#honestly the fucking nerve of fans to think that an idol is doing something in their personal life Just to show fans ... like bestie

[jisungshotfirst]

grrrrr twt stans annoy me

[yourmomhashugetits]

quick rant/confession

TW MILD CURSING

Honestly, I hate Dove Cameron!

Her fanbase is full of toxic children that don't know when to stop and act like she's their goddess or something. SHE KNOWS she has that power and doesn't seem to try to stop them!

She actively harasses her exes and their new girlfriends, sent Thomas's new gf Emily death threats and actively ENCOURAGED her fans to do the same! Same with what happened with Samantha feteke! Dove found out Ryan had a new gf and just couldn't leave her alone. Considering the fact that the 2 girls had nothing to do with the situation and it had been a year since they broke up her behavior was completely inappropriate!

Also not every tweet Ryan or Thomas makes is about her! They have lives outside of Dove

TIMES HER AND HER FANS WERE HORRIBLE (personal story)

Doves fans are famous for being very toxic and rude but how far do you think they went!

I once met Dove at met and greet for descendants and she was super rude and had a really sour attitude. Babe you're the main lead of this movie if you don't wanna be here leave!!!

She also said this:

Luv???? You're literally an idol rn! I think everyone would love to be noticed by their idol she gave a very insincere sounding apology Look it up!

THE QUESTIONABLE BEHAVIOR OF THE STANS

Idc how much you hate someone DRUG ADDICTIONS ARE NOTHING TO JOKE ABOUT!! Also she saw this tweet and proceeded to encourage the page owner to make more content after saying she was over the drama! Luckily for us the owner was too broke to pay for the blue checkmark and the account remains inactive.

MENTAL HEALTH (these screenshots are verified)

For Dove to be someone who supports and deals with mental health and tells people to speak our if they need help these don't look very helpful. These are especially upsetting considering she had multiple videos and post about her body image issues! She's a huge Hypocrite and acts like she's super "relatable" but discounts others struggles when they don't apply to her.

CULTURAL APPROPRIATION

She did this

and had the NERVE TO SAY THIS

How do you wear a native headress and say this? This is CULTURAL APPROPRIATION at it's finest! Then she got an attitude when people in her comments called her out!!

And her fans keep giving her free passes and showing sympathy like what??? Fight me

I also feel like Disney shows her too much respect she was talking a big game with this Fuck Disney shit and now she comes crawling back to play lottie in the live action princess and the frog🙄🙄

[wanghedi]

HI i saw your post about gwt and pyx and i would love to hear more about their divorce bc as a fellow 南北 enjoyer who is SO SAD about the divorce but cannot fathom why it happened i want to know if it's just bc im uneducated or if nobody knows. thanks!!!!!

Omg a 南北 enjoyer on tumblr its just u and me anon 🫂 but honestly i also heard about it from the peripheries and from ppl making sad edits. And it makes me sooo bummed to even think about so i never looked into the nitty gritty of it either but from what i gather it started (per usual in c-ent) with their fans. akgae vs akgae vs shippers the classic matchup. (Which is crazy bc theyre not idols or actors they started from literal finance bros who got invited on a puzzle solving show and then they individually and together (thru gay bait) got all these fans and its like a Rule or something that once ur weibo follower count hits a certain number u WILL get crazy akgaes and there WILL be shippers who genuinely think ur fucking ur straight married coworker) i think it was something to do with pyx's fanclub's bday message like something sooo insignificant that somehow got on the nerve of the shippers and the shippers attacked pyx and pyx akgaes attacked them And gwt so gwt akgaes also attacked them and it just got to a point where it was not ignorable for either of them bc their fans fought their way up to weibo hot search #1 for DAYS and then ig to avoid that happening again they just. stopped interacting on camera. And i dont want to speculate if their off camera friendship was affected but at least on camera over the course of one hiatus they just stopped acknowledging each other. But yeah anon if u know anything else let me know. Or whatever else u wanna say on the matter i am always down to talk about 名学蜜逃 🫶

[vixenpen]

Just Relax For Me, OK? (Scumbag! Hawks x (f) Reader)

(Hoevember Day 10 Free Day)

(Trigger warnings: coercion, power dynamics, manipulation)

(Art by: @kadeart)

He requested me specifically. Not ‘his people’ or his management; Hawks requested me out of all the candidates.

The very thought had you shook. You had only answered the ad seeking ‘new talent’ on a total whim not expecting to get it. Yes, You were cute in your opinion, but you didn’t think you were exceptional or exceptionally lucky enough to get the call back. Yet the email lingered at the back of your mind.

Y/n-San, I hope this email finds you well (although I guess the email doesn’t have a choice, now does it? 😂)

I was impressed with your headshots, and I think you would be perfect for the shoot. If interested respond as soon as possible.

Best,

Hawks

The man had sent you a personal email. He had invited you to be his leading lady himself. You nearly fainted when you got the email. Needless to say after an hour of research to ensure it wasn’t a joke or a scam you promptly emailed back to accept.

That was what led you here: Room 1 on the tenth floor. You were about to have a Photoshoot with the number two hero.

It felt surreal when you finally knocked on the door, but you sobered you quickly when a deep, playful voice sang back: “Come innn.”

A pair of lazy golden eyes sparkled at you as you entered. His deep red wings flexed as he gave a slow, smile.

“Hey there, kid.” He stood.

Your eyes widened. You had never seen him in civilian clothes. He had a little bit more muscle on him than you realized. He was by no means a big man, but he was fit and toned. Lithe muscles flexed beneath his Brooks Brother’s button down shirt, and his large hands were stuffed into his khaki trousers.

You were so taken aback by his casual appearance that you didn’t even notice the way his amber gaze caressed your curves, slowly and appreciatively.

“Enjoying the scenery?” He asked, laughter lacing his tone. “I know I sure am.”

The comment snapped you out of your trance.

“Oh! Gosh I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen you outside of your hero costume much, it’s...different. I mean you look amazing! You always do but—“

Shut up, y/n, just shut the fuck up.

So you snapped your mouth shut while the blonde man threw his head back and laughed. He gave you the sexiest smise (smile eyes) you’d ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. Then He stepped closer, closing the space between you two.

“Well, I’m glad my leading lady approves.” He hummed.

Get your thoughts together, girl.

“Of course. But I was wondering, where is everyone else?”

“Well considering I set up this little meeting two days ahead of time I’m going to assume they’re all at their respective houses.”

“Two days?! Wait so the shoot—“

“Is two days from now. Ain’t I little shit?” He laughed. It was a bright, full sound that made the corner of his eyes crinkle, and despite your own confusion, you couldn’t help, but chuckle too.

“I would say; a lovable scamp,” you joked. “But, why would you ask me to come if it was just going to be the two of us.?“

The blonde fought against a smirk. It was cute how naive you were. It was a good thing Hawks had scooped your fine ass up out of the pile of headshots. Clearly, you were going to need his guidance.

“To help ease your mind a little, y/n. You’re new to all this, right?” He gestured around the studio.

“Uhh, yeah, I am.”

“I can’t imagine shooting an ad with a pro hero as your first job is easy on your nerves.” He gave you a little pouty little smile. Jesus this man was pretty.

You giggled nervously. “The number two pro in Japan at that, sir.”

“Eh,” he gave a dismissive little wave. “Whose counting?” Then he reached out to give your arms a gentle squeeze, his eyes pierced yours, fixing you in place, and you gasped a bit. It wasn’t a predatory look, but it was intense and demanding of your full attention.

“The important thing, kid, is that you’re comfortable with me. Understand?”

Flabbergasted, you nodded. It seemed to appease the avian hero because his serious expression melted into a friendly smile.

“Good, besides, I don’t bite...unless you ask me to, that is.” He added in a low voice.

Despite the friendliness in his face, something about the comment made your sex heat up for just a moment. But you didn’t have time to dawdle on that, before Hawks led you to one of the red couches in the room.

“Come on, let’s chat. I just wanna see where your head is at, Little Birdie, make sure you can really handle yourself in front of a camera.”

Your heart hammered at the nick name. “That’s sweet of you, I appreciate it.”

Hawks smiled. “So did you always wanna be a model?”

“No. I wanted to be a university student, but school is expensive and...well...money is hard to keep with the way things cost now a days.” You explained with a shrug. “But Jesus, I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’m getting to meet my idol,” you gushed, “I’ve seriously been a fan of you forever, and—oh, I’m gushing, aren’t I?” You frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

The blonde just chuckled, propping an arm up on the couch around you.

“It’s alright, y/n, I picked you out of all the other girls that entered.” He cocked a brow in a cheeky little smirk. “You could say I’m a fan of you too.” He placed his free hand on your knee and gave it a squeeze. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.” His fingers trailed up your thigh a bit before stopping.

Your wings gave an involuntary twitch at his praise.

“And those,” he nodded towards the appendages, “are going to photograph beautifully.”

“I don’t know about all that,” you shrugged, laughing a little, “but I’m gonna try my best.”

“Uh Uh,” he gave your knee a little shove, “you’re going to be the best. Here, stand up,”

Puzzled, you looked at his outstretched hand before grabbing it. He pulled you to your feet. You heart revved as he pulled you flush against his chest, and kept an arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m gonna show you what I see when I look at you, y/n, and what the camera is gonna see as well. Are you wearing anything underneath this?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” Your cheeks burned. “Why?!”

He gave you an amused look as if you’d asked something ridiculous.

“Because, this is going to be a lingerie shoot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you’re naked under this.”

“Oh...I—yes I am.”

Of course you knew this shoot called for lingerie. The shoot had specified ‘intimate.’ Why were you so shocked?

Quit being such a head case in front of him!

“Take off your clothes, Little Birdie.” He directed.

You paused.

Hawks must have sensed your hesitation because he let out another breezy laugh and added: “if it makes you feel any better, I’ll do the same, look.”

Once again that arresting look of his held you hostage. He kept his hooded eyes on you as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly slipping it off. He was definitely more muscular than you had originally realized.

Your eyes slid down to where his hands had begun unfastening his belt. It clanked as it collapsed to the ground. He didn’t take off his pants fully, but they now sat low on his trim hips exposing a dark blonde happy trail, and a v-cut that disappeared into a pair of red boxer briefs.

The avian licked his lips. There was a cocky gleam in his eye as he watched you drink in his body shamelessly.

“Your turn, Little Birdie.” He coaxed.

Well, if Hawks could do it, you could too, right?

So you eased out of your tank top and slipped off your jeans, exposing your barely covered flesh in the strappy black and red silk lingerie.

Hawks let out a satisfied; “Mmm,” as his eyes swept over you. “Perfect. Come on, let me show you something.”

He led you to the white backdrop surrounded by studio lights and camera; guiding you to stand on a black X directly in front of a camera.

He sidled you behind you, keeping his strong arms around your waist, then he gently folded your body forward.

Oh...this is...what is this?

As you struggled to formulate coherent thoughts, you felt the man’s soft lips against your ear. There was amusement in his voice as he mumbled: “I feel that heart of yours going a mile a minute, baby bird,” he chuckled. “Relax mama. I got you, ok?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his low, soothing voice rolled down your spine. You slowed your breathing.

“I know it’s nerve wracking, baby bird,” he hummed in your ear. “Imma take care of you, though, ok?”

His hands were warm and rough and sliding along your supple skin. He pulled your hips towards his, grinding you into his crotch. Your wings twitched involuntarily. Hawks sighed

“Shit,” you whispered, as your ass pressed into his groin.

He felt so good. So strong and self assured.

“That’s it, Angel.” He practically purred. “Just relax, babe. I wanted you for this,” his fingers trailed up your stomach. From the corner of your eye, you see his red wings wrap around you.

His lips were pressing into your neck now.

“You’re so beautiful. If you‘re not feeling your sexy self by the time we shoot tomorrow I’m gonna make you feel it.”

His fingers were caressing the undersides of your breasts now, teasing at their softness.

“Hawks,” you gulped, “are you sure...it’s ok to be doing this? I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“Aww,” he tilted your face towards his own with a soft touch. “Of course it’s ok, beautiful. We’re just practicing, yeah?”

“But...it doesn’t feel like...like...”

“Like what, baby bird?” His wings fanned the air lazily as they cacooned you both. “Like practice? Oh but it is.”

He clutched your hand and slid it up between your breasts, his much larger one engulfed it. “Feel how your heart beat has slowed? Hm? The way your breath has evened out. You’re so much more relaxed now, aren’t you?”

“Yesss,” you sighed, but honestly it was because you were so turned on.

His clothed knee pried it’s way between your legs slightly, giving your burning sex something to grind on.

“See? I knew you could do it.” He smiled. “If you’re going to be a model, you have to know how to be cool under any circumstance, you know? For example. If the director wants us to get a little more Intimate, like this,” his long fingers dipped below your skimpy panties and brushed just above your clit. “You’ll have to keep calm and let me, won’t you?”

“I—I guess so, but,” you bit your lip and moaned as Hawks suddenly pressed his knee harder against your cunt.

“And when they tell you to touch me, like this,” his other hand reached around to wrap your fingers around the erection poking through his pants. You could feel a damp spot from the Pre that had leaked through.

“Would...would they really expect all this?” You asked. This felt so...wrong? But fuck did it feel good.

“Of course, Baby, it’s all apart of the job. That’s why what we’re doing is so important.”

Without warning, his fingers dipped between the soaked lips of your sex, breaking the quiet intimacy as you moaned with sudden pleasure.

“Fuck,” Hawks groaned. His fingers swam in your tight, wet cunt, flexing for that perfect spot. “Feels good doesn’t it, baby bird?“

Your pussy smacked from the three long digits plunging into it and every time Hawks worked his fingers your round ass grinded against his flexing dick.

“This, Hawksss-ah fuck!—this-we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Oh, Angel,” he cooed, “it’s alright. You want this job, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” you groaned. “Yes I do.”

“It’s an amazing opportunity isn’t it?”

“It is.” You squeezed his manhood as his thumb began to press your clit. The pleasure spiking through out your body made your wings twitch against his hard, bare chest.

He moaned. “Working with me could lead to many more opportunities, Little Birdie, so long as you learn how to go with the flow. Understand?”

Swallowing hard you nodded.

“Good girl. I’m gonna take care of you, baby bird. Tomorrow and every shoot afterward.”

There was something smug in his heady voice, he spun you to face him, and two vermillion feathers detached from his wings. Your eyes followed them as they hooked into the hem of your panties and slid them down.

“Wait—Hawks. Do you expect me to—“

“I expect you to be professional, Baby bird.” He cut in, hands squeezing and massaging your thick ass. Without warning he scooped your body up and had your thighs around his waist. “You’re going to be a good little leading lady, aren’t you?” He smirked.

You fingers dug into the skin surrounding his wing joints as you held on. Your eyes were wide with surprise and hazy with desire. Fuck! you wanted this man, but this was a lot—even for you.

“I do want to do a good job.” You agreed.

“Oh you will, baby.” He lowered you against his straining dick.

“Fuck...” your head snapped back.

One hand remained on your ass cheek while another slid up below your wings, the pad of his thumb circled the skin there making you coo in satisfaction.

“God damn, Birdie. I promise, this is going to open doors for you.”

He was lowering you again, this time you felt the tip of him press between your folds.

“Wouldn’t you like that? To work for me? To be my go-to girl. My little muse?”

His wings stretched wide, catching the bright studio lights in your periphery. Your gaze, however, remained on those smoldering golden irises with their slitted black pupils.

“I would like that, Hawks.” You whispered back, your fingers stroked his feathery blonde hair.

“Ohhh,” he groaned out as he slipped your juicy pussy down on his length. “I bet you would like that, Birdie.” His wings flapped as you cried out in ecstasy.

The lights became blurred as your eyes screwed shut, and then you were in the air. Hawks held your ass firm in both hands. Every flap of his wings made you bounce along his thick member and sent delicious ecstasy shooting through your body.

Behind you, your own wings were flapping as well, as if trying to match his pace. He was gazing at you with a mix of lust and admiration.

“God, you’re fucking sexy. You’re gonna be my little muse—my little love bird, aren’t you? I’ll mold you into the perfect model. Fuckkk!”

He sighed at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. He knew you would feel amazing. The minute he saw those headshots, he knew he had to have you in more ways than one. His sharp canines found your neck and bit into the flesh.

“H-Hawks!”

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll cover it tomorrow. I’m going to take care of everything for my little muse. Fuck! Ahh god, you feel fuuucking good.”

His balls smacked against you. The friction of his pelvis brushed against your swollen clit making your cunt convulse in pleasure. Ecstasy kept crashing over you in shock waves.

“Ohh fuck, Hawks, god-ahhh-shii!”

Your pussy creamed around the hard dick pummeling into it.

“Yeah, my little model. Pretty, little birdie.” He praised.

His wings seemed to work faster and harder making you bounce even harder. Hawks caught one of your hard nipples in between his teeth, tongue slipping around the bumpy areolas and flicking the bud.

“Oh my godddd, oh my fuck—“

Your pussy flexed around his dick as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shhh fuccckkk yes, y/n!” The blonde cried out, feeling your nails dig into the skin of his back.

You were no longer forming words as Hawks continued to bounce you on his twitching cock, sinking a finger into your asshole and adding more pressure. Another orgasm exploded over you. He kept bouncing you, his blonde bangs plastered to his sweat slicked forehead.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he mumbled against your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You heard a couple studio lights topple over as his wings worked even harder towards his release, and when he came he came hard and hot and heavy.

His whole body tensed with the action and his head flung back. Christ. He was beautiful.

Slowly, he lowered the pair of you back on to the ground, still holding on to you.

Your mind was still swimming as Hawks pressed kisses up your throat until he reached your lips. Then he smirked.

“My little muse,” he mumbled between kisses, “I’m gonna mold you into the perfect little model. Promise.”

[jungkook-fanfic-blog]

“It’s Not A Kink, I Swear”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Summary: You always wanted to try something with your boyfriend, but never had the courage to say it. You’re always reminded of it whenever you look at his tattoos.

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff, established relationship, idol verse

Warnings: PWP, dom/sub themes, dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, dirty talk, praise, forearm riding, unprotected sex (wrap your dickies, don’t get kiddies), creampie, ass grabbing, nipple play, short handjob, somewhat cockwarming, name calling (Jungkook calls reader slut like once), cussing

Word count: 2.7K

☆☆☆☆☆ 

Walking inside the apartment you shared with your boyfriend you instantly felt relief, mostly because the AC was on while the world outside was on fire, but also because you couldn't wait to spend some time with your boyfriend, despite him coming home at a crazy time. Putting away the take out you picked up on your way from work you call out into the seemingly empty apartment, there was noise coming from the living room, like your TV was on even though you distinctly remember turning it off before going to work. 

"Kook? Baby you here?"

You heard a grunt in response coming from the living room, walking into it, you saw your boyfriend lying on the sofa, remote in hand and flipping through channels. It was a rare sight to see him at home before you, knowing just how demanding his job is and how packed his schedule is. It definitely was a rare sight, but one that put a goofy smile onto your face.

"Hello babygirl, how was work?" He asked, pouting his lips to get a kiss from you to which you gladly complied. Kissing his pouting soft lips you let out a small giggle which brought a smile to his face. Jungkook sat up, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto his lap, hugging your waist. You let out a quiet 'fine' as you wrap your arms around his neck. Just noticing that he was wearing a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display.

You told him multiple times he should reveal all his tattoos to their fans, knowing damn well there are fans who would kill to see them all and see your boyfriend in a tank top, proudly showing them off. Jungkook was still a little hesitant about the whole thing, but he was getting more comfortable showing them. You secretly loved that you're one of the few people that actually got to see him, see his tattoos, like this. 

It made you feel special.

Although just the thought of his tattoos was enough to get you excited, thinking of his inked fingers inside you, fucking you until you can't think was extremely inviting and pleasing to you. You never really liked tattoos, always seeing them on men that would talk big shit, saying how they are basically gods against men. So really maybe you didn't have a problem with tattoos, but with whom you associated them with.

And then the pictures dropped. Pics of Jungkook and his new sleeve tattoos, his knuckles graced with the word ARMY on them, and honestly you thought it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. You did message your boyfriend asking him about them, well more like sending him the pictures with a message attached that said "Motherfucker what the fuck?!!!" You were experiencing a lot of emotion at the time, one particular emotion, one spark, that you never believed would come from a guy with ink, but one that always came from Jungkook.

Fuck maybe you shouldn't have thought of it so much, you could already feel yourself starting to get wet, getting more comfortable on his lap you grind lightly on his crotch, catching his attention.

"What are you up to princess?" Jungkook smirks at you, watching how your eyes dilate slowly and your expression becomes more lust filled.

You felt his strong hands move downwards on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You always did joke with your boyfriend that he had an ass kink, no matter how much he denied it. Always showed him photographic evidence of it, pictures of him and his hands on his members' asses or videos of him slapping them, there was even the time Jungkook said touching their butts was a way to relieve nerves before a concert.

He truly was an ass man.

"You like it babygirl?" He asked while he massaged your cheeks and squeezing here and there. You let out a whimper, moving your hips more, your eyes darted to his right forearm and bicep every once in a while, catching Jungkook's attention.

"What is it baby? What do you want?" He was teasing you and he knew it, you always got shy when telling him exactly what you wanted him to do, yet he loved hearing you say it and beg for him to give you a release. Yet you couldn't utter the things you wanted from him, thinking it might freak him out although you knew he'd give you anything and everything you wanted. "Come on baby, speak."

His big hands moved to your breasts, immediately pinching your clothed nipples between his fingers making your back arch and have your chest pressed against his own. Your hands planted themselves on his pecs this time, always loving the feeling of his hard muscles under your fingertips. Jungkook suddenly twisted your sensitive buds, you were moaning in delight at the attention you were given.

He started kissing your neck slowly, "You're not telling me Y/N." He said in a sing-sang voice, tone teasing with a hint of dominance, he wanted you to tell him, and he wanted it now.

"I-it's a little dirty." You stuttered, cheeks hot at the thoughts that were swimming around your head, at the actions and feelings you wanted to act upon.

"Oh I'm counting on that princess."

"It is also something we've never done and might be a tad weird." You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, your brain telling you to turn back now while there was still time and do everything like you always have, but your body was craving it, wanting to experience this. At least once. Jungkook gave an amused 'oh' at that, leaving wet, hot kisses on your jaw.

"Now I'm extra intrigued." He began sucking hard on your collarbone, no doubt leaving red marks all over them. You could feel his hardened bulge directly on your pussy, igniting the fire between your thighs even more. Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to get out of your jeans, the barrier between the pleasure that was awaiting you. Moving away from Jungkook for a second you began unbuttoning your jeans, wanting to get up and get them off but your partner had other plans. Jungkook flipped you and pressed your back against the sofa, easily hooking his fingers in your pants, as well as your panties, and sliding them down with ease.

He flipped you back so you were once again straddling his lap, your juices leaking out and making a mess of his gray sweats. You could feel the ache of your pussy, your clit wanting to receive attention from your super fucking hot boyfriend. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"Tell me your fantasy Y/N," Jungkook whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine in anticipation. 

"I-I want to ride," you lick your dry lips, moving your eyes from Jungkook's intense gaze to look down at his shirt. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, urging you to continue, "I want to try riding your forearm." You mumbled the last word while burying your face in his neck, shyness overtaking you after placing the request, despite you being half naked on top of him.

Jungkook grabbed your thighs, spreading them more over his lap, a smirk playing on his lips. He moved his left arm underneath them but halted as you grabbed his wrist, "Not this arm." He let out a chuckle, moving his right arm under you and lifting it so it's pressed against your throbbing bud. A delicious moan left your throat at the feeling of his skin against you, making you instantly move against it.

You dig your nails into his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes closing as you lost yourself to the feeling. The smooth skin rubbing at your most sensitive part, the knowledge that you’re making a mess of his gorgeous tattoos made your hips buck into his forearm more, needing to feel more. You were moving faster, feeling your release close in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's fingers grabbed your ass and squeezed it, loving the way a gasp fell past your lips at the added sensation.

"Ah...mmm...fuck Kook!" You moaned into your boyfriend's neck, wrapping your arms tightly around it.

"Close, my love?" His tone was teasing, you were getting sloppier with your movements, going from front to back, to one side and other, in circles which did mean you were close and he knew it. "Come on babygirl, cum. Cum all over my arm. Make a fucking mess like you fucking wanted."

And those dirty words were enough to push you off the edge. The sheer thought of getting to see his veiny, tattoo-covered forearm covered in your cum, glistening with your sweet release was the last drop that spilled the water out of the glass. "Fuck! Jungkook!" You were cumming with a loud moan, riding out your high slowly. Your hips slowed down their movements at the oversensitivity of your clit. You felt kisses on your cheek and forehead, silent praises of 'you did so good' and 'such a good girl for me' fell past your boyfriend's lips.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" Jungkook asked as you lifted your head from his shoulder, his big bunny smile in front of your eyes. You nodded your head mumbling a 'yeah' in affirmation. You took a glance at his forearm, whining in delight at the sight, his arm and tattoos glistening in cum under the light. 

Jungkook started kissing your neck again, sucking sweetly, licking and biting intensely, no doubt making hickies that he'll gloat about later especially if someone points them out. At some point Jungkook lifted his hips up and took off his sweats down to his knees, you suppose you were sucked into your pleasure too much to notice him undressing. 

You looked down at his boxers immediately noticing the tent in them and a wet spot at the top of it, you moved your hand to the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down to expose his cock. As it sprung free hitting his lower stomach your hand hovered over it before squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock which was spilling precum down his shaft. Jungkook hissed at your touch, his cock was very hard and sensitive and ready to be slipped inside your wet, hot cunt.

He lifted you by your thighs and positioned you directly over his dick, his head rubbing at your entrance teasing you as he slid it in a little then out. You mewled at the teasing of it wanting to feel him inside hitting that heavenly spot that made you go weak in the knees and cry out in pleasure. You tried lowering yourself down on his cock but Jungkook held you tighter not letting you on it.

"Not yet babygirl, not yet." He kissed your cheek, "Beg for it little slut." He entered you suddenly, his girth stretching your pussy pleasantly, yet he didn't move just yet only stayed inside of you, hard and unmoving. 

"Beg." Jungkook's voice was stern practically ordering you what to do and you fucking loved it. You loved when he dominated over you, when you gave him all of you, your mind and body, he took care of you so well. You tried moving on his cock, lifting your hips to feel the thrusts that always make you scream but were denied once again.

You whined at the loss of pleasure, cheeks heating up as you muttered the next words, "Please Jungkook fuck me with you cock. Wanna cum again. Fill me with your hot cum, please." Your face felt hot at the dirty way you begged for his cock, begged him to give you the pleasure only he was capable of providing. Suddenly you felt him thrust himself into you hard, immediately finding and hitting your G-spot earning a loud moan like whine out of you, nails digging into his shoulders. 

You felt full, felt complete.

Jungkook didn't give you any time to adjust to his cock, thrusting deep inside you which made you yell out in delight. He never slowed down his thrusts only lifting his hips inside you in perfect rhythm, the head of his cock hitting your spot over and over again bringing you closer to another delightful release. His grunts and low moans were only fuel that made the experience of his relentless work that much better. You loved when he moaned, when he grunts in pleasure that he was receiving from you. 

"Fuck baby, so nice and tight for me." He nibbled on your ear, "Love fucking this pussy." His sultry voice whispered in your ear, he knew how weak you got when he spoke like that. He pulled your shirt up to your breasts, pulling the bra down to expose them for himself. He licked both nipples at first, but began sucking on the left one, squeezing and massaging the right one. You bit down on your lower lip at the excessive amount of euphoria you were experiencing. 

"Mmm...ah fhuck." Your words were broken, eyes closed tightly and mouth opening to let out whimpers and moans. You couldn't focus on anything but his sweet licks and sucks, his massaging and squeezing, his powerful thrusts which were bringing you closer to your second orgasm and closer to his orgasm as well. "Mmm Koo need cum." 

He detached himself from your sensitive nipples with a loud pop, there was a throaty chuckle from your boyfriend, "You need cum, hmm? Whose cum baby?" You whined at his teasing, nibbling your lip again, he knew what you needed yet he was being a little jerk about it. "Oh wait little one, did you mean you need to cum?" You could only nod in agreement as you started moving your hips to the rhythm of his movements. 

"Fucking - ngh shit - fucking cum for me again,” he moaned again, throwing his head back against the couch before telling you to look at him and locking eyes with you. “Cream around my cock babydoll, milk it dry." If you thought his thrusts were hard before they started being merciless now. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm as well and every time he became sloppier and harder with his momentum. A particular harder push against your spot had you cumming around him.

“Jungkook!” You were screaming his name in pure bliss, pussy tightening and keeping his hard dick inside. You felt his cock twitch, the feeling of your tightness had him cumming deep inside you as well, filling your wet walls with his hot, white seed. “Mghm...fucking hell!” 

Jungkook slowed down, hugging you around the waist, burying his face in your soft breasts, panting heavily. His girthy cock was still inside you keeping all his cum where it belonged, as he would say. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried catching your breath, hair sticking to your foreheads as you moved his wet bangs from it, giving a quick kiss on top of it.

Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, giving loving kisses on your swollen lips. “I love you.” He mumbled giving you yet another kiss that had you smiling into it.

“And I love you.” 

Jungkook embraced you into his chest, laying down with you on top of him. “Do you plan on taking your dick out of me?” You ask with a giggle against his neck, placing a small kiss there. He hummed silently while locking his fingers in your hair, running through it gently.

“Just a little longer.”

You gave a silent noise in agreement, cuddling closer to him. You could feel his cock becoming softer inside, yet you didn’t really care, you always enjoyed being close to Jungkook like this. You knew you’d have to get up to clean yourselves, but you wanted to stay like this a little longer.

“So, how did that kink work out for you?” You ears felt hot at his simple question.

“It’s not a kink.” You tried to weakly defend yourself, fists curling into his tank top..

“Suuuuure.” Jungkook’s sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice.

You whined, “It’s not a kink, I swear!” 

Jungkook only laughed at your response.

[katsukisbimbo]

DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

[herstarburststories]

(He Isn't) A Good Guy

Kinktober day 15: humiliation kink

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Jensen is tired of everyone saying he's a good guy.

Warnings: dirty talk (kind dark bc of the kink), handjob, p in v, riding, cheating, possessive, slapping

You have to be careful with what you're good at. You might just end up doing it for the rest of your life.

Jensen Ackles never caught the appeal of that saying. If you were really that good at something, why wouldn't you want to do it?

Such a mindset was as constant as a mother’s love and made Jensen's loyal company for a long time during his career. He pictured it would last forever: the head pats, positive criticism, and his charm that caught more and more fans. The Hollywood man was happy, really. He grew to be a good — if not great — actor. He had a wife and three kids that were the love of his life. He could go anywhere and find a job through the instantaneous recognition that Supernatural bestowed upon him, not to mention its gift of a best friend, Jared, and the raw amount of personal growth he went through. 

He was perfect in the most diversified aspects of his life, and, God, it was boring as fuck.

Whatever Jensen did, he was excused for it. Plenty of people would light themselves on fire for him (and hey, don’t think he was ungrateful for that), but being called a good guy that apparently couldn’t do any wrongs while the rights came out even in his sleep could be devastatingly annoying.

He thought he might have some problem, perhaps even a middle-aged crisis. Come on, who, with his life, would feel compelled to look for something else? Ackles had the money, the friends, and family. He had everything everyone dreamed about, but he just wanted to wake up.

Then, he met you.

You were the woman in her twenties who was barely starting in the media business, yet you had enough luck and talent to evoke the CW's attention that early. They wouldn't hire you as an official director, but you were in the training process. You were a prodigy, as most people on the set liked to joke about.

You sighed, slightly frustrated about the direction these takes were going. Asking Ackles to follow orders was roughly the same as punching a wall; the brick didn't break, and it only left you with scuffed knuckles and growing irritation. “Jensen, you need to tilt your head to the side or we won't be able to catch her face on camera.” 

“I'm doing that,” he said as if it was obvious.

“The camera doesn't agree with you.” You crossed your arms, tired of having this heated squabble again.

“I know how to shoot sex scenes, Y/N. I've been doing that for—”

You interrupted him: “I'm aware of how long the show I'm working on has been going, Jensen. Now, take my hint and do as I say. I get that you have done this before, but we are trying a new position, so your M.O. might not work.” You knew he was a good actor. Supernatural wouldn't be what it was if it wasn't for his character. Still, you needed this episode to be perfect in terms of filming. It was your first actual chance to prove how worthy you were. Jensen had his career and little apple pie life settled, but you had to scratch and squirm to insert yourself into the industry. You knew what you were doing. Nonetheless, you attempted to pacify his self-assurance by being assertive and gentle at the same time: “Just listen to me and try it. Please.”

The green-eyed man opened his mouth, very much ready to spit out a contradicting retort, but at the last second, he clamped his jaw shut and opted for a smirk instead. “Yeah, boss.”

It was the first time in years that someone actually came at him. Jensen felt the bruise aching his ego that spiked a sudden pressing need to puff out his chest and say I know what I am doing. Why don't you watch? 

He'd call that the Texan man behavior, alpha macho testosterone levels on high, but, honestly, he was just mad that someone had the audacity to talk to him like that, as if he was a rookie on his job. Jensen's whole body heated up, his jaw clenched, and his breath caught on his throat when he glanced at you — of course, he'd never put a hand on a woman, but God, that was infuriating. He wasn't a middle school child in need of a lecture.

But this was his first impression. As you gave everyone fifteen minutes to relax before shooting again, he went to his trailer, gait unnecessarily heavy like a child throwing a tantrum. Jensen locked his trailer and closed his eyes, trying to pick out his emotions — how long have it been since he got mad? That couldn't be healthy.

Do as I say. Your words were echoes in his head, spinning and making him dizzy. Just listen to me.

And the look you gave him. It wasn’t adoration as a fan or nervousness like a new worker. You didn’t excuse him as anyone else did. You glanced at him as you would to any other person on the set that had made a mistake: you pointed it out and didn't offer any sugarcoating to dull the blow.

It felt refreshing.

Shaking your head at the scene unrolling on the other side of the camera, you let out an exhausted sigh. This was your second directed episode, and Jensen wasn't making it easy for you. He always seemed like such a nice guy, yet you weren't surprised by his mulish behavior. You had called him out, and now he was turning it back around on you. Celebrities were complicated on their one, but male ones even more. Their egos required a role for themselves.

“Everyone, ten minutes!” you announced, placing the headphones on the table next to you. Your crew started dispersing, Ackles included, when his name left your lips: “Jensen, c'here.”

The green-eyed man arched his eyebrows, not sure why you wanted to talk to him so privately. Still, he approached you.

When you were a kid, you went through a phase when your smile wasn’t very pretty. It was too much teeth, eyes too tight, and head lifted high enough to show under your chin. Your parents couldn't just up and tell you that it looked terrible, obviously, so they just showed you multiple pictures until you decided that you didn't like something about it.

Maybe that would work with Jensen.

You patted the chair next to you, and Jensen sat there with a wisp of hesitation. You clicked on the scene you had been trying to get right for almost an hour. The replay went smoothly, Ackles's shoulders shrugging by the end. He didn't see the fuss about this.

“Seems good,” he said nonchalantly. 

You squinted your eyes at him. Someone as talented as him couldn't be serious about not seeing a problem with how ridiculous his vampire transformation through the last season was. “Seems like a sitcom”

“It's a dumb scene.” Jensen shrugged.

You groaned. “Can't you just accept that you can do better?”

Jensen crossed his arms and straightened his posture, holding a defensive atmosphere around him. God, he was infuriating sometimes. “Maybe you can. I've been doing great for years. You might not be the right director for this kind of show.”

“Just do as I said. You're in the scene, but I'm the audience. I can see right through you. I'm seeing things from another perspective and trying to tell you how to improve. That's what a director is for. Go ahead and try it!”

Your friendly conversation with the lead apparently had the opposite effect. As soon as he went back to his place in front of the camera, Jensen Ackles appeared to acquire the stubborn, incredibly unprofessional desire to take on all the worst camera angles only to get on your nerves.

“Are you kidding me!?” You elevated your voice, furious at how careless he was. All your patience has been zapped. “You're doing it on purpose. How can you be so petty?”

“Me? Petty!?” he said between gritted teeth, almost hissing as he walked to you. “I've been playing Dean for years. I know him more than—”

“I know. You do a big job with that character, but Jensen, you make mistakes. It's part of the process. You're a grown-ass man, so you can take what I'm saying and make something useful out of it. I'm the director; you are the actor. I don't care about how long you’ve been on this stage, and I don’t care for incompetence. You ain't doing good, so do as I say and fix it.”

Jensen tensed up when you said that, exhaling shortly while his eyes glued on you. You were half his age, yet the way you presented yourself — arms stiffly crossed, eyes ablaze and chin lifted — spoke of your power on this film set. At the end of the day, he was just a man, and he was in your court. Just like that, you held all control. He bit his bottom lip, neck red with the heat of anger and adrenaline that lashed through his body.

He was furious, yet all his body could do was react as if you had kissed him instead of punching his ego.

Anger and luxury both came from the same place. They were just different branches on the same tree growing from a common seed.

The half of Supernatural's leader actor started doing it on purpose, then. Not acting in a way that could collide with his career or mess up the shooting schedule, but an occasional bitched scene here and there when he had a chance, and always when you were in charge of the scene.

He relished in it: someone treating him like a man and not an untouchable idol. A woman who would look straight in his eyes and not be too intimidated, excited, or lovey-dovey to tell him all the bad things he needed to hear. You were someone who could put him in his place.

Unfortunately, playing around can only get you so far. If you bring someone to the pool, they won't be satisfied with just one foot in the water. They'd want to swim, splash water at their friends to get them all wet and soaked too. 

What started with provocative, fuming rage and nuisance soon melted into something deadlier. It was something unmanageable, a burning fire that attracted all the wrong kinds of glances. Yet, neither of you could help but follow where the smoke signal led.

You were here, in each other's arms. It was a dirty little secret that went way beyond just an illicit affair: it was about what you two could give to each other without even asking, and what other people could never quite comprehend. . . And they didn't need to. Jensen had you, and you had Jensen. To desire and savor the result was enough.

Your hand was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in a painfully slow rhythm. You had two legs wrapped around his, your face hanging next to Jensen's — close enough that you could kiss all of his freckles if this were out of love and not necessity — as you spoke.

“Everybody thinks you are the good guy. Little mister perfect.” Ackles groaned at the malice in your tone. He hated that — how everyone called him perfect, how every single person told him he was such a good guy. You were his only grounding force under the blinding lights. “But I know you aren't. You are nasty, disgusting, and so needy for someone to put you in your fucking place.”

The male's lips parted slightly, a pornographic moan leaving his body. This perversion felt like a hair short of sin. Who in their right mind would be so turned on by a girl half his age picking up all the worst things one could say about him, only to throw them exactly where it hurt the most?

Why, in the name of God, did he want more? Why was Jensen bucking his lips, needy noises that he never dons escaping his trembling body? Why was his cock hard as fuck, ruinining your fingers with sloppy precum while he internally begged you for more? 

It was like receiving a miracle and giving it to the devil.

“Look at you,” you continued, a smirk painted on your features, “getting fucked in your trailer by the woman who basically told you to stop whining and get your job done like a real man.” You loved being in control of the usually overconfident Hollywood star. If only his dearest fans knew how much of a submissive he was — how he just needed to be told where he belonged. 

“Y/N…” Jensen managed to say, his chest moving erratically fast. You leaned in to press your lips to his, and he whimpered. Ackles' hand slid to your waist in an attempt to pull you closer, but all he got was a slap on the arm and lack of friction on his dick. “Y/N!”

“I didn't say you could touch me, stubborn idiot.” You hissed, getting up to throw away your skirt and underwear. Jensen sniffed, feeling so ridiculous about himself. You had way too much control over him, but he couldn't really care about anything other than you touching his cock right now. Fuck composure or else. “I'm not your wife. I'm not one of your thirsty fans.” Each word came out in a harsh tone, those syllabus together had no other duty but hurt him, and he loved how they agonized in his body, redirected right to his hardness. You got free of the skirt and your soaked lace panties. “I don't need you. This?” You gestured at yourself and Ackles, a wry laughter coming out as you climbed on his lap. “I'm doing you a favor. So, you better thank me and take whatever I choose to give you. Understood?” Jensen's eyes were obsessed with your image, not leaving your face once— not even to look at his hard cock that was so close to your cunt due the new position. He just nodded, wishing that was enough to show you his piece of mind. It wasn't. You slapped his cheek and howled. “I made you a question.”

Jensen gulped, the red on his cheek from your smack couldn't compare to his blushed body. This felt so good, finally getting what he wanted. Ultimately, he blurted out: “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now let's put you to good use.” You winked at him, a hint of silly playfulness before you got all his length inside you at once. Both of you moaned, the unique sensation of your walls around his hard dick was marvelous. So warm, tight, and wet. Everything he deserved in one pussy, one woman. You started to move your hips up and down. “You feel so good inside me, baby. Like your cock was made for me— I think you were made just for this, to be fucked by me. What do you think?” His eyes fluttered shut, Jensen was allowing himself to get lost into you. You were heaven in sin, fucking him so nice. You weren't having his silent, though. You both had to be quiet about many things regarding to your mutual arrangement, you couldn't get more of closed mouths. Not when this was happening. You grabbed Jensen's jaw, fingertips pressing against his skin. “You better start answering me before I get out of here and go get some with a real man.”

Jensen groaned, holding your hips possessively. You knew he was one of the jealous kind, talking about other men touching you always got a reaction out of him. “I'm a real man.” 

“Show me then, baby.” A glimpse of sweetness appeared as you leaned in to kiss his lips. It didn't last much before your lips went to his neck, words coming through an open-mouthed there. “You know, they all are so caught up in your act, Jensen. The perfect texan boy, the amazing husband, the unproblematic idol…” You chortled, sending goosebumps through his whole soul. His dick was deep into you as you were riding his restlessly. “I bet you get tired of this. I bet you just want to fuck me in front of everyone sometimes, just to show them how dirty you can be.” He nodded, a soft whine leaving his lips. He was so tired of being the good guy. Only you knew him. “Like right now. You spent the whole day messing up with me, teasing me, just so you could get punished. And here we are, fucking in your trailer, while everyone is getting ready to go home.” He tried to move his hips as well, to get more of you. When you didn't stop him, Ackles winced and bucked his hips, hitting your G-spot, going deep and raw inside your tight cunt. One of his hands went to your pussy, digits pressing to your clit. Your next words came during groans of pleasure. “You should go too, baby. But you can't help it, huh? You just want go fuck me, even though I don't even care enough to send you a message to make sure you got home safe. You like it. You love that I'm not crazy about you, that I don't care.” His heart ached, but his cock only grew harder. Jensen could feel he was on the edgy. “So, you stay here instead of going home to your sweet wife. You stay here instead of hanging out with your best friend. You stay here instead of looking through your social media just to get an ego boost. Is this what a good man would do, Jensen? No... But that's okay. Men like you just need to be put in their places, and you love it.”

“Y/N!” He screamed helplessly, pulling your body closer to him when he came inside you, marking your pussy as his. A treacherous, lust stained thought was placed on his shoulders, whispering lovingly to his ear like you did your swearing: breed her, get her pregnant with your baby. Make her yours.

You had broken him, and he loved every second of it. He couldn't wait to give you the shattered pieces as a gift.

You came with an excruciating grunt right after him, all over his cock. The feeling of Jensen coming inside you always pushed you right way. You sighed happily, resting your head on his chest.

He enjoyed moments like this.

You remained there, waiting for his cock to relax inside you, get less hard before you pulled you. When it did, you pressed a quick kiss to his collarbone, walking to grab your clothes.

“Jensen,” You coughed after putting on your skirt. “I'll send you the new script tonight. Send me an email to confirm that you got it.”

What you truly wanted to say was, tell me if you got home safe. But you couldn't.

“Sure.” Jensen answered with a nod. Once again, he also wanted to say something else: thank you for giving me what I need, for seeing me. I love you. But he couldn't.

You picked up your wet panties, throwing it at him with a teasing smile before leaving the trailer.

It was enough.

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— juliet’s relationship with dino.

a/n: so i may or may not have chosen dino (seventeen) as juliet’s love interest 🥺👉👈 in case you were wondering why dino wasn’t included in the “notable relationships outside ateez” post, it’s because at the time i was still stuck between a few choices, and didn’t want to spoil her love interest in that post ahsjahsj 🤡 this is some basic background into their relationship but there will be more to come in the future!! have a nice day 💕

— how they met.

they met through yeri (red velvet) since she’s their mutual friend!!

he watched some of ateez’s stages and interviews, in addition to juliet’s viral wonderland and answer fancams

and maybe also her aegyo clips from weekly idol but you didn’t hear that from me 🤪

they also saw each other a few times during music shows, award shows or backstage at events they were performing at; like at mama 2019 when ateez sat in front of seventeen for a portion of the show

juliet, like the boys, is a huge carat; but she was too nervous to approach/interact with the seventeen members aside from bowing to them, bc they’re fucking seventeen???? honestly, just being able to be in the same room as them is more than enough for her

she is a carat and kpop stan before she is an idol 😔🤚

dino saw a clip where juliet mentioned she is close with yeri

so he texted her to ask her for juliet’s number around the beginning of 2020

juliet was getting ready for bed and just about passed out when she saw a text from a number she didn’t recognise that said it was from dino???? of seventeen???????

what the fuck??? why???? how????? W H A T

the text from dino was pretty straightforward, just that he liked her performances, got her number from yeri so they could get to know each other and be friends

she definitely wasn’t panicking at this point hAHa 🤩

the first thing juliet did was text yeri just to make sure she actually did give dino her number and it wasn’t just some prank or scam

“unnie, did you give dino-sunbaenim my number???????????”

“yeah :D”

“you mean [insert phone number] is actually him????”

“yep!! :DDDD”

“YERI WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I SAY”

“oh, would you look at that! i gotta go, havefunchattingbyeeeeee!!”

full panic mode activated

the first thing juliet did after that conversation was to go to wooyoung because she knows he will be personally offended if he wasn’t the first person to know about this lmao

“uh...wooyoungie? i think seventeen dino-sunbaenim just sent me a text?”

“what do you mEAN DINO-SUNBAEMIM TEXTED YOU???? WHAT DO WE DO HOW ARE YOU GOING TO RESPOND OH MY GOD WHAT—”

“I DON’T KNOW I’M PANICKING JUST AS MUCH AS YOU ARE”

wooyoung was quite unhelpful bc he was too busy freaking out with juliet and the two just stood there in the room in shock and flailing around and screaming

seonghwa got very concerned and went to check on them so juliet showed him the text from dino and her texts with yeri

seonghwa said :O

but managed to stay calm enough to help juliet come up with a response 😔

— impressions of each other. (ahjshajs idk what to call this section)

after that they started texting more frequently!!

at the beginning juliet saved his contact as “dino sunbaenim” lmao 😭😭😭😭 she was very nervous

but as they texted more and got to know each other better it got a lot less nerve-wracking!!

when they don’t have schedules, they basically text each other 24/7 about everything; music, dance, food, comebacks, childhood/trainee stories etc.

okay maybe there was a tiny bit of flirting involved ahskahsjsj 💀

once they got more comfortable with each other, they started having phone calls, which then turned into video calls where they were basically just two sweet, giggly beans :((((

juliet loves his smile and laugh so much 🥺 they’re so contagious and cute :((((((( peak devastation

and he thinks she’s really sweet and cute and funny and pretty :((((

everyone say it with me: whipped

but aside from their more fun conversations, they also share their aspirations and fears with each other and those conversations mean a lot to juliet!!

he wants to feature her on one of his dino’s danceology videos but it’s hard to coordinate their schedules at the moment :(

(update: jk they collabed!! 👀)

he called her minnie (after her korean name minyoung) once by accident and it stuck; he’s the only person she’ll let call her minnie, it’s kinda like an exclusive thing between them

the boys found out about this and will sometimes call her minnie just to mess with her 💀💀 she’ll either cringe or playfully smack/throw something at them

— first “date”.

it wasn’t a date-date

it was more of a friend date!!

because they were still getting to know each other and didn’t want to rush into things; plus, if they unfortunately got caught by news outlets (they didn’t, fortunately), they could explain that it was an outing between friends, then it technically wouldn’t be a lie since they haven’t made it official

yet

it was very chill, they met late at night and got food, but they had a lot of fun just chatting and enjoying each other’s company!!

— their current relationship.

at the moment, they’re just friends

but they both definitely know there’s a “you like me, i like you” thing between them, it’s just that they won’t act on it for now

juliet understands that kq is still a relatively small company, and that ateez is very important to it

she doesn’t want to do anything that, in the public’s eyes, will hurt her group and company, and wants to give it a little more time until they’re more established before deciding on anything (a/n: please remember that you do not own idols nor are you entitled to them; they are human just like us and we have no right to dictate their personal lives; they deserve privacy and our respect)

dino was very understanding when she told him, and they both agreed to wait a bit!!

(update: they made it official 👀)

— ateez’s reactions.

hongjoong was the supportive father; seonghwa was the supportive mother; the other boys were the supportive brothers :’)

we stan One (1) family :’))))

when they first knew about them becoming friends they were so!! shocked!!!! bc they are all such huge fans of seventeen

juliet the introverted social butterfly!!!!!!!!

they trust juliet 200% because they know that she knows what the best course of action is for now; she’s a thoughtful person who always considers every detail, so they know that she will be mindful of not making rash decisions

so they’re all very supportive of this friendship/relationship and are honestly just happy that she’s happy!!!!!! and very excited for her ahjdhwjs

[ko-fanatic]

Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake (Part 3)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary: Breakfast before the show, and Mondo realising he loves Taka's music if it's live. Still, there's something too close to a disturbing premonition burning under Mondo's skin, and the idol's comments, actions and frame just make it worse. Something's going on with him...

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

Other parts: Part one | Part two

Kiyotaka did not, in fact, get to finish his allotted miles. 

Mondo, in his defense, had attempted to continue, but after another mile his lungs had given up on him. Taka was so concerned, hearing his wheezing breaths, that he’d gotten him to spill about being asthmatic. The idol then promptly freaked out, calling a taxi to take them back to the hotel and insisting that he’ll keep his workouts to a gym setting in future.

He could tell Taka was upset - he might be callous, but he wasn’t stupid. Still, the kid said he was just antsy, nothing to worry about. Excess energy he hadn’t had the chance to burn off.

After a while of sitting on the couch, watching the TV that was way bigger than it had any right to be, he wasn’t actively dying anymore. Therefore, Taka saw it fit to leave him for a bit as he pottered around, doing idol things. He could hear Taka practising one of his songs in the bathroom as he performed his ludicrously long skin care routine. 

Honestly, he was more focussed on Taka’s singing than the shitty sitcom on TV. He’d heard the polished, studio versions - who hadn’t? - but this was something else. Fuck autotune, for sure; Taka’s voice was beautiful, crisp as a bell and perfectly trained. But rather than the polished version, Taka added more vocal tricks and a generally interesting style to the song that he’d never heard before. 

If there was more of that in his official audios, Mondo would’ve been an avid fan by now. 

“And if you got a little more time, baby let me hold your hand in mine,” The idol sang as he strolled into the kitchenette, opening the fridge and retrieving an apple, “Drink you up like the finest wine, lick you off my lips before showtime -”

“Whoa,” He whistled lowly, unable to help himself, “Those lyrics aren’t very ‘sweet boy next door’.”

“Oh,” Taka blinked, seemingly just remembering he wasn’t the only one in the room, “That was actually my original version, before it was reviewed. Too lewd for the image, I guess.”

“Or they didn’t want a bunch of tweens bustin’ their first nut in public,” He chuckled, Taka’s nose scrunching in disgust. 

“Ew,” He huffed, retrieving an apple from the fridge and starting to cut it up, “I’d rather not think about that.”

He just smirked, not bothering to turn back to the mindless crap on TV, just watching as Taka prepared his breakfast. He was about as meticulous about cutting up that apple as he was his choreography; while anyone would cut an apple into segments (barring bento making), Taka halved and cored it before cubing the frankly pathetic slivers of fruit he was left with. 

The cubes were small, almost diced, and quickly scraped into a bowl like they'd burn Taka if they so much as brushed the pale, thin skin of his hands. Then, a bottle of lemon juice was procured, sprinkled on the un-diced half of the apple before it was wrapped in cellophane and sealed in a Tupperware box. Just watching the methodical, practiced actions had Mondo raising an eyebrow; Taka sealed that half apple away like some corny Hollywood curse. Like it would come back for one final scare if he didn't get rid of it.

He expected another fruit to be taken from the fridge, making up a small fruit salad, or for bread to be put in the toaster. Hell, he'd be cool with the promise of Starbucks or McDonald's on the way to the venue, but no. 

Taka sat next to him on the sofa, chopsticks in hand as he daintily picked at the meagre portion he'd given himself. His frown only deepened when he saw just how little it amounted to, barely obstructing the bottom of the bowl from view. It hardly counted as an apple, looking far more like peelings you’d throw in the garbage than an actual meal. 

“That it?” He asked, gesturing to the ‘meal’ as Taka placed a particularly small cube into his mouth. 

“What do you mean?” The idol asked, raising an eyebrow, “It’s my breakfast.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” He grumbled, “I mean, ‘wow, kid, you eat less than a fuckin’ bird, go get some more’.”

“Half an apple is perfectly fine,” Taka defended, putting down his chopsticks to properly argue with him. It made a pang go off in Mondo’s chest, especially as his eye was drawn to the small bowl, resting on Taka’s thin thigh. 

Most people’s thighs pool when sitting; flesh, whether be muscle or fat, generally molds under pressure. However, there was still that oh-so-lauded gap between the boy’s thighs, hardly more than bone. It made him… uncomfortable. Like seeing a cancer patient on their final days; only Taka wasn’t dying, ashen complexion notwithstanding. 

“Yeah, no, it’s not,” He spoke bluntly, no preamble, “You did a three mile run, and you’ll be in rehearsals all day. Half an apple’s not going to keep you going.”

The idol rolled his eyes, muttering something about how his run should have been five miles, and picked up the chopsticks once more. He seemed to just push the fruit around his plate, however, instead of bringing piece after piece to his lips like he had before. 

“What -?”

“Lost my appetite,” Taka shrugged, standing on those tiny, boney legs once more, “I’ll have something later.”

Mondo didn’t comment, not wanting to upset Taka more than he, apparently, already had. He simply watched as the peelings got scraped into the bin with the rest of the apple, hardly eaten. Maybe the equivalent of a couple bites. 

He didn’t say anything, considering he’d already put the kid off his food. He’d make a note of it, but he mainly put it up to nerves for tonight; big venue, and didn’t they say that stage fright was an important part of this shit? 

“Looking forward to the show?” Taka asked as he washed up his bowl, chopsticks and knife. 

“Honestly, yeah,” He nodded, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, lounging around like he owned the place, “I’m not a huge fan of pop, but what you were singing now was cool. Guess I like live music better than studio versions.”

“Honestly, that’s completely valid,” Taka smiled, “I prefer doing my own thing, with no editing to slow me down…”

---

Mondo was having the time of his fucking life! Taka wasn’t kidding about editing slowing him down, the guy was a beast on stage. 

The stage lighting pounded down on the idol, refracting off the metallic accents of his costume and catching the beads of sweat at his temple. Two hours of jumping around, dancing, singing, and playing his guitar, and he showed no signs of slowing. The adrenalin was high, and it vibrated through Taka, the crowds, the stadium itself and straight through Mondo himself. 

If he was a cheesier person, he’d say it was like he could feel Taka’s own heartbeat through the music, resting in his chest next to his own. But he wasn’t that sappy. Nope. Not at all.

He certainly wasn’t prepared for Taka to remove the prince-like, white jacket to reveal the costume underneath. A crisp button-up was par for the course, but the leather harness buckled around his torso made the simple look jaw dropping. Finale outfit, he’d heard one of the costumers mention, but he hadn’t been paying attention at the time. 

The leather looked so perfect wrapped around his thin body, and Mondo was screaming. Internally, thankfully, but this was going to be his end. 

The song wasn’t long at all, maybe a couple minutes. Like a vast majority of Taka’s “approved” songs, it was about love; albeit darker. A couple heavily veiled allusions to bondage, both in the fun and not-so-fun senses, a feeling of wanting to pull away but being far too in love to do what was healthy. 

The crowd just ate it up, even if it gave Mondo an odd feeling… Foreboding, perhaps? Some sort of anxious buzzing under his skin, like a premonition, but no basis in anything he could actually pinpoint. It wasn’t like he could see Taka’s eyes, or anything like that. Maybe a slight tremor in the voice, but fuck, the kid had literally been singing for hours. 

After the final guitar riff, and a couple breaths, Taka grabbed one of his water bottles off the front of the stage, not even hesitating to dump it all over his head. The screaming from the crowd managed to increase tenfold, and he was pretty sure the whole stadium was enjoying the view of that white shirt turning translucent and clinging so enticingly.

“Thank you and goodnight!” He cheered, stage lights going out and allowing Taka to walk off stage with minimal awkwardness. 

“That…” Mondo began, Taka holding up a finger as they disconnected his mic, making sure none of the sounds backstage got broadcasted and ruined any spell the audience was under. 

“Sorry I had to interrupt you,” Taka apologised, so sweetly sincere, “You were saying?”

“Just… That was incredible…” He breathed, still slack jawed from the rush of the concert, “You… I…”

“Articulate,” Taka smirked, hand on hip as he sauntered off to get changed, before he would exit and be swarmed with both eager fans and paparazzi alike. 

Mondo was smiling, heart still hammering, until his attention was brought to what was visible beneath the sodden fabric. 

Ribs.

[marvelousell]

The Agreement (Part 14.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Well I’m back with a new part! Sooo after this part there will be probably 1-2 more chapters before the ending. Thank you once again for the love and beautiful feedback:)

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, swearing, angst

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“Need your help.”

Tom was out of breath, his cheeks flushed, and he seemed nervous? Yeah, definitely nervous.

“I’m having History in 10, make it quick.” You sigh, not wanting to talk with Tom right now. Probably the images of him and Evelyn couldn’t let you be all jolly and sweet as always, and they sure didn’t let you read your book in peace before being interrupted.

“Could you like come to my frat after your lectures?” Tom tried to avoid the real reason why he needed you there, he wasn’t sure either about all of it but he thought that maybe this was a chance for a new and fresh start.

“Your frat? Why?” Tom didn’t prefer you spending time together there, you both enjoyed the silent and warm atmosphere in your apartment. You weren’t a fan of his frat as well, you didn’t want to be marked as one of his one night adventures by the others so the question brought you off guard.

“You’re honest and the boys wouldn’t help much with this, I need you to help me get ready.” His jaw tensed, he was admiring your hair that was sticking out everywhere and how you still adored to read in your free time. It was the small things he loved about you that others didn’t possess or didn’t do. Is that maybe why his heart made a little flip while talking to Evelyn? Because you both were almost the same? He hoped not.

“You’re giving me everything I don’t need to know.” You chuckled at the lost, nervous rambling Tom that people never saw because he kept his true personality hidden.

“I will totally understand if you can’t..”

“Tom.” You stood up, eyes on his brown ones that tried so hard not to avoid yours.

“I have a date tonight.” Tom’s voice was almost a whisper, he didn’t want to rub it in your face and he probably came off as a dick, unintentionally now. That night he wanted to respond to your feelings, he wanted to spill everything out, he even typed the response a few times but something was always blocking him to send it.

“That’s great.” Your voice didn’t show any emotions. You swallowed hard, afraid of your own mind and voice after his statement. Most of your time today was spent thinking how would you approach him and start the conversation about the emotions that were bottled up inside. However Tom’s words were loud and clear for you, he didn’t want to talk nor have anything with you, and that’s how things should be from now on.

“Is it? I mean it’s my first real date? You know I’m a bit stupid about these things so your help would be great love.”

Love, love, love.

You will never get tired of that pet name, rolling off his tongue so perfectly. Now you were thinking how the pet name won’t be yours only.

“Sure, your frat?” You asked once again like you weren’t listening in the first place, bringing your book closer to your chest.

“Yeah, don’t mind the boys they are jerks.” Tom smiled brightly, hugging you tightly to say thanks. His heart fluttered when he felt your arms resting on his back. The warmth that was coming from your body didn’t let him break the hug, it felt right, so right to hold you like this. Tom always loved how your whole body was shielded by his arms, your scent calming his nerves every time you were in his embrace. His fingertips would caress your hair tenderly, you were the only one who he showed some kind of affection but he always thought that it was just a best friend thing to do.

“Six?” Tom asked, unwrapping his arms from your body scared he won’t be able to let go if you stayed like that a minute more.

“Six.”

Words seemed so foreign at that moment, it was so strenuous to say anything more at that point. Tom made his decision, it was time for you to respect it. You tried, both of you tried, tried to keep your silly deal, tried to balance it with other things and tried to mend the pieces. You succeeded in something and maybe it’s time to accept how you’re both better off as friends like before. You were delighted how his true nature came to the surface. At least he isn’t into his old habits, it was his chance to turn his life into something he needed and deserved, Evelyn could give him that.

And Harrison could give what you needed too.

Tom could feel his stomach turn upside down after he started to talk to Evelyn today. She was a bit sceptical, not sure why he was talking to her in the first place. Tom was fine with that, it will take time for people to finally believe him he wasn’t that guy anymore. A selfish, egocentric dick that only uses girls for his own pleasure. No one would buy that shit that he changed overnight, but it was the truth and he wanted to prove it, especially to you. If only all of this happened a few months before, if only his best friend wasn’t in the picture he wouldn’t even hesitate to make sweet love to you after your confession. But that was only an if that sounded too good to be true.

-

“Y/N, hello.” The green eyes were basically undressing your comfy clothes that you wore too often lately.

“Ben.” You greeted back politely, hoping he would get lost as soon as you enter his frat. Every guy in Tom’s frat was a pompous ass, the only thing that mattered to them was a good one night shag, nothing else. They were smart, sweet talkers, they knew how to get a girl wrapped around their fingers and it was sometimes disturbing to even watch it.

“What brings this beauty to our frat?” He followed your figure inside, almost attaching himself to your hip.

“Need to help Tom out with some stuff.”

The whistles and claps were roaring through the big space, everyone’s eyes on you. Everyone’s except the ones you needed right now.

“Holy fuck, Tom’s not stopping isn’t he? Man, didn’t think you liked guys like him Y/N you’re a big surprise.” The blonde one spoke, sending you a wink that was anything but comfortable. All of them had a reputation, something that they got from Tom. He was like an idol to him, they always looked up to him.

“I have a boyfriend.” Nothing but whistles again.

“You do? What a shame babe, you’re gorgeous.” Ben didn’t stop, no one did and you still couldn’t believe how girls found that attractive.

“Leave her alone guys.” Tom’s voice interrupted their almost monologue, signalling you to come with him.

“No worries Tom, she is all yours our lips are sealed boss.” They smirked playfully, thinking how you were another one that will be tossed out in a few hours.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, embarrassed how he was one of them a few days ago. It was a novelty to see a girl so uncomfortable around them, every other would be throwing themself on his frat mates instantly after they began flirting. That’s why you were special and always will be.

“It’s fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” You chuckled as you both entered his room that was different from the previous time you were here. It was much tidier, clothes weren’t sprawled out on the floor and his bed looked clean.

“I am so nervous and also don’t you dare to tell them that I am freaking out because of this.” He warned you jokingly, making you smile widely but not honestly like you would always when he joked with you.

“I don’t even know them and they don’t know what a talk is if it’s not flirting.” You followed his movements, how his palms were going up and down his hair anxiously. He took a deep breath before turning his gaze towards you. Everything about tonight was making him feel sick, but in a good way. Tom hoped he won’t block in front of Evelyn and make a fool of himself, he was exhilarated about the date, he knew that Evelyn would see the best in him just like you did but he couldn’t stop the sadness in him, he wanted his first date to be with you. Tom wanted to do everything he didn’t before with you first.

“Tom?” Your angelic voice woke him up, your body near his. His face went pale, offering you a shaky smile hoping you didn’t ask him a question while he was zoned out.

You were so beautiful and your pink lips were irresistible he just wanted to feel them on his for a second.

“You didn’t listen at all. You’re smitten already.” Your voice thick, jealous how he was truly excited about the girl he was going out with.

“S-Sorry, no, no I was thinking about something.” Tom tried to explain himself, but he still didn’t know why because you both agreed to stop whatever was between you in the past.

“No it’s fine. Happened to me a lot when I had my first date with Harrison so it’s all good you’re just nervous and don’t want to listen to anybody.” You needed to bring Harrison in this, if Tom wanted to show you how you were completely done than maybe you should start acting like it. After all it wouldn’t be fair not to be happy for your best friend even if you didn’t work out.

“Yeah I am a bit lost here but I am ready.” His statement came off unsure, he was still questioning it.

“So while you daydreamed lover boy I already got you your combination.”

“You did?” Can you be more amazing? He thought to himself, looking at your proud face while you shoved the clothes in his hands. But he didn’t realise how his thoughts were actually heard.

“Thanks, I could try.” You gave him a shy grin, lowering your gaze towards the red carpet that imitated your cheeks in that moment.

“Thank you love.” His figure disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving you alone in the room he always imagined about in high school. His walls were full of pictures and trophies. Tom always felt a sentimental attachment to everything, memories were a important thing to him. Just like the picture of you and him from prom. The day was crystal clear in your mind and even if you didn’t go with him it was the most memorable event from high school. You intentionally wanted him to take you on that stupid dance but Elena was the better choice for him after all. Both of you were posing near the decorated wall in the hallway, his arm around your hip and your head resting on his chest. You weren’t a fan of taking pictures but his whines and goofy smile coaxed you into taking one with him.

“Please love. Just one, for my future wall.”

“You and your future wall, bet you have tons of things to pin up, this one will be so dull near the other stuff.” You laughed together in the empty hallway, still not knowing how and who will take the picture.

“I promise this one will be the biggest one. Please sweetheart, for your favourite person here.” The small pout on his face and pleads made your heart melt. You wanted to have at least one picture from this night and if it can be with Tom you definitely won’t say no.

“God fine, just one.” You raised your eyebrows, trying to look serious but his grin from ear to ear made you chuckle like crazy.

Tom wanted to drag someone here to take the picture but he also wanted you to be a bit relaxed, so he will do it himself. The camera was placed on the small glass where the school trophies were held looking right at you two.

“Great, now come here.” He rushed back, grabbing your sides and bringing you close to him. Your head was near his heart that was beating rhythmically, and your palm flush against his chest. Tom’s hand took yours, his eyes lowered down to look at your warm ones.

“See, not that bad.” He didn’t want to force you to look at the camera, he wanted you relaxed and not stiffened.

“You better make this one the largest on that wall.”

“Will do my love.” Tom promised, grabbing the device, before guiding you both back to the room full of people.

And he really kept his promise, the picture on the wall was the most noticeable one.

You were already tired, so tired from this. You didn’t want to be the bad friend, you loved him since you were little and you wanted Tom to be happy but you just couldn’t help it.

“This is brilliant, I knew you would help me like always.” Tom spoke, but your eyes never left the picture that was hanging on his wall.

Tom saw your small smile and emotions in your eyes that were fixed on the wall. His eyes landed on the memory he still loved to remember every now and then.

“I still can’t believe it that you took a picture after I pleaded and pleaded for the whole night.” He breathed out a titter, his hot breath hitting the nape of your neck sending chills down your spine.

“You really put it on your wall.” You said, voice almost cracking from the emotions that were mixed up inside of you.

“I told you I would make it the biggest one here love.” Your body turned to his, your eyes finally meeting. He was looking better than ever. Absolutely breathtaking. Evelyn just hit the jackpot.

“Y-You look wonderful. Told you that it will look great on you.” You forced a smile, admiring his figure and the bright smile on his face.

“Thank you, I owe you Y/N.”

Your heart was beating rapidly, his hands were on your back brushing it slowly in circles. Tom was secretly debating everything, should he follow his heart or mind? As much as his heart says you, it also says let her be happy.

“It’s nothing Tom. Hope you have the best night with Evelyn, you deserve it.” You tried to offer him the most genuine smile, but your lips just curved into a wretched one. Eyes were starting to burn from the tears that began to form and the lack of eye contact was killing you just like it was killing Tom.

“You know that I love you.” Tom swallowed the lump in his throat, looking at your face that got reddish almost instantly when the words slipped past his lips. His lips were dry, he wanted to bring you closer, kiss you continuously until your lips were swollen. Still he knew that things didn’t work like that. Everyone was right, the arrogance and cockiness didn’t give him what he wanted, he was actually paying that stupid price for his behaviour.

“I know.” You couldn’t say it back, it felt like your vocal cords were tied and completely blocked. Tom was waiting, but he understood how though it was for the both of you.

“Call me when you get home, tell me how it went.” Your throat was burning more and more after every word, you didn’t want to ruin his night so you needed to get yourself together.

“Of course, you’re the first one who will know the details.”

“You will have a great night, she is wonderful don’t mess it up.”

“I won’t.” What kind of a coward is he, he wanted to end this right now, but why was his body so tense like he couldn’t move at all to grab your body that was getting closer to the door.

“I will see you then?”

“Yeah, thank you.” He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes immediately after he heard the door close. Tom cursed quietly, running his fingers through the brown locks while he exhaled from the frustration.

He was stupid, he knew that. You were honest with him, you wanted him and now he blew it all.

-

“You seem a bit off today?” Your voice interrupted the silence that started to be a bit awkward between you and Harrison. He was usually full of energy, always around you, but today he was totally zoned out.

“Hm? Sorry, it’s just college and stuff.” College and stuff. Was it though? It looked like he had a lot on his plate today, and you were curious about it.

“You sure? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else.” Harrison was awfully silent and being nosy wasn’t you so dropping it would be the best.

Harrison hated how he was acting now, it reminded him of the times when Emily was off most of their time. Emily.

Emily, Emily, Emily.

She was the main reason for everything that was going on. She didn’t let him breathe normally after that party, her voice and face was everywhere haunting him non stop. Harrison was fighting with himself, he realised how stupid he was for even agreeing to that coffee and for agreeing again to meet her. He had you, you were someone that made him believe in the love that seemed so complicated because of others. You were always here, your presence was like a ray of sunshine to him. The guilt was eating him alive even if he didn’t do anything with Em, but it was eating him because he knew how he would feel if you did the same.

Hey, busy?

His phone lit up, the phone number he recognised very well made his whole body shift in his seat. Harrison was panicking, looking at you that was far away from him, trying to focus on whatever show was playing on the television.

I’m with my girlfriend now.

This should be enough to stop the texting shouldn’t it? God, why was he even responding?

Sorry for bothering, I will text you later.

He didn’t respond, the event from a few hours ago was repeating in his head. When did he become a guy like that? Things like this wouldn’t even cross his mind, and yet Emily was playing with him like he was a toy.

“Are you listening to me?” Your small voice that was full of concern ringed in his ears. You were an angel, he would be a complete idiot to mess what he has with you.

“Sorry.” He rubbed his eyes, ashamed how he was thinking about a girl that was like a nightmare to him a few months ago while the girl of his dreams was right next to him.

“I asked you if you wanted something?” Tom and Harrison were too much, you wanted to have a chill night in Harrison’s arms, trying to forget everything but they both ruined it.

“No, thanks.” His answer was dry, so dry that it made you afraid. What if he also got bored with you?

“Is everything alright?” You tried again, tried to look at his face to get anything from him but he was too hard to read.

“It’s nothing honestly.” Bullshit.

You didn’t have the will nor strength to get him to confess whatever’s been bothering him. You were just tired, aching for some hands to hold you and give you the love you needed.

Harrison sighed, staring at your disappointed face that got lost in the kitchen. He was acting like a jerk, he knew how the feeling of someone ignoring you was appalling and now he was doing it to his girl. There wasn’t an excuse for his behaviour, and there shouldn’t even be one in the first place. His actions were a mistake, you were the one he wanted not someone who swore on his life to give him infinite love and yet left him heartbroken and alone.

Harrison’s eyes were following your steps, how you still brought him a drink even when he was acting incoherently. His arms sneaked around your waist after you put the drinks on the table making you squeal from the sudden touch.

“Harrison.” You whined as his lips pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek, hands still around your sides.

“I’m sorry.” Harrison mumbled against your neck, voice almost brittle. He didn’t want you to find out about anything, maybe it was the wrong decision but he didn’t want you to think how his behaviour could change because of her immediately. He will end it all.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, you are my girlfriend, my rock and me ignoring you completely was a shit move. I was just stressing about things and I’m sorry.” Harrison’s fingertips disappeared underneath your shirt, fondling the soft skin while he tried to be as close as he could to you. You didn’t respond, your body just moved closer to his, hiding your face into his neck pecking it occasionally. Harrison’s breathing got heavier, your warm lips burned on his sweet spot while his fingers went higher.

“Let me make it up to you.” The pad of his thumb ran over your nipple, earning a breathy mouth from you. You sucked in a breath as his lips ghosted over your throat going towards the jawline before smashing his lips with your pink ones.

“Let me make it all about you now sweetheart. About you only.” Kisses were sloppy and full of lust, your hand flying up to the nape of his neck gripping it gently, signalling him to continue his actions and do more.

Your lips curved into a smile as you watched his hands travel down to your heat, caressing your skin gently during it.

“God you’re always so good for me I’m such an idiot.” Harrison spoke in between kisses that were left on your lower abdomen making your back arch and stomach tingle from the sensation. His face was much lower, hands around your inner thighs spreading you open for him.

“You’re my girl.” The dominant voice was a novelty but it was still full of love. His movements were painfully slow, he wanted to take his time to remember every moment he had with you.

“Always ready for me. Beautiful.” He praised, placing a kiss on your glistening core that was convulsing around nothing.

“Fuck, please make me feel good.” Your head was thrown back from the pleasure, hands placed on the couch for a second.

“Love to hear you ask nicely, you’re a dream Y/N.” His mouth attached on your outer lips, spreading the arousal all around your pussy.

“Shit, shit don’t stop.” You whined as his lips found your clit, sucking on it harshly. Your hands flew directly to his hair tugging it to encourage him to continue what he was doing. Harrison kept his mouth on your throbbing clit, inserting two fingers inside of you to give you the maximum pleasure. Pleasant shivers went down your spine when you felt him murmur against your pussy.

“So sweet.” Harrison could do this for so long, your tight walls and sweet juices made him harder instantly. You were all wet and dripping on his face for him, your walls squeezing around his fingers as he pushed them in and out of you.

“Be still for me baby.” The free hand pinned you down to the couch while the other found your clit that ached for some attention after he removed his mouth. Your cries and moans were like a melody, he always wanted to hear how you were feeling.

Harrison could feel your walls clenching harder around his fingers, he wanted you to fall apart around his fingers while his mouth was wrapped around your pulsing bundle of nerves.

You here?

She again. He didn’t want this. He won’t mess up this amazing moment. She was a no one.

“S-So close, please Haz, more. I-I can’t.” The grip on his hair got tighter and the smug grin on his face got bigger.

“Come on gorgeous, let me feel you cum on my face, look at me while you cum.” His words were driving you towards the edge, your lips were parted and eyes fixed on his while his mouth worked on your release.

“Oh F-Fuck.” The amount of love and pleasure was unreal, he ignored your whimpers flicking his tongue faster to make you cum. A loud groan escaped from your throat, as the bubble inside you bursted like a bomb. You came hard all around his face, riding a wave of euphoria. Your eyes were still on his, you could feel him smile against your core.

“Fucking hell, you are the sweetest thing ever.” He breathed out a chuckle, kissing your sensitive clit one more time before grabbing your face to kiss you.

You could taste yourself on his tongue that massaged yours gently, this was just what you needed.

“Thank you.” You whispered, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“No, thank you. I’m sorry and I love you.” Harrison was honest. You, your sweet moans and skin were what he needed, nobody else. This needed to stop. Emily was his past and you’re his future.

“Always remember that my love. You’re my priority and you always will be.” Harrison’s meant that, he truly loved you and he couldn’t even imagine how losing you would be.

However he wasn’t the only one that realised how having you in his life was the most important thing. Tom realised how much his heart ached for you tonight, how much he loved you. He realised it right after he couldn’t kiss Evelyn on the end of their night.

“W-Would you like to repeat this night again?” Tom didn’t know if the stuttering was because he had a good time with her or because you occupied his mind.

“I would love to.” However Tom wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore. But he was somehow sure about those strong feelings he couldn’t hide any longer.

-

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“Bullets”, a Last Stand of the Wreckers prose story- Ironfist Solves a Murder Mystery

Now that Overlord and Rewind have been exploded horribly in the vacuum of space, multiple people have died, and Chromedome’s horrifically single, let’s take a look at all those Last Stand of the Wreckers extras, yeah?

We more or less start with a Furmanism, as is tradition.

One day Furmanisms won’t be nearly as prevalent within the comic publications, and that is a day that I cannot wait to see. Forget politics, forget misogyny, forget basically NEEDING Death of the Author in effect to enjoy anything the man’s done- Furmanisms are a crutch that everybody in this franchise uses, but nobody needs. They never feel natural, in my opinion. It’s like a literary obligation at this point, and you can tell, because it never quite meshes with any writer’s style.

Anyway, this is the setup for what would happen on Pova- the Wreckers have been watching Squadron X fix up their ship, and now that the thing’s airborne again they’ve gotten itchy trigger fingers. Well, some of them, anyway. Rack n Ruin aren’t so sure about this whole thing, seeing as there are eight of them and an entire battalion up there. Impactor’s working the crowd though, as a leader of such a high turnover rate group is required to do, and that’s the point where First Aid stops reading.

Yep, this is one of Fisitron’s datalog entries, of which First Aid is a fan.

This isn’t First Aid’s first appearance within the IDW continuity- he played a role in Spotlight: Jazz, where he lived up to his name, and in Transformers: Ironhide #1, where he was in the background. This IS his premiere as a major player in a story, however, and it’s here that he’s revealed to be a bit of a slacker- he should be making the rounds at Delphi right now, but instead he’s reading entry logs about the wartime equivalent of a boyband.

He hits a key to quicktab to something at least somewhat medically-related as he feels someone approaching from behind. It’s the CMO, and he is in no way fooled by First Aid’s attempt to hide his shame. He gets back to work, but that particular entry- 113, because of course it is- is still on his mind. Hope he never finds out it’s a load of bunk.

I REALLY hope he never finds out this is all bunk. We all need something, you know?

Of course, First Aid- y’know, not to brag or anything- personally met one of the Wreckers. Roughly five years ago, Springer had approached him at a medical conference on Kimia. Why a medical conference was being held on Kimia of all places isn’t addressed, but it was probably because half the folks stationed there are doctors. First Aid, being a classy guy, fucking ogles Springer the entire time they’re talking.

You’ve heard of “Men Writing Women”, now it’s time for “Roberts Writing Robots”. Yes, this is THAT scene, and it’s on the first goddamn page.

First Aid, wanting to be of use to his idol, offers his medical expertise, completely willing to fix Springer’s nose, give him a breast reduction, and even update the circuit dampeners he doesn’t have. Springer, while flattered, isn’t looking for that sort of help. He’s looking for folks who have a lot to give.

The phrasing he uses makes First Aid think that he’s about to be recruited to the Wreckers- in other words, about to be put in line for a slow and awful death- but Springer clarifies that he’s looking more for eyes and ears to help him, not so much bodies. He hands First Aid a card with his number, and says to give him a call sometime.

Cutting back to the present, First Aid is walking through the rows of patient slabs, where we see an honestly horrifying practice in play- every patient in Delphi has their non-essential functions turned off to conserve power. This includes things like the ability to move, and speak.

Because that couldn’t possibly have any negative repercussions.

He checks in on the Fader he’s been assigned, confirms that, yes, his head IS still missing from his neck, then makes to walk out of the room, only to be startled by the sudden entry of a stretcher and Ambulon. Here, Ambulon is identified as a chief paramedic, as opposed to being a ward manager. Whether this is early installment weirdness or a simple mistake isn’t clear.

Ambulon is quickly followed by Dogfight, Dodger, and Backstreet(’s back, alright!) First Aid gets to work, by checking the three of them for injuries, paying special attention to their Autobot badges.

This is the reason Rung had to call in at the beginning of MTMTE #4, though it might be more because First Aid can’t act like a professional of five friggin’ minutes.

Oh, Delphi’s HR department is getting a call for sure.

First Aid, while a known fondler of badges, has never had this exact reaction. He runs off to make a phone call, leaving the injured Dodger to wait for the surgery he’s going to undergo the moment First Aid gets back.

Meanwhile, somewhere else- I’m guessing Kimia- Rung has an appointment underway with a dude named Flattop.

Flattop’s TFWiki article is one of the most depressing on the entire site, and it’s completely “Bullets”’s fault.

You see, Flattop’s attempting to talk through his trauma, but it’s difficult.

This level of insight is why they pay Rung the big bucks.

The war, while terrible for everyone’s mental health, has given Rung a slew of patients to handle.

Gee, wonder who that medic was.

Anyway, so Flattop’s deal- he was at Babu Yar, which was an event that was apparently so terrible, everyone involved was offered brand new bodies as compensation. He’s currently hiding underneath a table, which Rung identifies as “playing to type”. Flattop isn’t even here to talk about Babu Yar, but it’s good to know that war is still hell.

The reason Flattop’s actually here is this: he was serving under Silverstreak- another one of Rung’s patients, and someone who I’m convinced might actually be a Warrior cat given the name- and was going to check something out when he saw something utterly terrifying.

Rung gets Flattop out from under the table, and they talk about what the Shimmer means. Flattop is convinced that since he’s seen the thing, he’s going to die. You see, folklore in space is very similar to its counterpart on Earth, in that it’s a warning swathed in story to make it easily digestible.

Rung, who tries to keep things rational, offers to give Flattop a few possible explanations for what he saw. Because Flattop had only recently gotten his hot new bod a short while before he saw the Shimmer, it’s completely possible he had had a hallucination due to the adjustment period. Another theory is that Flattop has PTSD. Which, I mean, yeah.

While Rung was busy trying to explain what had happened, Flattop friggin’ died.

Awkward.

Over with Ironfist- because “Bullets” is a prequel- we’re in the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee. Xaaron, Animus, and Trailbreaker of all people, have come together to pass judgement on Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets. There’s a lot of hemming and hawing, and Ironfist reflects on how they got to this moment, while fiddling with a data slug to burn off the nerves.

This is just after the Surge happened, an event kicked off by the betrayal of the Autobot cause allowed Megatron to seize a majority of the Autobot outposts. It was a huge deal, a lot of shit was stolen, including the Weak Anthropic Principle, and it left everyone a little twitchy towards one another. Trust is not in vogue at present.

Kimia’s in a mess of trouble anyway, however, due to the events of Babu Yar, where Gideon’s Glue had rained down on the Autobot troops under Flame’s command, eaten to Swiss cheese by something eerily similar to something being developed on the station.

So an investigation was established. Brainstorm, who’s apparently big man on campus here at Kimia, is questioned, as is everyone else. Of course, no one cops to having invented Gideon’s Glue, because that’s a big ol’ war crime, so the questioning goes nowhere, but now there’s a precedent for mistrust on this science station.

Anyway, back to the bullet thing.

Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets are designed to hit the head, every single time, ignoring trajectory, ballistic physics, what you think is possible, and the Geneva Convention. It’s fired, it hits the first brain it identifies. Brutal stuff. Effective, but brutal.

Trailbreaker’s not a fan.

I mean, maybe? I guess it depends how gray your morality is. I bet Prowl would like them.

After telling Trailbreaker to keep it professional, Xaaron tells Ironfist that using these bullets would be a literal war crime, and he’s got a little over a day to hand them over to the Committee for destruction. Meeting adjourned!

Ironfist is left standing there until his good buddy Skyfall checks in on him. Ironfist is kind of bummed out, but Skyfall knows how to cheer him up- by comparing him to Impactor, former leader of the Wreckers, and one of Ironfist’s fan-crushes.

Man, this makes the Pova reveal a little harsher in hindsight, huh?

Skyfall invites Ironfist to the Exit Rooms, a place where the Kimia employees can drink and no one will give a shit, and as they make their way over they run into Brainstorm.

Brainstorm gets some interesting development in this story.

That’s right, not only are his weapons completely insane, and in some cases literally abstract, they’re apparently often so incredibly dangerous that the Ethics Committee loses sleep over the fact that they exist.

And Brainstorm loves it.

No wonder Trailbreaker was so annoyed in his Spotlight.

Skyfall asks about what’s in Brainstorm’s briefcase, gets an answer that’s likely a lie, then the boys head over to the Exit Rooms.

Over on Hydrus 5, it’s raining cats and dogs, and this is somehow the Transformers fault. I guess the universe bends to the will of what would be the most dramatic, as everyone takes a break from warmongering to soul-search.

Or ego-stroking. That works too.

Here is our dear Pyro, reveling in the aftermath of a battle that destroyed the natural ecosystem of the land, but at least they kicked those ‘Cons’ asses!

Pyro, who’s revealed to be maybe perhaps not the best at coming up with one-liners, is left alone for a bit as Afterburner goes to check on the rest of their men. As he tries to piece together a speech to deliver, he sees a green something- they’re always green, aren’t they?- and that something is the Shimmer.

Well, heck.

Over on the dilapidated space station of Debris (wow, that’s even less subtle than usual for this franchise) Springer’s holding a bullet. I mean, it’s not really a bullet, and the Decepticon who fired it wasn’t really a Decepticon.

I want you to know that I keep track of how many times 113 comes up in these stories, and for “Bullets" it’s a LOT.

Today’s letter from Agent 113 foreshadows/hindshadows the events of Last Stand, claiming that the DJD hasn’t heard anything from Garrus-9 since the Surge happened. Prowl’s concerned that Fortress Maximus is still alive in there and fighting off the Decepticons while waiting for backup, so he recently called Springer and invited the Wreckers on a mission.

All Springer has to do is pick some sorry sons of guns to die.

Over with Guzzle, who is romanticizing a weapon, comparing his gun to a religious artifact, our dear little bastard man has realized that he does, in fact, have emotions, and is in mourning over his lost comrades, who died rescuing Kup from Tsiehshi. Guzzle doesn’t much appreciate this whole “feeling” thing, and would rather it didn’t get in the way of him shooting statues for no other reason than him wanting to. Then he sees the Shimmer, and feels fear. He doesn’t much care for that, either.

Even Nick Roche is powerless to stop this madness.

We reconfirm the fact that Ironfist is a massive nerd, then are shown that the bullet accident that will have killed him by the end of Last Stand #5 has already happened. Ever so slowly, the bullet is heading for Ironfist’s brain. Every time it hits a new layer of his noggin, he blacks out.

Ironfist is going to leave on his super-fun, not-at-all-traumatizing Wrecker adventure soon, and he’s promised Skyfall his workshop. Skyfall was at Grindcore for a while, and that kind of gave him PTSD, so when Ironfist had gotten accepted to Kimia, he’d brought him along for the ride.

I like to call Grindcore Eugenesis-lite.

Because Skyfall is a reckless son of a gun with access to Ironfist’s workshop, he inadvertently caused a major incident with something called Black Phosphex, which resulted in the deaths of several Autobots because it wasn’t properly tested. This landed him in Garrus-9 for a bit, in a temporary career-path deviation, until it was time to come home to Kimia, just in time for the Inquiry.

Are stans always this intense? Because good lord, Ironfist.

Over at Karashi Delta, in the aftermath of a fierce battle, Rotorstorm is hyping himself the fuck up.

But does he buy it himself?

Hmm, survey says no.

Of course, verbal abuse isn’t the only thing we’ll be getting here. No, things begin to escalate pretty rapidly with Jetstream, who moves from shoving to almost beating Rotorstorm to death in a matter of months, before disappearing from the station forever.

Dang, this Jetstream fella kinda sucks. What’s his friggin’ problem?

Ah.

Again, I can’t stress this enough, Whirl’s awful flipper claws from back during his time as a cop do not make a nice fist. He was basically stabbing Rotorstorm. Who let this man be a teacher?

Rotorstorm is snapped out of his self-deprecating flashbacks by the sight of something on the canyon lip up ahead. It’s the gotdang Shimmer. Rotorstorm books it, not wanting to be caught by a harbinger of death. It doesn’t work, but points for trying.

Back on Debris, Springer’s picked his new recruits. Now all he has to do is call them up. Hey, isn’t Springer green? Green like the Shimmer? How about that.

Back on Kimia, Skyfall’s wandered into Ironfist’s workshop to share the gossip on Fisitron’s latest Wreckers: Declassified. Folks are a bit critical of his writing style, it would seem.

Of course Swerve knows what fan-fiction is. He seems like exactly the type to make fun of it, then read a 43,000 word fic in a single sitting, under cover of darkness, burning with shame all the while.

After making a note on his current Wreckers: Declassified document to ease up on the adverbs, Ironfist switches gears and gets busy on his other project: an Unofficial Wreckers’ Training Guide. I wonder when the switch from Primal Vanguard to Wreckers as a hyperfixation happened for him.

Ironfist asks Skyfall what entry he’s currently on, and the answer is a ways away from the latest one. Skyfall’s a slow reader, but he doesn’t want to just beam it all into his brain because it feels like cheating. He asks Ironfist when he’s going to cover the Wreckers’ mission to Garrus-9, the one that happened while he was there being not-imprisoned. Ironfist gives a non-answer, then asks if Skyfall wants to help with packing up the war-crime guns. Skyfall most certainly does not.

Ironfist starts breaking everything down when he gets a call from Prowl, as happened in Last Stand #4.

Back with Springer, we’re giving our dad a hug, as he greets Kup. It’s here we find out who Ironfist replaced on the Wrecker team for Operation: Retrieval- it was Skyfall. Skyfall had impressed Springer during their last Garrus-9 excursion, and thought that he’d be a good fit for the team, despite the Black Phosphex incident.

Kup goes full old man story time mode about how insanely boring Prowl is, while Springer gets the door. On the other side is Twin Twist, Top Spin, and Perceptor. They hold the vote, Ironfist given immunity due to unmentioned Prowl reasons, and Springer gets ready to call all their new pals.

Back at Ironfist’s workshop, Ironfist reflects on just how his life got to this point. He’s going to join the Wreckers! Never mind the fact that he’ll be going to die, and that’s if the bullet crawling around in his skull doesn’t get him first. Never mind the very likely possibility that he’s being exploited by Prowl. Nah, he’s gonna go on an adventure! It’s gonna be awesome! Yaaaaay!

It doesn’t pay to be blue and naive when Roberts is handling the story. Just ask Pipes.

Or don’t. You won’t get an answer.

Called it.

Ironfist, starstruck, bumbles his way through the conversation we saw in the Mosaic, and so it was that he became a Wrecker. All he has to do is pop on over to Rung’s office, get his head examined, then get his butt on over to Babu Yar.

Telecon work completed, Springer reflects on the fact that Guzzle turned him down. It’s not often someone turns down the chance to be a Wrecker.

Oh, well, never mind then.

Ironfist immediately tells Skyfall about what’s happened, because he’s just so jazzed to be a Wrecker. Skyfall isn’t quite as thrilled, but does his best to be supportive.

And by that I mean he’s not listening in the slightest as he’s already planning out the interior design for the workshop once Ironfist is gone. I bet he’ll get Atomizer to help him, the tacky bastard.

Skyfall runs off to go look at paint swatches or whatever, and Ironfist finalizes the stuff for the Ethics Committee pickup.

Oh, so that appointment wasn’t on Kimia after all. Can we please get some sort of fast-track program for the mental health specific degrees? We can’t keep using Rung for everybody, he’s only one person.

Oh heavens, Ironfist, be careful.

Ironfist gets another call, and we jump scenes before we can figure out just who rang or why.

Brief timeskip, and we find ourselves at Babu Yar, as Ironfist introduces himself to Guzzle and his gun.

Ironfist is about as smooth as coarse-grit sandpaper.

While Ironfist is busy revealing his nerd shame to Guzzle, someone’s decided to be a cocky little asshole.

Oh, dramatic irony. Always a delightful sort of pain.

Rotorstorm cranks up the “I’m hot shit” act to 11.5, doing completely unnecessary flips and talking himself up like he will literally die if he doesn’t.

Off in the distance, something disingenuously impressive comes up over the hill.

Of course, it’s not Optimus Prime, but it is someone who would very much like to be him. Such is the nature of primus apotheosis. Gang’s all here!

This is going to turn out fan-fucking-tastic.

Rotorstorm and Guzzle want to play with the big gun Ironfist brought along, and since Ironfist is going to die anyway, he lets them go for it. This would be why everything was on fire at the start of the miniseries.

Yep. Just gotta make it hurt just a little more, doncha Roberts? Just gotta twist the knife.

Nine months after the events of the Garrus-9 mission, Skyfall is upset. He’s gone and played himself by not attending the Ethics Committee hearings, and they’ve taken all his toys away as a result. He tries to mask his lack of concern for safety precautions behind a facade of missing Ironfist, but it doesn’t get him the weapons back.

Feeling cross, he decides it’s about time he made a visit to the Exit Rooms to blow off a little steam.

Later, he gets a call. Worried that his lack of ethics and/or his drunken squabbling has gotten him in trouble yet again, he’s loathe to answer, but does anyway.

Ghost call!

No, it’s actually a prerecorded message, one that claims that Skyfall killed Ironfist. Ironfist had asked Brainstorm to take a gander at the gun after he got shot, and found that it had been tampered with, set to go off on its own when held a certain way. That’s who was calling before he left for his Wrecker mission. 

Skyfall starts to panic, expecting the security detail for Kimia to bust into the workshop at any second. 

Ironfist knows that only Skyfall could have done this to him, but he doesn’t know the exact motive. Was it because he was jealous of how good a weapons expert he was? A chip on his shoulder about Grindcore? Whatever the reason, Ironfist isn’t terribly concerned at the time of the recording. What he is concerned about is Gideon’s Glue.

Ironfist had, in fact, invented Gideon’s Glue, but he’d been so horrified by what the shit actually did, he flushed it into space and destroyed all research before the Ethics Committee even knew about it. It still got to the Decepticons, though, didn’t it? How could such a thing happen?

Probably not, considering what happens next.

Ironfist is a smart guy, but more importantly, he knows how to reach his audience. Literally, in this case, as Skyfall finds out, when the Enforcement Squad starts trying to break down the door. Ironfist had the message that Skyfall is currently listening to primed for beaming into all of Fisitron’s reader’s brains. Everyone knows what happened. Swerve. Atomizer. Ratchet, who’s over on Earth right now. First Aid, who has enough bullshit to worry about on Delphi without this nonsense. You. Me. Everyone.

Skyfall, in a mad attempt to save himself, throws some of Ironfist’s Wrecker memorabilia at the door, and out pops that last tube of Gideon’s Glue.

There’s only one way out of this one.

This got really intense at the end, didn’t it?

[dandyvespa]

I-Land Final Episode and Thoughts *SPOILERS! duh*

For anyone who has kept up with I-Land, I understand how emotional and nerve-wracking this episode was for them.  After developing a connection with a lot of the participants and sharing in their memories, its hard to see anyone being let go.  It has been just as much of journey for them as it was for the fans who supported them and at the end of the day, regardless of who debuts, there will be people who will be disappointed by the final results.  But please please PLEASE understand that you should not put the blame on them or even break them down just because your favorite did not make it.  All of these boys worked hard to get where they are and though it stings for those who did not make it, please support whatever flower path any of them have taken and continue to support and spread love.  With that being said, I would just like to use the rest of this post on my final thoughts on the episode and debut line.  If you are caught up with the show, please read ahead.  Thank you :)

First I would like to say that the preparations done for the final performance, the OT22 interaction and performance, the funny bits of preparing PR videos, dividing roles, and playing Truth or Dare, and the home-cooked meals sent from their parents were all just an emotional roller coaster.  I laughed and I cried.  To see those boys grow was something very special to me and to see their individual selves shine through personalities or skills were always a treat.  Having these segments were really meant to lighten the mood for the final lineup to come.  Personally, Sunghoon developed the most out of his shy exterior and his personality was so confident and funny in the pre-recorded videos.  I also thought Jay... could never escape his dark history LOL.   Also Heeseung’s brother teasing him and telling him to tell Jay he adores him was very cute.  Seeing everyone help each other with the PR videos was adorable and heart-warming (Heeseung even had a whole production team haha).  Jungwon dressed up as a sheep still sticks with me though haha.  Seeing OT22 come together also had me in tears and stitches.  It was so cute seeing them all hang out in I-land and despite how whack it was for the Grounders to never experience it, they looked so happy being with their friends and taking part in this little world even if it was for a short time. Also loved how they would easily throw others under the bus during Truth or Dare and the Questions they voted on.  The love and support their parents got and how each of them could not hold back their tears was really the icing on the cake.  No matter where these boys go, their family will always be their for them more than anything else.  Just all those moments leading up to their debut lineup really put a toll on me and it just made me feel like a proud mom

Okay the team name?  I am sooooooooooo glad its not Dragon Gee or Dee or whatever that speculated name was going around on Twitter.  Enhypen is odd but in a good way.   Its different and it will stick with time even though I still may just call them the I-Land group for now lol.  Pretty curious about what the fandom name will be too (but honestly I think I would still call myself an Eggie haha).

TXT and BTS’s presence was neat.  I wish more of the TXT member’s got to speak but having them all physically there was nice.  Though I will say it was just awkward not seeing them cheer as much.  I also felt like BTS was just bored at some points or were just glazing over when having to wait on each member getting called out.  They did have their humorous moments which was nice to see, definitely lifted the tension in the room and I’m glad they joked a bit (especially Suga losing it lol) instead of remaining completely serious.  Their advice and encouragement were all appreciated too.  Jhope being an avid viewer really showed.  Also plus points for Jungwon getting Jungkook’s attention uwu.   I still wish they could have interacted more and mentored some of them over the course of the show.  The slim TXT interactions with Heeseung such as Taehyun and Yeonjun’s reactions made me wanting more damn it.  But hey, at least we get to see them more often in the BigHit building.  I love a good family.

So the Calling performance was A M A Z I N G.  I personally thought they were so coherent as a group and made me wishing OT9.  There were some who really shine in their parts, but I think all of them stood out one or more times to me.  The dance was pretty powerful and a lot of them improved vocally.  Again, it makes me feel like a proud mom seeing them all at this point, grown and amazing.  The Into the I-Land performance also made me feel that way as well.  They all looked so good together and were pretty in sync given that they were fucking 22 of them.  The nostalgia was really hitting in me and I also teared uo like a big ass baby.  But can I just say... and let’s be real here.... Every single song on this show has been a bop and I would be thrilled to see a whole Soundtrack Album for I-Land on Spotify.  Like P L E A S E.

Now onto the debut line! I was S H O C K E D.  You can clearly tell these votes were not rigged in the slightest and this was solely based on global votes always shifting which was appreciated.  I did not see this order coming and it did turn out slightly different then my post on my preferred I-Land debut line.  So starting with number 1.... YANG FUCKING JUNGWON.   I was pleasantly surprised and I literally jumped out of my bed when I heard him place first instead of Sunoo.  This was the complete definition of people who initially slept on him finally waking.  I was soooo thrilled.  Bro really came in last by the last Producer vote and then climbed all the way to first.  Our lovely sheep garden and hidden ace, a big congrats!  

Jay also left his cursed 6th spot and got second! Again another well-deserved man who gave it his all from the beginning and was no stranger to being straightforward and a go getter.  His stubbornness and hilarity will lead this group lol.  

Jake getting third was a big shock as well.  Our icon of improvement!  To think he was always on the verge of getting placed out of the top 7 members and made it here? Also considering his benefit put him in 7th once when he literally could have been the eliminated member that episode.  UGH.  Our Aussie boy did great and seriously improved performance after performance.  

Next up.... NIKIIIIIII.  Now I’m gonna be real I thought it was gonna be K.  I never placed Niki in my debut prediction, but his Flame On performance really change everything for me.  Actually, just the whole second part of I-Land was very impactful for him.  I was always hesitant about his sportsmanship and whether he was too selfish in the first part (the constant evil-editing did not help, Mnet...), but thanks to other members, he really matured and took a greater lead in things.  I really began to fall for him when we got to see him more playful and interactive with other members.  Like I really thought he was much happier and understanding throughout the second half of the show.  So kudos to him!  

Coming in 5th place was Heeseung.  I was actually confused man.  When he was called first at this point, I just knew this global vote line up will be verrrry different.  I was still relieved that he made it and seeing him choke up, this boy who has been going at it the longest among the 9 participants at 3 years to finally debut.... Gosh I could not.  As someone who is also Heeseung biased, I was so so so happy for him.  Think we all know regardless of which place he got, the boy was destined to debut.  My Ace heart feels full ^^.  Go get him Leader!!!

Now 6th place... my Ice Prince... Sunghoon! I was actually the most nervous for him.  I saw so many people saying that Sunghoon was last in votes or was in danger because a lot of people had the mentality that given his popularity they should reserve the votes for the people who would most likely be eliminated.  I think that’s why Heeseung and Sunoo were scored low too.  Now I am also biased towards him.  I was thinking like what would I do if none of my favorite Bighit trainees (Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jungwon) do not make it?  But when he was called to take up the last spot in global voting, I did a back flip (not really but yeah lol).  Given that Sunghoon has never gotten any brutal feedback from the Producers and has always adapted to each concept, he deserved this.  Just everything he has been through... And shifting his life from being an ice skater of 10 years to this path as an idol.... hold up let me get some damn tissues.  May he continue to break out of his shell and show his continuous charms!

Ok the producer choice for 7th place... Again did not see that coming.  Sunoo constantly ranking high in global votes only to be one of the deciding factors was another big surprise.  I have said that Sunoo’s sunshine personality would be needed, especially if the group were to do cute or youthful concepts.  His health had been concerning, but he was able to manage himself so well.  Even with powerful choreo!  He is not really one of the best dancers but he had always been able to do his part.  I really thought the Producers would choose K, but I really thought Bang PD boiled it down to overall skill and personality appeal.  He even claimed that Sunoo would connect best with the world with his joyful outlook.  I honestly could not agree more. I just people do not rail him for being picked as they should now understand he is not just some cute face and has proven that multiple times.  Sunshine Fighting! :)

The eliminated trainees were K and Daniel.  Though I thought Daniel has improved a lot, he was just outshined.  I also think at his age he should have more time spent in sharpening his skills.  What was more devastating was K.  He looked like he was obliterated.  I mean both of them were naturally sad, but K was just gone to me.  I was really hoping that he would make the debut line.  K has shown himself as a performer multiple times and was praised for his choreography skills.  He even showed to have learned from past behaviors and matured more as a person when taking the leader role.  To see him grow and understand where he went wrong.... ugh I really could not bear him looking that way.  His thoughts were all over the place and he could barely choke out what he wanted to say.  I just hope he meant what he said and actually continues to enjoy music and develop himself as a performer.  I knew how much his mom was initially livid at the idea of him becoming an idol so I hope he gets another chance at showing her that he can still do this. Now understand this does not mean you should blame Sunoo for being chosen or complain that Sunoo does not deserve it.  I already feel like he is gonna be haunted with the grim reminder that he was chosen instead and think that he doesn’t deserve this because he is not as skilled as K.  And people are gonna bandwagon hate on him... and again I say please DO NOT DO THAT.  At the end of the day, no matter how much you want OT9 or OT22, this is a survival show and these participants signed up for this.  Yes there will be fans who are disappointed, but you shouldn’t waste your anger on the other trainees who were able to succeed instead of your faves. I don’t want this moment to completely wreck K or Daniel’s chances at being an idol again.  Same goes for rest of the eliminated I-Land members.  This is definitely not the end for any of them so please go on with hope guys because I know you will still have many people’s support!  They will end up on the same stage as their colleagues one day.  

The last thing I want to say is that though this has been a tough journey and though there may be people who will not be satisfied with the debut line, everyone worked hard.  From the participants to the fans and even the Producers, all of them played a special role in making I-Land bearable and exciting to watch.  This is a big congrats to everyone who took part in the show despite having to go through many hardships.  With that being said let us continue to support the futures of the eliminated I-Land members as well as the grand success of Enhypen.  I smell 4th gen leaders :D. Welcome to the BigHit family Enhypen and may your fans, your wings, fly you even higher once you officially debut. F I G H T I N G!

Now... will you guys join in during the next season of I-Land for the next global girl group? :3

.... Ya’ll already know I am lol.

[laceymorganwrites]

Keigo

Word Count: 2,133

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 267, Dabi is Touya Theory, angst with a happy ending, swearing, hurt and comfort

A/N: chapter 267 happens 

        me: *cracks knuckles* (also, I wanted to post this before the next chapter Comes out so there are two Posts today!)

All of his life Hawks was looking for the meaning of it. He came to the conclusion that there simply wasn´t one. How could there be? Heroes were selfish, he was no better, just a weapon of the government to do with as they pleased. Sure, he was popular and working alongside his personal savior, Endeavor, was exciting and a privilege. But that was about it.

He had to shed his name from a young age on and with it the chance of ever building his own personality and character. Hawks didn´t believe in anything but what he got taught and told, but over the years, now especially, that facade started to crumble.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to be Keigo Takami again, he was sick of his fans, didn´t they know that he was lying to all of them?

Nothing in his life was true, nothing genuine, there was no happiness in it, only pretentious public appearances he learned to hate.

It didn´t bother him much in the beginning, he was hopeful, naive and dumb. He just wanted to be a hero like his idol, was that really so wrong?

Over the years Keigo realized that he could´ve been a hero if only the government didn´t get to him first. Maybe if they never picked him up and he became a hero on his own, he´d have a clear conscience by now, he would´ve never had so many secrets and blood on his hands as he did now.

Hawks couldn´t even tell anyone about his inner conflict, about the regret he felt, how he wished to have never taken the job in the first place, especially his current mission. The mission he failed like an idiot. He couldn´t stop beating himself up over it.

You were a police officer, quirkless, apparently useless in today´s society and Hawks envied you.

He found himself wandering aimlessly at night often after he took the mission, wondering if it was the right decision.

You were just finishing up arresting some burglars when you saw him, a frown formed on your face. You always thought heroes were so stuck up and mocked people like you, you found yourself wondering if the police or fire force were even needed anymore, after all the heroes were there to save the day, weren´t they?

But all they did was having flashy fights in public, leaving the dirty clean up work to you.

No, you weren´t a great fan of heroes, but you gave up speaking your mind on the matter since everyone always said you were just jealous that they had quirks and you didn´t.

Of course that was bullshit, you didn´t need a quirk to survive.

Hawks sighed, shoulders slumping, watching you leave the station.

“Rough day, number two?” you chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you saw the hero that was usually so laid back and easy to talk to. But now he just looked so wrecked.

“You have no idea” he gave you a charming smile, dramatically positioning his hand over his chest.

The comment made you roll your eyes as you tried very hard to suppress a smile. Naturally, you failed. How couldn´t you in the presence of the winged hero? Sure, he was handsome, but you never cared about that, you only cared about the fact that he was witty, he seemed like a guy who could make everyone laugh, and damn, you really could use a good laugh right now.

“You shouldn´t complain so much, you get paid a lot, everyone loves you… you´re not completely understaffed and have to take care of all the break ins and thieves in a ten person team” you said, mockingly, yet there was truth in your words. You and your team split the city so that each of you covered a certain area. Every day you spent your day running after criminals, putting them behind bars and then running after other ones. And still you did it, if you didn´t no one would, it would only mean more work for the heroes and to be honest, most of them, at least the top tier ones, they already had their hands full. You saw it on TV every day, heroes battling villains that made your blood freeze, you could never stand up to them.

“I think you´d get the job done faster with me around” he rested his arms behind his head, a precious smile on his face. If you´d only know how fake that smile was and how honest his words were.

“Not gonna lie, we could really use someone like you in our team” you sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile.

Hawks visited you more often after work, he felt like all of his responsibilities were gone whenever he was with you. He treasured those moments, he could finally let go and be himself, whoever that might be, but that was the great thing, with you, he could explore all that. And over time he even started flirting with you, something you tried to ignore for as long as possible. You didn´t want to be just another one of his fangirls, but honestly, why did you care? He was a hero, the number two at that, he could get whatever he wanted and who were you to deny him? You had to admit he was pretty cute and it did feel nice to have his attention. So you flirted back, exciting to see where this would go.

Never once in your life did you think that a stable relationship would be born of your meetings.

And yet, here you were, Hawks was now the most precious part of your life, you didn´t want to imagine it without him in it. He opened up to you, not completely letting you in on his inner conflict and identity crisis yet, but enough to show you that he fully trusted you.

He knew he never should´ve engaged in this relationship with you, it was a distraction that could cost him or you his life, it was a possible danger to his mission. And it was his way to say fuck it. It was a fuck you to the government, oh how he thrived on it. Not that that was all you were, to him you were everything, you were his calm and peace, his normality. And normal was something he really craved in his life.

You only ever saw him at his worst, tired and completely broken after coming home from yet another stressful day at work, this mission really took his toll on him but you never asked about it, thinking that it was better this way.

His mission was over however, you saw it all over the news, the heroes have won. They all looked equally worn out and injured.

After a week everything seemed to have calmed down, the heroes in the hospital were finally released and everything went back to normal.

Only that Hawks still hasn´t returned. And that scared you.

You wanted to know where he was, if he was alive, you wanted to see him, but nobody would let you.

You spent your days awake, jumping at every motion at the door, but it wasn´t him. Of course you still had to work, but you couldn´t focus on anything else but Hawks.

Again you went home, had a shower and prepared food for yourself. You still made too much, hoping he´d come back to you. Maybe he was just tired of you, which you couldn´t blame him for, but the thought alone still hurt enough.

So focused on staring at the stove, you didn´t notice the door opening, you only realized that Hawks was back when he hugged you from behind and you felt his weight, instantly calming your nerves.

“Babe!” you turned around, hugging him back, not looking at him completely, not taking in all the damage he took. He was back, that was all that counted for now. You had to calm down first, crying into his shoulder, you didn´t want to let go of him.

“Are you hurt?” you finally let go of him, frantically wiping the tears off your face and freezing when you saw his state. His eyes were empty, filled with tears as he sobbed, whatever happened, it broke him and it broke your heart. He had scarred burns all over his face, his wings were gone and so was his usual happy aura.

“Yes...” he answered your question, nodding and burying his head in your chest, pulling you close to him, he needed your touch right now, needed to know you were there for him like always.

“Hey, why don´t we sit down, hm?” you turned off the stove, you could prepare the food later, and took Hawks´ hand to lead him to the couch.

There he curled up to you, his arms around your waist and his face buried in your lap, crying out his tears and you let him. You caressed his back, soothing him, putting your hands in his hair and gently tugging at the strands.

“I killed him….I killed my friend” he sobbed, you didn´t say anything. He´d tell you about the mission when he was ready.

“He didn´t even do anything! He was a good man….and still I…. I´m a murderer. I´m not a hero. I´m not what they made me, I´m just a piece of shit” he cried out, his words hurt you, whatever happened there, it changed him. He wasn´t the man he used to be.

Hawks raised his face to look at you, his eyes were desperate.

“I have a name, you know?” he pleaded, clinging onto your shirt like a lost child.

“Of course you do, baby...you just never told me” you rubbed his back again, then taking his face in your hands to caress it gently, careful not to touch the wound too much.

“Because I wasn´t allowed to….they said I didn´t need it anymore...that I could become a hero. But it was all a lie...” he called out, trying to explain what was going on in his head.

“Touya knew it...he told me, he was my friend too...and I couldn´t stop him...I couldn´t help him...we were friends when we were children, but he couldn´t take it...he got away, he was saved. I was too stupid to understand, but he managed to make it. And now I understand him, now I understand why he wants to destroy the hero society… I mean do we really need heroes? We barely won, I failed my mission, I failed to be a hero, I can´t do anything right...and the others, they just play along, they still believe in it” he rambled, it didn´t really make sense to you, but you listened. You wondered who Touya was and what happened to Hawks and him in their past. But now wasn´t the time to ask.

“What´s your name?” you asked after he calmed down a bit.

Hawks looked up to you as if you were an angel, which to him, you were.

“I´m Keigo Takami” he answered and in this moment the last shackle that bound him to the government shattered. He had a name and he had every right to use it. He was human, he had an identity and he was allowed to figure out what that was, he mattered.

“I missed you, Keigo. I´m glad you´re back” you hugged him and he melted into the hug.

Over the course of the next months Keigo told you everything about his past, his mission, his childhood friend Touya and everything else. He wasn´t Hawks anymore, his wings were gone for good, therefore he was quirkless now.

But that didn´t mean he was useless.

The two of you were a great tag team in the police, he could smile again, genuinely this time, it was like waking up from a nightmare in your comforting arms. He could be Keigo, he could be himself, he could be happy and smile and actually mean it this time.

It was relieving beyond belief.

Working at the police was relaxing and exciting at the same time, he loved working there, nobody there tried to control him and make him do things against his moral code while calling themselves heroes and the best for society.

And most of all, he loved you. He loved living with you, waking up and going to sleep in your arms, returning home to you, watching bad movies and making out on the couch, talking to you, hearing your opinions on things, just your presence was enough to brighten his day.

He was so lucky to have you.

Now that he lost his wings, he also lost everything that held him back, everything that forbade him to be himself.

[getitinbusan]

When your cheating ex calls months later will you answer?

Jungkook

Cheating, Heartbreak, Angst and Sex

You were just about to fall asleep when your phone went off.  With an exasperated sigh you rolled over wondering which of your friends was in need. You moved for the device a little annoyed but felt obligated to answer, after all,  they'd been there for you no questions asked during the break up. 

The screen lit up "DO NOT ANSWER" and your heart dropped. You'd once read that it was a good idea to rename your ex in your phone so you wouldn't feel temptation to communicate but that was months ago. You made the fatal mistake of not deleting his contact picture and now here he was showing up on your screen. He never did try and call, this was the first time you were faced with the decision of answering.  

Setting your phone down you pulled the covers over your head and tried to block it out of your mind.  A single notification pinged through your duvet and bounced around your head before you surrendered. With a mind of its own your hand snuck out of your blanket fort and picked up the cold device 

JK: Please Y/N, I really need you right now.  

Y/N: Why are you doing this to me Jungkook? I'm finally getting over you.  

JK: I'm selfish and I'm stupid but I'm also the loneliest I've ever been in my life. Our apartment is so empty, I haven't been able to sleep in our bed since you left. 

Y/N: I'm not the one who left Jungkook. You seem to forget that you checked out of this relationship before I packed my boxes.  

JK: Can I please just see you? 

JK: Please 

JK: 

Y/N: Are you really crying right now?  

JK: I haven't stopped since…. Fuck, I know you hate me, its killing me. Please just let me apologize in person 

You knew it was the wrong choice, seeing him was just going to rip your heart in two again.  

Y/N: Send a fucking car

The door man greeted you with a closed mouth smile and a nod. Embarrassment creeped through your being whenever people looked at you with pity, "I'll let Mr. Jeon know you're here."

Meeting you at the elevator he looked a mess. He'd lost some muscle and his skin was pale, his sunken eyes were red and tired. Reaching out to hug you, he thought better and instead jammed his firsts into the pockets of his worn grey track pants.  He was wearing a T-shirt and you were forced to observe his tattoos like a fucking train wreck. They were like a banner, there written across the body you once worshiped, saying, "I fucked someone else."

He noticed you looking at his arm and ran his hand over it, "I guess you haven't seen them yet." He proudly held it out for you. You felt sick to your stomach, "Yeah, I don't really want to look at them Jungkook. You could at least have the decency to put on a fucking sweater or something."

He was puzzled by your reaction but reached for his flannel button down hanging off the back of the couch anyway. The tears came immediately, you needed to make him understand what he'd done. You sobbed his name, "Jungkook, how am I supposed to look at you when her writing is all over you in permanent ink?" 

He dropped to his knees looking up at you pleading, "But you have to, look at me Y/N, I never meant to hurt you. What can I do? I'll do anything to fix this."

The ache that had tormented your heart returned stronger than ever. "How am I supposed to trust you? You told me you were going to Geoje Island to hike Gyeryongsan Park. I didn't question you, I didn't ask you not to go, I wasn't a bad girlfriend Jungkook, I just fucking loved you. All I've been able to do for months is try to figure out how I screwed up… but I didn't, you did.  Now you have the nerve to ask ME how to fix it?"

You crumpled to the floor beside him crying uncontrollably, he was devastated finally seeing the effect his actions had on you. 

"I'm going to fix this, I'm going to put us back together," picking you up he carried you over to the couch and held you against his chest. You were both crying but the comfort of his heartbeat thrumming through you brought you a peace you'd missed so much. 

"All my life I've trained hard, I've done what I was told, I followed the rules and I've had to act as "Jungkook" the idol. The truth is, I don't know who Jeong-guk is. During the break I wasn't under the microscope, I just got to do what I felt like doing, and honestly, it felt really good. I hiked Gyeryongsan with my brother and we met a group of people, they were from the tattoo shop. I decided to just do it… because I wanted to. It took a few days so we got to know them, drank with them, ate with them, they just felt like friends." He paused his story sensing your agitation. 

 "Did you think of me at all Guk?" Your heart was racing, anger creeping back in as you remembered seeing the pictures online.  "We don't get to be seen in public, we don't get to hold hands, we don't get to go out to eat. Why was it okay with her?"

He took a deep breath, "I could because she wasn't you… because I didn't care,  because I wanted to see what would happen" He put his fingers in your hair and brushed it out of your face, "I can't with you, I need to protect you, I need to keep you safe and out of the spotlight so you don't get hurt. The fans can be really mean, I honestly don't know what I'd do if the people I am so grateful for turned on the person I love the most."  

You let your fingers fan out over his chest, just getting to touch him again made your heart race. You didn't want to get sucked back in but here you were, his words were believable and you even felt a little bad for him. He placed his hand on top of yours, his tattoos demanding your attention  "Why didn't you talk to me? You just let me go, let me believe what I saw." 

You traced the outline of the heart with your fingertip and you felt a tear land on your face as he leaned over you. "I was just trying to figure out who I was, I didn't think you'd love ME, especially after what you saw and heard. When we were in New Zealand I did a lot of reflecting, even though I'm struggling to know who I am, I'm less of that person without you. You not only make me more of the man I want to be, you put up with who I have to be." He kissed your forehead and you understood.  

"Guk…I'm so tired, take me to bed." He let out an audible sigh of relief knowing that you were willing to move forward with him.  

Raising your arms over your head he pulled your shirt off your body and replaced it gently with one of his oversized T-shirts. Turning down the sheets you crawled in, it felt like your mind could finally have a rest. Sure that your doubts and sadness would come back, at least for tonight, they had been defeated. He wrapped his arms around you as you both gave in to months of mental exhaustion, sleep conquering sadness, hope turning into dreams that once again dared to reveal themselves.  

The sunlight danced on your eyelids, the scent of Jungkook heavy in the air, you must be dreaming. Afraid to open your eyes, afraid it wouldn't be real you felt his hand on your waist and you couldn't help but smile.  He knew you were awake, nuzzling into your neck he whispered, "It feels like heaven having you back." 

Turning to him you placed your hand on his cheek, "My head is telling me to go but I really want to be here, please make me stay." 

Leaning in he kissed you, god it felt good. You'd blocked out every memory of the pleasure you'd once shared but with one kiss they came flooding back and you wanted him so badly inside of you.  

Roughly you kissed him and began tugging off his clothes. Pulling his shirt over his head the sight of his tattoos fueled an aggression in you to take back what was yours. "Tell me you love me Jungkook," you growled as his cock hardened in your hand.  

"I love you," he panted back, "I fucking love you more than anything."

He sucked your nipple into his mouth as you straddled him sinking down onto his eager dick. Both of you moaning you continued your assault, maybe you could fuck the pain away, "Did she make you feel this fucking good?" 

Like you weighed nothing he immediately flipped you onto your back, laying over top of you he stared frozen. 

"Stop,  just…stop….I didn't fuck her, I didn't do anything with her… I need you to believe that." He was crying, "please believe me"

You did, maybe it was naive but in that moment you really did.  Holding his face you let your lips ghost over his, "I believe you."

Taking control he moved slowly, deliberately, entering you while not breaking his lips away from yours. He rolled his hips deep into a rhythm that rubbed perfectly inside of you and you were lost.  The pleasure elevated by his admissions of love and desire for you as he called your name and moaned in time with his motions.

The raw feelings like electricity heightened your desire, as you let go you cried aloud clenching around him as you both came. "You're so beautiful giving yourself to me, I don't deserve you," he was so emotional, you'd never seen him like this. 

Laying together coming down from the high of passion, life did what it always does, the adrenaline had worn off and the truth came creeping back in. Unsure of what may or may not have happened it was a betrayal nonetheless. Trust had been lost, lies told and promises were broken.  Where did you go from here? 

He lay beside you stroking your hair with a small content grin on his face and you ran you hand over his chest, fingertips across his collar bone and skimming down his arm. The words on his skin screamed at you and sadness draped over you like a blanket of darkness. Noticing the wetness gathering on his chest,  he sat up to see the tears quietly fall down your cheeks. Leaning over he retrieved his long sleeve shirt off the floor and pulled it over his head. "I hope one day you can look at me and it won't hurt. My arms are supposed to protect you and comfort you not make you sad."

You rolled over to face him, " I hope so too."

[harryhooksgazebos267]

Looking at me~ Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Jungkook x idol!reader

Genre: Angst, comedy (not a lot)

Warnings: Probably cursing

Requested: Yes, based off of the song by Sabrina Carpenter titled Lookin at me

A/n: Anon, I’m so sorry 😖 This is absolute trash but I tried my best 🥺👉👈 I hope you like it…

MASTERLIST

It had been about a five months since you last talked to Jungkook and honestly, you had taken the break up pretty bad. Sure, he had been an asshole but that didn’t mean you didn’t love him. It had caused you to fall into severe depression and you couldn’t even leave your dorm for days. When the news of your break up came out, the media had a field day. The responses were pretty spilt on who they supported. Contrary to what Jungkook said, your group was actually pretty popular (you were apart of Red Velvet?? Like seriously dude, you didn’t even need him for popularity) so you had a lot of fans supporting you. But, of course with love there is always hate. At one point, the hate mixed with being hurt over Jungkook got so bad, that it caused your company to postpone your solo debut. The only reason you got out of your slump was because of you members, specifically Irene.

“Y/n you have to get out of bed! Why don’t we go get something to eat?” She suggested while jumping on your bed and laying next to you.

“No,” you mumbled as you snuggled even deeper into your blanket.

“You can’t sit and mope around all day you know.”

“Isn’t that’s exactly what I’ve been doing? So if you don’t mind, I shall continue on with my mopping,” you sass back as you turn and face the other way.

“Y/n,” she sighed out as she sat on her knees and placed her hand on your shoulder.

“What do I always tell you about men?” She questioned while shaking you a little.

“ᴹᵉⁿ ᵃᶦⁿ’ᵗ ˢʰᶦᵗ”

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you? What did you say?”

“Mᴇɴ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ sʜɪᴛ,” you muttered out a little louder, a small smile forming on your face.

“Oh come on, say it a little louder!”

“MEN AIN’T SHIT” You screamed causing the two of you to laugh.

“Ahhh come on, is that all you got?”

“MEN AIN’T SHIT! MEN AIN’T SHIT! MEN AIN’T SHIT!”

The two of you began to chant at the top of your lungs. Yeri and Joy suddenly came into the room, falling in sync with Irene and you. A few moments later, Seulgi and Wendy, who were just out shopping, came into the room looking really confused causing you all to stop. You all kind of just looked at each other and then in unison started the chant once more. That was the first time you had smiled or laughed in a loooong time. After that, you decided to change your entire solo song and performance. At first you had planned on doing a cute little love song but you felt as though that wouldn’t be the best thing to do. No, instead you decided to write a song that would basically be a big “fuck you!” to Jungkook.

Thus, bringing us to modern day! So, you had decided not to drop the MV for your song until after you performed it at the MAMA awards! With Jungkook and BTS all there to hear it! Cute right?

You were currently backstage getting yourself hyped for you performance. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. First of all, you were the first one in Red Velvet to have a solo debut and this would be the first time in months you had performed or been in the public eye. Second, there was the entire thing with Jungkook so…

“Y/n?”

Ah speak of the devil!

Turning around, you were met with the boys wide eyes as he smiled at you awkwardly.

“Jungkook,” you replied back with no emotion.

“You look so beautiful,” he commented as he eyed you up and down.

“I know, thanks.”

“Ummm how have you been?” He nervously asked as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“I’ve been great, how about you?” You questioned with a wide smile, he didn’t need to know how much he had hurt you.

“Do you want my honest answer or a lie?”

You thought about it for a second but decided one the latter.

“Honest I guess.”

“Honestly, I’ve felt like shit. I’ve felt so lost without you. Baby, I’m sorry for everything I said. I don’t even know what I was thinking, you know I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Clearly you met what you said, why else would you have said it,” you scoffed.

“I….okay I did mean it but it came out really wrong and I shouldn’t have said it to your face. I’m sorry y/n.”

“You shouldn’t have said it to my face?” You laughed out bitterly as you bit your lip and shook your head.

“Well, I’m glad you’re sorry because you should be but I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen by telling me all this. If you did it to make yourself feel less guilty or whatever, I hope it worked. Did it make me feel any better? No but you never were the best at making me feel good. Now I have to go and-“

“Wait y/n please! Just give me a second chance, I’m sorry. I know what I said was wrong and I’m…I’m just so sorry! I don’t understand what else you want me to do or say!”

“See that’s the problem! You think that just saying a simple sorry is going to fix everything and it’s not! Giving me a sorry exscuse for an apology doesn’t solve anything! Until you realize how much you fucked up, I don’t want to hear it. You lost me Jungkook and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” You heard Wendy’s voice call out to you as she approached Jungkook and you with a confused look on her face. You gave Wendy a tight smile as you took a few steps away from Jungkook.

“Of course! I’m sure it’s almost time for me to perform so we should go right?”

“Y/n,” Jungkook called out in one last attempt to get you to forgive him.

“I have to go now or else I’m going to be late. You already fucked up one thing, don’t make me miss one of the biggest performances of my life and fuck up another,” you told him coldly.

Wendy gave Jungkook one more glance before putting her hand on your shoulder and lightly pushing you down the hall.

“You okay?” She asked once you were out of ear range of him, taking your hand in hers.

“Yep, I’m just ready to get out there and perform,” you told her with a determined look on your face.

One of the stage managers came up to the two of you and informed you that you had 5 minutes before you were going to go on.

“I think that’s my cue to leave. You’re going to kill it out there! You have worked so long and so hard for this and I can’t express how proud I am of you. Now go out there and show Jungkook and the rest of the world how badass you are” She hyped you up as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you Wendy, I love you.”

“I love you too! Break a leg!” And with that she was gone.

Your heart began to beat loudly in your chest as you waited in the wings. You paced back and forth as your nerves grew bigger and bigger. Finally, you heard the intro music as your background dancer began dancing, signaling for you to enter the stage. You heard your fans scream as they saw you enter causing you to smile lightly. That smile faded as you got in position and began singing.

Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath, huh

When I circle the room, you an owl, you gon’ twist your head

Don’t you come at me green with an attitude when my lips and my soles are red

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks

No, no

‘Cause I’ve been here once or twice

Never worry ‘bout the eyes, come on

Don’t just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they looking at you

They looking at me

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain’t even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

They looking at me

Yeah, yeah, they looking at me

May be young for a teacher, I’ll teach you what you don’t know

I could teach you the things that you wanna know

But I can’t give it up all at once, you would overdose

Don’t you bring any bull in the room tonight, it’s a whole new rodeo

It could be you and me, but you know that I’ll steal the show

Oh, yeah

'Cause I’ve been here once or twice

Never worry 'bout the eyes come on

Don’t just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they looking at you

They looking at me

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain’t even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

They looking at me

No, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah, they looking at me

But they looking at me, babe

'Cause they looking at me, baby

hey

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks

Don’t just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they looking at you

They looking at me

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain’t even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

They looking at me

Yeah, yeah, they looking at me

But the truth is they looking at me

They looking at me

Once you were finished, the crowd went wild. You looked over to where your members were sitting as they screamed their lungs out causing you to laugh a little. You looked over to where bts were and they all were staring at Jungkook. The two of you made eye contact but he looked away, shaking his head. Suddenly he got up and began to walk away, clearly upset. You watched as Namjoon and Taehyung followed after him.

Leaving the stage you felt extremely proud of yourself. Not only did the fans seem to enjoy the song but your performance went off without any mistakes. In your head, that was the best performance you’ve ever done. You made a statement. You proved a point that at the end of the day, people can think they’re better than you but you know that’s far from the truth. You’re the queen and nobody can deny that. You know that the fans got the message and clearly the one person who needed to hear it most, got it too.

Link to song in fic

A/n: tell me why my petty ass wanted to be like “he got a slice of humble pie” 😭 This Shane drama is taking over my life.

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[kpop---scenarios]

Tutoring Session

This was requested by: @bebedahlia! Hope you enjoy! 

Moodboard done by the lovely and amazing: @lovely-kpopp-blog

Warning: Smut 

Word Count: 2.5k 

“Y/N, new assignment” your boss yelled through the open door of your office. You groaned as you dropped your head into your hands. Lately he had been giving you the worst jobs. Teaching English to the arrogant high school girls, shady business men and the worst of all, angry older women. They always refused to believe you when you said they pronounced something wrong, always assuming they were right. “What is it?” You sighed, hoping for something relatively decent this time. Your boss walks into your small office, closing the glass door behind him. “It’s rather confidential” he whispers, looking behind him to make sure no one was listening. Of course this intrigued you. You had heard of English tutors getting to teach celebrities English. Was this finally going to happen to you? You remained calm as you nodded your head, listening to every single word he was saying. “Now, he’s a popular idol, so I’m going to need you to remain as professional as possible.” He tells you. “Yes sir, of course.” He agreed. Who was it going to be? Someone from Ikon? Maybe it would be a member of Seventeen or EXO. You stuck your hands under your desk as your fidgeted quite a bit waiting to hear who you would be teaching. “So you’ll be tutoring Lee Hoseok of Monsta X.” he tells you. You begin to smile but you quickly brought your face back to being serious. You’d have to celebrate alone as Monsta X was your favorite group. “Remember. Professional.” He told you again, pointing his finger at you. As much as you wanted to roll your eyes at him, you refrained. You knew how to do your job and you did it very well. “Yes sir. When do I start?” you ask. “Well actually, 6pm tonight. He needs to have it down by tomorrow morning, so you might have to stay up for a while with him tonight.” He told you. “Will that be okay?” Of fucking course if would be. Spending time with Hoseok? You’d be crazy to refuse. “Absolutely. It’s my job.” You say with a slight smile. “Mhm" your boss replies, cocking an eyebrow at you. You were never this compliant with him. He was suspicious but left it alone. He turns away from you, walking out of your office. You squeal once you’re sure he’s out of hearing distance, doing a little dance in your seat. “Whatcha get?” your friend and coworker Hyuna asks. “Come here” you whisper. Hyuna walks closer to you, hovering over your desk. “Wonho from Monsta X" you said all giddy. “You lucky bitch" she gasps, walking back out the door once she hears your boss calling for her. Peering at the clock, it reads 4:45pm. It takes about an hour by train to get to the Starship Entertainment building, so you pack your things and bid your coworkers fair well. You’re a mess the entire train ride. You try to fix your makeup, smoothen out your hair and adjust your clothes, all while trying to calm your nerves. You’ve never been once to get nervous around people, but this was different. He was different. Your stomach was in knots as you left the train and walked the few blocks to the building. You took a deep breath as you stood outside, staring up at the sign. It was going to be okay. Be professional your bosses words lingered in your head. You had this. You would be confident. Walking in the building, you’re met with a receptionist, with the bitchiest face you’ve ever seen. “Do you need something?” she snapped, smacking her gum in her mouth. “I’m the English tutor. I’m here to see Lee Hoseok.” You say. She rolls her eyes as she picks up the phone, to call someone. She only says a few words before hanging up. “Third floor, room 6A. It’s a conference room. He’s waiting for you" she says, not looking at you. “Thanks” you say before walking away to the elevator. The entire 5 second ride up to the third floor, your stomach felt like it was in your throat. You needed to be professional but what if you fumbled over your words and he thought you were an inadequate teacher? What if he thought you were incapable of teaching him English? You were going to get fired before you really even had the chance to begin. You promptly arrive at the appropriate room, taking a deep breathe and smoothing out your clothes before you knock on the door. Your stomach is doing twists and turns as you hear the shuffling of footsteps behind the door before its opened. You’re met with the extremely beautiful face of Lee Hoseok. His smile was radiant and you honestly felt like you were going to melt. Hoseok eyed you up and down before you entered the room, and he definitely checked out your ass as you walked into the conference room. “Hello, I am Y/N L/N and I am your tutor" you say in English with a smile. “Nice to meet you. I am Wonho" he replies. ** As the night drags on, you’ve come to find that Wonho is relatively good at speaking English, his only problem is pronunciation on some words, nothing a little practice couldn’t fix. “Good. That was really good" you smile at him, placing the last of the notecards to the side. “Now we can try some phrases that aren’t being written for you if you’d like?” you suggested, and instantly Wonho perks up. “Anything I want?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow. “Basically, yes. How about we start off with something you would say to fans or whatever you want." you smile, your heart beating a mile a minute just from having him stare at you. “You look so beautiful tonight" he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. You clear your throat. “I’ve had an awful time trying to concentrate tonight. All I’ve wanted to do since you walked in was put my lips on yours" he whispers, scooting closely to you. “Trail your body with my hands” he finishes before licking his lips. “You would say these things to your fans?” you gasped as Wonho placed his hand on your knee, gently rubbing your thigh. “Of course not. I’m saying whatever I want, and what I want is you.” He says, his face mere inches from yours. Your breath hitches. “Now tell me, do you want me as much as I want you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to taste me on your lips?” “Yes" you breathe and in an instant Wonho’s lips are pressed against yours, his mouth. He wraps his arms around your sides, standing you both us before he pulls your body closet to him making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to slide his tounge into your mouth before tracing your lips with it. You pull away before stepping back, trying to catch your breath. “What if someone catches us? I’ll be fired” you breathe, running your hand over your hair. “No one is here. It’s 2am. And if you do, I’ll hire you as a private tutor. I’m sure I would pay better anyways" he smirks walking closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist again. Wonho leans in, closer to your ear. “What do you want me to do, baby girl?” he purrs. At that moment, your mind went blank. The only thing you could think of was the fact that his lips were currently kissing your neck. His tounge was running up and down and in circles. Oh what you wouldn’t give to have him eat your pussy. Perfect. “Eat my pussy" you moaned. “With pleasure" he smirked, pulling away from you. He looks down at your skirt, arching his eyebrow. You knew what to do. You casually slide your panties off, which he took and shoved in his pocket as you hiked your skirt up.  Wonho effortlessly picks you up, placing you on the conference room table. You lay back gently as Wonho spreads your legs for you. “You looks delicious baby" he growls, licking his lips. Wonho parts your lips with his fingers before licking your pussy with the flat of his tounge. “Oh god" you cried out, having not had any in months. Wonho gently flicks your clit with the tip of his tounge a few times, teasing you. You can’t help but to moan and groan on that table, yearning for more. “Please, please give me more" you pant, your head turning from side to side. “A little needy, are we?” he asks   “Yes, now please” you beg. Wonho let’s out a small chuckle as he dives back in, his tounge doing tricks on your clit you had only dreamt of. You’d never had someone eaten your pussy as well as he currently was. “Oh fuck, yes” you cry out, your body shuddering. Wonho spreads your legs a little further apart, making sure you’re spread widely enough for him to slide a couple fingers into you. “Shit" you both yell out at the same time. “How are you so tight?” he growls, his fingers moving slowly in and out of you. Wonho continues to flick your clit with his tounge as well as pumps his fingers inside of you. You wished you had something to hold onto in that moment, something to brace yourself with. You didn’t have time to try to think of anything as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, your screams so loud you’re sure everyone on the street can hear you but you didn’t care. Wonho continues to play with you as your orgasm comes to an end, your body twitching from being so overly sensitive and you try to pull away. Wonho finally stands up, ad you lay there running your hands over your face, trying to catch your bed. You struggle to sit up on the large wooden table. When you do, you’re met with a gleaming Wonho as his licks his lips and all around his mouth clean from your juices. Without a thought, you slide off the table standing in front of him. Before he can utter a word, you drop to your knees, your hands already working to undo his belt. Once the belt is out of the loops, you toss it onto the table before you needlessly work to undo the button on his pants. “Are you eager for my cock to be in your mouth?” he jokes, but it wasn’t a joke to you, because you absolutely were eager. As you pull his pants and boxers down simultaneously, his large cock springs free, hitting his stomach before settling outwards. You stared at it for a moment. The large almost pulsing vein that lined the shaft. The redness of his head, the precum that coated the tip. You had always imagined how big he would be, but you’d never imagined it would be this large and you were ecstatic. Lightly gripping his large cock, you lean your head forward, opening your mouth only to glide your tounge out and run it along the tip of his dick. “Gah" Wonho groans, throwing his head back. “Don’t tease me like that” he gasps. Happily, you slowly move his cock into your mouth, letting it stretch your mouth widely as you take as much of him as you can. Unfortunately for him, he maxes out at a little more than half way before he’s sliding down your throat. You pull your head back, taking a small breath before sucking your cheeks together tightly as you bob your head back and forth. While you’re bobbing, you work your tounge around the tip causing Wonho’s knees to almost give out. He’s practically unable to speak as you continue to suck him off, giving him the best head. “Okay, okay" he gasps, pulling away from you, his eyes dark. “What?” you ask sweetly with large eyes, pretending you had no idea why he stopped you. “I’m going to cum awfully quick if you continue to do that to me. And I’d rather cum by fucking you" he growls as you stand up. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Wonho stalks towards you and effortlessly picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he moves to two of your against the large uncovered window. With your legs secured around him and your back pinned against the window, he reaches up to rip open your blouse, exposing your breasts. You tremble as the cool air hits your now bare chest and Wonho moves one of your bra cups to the side. He lowers his head, attaching his lips to your nipple, giving it a gentle tug and leaving it with a pop. He smirks at you as he lines his cock up with your entrance before slowly, yet harshly pushing himself inside of you, stretching you beyond belief and filling you up completely. “Oh fuck" you cry out, reaching behind his head to grip onto his hair. Wonho just smiles as he slowly pulls himself out of you before quickly slamming himself back into you. Repeating the action over and over again. As he continues he destroy your pussy, you can feel your orgasm slowly coming along, especially with the way his public bone rubs against your clit. Wonho’s pants are still around his ankles as he pounds into you, neither of you caring if anyone from the outside can see you. You’re both too wrapped up in each other to even think about it. “Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock” Wonho groans as he slides himself in and out of you. “Faster. Please faster" you cry out, your fingernails now digging into his back. “You going to cum baby?” he growls as he picks up his speed even more, fucking you harshly. “Yes. Yes yes yes" you scream out. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asks, knowing he’ll likely cum with you, there’s no way he couldn’t. Your pussy felt too good. “Cum in my pussy. Please. I’m on birth control” you pant, trying to focus more on your orgasm. Wonho lets out a loud groan at the thought of being able to release himself into you. He muscles tighten as he grips you harder, his thrusts now becoming sloppy as both your orgasms come close to hitting. “Shit. I’m going to cum" he yells, his hot cum releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his juices. Your orgasm hits as the same time, you cry out clenching your pussy around his cock as you bounce yourself while harshly scratching his back as you both ride out your highs. After a few minutes, Wonho pulls out of you and sets you on the floor before pulling up his pant and running to grab paper towel. You clean your self up and look at him with a raised eyebrow and your hand out. “What?” he smiles. “My panties” you exclaim. “I’m going to keep them. When can I see you again?" he asks with a smile before giving you a small kiss and writing his number down in your book. “Tomorrow?” you partially mumble. “Sounds good. I’ll be keeping your panties hostage until then. Call me" he laughs before walking out of the room. What a tutoring session.