was blessed with and Lee felt himself hardening just at the sight of her alone. He wanted nothing more than to tear the material off her and savor the innocence she oozed.

That day when she first spoke to him, he felt even more drawn to her. The delectable taste of the bonbons he’d stop to buy were of no comparison to her. Lee was either salivating or mouth dry like a desert at the mere sight of the store owner’s daughter.  On that day when she’d uttered those words to him in hopes of alleviating the rather quiet environment, he had placed the money on her hands to pay for the pack of candies as well as a pack of beers. Their fingers brushed and Y/N had almost shuddered.

“I’m gonna have to find myself a new addiction so that doesn’t happen then.” Lee responded. His eyes had met hers and a gleam of mischievousness and mockery were swirling in them. She swallowed harshly, suddenly feeling small under the presence of the town’s sheriff.

Y/N looked at him. Like really looked at him and noticed things she hadn’t before. For instance, the way his eyes were the color of the town’s nearby lake, a sparkling blue, and when he didn’t have a scowl on his face he actually looked handsome. Crinkles at the end of his eyes showed his age, and even with the soft protruding belly he was actually easy on the eyes.

Y/N blushed under his piercing stare, proceeding to count the change aloud and handed it back to him in a clumsy manner.

“One fifty is your change, sheriff. Thank you.”

“No, thank you darlin’. I’ll stop by another day.” Lee countered, voice heavy as his orbs continued their arduous stare on the girl who couldn’t tear her own eyes away from his. She was flushed, a color that suited her so well with the baby blue sundress she wore. He wanted nothing more than to take her on the back of his cruiser and fuck her into submission.

Despite all his bad qualities, the dominance he liked to have, he wanted her to want it too. What was the fun in fucking somebody who didn’t want it? No, he wanted her dainty hands on him. For her to run them through his hair, grip it as she was a breathy broken mess beneath him. He yearned for her lips to moan his name, for her tightness to grip him like a damn vice. Just one look at her and he knew he was done for.

Lee started visiting the store more often. Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. She’d be there with her pastel dresses, behind the counter tending to customers in a manner that let him know he couldn’t be the only one thinking of her this way. She was too pure, too celestial to only have one man pining over her. And he was right. He wasn’t the only man looking at her with hungry eyes. There were plenty of them who’d show up at the store throwing flirty comments at her and she’d try her best to deflect them. She’d do so gracefully with shy smiles, an airy laugh while waving them away.

Lee had been there when men approached her in the same manner he did, flirtatiously and with no good intentions. He observed how she’d suddenly become nervous, dropping change on the floor and sputtering out a few sorry’s as she scrambled down to get it from the floor. She’d smile at her suitors, not knowing how to keep them away. How to say no. So when Lee was there, he’d clear his throat loudly and tell them to move along. No more needed to be said, the men would scramble away from the store at the mere words from the sheriff. They were scared of him and the immense influence the town’s sheriff carried just at the tip of his fingers. Lee boasted his power in front of Y/N wanting nothing more than to impress her. He was no longer in his 20s, no longer the slim figure he had 15 years prior, but he’d obtained something that was worth showing off: the power of being an elected official and the town’s sheriff.

Y/N would express her graciousness with a bashful grin and a small thanks would leave her lips, along with a few offerings of free candy or even a pack of cigarettes. She was young, no more than twenty. It was normal for girls her age to have suitors lining up, but she wasn’t an ordinary girl. This was the girl the sheriff was pining over. He was completely and utterly taken by her and he hadn’t even tasted her yet.

Lee wanted more than anything to be the one who clouded the girl’s thoughts. He wanted him to be the first thing she thought of every morning and the very last thought at the end of the night. His own thoughts were consumed by the store owner’s daughter. Her beauty was amplified by the tenderness in which her tone of voice took when she spoke. The way her hair crowned her face so perfectly and the smile lines which took upon her pretty face with a simple little grin. She was addicting and he wanted her so badly. He wanted her as bad as a drop of alcohol.

For Y/N, or any girl her age, it was an honor to be on the receiving end of the sheriff’s admiration. The piercing blue orbs watching with intent, body language screaming that he was taken with her. The way he was an asset to the town, an important one that kept order, that took care of people like her. That warded off danger. She’d be crazy to overlook him and his clear feelings for her.

At first she’d been slightly put off at his constant visits to the store. Sometimes just to buy a single pack of candy. At times he wouldn’t even buy anything. He’d stare at her, initiate conversations that diverted to different topics as if he didn’t want to stop hearing her voice. As if her voice was the only sound he wanted to hear. At times the voice coming from his radio would be the only thing that’d get him to leave the store. He’d huff loudly, bark back an answer, tip his broad-brimmed hat back on his head and wave goodbye to her.

But it wasn’t long until he’d crawled his way into her heart. A slow process that took many months. Gained her trust with conversation and his way of sweet talking. Expensive chocolates and bouquets of roses he’d gone out of town to get would make their way into her hands whenever he’d visit her, almost always finding himself at the right hour when the store was at its most desolate. Just her and him. The beautiful girl was driving him insane, she was slow to give into him. Her shyness a tough barrier to break.

The town would whisper about it. The sheriff wants Boyd’s daughter. The many visits had made their rounds in people’s mouths and being the small town that it was. The townspeople noticed the black cruiser more and more at the front of the store, parked there for more than half an hour at times. And they became suspicious because what could take so long in the small store? It was cramped and only had minimal supplies.  All of Knockemstiff was talking about it in a secretive manner. They didn’t want to feel the sheriff’s wrath, didn’t want to light the anger in his eyes. But they knew. Knew that whatever his intentions were with the young girl, he was sure to get her. He was persistent and always got what he wanted.

Those many visits to the store turned into driving her home at nights. Though it was only a couple blocks from the town center, he still insisted on doing it. A girl like you could get kidnapped on these streets doll, Lee would tell her. He couldn’t believe her father would pick gambling with his friends over picking his own daughter up. She deserved to be cared for, tended to in the best way possible. He wanted to be that man for her; someone she relied on. Someone she could come to love.

At least the one thing her father did right was having her lock up the place early when she was in charge of the store. By 7:30 pm, she’d switch the sign to closed and begin the process of cleaning and making sure everything was tidy to open up the next day. Lee would wait outside for her in his car, smoke puffing from his lips as he took drags from his cigarette. When he would see her coming out, the thin material of her dress swaying with the wind and giving way to the smoothness of her legs, he’d close his eyes to gain control of himself and throw the cigarette outside. She never said she didn’t like the smell, never even made a comment about it as the scent lingered in the car, yet he still cared and wanted to be on his best behavior with her.

The drives to her home would take detours to diners, coffee shops and even to different towns as he felt so enthralled by her presence. He wanted nothing more than be able to spend hours with her. She didn’t even have to touch him, didn’t have to kiss him, but a simple gaze from her had his heart beating erratically. When she began talking to him more, not just waiting for him to continue the conversation, he felt the effect she had on him even more. He felt bewitched, as if the girl was his only sanity. It wasn’t the alcohol, it wasn’t the sugary sweets. It was the tenderness of her voice, her gentle frame and her doe eyes.

It also wasn’t long until she was sinking down onto the length of his cock on the back of his cruiser. She slid down in such slow motion with a heartbreaking guttural moan. Her virgin cunt wrapping him in such tightness his breath had hitched and eyes rolled in ecstasy. Her perky breasts right at his face and he’d taken a hold of them with his lips. Ran his tongue on the brown nipples.

“It hurts, Lee.” Y/N cried softly onto his shoulder. Pitiful tears landing on his clothed shoulder. The poor girl was wincing at the intrusion inside her. Lee deeply regretted taking her this way, her on top of him on the back of his damn cruiser. This wasn’t the place for a girl like her to lose her virginity. Hell, it  wasn’t the place for any girl to lose their virginity. The seats were uncomfortable and movements were limited with the small space.

“I’m sorry darlin’. Fuck.” Lee cursed, feeling his cock twitch inside the tightness of her walls. She was incredibly tight and he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold on for much longer. He wanted to piston his hips against her sweet place, fuck her until she was crying. But she was already crying on his shoulder and it wasn’t even out of pleasure.

She stayed there for a couple seconds, trying to recover herself while being bombarded with sinful thoughts as she sat on his length. She was able to get a hold of herself, feeling a little better with the sheriff’s large hand drawing soothing circles on her bare back. His pink lips were against hers in soft kisses that had her head swirling. The taste of alcohol present on his tongue was a strong comparison to her minty mouth. Him, so imperfect and troubled. Her, innocent and pure. She picked her head up again. Her doe eyes found him in the darkness of the cruiser, the abandoned lot a few minutes out of town was desolate and dark.

Without any warning, her lower body elevated just slightly and came back down again. Lee let out a shaky breath and his hands had immediately slid down to the smooth skin of her ass, fingers marking the fullness of it. She was a mess above him, mouth hanging open with the sweetest moans falling loose. She began to slowly sink down on him again, building a tortuous movement of raising herself up and coming back down. The pain was still present but the sight of the sheriff being patient and not forcing her to move had been incentive enough for her to push the aching pain away. He was already inside her anyways, her chastity a thing of the past.

Lee’s strong hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck and pushed their lips together. She was still adjusting to him, moving slow to his standards, so he wanted to control at least one area of the sinful acts that were taking place. His kiss was rough and messy. His teeth took hold of her plump bottom lip and bit it until she shrieked into his mouth. Her dainty hands fisted at his hair.

The movements of her hips were reluctant and inexperienced. The flow of them slow, faltering even at the discomfort of the intrusion. The prodding inside her still stung and her eyes shut tightly when his cock hit a spot inside her that made her feel weak. Lee noticed and the hold on her ass tightened as brought her down at a faster pace. He wanted to fuck her so hard she would see stars on the roof of the cruiser, but she was still visibly aching.

Lee’s lips traveled down her jaw, kissing her there just slightly to bring any comfort to her, before they made their way to the valley of her breasts. She was bare, the baby yellow dress had been unbuttoned and thrown on the floor carelessly. She was unbelievably soft. Skin so delicate and smooth, breasts and ass etched with white stretch marks. His babygirl was so divine and heavenly and he’d just taken her innocence, her purity, on the back of his cruiser.

He was a bastard for not taking her to his home. On his bed. But this had been so sudden, a date to the outskirts of a different town had turned into them kissing like their lives depended on it. He’d conveniently found the empty lot and he couldn’t wait any longer, feeling as if he didn’t bury himself inside her he would explode.

His hips had began to lift themselves off the cold backseat meeting hers in the middle. She was reduced to a string of breathy moans; a beautiful mess before him. His dick was enveloped in her folds, bathing in her sweet juices. The sounds of drenched skin slapping against one another, loud and stained. The air inside the car was stuffy and lingered with the smell of their arousal. He felt like he’d come any second as he felt the familiar sensation building inside him.

“I want to put a baby right in here.” Lee’s hand stopped at her belly, the skin soft and warm. He was already crazy for her. With a single taste of her and he wanted more. He could picture his girl’s belly huge with his baby growing inside her. Maybe that would get him to stop craving the taste of alcohol, to stop wanting to replace his addiction with candies. He wanted her to be his only sane addiction.

Y/N stuttered at his words. Her eyes had widened and hands gripped his shoulders at the rapid movements of his hips. She was rendered silent as her mind swirled with the possibility of carrying Lee Bodecker’s baby. She didn’t know what to think of it. Girls her age were already carrying babies, married even.

But the townspeople chastised and judged those girls who gave away the very thing that made them good in the eyes of the lord, their savior, and she had done just that. Given away the one thing she’d held onto for more than two decades, cherished it, boxed it off and wrote it off for somebody whom she’d marry. The preacher of her church called it a “gift”, a mere pseudonym, and apparently a more appropriate and contained word, for a girl’s virginity. In her town, chastity from girls, taking care of that one gift for a nice man who would care for them was an important thing. But for Y/N, it was too late to look back.

“You heard me, darlin’?” Lee quipped again, hand grasping her jaw to get her to look at him. His azure eyes were laced with lust, swirling with it as his cock hit her sweet spot again and again. What could she say when he was taking the pain away and replacing it with delicious ecstasy?

“Yes, Lee.” She moaned loudly. A foreign heat had pooled in her stomach, the pistoning of his dick inside her driving her closer to a delirious state. Y/N was bouncing on him with his help and she couldn’t help but look at the man whom she’d grown to be fond of for the last few months. Fond was probably not the right term, but she’d only even kissed a boy before and it had been her senior year of high school, so long ago she didn’t even know what she was feeling. It was immeasurable. The grown man whose advances had made hordes of butterflies swirl in her stomach, made her breath quicken and at the sight of him her heart swelled.

“I’m gonna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours.” His words were foul, hips faltering as he felt the tightness of her cunt constricting the living daylights out of him. She had broken down before him, body spasming as an orgasm ripped through her in shocking waves.

“Oh my god oh my god.” She breathed out loudly, her folds seizing him in a shuddering way. Gripping so tight he couldn’t help but come only a mere seconds after her. His hips jolted, climax hitting him with such strength it had forced a string of curse words from his mouth. His cum seeped inside her like ribbons, painting her walls with his warm seed.

When they rode out their high, bodies covered in salty sweat and breathing somewhat steady, Lee grabbed her face and brought their lips together in another kiss. It was short and wet, his tongue swiping against hers. When he pulled away, he looked at the odd expression etched on her face.

“What am I gonna tell my daddy, sheriff?” She asked softly. Brows furrowed in worry. “It’s so late.”

“Your daddy doesn’t give a damn. He’s probably drunk off his ass while gambling.” Lee bit. He was right about her father, he was most likely drunk or gambling. Probably both. Lee was gonna take care of his girl now. Claim her. He had already taken her most precious gift anyway.

He wasn’t going to fuck her on the back of a cruiser. She didn’t belong there, not tainting the backseat of his car, not in an abandoned parking lot. The next time he fucked her he was going to plow into her on his bed. In his house. Because that’s where her sweetness belonged; tangled in his covers, a moaning mess beneath him. She should’ve been waiting for him to come home from a long day of work, arms out steady for him to fall on, lips ready to take his. She was more addicting than glasses of moonshine, more so than candy. Intoxicatingly beautiful, sweet and innocent.

“You’re mine now darlin.”

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hope y'all enjoy lol I actually liked writing this so might make a second part. Who knows 💀🥴

Dividers can be found here by @writeyourmindaway. Ty!

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minors dni!

description: Armin Arlert loves sweet, innocent things, especially when he can ruin them with his very own sickening sweetness.

pairings: Armin Arlert x gn! reader

word count: 2.4k

contains: smut duh, modern au, private college richboy armin, mild obsession with reader, oral (male receiving), use of the word ‘whore’, like one slap, unprotected sex (nothing spills inside dw), lowkey manipulation (what else y’all expected from armin?)

!!reader is afab(assigned female at birth), gender neutral and of legal age (around their 2nd year of college)!!

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Whatever Armin Arlert wanted, Armin Arlert got. Cars, VIP seats, answers to exams, anything you can imagine. Being one of the most well-respected alumni of Paradis Institute's only son definitely had its advantages.

Girls and boys begged for a chance to be noticed by Armin Arlert, who wore his Prefect pin proudly and monitored the halls with his head high, but to no avail. Armin had long forgotten about sex, he found it appalling and unnecessary, unless it was with you.

You, who walked with your head high just like him. You, who would talk with classmates and wonder why they sprinted away as soon as the Prefect turned a corner. You, who could swear you heard a few camera clicks every time you used the communal showers. You, who despite being beautiful and charming, could not get a significant other for the life of you. Yes, your classmate, Armin had made sure the only person available to you would be himself; the handsome, smart and rich Prefect.

"Can I help you, Arlert?" Were the only words you spoke to him when he entered the science lab you were trying to work in.

"Am I bothering you, ___ ? I can leave." You took one look at his big, ocean blue eyes and sighed, taking your glasses off.

"No, sorry."

"Rough day? I'm sure it's nothing a massage can't solve." He offered, walking around the table you were working on and immediately placing his hands on your stiff shoulders. You shrugged them off quickly and faced the other way.

"Are you sure you don't want a massage from the person paying for your scholarship?" He whispered in a low voice, which would be very attractive if you weren't intimidated by him. You gulped and nodded, allowing him to happily massage your shoulders and upper back.

"I heard you're having a hard time with the new lecture."

"I-I do." You tried withholding a pleased sigh. The massage was definitely working.

"Be at my dorm around seven. I'll help you with it, ___." Armin left with a polite smile and bow of his head, leaving you to wonder how he looked so sweet yet acted so bitter.

At seven sharp, you stood outside of Armin Arlert's dormitory, patting your hair down, fixing your shirt underneath your uniform pants and looking around nervously. With a deep breath, you finally knocked on the wooden door, which was opened almost immediately.

"Come in, ___!" Armin's face lit up the moment he saw you and he stepped away for you to enter his room. A kitchenette, a double bed, a desk and a bookcase filled all the space, just like every other dorm on campus. And as you set your books on the desk, you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of tiles, running water and a nude person as the lock screen on his laptop, which he was quick to close before you took another look.

"Would you like a coffee, ___?"

"Yes, please."

It was getting past ten and your head could barely stand up on its own. You leaned back on the chair and stretched your arms out, yawning into one of them. Armin noticed and closed your book, his hand lingering on it.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" ,he exclaimed and opened a drawer, "I have some flash cards for you!"

"Oh, it's not necessa–"

"I insist." He said firmly and looked through some neatly filed papers. Once again, your eye caught a few pictures of someone's back profile and you could swear they had the same lower back tattoo as you. You, however, dismissed it once again. Boys tend to have pictures of pornstars, right?

Flipping through the flash cards, a picture fell out and Armin rushed to pick it up before you could. This time, however, it was loud and clear that the person in those photos was you taking a shower. At the time, you didn't know that all those pictures were set up on purpose. For you to see and become vulnerable in front of Armin Arlert.

"Armin, what's that?" Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper instead of the clear and stern tone you were planning on.

"Just something I'm planning on posting on the college's site tonight." He grinned.

"Wh-what? Why would you–"

"I don't know, ___. You tell me." He leaned closer to you, holding his weight on the arms of your chair. His blond hair fell over his eyes, making it the perfect shade of dark blue under the shadows.

"I have to go." You said sheepishly and started picking your books up, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

"Why do you keep on resisting me, ___?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I want you. And you want me too, right?"

     You were confused. Heartbroken. You always thought of Armin as nothing else than your classmate. So, what was this sudden urge to lock your lips with his?

     Looking up, you were met with a dark look in his eyes and a grin that seemed almost evil. You knew deep down he had dark intentions, but at the same time, you needed to know what those intentions were.

“I’ve never seen you wearing a skirt or a dress...you always act so modest, but the way you touch yourself so desperately in the shower...” his hand ghosted over your clothed thigh and stopped at your hip, “you just want to get fucked like a whore, right?”

“A-Armin...”

“Why don’t you put a little show for me? Undress yourself.” He sat on his chair and opened his legs, shamelessly showing off the tent in his uniform pants.

With a blush decorating your cheeks and a trembling bottom lip at the embarrassment suddenly hitting you, you slowly unbuttoned your white dress shirt and let it drop on the floor. Kicking the Oxford shoes your school required off, your hands made way to the side zipper on your pants. This time, your eyes locked with Armin’s as your pants dropped on the floor next to your shirt.

“Those too, doll.” He ordered, referring to your underwear. His demanding tone went straight between your legs, which you rubbed together in an attempt for some friction. You quickly unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, but before you could do anything else, Armin extended his arm and pulled you closer to him. With his arms around your waist, his forehead came in contact with your lower stomach, taking in the sight before his eyes with a deep breath.

“On your knees.”

You did as he said and watched his hands, decorated with a few gold rings and a bracelet, unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Pushing his boxers down slightly, his member spurted out and hit his lower abdominals. Chuckling at your wide eyes, he led your hand to his cock.

“Consider this a thanks for your scholarship.” He leaned back on the chair, one hand behind his head and the other gripping your hair. You nodded and brought your mouth closer, licking on the tip that dripped with precum. As one of your hands massaged his balls and your mouth started taking more of his length in, a few groans escaped Armin’s lips and the grip on your hair tightened. But he had had enough. Both of his hands found your hair and pushed your head down, earning a gag at the sudden contact of his tip with your throat. You swore you could hear the smirk in his groans as your tongue worked around his length while he pushed your head up and down rapidly.

“Just like that...good...take it all.” You would be lying if you said his words didn’t make you rub your thighs together, desperate for something, anything to fulfill your need.

Before you could lead one of your hands between your legs, warm ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. Armin thrusted in your mouth a couple more times, milking his orgasm and overstimulating himself enough that a few more drops of the hot liquid joined your saliva. Removing himself with a squelch, he grazed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Good. Swallow like the whore you are.” You did as he said, your eyesight blurry and your head dizzy from the facefucking you just went through. Without wasting another minute, Armin got up, pulling you with him and leaving a rough, needy kiss on your swollen lips. With a knee spreading your legs and rubbing right at your core, he kissed down your neck and collarbones, allowing you to let out the most quiet moans.

“Look at you. At this rate, you’re gonna get off using my leg.” You could only respond with a hum as he tackled you on his bed, not wasting any time in taking his clothes off before getting on top of you. His hands roamed your curves and yours stayed around his neck, fidgeting with the gold chain around it. A sudden moan escaped your lips when two of Armin’s fingers scissored your slit open and entered with ease. His eyes fixated on your face; the way your lips trembled and your eyes rolled back with every pump of his slender fingers, oh how he wished he could spend every second of the day looking at you like this; so sweet, so vulnerable, almost too innocent, yet so perfect for him to ruin.

“Please, Armin...’m gonna-”

“Aww, too bad.” He removed his fingers and laughed at your disappointed face, which soon turned into a surprised one when he grabbed both your legs and placed them over his shoulders. You both let out a gasp when his pink tip entered your hole. Armin was not like anyone you’ve been with. He didn’t care about letting you adjust to his girth, thinking it was much more pleasurable to see you struggling not to make a sound.

“Armin...”

“Yeah, say my name, love.” He thrusted harder into your walls, hands gripping your hips to ground you in your spot. Another thrust from Armin and another moan from you, each time the thrusts getting quicker and your soft voice louder, not even beginning to think that there were people on the other side of the thin walls.

“Why so quiet, love? Do you not...like...the way I’m fucking you?” He said between quick thrusts, not giving you the time to make out a single word. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the knot tied low in your stomach was ready to come untied.

“Answer me.” He ordered, the grip on your hips now almost painful. You opened your eyes to see him leaning down, your legs now almost next to your head on the pillow. Armin hovered over you, now fucking your hole with more ease. You noticed he let out soft, needy whines every time your walls clenched around his cock, to which you grinned slightly. Bad choice.

“Do you think it’s funny? The way you let me fuck you so easily?” A hand now met your hair, pulling your head back into the pillow a bit.

“A-Armin!”

“That’s right. Say my name, whore.” He closed his eyes, taking in the sound of his name coming from your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as the knot finally came undone, and you were sure your juices were spilling on the sheets.

“Please...too sensitive...I can’t-” Your words came out in stutters, your legs closing involuntarily only for Armin to push them open again every time.

“Say my name.” He moaned out, thrusting inside your cunt now almost inhumanly fast.

“Armin!” Your second orgasm was on the way and your legs were starting to shake from the overstimulation. Armin didn’t fail to notice it and he wouldn’t lie if he said he wasn’t close as well, but he had learned to control himself. He couldn’t let it be over so soon. Not when he finally had you where he wanted you all along.

In the heat of the moment, it took you a few seconds to notice a stinging on your cheek, but when you did, you looked up at the blond, who was smirking down at you, hand still on your red cheek.

“Who’s fucking you? Huh?”

“You! You’re fucking me, Armin!”

“Louder.” He grunted, finally giving some attention to your nipples by slapping them teasingly.

“Armin! Armin! Fuck, I’m gonna–”

“Cum on my cock...fuck, ___.” Armin couldn’t take it anymore when your walls clenched around him once again as you orgasmed for the second time that night. Between moans and gasps and whispers of his name, you felt a wave of air hit your core and you realized Armin had pulled out.

He was now rubbing his swollen cock over your stomach, the other hand desperately massaging your breast. To help him, you led his hand to your other breast and took his cock in your own, thumb grazing over his red tip to make the beads of cum coat the rest of his length. Armin tilted his head back, not shy to moan loudly at the way your hand rubbed his length so...perfectly.

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that, love.” His legs shook slightly as his warm cum drew on your stomach and breasts, shooting almost up to your neck due to the overstimulation he went through. Exhausted and out of breath, Armin fell on the pillow next to you and planted a rough kiss on your lips.

“Let me take a picture of you. Don’t move.” Shocked, you couldn’t even blurt out a word at what he suggested, but something deep inside you made you nod in agreement. Maybe that tiny crush you had on Armin for one month on your first year finally decided to come out and play.

“Look at the camera, love. Now, smile. ” He ordered, getting on top of you with an old-fashioned polaroid in hand. He took one of your breasts in his big, soft hand and snapped a picture that he’d later pin over his bed, a reminder for himself and everyone that Armin Arlert always got what he wanted.

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Lmao I hope y’all liked this otherwise it’d be embarrassing. Anyway, requests are always open, leave some for me to do while I procrastinate! <3

[adampage]

Sweethearts | Hangman Adam Page

Chapter 1: Call Me When You Want

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC (Raquel “Kelly” Montero)

Word Count: 2,459

Warnings: Mox & Nora make an appearance so if children in fics kinda throws you off, then this isn’t for you. Also there’s cursing.

Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! It’s been a minute since I actually finished something. I hope that y’all enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated! Send me an ask if you want to know more about them, I’m not gonna lie when I say it’ll help spark ideas for me to continue this further :]

She could see him from across the banquet hall screwing around with the dark order. Brandon was with them, camera pointed at the group while they tried their best to get through their BTE segment without laughing. They were playing a card game of some kind, sitting around a folding table. He was sitting chest to chair back, one arm across the curve of it, staring thoughtfully at the cards in his other hand. His tongue poked out and ran along his lips. She could hear someone - Uno probably, though she couldn’t be sure because her eyes were preoccupied - say something that made the entire group giggle, which immediately brought the most beautiful smile to his face. He was absolutely beaming. And to make matters worse, he cocked his head to the side, leaning it sleepily on his arm.

Wow, she thought, looking back down at her book. She had held it up to her face while she gazed at him. He is so fucking pretty. Too bad he’s literally never noticed me ever.

And then she felt it.

The feeling in the back of her spine, at the base of her neck. The little tug at her mind that begged her to pay attention.

Shh! It said. Somebody's watching you.

She looked up, horrified but curious.

Bright eyes met her dark ones. The color was unfathomable from the distance, but she had heard him say it once in an interview. They were green. If she had to describe them, though, they were ocean eyes. Sometimes bright blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey or almost brown, depending on the colors that surrounded him. The colors that he reflected. Just like the ocean.

Her eyes widened. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He was looking at her.

What the fuck.

He didn’t seem to notice her mental breakdown. He ran his tongue across his lips again, and she could feel something deep in the pit of her stomach. John was next to him, flexing his bulging biceps at Brandon’s camera. All the men of the dark order were entranced, ogling him. Meanwhile, this one, the handsome one with the green eyes, was staring at her.

Her heart was racing. She wondered if anyone could hear it.

She pulled her book back up to her face, breaking eye contact. “That’s enough risk-taking for one day,” she mumbled to herself.

“Raquel ‘Kelly’ Montero, you are a professional wrestler.” A voice from behind took her by surprise. She whirled around and dropped her book with an echoing thud, catching the attention of everyone in the open banquet hall. She reached for her book, embarrassed by her lack of poise, and tried not to think about how he was probably looking at her again right now. She looked up, finding the familiar face of Jon Moxley, looking particularly amusing with one of those baby carrier thingies strapped across his chest, a chubby little Nora in tow. “Now what could possibly be more tied to taking risks than that?”

Kelly’s mouth formed a thin line. Was she gonna tell him? No. She couldn’t. This wasn’t something you just tell a guy. Certainly not her best friend’s guy. She could just hear Renee in her head: I cannot believe you told Jon before you told me!!

“I—“

“It’s Hangman, isn’t it.” He said it so dryly it didn’t even feel like a question. As if the question was just a courtesy. Nora babbled at the sound of his voice.

“How did you—“

“—Renee.”

“But I haven’t even told Renee yet!”

“I don’t know what to tell you. But she knows.”

Kelly sighed in exasperation. Unbelievable. She pulled on the duffel bag beneath her chair, figuring it was probably best to put her book away for now, and zipped it back up.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?”

She shook her head so quickly she was surprised it didn’t twist off. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Fine. Look, I’m not one to talk because I usually don’t fuckin’ talk or give a shit, but I’m trying to reason this out from your level.” He motioned for her to scoot a bit so he could sit on the edge of her chair, and she obliged him, giving Nora her index finger while he continued. “He’s a locker room leader. Came with the title. You gotta say hello. It’s common practice and everyone will think you’re a piece of shit if you don’t.”

Raquel squirmed. He had a point. It’d been a few weeks and she still hadn’t had the guts to shake his hand. That probably looked bad to somebody, and she couldn’t handle that kind of judgement. She groaned, making Nora’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, sweetie.” And then to Jon: “Fine, but I’m gonna be mad about it.”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds to calm herself and steel her nerves, but she realised the longer she took the more she tried to talk herself out of it. “Fuck. Okay. Fuck it.” She launched herself off the chair.

“Atta girl.”

Before she could even think, she was halfway across the banquet hall and she could almost see the grassy green of his eyes. Hahaha, oh shit.

“Hey, Kelly,” Brandon looked out from beneath his camera and waved. “We were just finishing up a BTE segment for next week.”

“Oh, hey, Brandon!” she mentally smacked herself for sounding as if she just noticed him when she had in fact been gunning in his and the dark order’s direction. She suddenly felt exposed and awkward. “I actually came to introduce myself? I realised I haven’t even met everyone and I’ve already been with y’all a few weeks.”

Brandon smiled and nodded. “Yeah, sure, lemme help you with that. Everyone, this is Kelly Montero, she’s one of TK’s newest acquisitions.” The members of the dark order took turns saying hello and shaking her hand, while Brandon told her their names. “And this,” he said, gesturing towards Hangman, “is our AEW world champion, Hangman Page.”

It was the first moment she allowed herself to look him in the eyes again. He stood up from his chair, beautiful green eyes meeting hers as he reached for her hand. “That introduction was embarrassing, I’m so sorry,” he said, and tripped over his chair. He sighed, pulling himself together. “That, too.”

She laughed, attempting a second time to shake his hand. Kelly noted his hand was a bit rough, but not in a way that was unpleasant. “Hi, Hangman. Nice to meet you.” She shyly pulled a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Oh, don’t-it’s Adam. Just Adam.”

“Okay. Adam.”

He seemed pleased. It was only then that Kelly realised they were still holding hands, and pulled away, blushing. A small smile played on his lips. She wondered if it meant something.

“Uh, Brandon called you Kelly, is that really your name?”

At this point, everyone in the dark order had stopped paying attention to her, talking amongst themselves while Brandon sat down across from them to survey his footage.

“It’s…Raquel, actually. But everyone calls me Kelly.”

Adam’s eyebrows furrowed as he gestured toward the chair John had vacated beside him, and her heart leapt. She sat down next to him as he spoke. “Do you prefer Kelly?”

She squirmed in her seat, rubbing the palm of her hand with the opposite thumb. She couldn’t bear to look at his eyes anymore. It was like being completely and totally exposed. It was horrifying. And yet, somehow, it was the most she’d felt in her soul in years. “Actually, I hate being called Kelly. I just let them because people say Raquel is hard to say?” She shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just always been like that.” An awkward laugh erupted out of her. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this? You don’t even know me.”

Adam smiled, leaning back in his chair. He looked positively mesmerizing, splayed out on his chair like a lazy house cat. He did that little thing she’d noticed before, where his head cocked to the side and rested on his arm. “Maybe not. But…” he paused, catching her eyes, “...I’d like to, if that’s okay.”

She blinked. Twice, three times. Finally, “Uh. Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”

From his back pocket, he pulled out his phone. He started typing. “Ra….quel. Mon. Tero. Parenthesis, Not…Kelly. Close Parenthesis.” He handed it over to her. “Here.”

She took the phone shyly into her hands, forcing herself not to notice that their fingers had brushed and a fire had lit beneath her skin. Staring at the little screen, she smiled, a small moment of curiosity flashing across her face. Wetting her lips, “You spelled my name right.”

“I did?” He sighed, his mouth animatedly turning into a circle and letting out air, “that’s great because I feel like I embarrassed myself enough today.” They both laughed.

“You? Embarrassing? Nuh uh, no way. Champions don’t get embarrassed!” Raquel flirted, mentally kicking herself for allowing herself to be one of those girls. But wait. Literally why shouldn’t I be? Who cares?

While Raquel battled herself on whether it was okay to flirt, Adam answered her bashfully, scratching at the base of his neck. “Well, you’d be surprised.” He pulled himself out of his resting position, making to stand. “Guess there’s a lot about me you still need to find out.” His eyes brightened. Man, was he perfect. His golden curls framed his face in a way that could make a pageant girl jealous.

She stood up too, flattening out her skirt with her hands, cheeks flushing red. God. God! Then, “Oh! Wait.” She pulled out her phone, opened a new contact page, and handed it to him.

“Don’t trust me?” He joked. “Not like you don’t know where to find me.” His eyes gestured around them, then he smiled at her radiantly. Everything about him made her heart flutter.

“Whaaaaaat? No!” She smirked. “No, actually, I - I don’t answer strange numbers.” Her arms folded across her body.

“Oh,” he squinted at her, biting his lip. Amused. Flawless. “Reckon that makes sense.” He finished typing his contact in, handed it back.

She stared at her phone. Raised an eyebrow. “Man with No Name?”

He shrugged. “Well, y’know.”

“You really stick to that cowboy gimmick, don’t you?”

He focused on the ground, one of his caiman leather boots scuffing the floor. Tugged lightly on his belt loops. “Like gum on a boot.”

“Oh, my god.” She hid her face behind her hand.

He smiled. Looked back up at her. Moved a little closer. “What?”

The air had been sucked out of the room. Raquel tugged at her loose cardigan, suddenly very aware of the short distance between her mouth and his, a finger’s width away. She wondered if he could hear the loud thumping in her chest. Her eyes fluttered. She wouldn’t allow herself to look down at those lips he so often ran his tongue along, choosing instead to meet his eyes through her fingers.

She could scarcely speak, her voice but a whisper. “Nothing, I just —“

The moment was shattered by the wail of a baby. Turning away from Adam, Raquel’s eyes found Mox and Nora across the banquet hall. He looked to be arguing with her while she sobbed, red little cheeks painted with tears.

She turned back. “I better go help him. Renee’s busy with an interview.”

Adam’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes giving a hint of disappointment. As if maybe he enjoyed her company. Raquel didn’t want to relish that thought too much, for fear she was wrong.

By the time she reached them, Nora was full-on shrieking. If she wasn’t happy, nobody could be happy. “Mox, what did you DO to her?!”

A bag crinkled in his hands, and Raquel could see the brightly colored shape of gummy worms in the packaging. Mox pulled one out, bringing his hand back up towards his mouth, when Nora tried to reach. “I didn’t do nuthin’ but what I was told. Renee said no sugar for the baby.”

Raquel rolled her eyes, incredulous. “So you thought it was a good idea to dangle it in front of her?!” She reached for Nora as Mox sat down to help pull her out of the baby bjorn.

“Kid’s gotta learn you don’t always get whatchu want,” he mumbled as he bit the tail end (or was it the head?) of a gummy worm, “it’s an important life lesson.”

Nora settled the opposite of gently onto Raquel’s hip, still upset but immediately lowering her volume as she noticed the change of hands. Raquel beamed at Mox, who just rolled his eyes. “I guess she knows who her favorites are, don’t you, sweet pea?” she said, falling into a fit of baby talk.

“Hey, eh. None of that sh-well. None of that,” he said, waving another gummy worm in Raquel’s face, who ceased the baby talk. “Kid needs to learn to speak English.”

“Oh, boo to that,” Raquel said, shaking her pinkie in Nora’s little fist as they bobbed gently. The baby’s weight felt comfortable on her hip, like it was always meant to be there. “Also, you realise you already said the f-word and the s-word in front of her today, already, right?”

“Well, fuck it, then. So how’d it go?” Mox nodded, biting off the head (or tail?) of another worm, looking very bluntly in Adam’s direction with no sense of discretion whatsoever.

“Um. Okay?”

Mox scoffed. “Okay? Dude was smilin’ the entire time and phones were in hands. You’re tellin’ me that went just okay?”

Raquel sighed, rolling her eyes, but eventually giving way to a happy grin. Her voice went up a couple pitches but she tried to maintain control of her excitement by whispering. “I have his phone number! He has mine!”

“Oh my god, it’s a miracle,” he replied sarcastically.

Raquel frowned. Then, realised she’d forgotten something. “Thank you.”

“On account of?” He grinned at his baby, who began to squirm in Raquel’s grasp. Nora wanted her daddy back.

“Encouraging me.” Raquel sat down next to Mox, handing the baby over. “Here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “you’re welcome. But ol’ Mox can’t always be here to take care of you, ya know.”

Raquel smiled, nodding. “I know, I know.”

Mox held Nora up for a second, looked into her eyes and listened to her quiet babble. “Sometimes It’s gonna be Eddie.”

Which made Raquel burst into a fit of laughter.

Across the room, the cowboy’s ear perked up at the sound. He couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to hear that sound, again and again, and again, for the rest of his life.

[buckyownsmylife]

Staying on my mind - Jake Gyllenhaal smut

The one where Jake fucks you while Tom listens.

Warnings: smut, cuckolding, mean!Jake, crying during sex, orgasm denial

A/N: so this was the request follow-up to these fics! I must say, I got really 🔥 writing it, so I hope y’all will feel the same when reading!

Jake’s P.O.V.

I was surprised when I got the invite to hang out at Tom’s house during the Superbowl. I hadn’t heard from him since the night he had sent his girlfriend over, and although whenever we met at parties they were always polite and warm, I knew there was some underlying awkwardness there.

I’d find it weird if there wasn’t. This is why the idea of reuniting at his place was so great: it’d give us the opportunity to smooth things over, go back to pretending nothing had ever happened.

Or make this into an official thing, one could hope.

I couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t what I wanted. Just thinking about that night had me hardening inside my jeans, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and end up disappointed. So when I finally got there and found out no one other than me had been invited, I still didn’t allow my thoughts to run wild, instead opting to accept Tom’s hug and depositing a quick kiss on Y/N’s cheek as a greeting.

“It’ll be just the three of us today, huh? The dream threesome,” I winked in their direction, witnessing as she flushed and Tom avoided my eyes. Just because I wasn’t going to create any hopes didn’t mean I couldn’t have my fun with them.

But the nervous energy that had been absent with other people around was now threatening to take over our encounter. I watched as Tom still seemed unable to look me in the eye and Y/N couldn’t sit still, and so I decided to put an end to it.

“Y/N.” Her head immediately whipped up to look at me, and I couldn’t help but to feel smug about it. She felt it too, this instinctive calling, this bond between us that seemed to have been delicately built during that night we shared together. “Come sit on my lap.”

Now it was Tom’s head that whipped to the side to meet my eye for the first time that night, and all he found was a challenging look on my face, as I waited with an eyebrow raised for what he was going to do. Y/N didn’t move, every muscle of her body apparently tense as she looked from her boyfriend to me and back to him again.

No one dared to break the spell. I knew how I wanted this to play out, but the ball wasn’t in my hands, and I was hoping she would realize it soon.

Much to my delight, she did.

Y/N was the one to make the decision for us, standing up and closing the space between our bodies before coming to stand in front of me. I didn’t leave room for another second of hesitation, immediately reaching out to sit her on my lap.

It helped that I was desperate to feel her body again.

“What are you looking at?” I barked, taking too much delight in the way Tom’s mouth suddenly closed, his wide eyes staring at us. “Go get us a beer.” He still seemed reluctant, but I could recognize the glint of desire in his eyes. It’s what made me insist, “Go,” which ultimately had him sprinting out of the room, in the direction of the kitchen.

Much better. That would give me the time I needed to talk to the beauty in my arms, who was staring intently at my lips, her arms around my neck. Well, now that was just a given.

“You okay with this?” I had to know. Couldn’t have her blaming it on the heat of the moment, I wanted her to acknowledge that this was her decision.

“Yeah,” she nodded, licking her lips before finally meeting my eyes. “Yeah, I think Tom will really enjoy this. Even if he doesn’t have the nerve to explicitly say it.” I chuckled, playing with her hair while analyzing her expression. It didn’t surprise me that she opted to focus on Tom’s desire rather than on hers, but by the end of the night, I’d make sure the next time we saw each other, she would be the one begging for me.

I started by capturing her lips with mine, desperate to taste her again, growing hard just by imagining Tom’s expression when he returned with the beers to find our mouths moving together. At the same time, I had to simply relish in the feeling of having her this close again.

I was right. It was impossible to be around her and not think about bending her over the coffee table and just jam my cock in her tight little pussy. But for now I was almost satisfied in making her breathless with these long kisses, where I could invade her mouth with my tongue before taking control of hers.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Missed me, beautiful?” He asked with an unmistakable arrogant smirk when I had to pull away to catch my breath. Out of words, all I could do was blink dumbly at his dominant aura, feeling my underwear begin to soak already, with the little we’d done.

Thankfully, he was so sure of himself he didn’t need an answer. Instead, his huge hand engulfed my nape, bringing my lips down to his again, adjusting me so I was perfectly seated on his lap, knees on each side of his frame, covered cunt rubbing against his. 

I tried not to focus on how it made me feel, the fact that he could so easily adjust me to his liking, but the way my pussy clenched as I kept slowly grinding against his boner was enough to distract me from that goal.

His kiss was passionate, and there was so much hunger in it that it almost scared me. But I couldn’t be too worried about it, not when his hands were roaming around my body, like he was trying to get reacquainted to it.

One of them settled on my ass, covering an entire cheek when he squeezed it tightly, making me whimper as it pressed my clit against the zipper of his jeans. And that’s when I heard it - the sound of glass breaking, liquid splashing, and I wanted to turn around to check on Tom but Jake’s other hand held me by the back of the head and attacked my lips once more.

Suddenly, I didn’t care. A lazy, warm haze of lust settled over me, slowly taking over my body, relaxing my muscles to mold them against Jake’s. Tom could stop this if he was uncomfortable, I reasoned with myself. He could voice his concerns, even pull me away. If he didn’t, he must be okay with this.

Jake’s lips grew more impatient, more demanding as they left mine bruised in search of clear skin he could leave his mark on. When he descended upon my jaw, trailing the side of my neck, I was finally able to see Tom, just out of the corner of my eye.

He looked tense, or maybe it was surprised. Whatever it was that he was feeling, it had left him paralyzed in the middle of our living room, eyes wide as he took in the image of his girlfriend being licked and sucked and kissed by his best friend.

I wondered if he had ever imagined this before. Ever fantasized about watching Jake fuck me right in front of him, like I told him about it the night I went over to his friend’s place. I had no doubt that the idea excited him, but I was reticent about how he would actually react now that it was happening right in front of his eyes.

It was one thing to fantasize. I’d even done it before, about the man who was now undoing the buttons of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cold air of the evening. Actually experiencing it was another thing altogether - and that I’d come to realize the first time I allowed Jake to touch me.

A warm mouth engulfed my nipple, making me gasp in surprise at the same time I felt his member twitch underneath me. My attention returned to the man who was dedicating all of his to me and my body, laving my breasts with his warm tongue and making me more aroused by the second.

“Alright, enough of this.” I yelped, legs instinctively wrappingaround Jake’s torso when he got up from the couch like I weighted nothing, hands under my ass to help support me.

I looked over my shoulder to see Tom was also surprised, his handcurled around his cock but unmoving as he followed us with his gaze until he moved towards us, almost tripping on his own pants trying to reach us.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jake’s question startled me, mostly because I wasn’t expecting him to say anything. I could see a mocking smile on his handsome face as he stared at my boyfriend, making me pant as I realized what was going on.

“I-I’m going to the bedroom with you guys.” I don’t think Jake tried very hard to hold back his laughter, not by the way my entire body shook with his roar. But then he stopped abruptly, almost as if he suddenly realized Tom wasn’t kidding. Then, where once was amusement, now stood intimidation. Jake looked down at Tom with what seemed like twice his usual height, a derisive smile on his face.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, mate.” I gasped in surprise as he slapped my ass, throwing a wink at my boyfriend before resuming his march, starting to climb up the stairs.

“You stay there, be a good little boy. Maybe touch yourself a little, let the grown-ups have some fun.” I was dumbfounded, incapable of saying anything as Jake’s gaze at last landed on me again, easily locating the door of the bedroom I shared with the man downstairs.

The fact that he left it open didn’t escape my attention.

My dress was gone in the blink of an eye, and so were his clothes. “God, get up here,” he ordered, laying down on the bed by my side before easily manhandling me so that my knees were on either side of his head. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

I choked on a moan as his tongue plunged inside of me, clearly desperate to taste my overwhelming wetness. Before me, I could see his thick cock twitch against his stomach, and my mouth instantly watered.

“Oh God,” he bellowed underneath me, the reverberations of his deep voice rushing through me. “What a fucking pussy.” My legs trembled, making me fall down on my hands and knees over him, but I didn’t mind. It got me closer to where I wanted to be.

“Fuck!” His voice boomed when my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, my hips instinctively grinding back against him face. “You’re so wet already, beautiful.”

It was undeniable. My juices were running down my thighs, dripping over his face and the bed that I shared with my boyfriend. “Does he really pays you so little attention?” Jake pressed on, tone mocking - and I knew Tom could hear him from downstairs.

Still, I couldn’t hold back. Even when I stopped moving my hips, my mouth kept working him, obsessed with the weight of his cock on my tongue, his taste, his precum. And he didn’t let me stay frozen for long, strong hands taking a hold of my ass to gently rock me back against his face once more.

He hummed against my hole, taking advantage of my distraction with his cock to keep taunting, “Just a few kisses…” and he licked my clit, laughing at my moan. “And you’re already gushing for me, huh?”

I knew he didn’t need an answer. This was much more for Tom’s benefit than anything else, but it did help that it made me wetter than I’d ever been before, thinking of my boyfriend sitting downstairs with his hand down his pants, jacking off to the sounds of me with another man.

“That’s why he needs this,” Jake continued between suctions on my clit. “You need this. He needs to see how you behave when you’re with someone who can actually satisfy you, huh?”

God, the degradation was exhilarating, even if I didn’t understand why. “Huh, sweetheart?” He asked, letting go of his long, wet kisses against my pussy to push two fingers inside of me. “Don’t I satisfy you?”

There was only so much a woman could take.

“Yes, yes,” I screamed, finally coming up for air and releasing his cock as I fucked myself back furiously against his digits. “Please, fuck me, please.”

If I had half a brain cell that wasn’t overtaken by my arousal, I’d call myself pathetic, and Jake’s laugh certainly showed that he’d agree with me. But I was too worried with climbing that high of desire to care - that was, until his fingers left me, his hand coming down against the flesh of my ass, leaving it stinging.

“Don’t fucking cum without my cock inside of you.”

I was laid back against the bed in a second, his cock suddenly filling me as he shoved it in my drenched hole all at once, knowing I could take it - and I could, but even with my overwhelming wetness, it hurt. It was a good kind of hurt though, a fantastic kind of stretch that had me screaming, clawing at Jake’s back as he immediately began to pound me against the mattress.

“Yeah, you like this cock, angel, don’t you?” I could only babble something that resembled a yes, making Jake smile as sweat started to form on his forehead.

“He has no idea how much of a whore you really are, huh?” Every reminder of my boyfriend sent a new wave of arousal down my lower belly, tightening the knot on my navel, threatening to make me tip over the edge of bliss.

“Thinks you’re just an innocent little thing…” he continued, head tilted and biceps bulging as he held himself up above me, taking in my every reaction. “But here you are, getting rawed by another man while he’s getting off downstairs to the sound of us fucking.”

All at once, his thrusts began to slow, deflating that warm fire of desire once more and I whined, tears threatening to spill when his hand covered my throat, squeezing it lightly, shushing me. “Listen,” he ordered, and I did, because I’d do anything for this man if he would just make me cum.”

“Can you hear it?” Curiosity got the best of me, and so I focused, eventually managing to grasp the sound of skin meeting skin, denouncing how furiously Tom was jacking himself off while Jake fucked me like an animal. 

But at that moment, I couldn’t think about Tom anymore. I couldn’t think about anything other than Jake and his cock, roughly fucking me in the same bed where I slept with Tom every night.

Jake’s mouth began its exploration around my neck, retracing the same path he had made that night as he sucked bruise after bruise on my skin, leaving a trail for Tom to uncover later. I could still remember how long it took for them to fade, and how I’d sit in front of the mirror and press them in the hopes of making them last longer, reigniting the flames of desire I’d felt that night.

I never expected to be able to relive it.

“Can you hear us too, Tom?” Jake suddenly yelled, laughing at my body as it jolted underneath his. “Can you hear me as I destroy your fucking girlfriend in a way you never could?”

Tom’s low moan still managed to reach my ear, and I mirrored it instinctively, bewitched by the fact that he was aroused from me being aroused.

I could feel myself clench, my orgasm starting to ignite again, but just as I thought that Jake would finally let me cum, his voice resonated through the room, interrupting my plans, “Hold it.”

I started crying. I just couldn’t take it anymore. But he thought that I did, and so he threatened, “or do you want me to stop?”

I would have thought it was just empty words if he hadn’t actually halted his movements, prompting me into begging between tears, holding the hand that still covered my throat, “No, please! Don’t stop, please.”

Jake’s P.O.V.

I chuckled as I imagined what Tom must be feeling as he heard his girlfriend begging for me. With a groan, I managed to pull out of her and easily take her body with me as I sat by the edge of the bed, in front of a body-length mirror that I supposed she used to get ready in the morning.

“Look at you,” I ordered, already holding her jaw so she’d have no choice but to obey. “He can only imagine ever getting you like this, huh? Dripping wet, crying for cock… God, you’re delicious.”

I rutted up against her, desperate to feel her wet heat all around my aching dick, but I took sick delight in torturing her a bit more. “Isn’t it worth it?” I inquired, making sure she was looking me in the eyes through the mirror, dragging my cock over her pussy lips just to taunt her. “To abandon your boyfriend downstairs so you can have my dick inside of you?”

She remained silent, tears silently running down her cheeks as she refused to answer, but even though the answer was already obvious, I needed to hear her say it.

“Say it,” I enunciated, mocking her state of ruin. “Say you want my dick inside of you.” Her bottom lips trembled, it looked like she was about to start sobbing, but she still conceded it to me.

“I want it, please, please Jake.” Hearing my name in her fucked-out voice broke all of my control, and I buried myself inside of her all at once, knowing from this position I’d feel even bigger inside of her.

“You wanna cum so bad?” I asked, watching her immediately nod. “Then make yourself cum, c’mon. Work for it.” I slapped the outside of her thigh, a hand still over her throat as I watched her begin to fuck herself on my dick through the mirror in front of us. It was unbelievable.

When our eyes met again, I felt a rush of something I couldn’t identify inside of me, looking into her gaze filled with so many emotions, I turned my own turmoil into something I could actually use.

“Do you think he’ll still want you when I’m done with you?” I asked, nibbling on her ear as I watched and heard her gasp at my words, filling my other hand with her bouncing breasts.

“When you’re all stretched out and covered in my cum, do you think he’ll still want to be with you?” She began sobbing then, but I could only take delight in her show of emotions, knowing I’d hit the nerve I needed to get her to come apart for me.

“Kiss me, kiss me,” I urged, turning her face to the side when her cunt clenched around me, starting to milk my cock. I bet I could still hold it a bit longer, even though her warm lips on mine were almost sending me into overdrive.

“God, I missed this fucking mouth,” I admitted once we parted for air, letting go of her throat to push my fingers inside of it, and when her tongue welcomed my digits, swirling around them, I came with a roar.

The world seemed to be underwater after I came with such intensity. Still, I managed to softly deposit her on bed, smiling at her fucked out face, not resisting leaning down and passionately kissing her lips once more, giving her all I got.

Her eyes remained close when I pulled away, and I knew she was almost asleep when I ran my thumbs over her cheekbones, admiring her angelic features.

“You know…” I whispered, uncertain if she could even still hear me. “…if he doesn’t want you anymore, you can always come home with me.”