#i don't know what this even looks like on a real face

[bi-writes]

ok wait pause i have a question. first date, but like, real, you are my girlfriend date ? or like how'd they define their relationship (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

he's...fun.

it's just sex. mind-blowing, back-numbing, pussy-destroying sex. this man is pushing 40, and you swear you've never felt so out of breath. you convince yourself it's the military thing--he's used to pushing himself, exerting energy, testing the limits of his stamina. but holy shit, you'd think after round four, this man would take a quick nap or something, but no.

he's still balls-deep, hitting it from the back since you can't even keep yourself upright any longer. your skirt lays haphazardly thrown onto the floor, and oh--there's your panties, too, ripped to lacy shreds.

holy shit, this man is more than ten years older than you, and you've never been so out of your fucking mind--

"tha' the spot, love?" his voice is so condescending. he knows he's got you brainless. there's drool staining your lips, and you paw at the sheets for a better grip, but it's useless.

"y-yes, captain."

the low groan that leaves him makes you smile. he might have the upper hand, but if you really wanted to, you could make him come right now, too fast, too much.

you're in bliss. everything is bliss. you're still recovering from what must be the fifth or sixth orgasm--not as good as the second or third one, but still enough to make you cry fat, pleasured tears. you're shaking, in a good way, sinking to your stomach on the bed and pressing your face into his pillow.

"hmm..." your voice is soft and gooey, and when you take a deep breath, you get a long whiff of him. he smells good. clean. earthy. you tasted cigar smoke in his mouth earlier, and you can smell it here, too. just as you relax, you feel the weight of him on your back, and then his lips. he's kissing along your shoulder to your neck and then up your jaw. you tilt your head to give him room, your eyes shutting as his beard scruffs against your skin and his mouth laps at your chin. "i gotta go, john."

you giggle when he lays his entire body on top of yours, trapping you there. you reach up and grip the back of his neck, whining as he flattens his tongue against your jaw and swirls it there.

"john...i gotta go."

"why?"

"mmm..." you thumb at the hair along his scalp, shaking your head. "don't do this, john."

"not doing anythin'."

"we don't sleep over, john."

"what, is tha' some kind of rule? sounds mad."

you turn over a little, looking up at him. you cup his beard in both hands, giving him a chaste kiss.

"don't ruin it, john," you say softly. "this is supposed to be fun."

he tilts his head to the side. he looks so funny without a hat. you've seen him in a beanie, a boonie hat, a cap, you love them all on him. he looks nice like this, too, though--ass naked with his dog tags dangling against his sweaty pecs.

john's eyes twitch a little at your indifference. he settles on his side, leaning over you, and just as you move to get up, he reaches and grips at your face with a big paw of a hand. you clutch at his forearm, big and solid, and your lips pucker as he pulls you closer to him.

"y'r a bad liar, love," he mutters, shaking his head. "fear doesn't suit you."

"i'm not fucking scared."

"who was it?"

you glare up at him, struggling a bit under him. it's a stupid thing to think that you could get away from him. john is not moveable. he's a big fucking tree trunk of a man, with roots that burrow, and you are truly naïve if you think he'll let you up without an answer.

"shut the fuck up, john," you spit at him, but all he does is raise a brow. he's immune to your bite. he's not phased by your sour attempt at insulting him. in fact, it's what drew him to your bed in the first place--certified brat-tamer, captain john price. "you think you're so fucking smart. think you know everything, just because you've got a few years on me, well let me tell you, john--not everything is a fucking lesson learned. you're a military muppet with a decent cock, and that's all you'll ever be to me."

"tha' right?"

"you'll never put me first. you've got one woman, and that's the job, and that's fucking fine, john, but don't make this something it's not. you're lonely, and old, and your failed relationships don't make you wiser, they make you delusional for thinking that doing this again could ever--"

your breath falters when he kisses you. he squeezes your jaw a little harder, forcing your mouth to open, and you moan, squeezing your thighs together when he licks into your mouth and holds you there for him to play with.

"i do have other obligations. my men, the job..." he brushes the hair out of your eyes, and he presses his forehead to yours when he sees the tremble of your bottom lip and the wet look in your eyes. "but i don't do casual, sweetheart. it's all or nothing f'me."

your hand grips his wrist, squeezing tight, and you blink up at him. he's so close. he's right here. blue eyes, greying beard, a sad expression. he's not afraid of dying alone, but he is afraid of wasting time.

"please don't do this to me, john." your voice cracks, and he shrugs. he's sorry, but he's not sorry enough. not enough to let you go--and you're not strong enough to tell him no. it has to be him, but it won't be.

"it's alright," john whispers, but he knows it won't be. he's known you not but a few weeks, but he's made up his mind. he doesn't understand casual. even from the moment he saw you in that bar, it wasn't fleeting, it was definitive. it would be his. you would be his.

even if you were actually someone else's. even if you were bound to someone else. even if you weren't alone, it was already decided.

john's teeth are stuck here, right here, in the hollow of your throat. his fingers are twisted between the chords of your heart and in the spaces between your ribs. if he lets go, he'll break you apart.

so he's never going to let go.

[harrysfolklore]

hi! i have a little bitch blurb request - piastri sis is on painkillers after a minor surgery or after being at the dentist and while carlos is taking care of her she says things she never would’ve DARED to say out loud - even about the fact she’s been infatuated with him longer than she’ll ever admit 😋

this was so fun write 😭😭 i love my little bitches so much

"Carloooooos," you slur through a mouth full of gauze, reaching blindly for him as the nurse wheels you out. "I missed you. Did you miss me? I was asleep but I missed you."

"Yes, mi amor," he tries not to laugh as he helps you into the car. "I missed you too."

"Your face is so nice," you pat his cheek clumsily. "Like... so symmetrical. Are you real? Maybe I'm dreaming."

He buckles you in carefully. "I'm real."

"Prove it," you demand, then immediately start giggling. "My mouth feels like clouds. Do clouds feel things, Carlos? Are clouds sad?"

"I don't think so-"

"We should ask Lando," you say seriously. "He knows about clouds. He's British. It rains there."

Carlos bites his lip to keep from laughing as he starts driving. You're staring at him with wide, unfocused eyes.

"Your hair is so fluffy," you reach for him, missing completely. "Like a lion. My lion. Did you know lions mate for life? Are we lions, Carlos?"

"Eyes on the road, eyes on the road," he mutters to himself in Spanish, fighting a smile.

"Oh! Spanish!" you perk up. "I know Spanish! Te... te something. What's the word? The love word?"

"Te amo?"

"YES!" you try to clap but miss your hands together. "Te amo! I love you SO much. Like... like more than pizza. And I really love pizza. I think I love you since the first time I called you a stupid little bitch."

"I'm honored-"

"But shhhh," you stage whisper. "Don't tell Carlos. He'll get a big head. His head's already perfect though. How is it so perfect?"

"Mi amor, I am Carlos."

You gasp dramatically. "No way! Since when?"

"Since birth, I think."

"Birth!" you suddenly look devastated. "I wasn't there for your birth! I missed baby Carlos! He was probably so cute. With tiny baby abs."

He can't hold back his laugh this time. "I don't think I had abs as a baby."

"Lies," you poke his arm, missing twice. "You came out of the womb with a six-pack. And perfect hair. And that smile that makes me want to take off my-"

"Okay!" he interrupts quickly. "How about some water?"

"Water is boring," you pout. "You're not boring though. You're exciting. Like racing. Vroom vroom."

He hands you a water bottle anyway, helping you drink without choking.

"My hero," you sigh dreamily. "Saving me from death by water. We should get married."

He nearly swerves. "What?"

"Yeah! Right now! Call Lando, he can be the flower girl. Oscar can be the ring bear."

"Ring bearer?"

"No, ring BEAR. He has to dress as a bear. It's traditional."

"Since when?"

"Since right now. I just decided. I'm very smart, Carlos. The doctor said so."

"Did he?"

"Mhmm. He said..." you scrunch your face in concentration. "Actually I don't remember. But I'm sure he did. Because I am smart. Smart enough to date you. HA! Take that, Instagram models!"

"What Instagram models?"

"The ones that slide into your DMs," you try to look stern but your numb face isn't cooperating. "I see them. With their perfect teeth. Well guess what? I have no teeth now! I win!"

"You still have teeth, mi amor. Just minus the wisdom ones."

"Wisdom..." you gasp. "Carlos! Am I going to be stupid now?"

"No-"

"Quick! Ask me something smart!"

"Like what?"

"Like... what's your favorite color?"

"That's not really a test of wisdom-"

"BLUE!" you shout triumphantly. "See? Still smart! And your butt looks really good in blue. Like REALLY good. Science fact. I used to stare at your butt when I pretended to hate you."

Finally, you reach home. Carlos helps you out of the car as you ramble about his "science butt" and whether lions know about race cars.

"Time for rest," he says, laying you on the bed.

"No," you grab his shirt. "Stay. Protect me from the tooth fairy. She's a thief, Carlos. A professional thief."

"I'll protect you," he promises, sliding in beside you.

"My hero," you mumble, already drifting off. "Hey Carlos?"

"Yes?"

"If we have babies, will they have wisdom teeth? Or will they be born wise? Like little wise lions...Or wise little little bitches."

You fall asleep before he can answer, drooling slightly through the gauze.

And Carlos can only smile.

[shaisuki]

“Caleb?”

“What is it, pipsqueak?”

“Have you ever kissed someone?”

You asked him out of the blue while munching on the snack he bought for you. Seated on the stairs at the front of the store. The wind's cold. A telltale sign of the night to come. The skies are purplish with hues of orange and red. The can of soda sweats with condensation. Leaving a imprint of it on the concrete floor.

“What about it, pipsqueak?”

Caleb brows furrow at the sudden question. You were both in high school and neither of the romance stuff were discussed except when you both watched a romance drama that aired on the evening. He didn't even know you were interested.

”No. I mean that's normal. You're popular with girls and I know you must kissed one of them right? Riiight?”

Absentmindedly crinkling a wrapper of the candy and Caleb can hear the crunch of the packaging. A amused laugh escaped Caleb's lips. Turning his body to face you and resting his jaw to his palm. His elbow leaning on his knees.

He stares at your side profile. Studying how your eyelashes flutter and the dimple surfacing on your round cheek. A small pout in your plump lips.

“I haven't kissed anyone, pipsqueak.”

“For real? Nah, you're kidding me.”

Caleb's smile grew wider when you whipped your head to see if he was really serious. Your face scrunched up while you eye him suspiciously.

It was the truth. He gets it. He was Mr. Popular among his peers and there's the endless stream of girls who tried to get on his good graces. However he can't bring himself to like the attention. Sure, it was good that he can count on them and he knows you're going to be cool about it but it feels wrong.

“I'm not interested, pipsqueak.” Caleb assures you. Patting your head in a affectionate manner like he always did. His palm hold your round cheek. Caressing the skin with his thumb and his aura gets serious all of a sudden. “What made you ask me that kind of question?”

“A classmate asked me if you have a girlfriend and then if you did the lovey-dovey stuff with a girl. I told her I don't know and....” Your eyes squint for a little bit. The gears in your head turning. “— that's why I asked you about it.” You explained.

Caleb pinched your cheek. If Caleb wants to be honest with you right now. He will say he wants to kiss you, first. His eyes landing on your lips. He fought the urge to run his thumb in your lips for he might regret what he's about to do next. It's to kiss you. Taste the sweetness of the candy in your lips and feel the softness of your lips that will linger for days to come.

Caleb wants you, needs you to be his firsts. It's the way it is most special cause he shared it with you and he knows you're inexperienced too and what's better to be each other's firsts, if you'll allow it.

“Pipsqueak, do you want to be kissed?” His voice suddenly serious. The streetlight casting a glow behind them and from the angle where you look at him. Caleb's expression grew darker. The knowledge that you're going to be kissed someone that is not him — brings a pain that he can never recover.

“Someday, Caleb. Someday.” You mutter and Caleb smiles, cause that someday is the day when he will finally get to kiss you. A real kiss. Not the indirect kisses from having to share cans of soda or tasting another one's food. You didn't even know that.

Caleb and you stayed for a bit. Watching as nightfall envelops the whole city. Contented at the peace and quiet with the conversation gone in your mind except for Caleb who burned the memory. He's contented for now.

He can be patient towards you and when the time comes, it's not only a kiss from you but the whole you, body and soul.

[specialgradefckr]

nerd!gojo is so cute! please give him a kiss on the cheek for me.

you stare at the note you found in your locker. it's written in glittery purple ink, which only adds to the insult.

gojo, "cute"??? give him a kiss on the cheek???

like an ill omen summoned by its name, a terrible presence looms over your shoulder, "watcha got there?"

"hate mail." you say dispassionately as you quickly shove gojo away.

when you face him, you see gojo's face change - smooth features and rounded eyes hardening into anger.

"hate mail?" gojo frowns, "in your locker? who would send that?!"

"you want a list?" comes geto's snarky voice. "she's kind of a bitch."

you shoot him a glare, but gojo speaks before you can.

"don't talk about her like that."

the room feels a little bit colder. since when did gojo sound so... mean?

"i'm just saying," geto says, shrugging, "you'd know better than anyone, she's always on your ass."

"yeah, my ass," gojo turns to you, a pout on his face, "you're not bullying other people, are you? i don't have any other bullies."

only satoru gojo could get into an argument this stupid.

"no," you drone, "your drain on my time and attention is uncontested."

rather than being ashamed of this, gojo looks absolutely tickled.

even when you punch him in the shoulder, his good mood is undampened.

"nerd," you grouse, stalking off to your next class, which gojo naturally follows.

it sucked being in the same classes as him, but at least it meant you could get his help. he really is a huge nerd. all those hours you put into it, and he seems to understand everything effortlessly.

the class feels like it takes hours. you pay diligent attention, take so many notes, and somehow, gojo comes out of it completely chipper.

you're left in peace for a few blessed minutes afterwards as he bolts out of the room for some reason or another.

is he finally starting to fear you as his bully? took him long enough -

"here!" pressed into your hands, your favorite snack from the campus vending machine.

gojo smiles at you, that big, boyish smile that makes him look extra stupid. "sorry i messed up last time."

you don't know what comes over you. maybe it's pure delirium brought on by hunger. or the joy from having something nice to eat.

maybe it's a new form of torture, humiliating him by making him endure a kiss from his bully.

it's just a kiss on the cheek. it's whatever.

he stands there, still, face completely red, blue eyes wide in shock. gojo looks even dumber than usual, which shouldn't even be possible.

you fan your face for a moment as you turn to leave.

"come on, you idiot. we've got a test to study for."

gojo whistles some unbelievably stupid tune, practically skipping the whole way to the library.

"i can't believe it! she kissed me on the cheek!!! a real kiss!" "uh-huh." "don't uh-huh me, suguru, it was REAL! anyways, it all makes sense now. she was just hangry. no wonder she shoved me into a locker. it's my fault for not taking better care of her..." "would you listen to me if i reminded you that you're not dating and this is all pure delusion?" "not dating yet." "so a no, then," suguru says, rolling his eyes as he returns to his work. satoru's already finished with the homework and scrolling through his text message history with you, no doubt spamming you again with memes or pictures or just remarks. but you haven't blocked him yet, have you? suguru smiles to himself, closing his notebook, tucking away a shimmering violet pen.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

SUBTLE IS A STRONG WORD

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe uses a tiktok trend to his advantage.

based on this request !! i hope it’s what you asked for @ursogorgeous13 , i decided to take the fluff route because it just worked :) I AM BACK THOUGH !! please read the authors note at the bottom !! <3

(check out my other rafe cameron & drew starkey works here !!)

WARNINGS: allusions to sex (oral m!rec), flirty!rafe, just pure fluff !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 800 words (approx.)

THIRD PERSON +

Y/N was curled up on Rafe's couch, scrolling through her phone while waiting for him to get back with their coffee. The AC was blasting, the distant sound of waves from Figure Eight's beach hummed in the background, and the scent of Rafe's cologne still lingered on his hoodie that she had stolen.

It was one of those lazy afternoons where neither of them had anywhere to be, so they had fallen into their usual routine: Y/N begged for coffee, Rafe pretended to complain about being her personal delivery boy, and then he left anyway because he secretly loved spoiling her.

She had spent the past few days showing him countless TikToks about the new Starbucks cup policy-baristas were now writing random little messages on cups, ranging from generic "Have a nice day!" notes to weirdly specific fortunes. She thought it was adorable. Rafe? Less so. He mostly nodded along, unimpressed, while she giggled at each new video.

But today, when he finally returned, drinks in hand, Y/N barely had time to thank him before she noticed the writing on the cups.

Her curiosity piqued, she reached for her cup first, eyes scanning the message.

"Give your bf a BJ❤️”

She blinked. Then, suspicious, she grabbed Rafe's cup.

"A BJ is coming your way❤️”

For a moment, she just stared at them, processing. And then, slowly, a grin stretched across her face.

"You have got to be kidding me." She turned the cups toward him, raising an eyebrow.

Rafe, the smug bastard, didn't even try to look innocent. If anything, he looked proud of himself.

"What?" he said, flopping onto the couch next to her, taking his drink from her hand.

Y/N bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Rafe."

"Mm?"

"These messages." She tapped a finger against the cup. "You do realise I can recognise your handwriting, right?"

Rafe choked on his sip, coughing dramatically before shooting her an unconvincing look of confusion. "Pfft. What? That's-Y/N, that's wild. You think / wrote that?"

"Yes, I know you wrote it."

"You don't know that," he countered, but the twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Y/N leaned in, tilting her head. "So you're telling me that the coffee shop employees, out of the kindness of their hearts, just randomly decided to write this on our cups?"

"Sounds like it," he said, nodding solemnly. "Real ones. We should tip them."

Y/N burst out laughing. "Rafe! You're ridiculous."

"I'm a visionary, actually." He leaned back, stretching an arm over the back of the couch. "I'm just taking advantage of an opportunity when I see one."

She smirked, setting her drink down before shifting closer to him. "So, let me get this straight... You went through the trouble of faking a Starbucks trend just so you could subtly ask for-"

“'Subtly' is a strong word," Rafe interrupted, grinning. "I think it was actually pretty direct."

YN shook her head, chuckling. "You do realise I could have been the one to grab the drinks, right? What if you weren't able to intercept them first?"

Rafe shrugged. "Then I'd be in jail for public indecency, but it would've been worth it."

She laughed, shaking her head at him. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet, you're still here." He shot her a wink.

"Against my better judgment."

"Oh, please. You love it."

Y/N bit her lip, pretending to consider. "Mmm, maybe."

Rafe smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Sooo... you gonna listen to the cup's advice or what?"

She gasped dramatically. "Rafe Cameron! | am shocked that you would ever suggest such a thing."

"Shocked?" He arched a brow. "Y/N, you're literally straddling me right now."

“…Touché."

Rafe chuckled, his hands settling on her waist as she playfully toyed with the collar of his polo shirt.

"You know what would be funny?" she mused.

"If you actually followed through?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. "No, dumbass. Next time, I should be the one to write something on the cups."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what would you write?"

She leaned in, her lips just brushing his ear as she whispered, "No blowjobs for guys who fake Starbucks messages."

Rafe groaned. "Alright, you got me. That was a dirty trick."

Y/N smirked, patting his cheek. "And yet, you're still here."

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled her closer. "Fine, fine. But just so you know-" He gestured to the cups on the table. "—the next one's definitely gonna say 'Marry your boyfriend!"

Y/N snorted. "Smooth."

"I try."

And with that, he flipped them over, pressing her into the couch as she giggled beneath him.

Yeah, she was definitely writing the next one.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi everyone !! i’m back of holiday and i’m also older now (i had my 20th birthday !!), so sorry for going MIA but i just stayed off social media for my entire birthday trip but i’m going to be back to regular posts and updates <3

my drew starkey fic inspired by ‘sports car’ by tate mcrae will be up soon, been working on it today !! fulfilling requests at the moment so there should be another one up tonight :)

(a reminder that is is strictly fictional guys !!)

[kawhh]

I apologise in advance. I'm on a Jack binge. A Jack being manipulative towards his innocent friend binge. Enjoy.

1.9k words.

Warnings: Jack being manipulative, 'forcing' you into situations. Abusing your emotions. Non-con in a way. You aren't aware of what's going on.

He'd taken a hard knock into the boards at the end of a long roadie. Brushed off the medical staff even though his whole side is painted black and blue. Every step makes him hiss, biting his jersey and lip to not alert anyone to how bad he is.

Struggling through the pain to dress after the game, shoving the loosest clothing he owns on his body, not having the strength to squeeze into something.

Side throbbing so much that it feels like a burn, every accidental touch against the bruises feeling like it's being prodded with an branding stick.

He's just missed you. Needs to visit you. He can't have the medical staff holding him back, wanting to assess him. He'll be fine. He can cope, he's had worse. Just needs to get to your place. You'll take care of him. He'll get to see you adorably worried about him, playing nurse.

You'll be all over him, touching his bare skin, innocently feeling him up.. he's taking that over the medical staff all day.

Texting you on the way out of the locker room, giving you plenty of warm up time to panic. Not answering your follow up texts, wanting to see the pure panic on your face when he gets there.

Resting his head on the steering wheel in the parking lot, trying to breathe through the pain. Getting to you is gonna be horrific. Every single time he moves his leg it's going to strain his side. Every arm movement that makes him stretch is going to sting.

He just has to keep reminding himself that it's worth it. Every second of suffering.

He's staggering up to your door, feeling a little dizzy and disorientated, resting on the door before he knocks. He barely has to wait.

You're so cute.. the tears streaming down your face for him when you see how banged up and exhausted he is. He's playing it up a bit, hanging his head, moaning in pain. You're so delicate when you try and lead him to the couch, hesitating to even touch you.

Letting himself fall back when he's close enough, using it as a reason to lightly drag his hand down your body. He's just trying to find his balance, obviously.

Lifting the edge of his shirt, hiding his smirk as he sees your face light up red, your hands trembling. A glimpse of his abs and you're already like this? You don't even know what's coming.. he almost feels bad. Almost.

"Angel, need you to help.. can't reach that far down. You'll help me, yeah? You got any of those ice packs I left here last time?"

You're rushing off in a panic, almost tripping as you run to grab a pack, blushing deeper at the thought of having to touch him, having to be that close to his.. thing.

Stripping his shirt off fully when you're gone, not wanting you to realise that he's already feeling better than when he left the arena. You need to think he's a wreck.

He's pulling you closer, staring up at you, eyes half-lidded as you stress about touching him, just letting it happen. You're cute enough to eat. The flush is slowly advancing down your chest. Stammering before you hold the ice pack against his skin. That gets a real hiss out of him.

He can't resist reaching up to lightly tug the strand of hair falling down your face.

"That.. that wasn't so bad, was it? Am I really that awful to touch?"

He can barely hide his smirk as you rush to apologise, resting your hand on more of his skin as a way of apologising.

"Hey.. d'me a favour? It's kind of personal.. so if you're really against touching me, I won't be mad."

He can't help it. You're so easy to tease. You almost look like you're gonna cry, he's pretty sure those are tears forming in your eyes. You really do think you're being cruel to him while he's banged up.. so innocent, so gullible. You're nodding like a bobblehead. Wanting to do anything for him.

"Can you.. can you help me in the shower? Didn't get the chance to have one before I left.. it'll help with the soreness."

He's slinging his arm around your neck before you can even fully agree. Tightening his grip a little just to see you panic and react. Putting more weight on you than he needs, wanting to force you closer to him. You're having to wrap an arm around his waist. Your touch feels like a brand on his skin, it's addicting.

Stumbling together towards the shower, you're resting him up against the shower wall. He can't let you go that easy. Can't just let you leave now. You'll have too much time to think. Too much time to startle.

"Angel.. I'm feeling dizzy, can you.. can you stay in here? The shower's massive.. can you come sit in here? You won't get wet. If you don't, I might fall..."

He can see how hesitant you are, but the threat of him injuring himself is enough for you to be fighting against your embarrassment. He knows you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he was hurt. He'll even stumble a little bit against the wall, holding his head like he's in distress.

You look like a little bunny, the way you slowly walk over, sitting as far away from him as you can get in the shower. How small you look on the floor.. the way you can barely look at him.

"Can you.. can you help me strip? Hurts too much when I try and pull my pants off..?"

The way you squeak in panic is intoxicating. The way your hand shakes as you reach out, terrified that you'll accidentally expose him. The way your cheeks puff out in concentration.

"Don't worry.. I'll keep my boxers on. Wouldn't want to traumatize my best friend now would I?"

Resting against the shower wall, hair covering his face as he watches you. Observes. You're trying so hard to not look at his dick. Have you even seen one before? Ever been like this with someone? Is he the first to share this with you? He's getting hard just thinking about it.

Turning on the water to try and calm himself down, hoping he can calm down what's surely a clear tent in his boxers. Even the sound of the water makes you startle, you're so on edge.

"Angel... can you.. can you come closer? The wall isn't enough.. I'm gonna fall."

You're slowly creeping towards him like he's a predator. Every inch you move makes it harder for you to avoid looking at him. Harder for you to ignore his cock. The way you're flushing only confirms his theories. The feel of you against his legs, the way you rest against them.. head filling with dangerous thoughts as you look at up at him, all wide eyed.

Would you look up at him like that if he just.. forced you to suck him off? If he just.. locked the bathroom door and caged you in. Told you that it'd make him feel better. Would you cry if he slapped your face with his cock? Would you even be able to look at him? Would you choke? Fuck.. you'd look so cute.

"Here.. you're getting wet. Why don't you sit more between my legs? Can't have you getting sick while you're being such a good friend, taking care of me."

He's forcing you in with his hand, feeling your head rest against his thigh. Struggling to hold back a laugh at how his cock is basically resting on your head at this point. He can't see your face now but he bets it's priceless. You aren't even trying to squirm away. Too afraid that he'll fall.. thinking he's not doing it on purpose.

He'll let you calm down for now.. as much as you can. Taking his time washing his hair, enjoying the feel of you. Washing his body in your usual scent, making sure that you're directly under the suds that wash off. He needs you soaked for later..

"Close your eyes f'me a sec? Need to wash under my boxers.."

He's reaching past his waistband before your eyes are even fully closed, half resting his hand against your head as he grips himself tightly.

Slowly dragging his hand up and down his cock, feeling his hand drag against your head at the same time. Slow enough to not raise too many flags in your innocent little mind. You're too nervous to open your eyes, to question why he's taking so long. Scared to ask what the occasional noise is..

What if he.. with how innocent you are.. could he pretend that it's shower gel? Could he..?

He's lowering his boxers to give him more room before he can fully think it through. It'll be fine. You won't open your eyes. He's basically fucking his fist now. His head throbbing. Pre-cum drenching his hand. Fuck. Even that's falling on your hair.. look so pretty already. Mixing with the water falling on you, watching it follow the curves of your body.. he can't hold back.

He's cumming in his fist, watching it drip through his fingers, watching it land on you. His. His fucking girl. His girl being soaked by him. You don't even make a noise. You're clearly his. Fuck, what'd he give you fully cum on your face. To make you watch. To fuck it into your mouth with his fingers.. baby steps.

Tipping his head back against the cold shower walls, needing the chill to help keep his head straight. You're so pure. Friends.. he can't help the smirk that forms on his face. You really think friends do this.. so adorable.

He's dragging his boxers back up, needing to look at your face again. Needing to see if there's any cum on your face. Needing to try something new with you.

"Angel.. you can open your eyes now. I feel a little better, just needed the hot water to relax."

The way you're looking up at him almost sets him off again. Most of it's washed off.. but there's enough still on your body to make him feel feral. Dragging his tongue across his lip as he watches it wash off into the drain.

"You got a little dirty... can I.. wash you off? I don't want your skin getting dry from the suds."

The cum's made him more impatient, forcing you up from your knees. His half-lidded gaze returning, fully focus on you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

"Such a good friend to me.."

Grabbing your leg, forcing it up against his non-injured side, making you squeak as you wrap your hands around his waist, trying to keep your balance. Edging his hands up your thigh.. resting his fingers where your thighs end.. rubbing against the lace trim of your underwear.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm just.. cleaning you up. You've got suds here. Stay very, very still."

Sliding his fingers past the line, stretching them out, an inch away from touching your cute pussy.. slowly stroking. Hovering his finger over your hole, pushing in slightly before withdrawing, snapping your underwear back in place. Giving your ass the littlest slap.

"There's my good girl.. all cleaned up. So lucky to have a friend like you.."

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Woke up from the sweetest dream of eating ice cream with Jason in the middle of the night, both in our jammies hunched over a pint in opposite sides of the kitchen island and its just so special to not be doing this exact thing alone.

"There's something so sweet about loving and being loved. Knowing and being known. Especially by a man who makes every past moment of suffering so worth it if it's lead us to this." 🥺🥺

Late Night Desserts 

Pure Fluff ~1k words

It's late, the kind of late that's so far into the night that you can start to call it early. Your kitchen is dark, lit only by the dim street lights and the occasional stray beams of moonlight that break the clouds hanging low over Gotham's sky. There's the sounds of cars driving by, the faint whirl of a helicopter flying overhead, but it's all drowned out by the quiet giggles bouncing off the walls of your apartment. 

"Why are you even whispering," you stumble out between hushed laughs, voice barely above a breath as you point your spoon at Jason, eyes narrowing in accusation.

He grins, mock offense dripping into his quiet tone, "I could ask you the same question, sweetheart." 

"I'm whispering because you're whispering," you bite back, gaze leaving him so you can dip your spoon into the pint of your favorite ice cream resting between you on the counter. 

Jason scoffs, all teasing and playing as he reaches over to knock his spoon against yours, digging into the frozen dessert for another taste, "I'm whispering because it's still dark outside, and the walls of your apartment are thinner than paper."

"That's not my fault," You pout, taking your own bite of the ice cream. Your eyes narrow, but there's no heat to the action, not when the moment feels as sweet as the dessert you're sharing.

"Didn't say it was, doll," he hums, catching you entirely off guard when he reaches over the kitchen island to swipe his thumb over the corner of your lip, collecting what remains of the ice cream on his finger. His gaze never leaves yours as he licks his thumb clean, smile never fading.

He seems intent on knocking your world off center for a second time, because he speaks again, an easy grin on his face, like his words have no consequence either way, "You could always move in with me. Then it wouldn't matter how loud we were at night. Opens all kinds of doors, ya know?"

You think you manage to keep the surprise off your face when you answer (you don't), "It would?"

"Sure," he hums, jabbing his spoon back into the cartoon, it's the only sign that he feels even slightly nervous over the question he poised, "We could cook after eight pm without your neighbors complaining, blast music in the morning, and, ya know, if we ever get the dog you've talked about, it would be nice to have thicker walls."

His words sweep you right off your feet, his easy answer, the slight tension in his shoulders, all point to one thing. He's thought about this. He's planned a future with you, even if it's just coming up with small, mundane reasons on why you should move to his apartment. 

The realization steals your breath away, and it's only when his face furrows and his eyes start to dart over your face, searching for any clues of how you feel, that you remember you have to respond. 

"That sounds nice. I'd like that, " You say, voice melting into a different kind of soft from your previous whispers. It's a soft that's fond, almost reverent in the face of his feelings for you, the cusp of something more you want to build with him. 

The tension drains from his body, and his smile returns to something bright, something real, "Good." Jason lifts his spoon back to his mouth, face thoughtful like he's mulling over his next words, "You could move in anytime, you know. If you wanted. Half your stuff is already there anyway."

The ice cream melting onto the counter doesn't matter anymore, and you drop your spoon, letting it clatter loudly to the granite surface. Jason only has enough time to look confused and vaguely alarmed by the noise before you round the island to get to his side.

He tries to play off his eagerness with a nonchalant shrug, but you see right through your boyfriend. And suddenly, the moment feels so big.

The feeling nearly bursts from your chest. The warm, fluttery love that's so pure and right in your soul that it's nearly overwhelming. The idea that every path you've ever walked has led you to him, and him to you. 

He opens his mouth to talk, and you steal whatever words he means to say with your tongue. The kiss is sweet, so, so sweet. Sweeter than the dessert you were sharing, sweeter than anything you could tell him, sweeter than all the emotions fluttering in your stomach over just how much he means to you. 

Jason kisses you back with a softness that speaks to all the adoration he feels for you, dropping his own spoon to cup your face, to wrap an arm around your waist to draw you closer.

You only pull away first so you can watch the way his eyes flutter open slowly, lingering in the ghost of your lips against his.

"What was that for," he asks, voice so breathless and dreamy it nearly brings you to your knees.

"Just wanted to," you hum out, pressing a kiss to his jaw, to his chin, to his cheek. It's not a lie, it just doesn't encompass all the warmth you feel in your heart, the goofy smile you can't wipe from your face.

His dumbstruck smile matches your own as he squeezes your waist, saying everything he needs to say back with a simple touch. You melt into arms, ice cream, and quiet whispers long forgotten.

But you don't need to explain, don't have to elaborate. Jason knows what you mean when you press another gentle kiss to his lips, he knows what you're trying to say when you tangle your finger in his hair and memorize the feel of his body pressing against yours.

He always seems to know what you can't find the words to say. 

It's just a moment, just a stolen minute of peace as dark creeps towards day, but it's yours. Yours and his. Another warm memory to write into your story, another step towards something that feels like forever. 

The moon lights up your kitchen as it breaks the clouds once again, and Jason chases your mouth for another head-spinning kiss, sealing the promise of words unsaid, emotions that are far bigger than can be spoken into the calm, quiet air of the night.

[lustlovehart]

Modern Monster!Twst... mmm (I need to stop making different variations of the same au LMAO)

Warnings: Human Eating, Blood, influencer!Reader (who is the opposite of MH!Reader in terms of personality. You'll see how 😭), Breaking and Entering, Zombies in your bed

Maybe rather than a monster hunter, you’re an influencer who fakes monster sightings. You record yourself sifting through abandoned places, searching every place, and without fail, something always seems to appear from the shadows, your poor self only narrowly escaping...

Most of your audience knows its, but there are always many who believe its real simply from the sheer horror! It looks so real!

With your camera in hand, you walk into the abandoned asylum, famed in history for its treatments. When patients go mad, they lock their necks with tight collars, old studies believing it would stop the illness from spreading to their heads... Heartslaybul "hospital".

Maybe it's a special live stream. While you're talking the chat begins to explode with worries, their fear seeping into you.

Your friend didn't tell you they were gonna set off the fake that early... You're ready to turn off your camera and search for them, only to be met with a glowing, transparent light. It's similar to the ghost fake you've used a few times before, but... since when was it red?

Realization finally hits you when you turn to the side; pale blue hair holds what looks like your friend's camera, curiously gazing at the contraption splattered with crimson liquid. He carries it above and lets the scarlet drip into his mouth.

You drop your stream onto the floor, not daring to look at the chat, nor your back before you sprint as far as you can. You don't even make it five feet before you're met with decaying limbs wrapping around you, orange hair invading your vision, and a heart-shaped wound on your captors face.

"You like monsters a lot, don't you?" his smile is cocky as his arms envelop your waist, "you wouldn't mind letting one take a bite, yeah?" He's about to take a chunk out of you with his canines before another rotting man appears, except with more stitches than wounds and a height that towers over everything. He's swift to hoist you over his shoulder, out of the gluttonous beast's range.

"You have to share, Ace. It's harder to find food than it was a while ago." You would jump out of his hold, but being eight feet in the air is horrifying.

Any shouts are caught in your throat, especially when another person comes into frame, except... He looks the most normal out of all them, albeit the slight wisp in his body... and the way his mouth is delayed like it doesn't belong there.

"They're kinda cute! Can't believe this frail thing is the one I've been watching!" his bright personality contrasts the dark background, as well as the stifling atmosphere. The corpse holding your friend's camera walks over. His face looks sorry, but the way he licks his lips clean of blood tells a different one.

Your lips tremble; you may not have seen it first hand, but you'd be a fool to believe they survived that. Survive...

You have to...! You really wish you had a gun right now, or maybe even a knife you don't know! Anything!

"Here's you friends... weapon, I think. They were kinda hitting me with it so."

...

"Please don't eat me!!! I've been eating junk for the last few weeks. I promise I probably taste like grease and sugar!" Maybe they're the brain-eating type... "Ah, I'm... stupid! Yeah, my brain doesn't taste good at all!" You continue your blabbering, begging them not to take a bite out of you as you flail. Your legs kick the giant you're on, and each hit has him awkwardly smiling, yet it doesn't stop him from holding you. he doesn't seem phased at all...

If you can somehow get out, the exit to the forest isn't far... In fact! Your apartment isn't far at all!

The red glow you saw first float in front of you, the stitched corners of his mouth twitching into a devious smile.

"No one's broken the rules of coming here in awhile. Even humans have gone as far to make rules themself about entering, yet you disobeyed them too." he leans closer, dark hollow eyes staring into yours. "You broke them; what is your reason?"

"I saw a picture of you online and thought you were really cute so I came to find you!"

That, is what seems to shock everyone into paralysis.

You quickly flip yourself over, your back hitting the floor before running towards your exit. You can hear them all running after you, yet when you turn, the one that catches your attention is the scarlet ghost. His eyes are distant, yet they seem fixated entirely on you.

...

Your breath is heavy as you fall down your door, processing what just happened. How... How do you explain your friends disappearance? If anything... You'll be the first suspect.

What do you, what do you do, what do you??

The stress has you passing out on your floor, your whole body trembling in fear at the reality that you have almost lost your life.

In your slumber, you fail to realize the five figures that stare at you through your window.

...

You shift in your covers, the alarm on your clock waking you up. Slowly, you lean up, your mattress creaking from the movement. A dream, a horrible dream... Your worries lift off your chest at the prospect. It was so realistic...

The sight of a bloody camera and cracked phone makes your initial relief disappear.

"Man, I didn't realize how comfy beds were now...!" the voice has you look to your left a rotten moving corpse under your sheets with you, the heart-wounded monster smiling at your shock. The shift of a different zombie has you looking to your right, pale blue emerging from under the blankets.

"He made me sleep here, i'm so sorry-"

"I did not; you came in here on your own Deuce-!"

You jump out of your bed, your body hitting the wall as photos fall to the floor. "How... How...? How the hell-?!" You reach for a fork you had lying around on your desk, an unfortunately familiar large hand gently grabbing your wrist and guiding the utensil away from the zombies.

"Sorry, silver works better on vampires." A spark of electricity leaves him when he exchanges this fact, the shock barely caressing your skin. You leap at the sensation, metal sounding off the floor. The corpse complied of different flesh, smiles at you as if you were simply jumpy, not absolutely horrified.

Those exist too?!

The curtains to your room are closed, minimal light seeping through. It might be cause for your current predicament. You swear, as they talk to you, a pair of green irises stare you down, and right when you're about to direct attention to the entity, shadows wave you goodbye.

It's as if you've given up your drive when they watch you sit on the floor, blankly staring at their rose tyrant.

"Can you at least kill me painlessly before you eat me...?" They all stare at the sudden willingness you have for their hunger... Their shock subsides when they notice the way you have a far-away camera recording them. It's no worry to them though; it's not live.

Riddle's apparitional form floats forward, the first one to break the stalemate. You shut your eyes tight, sticking your arm out for him like he was a vampire rather than a ghost.

as long as someone, anyone really, finds the footage...

You can go out famous for your mysterious death!

"Don't be foolish." Riddles cold wispy hand suddenly solidifies, his warm palm taking your hand. "the only way to truly stop a rule-breakers transgressions, is to make sure they can never do them again." They're gonna kill you. They're gonna-

"We're staying right here." Wait, is he saying...

Are they gonna live with you!?

A/n: I was actually gonna do all the dorms for this but realized i need to stop doing long posts for really small stuff 😔

It's not clear, but all of them actually know who you are solely from the phone Riddle got Cater when he went out as a human. he found you and then showed you all to them, collectively agreeing you'd be a good meal.

Riddle thought you were pretty on sight, but knows it's in his best interest to stay rule-abiding and just stick to consuming you. It must be destiny, the influencer they've all been secretly crushing on watching, said they thought he was pretty.

Cue the rest of Modern! Monster Twst about a fake monster investigator and the very real monsters who start living with them solely out of affection <3

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: their reaction to the fact that you asked them to obey you during sex🫦

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Park Min Su x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Gang No Eul x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

Warning: NSFW

A/N: It was written in classes at the university!😭

🫦🫦🫦

Cho Hyun Ju

Usually your girlfriend is the main one in bed, but it happens that you really want to be the main one. When you ask her to obey you tonight, Ju doesn't resist, she likes to watch you control her embarrassedly and incompetly. Ju like when you try to flirting to point her out.

- Baby, your face is so cute, I can only cum by looking at it. - the girl teased you when you ordered her not to cum.

- Ju, stop embarrassing me! Because of you, I'm leaving my role!

- I'm silent, I'm silent, baby.

Still, you like it better when your girlfriend orders you, so you rarely offer her to change roles.

Park Min Su

Your boyfriend is literally a timid rabbit, he is very shy and gentle in relationships, so you take the main role, both in ordinary relationships and in bed.

It doesn't bother both of you, because the guy literally has a fetish for you to order him to do something, but without any humiliation! You two don't like it at all! Everything is nice and very tender with you!

- Honey, do you know how you can please your beloved girl?

- What should I do?

- Give me a cunnilingus, and then I'll reward you.

You never force him to do something against his will, if he doesn't like something, he'll tell you right away.

Thanos (Su Bong)

No, no, no. Don't even think about asking him to obey you during sex, he will refuse you with a laugh. No matter how much he loves you, he's not going to agree to such an adventure.

He believes that a man should not lay in front of a woman, even if he has a strong love for her, so don't even think that he will agree.

And if you suggest, he will bring you to five orgasms, after which you will forget about your idea.

- Now I'll get this fucking dope out of your head, baby. So that you don't offer me to obey you anymore. - he said almost always when he stuck his dick in your pussy.

Gang No Eul

With her, also don't think that she will allow you to subjue her. She won't respond to your request with laughter, but will only show who is really in charge by fucking you well.

No Eul is not used to obeying anyone, no matter a girl or a guy, no matter she loves much or not, she will not allow herself to be subordinated to anyone.

And she herself understands that you like it better when you humiliate yourself in front of her, and all your ideas are just a small performance.

- My love, I love you very much, but let's be honest, you like to be humiliated by me and you like to beg to let you cum. So don't make an iron lady out of yourself, but let me give you real pleasure. - these words are enough for your panties to get wet, she knows you too well.

Nam Gyu

Your boyfriend is a good manipulator, he doesn't let anyone get to him, let alone allow himself to obey someone.

He is a very respectable man, the owner of the club, he is used to other people running in front of him on their hind legs and almost whining, as long as he would pay attention to them. And he only laughs at how pathetic they are and he will never descend to such a point.

But you are his exception.

You are the only girl, and in general, the only person in front of whom he himself can kneel and beg to pay attention to him.

So he does not refuse your offer to be a master in bed, on the contrary, he loves diversity in your sexual life, so he is ready for you to put a collar on him and give commands, he is ready for anything for you.

- Good boy. Good Gyu.

🫦🫦🫦

[sacrificiallane]

just the tip ۶ৎ mean!Luke Castellan blurb

cw: coercing!! (luke takes your virginity without asking 😔 he‘s mean like that!) MEAN!LUKE. sex. p in v. no protection (pls don't do that in real life!) ♡ blurb, so it's a little very short.

not proofread, oops

he is so desperate! literally, Luke thinks it's so unfair, how you're looking all pretty for him... yet won't let him in. it's killing him, please.

he just doesn't get this whole 'saving yourself for marriage' thing. it's stupid, he thinks, how you let him have his tongue buried between your thighs but not his dick ―

"please baby," his voice borders on a whine as he bumps his drooling tip against your clothed cunt and pries your thighs a little further apart. "just let me ―," he groans. momentarily, he thinks about just ripping the fabric in half and having his way with you... but he is a patient boy. for now.

"i told you, just the tip, hm?" Luke is taking a different approach then. he doesn't want to scare you, after all. so his hands ― all gentle and loving ― find a way to your face, to carefully caress your cheeks.

"you trust me, no?" he coaxes further, invading your space by nuzzling his nose to yours. an endearing gesture that makes it just so easy for him to get his way...

when you answer a soft 'yes, Luke...,' he smiles.

Luke knows how to sweet talk you into things. he's a son of Hermes, after all, one of the cleverest and most mischievous of the olympian gods.

"and you know i would never do anything that's bad for you, right?"

your teeth press into your bottom lip and Luke gets even harder Lukes fingers press the slightest bit harder into your skin, "right?" he doesn't like how you're hesitating, it's a normal question after all. i mean, why would you not trust him, after all? he is always taking care of you!

when he asks again, you know you have to answer "yea..."

he smirks, "good" and his hand starts to relax, and to wander.

he knows your body by heart, so the boy doesn't even have to look anywhere but your eyes when his fingers ghost over the drenched part of your panties.

Luke watches closely for your reaction. it's when your eyes trail down as well, when you feel him prodding, tugging and teasing, dangerously close to the part that you were denying him just moments ago, he acts quickly!

in an attempt to distract you from what he was really doing down there, and fearing that you'd deny him again and again, his lips press against yours in a hot kiss. it has you relax, at least, and gives him enough time to messily pull your panties to the side and press his bare tip against your slit. his tongue licks broadly into your mouth, to swallow any disagreeing noise of yours. he knows what's good for you!

when you do start to get a bit more whiny though, and try to move further up his bed ― you're nervous, of course, and Luke loves you too much to just ignore such a thing! ― he is quick to mutter sweet words meant to soothe you. whispering how he loves you, and how good you are for him.

his unoccupied hand smoothes over your hair, and his forehead bumps against yours when he literally bullies his thick head through your walls.

"fuck..." a breathless hiss and his eyes flutter close. you are so tight! wrapped around him like a vice, and Luke can just barely make out how you open a little further for him, and suddenly all of his common sense wanders south, and he craves you even more.

he really can't help it this time...

"sorry, i'm sorry―"

a loud gasp spills over your swollen lips when his hips suddenly snap flush against your own ― and his length slips all the way into your fluttering walls until you are completely full of him. so full, he can see himself slightly outlined through your tummy. "gods―" another thrust. in and out again, just to watch your reaction of having him poke your deepest parts.

"you ― just the tip ―" you were stuttering, trying to find words as he was greatly taking care of needs you weren't even aware of having! your fingers curl further around his sheets, cramping a little, when an especially hard thrust had you seeing stars for a moment.

Luke doesn't even think of slipping out again. instead, he shushed you softly, and pressed one hand over your mouth. gentle, of course. but you were so loud! and your sweet innocent voice trying to make sense of him, had him so close to spilling.

"it's okay―," he mutters in a breathless whisper, "you're fine."

Luke would never make you do anything you aren't ready for. he swears!

and when your eyes roll back and your legs start shaking, your own climax hitting you so quickly that you don't even know how or when to warn you... he's there, with you, to rub soothing circles into your naked skin and remind himself that this is all just for him.

well, and there goes your 'saving yourself for marriage' ― "guess i will just have to marry you then..."

shorter than the percy smut, but i liked it like that! sue me

[psychopathonadiet]

Danny's eyeing the stranger at his table, trying to figure this kid out. He's not a ghost, he can tell, but he's definitely Something. Probably Not Human.

His parents and Jazz are still there, though, and they won't let him get away with asking 'rude questions' so he settles for staring.

"Kon" knows that he's staring at him, and frequently makes eye contact and raises an eyebrow or rolls his eyes. Danny doesn't care.

At some point, his parents finish eating and grab some measurement devices, waving them around "Kon" while he finishes his own meal. The other teen doesn't seem to mind, just huffing and sighing at the various noises the devices and his parents make. Fairly soon, Danny's mom and dad get what they wanted and race back down to the basement.

There's a small, awkward pause. Danny doesn't let it go for long.

"So, Mom and Dad said you're extra-dimensional, but not a ghost? Any chance you know what you are, then?"

Jazz looked offended on the other teen's behalf. "Danny! He's not a what!"

"Kon", on the other hand, shrugged with a grimace on his face. "Honestly, I don't even get the extra-dimensional part? I think your dad just assumed that. I was in the middle of teleporting when I ended up in your basement lab - is that a real thing? Actually, don't answer that - and he tried hitting me with a weird bazooka thing."

Danny and Jazz both stared at him this time. Danny was even more confused then before. "You say that as if it's common knowledge that teleportation exists."

Kon blinks, face blank, and Danny can see him mentally buffering for a second. "...It kind of is? At least, it's an open secret among the scientific community, and your parents are scientists, so I figured they knew." Danny sees Kon squint his eyes at him and his sister, gaze flickering between them, before he continued. "Wait, you really don't recognize me, do you? Like, it's not just you being polite, you genuinely have no idea who I am?"

For some reason, the other boy gestured at his tshirt as he said that last bit. While the weird S logo looked pretty cool, Danny had no fucking clue what it meant at all. "...No? Are we supposed to?"

Danny glances at Jazz sitting next to him, who is now ringing her hands and biting her lip in worry. Oh boy.

Kon's reply just cements the issue they've been presented with. "Okay. So. I think you're parents were right with the whole extra-dimensional thing."

Zeta Beams are a very finicky and powerful technology that require specific conditions to work properly.

Being shot with an unknown ray from one of Lex Luthors guns mid zeta was not one of those conditions.

Superboy, reappearing out of the zeta beam, now dazed and confused, stumbles and leans against the closest solid object and takes in his surroundings.

He’s in a lab of some sort, and whoever used it knew a wide variety of sciences. Chemistry equipment consolidated to one corner of the room while a mildly cluttered bench of mechanisms, welding equipment, and doohickeys take over another corner of the room. The entire workplace was bathed in a toxic green light coming from…

Kon turned and gawked at the massive swirling green vortex and pushed off the metal edge of the tear in reality that he had been leaning on.

His mind was running miles a minute. He was meant to be at the Watchtower and he’s here in some windowless laboratory and a portal that looks like something straight out of science fiction. He doesn’t know what to do but all of his scrambling thoughts screeched to a halt the moment he heard footsteps and an unknown heartbeat coming down a set of stairs he hadn’t noticed on his quick scan of the room.

He should have flown to the ceiling and hid or used his X-Ray vision to identify the threat but he was reeling so badly he just stood frozen in place, a foot or two away from the portal casting a long shadow that cut through the violently green glow.

A man in an orange jumpsuit barrels down the stairs with- is that a bazooka?

The orange wall of a human man whipped around the barrel to face him. “DIE GHOST!”.

“I’m sorry what?”

Kon didn’t get a verbal answer but he sure as hell got a physical one. The man pulled the trigger and a glowing green bullet of *something* shot towards him. Kon momentarily debated dodging out of the way with his super speed but thought better of it. Robin would tell him to stay still and show the threat that he couldn’t be harmed to shut down the fight before it could escalate any further.

Blocking his face from debris, Kon closes his eyes and lets the projectile make contact.

He expected to be thrown back into the strange vortex portal thing or feel the impact, but to his surprise he felt absolutely nothing. Whatever glowing green and white metallic stuff he was hit with, he was completely invulnerable to as a half Kryptonian.

(It is at this point where I sped the writing along to bullet point outlines)

- Kon goes hey wtf man I’m not a ghost

- Jack doesn’t buy it it might be a ghost trick.

- Jack slowly walks up to Kon with a Fenton bat.

- Kon stares at him arms crossed. He knows now he can’t be hurt

- Jack, making full eye contact with Kon and goes ‘you can’t fool me ghost’ or something and hits him over the head with the bat.

- Bat shatters over Kon’s head as Kon stares at him and does a “are you done?”

- as he says this Jack Fenton slowly raises a lipstick lazer

- Jack turns on lazer and Kon glares at Jack exasperatedly.

- Kon’s patience runs out. He grabs the lazer from jacks hands and crushes it in his palm.

- I’m not a ghost man. I was trying to zeta to the watchtower and now I’m here now can you stop??

- Jack doesn’t understand what those words mean. Mutters that this might be a fascinating new discovery and goes over to the tech corner

- Grabs a tsa metal detector wand looking thing and waves it over Kon, who hasnt moved and is now curious to see what this man will do knowing now that he can’t be hurt. (Later found that this universe boosts his powers a tad which is making him More Invulnerable)

- It beeps and jack looks at it and his face of confusion turns to a massive grin. He turns towards the stairs and shouts to Maddie that they have a extradimensional non ghost guest and to move the ghost gear out of the guest room.

- Kon is like what the shit why did this mans attitude chanhe so much

- kon is then temporarily housed by the Fentons whilst they are delighted to start on a new big project. they plan to make an addition onto the ghost zone portal to find the frequency of other dimensions and make a gateway between them using Kon as the tuning fork to find his dimension.

[cutehoons02]

Criminal love

*pairing: illegal racer driver Jake x police Girl

*trope: fratboy/oppositive attraction

*synopsis: Having Jake Sim as a neighbor was exhausting, he showed himself as the perfect neighbor that everyone would want: quiet, greeted the old ladies of the neighborhood, always helped those who were in trouble but you had realized that under that face there was something hidden, Perhaps your sixth sense as a novice cop was not entirely so wrong. What if your boss wants to arrest and figure out who the thugs are that run illegal races outside town but these illegal race drivers know your secret, especially your neighbours?

*tags: Lots of tension, the protagonist does not trust Jake, Jake is a pervert but in the end also a good guy, they tease each other, illegal rides, masturbation (semi-public: in car at night) f. receives it, kisses, blackmail, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, sucking on the head,stalking,obsession, pet names (princess, police officer) (jakey,thug) fluffy

(English is not my native language)

Jungwon pt

10.3k (🚔)

You were sitting at your desk, a cup of coffee in your hands, while your supervisor threw a file on your desk. Your supervisor looked at you and started talking to you and two other novices who had passed the state police trials with you: -These guys are becoming a problem, Every month, large cars are stolen and then modified to run and have illegal races outside the city! -

You browsed through the curious photos and there were black sports cars, neon lights, people dancing around bonfires and at the top of the page there were 7 guys with masks or hoods on their eyes. No faces, only speed, tire smoke, and chaos.

"Illegal races? I thought they were only in movies like Fast and Furious, not in real life," you said, curiously. Your supervisor laughed and continued -And clandestine parties outside of Seoul. Nobody knows who they are, but they use nicknames. We heard them on the radio: "Wildcat", "Ghost", "Hawk" and "Joker". These 4 are the best for now but every 6 months they make some tournament to qualify and we know that the other 3 who don't have nicknames are also entering that world; the only thing we know is their nicknames and age ranging from 19 to 23.- And your supervisor sighs

-The problem is that they are unbreakable. Fast, careful, and, as far as we know, never get arrested.- Nod slowly, the thought that torments you is one: what would happen if you found out that one of them was someone you knew?

-I want you to research them from morning to night, the addresses for races are sent on encrypted sites and every weekend they change zone and code to enter. You and the other two colleagues gave "Yes, sir" and left the room.

The automatic door of the convenience store opens with a beep and you head to the instant ramen shelf. The shop is almost empty, the only sound is the local radio that the salesman left on.

Radio: ... according to rumors, a new clandestine race could take place in a few days in the streets outside Seoul. Most expected names? The King of Escapes, "Joker", the night predator "Wildcat", the track ghost "Ghost" and, of course, the elusive "Hawk".

You froze instantly, even the radio was talking about it? Were seriously so famous? and your gaze remains fixed on the ramen you had just taken. Those words, those names...

Until you heard a voice as familiar as that made you look up

«Interesting news, right? I thought that for the radio they put only K-pop!»

Across the aisle, between the shelves, Jake was leaning carelessly against one of the shelves. He wore a grey sweatshirt, his hair slightly ruffled, and eyes that looked at you with a deviated glow. You may be wondering who is this Jake, in plain words is your neighbor and was the representation of the good guy from the neighborhood but your intuition as a cop had always told you to be careful about that kid because you knew he was hiding something. He’s got you and you feel the pulse.

«You are thinking. Something wrong?»

"No. Just tired." Jake smiled softly, pushing himself away from the shelf and approaching a few steps

«Ah, I see. A long day to follow the bad guys, huh?»

You feel a shiver. There is something in the way he says it, something too... conscious.

Jake reaches out and takes a can of iced coffee from the shelf next to you and his arm touches yours for an instant too long.

«You know, you should relax a little bit more. It would be good for you.»

You squeezed the ramen and knew you had to get away but could not take your eyes off him.

«Need a picture of me? That lasts longer.»

His voice is low and playful. He says it with such a confident air that you look up to the sky, but the heat that rises in your face betrays you.

"Are you always so full of yourself?"

«Only when I have an audience worth it!» he said laughing

"And you, Jake... what do you think of illegal racing?" you said pointing at the device of the radio above your heads

For a moment, a very short moment, you noticed a change in his eyes. Something that slipped away, like a shadow. But then he smiles, that usual golden boy expression that deceives everyone.

«Oh, they’re not my type. I’m an engineering student, you know? I have more serious things to think about.»

"Really? So you’re not interested? Not even a little bit?"

Jake bends his head, looking at you carefully, as if he is trying to figure out how far you are pushing the game.

«Well... If I had the time, I think I would go there at least once. It must be fun, right? The thrill of speed, adrenaline, risk... Certainly a nice show.»

You stared at him and if he was lying, he was damn good at it.

"You know what? We could go together."

Jake pauses for a second, then laughs softly, lowering his chin slightly as he looks at you with new interest.

«You... want to go to a clandestine competition? Isn’t it against your social status as a cop? Don’t tell me you want to go there just to arrest those 4 who compete!»

"Well, in a way you’re right I shouldn’t go because I should report immediately but why not? You’re the one who says it could be interesting and if they don’t find me I could first try their territory and then have some evidence to arrest them"

Jake steps forward and you don’t move and your breathing slows down as he approaches, the warmth of his body a few inches away.

«No, no, no... you see, you shouldn’t go to places like that. Not even if you wanted to arrest one of those four pilots»

He raises his hand and, very slowly, touches your cheek. The touch is light, barely perceptible, but you feel a shiver along your back. The thumb moves for a moment on your skin, and then it moves over your hair, making it slide between your fingers.

«Especially a good girl like you.» His voice is a whisper now. A sharp blade wrapped in velvet. «Especially a first-time cop.»

"How do you know I’m a rookie?"

Jake smiles again. But this time there is something darker in that lip curve.

«Because you see. I bet that you will be my age or maybe you are even smaller than me and believe me... In such a place, they would eat you in one bite.» Something in the way he says it, the way he looks at you made you feel like you were being discovered. As if he knew everything about her, while you knew nothing about him... anything.

«But it’s adorable that you want to play the game of finding the bad guys in the story, but maybe there is someone out there who is more evil than just kids who enjoy running with illegal cars!»

And with that, he turns and leaves, leaving you there, with the ramen still in his hand and his heart beating too fast and with the knowledge that he knew too much about you and maybe even your secret.

The lair is illuminated by cold neon lights, casting long shadows on parked cars. The monitors along the wall show maps, photos, and detailed information. An entire wall is dedicated to their "interests": cops looking for them, rivals, people who could be a problem; and in the center of the board, among the many faces, there is one that attracts more than all the eyes of Jake.

Your.

Jake is sitting in his usual chair, with legs stretched out and a lighter between his fingers. Heeseung browsed some cards, Jay was sitting on the hood of a car, and Sunghoon was quietly watching the codes of future races that were to send in encrypted sites.

'So... your lovely neighbor is a cop. And she has a brother who works with the city scum', said Sunghoon

-Life is ironic, huh?- smiled Heeseung as he browsed through the envelope of your personal information

<Who knows, that someone who is not the police has managed to find out his secret> said Jay laughing

Jake smiles softly, his eyes fixed on your picture. He already knows the answer.

«Oh, she knows. He just tries to ignore him. She pretends that his brother is not a problem. Who has no blood on his hands but every day she lives with that fear of being discovered»

It slowly rises, approaches the wall, and with two fingers slides over your image. The thumb touches the edge of the photo as if it is stroking you.

«She wants to be a good girl and at the same time a good cop. But having a gangster in the family... makes everything more complicated, right?»

'So? What do you want to do with it?' asked Sunghoon

Jake turns with a smirk on his lips «She’s smart. Stubborn. If she finds out about us, she’ll start digging.»

<And if he digs too much?> said Jay

«... Then I’ll show her what her don’t want to see.»

Jake takes another picture from under the ballot: it’s your brother. A man he knows in the streets, who doesn’t just run.

«If he turns against me, he will know that I am not the greatest danger in his life.»

Jay whistles quietly and he says no with his head <You know this thing is sick, right?>

«Oh, come tell me when you have a cop who looks at you with suspicion and desire at the same time.» Sunghoon shakes his head with a half smile. 'What if instead you end up wanting it just for yourself?'

Jake freezes for a second. Then he laughs softly. «Isn’t that the same thing? Let him find out who I am. In fact... I can’t wait.»

Heeseung looked at him and said: -Don’t play with the fire Jake, we know you’re good at beating the cops but when you’ve got them on your ass and when feelings come into play it’s harder to beat them-

The air was fresh, typical of late September nights, with a light breeze lifting the dust off the asphalt. The lights of the city faded in the distance as the road stretched out before you and your best friend, your only companion in this madness.

'Tell me again why are we doing this thing?' she asked your friend

"Because I want to see who they are. I want to know who is behind those faces and nicknames. I want to catch them."

Your best friend chuckled. 'Are you sure you don’t just want the adrenaline?'

The shiver of danger was a thin flame under your skin, something that made you feel alive. Yet, there was more. There was Jake.

He left you with too many questions. He studied you too well. How did he know so much about you? And if he had anything to do with it, you should have found out.

You had been trying for days to get to the underground race. You’d lied, gone around private chats, pretended to be someone else. You finally got the invitation. But what you didn’t know was that they knew about you long before you tried to look for them.

When you arrived, the air was vibrating with the roar of the engines.

Purple and blue neon lights lit up isolated streets, sports cars parked everywhere, crowds screaming and betting.

Your best friend came to you, with bright eyes. 'It’s crazy. It feels like you’re in a movie.' You looked around, and the pulse slightly accelerated. You had to spot the pilots. You were supposed to find him and it didn’t take long. Jake was there, leaning on his car, a black Nissan Skyline with red details, a cigarette between his fingers, and a look that was too smug.

He had seen you. He was waiting for you. And he wasn’t alone. Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jay... they were all there. All the pilots. The guys you were trying to frame.

A shiver ran through your back and there was something wrong, unaware of everything your best friend gave you an elbow push. 'Wow, look at that one. It looks like he’s eating you with his eyes.'

Jake.

Smiled. A smile that promised nothing good and at that moment you realized it was a trap, It was a breeze to know where the illegal race was when you had put your false data and knew that one of those 4 knew how to work with the dark web and they had you trapped rather attracted in their sick world. They wanted you to come and let you find the invitation.

The air was thick with excitement and tension. The roar of the engines became louder, vibrations in the asphalt under my feet. But the only thing you felt was Jake, he was there, leaning on his car, talking to someone, but he didn’t even look at you.

The boy next door, the one with the golden retriever smile and sweet eyes, was gone. In his place there was someone else, someone who did not glance at you as if you did not exist yet, you could not take your eyes off him. The way a hand passed through his hair.

The way his sweatshirt fell perfectly on him, leaving a silver chain under his dark shirt and dark glasses that made him look like a thug. The way you knew he was doing this on purpose was pissing you off but also killing you, but you would never admit it.

One shot, you were stuck, your heart popping. Instinctively, you leaned on your best friend, feeling her hand wrap around your waist.

'It’s all right,' she whispered. 'It’s just the signal of departure.'

Sure. You knew it. You were a police officer. Yet, the sound of the shot had paralyzed you for a moment. A memory. A fear you never admitted.

The cars sprinted forward.

People around you were yelling, betting, and filming with phones. The adrenaline was electric in the air and cars moved like lightning, dangerous curves faced at impossible speeds. But your eyes were only on Jake.

Second off, you saw him push his car over the limit, gaining valuable meters. Then came that curve-one of the worst. Sunghoon was in front, ready to close every gap but Jake didn’t brake and with an impossible detachment, he slipped inside at the last second, overtaking him with a maneuver that no one would ever have risked.

The crowd exploded moments later, crossed the finish line first and you felt the adrenaline in your blood, as if you had run too.

You moved without thinking as your best girl yelled to you to come back and you crossed the crowd that was crowded around the drivers, hearing people talking excited about the race. Someone tried to stop you, but you ignored them until you went to Jake, he was there, leaning against his car, bottle of water in hand, as if he had not just risked his life in a crazy run.

"You are completely out of your mind!" you exploded as you approached him.

Jake looked up slowly, surprised by your presence, and then smiled. That damn smile.

«Oh, you worried about me? I have a pretty neighbor who babysits for me!» Was that a game for him?

"That maneuver was a suicide! Are you aware of what could have happened if you had been wrong by one millimeter?"

Jake drank a sip of water, then ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair. «But I was right.»

"That’s not the point!" you yell, exasperated. "You... you’re not normal."

Jake came a step closer and did so slowly, with intent, until you felt the hood of his car against your back.

«What if I told you that I did it on purpose?» he whispered.

"Why?" you hissed, your heart beating too fast.

Jake smiled. «I wanted to see if you could take your eyes off me.»

The air around you was still warm from the rush of running, but you felt like you were suffocating. Jake laughed. As if this was all just a game to him and as if you were just another bet to win.

"Where’s the guy who studied engineering? The one who takes Layla out to the park and the one who helps old people with groceries?"

Jake leaned slightly toward you

«Still here,» he replied calmly, bowing his head. «Do you want to arrest him?»

And he raised his hands in front of him, his wrists joined together in the universal sign of handcuffs.

«You can arrest me now» Your blood froze.

Jake was making fun of you and he had made fun of you all along and this thing did not sit well, your sixth sense never lied so you would have imagined to find it in a context like that.

You opened your mouth to answer, but it was at that moment that another shot rang in the air and you heard screams.

The crowd around you dispersed, and someone ran. Your hand instinctively went to the belt-but you didn’t have the gun with you. You were unarmed and Jake looked at you and something in his eyes changed. He was funny, but also... serious.

«You are slow,» she said, before grabbing your wrist.

"Wait" He didn’t let you finish the sentence and in a second, pushed you towards his car, opened the passenger door and threw you in, locking you inside without too many compliments and then went up from the driver’s side and pressed the accelerator.

The city lights were passing like trails as Jake ran at breakneck speed through the night streets and police sirens were nearby.

"Jake, stop!" you yelled, nails sticking into the seat.

He laughed. He laughed. "You’re crazy! You’ll kill us both!"

«No, no. I’m in control, baby.»

He steered suddenly into a narrow alley, avoiding another car by a whisper. The pulse in your chest exploded and your mind told you that you had to stop it, that this was your chance to arrest it but your body? Your body was burning with adrenaline.

Jake was damn good. He knew exactly what to do and after a few minutes, the sirens faded. You couldn’t believe he had just dropped them off like a cop with no idea how many years of driving career and then steered sharply again, climbing onto a back road. After a few minutes, it stopped and Seoul lay beneath you, a show of lights that seemed infinitely far from the chaos of just a few minutes before.

Jake turned to you and raised his hands again in the handcuff mark.

«So?» he asked, with that little smile. «Do you still want to arrest me?»

You didn’t think. The palm of your hand hit his cheek with a strong slap, you were so tired of his attitude, his depraved little laugh and everything you had discovered in those few hours.

Jake stopped for a second and then laughed softly, tongue on his lip.

«Oh, I love it when you’re tough.»

And before you could move, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the seat. «I told you that you are slow, to be a police officer you should be more reactive, I know that you are at the beginning but you are poor in movements and reflexes»

His eyes dropped on your lips and without asking permission he kissed you and not a sweet kiss was a hungry, wild kiss, as if he had waited too long. As if he finally got what he wanted and maybe, that thing was you. Jake didn’t even give you time to think, he kissed you with the same intensity that he drove: no fear, no rules, no brakes.

His mouth was smashed against yours, hard, overbearing, hands that clenched around your hips to pull you even closer to him.

It was too close, too hot, too intense-you felt sucked into him as if he had always been waiting for that moment.

Your breath broke when his teeth caught your lower lip, pulling it just enough to make you gasp. Bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing and Jake smiled at your lips. Amused. Provocative, as if he was challenging you.

With a steady movement, you grabbed his wrist, using your strength and training to lock it and push it backward, and then you flipped it over onto the driver’s seat, immobilizing him with your hands behind his back.

Jake laughed.

«Finally,» he murmured, «I see my beautiful policeman at work.»

His tone drove you crazy, he was teasing you once again even defeated and the anger exploded inside of you. "You shouldn’t do this stuff, Jake!"

«Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, still laughing. «And what should I do then?»

"Have a normal life!" you broke. "You’re twenty-two! You should be a student, you should be worried about exams, not running to the police like a criminal."

Then he did something that made you freeze the blood blew on your neck and the shiver went through your skin before even your brain could react, and it was at that moment that you understood. He had you.

Jake got out of it with an insane speed, turning you in a moment and locking you under him and this time, you were the one immobilized.

"What the hell?"

He took you by the hips and pulled you up, making you sit on him.

He was too strong, too fast, too clever. You found yourself completely locked in, his hands wrapped around your wrists, chest rising and falling against yours.

"Let me go," you hissed, your breath short.

Jake shook his head. «No.»

You hated him. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you hated even more the fact that his body pressed against yours made you tremble.

"I don’t want to be touched by a thug." Jake smiled. A poisonous smile.

«Pity, princess.» Then he lowered his voice. «You don’t want to be touched by a thug... but your blood runs through your brother’s body.» Your breath stopped. «And you know the difference between me and him?» he continued, his tone so soft that it was scary.

«I run. He traffics weapons.» Your hands clenched in a fist. "You’re lying." Jake bowed his head. «Really?»

He stared at you with those eyes that seemed to see every fucking weakness.

«Tell me, princess... why are you here? To catch us? Or to hide the fact that the perfect cop has a brother who is worth more than anyone in here?» Jake knew everything.

He knew of your dirty blood, of the brother you tried to hide, of the truth that would destroy you, of your name changed at the police station to make sure that people would know you as a normal girl and not with a surname that circulated for years in the prison offices database.

«What, princess?" His voice was a whisper, full of fun. «Now you’re not talking?» You tried to move, to break free from its grip. He had completely blocked you and you felt his big hand slip on your cheek, a slow, languid, dangerous touch.

«You are so beautiful.» His words slipped on you like poison.

"Don’t get it, Jake." You hissed, clenching your teeth. "Tell me how you found out about those things." Jake smiled. That damned bastard smile.

«I have my ways." He shrugs his shoulders as if it were obvious. "But I will never tell you. Especially with a cop who might fuck me.»

Your breath was short and then... you felt it. His lips on your neck gave little kisses from the lobe of your ear down to where there was more meat to suck, bite, kiss, and torment at the same time, and his big hands under your back.

Your body reacted before your mind, you felt a lot of shivers through your back and you wanted to run away from him but you couldn’t a warm shiver passed through you and you hated him for it.

Jake laughed softly against your skin, feeling you stiffening.

«You feel it too, don’t you?» he muttered, the warm breath against your skin. «This thing between us... this fire? It’s since I saw you for the first time caressing Layla that I thought about what your lips tasted like»

No. No. No. You couldn’t let him control.

"You’re a fucking asshole." You spat out, your voice is full of hate.

But he... knew you were in his pocket. He rose just, his eyes shining with pure fun and then he whispered the words that took the air out of your lungs.

«Just try to say one word about me...... or the other pilots... and your boss will find out all about your brother.»

Your blood froze in your veins when you heard those words.

«And guess what?» Jake came closer again, his mouth touched the lobe of your ear. «You will not have a job anymore.» And then you felt the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the thumb slowly caressing your skin, you stiffened, but he did not stop.

«Why do you cry, princess?» he whispered with a crooked smile. «You didn’t expect me to know everything, did you?» and at this affirmation a tear slipped on your face and Jake kissed it.

You blocked was a sweet gesture, it was a gesture not from the thug Jake but from the Jake who played with Layla every morning and who loved to talk to the old people of the neighborhood, He looked like the sweet Jake you first met when you moved in and brought you chocolate chip cookies to introduce himself to you.

«You’re beautiful, even when you’re pissed at me.»

"Fuck you." You hissed, looking away.

Jake laughed softly. A low, drool, terribly hypnotic laugh and then he bowed his head, looking at you with an intensity that made you shudder.

«Let’s make a deal, princess.»

You did not answer immediately because you already knew that it would blackmail you and you hated yourself because of all the laws and rules that you had stated before becoming a cop.

"What kind of a deal?"

«One that suits you.» he smiled with a clever air. «You will no longer interfere with the races, you will no longer put your nose in our business, and I...» paused, letting the words creep into you, «...I will keep your secret, no one will ever know that you took your mother’s name and that you have a brother who works in organized crime.»

You felt yourself missing the ground under your feet. Jake won and your heart was pounding in your chest. You had fought so hard for your job, for your career and now you were in danger of losing everything.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and, with narrow teeth, nodded.

"I don’t want to lose my dream job." you muttered, with a whisper of voice. Jake nodded a satisfied smile.

«And I don’t want to be arrested for something that I love more than my own life.» He was serious, for the first time that night.

"The races?" you asked quietly.

Jake nodded. «The cars, the speed, the adrenaline.» He paused, then added: «It’s all I have and that I have in common with my best friends, I know I can be selfish but I love reckless things and always feeling on the edge of a razor is like a drug for me.»

You bit your lip. So that’s what it meant to him. Not just rebellion. Not just a dangerous game. But passion. Perhaps in another world, in another life, you might have understood it. Jake approached slowly, his breath touching yours.

«So... deal done?» You showed only a second, then sighed, defeated and you gave him the hand "Deal done."

Jake smiled. And before you could add anything else, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was different, sweeter but still intense. Deep, possessive and his hands slid down your back, holding you with disarming assurance. Your fingers slipped down his jaw, up to his neck and you slightly squeezed his silver collar. You felt him tremble under your touch as your hands went under his shirt and felt the crests of his abs under your hands.

«Curse...» whispered against your lips.

It came naturally when you pulled your lips off his and lowered your face and kissed him there, right on the neck as he had done before while your hands traced a path under his muscles and felt him groan slowly, a low, deep sound that made you shiver.

Damn, those damn butterflies in your stomach you felt, the same ones you promised to feel only for a normal guy. Not for Jake. Not for a criminal. Not for a boy who, if he had been caught, would have had a criminal record.

Yet you were sitting on a horse over him to kiss him and let him kiss you; with a gesture, you took off his denim jacket and shortly after his shirt and saw his bare chest illuminated by the little light of the moon that made stand out the crests of his muscles and the V-line defined and he did the same with your sweatshirt and with a precise click made you slip your bra and your breasts jerked slightly and your buds hardened by the contrast of the temperature. His lips go down to your neck, and his teeth touch your skin as he whispers your name, low and rough, a hand wrings your right breast and with her mouth begins to tease you, bite you, and suck on your already hard bud.

His hands are everywhere, «princess», he growls, his voice low and controlled, «if you continue to rub yourself on me in that way I know that we will be arrested not because I am a thug but because of sexual acts in public! »

You bite his lip, keeping the rhythm steady, your hips press against hers and feel its length grow and become harder with each swing you make. "Touch me, Jake, please" Jake looked at you at first lost but it was for months fucking dreaming of touching you, while he took a shower or while watching porn he always thought about you and did not repeat it twice. Jake made the sign to climb over slightly and lie down in the back of the car and then came straight to you.

He slipped his fingers into the button of your jeans and slowly slid the zipper of your jeans «Raise your hips slightly princess» The jeans slipped and Jake’s eyes went to your panties, blackened by moisture.

«So wet just for a little rubbing?» He raises an eyebrow, a smirk that pulls his lips.

«So fucking cute, you know I could ruin you in a single real moment,Y/n.» groan as he drags his fingers to your panties, sneaking under to slide a soft finger into your slit. «Tell me what you want, Y/n and I’ll give it to you but I want to hear you say» you didn’t want to fall into his game of being so desperate to need his fingers in your core, it was months that you did nothing and you were stressed for the new job and all your mess.

"your fingers" his fingers work to find your clitoris. The moment he does, he starts working slowly, and to provoke you against it, he sinks his middle finger in your pussy and you get a jolt when you feel that your clitoris is pinching slightly to give you a light electric shock and slowly you shake and he started laughing. He starts pumping his middle finger up and down and when he sees that you have used it, he puts another one in, "So, Jake, so good" Jake touched your clitoris and while he pumped his fingers he nibbled on your breasts with his lips and your hands went to pull his hair tufts. «Do you want more?»

"Yes-" you nod enthusiastically and don’t waste time, stick your third finger in to join the first two, following the rhythm, savoring the warmth that envelops it, and you unroll yourself beneath it.

«Look at you», she murmurs, «So sweet... so vulnerable only to me, who would have thought that the neighborhood cop would get fucked with my fingers like a depraved in the middle of nowhere by a hooker?»

You moaned that he was an asshole and he told you that asshole was making you come with his hands and then, took your clitoris in the mouth, swirling tongue in slow and devastating circles.

"So handsome, Jake..." As you feel closer to your orgasm Jake realizes that you are coming so tease your clitoris until his fingers are soaked in your excitement when he lets out one takes it to the mouth and licks it and the other brings it to your lips. «Suck, princess I want to see you suck my finger» You knew that for him that was just a game to make you feel weak but you slipped your tongue in his finger and licked your excitement and then you sucked slightly your finger less and Jake felt his cock become harder and harder for that sight and after a while, he sat down and he pulled out his cock and sucked it with you looking at him with your mouth open, It was so beautiful, so forbidden, so exciting to see him suck his cock and you saw his excitement after a little come out and watched you with a devilish laugh as he cleaned up and settled down.

It had been 2 weeks since you first kissed Jake and to your misfortune every time you thought about it your cheeks were warmed by the things you did, and those weeks you had spent doing everything to avoid Jake.

You were always looking through the window before going out, looking for his car, if it wasn’t parked there, then you could breathe but if it was... Your heart was tight and you were always quiet when leaving the apartment. Layla’s candy bowl had also become a signal for you. If you found it full in front of the door, it meant that Jake had been there recently and that was enough to delay your exit from the house for a few minutes.

But that day... that day was different.

You were given your official uniform. You had just left the precinct, still wearing that dark cloth, belt loaded with essential equipment:

The badge was pinned to the chest. The gun in the holster is safe and well-placed. The notebook and the radio, are always ready for use. The handcuffs hung to the belt.

And on the jacket, right under the police logo, was your last name, your mother’s last name. Not your father’s, not the dirty one, stained by the past you were ashamed of just thinking about saying it out loud; watching it gave you a sense of pride that you had never felt before and even your boss was proud of you.

-You’re gonna be a great cop, girl. I’m glad to have you on my team- Those words had left you impressed, they had given you a sense of belonging. And so, with your uniform still on, you came home but you stopped suddenly, your eyes were locked on a scene that you never would have wanted to see, Jake was in the park, a few meters away from you with Layla, his golden retriever ran happily around him, Wagging and barking.

He laughed, his light laugh, sincere the same one you had heard so many times but in that scene, there was no trace of the thug Jake.

There was only the student Jake, the boy from next door, the boy who loved dogs and who seemed to belong to another world.

Why couldn’t he be the only one? Why should there be another Jake? The one from the races, the escapes from the police, the one who had you in a corner with blackmail? It was not right.

It was not right for your heart to speed up when you saw him like this but before you could walk away, Layla noticed you and barked loudly.

The time a blink and the golden retriever jumped on you, licking your face with enthusiasm.

"Layla... hey! Wait!" you exclaimed, caressing her instinctively.

The soft hair under your fingers gave you a strange feeling of comfort.

Then you felt a shadow approaching and in front of you was Jake with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket and smiling one of those dangerous smiles.

«Oh,» he said, bowing his head. «I didn’t think a uniform could fit you so well, princess.» You looked up at him, trying to ignore the way his eyes were slipping into you, taking all the time in the world.

"Don’t call me that." Jake raises the piano. «And what should I call you then?»

"By my name. Or by my rank, if you must."

«Oh, so you want me to call you an agent?» He stepped forward, too close. You could smell his perfume mixed with that of gasoline, the warmth of his body a few centimeters from yours.

«It sounds strange.» he continued, bowing his head. «I should get used to that since you’re my police officer neighbor.»

Sighs. "You’re unbearable."

«And you keep looking at me as if you want to arrest me.» You clench your jaw. "Perhaps because I really would like to." Jake, gave you a questioning look and said, «And for what reason exactly? I’m just an engineering student who helps old people, who always collects Layla’s hunts, who pays taxes what would I have done so bad to be arrested?» said laughing. He challenges you, every time, every single time.

"Would you like me to list them one by one?" you crossed your arms. "Illegal racing. Reckless driving. Fleeing the police. Or should I start with your blackmail of me?"

Jake stood up and shook his head. «Call it blackmail, I call it agreement.»

He gave you a look of pure satisfaction. "And you accepted it."

It was true, you accepted it and there was nothing you could do to change the situation.

Layla barked again, jumping around you, unaware of the tension in the air, Jake looked down at her, then stared back at you.

«You know, Layla adores you.» You sighed, trying to calm down. "Layla is a dog. She loves anyone who treats her well.»

Jake, smiled. «Then why don’t you do the same with me?»

You looked at him badly. "Because you are not a dog."

Jake smiled again, amused. Then he stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

«Okay, okay» nodded to your uniform. «Are you busy, agent? Can I offer you a coffee and have me officially interrogated?»

You stared at him for a few seconds, it was supposed to be a joke but you couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. And the worst thing was that... for a second, just one stupid second, you almost thought you’d accept.

"Listen, Jake, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Risk your life, run away from the agents, do what you want but don’t put me in the middle, and never ask me to go out and tease me from morning to night again; I bet that in those races you will find someone with whom you have fun!"

Jake just tilted his head, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at you with that funny, bossy smile.

«As you wish, princess but don’t forget our pact and above all me»

He had whistled to recall Layla, had his hands in his pockets, and left but before he walked away completely, he had cast a last glance at you, a look too sure, and knew that even if you tried to pretend, you were interested in him. He knew you were watching him, just like he watched you and that confidence of his was driving you nuts.

The days passed and you were thrown headlong into work. Every shift was an opportunity to prove you deserved to be there and you were trying to distract yourself, not think about it, not think about Jake until that late afternoon when you were sorting out some files in the ops room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you would not have wanted to hear; their tones were low, almost sneaky to not be heard and you continued pretending to fix some files in the operations room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you didn’t want to hear; their tone was low, Almost sneaking out to make themselves heard and you kept pretending to clean up the files and tried to listen to their conversation.

-We got a tip- said your boss -There’s going to be a big illegal run out of town tonight. It is our chance to at least understand who these thugs are and at the same time we will try to catch them-

Your blood froze in your veins No, no, no; if they had taken Jake or one of his friends would have made your name and Jake would have thought it was you.

That you had done the double face and that you had told everything to the police and knowing him, would never forgive you and swallow hard, heart beating like crazy. After the shift, you’d run home as fast as you could but Jake wasn’t there. The apartment next to yours was empty and his car wasn’t parked.

The only thing you could do was go alone and going to the race was the only way to warn him before it was too late.

The road was the same, but this time you had a different feeling in your body, you weren’t there out of curiosity, you weren’t there to study the enemy; you were there because, as much as you hated to admit it, you had to save Jake from himself, or more precisely, from the police.

From your colleagues, from the people who were teaching you how to be a good cop, from the people who were trusting you, and from the people you would grow up with.

When you arrive the scene is the same but only that this time it is closer to the city: powerful cars, lights on, loud music, people drinking and laughing, bets that go from hand to hand, and then your eyes stop on Jake was leaning on his car and around him were at least four girls, all perfect with their short clothes and then there you: Jeans, sweatshirt wide sneakers worn out and you felt out places but immediately his eyes settled on you, Your heart gave you a crazy blow. Jake looked at you for a long moment, then nodded his head to dinner. An invitation. A way of saying "Come here".

You took a deep breath and approached, ignoring the looks of the girls who stared at you as if you didn’t belong there.

You got stuck right in front of him, ready to talk, but before you could even open my mouth, the echo of a gunshot rang in the air. The start of the race. Jake barely smiled, one of those rascal smiles that drove you crazy. Then he leaned over you, dangerously close. «Did you miss me already, princess?»

You opened your mouth, desperately to warn him. But he ran his hand through his hair and said «Let me run.» He left with no care, putting the keys in his jeans pocket. «Later, if I want to, we will talk.»

And then he turned, heading for his car.

Jake had won but you didn’t care about his result because you noticed the sirens flashing in the distance before everyone else and your heart jumped down your throat. You pulled up the hood of your hoodie and you just had to act and with all the voice that you had in your body, you shouted: «POLICE!»

Everyone turned and some started running, others were stuck out of their way. Jake, on the other hand, stood still his eyes stuck in yours, unbelieving, and then you felt his hand clenching your wrist. «What the fuck?!» Hissed between his teeth but before he could say anything else, you tore out the keys of the car. "Get in," you said yelling but he did not move. «I didn’t think you would betray me like this, Y/n.»

«Get on this blessed car if you don’t want to be arrested I’m covering your ass, idiot!» There was no more time and the agents were advancing. Jake, though still shocked, cast you an intense glance.

Then, with a half smile, he got into the car and you started the engine.

As soon as you pressed the accelerator, Jake stiffened and the car sprinted away in a flash, leaving behind chaos, and for a moment, he said nothing.

Then, when you steered sharply to avoid a patrol, he burst out laughing.

«What the hell?!» You heard him punch his car and you heard his laugh

«Where the fuck did you learn to drive like that, you drive better than some drivers who are in the top 10?!» You didn’t answer you were focused but when you entered an impossible curve at full speed, you heard a whistle of approval.

«Holy shit, you’re crazy, if you wanted to impress me you are doing it great.»

"Shut up," you said as the car went over 170 kilometers per hour

«Hey, relax, you don’t have to be so aggressive.» Jake leaned slightly towards you, his mischievous smirk always on his face.

«You seem quite comfortable here. Are you sure you’re on the right side of the law?» You gave him a murderous look, but he just laughed.

«Tell me the truth, princess,» he whispered, «You like the thrill, don’t you?»

You gave him a warning glance, but you didn’t want to admit that it was so exciting to drive against all limits, but you had to be part of the people who were supposed to enforce the laws and not break them.

«I hear him, you know?» His breath touched your ear. «The beat accelerated. The adrenaline.» His eyes shone with fun. «It excites you, does it not?» You turned back to him, your hand tight on the gearbox.

"Will you get out of my car?" Jake burst out laughing.

«Yours? This car is mine, you’re driving it fine but it will never be yours» He dropped against the seat, smiling with satisfaction. «But keep driving,» he said as he looked at you

«Where?» He pointed his head to him «In the lair.» so you followed all its directions until you parked the car in a parking lot and above you was a luxury apartment complex but when you entered the living room your heartbeat was absorbed because there was a blackboard with an immensity of photos And you were there too, of course.

Posted on a large table, carefully ordered there were photos:

You are at work, you in front of your apartment, you walking around the neighborhood and you petting Layla.

Every single detail of your life had been documented and only one person could be responsible for it; you turned to him and he was leaning carelessly against the sofa, his hands tucked in the pockets of the sweatshirt, a half-smile on his lips as if there were nothing strange.

«You are completely out of your mind, are you a stalker?»

«What’s the matter, princess? Don’t you like my decoration?»

You pointed the table with a furious gesture.

"Decoration? You’re completely out of your mind"

He saw your shoulders and said, «well it’s my collection of you!»

Your eyes were blinking with anger.

"A collection?!" you repeated, incredulous. "You’re a stalker! Do you realize how sick all this is?!"

«Come on, don’t do that,» he said, stepping towards you. «Doesn’t it make you feel special?»

You move back a step, clenching your fists.

"Special?!" you smacked. "You make me want to vomit!"

He shook his head with a funny grin.

«Strong words for someone who has taken the trouble to come to the race to save me.» His voice was lower, almost a whisper and he looked at you carefully, as if he were waiting for something.

«Tell me, princess...» He stepped closer to you so close that you could smell his scent, that mixture of gasoline, leather, and mint that was now haunting you.

«Why did you do that?» he said, tracing with his finger the edge of your lower lip.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to mislead, but you knew it wouldn’t work Jake tilted his head slightly

«Why did you take me away from there?» he answered, but you were afraid to tell him what you felt for him.

"Because I was afraid you would tell my secret," you said in a low voice, trying desperately not to look him in the eye.

«Just for that?» His voice went down an octave. «Or why were you afraid for me?» He was an asshole, a damned asshole you did not know how to do it, but he could always read inside and at the end, with a nervous smile, shake your head.

"I don’t care about you." Jake blinked, surprised and then passed his tongue on his lips and nodded. «Ah, understood.» His cheerful gaze faded in an instant, he shrugged carelessly and turned.

«Then you can go.» When you heard that phrase, your breath was blocked, you helped him or even helped all his friends and now he told you you could leave?

Jake took a few steps toward the corridor leading to the rooms.

And you stood there, frozen, was she really... getting away? So? Like nothing?

You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of leaving you there, pissed and confused and so, without even thinking about it, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards you and without giving him time to react, kissed him with force, With frustration at everything you weren’t ready to admit, he stiffened for a second but then his hands squinted on your hips.

And he kissed back with all his arrogance and pushed you against the wall.

His body presses against yours, Trapping you and his fingers sink into your clothes, possessive.

«Christ...» whispered against your lips as you continued to kiss and you pulled his hair tufts now too long and his voice was damn sexy.

The wall against you, Jake’s breathless breath filling your ears. His presence was overwhelming you, but you were not going to give in. You pushed against him, trying to keep control, but he just kept coming closer, more intense, more determined.

«Stop me, please,» he said in a husky voice.

You looked away slightly, staring at him with an intense look. It was as if he was challenging you as if he was trying to see how far you would go.

"Don’t make me laugh," you replied, trying to keep your cool. " Since the first day we met, we both want the same thing, Jake."

Jake, shakes his head, a smile that seems to reveal more than he wanted. «I never thought I would end up in this situation with a police officer,» he said, his voice lighter but with a defiant accent. «Yet... it’s exciting.» He took you in his arms and carried you to his room and made you lie down on his big bed and you continued kissing for whole minutes, his hands moved sensually on your body, you felt his erection growing beneath you and you began to rub against each other’s bodies. His erection was always rubbing against your center "Jake.., please do something" You beg him when you notice that Jake is staring at you and sincerely like you but you’re desperate and you need his touch, his lips around your body and feel his cock inside you.

«I will do whatever you want princess» starts to kiss you and gently nibble your neck and you moaned piano of pleasure when he did, You felt that it bit and sucked your neck and you were seriously afraid that tomorrow you would find signs but in that moment you were at the mercy of all the emotions that it was making you feel.

Jake starts to lift your shirt and looks at you with a questioning look asking for permission you nod and he pulls down your shirt and then his bra. Gently touch one of the nipples and lick and chew the other with your tongue and groan for feeling Jake notices how desperate you are as you keep rubbing and You’re a mess under him but he loves it, loves to see you as obsessed with him as he has been with you for months now, smiles at you, raises an eyebrow looks at you and says in a provocative tone, «tell me, baby, where do you want me to touch you?»

Groan and look at you. His hair ruffled by your touch tickles your neck, his naughty smile and fleshy, reddened lips make your pussy drip even more which is extremely excited and sore.

"Please... I need your fingers in my pussy"

The smile on his face does not disappear when you beg him so kindly and he gently pulls down your jeans and you are left with only panties. «God you’re so excited princess» He slowly touches your clitoris with two fingers in your panties and sees the wet stain on them and says in a deep voice «Your pussy is so wet and eager only for me, isn’t it?»

You nod and Jake lowers your panties and starts touching your clitoris with a finger, moves his finger deliberately and gently from the top down and you gasp for pleasure.

"Just for you jakey, please..... I want more" he started to laugh, he said «You are so eager to have me all for yourself Y/n, but remember when you are mine I won’t let you go anymore»

At your request, he puts two fingers in your pussy and you moan at the feeling but after a while, he started licking your dripping pussy "fuck, Jake. Just like that", you sighed satisfied writhing at the sensation of his fingers pumping inside you and at the same time licking you as if you were his favorite food. " You’re a good guy".

He loved the attention you were giving him, and he let you know how proud of himself when one of his palms crashed into your buttocks before biting your clitoris, the tongue that swirled around the sensitive bud and wanted you to feel so good forever. Your orgasm caught you completely by surprise you didn’t even have time to jump because the stimulation that was giving you Jake was too much, the knot in your stomach suddenly broke, and you melted into a puddle of your slimy white excitement and Jake as that time in the car he took a finger against his lips and licked your white sperm.

«delicious as the last time," he told you while he chuckled and took off his pants and at the same time his boxer shorts and his cock slightly ribzò in its perfect V-line, You had already seen it but it was really big and thick and you had the hill in your mouth because you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you.

«Ready princess?» he said

"put it in Jake is months since I have had sex with someone" he got a little more serious and gave you a small kiss on the forehead and his big cock stretched your pussy opening it to every delicious centimeter, filling you in a way that you did not know you needed, groaning as your velvety walls completely enveloped him and scratched his back slightly letting him push deeper.

«You’re so fucking tight, Y/n,» he said waiting for you to tell him to move and relax completely under him.

"Move, Jake," you pleaded, trying to press your hips against his. " please, I need you" didn’t finish the last sentence a scream came out of your throat when Jake immediately started banging his pulsing cock inside you. Your whole body trembled in his arms when the bulbous head hit your G-spot, and almost as if he had just pressed a button, your mind emptied because you were completely at his mercy.

"Fuck Jake, too, it’s too beautiful" His chest swelled with pride, a new passion took him and turned his impulses into deep and precise blows that made you reach heaven.

«Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, right? That my cock fucked you completely but it wasn’t you who didn’t even want to be touched by a thug but now I’m fucking you hard?» Jake grunted, putting yourself back on your back and hiding his face in the hollow of your neck. Could feel himself pulsating wildly inside you, warning him of his imminent high.

"Yes, just you" panicked, the legs clenching around his waist in an attempt to approach him.

«I dreamed of it for a long time», he confessed, «every time I saw you around the place, wearing that fucking uniform that makes your ass look absurd, every time you answered me wrong I wanted to lock you in this room and fuck you as it should.»

Jake could feel your walls clenching on his dick like a vise under the weight of his confession. With your orgasms approaching quickly, she leaned your calves on her strong shoulders to get even deeper, the lips that went to kiss your breasts and nibble your nipples.

«I know how much you like to be treated as not a good girl but the crazy obsessed with me that you are", groans against your chest, feeling her sight fog.

«You’re dripping on me, you’re filling my dick with cream and you feel that you are getting closer to your second orgasm»

"J-Jakey," your body began to writhe beneath him, almost overturning.

«come for me, y/n, let me see how pretty you are while falling apart on my cock» and that was all you needed to feel before a wave of overwhelming pleasure swept over your whole body, your hands pulling her hair for the intensity of your orgasm.

«Fuck, there are almost», he groans, breathless, and you couldn’t help but do the same while you stared at his face, as he chased his high like a rabid dog, using your body for her pleasure.

It took no more than three strong shootings before he poured his essence over your lower belly and thighs, loosened the grip on your legs to let them fall back into place, collapsed upon you, almost crushing you with his body, Completely exhausted and kissed you on the forehead as he hugged you. The guy who was hugging you was the engineering student you met at the beginning and his presence gave you a feeling of tranquility, and for a moment you forgot everything else.

But the sound of your phone broke the silence. He was your boss. Your instinct made you hesitate, but when you heard his voice, something in your chest clenched.

-Hi, how are you? All right? I hope you weren’t with the patrol this evening...-

You performed for a moment, trying to keep calm. " No, I wasn’t with them I was at home" you replied quickly, hoping there was no need to add more and your boss sighed because he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

-good. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t with them too because we couldn’t arrest anyone, but I checked your file and it says you’re great at running maybe we should try to test your speed to see if you can run and at the same time stop them- Jake looked at you with a smile as he held on to you

"I’ll do my best boss," you said with a little hesitation, and then told you to go to sleep and closed the call and Jake sighed. «If you drive like you did before I know that even I, who am the strongest, will have a lot of choices to run away with you, princess, and maybe it’s time to race a little less and put my focus on my study,» He said to you with a wink as he lay down with his head leaning against the hollow of your chest and you began to massage his back.

«Slowly I will stop making you tell lies. I don’t want you to feel obliged to hide who you are or what you do.»

An incredible feeling of confusion and uncertainty pervades you.

"Jake, you" did not keep going and put a finger near your lips, «Shh, tomorrow I have to wake up early because I have class and you have to go look for the bad guys out there,» he said laughing as he leaned even closer to you.

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[yuyusshinelight]

Yunho smut where the reader is shy to ask anything sexual and Dom yunho helps her by edging

Hi, my shining star! I'm sorry it took so long, the truth is that I've gotten into this fic a little longer than I expected. I don't know if it's what you were looking for but I really hope you like it as much as I loved writing it🫶🏻.

Warnings: established couple, edging, oral sex, fingering, breast playing, use of pet names, dom-sub subtle dynamic.

You have been scrolling through your Instagram page for half an hour more or less, seeing a big variety of edits, videos and pictures of your lovely, sweet boyfriend being or looking everything but lovely and sweet. It's almost insane the amount of hot, breathtaking content Yunho has in social media, even making you feel overwhelmed by how scarily handsome his public persona is. The way he moves, the way he looks at the camera, the way he poses… Every single angle of your boyfriend makes him look fine. Certainly, Yunho doesn't have a bad angle at all.

And that's why you perfectly understand why Atiny is so obsessed with him. Because you have seen a lot of messages, videos and more and more about how much random people want Yunho for themselves. As you have also seen a lot of content about how much they want to feel his hands around their necks, how much they want him to finger them, how good it would be to be at his mercy...

There's a lot of dirty content about your boyfriend on the internet, and you could be jealous of all those filthy comments about Yunho but, meanwhile they only can have those videos or pictures, you can delight yourself with the real thing.

You are the only one who has seen what happens when the sweet Yunho everyone knows takes a step back to give free rein to the kinky one. It's you who has tasted all the things he knows to do with those glorious hands that life has given him. Your pussy gets wet just thinking about those long fingers digging into your tight hole to make you moan his name at the top of your lungs as his free hand closes around your neck with utmost subtlety, applying light, pushing pressure in the right place to cloud your vision.

What a bad time to get horny when you are curled up in the corner of the sofa with him sitting next to you, playing one of his many video games.

Don't get it wrong, there's nothing bad about getting horny being by his side, it's just that you are a really shy person and asking anything sexual is out of your possibilities. You always shake like jelly, looking away from him with your cheeks and ears as red as a tomato when Yunho asks you if you feel like having sex. There's no way that you can ask him to finger you without getting nervous, you know yourself pretty well, you would end up running away in embarrassment before even calling him.

What a lucky girl you are to have such an attentive person as your boyfriend. Because yes. Yunho has noticed that something goes wrong with you. You're moving your feet nervously while you shrink more and more into place, slowly turning your phone over in an attempt to hide from him whatever you are seeing. In addition, all the furtive glances you have been giving him for a while now, blushing immediately before looking away. Yunho has a slight idea of what's wrong with you, and he's more than happy to give you the solution you're asking for with those little looks, but not without playing a bit first.

“Everything okay, princess?” He asks without taking his eyes off the screen, his voice is calm but his face tells everything. Although you can't see it because you are too embarrassed to lift your eyes from your phone now “Y-Yes” you squeeze your shirt. You know your boyfriend pretty well which makes you be sure that he will tease you until you say what he wants to hear "Are you sure?” his voice changes to that one deep and pussy-tease voice he knows you love ”Because it seems the opposite to me, princess. Come on, be a good girl and tell me what it is that makes you so restless” Like a flash, the fact that you were right makes you blush even more, turning your face to your phone, noticing that you never removed the reels, meeting with several clips of Imitation. Bad timing indeed. Like the rest of his fans, you have a thing for actor Yunho.

“O-Oh my god…” In a quick motion, you turn your phone off and let it fall at your side, hiding your face in your long sleeves, which obviously catches Yunho's attention. He knows it's not right to take your phone without your permission but the reaction was certainly striking for the idol so, out of curiosity, he pauses his game before taking your phone and turning it on, finding one of those many edits of him acting jealous. The smile that spreads across his face says it all.

“Does my princess like when I act jealous?” He says with a certain tone that makes you close your eyes tightly “N-No” but both know that you can't deny it when he has the proof in front of his eyes “Then? Why is my princess all brushed right now?” You make an embarrassed sound, hiding even further in the not secure shelter of your arms.

He shouldn't press you like that, you don't seem comfortable with the course of this conversation, if it can even be called that. But just the way you curl even more in your spot, how you squeeze your legs together or how red your ears are getting is enough for Yunho to know that you need some attention down there but you don't know how to ask for it without saying it. And, as he also knows that you will not make a move even if your cunt starts to squeeze around nothing uncomfortably hard, he decides to take the next step.

“You know?” Yunho gives small pats on your thigh, making you look up at him for a few seconds, just until he says “Something tells me that you need a panty replacement. Am I wrong, princess?” squeezing your soft thigh with a certain force. You get goosebumps as soon as he leans close to your ear to whisper that last part in a sensual way ”Because, if that's the case, I can help you. You only have to use your big-girl words” he says, looking at you with that knowing smile printed on his perfect lips, expecting from you to answer him but you can't say anything, not with all that amount of new arousal running down your folds, ruining your panties even more.

You don't even dare to look at him, how can you utter a word? But, you know Yunho, you know he won't give you what he knows you want from him unless you do it his way. It always happens. He can have you gushing in his mouth but won't move a muscle until he gets things the way he wants them to go. So, you bite your head off and whisper a faint “Please”.

“Please what, princess?”.

“Help me”.

And that's how you have ended up on the couch with your legs wide open to leave Yunho enough space to give you the attention he perfectly knows you need.

With utmost delicacy, Yunho brushes his fingertips up your stomach, making you sigh between lovely whimpers, as he likes to call them, ending up dragging his nose along the curvature of your now exposed breast “You smell so good” he inhales deeply with the sole intention of becoming intoxicated by your scent, dipping forwards and placing tender kisses along your chest, “Mm” Yunho rubs a hand up your thigh, keeping his eyes on your cute expressions “I could eat you up, princess” your stomach tightens, breath short on your lips as his soft lips brush over one of your pebbled, pink mounds before taking it into his mouth to start flicking it with his tongue nonchalantly “I… Yunho please” you breathe desperately, melting into his touch, savoring the way his tongue tortures shamelessly your poor nipple with steady flicks and sucks.

"Be… be careful, they're sensitive" but that warning only encourages him to bite down gently and tug lightly on it to elicit the mewls of painful pleasure he loves so much. Only after he hears you meowing his name between needy sobs is when Yunho disconnects his mouth from your breast, "Much better, don't you think princess?" Without giving you time to respond, he bends his head to your chest again, this time taking the other one in his mouth as he indifferently massages the breast he has just played with. His lips closing perfectly around your nipple as his tongue rolls it incessantly, sucking at will at the same time as his fingers play mischievously with your other nipple.

“Y-Yuyu” With your body burning with desire from just the stimulation on your breasts, your restless hands quickly search for a place to clutch to release even a little tension, meeting immediately with Yunho's strong arms ready to be squeezed by you. And, though at first your hands stay there still, delighting itselves in the sweet touch of his arms, they themselves decide to move upwards until one reaches its fixed place on his back and the other on his head, fisting on the fabric of his shirt and his silky soft hair.

That little tug on his scalp you give him when he bites your nipple with some force makes Yunho grunt lasciviously against your skin, burying himself even deeper as he ruffles your nipple. The stimulation is enough to make more and more arousal wet your little pussy, the feeling of pressure in your lower belly making you raise your hips in search of something to help you release it.

The moment your hips begin to move subtly to the rhythm of Yunho's fingers on your nipple, he doesn't think twice and drives his free hand down to the moist warmth between your legs, just brushing his fingertips gently across your sensitive clit over the fabric, applying just enough force to make you shiver slightly without giving you the pleasure you crave.

More and more moans of his name fall out from your mouth as he continues playing with your pink abused mounds. Meanwhile, his long, skilful fingers have already passed the barrier of cloth that separates him from your wet heat, slipping two of his digits at once into your tight pussy while his thumb immediately finds your clit. The reaction is instantaneous, the moment you feel his fingers make their way into your tiny hole your back arches, causing your head to snap back with just the first rub on your clit.

“Oh god… Yunho” Your legs automatically wrap around his body, pulling him tighter against yours in a reflex action “feels so good”. You can feel him smiling against your skin, rushing the movement of his fingers synchronously with his tongue, stimulating both breasts equally but giving more attention to your little tight cunt which does not stop squeezing his fingers.

It's non-stop, his fingers going in and out of your pussy as he pleases, making sure to hit your cervix every time he slips them back in. The softness with which he caresses your inner walls only to expertly prick your sweet spot makes you delirious, tears begin to form in your eyes as a thin trickle of drool trickles down the corner of your lips.

This is what Yunho likes the most, it's a direct ego boost for him how with just his fingers and tongue he is able to make you lose your mind like this in a matter of minutes. And even more so with what he has planned.

Thirsting for your delicious arousal as if he hasn't had a drink in a decade, Yunho separates a second time his insatiable mouth from you, wiping some of his saliva from the corner of his lips with his tongue. A sight too hot for your own good “Do you like it princess? Come on, tell me how much you like when I play with your needy cunt, when I play with your boobs. Tell me” And you want to answer but the shame of talking dirty and the climax approaching dangerously fast prevents you from raising your voice except to moan and sob “Say it, princess. Or maybe I should stop?”.

At the threat of losing all sources of pleasure now that your body had reached that state of excitement that announced a near orgasm, you shake your head quickly, moving your hips to the sound of his fingers in search of more pleasure, but Yunho stops you with his free hand “Say it”. His voice is serious, ringing in your ears in the most sensual way you could have ever expected, it could almost have brought you to cum but Yunho has had to decide to remove his fingers from your pussy just when you were almost dare. It clearly makes you cry at the loss of that delicious orgasm you were going to have. But you know that doesn't work for Yunho, in fact, it encourages him to tease you even more. So, in order to make him not let your orgasm fade, you answer him “I… I really love when… when you finger me or… or play with my boobs”.

Satisfied with the response, Yunho starts to kiss down your body, trading little licks and bites all the way down your stomach until he reaches your both clothed anymore cunt because, you don't know when, he has already got rid of your panties “Good girl” He says against your pussy, letting his hot breath make you shiver before spreading even more your legs wide and hooking them over his shoulders to lazily start sucking and nibbling on the flesh of your inner thigh, alternating it with kisses “So good for me always”.

The tension in your lower belly that was threatening seconds before to explode shortly is easing considerably and you are not amused about it. Now it's clear to you that it didn't matter what you did or said, he was going to steal the pleasure of cumming anyway.

Well, you need his tongue in your throbbing pussy to make you cum really good and you need it now so, playing a dirty trick “I’m your good girl, yes” You start to move your hips subtly, indirectly asking him to bury that perfect face he has in your pussy and abuse your insides with his tongue as only he knows how. But, instead of that, Yunho spanks your thigh a bit hard, enough for pleasure and pain to mix deliciously together. “Good girls use words to ask for what they want, princess” he says, moving to the left to give it the exact same treatment as the other.

With the stinging sensation still in your right leg and the sweet touch of his lips on your left, you know you have no choice but to give him what he wants to get what you want so, swallowing a bit hard “Please, Yuyu, eat me” He kisses your thigh one last time before spanking it as hard as he has done with the other one, looking at you directly in the eyes with that proud smile spreading his lips deliciously hot “What do my princess want me to eat first?” For that piercing gaze he is giving you, you already know that there's no other option, either you say it or he will stop everything.

“Eat my… my pussy. I need your tongue, your fingers. Whatever. But please, make me cum”.

With that proud smile that he has not erased growing, Yunho finally approaches his mouth to your needy cunt, leaving a soft kiss on your throbbing clit “Whatever my princess wants, my princess gets” Nothing but a whine leaves you when his hands, now securely on your hips, pull you down further, making it easier for him to devour you.

The very same moment he passes his tongue flat over your throbbing clit, your nails dig into his shoulder, making him hiss hard but not enough to make him stop his task. The pleasure is high enough to make you start to rock your hips uncontrollably, his nose bumping your clit perfectly to make your whole body tremble. That tension in your belly reappears quickly, even stronger. Your pussy opening and closing around his tongue shamelessly as Yunho plays roughly with your clit.

“Ah!” your head twists back, your hands clutching harder when Yunho pulls his tongue out to attend your clit now “Y-Yunho! P-Please… Please!” The feeling of his tongue flicking along your clit has you rocking your hips involuntarily “Please…” you pant, your body vibrating with pleasure and so close to snapping ���I-I'm your good girl… m-make me cum”.

You feel Yunho press a close lipped kiss to the top of your swollen clit, making you gasp, looking down between your legs to find your smiling boyfriend looking up at you with an easy sated gaze, his chin wet and his hair an absolute haystack, blushing across his cheeks.

“S-So hot” you exhale, almost to yourself, but Yunho chuckle tells you that it has not been only for your ears “Does my princess like what she sees?” he rubs your little hole with the tip of his finger, making you jolt “Y-Yunho!” your hips roll, searching for more of his touch “P-Please, come on, please Yunho”.

“I can hear you saying my name like this all day” Yunho sings and kisses your clit again, focusing now on how good his fingers look when he sinks them into your hole one more time, pressing deep until his knuckles are flush with your opening “Yuyu” You cry his name in a moan just as he likes while he starts to pump his fingers again, picking up the pace “Come in, princess, say it again” He croons, moving them quicker when you clench around them “Y-Yunho, Y-Yu-Yu…”.

“That’s it, princess, that's my really good girl. Now, cum for me” He delivers a quick slap on your sensitive clit, making the tension that has been threatening to burst all night finally explode what makes you choke between hard cries of his name. He's quick to put his mouth back on your pussy just in time so that you cum in his mouth, pushing his fingers even deeper while his tongue flicks one last time around your clit before separating once and for all and letting you recover from your orgasm.

“Everything okay, princess?” You can't respond, your breathing is too fast, your heart is racing and your body doesn't respond. Just like Yunho wanted to have you before the next round because, guess what, there is no such thing as rest in his plans.

[fuctacles]

If you saw the snippets where i fucked up the timeline no u didnt.

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"What's his name?" Steve asks, playing with the bunny's paw. The only time he let go of him since last night was to use the bathroom.

"Frankenbunny," Eddie answers, and smiles when Steve snorts after hearing it. "My grandma made him from fabric scraps grandpa would bring from work. I've made the vest, though." He stretches and blinks his eyes open properly, in time to see Steve's impressed expression.

"Really?"

"Well, Wayne helped," he added. "It's actually made from the same jacket I turned into my vest." 

"Oh, that's so cool!" Steve turns the bunny around to take a better look at the details. The tiny vest even has frayed edges and Dio stitched on the back. "You guys match."

Eddie snorts. 

"Yeah, we're both full of stitches," he points out dryly. 

Steve hums, pressing the toy closer to his face. It's something he's done before sleep, too, but last night Eddie wrote it off as a drunken mirage.

"And both pretty handsome fellas," he says, face half-hidden behind the bunny. He opens one eye, looking from under his eyelashes shyly, trying to gauge Eddie's reaction. 

Which, Eddie would love to know and understand as well.

"Oh, I don't know," he shrugs, reaching out to poke at Frankenbunny's face. "He doesn't have the signature Munson dimples." When in doubt, joke, as the Denial Decalogue says. 

Steve hums. 

"Yeah, I guess he can't hold a candle to the real thing. Not as talkative, for one."

Eddie can't help but stare, still leaning over his friend as he processes what he's heard. 

"You like my constant yapping?" he asks in surprise. Even his uncle seems tired of it, at times. Only his players appreciate his word flow, but that's with benefit to them.

"Of course." Steve focuses his attention back on the toy. "When you talk, I don't have to, I can just listen. And that's good because I tend to say some stupid shit," he says, almost absentmindedly. "This way, I'm not the dumb one in the room for once."

The casual innocence of his voice makes the meaning of his words miss Eddie completely until the air waves hit his other ear. 

"Oh, you little..."

As Steve's cheeky smirk grows, he pounces. 

Frankenbunny falls away, the hands holding him now focused on guarding all the ticklish spots. 

"Eddie!" Steve laughs, trying to grasp his wrists and squirm away. "We need to be quiet." 

"Should have though of it before being a brat!" Eddie grins at him, doubling his efforts and moving to pin him in place. 

Steve makes a distressed sound and writhes under him, bending hard enough it dislodges Eddie off of him but also, off the bed. He falls down with a surprised squeak.

"Sorry!" Steve barely suppresses his laugh when he looks down at him. "You alright?"

"No," Eddie groans, splayed on the floor. "I got back-stabbed."

"The dramatics are intact, you'll be fine," he rolls his eyes and steps over him. Eddie makes an even more wounded sound, but Steve ignores him, choosing to look for something comfy to wear instead. He throws a tshirt that doesn't smell of barbecue at Eddie's face, mistakenly assuming that's it—they are going to leave his bedroom and start on breakfast for the others. 

Wrong.

As soon as he has a pick of clothes in his hand, and is trying to get to the bathroom, Eddie grabs his ankle. He makes an undignified yelp and lands on the other boy. Which, serves him well. 

They roll on his carpet in an impromptu wrestling match, grinning at each other and muffling their laughs, trying to get the upper hand. 

Until Steve snaps his teeth at Eddie.

They freeze, two pairs of wide eyes staring at the other in silence. 

Steve moves first, backing away and almost falling over Eddie's knees. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he explains quickly, scrambling to get off his friend. Eddie doesn't stop him, just stares openly at the mesmerizing specimen in front of him.

"That was so fucking hot."

"I don't know why I did—what?" Steve sits back on his haunches, eyes even wider as he stares at Eddie. At his wild hair splayed around his head, at his flushed face. The sliver of skin visible where his shirt has ridden up while they were roughhousing. 

"What?" he parrots, licking his lips nervously. 

"What did you just say?" Steve presses, voice turning desperate, pressing. But Eddie seals his mouth into a tight line. Lead by a hunch, he looks for his answer down the line of his body.

"Hey!" Eddie protests, sitting up and pulling his shirt down. But it was too late, the tent in his pants has been seen. "What the fuck, man?!" he hisses, his face red and eyes wide in panic. 

"Sorry, I—" Steve bites his lip. "But I snapped at you? That's weird, right?"

"Well, I'm apparently into weird, so..." Eddie trails off, looking away. Pointedly avoiding Steve's searching eyes. 

"You're into it?" he prods, but all Eddie can give him is a shrug. It's too fresh of a feeling to properly explain. Hell, he hasn't full came to terms with it himself yet. 

"Is it like a... a sex thing?" Steve tries again. 

"Maybe? Probably? I don't know!" Eddie snaps defensively, folding in on himself to hide his thankfully wilting erection. 

Steve's silence is terrifying, and when he looks up, he finds his eyes still studying him.

"Quit staring, man," he mumbles, squeezing his thighs together. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." Steve shakes his head. "It's fine, it happens. But just... don't move for a second."

"It happens," Eddie is muttering mockingly, when the rest of his friend's words register in his brain. "What?" But Steve is already too close, and he can't escape. Not that he wants to. "Steve," he says quietly, between a warning and a plea, when warm breath hits his neck.

Steve is sniffing him. At the crook of his neck, where undoubtedly his embarrassment has gathered in a pool of sweat.

He's terrified in a way that has nothing to do with fear. Worried what Steve might smell on him, when his surprisingly cold nose brushes his skin. 

Or maybe it's him running hot with whatever has just transpired. 

Eddie flinches at the touch and Steve moves away, his eyes big and warm with something he can't read. 

"You're fine," he says, and it sounds more like a relief of his own than reassurance for Eddie. "I'm into weird too."

Eddie looks at him quizzically, until he realizes it's not Steve's face holding his answers. He trails his gaze down, and immediately aims it back upward, over-correcting towards the heavens, where maybe he'll get some guidance.

"Shit," he croaks out from his closed up throat. Steve is way too close to him too, from his impromptu sniffing session. Eddie coughs to clear his airways. "Why did you smell me? Is it that bad?" he jokes, but has a feeling Steve won't take the out. Not with the curious way he's looking at him. 

"You smell like want," he answers with painful honesty. "Embarrassment."

Eddie blushes at that one. Well, yeah. Popping a boner in front of your, uh, something, will do that to a man.

"But also joy, affection," Steve continues. "And no fear."

"Why would I fear you? We were just playing around. It's not like you're gonna bite me," he focuses on the safest option. He's not unpacking his feelings for Steve first thing in the morning. Maybe after a coffee. 

It's Steve's turn to go beet red. 

"Sometimes I want to."

"What?" 

He shuffles back sheepishly. 

"Sometimes I see you and I really, really wanna bite you."

Eddie stares at him.

"In like, a werewolf way?" he asks dumbly, earning himself a flat look.

"I think we've established this is not how werewolves are made. I meant in, like, a playful way," he explains. "Like, I'm so excited and happy I can't hold it in anymore, way."

He wants to ask if it's a pack thing, but bites his tongue, not sure if anyone has even taught Steve pack rituals. The guy is going through pure instincts alone, and should be supported in it, so really, there's only one thing he can say.

"Well, why won't you?"

They stare at each other in stunned silence, until a clatter comes from downstairs.

"Steeeeve! The express is doing it again!"

Eddie deflates with a groan, falling back onto the carpet. What the fuck did he just say? He won't survive this crush. Steve will be no help, as he's now hovering over his body.

"We'll get back to this," he says quietly, in a promise or a warning, before clambering upright and out of the room, yelling at Robin.

"Do not press the fucking button!"

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[opheliann-darling]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

Yandere Gojo Satoru - Geto Suguru - Nanami Kento x reader. (seperate)

Synopsis: Their Obsession was too much to handle, and you find yourself growing impatient with their acts of dandling, till you had enough. 

TW: Isolation, Physical and emotional abuse.

enjoy.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮:

Days passed like a vision through the glass, slow to come and quick to go, without even a faint image of them or a smallest fragment of memory, as if you were looking into someone else's life, not your own. The horizon blended now into Satoru's eyes- you were no longer able to see the real extension of a natural blue, instead looking through his irises, faux felt and fake friendly, non-stop and ad nauseam. a smile would paint itself across his features and a kind touch would cosset your hands, attempting to mimic a color of romance.

"Whatcha Thinkin' of, Babe?" He asked, a honeyed voice softening his words, already knowing what was in your head; wanting a sweet lie out of your tongue. You hated his voice- no, everything about him, from his stares, the contorts and shapes of his face and the many shades of his affection; one minute, sugar and honey drip off his tongue, in Hope's of aiming at the moon and winning your trust, the other all of his sweetness is poisoned and laced with venom, intentions of wounding your ego into submission. At times, to him, you were Valentine, Babe, Love and Dreamboat; just as you were the useless, pathetic, whiney and liar, depending on his mood.

The horror of him was his eyes, they were softly in a cruel way, no effort of smiling or laughter could coffin the rage and Mania you were too aware of. You were always on alert, counting your sins and thinking of ways to redeem yourself, mentioning Kissing back, twisting your lips with pink lies, thanking him for his gifts and wearing a gleeful expression on your face. 

"Aww Satoru! you spoil me, I don't know what would've happened to me if you weren't around!..." 

You felt maggots crawl under your skin, rushing forth to your brain while you struggled to keep your smile. The more the hours fly, the more your cover of ardor cracks. a thin string of bitterness lining from beneath your nail right into your heart, stitching more into a scornful crimson slowly. 

Just how dare he- take you against your will, fondle and caress you as if you were a mere housecat and call himself a saint for bothering to look after you, while you don't remember asking or consenting for any of his attention? During so many times, including the moment as of now, you'd imagine him bleeding, cascades of red contradicting his snow complexion, pieces of glass needling his eyes that you hated with all Satan's grudge to heaven. You are sure no single speck of a tear would warm your eyelid if he dies, it was what he deserved.

"Are you okay, Love? something is off with you" Concern painted his face, while his blues remained ever unsettling. 

Your mouth clinged into a straight tight line, no longer able to remember the supposed smile. a harsh retort died on the tip of your tongue, leaving the room to even a harsher, short-lived silence to stretch. 

His thumb traced on your cheek, before he stood up "I'm gonna make you a cup of coffee to lift you up a li'l, stay here while I'm in there" 

Of course you're staying here, where else would you go?! Moving an inch without seeing his face was less likely than seeing a green sky.

The string of your heart sewn itself thicker. As memories of him puppeteering you flashed unwelcomed, the scornful thread darned into a ferocious rag, veiling any sense of your heart, caging it with a hating aviary. You carried yourself up, heading to the kitchen absentmindedly, guided by the heavy feeling in your chest. He didn't tire himself to turn around- not like you could do anything, wrapped around his digits to control. 

an unknown tune he hummed caroled the small kitchen, his hands moving around to prepare the mugs and the coffee, too immersed in his own realm of thought to discern your motives. 

If you ever got the chance to recount this exact moment, you would say that it happened so fast that your mind didn't settle on one image: did you shatter the mug on the top of his head or the back of his neck? You don't remember, yet the anamnesis of your muscles retained the surge of Adrenaline, a slow motion second of your hand grabbing the porcelain cup and breaking it on his skull. you do recall he said something- things. a series of slurs that were too filthy, every curse and insult in the scripture. 

The crimson rag was torn off from your heart, a delicious feeling of revenge drugging you in a lucid Catharsis. your fingers twitched, your body braced itself for whatever beating it was about to receive. Oddly enough, he continued groaning and growling, holding his head in both his bloodied hands. 

Dark red seeped through his white locks, oozing down his neck, sullying his shirt and tinting his fingers and hands. For the first time, his strange blues held an emotion different from insanity, a glassy layer over them, just a tad bit up from his usually static stare. his eyelids wept with red as he stared at you for a moment, saying nothing, before heading -as it seems- to the bathroom, a trail of red spots on the floor marking your deed.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

In your dreams, the sunrises and sunsets were sin crimson, dark as Abel's blood. You'd see Suguru and yourself, sitting on a shore, its sea so transparent, hued with the cinnabar rays casting from a cloudless sky. You often look forth into the puce red horizon and not to him, rarely ever locking eyes with his. One time, as you remember from a shattered vestige in your awakening, you rotate your head to the side to see him staring at you; a half erased smile contouring his lips, Black eyes mirroring the skyline that stretched to no end in sight. Twice or thrice, he'd say something, a trail of meaningless letters sliding down his composed voice. You don't retain on his words exactly, but your name was amongst them; during a glib talk of his, your name rolls down his tongue with his usual calmness, scripting your dreams as such almost always ever since you were tied to him.

"Something in your mind, Dear?" The calmness- you can hear the smile in his inquiry without looking at him, drumming through your skull in an image of him in your dreams. You looked up from your lap, noticing that he was stitching something up, the needle struggling to remain still in his fingers. Of course, he was anything short of a tailor as much as he was short of a lover, wanting to be something he can't be but insisting anyway like the stubborn cockroach he is. 

You rolled your tongue across your teeth, only to let out a muffled 'nothing' as a response. you were really trying hard to not hurl at him, he was getting on your nerves for just his existence.

He chuckled, digging the needle into a red fabric "Something is in your mind indeed. I don't know what it is and why you look so upset, but I promise I'll make you feel better" 

You'll only make me feel better by choking on a dagger, Suguru.  you wanted to say, yet being completely aware that it'll have consequences- ones you were needless for. The numbness on your face is constantly pricking its presence across your flesh, swells and mounds that remind you of his black eyes losing their serenity, metamorphosing into a brutal night dark. His hands slapped and punched as equally as they billed and cooed, and your skin has grown hateful of both.

He does not appear as a human at all. in a vast space of thinking, you would theorize that he was not much but a parasite that sucked life out of everything beautiful, including love. his version of amour was twisted, burying care under Control and killing fondness to revive fervor. Cords you couldn't see snaked around your heart and soul, burning as they got tighter, paralyzing you with apathy that was leisurely altered to a pale hue of resentment, until it fully discolored to a dim rage.

It creeped its way to your fingers. you could hear Satan's whisper, planting the vilest of ideas in your mind; at least you had the luxury of hiding your thoughts and making them behind an expression you can't feel now- you're becoming him, a hollow shell of one face and multiple voices, already sensing the stitches of a mask, a dull one that a death face left more lineaments to remember. you were blessed with emotions unlike him, there's no way you'll melt into Suguru. 

"Darling I have a surprise for you, look!" He announced cheerfully, bringing the piece of fabric he's been working on to your attention. 

He raised the Obi belt in his hands, proud of his handmade sewing. you scanned it carefully: the silk is red candy colored with few golden flowers orienting it, not much skill or talent radiating off of this mimicry of a cloth.

"I intended to offer you this as a birthday gift, but I preferred giving it to you now. maybe it'll cheer you up a little, you've been really quiet lately…" the damn calm smile decorated his face again, this time a drop of what sounded like concern is mixed with it.

You took the thing from his hand, acting like you're inspecting it but in fact holding a cackle. how in hell's seven circles he expected you to wear this?! If Suguru thought with that little sense he always prides himself of, he'd see that he wasted such a gorgeous material on such a failure of an accessory. 

"Do you like it? I hope so…" there's an octave in his voice translated as 'please tell me it's the best gift you ever received', too bad it's ugly to give him the pleasure of hearing a compliment. 

"I've been working on it for weeks. I had to choose between red or pink, deciding to pick the former because I thought it would look better on you… I'm nothing of a tailor, but I did my best" he rubbed his palms together, as if an imaginary balm coating them. he laughed a little "I gave myself a lot of needle pricks, but it was worth it-" 

"It's awful" 

You didn't have to look up to see his face.

"What?" He muttered, completely not seeing this coming. 

"It's terrible, I hate it" a joyful spark twinkled throughout your body as you said so. the smile that you tried so hard to repress curved itself on your lips. you felt you could add more fuel to the fire.

"The color is dull and this silk looks cheap, but that's not why it's ugly. I bet a child can sew an Obi belt better than you do. this thing should go back where it belongs, the trash." 

The silk wasn't cheap at all. you would praise whoever produced it as the fabric resisted between your fingers. for a second, you considered just throwing the belt at his face, but you already teared it up a little, imagining that you were tearing Suguru apart between your fingers, the very same Suguru who was standing in front of you, ghostly pale and owl eyed, uttering not a word.

Red ribbons rippled through the small space between your hands and feet, forming a pile on the floor and resting in place. your heart clenched in excitement, a reaction that replaced the usual fear of him beating you senseless in such situations. you awaited for his hand to fly, for his voice to raise, but none came. 

His gaze froze. He apparently couldn't contain how his present ended up being nothing more than some piece of garbage that had to be disposed of. Suguru opened his mouth then closed it before turning his heels around and exiting the room. bringing back your eyes to the remains of the belt, it now jumped to you that there was something written on the back of it. 

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨:

It is agreed upon as a human truth, that Shackles do not necessarily form as chains- For it merely requires a key to be freed from. but in most absent minds, the understanding of captivity and freedom were abridged in crime and punishment or torture (always coming first as physical in most thoughts), yet there is a sort of abstract bindings; way more restraining than tangible ones and with no limit of their ability to fetter the prisoner regardless of how strong is their will to break free, or how far their access to the key goes. mind games have proven themselves to be more effective throughout history, even in the simplest circumstances. What is more, playing on the strings of sentiment: romanticization of bonds -no matter how abusive they were- such as parenthood, friendship or more formally formed ties; marriage. 

There is this magical thing about marriage : it is a golden cage, a caressing shackle perceived as a warm nest in a vision of a romance, colored as red and pink, planted as roses. a cuff that priests call matrimony, poets call union and goldsmiths call rings- you name it; it's still a menacle, whether spouses consented to it or not. 

Kento was the typical man with the ordinary ambitions of immersing in a job (best if it paid generously), owning what is enough and settling down. To him, marriage was the ultimate expression of love, more than a mere ring, a wedding or flowery vows.

"I do have for you a love so dear that I drink from what your lips touch, I breathe when your lungs exhale, slumber on where your skin embraces the mattress; one of both life and death."

—Your adoring one.

Engraved in red, the words slided over your heart's veil, forgotten in a memory of a cold rib. Satan lured Adam by an apple, so how would sugary words find any trouble deceiving? 

"You're making me worried, Sweetheart…" sotto voce in the nature of a Dove's coo; disgustingly fondling. 

Of course, a silver tongue cuts sharp in the same way it pours coquetry. life with Kento was seeing a moon and its dark side. under the beam of light, his lips mulls everything on you; kisses on your lips, cheeks and forehead blossomed, full rainbow ray of flowers were gifted to you, mostly red, attached to them little cards and billets-doux that enveloped letters of dalliance, arranged together and too sweet to the point it sickens you. The irony of his dimness was that he's more tolerable when he gnashes his teeth; wounds at your skin and soul, scolds and punishes in a parental manner. even for days, you'd hear the beast howling in your ear, ringing through the corridors of your head and it hurts to think.

Your eyes reflected in his figure, kneeling in front of you, not meaning they were drinking in the sight of him.

His thumbs brushed across your palms "Can I see your smile again? you look beautiful when you smile, you already are no matter how your face appears" nothing stirred up in you, emptiness of a blind man's face swan through the void.

"Please… sweetheart.." your composure nearly broke; a laugh dwindled within your throat. Does he think that you were a sole toy?! there to be played with, clothed and stripped to the colors of his whims, put on a pedestal in dawn and degraded in dusk?! it gnaws now on the branches of your chest, melts in your heart and fills your brain with a spiteful flow. 

"I've got something nice, just for you, I'm sure it'll make you happy" with that, he left quickly and returned just as, something in the outlines of a large flower bouquet behind his back. no surprise, he had a proclivity for flowers; for how red are roses, for how fragrant was jasmine and for how innocent were lilies. 

"I love you Sweetheart, never forget that!" as expected, roses. a pink posy of them.

You took the bouquet from his hands, glaring at the flowers in a burning grudge. for a flash of a glint, Medusa's serpents coiled between your digits, circling wrists, their skin flaying with yours. a bottle of somber tears shattered, impuring your core with loathing never imagined to be stored in your soul. With the swiftness of a sword out of its sheath, your hand flew high, landing the thorny plants across his face, over and over again, no drop of fear in you. Kento succeeded in grabbing your hand- not the one attacking him, squeezing your wrist to make you yield, but to no avail. your blood rushed hot through your veins, carving your mind with screams of violence and to hurt him more, that is when your fists balled and your ankles rose up sharply.

"Stop!" 

You would never. your hands had their own mind, they scratched and punched and grabbed to your heart's content, avenging you after so long of a macabre suffering. your shackles started to unravel, each movement of yours freeing the hollowness outside you. short minutes stretched forth like long hours until you were done- or like you were over with him for now.

a blur on your vision subdued, the faint image clearing line by line. Kento was on the floor, leaning on a chair and balancing his weight on a knee, right hand shielding over his face. you couldn't see the damage well through his fingers till he got up, still holding his face in his hand, silently giving you his back and leaving you to your own devices. as he left, you noticed red across the side of his hand and arm; few cuts and swells distorting the fabric of his pale skin. 

[transit-fag]

Hello. I recently visited your presumably fine city, and I have to say, I did not enjoy myself.

I am reminded of a quote from AA (non active): "Principles before personalities."

Seems everywhere I went I was harassed, discriminated against, belittled, kicked out, yes sexually harassed, etc, apparently based on the characteristics of my physical appearance, as I gave no indication of political creed, religious affiliation, life philosophy, personal history, or otherwise. Like come on guys, my fashion sense is not THAT bad.

For example, a barista I interacted with saw fit to yell "no" in my face as I was attempting to order. Like fine, if you feel the need to publicly and preemptively cock block me by loudly stating your negative sexual preference towards my person, and thereby impress friends and bystanders, while letting that fella or lady you truly are smitten with know just how loyal a girl you really can be... I can't stop you. I'm sure they're great. I'm just trying to get some coffee.

Ok ok ok, so now, you (the reader) share a knowing look with the apparently psychic iindividual who tells you what to think and how to act (they obviously know about these things), who then makes a simple gesture accusing me of pedophilia and boom. Game, set, and match. It's over. Why even continue reading?

Not that either you believe what you are saying, but who gives a fuck at this point right? It's just that the look on both your faces reminds me of a smug version of the look my dog gets when he is licking his own butt.

Funny story-up until recently, I worked with an actual convicted child rapist. The genuine article. And let me tell you, he was having a fucking field day with this shit. It's ok, get it all out buddy. That's fine right? He's a part of the movement, and everyone gets something. Well, almost everyone lol;) ;)

Yes sir, it's a real pander fest out there. At an intersection, there is an environmentalist guy and a guy with the unnecessarily large and noisy truck. Given our recent political decision making process, you would think they would be staring daggers, yelling, celebratory coal rolling, etc. No absolutely not. Dudes are falling all over themselves in a mad scramble of trans political endearment. It's so simple!! All we have to do is find the one guy in society who isn't a completely gullible dumbfuck and shit all over him and poof. All problems resolved. Transgressions forgiven. A new age.

I mean, it is somewhat interesting how each of you has an individually unique rationalization for the exact same , identical patterns of hateful and abusive behavior. The tree hugger and the coal roller. Beautiful snowflakes all.

Just kidding, it's actually really easy to just place you in a cliched typology and reverse engineer your justification for participating in fascism lite (tm) based on a presumable self conception. I don't really give a fuck what lies you tell yourself in the mirror. But as your Bob Dylan said, it ain't me babe.

Point being, having superceded the political, as well as all conventional rules of civilized conduct, and or general local culture in your fair city, The Movement (tm) (ha) or whatever the fuck you call it, is the dominant social reality and governing social principle.

AND YOU CANNOT TALK ABOUT IT

Which is fine. You do you. But please cease to labor under the illusion that you still have any translatable values, of any kind, whatsoever. It's not that open harassment or discrimination or whatever, particularly when perpetrated by a group of people in a position of social power, is wrong, per se, right? I mean, it would be interesting to hear any of you attempt to justify yourselves, but unfortunately YOU CANNOT TALK ABOUT IT. It is forbidden. I get it. Its like fight club. That's fair. White guys have made some pretty decent movies.

Let's say you dropped $100k on a liberal arts degree. Here's a chance to exercise some critical thinking in the face of a mass social movement founded on cruelty and open hatred, which is kind of the basic purpose of such a degree. Nope. Let's say it was history. What does this say about your chosen field of study? Hide all evidence right? Or sociology. Beyond your purview. Philosophy. When in Rome? Congratulations.

A lot I could say, but, regarding the preposterous idea that this is jall ust a some organic, spontaneously occurring culture phenomenon (rationalization received from a Christian): 1. Easily forensically disprovable, I'm not even particularly well studied and I know exactly who your master is, where they work, and why, and 2. Shockingly naive, given the power dynamics of the situation, sorry no way are your overlords leaving that kind of money on the table.

I don't really feel like elaborating further other than to say that because you are unable to speak or "go back and forth with me", whatever it is that you are participating in is, on its face, complete bullshit, as you, by both structural and philosophical necessity, lack individual moral and intellectual agency, which is, in fact, and in spite of what you may believe (ask your benevolent dictator), the root of all collective historical human failure. As well as the principle rationale for a liberal arts education. But fuck it right?

So, you spent 100k on education, only to turn around and will yourself into intellectual and moral slavery, and become the object of some corporate marketing psychologist's vanity project? May I wipe my ass with that diploma?

In closing, I don't want to go over the top here and start some kind of song of myself, oh no, but having been treated like human garbage, I feel compelled to state:

In terms of adverse personal experience, I soloed goddamn Annapurna in the snow season, lived to tell the tale, and this is the shit I come back to. You are all useful idiots and your behavior is an insult to the human condition.

Why me? Honestly, because out of everyone in at least the entire western United States apparently, you could literally put a gun to my head and I would not get on whatever bullshit from the literal church of corporate Satan you all are being spoon fed. Which I guess is some sort of crime.

On behalf of myself, humanity, Jesus, the Buddha, the better angels of our nature, all the great ones who came before, rock-'n'-roll, etc, Bellingham, YOUR SCENE SUCKS.

I will enjoy the cold comfort of inner freedom and a righteous cause while watching you abandon any semblance of a coherent value system and continue to lick fascist corporate ass for a bump of cocaine (which I don't think is very punk rock:( )

In solidarity, an actual, working, breathing, locally available, and highly DMable, high 7-ish, cultural dissident.

And, let the bad faith Cassandra treatment begin.

(Unless you are feeling spry big fella. Wanna earn some points???)

UPDATE: You guys, you guys wait!!! I thought of a really good one. The hand gesture thing-that is soooo Hitler

Update to Update: WOW so many responses. I am not able to give each one the time and attention it deserves, so here I will make a brief general reply before sharing something (indeed) very special with everyone.

Briefly perusing these responses, they seemed mostly attempts and bad faith gaslighting (as predicted) along with a sprinkling of salty literary criticism. I, at least, personally, found the gaslighting amusing, because I said you would do it, and you still did it anyway. Lol.

But really, everyone here, myself included, knows that besides "though shalt not speak," like the second rule in the playbook (which apparently descended from Shiva on a ray of light or some shit) is "Just keep doing it," so really this discussion is basically pointless, other than to point out that based on your actions, you are now complicit in an ongoing attempt to manufacture a historical falsehood about our society as it exists today, which, to me, is somewhat mind-blowing and honestly something of a privilege to witness firsthand. Now on to the important stuff.

Driving home today, listening to some predictably tinny, cacaphonous, and emotionally shallow corporate music, it occurred to me: When all this first I was actually pretty afraid. I remember first commenting on this pattern of organized behavior I got so scared I had like a four day flashback, you know the terrors, worries that someone was going come kidnap me and bury me alive somewhere because the shit I talked was so unprecedentedly nasty there was no way it could be allowed to stand, etc.(Which honestly is a pretty scary thought, because just based on the responses I received here it is clear that no one is gonna come looking). But you know, this went on, and the ol shoe never dropped.

I could only speculate that I must have been the subject of some kind of Job-like wager, to see whether I could walk the razors edge between hysteria, due to the gaslighting, on the one hand, and some form of violence, due to the anger at the abusive treatment, on the other. And it went on, and on, and on.

Today I realized that due to recent developments, and in small part because of this post, the terms of the wager have changed (which is good, because turns out, I can do this shit indefinitely, but where's the fun in that?). I am no longer the subject of this wager. No, I am now a party to it.

So, what or who (you may ask), is now then the new subject? What is the nature of this new wager?

The subject, my friends, is you. My fellow citizens. The unwashed (stereotype) masses. The people of Bellingham. The human race.

And what is in question? I guess on my side would be what is known as traditional humanism. Although I am no paragon and did not choose this, this tradition would generally focus on the value of things like honesty, courage, dignity, perseverance, kindness, love etc. which in my opinion are inescapable, and due to my own experiences with hardship, indispensable, and woe be to him who has not felt that light touch some corner of his immortal soul.

The counterargument (I suppose) could (for my purposes) be described as anti-humanist, at least in the traditional sense. I believe that this position holds that the idealization of these traditional virtues breeds discontent and indeed mass violence and war, as humans are inherently somewhat petty, cruel, violent, etc, Overly harmonious, idealized group identities simply displace(?) sublimate (?) (my bad) these tendencies outward, in the form of group based hatred and violence.

Relevant questions: Realistically, are humans capable of self government? Are ideals good? Is the project of the enlightenment practical or desirable?

I would argue that life is basically not worth living in the anti-humanist society, as well as point out that in the more moderate "European" view, this is why we have things like rock climbing or whatever other stupid shit you guys do. Traditional forms of collective action are still necessary, and you can't solve many problems "herding cats."

To some extent this is a matter of taste, but I guess the real question is whether your corporate overlords can succeed in birthing the anti-humanist society and ,indeed, become bigger than Jesus.

You guys aren't helping my case much, but regardless this is the fundamental reality of what is happening right here, right now, plain as day.

I'll end with a plea for collegiately, as I have presented the arguments collegially, mainly out of fear for my personal safety, although we both know, if one thing is true about people from my tradition, it's that we fucking LOVE to party.

The ball is obviously not in my court, as I am alone here in a literal sea of sycophantic assholes, with nothing to defend myself but my rapacious wit, endearing humor, and roguish good looks.

It is ironic though. Me, an actual pariah, and the girl who has it all, arguing across each other. Like, I cannot fucking BELIEVE I am defending you people.