#i just wanna go back to watching bleach okay let me be

[krosiefics]

i wanna see you naked • yang jeongin

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: You and Jeongin decide to play two truths and a lie, taking shots of soju as a punishment. Who knew that with all the drinking Jeongin would confess his fantasies about you.

WC: 2k

Tags/Warnings: afab!reader, softdom!jeongin, bsf!jeongin, pure smut, pwp, intoxicated sex FULLY CONSENSUAL, piv, unprotected sex (DON’T DO THAT…also pee after sex guys), creampie, breeding kink(?), grinding, cunnilingus (clothed cunnilingus), fingering, hair pulling, doggystyle, light spanking, not proof read

a/n: YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY HIS SOLO STAGE BECAUSE WTF WAS THAT…Baby Bread nuh uh more like Daddy Toast…sorry-look I know Jeongin’s saying “call you my hallucination” (????) I think…it’s something hallucinations- but let’s all admit we ALL heard ‘I wanna see you naked’

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” You groaned, tossing your head back. You sat on the floor in front of the sofa while your best friend played and braided your hair behind you. “Hey, isn’t me doing your hair fun?” The black hair boy with a bleached spot commented. You turned your head, shooting him a playful glare. “You’re the one braiding it.”

“Fine, fine. What if we play a game?” Jeongin hummed, a piece of your hair unbraiding itself when his fingers loosened. “Ooh, two truths and a lie!” You say excitedly, giving him the strand of hair that had fallen against the nape of your neck, “I’ll start!”

“You suck at braiding hair. I don’t like your weirdly spotted hair…and,” you begin to ponder a third statement, “and I think your dimples are cute.”

You smile to yourself, a small tug of your hair causes you to scowl, “Hey!”

“I do not suck at braiding hair, I’m just learning!” Jeongin scoffs in a jokingly offended tone.

You turn over your shoulder again, Jeongin’s grasp on your hair seizing yet again. You give him an unamused look, shaking your head.

“What’s the lie Innie?” You prompt him, “I dunno…you’ve never called my simple cute before so that’s weird. And you haven’t really cared about my hair…I’m gonna say it’s the hair one?” Jeongin stated in a questioning manner, shrugging as he attempted to restart the braid- again. You pull your hair away, swiveling your body to face Jeongin.

“Correct, I do like your weirdly spotted hair. What do you want?” Jeongin gave you a confused look, “What do you mean ‘what do I want’?”

“Well you won that round, what do you want?”

“Oh we’re getting penalties?” Jeongin hummed in amusement, his interest peaking in this game, “Go get me one of those mochis you hide, I know you have some.”

You frown at him before getting up from your spot on the floor to retrieve the doughy dessert. A few more rounds of the game went on before the two of you decided to turn it into a drinking game, a shot of soju for every loss. You’ve lost track of how many rounds have gone by, your mind too fuzzy from the alcohol to recall.

“Okay, my turn again!” Jeongin grinned, he wasn’t nearly as drunk as you, having given you insane scenarios to choose from and getting almost every round of yours right. “I’ve seen you naked.”

“What?!” Your eyes shoot open, Jeongin’s statement sobering you slightly. “You want to see me naked.”

Your cheeks flush red, cause it’s true- though you’d never admit it. You must be a madman to not think that your best friend is hot, and that fact alone has made you have some thoughts about him.

“And, I wanna see you naked.”

Jeongin’s cheeks had a pink hue, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol. “What?” You breathed out shakily, you could feel yourself become aroused, you blamed the soju for that.

“I…I wanna see you naked.” Jeongin repeated himself, his face turning a darker shade of pink now.

You had no clue what possessed you to strip yourself of your loose t-shirt, but you blamed it on the alcohol. Jeongin watched your every move as you rid yourself of the material, his lip caught between his teeth. The sight alone sent arousal straight to his hardening cock, twitching in his pants.

You tossed the shirt somewhere onto the floor nearby, barring your bra covered chest to Jeongin. The black haired boy stared at you, his eyes grazing every bit of your exposed skin. He hesitantly brought his hand up before trailing his index finger along your bra strap.

Jeongin’s fingers trailed along the top trim of the bra, following the curve of your breast. Your breath hitches and he stops, Jeongin gives you a knowing look, you simply shake your head assuring him to go on. “Can I…can I take this off?” He stared up at you with flushed cheeks and a lazy soft gaze.

“Only if you,” You say, you bring your hand up to the hem of his white t-shirt implying your want, “take this off too.” Jeongin happily complies, a wide grin plastered across his face as he lifted and tugged his shirt over his head. “So I guess you do wanna see me naked.” He grins, you let out a playful huff.

Jeongin watches as your chest heaves and your thighs rub together under his eyes. Jeongin shifted closer towards you, “Is this okay?” His breath fanned across your cheek to your ear, you simply nodded in response. Jeongin’s fingers unclasped your bra from the back, the straps falling off your shoulders before the full undergarment was discarded.

The boy in front of you just stared in awe at your body, his eyes ranking up and down each curve of your breasts and waist. Growing timid under his gaze, you cross your arms in front of your body.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, his hand reaching to rest gently on your knee.

“No,” You breath out shakily, “I dunno…I know it’s weird but…I want it so bad- fuck I want you so bad.” You ramble, your trembling hands cupping his face. Oh how you wanted to lean in and kiss his pink lips. “Fucking hell.” Jeongin breathed out before connecting your lips together.

His lips were rough against yours, every ounce of lust and desire fueling the kiss. You raised from your spot on the floor, climbing onto Jeongin’s lap, straddling his thighs. Jeongin’s hands are immediately on your body, trailing them along your hips to your waist. His hands trailed slowly towards your ass, but never quite grabbed you.

Out of frustration you took his hands in yours and placed them on your ass, letting him know that it’s okay. Jeongin’s rough hands squeezed the fatty flesh before rubbing the area. You moan into his mouth when you feel his erection poking your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” You bite your lip, pulling away from the kiss and resting your head against his. “Wanted this for so long, Innie.” You whine as his hands cup your breast, his fingers flicking your hardened buds. “Shit baby, I’ve wanted this too!” Jeongin says, his hips bucking into you.

Your hands fumble to his waistband, trying to desperately free him of the clothing. Jeongin’s lips attached to your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Once you tugged at his slacks, he lifted his hips, letting you slide the pants along with his underwear down.

“Fuck, can I?” You say, pulling away from his lips once more as you stared at his erected cock. “Next time babe.” Jeongin said, watching you with amusement as you drooled over his cock. He swiftly flipped you onto your back, his fingers going to the waistband of your loose shorts.

You helped Jeongin slide them down your shorts, as you were gonna reach to pull your underwear down, he stopped you. “Don’t.” Jeongin simply stated, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He maneuvered himself downwards till he was settled between your legs. Jeongin left kisses along your thighs up towards your heat. As he stared at your panties, he noticed a wet patch of your arousal stained on them, a sense of pride swelled over him knowing that he was the cause of it.

Jeongin suddenly leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, a gasped moan falling from your lips as he continued lapping up your covered cunt. “Ah, Innie…they’ll be ruined.” You could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against your throbbing cunt, “I’ll buy you new ones, yeah?” He said, his hand making its way between your legs, slipping them under your panties and circling around your entrance.

“Ah, fuck Innie.” You moaned out as his finger nudged your panty to the side allowing his younger to finally meet your leaking pussy. Jeongin worked his finger in and out of your hole, stretching you by pushing another in, curling them at the right angle.

“Innie-“ You whined, neediness taking out your body, “Jeongin- stop!” And he did, Jeongin looked at you with round eyes, worried that he did something wrong or that he hurt you. “Are you okay?!” He says, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the couch cushion.

“I’m fine Innie, but if you don’t fuck me right now, so help me God.” Jeongin let out a sigh of relief before a small chuckle escaped his lips, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He said climbing up to your face and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your face flush, “I- Jeongin…don’t just say stuff like that I- what?!” The words you formed in your head went numb on your tongue. Jeongin simply bit his lip cockily. “You…ugh.” You groaned, pushing his body off of yours, straddling his hips once again before taking his cock in your hand and dragging it along your wet folds.

“Oh fuck.” Jeongin hissed, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tightly. Every trace of his cockiness was wiped away. You could feel him throbbing underneath you, the veins along his cock protruding at the need for friction. “Babe, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Jeongin warns, squeezing the flesh at your hip.

“Who says I can’t finish it?” You taunt, a playful smirk on your face. Before you could blink, Jeongin had flipped you over the couch, your hands pinned above your head with one of his hands as his other guided the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jeongin smirks, barely pushing his tip in before pulling out again. “This is still okay right? You don’t need me to stop-“ “Yang Jeongin! I swear if you ask me that one more time- if I want you to stop I’ll tell you, just fuck me already.”

With your confirmation, Jeongin flushes out against your ass as he pushes himself into your warm heat. Erotic moans falling from both of your mouths. “Shit, you’re so tight baby.”

“Fuck, I feel so full.” You whine as Jeongin starts thrusting into you.

Jeongin watches as your tits bounce with each thrust he gives. His eyes linger on your ass as it smacks against his pelvis. A sudden smack echoed throughout the living space, followed by a sting of pain on your asscheek. Jeongin watched as the flesh moved under his touch, how it reddened so quickly, how you moaned as he spanked you.

“You're so pretty like this, bent over and taking my cock like this.” Jeongin’s words go straight to your cunt, that familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as Jeongin continued pounding you from behind. You were suddenly pulled back by your hair, forcing you to look up. “You gonna cum on my cock, doll?” Jeongin mumbled, his grip on your hair loosening so that he doesn’t hurt you.

“Mmm, fuck yes Innie! Please can I cum.” You cried out as your climax neared. “Cum on my cock baby, you got it.” He encouraged, his pace never faltering. A few more thrust and you orgasmed, a watery liquid wetting the two of you. “Fuck, you’re so sexy- you’re clenching so hard on me, doll.”

“Shit I’m gonna cum- where do you want it?” Jeongin grunted, his fingers retreating from your hair and wrists, gripping your hips yet again for support. “Inside.” You whimpered due to the overstimulation. Jeongin groaned as he filled you up with his seed, resting his head against the back of your shoulder as he emptied out inside of you, “You’re milking my cock so well baby.”

After pulling out and washing up, the two of you just layed there on the sofa in a daze. “So what was the lie?” You broke the silence. Jeongin looked over at you with a small smile, “That I had seen you naked- which I guess now isn’t necessarily a lie anymore.”

[coco-loco-nut]

Father’s Day

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: max is dating an international star

a/n: i literally had this idea last night and had to write a short blurb, i promise i am writing other stuff tho 🫶

masterlist

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y/username happy father’s day, daddy. i love you and your big…

maxverstappen1 anything to share with me?

y/username not pregnant, just letting everyone know how turned on you get me

maxverstappen1 love you too, schat

user12 anyone else not getting it, like she is so hot and he is 😬

y/username you know that one barbie scene with the rock? that’s my maxie. also if you think he’s ugly, that’s fine, more of him for me 😍

user98 Y/N BARBIE FAN CONFIRMED

y/username priority 1: old barbie movies priority 2: max

user3 ON THE MAIN?

user33 PR monster got her, I really wanna know what she was about to say

recordlabel we don’t… we actually want bleach for our eyes

redbullracing we will share our bleach if you send us demos of her next album 👀

charlesleclerc Go on, finish the sentence, I dare you.

y/username his big heart, ego, ass, trophy case, therapy bill from childhood trauma, i could keep going on but i don’t want to make you feel emasculated

user62 okay, but like how did he bag her?

y/username he has incredible rizz, and look at him🤤

“Happy Father’s Day, Maxie,” you grin as Max lays on you lap, looking up at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“You aren’t pregnant, Schat,” he laughs, your fingertips gently scratching his scalp.

“We could change that, get some practice in for after the wedding?” you watch his eyes widen as he quickly sits up.

“Practice makes perfect, why don’t we practice now?” Max suggests, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

Your wedding is small, only some close friends and family in attendance. The ceremony takes place in your backyard, no reception beyond a dinner afterwards.

Despite both your respective fame levels, you didn’t want anyone knowing of the marriage. Fans still thought you were dating, so when you got a positive pregnancy test, you were extra careful.

Max was grateful that you had a private recording studio in the house, for when you needed to drop the album. You didn’t mean to choose the surprise drop date to be at the end of your pregnancy, nor Father’s Day, but life worked in funny ways.

“Happy Father’s Day, Maxie,” you softly say, handing the little bundle off to Max.

“This is the best present, he’s beautiful,” Max hold back tears as he holds his son close to his chest.

“I’m not sure if I will be able to top this next year,” you laugh a little, your tiredness making an apparent after a long labor.

“You should take a nap, I’ll be okay with him,” Max runs a hand though your sweaty hair. To him, you’ve never looked more perfect.

“I have one thing to do first,” you yawn, pulling out your phone. Max slides into the hospital bed beside you, you immediately nestle into him, his warmth enveloping you.

instagram

y/username SURPRISE! midnight rain is out now! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it for the past four years. There is so much in my life that happened, so enjoy my journey through heartbreak, love, and growth. I want to quickly thank Max and my team for making this possible 💙

user1 AHHH this is so good, but didn’t she and Max break up? Why is she thanking him?

user3 dude, i think they are married, did you listen to everything else

user4 yeah, she had some songs about marriage, but she hasn’t been at any races since last year

user10 did y’all see the statement saying there won’t be a tour for the album?? crying in the club

user11 Okay, but Robin?? secret child??

maxverstappen1 endlessly proud of you, schatje

user5 we get it bro, she wrote Dress and The Alchemy about you

maxverstappen1 our little robin decided to hatch 💙

danielricciardo So happy for you and Y/n, mate. Big day for the Verstappen family, can’t wait to hold the little guy!

y/username he will love his Uncle Danny

y/username he’s perfect, just like his daddy

redbullracing what a gift for father’s day! sending our gift to you 💙

user42 guys, y/n’s song credits changed…

user21 OMG MAX AND Y/N ARE MARRIED AND THEY HAVE A KID???

[dreamyvill]

where that ony story at ho🤨?!?!!!!!

ONY- Party Girl

Ony don’t play about her

Angst comfort, filthy words for smut (I tried sorry if it suck’s) and cursing.

Yall hoes knows what this is.. that Ony fix a I promised idek how long go so…. My bad yall everything be moving fast during the week. Anyhow I don’t like it but here yall go 🎀

I also tried to not use a name so it I used 🎀 and baby but I got tired of that so there’s that.

Ony knew he had a beautiful woman, she was everything he’d ever wanted and he reminded and treated her as such.

Ony wasn’t famous per se but in the city he was very well known by being a club owner, having a string of very popular clubs since he was twenty two, not only did they know him but they knew his girl the one that had been there with him since their junior year of high school. She, herself was known in her own right owning a very popular nail salon and investing in a string of business that were small but growing. She knew she was the shit, smelling good, looking good, and she was nice.

Setting into their club, Ony and his lady hand in hand greeting people and thanking for coming, girls and bottles in the section. Ony took a sip of his water watching his lady enjoy herself with the strippers and weed. Dancing and having all eyes on her.

“Bae I’m going to the bathroom, you okay?” He said looking into her reddened eyes, licking his puffy lips at the sight of her.

“M’good” she sweetly said her accent getting thicker, clearly having a good time. Nodding his head eyes pointed to his security having a few right near there section, before going to relieve himself. Staying in the section when her favorite song came on “wanna be” with glorilla, and Megan the stallion. Singing along with the group girls before her favorite part started to come on, which was Megan’s verse.

Standing up for the viral lyrics “get em’ glo” and “go meg” throwing her ass in a full circle as the girls around her rallied around her cheering her on. It wasn’t until the verse was over when she tried to turn around and sit down did she feel hands on her waist all over her. Quickly realizing she tried to remove the hands but they weren’t budging, starting to get annoyed she tried again.

“Bro let me go!” She projected over the music that was fading out. Security looking over and going over.

“Aye let her go bruh.”

“Mane ain’t nobody hurting her.” The guy said he looked about five’ six/seven at best he had on some distressed bleached jeans the were entirely to small for him and a plain white shirt and some beat up black air forces. He also had some locs that looked like lil Wayne’s and some ill fitting golds.

“Nigga, I don’t want you touching me.” She said looking him up and down with disgust and her high blown feeling sober, just then did Ony come back from the bathroom seeing everything going on. He instantly got mad speeding up his pace and walking over to his girl.

“Who touched you.” He said standing behind his lady with his fists already balled.

“Mane don’t nobody want her ran through ass.” The dusty smacked his teeth looking Ony up and down.

“Boy, you came over here being weird touching on her!” One of the strippers, June said.

“That dusty ass nigga right there.” Baby said and that was all he needed before he sent two quick ones to his jaw and chest before the guy even could put his set up he got hit with a big sucker punch.

“Dammnnnnn”

“Shit”

He was picked up and escorted out, the night had been ruined and now he and baby were going to go home. The ride in the car had been silent leaving baby to feel like she’d done something wrong. “I mean I was twerking and he might’ve thought something else was going on but I know.” She thought. It wasn’t until she felt his bigger hands on her shoulder that she snapped out of her thoughts seeing they were in front of a Waffle House.

“Baby, you wanna’ go in or bring it home and eat it?” He asked his girlfriend then seeing the expression on her face he got out of the car and immediately went over to her side.

“What’s wrong, huh” he softly hummed at her looking her in the eyes knowing that she could crack as say what was wrong.

Sniffling” what happened at the club Ony I didn’t even feel him behind me, I didn’t mean- baby he did that shit in purpose he knew you weren’t paying attention that wasn’t your fault okay?” He asked.

“Okay.”

“Stay here ima get our food and we going home alright pretty girl?” He said scooping her head in his hand knowing it’d make her blush and avoid eye contact.

Getting home and eating there food, baby was sitting on his lap cuddled up watching The Lion king, before she started to move over and get on top of him with his back being on the couch and her thighs being in both sides of his body.

Leaning down into his ears she started kissing up and down on him softly moaning in his ear Ony took his right hand and started to rub up and down her ass just like he knew she liked.

“You like that” he teased stoping when she didn’t replay making a whine leave her lips before she hummed a yes to him. Slowly peeling off her leggings and underwear he kept eye contact as he ate her all around paying extra attention to her clit.

“Oh fuck Ony” she moaned out fucking herself on his face like she knew he loved, struggling to keep eye contact with him.

“Give me that nut baby!” He said before taking his two fingers and slipping into her wet pussy, stuffing her in and out with his thick fingers. His fingers started to speed up and his other hand playing with her clit quickly, she started to feel her balloon starting to well up.

“Ooh fuck daddy I’m coming.” She said chanting before she squirted and came all over his fingers, which he gladly cleaned.

He turned her over on her back with her legs pointing to the sky. He took off his pants and tapped his heavy dick on her pussy.

“Please”

“Please what?” He smirked at her pouting leaning down and pecking her lips.

“Please fuck me daddy.” She begged aching, looking each other deep in the eyes as he slipped in her pussy with his thick, long, and slightly curved dick and started slowly fucking her.

“Stop teasing me.” She said and he sped up just like he had just before taking her off guard before drilling into her quickly. Snapping her eyes shut she started moaning a string of fucks.

“Mhm you like that huh baby you think that lame could do this baby? Fuck you like this?” He said stretching his legs on into couch putting some on his weight in her legs keeping them into position.

“Nooo- he cou.. neva oh fuck daddy.” She stuttered out.

Continuing to pound into her she felt that ballon again. “Ooh fuck daddy I’m coming, I’m coming.” She said making another mess all over his dick slowly down his strokes they flipped over to cowgirl position.

“Ooh fuck baby.” He moaned out as she started ridding him into the sunset. Her smaller hands on his chest as she looking him in the eye bouncing up and down with the help of Ony.

“I love the way you protect me baby, it’s so fucking hot.” She said riding him out.

“I.ldoanythingforyou.” He barely got out Ony was not the type to be quiet during sex he was loud and proud about it.

“Ooh fuck baby just like that im about to cum baby.” He said bouncing her harder on his dick. “Where you want it?” He quickly asked.

“In me please daddy.” She said as she came on him for the third time and he came together with her. Laying down in the coach catching their breaths before going to get cleaned up.

[princessbrunette]

okay but just imagine being popes sister and you’re sneaking around with jj and one day hes like talking to you through your bedroom door while jjs balls deep in you

CLOSE CALL!

a.n: this can def apply to regular siblings or just step-siblings with pope. some smut but nothin crazy !!

Closed doors at the Heyward house was allowed.

You were allowed privacy, your room was your space and there was a decent amount of trust between all of the house residents. However, locked doors was a no-no, especially now you and Pope were older and were spending an increasingly large amount of time with the opposite gender.

In your defence, you didn’t even know Pope was home. He was meant to be off with John B that day, looking into some old transcripts that could lead them to a map for some treasure you’d all been after for a while now. This was you and JJ’s day off, one might say — and you spent it straddling his lap on your bed, his cock bullying your insides as you grind down on it, his hips lifting beneath you to meet your bounces. One of his ringed hands clasped your waist, helping you with your movements whilst the other took a moment to run through his sun-bleached hair, slightly matted from the sweaty, balmy atmosphere in your room. “Fuck, that’s good huh?” He groans.

Your jaw dropped, a moan just about to rip from your throat as you drew closer to your orgasm— when the moment was interrupted by a swift, but unmistakable knock at your door, followed by the calling of your name. Pope.

JJ sat up so fast from his laid back position you nearly knocked heads, the blonde wincing and holding your lower back as you clenched hard in surprise. You looked at eachother, eyes wide — before Pope called your name once more.

“I gotta get in there, I hid the key to the safe in your room ‘cos I was paranoid and now—” The handle to your door turns.

“Don’t come in!” You yelp, JJ about 3 seconds from throwing you off him so he could swan dive naked out the window. “I’m naked!” Technically, not a lie.

“So put some clothes on, look I’ve got John B waiting outside and I don’t have time to—”

“I cant, I just got out the shower and I’m air drying. Just— just tell me where the key is and I’ll bring it to you.” You call out, hearing him sigh. JJ shifts a little inside your wet heat, and you both wince this time— both sensitive.

“I don’t really remember. I just know it’s in your dresser— Look if you just let me look it’ll be quicker I really gotta go!” He begs and you bite your lip. Pope wasnt dumb, if you tried to sneak JJ out the window or even off the bed he’d hear the extra set of feet and come bursting in like the protective big brother he was. You stare into JJ’s wide eyes, his expression reading ‘What the hell are you about to do?’ and speak again.

“If you come in you gotta keep your eyes closed, okay?” Your voice wavers unsurely, now if having JJ round during the day wasn’t a big enough risk, this sure was. JJ’s eyes widen, jaw gaping slightly as if you’d lost your mind.

“Obviously, I don’t wanna see you naked, dude.” Pope mutters before swinging the door open, eyes screwed shut as promised, even holding a hand over them for extra precaution.

“Just— take a few steps, and then a few to the left and then face the wall where the dresser is.” You direct him as he stumbles over, following your directions until his back his to you, the dresser now infront of him. The two of you watch Pope rummage through the drawers, searching for where he left the key— JJ practically holding his breath, putting statues to shame.

“You should really be coming to this. It could be pretty big.” He converses, digging around.

“Uh— yeah, maybe I’ll meet you there in a little.” You try and regulate your voice, trying to ignore how you can feel JJ throbbing inside of you, begging for release. You furrowed your brows at him briefly, in disbelief that he was still this hard with his close friend in the room. Must have been all the nerves, JJ was always the adrenaline junkie.

“JJ too. Lemme text him—” He mumbles, and you watch the back of him as he digs into his back pocket. The blonde boy beneath you comes to life, wilding shaking his head and waving at his phone sat proudly on your bedside table like a bomb ready to detonate, sure to make a loud and obnoxious noise if Pope was to text him, giving the game away.

“No!” You yell, a little too urgently, and you watch Popes back straighten a little suspiciously, like he wanted to turn around. “Let—” You clear your throat, attempting at a casual tone. “Let me text him. I’ve been looking for an excuse to text him anyway.”

“Gross, you can’t be crushing on my friends. They’re… dudes. They think with their dicks and it’ll just fuck everything up.” He scolds you, sticking his arm deep in the drawer until he jolted with recognition, finally finding the key amongst a wad of socks. “Ah, got it.”

‘Gross?’ JJ mouths to you, face screwed in offence and you lightly smack his arm, distracted by the conversation.

“Whatever, Pope. We’ll talk about this some other time. Now uh— see yourself out.” He stumbles blindly to the door and shuts it behind him again, the two of you staying rooted to your spot until you heard his feet descend away and out the front door.

JJ collapses onto his back once more, breathing out a loud sigh of relief and from the momentum you fall straight on top of him with an ‘Oof!’

“Jesu— my legs crampin’ up. You really just— invited him in here? Just like that?” He explodes, brows raised as you shuffle into a more comfortable spot, his cock still nestled inside of you.

“I had no choice!” You pout, hoping to win some cute points. “And we got away with it, didn’t we?” You add with a cheeky grin, rolling your hips as you grind him in and out of you once more. He lets out a jagged breath and then a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Oh you’re crazy. You know that right? That you’re crazy?”

“You like it.”

“I do but uh— don’t you have something you should be doing? Like texting me for example?” His smile grows as he speaks and you burst into giggles from his stupid joke and fingers digging into your waist. Not giving you a chance to retaliate, he flips you on your back and gets back to work.

[ncis-yp]

Maybe… (Tony x reader) [FLUFF]

You stood up in the bathroom. Your hands were shaking, you were incredibly embarrassed. Your eyes were welling up with tears.

“Hey (y/n) wanna go t-“ he stopped and looked at you. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry Tony” you say shakily. He embraces, he looked and saw the blood on the sheets. He understood what you were so upset about.

“It’s okay (y/n). It’s gonna be okay” he rubs you back kicking the door closed. “What did you come to the bathroom to do? Change? Make up? What was it beautiful?”

“Shower to wash my hair” you sniffled into Tony’s shoulder as he rocked you back and forth.

“Okay then let’s do that” he let you go and kissed your lips softly. He turned on the water and helped you undress, not hesitating at your bloody pj pants. “I’ll let you do the rest okay?” You nodded.

“Thank you Tony” you say. He kissed your head and smiled.

“Of course” he picked up your pjs and told you to leave your underwear in the sink. He closed the door.

Tony’s POV~

There was a decent size stain on the bed. But nothing hydrogen peroxide, bleach, and hand wash, and a full wash couldn’t treat. Those poor white sheets, I thought.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide from underneath the sink and grabbed her underwear. I started on the underwear, letting the water run over it in the guest bathroom, while I treated the bed. I got most the stain out with peroxide, the bleach handwashing helped a lot. Her pj pants were waiting to be washed in the machine.

I grabbed her a dark towel and new sheets from the laundry room as I started the wash. I put the towel in the bathroom for her, a long with a fresh pad and a tampon from her bag… (yes I opened her backpack for a tampon and pad). Changed the sheets and opened the window for some fresh light.

When I tell you, she looked so cute when she came out of the bathroom, God was she precious. Hair wet and all clean. Smelling just like men’s soap.

Your POV~

You walked out and saw Tony sitting on the bed watching TV. You took that moment of fresh air and lighting to appreciate your boyfriend. You noticed the bed and sheets were made, pjs were gone, and there was a fresh pad and tampon in the bathroom for you.

“Hi gorgeous” he says acknowledging you. “You know, you always look so sexy when you come outta the shower, I don’t know what it is. But it makes it even better that you’re all mine today and I don’t have to share you with work” he pulled you into the bed.

“Tony I’m on my period” you giggle, pointing out the white comforter and sheets.

“Okay and???” He responds still pulling you close to him. “You can still cuddle with me (y/n). I wanna give you some love and affection” you allowed him to pull you deeper into his arms. “Besides… everything is washable” he contentedly sighed into your hair.

You smile at his words. Holding onto this moment of genuine love. Regardless of how white the sheets were compared to how red blood can be if you leak through. Tony didn’t care that you bled out on the bed last night, he cared more about you getting your shower than his bed.

“So… bottomless mimosas and waffles for breakfast?” Tony asks. “I’m hungry” he says bashfully.

“Ugh you know me so well” you jump outta bed. “I drive”

“Not my Mustang” he says following you.

“No, my challenger” you jingle your keys. “Or.. we can ra-“

“(Y/n) we are not racing” he picks you up. “I’m driving, you’re the princess” he smiles. And you follow suit

“Not my challenger”

“No, my Mustang” he winks

[storydays]

Welcome to Heaven P2

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven Meeting Room*

"Heavenly people, what more do you need to see?" Adam asked, as the court room watch Angel and Cherri take shots. "The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That's not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!" He exclaimed.

"Um, objection! Are you really telling me you've never had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?" Charlie asked. 

"Uh, we don't have hard days. It's fuckin' Heaven, bitch. You seriously going to sit there and pretend like this behavior is okay? What do you think?" The yellow angel asked Vaggie as Charlie and (Y/N) growled lowly.

"I--I--I have to go to the bathroom." Vaggie stuttered before rushing off. "What, Vaggie, can't you hold it?" Charlie hissed after her.

"Angel will make good decisions! We have to keep watching! Please." (Y/N) pleaded. Sera sighed heavily before turning to Emily. "Yeah, I don't know." "Yeah, let's give him a chance." The younger Seraphim replied. 

"Very well; the court will allow it." "Fuck, yes!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping herself. (Y/N) noticed the looks she was receiving and elbowed Charlie who quickly corrected herself. "I mean, heh, thank you."

*In Consent Club*

Angel tossed his head back as  Cherri approached with more in her hands. "Round 12, mother fuckers! Heels are comin' off!" "Haha! Yeah, keep 'em comin'!" laughed the spider, reaching for another. "Come on, right here, right to Daddy." He giggled. "Oh, it is wonderful to have friends!" Sir Pentious cackled, tossing his head back, enjoying the sting of the alcohol. 

"Everything's spinny, hehe." Niffty giggled, reaching for a little more. "Ha ha! I think you're done, tiny." Angel took the shot from her, giving it to Husk who downed two shots at the same time. "No! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" Niffty whined, reaching for the glass. 

"Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more!" Cherri scowled. "She's like ten pounds soaking wet, and--" Angel defended before noticing the cyclops maid was gone. 

"Oh, shit. Where'd she go?"

Niffty ignored the angry yells as she cleaned up group of men's table. "Dirty, dirty, make it clean." Niffty said manically. 

"Dammit, Niffty. Sorry fellas, here, next one's on me." Angel threw a wad of cash at the men, rolling his eyes at how they fought over it.

"Niffty? Shit!" Angel cursed, seeing the redhead raiding the cleaning closet. "Chlorine....Bleach...." 

Angel went to stop her, when Cherri stopped him in his path, with her hands on her hip. "Angie, the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny." 

"Look, she ain't used to this scene. I-I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to." Angel protested. 

"Pfft, whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." The pink haired Cyclops walked away and Angel snatched Niffty up. "Stop! You can't take that! God Niff, why are you bein' such a mess?!" He snapped. 

"I-I'm the mess?" Niffty started bawling loudly. "Oh, oh shit! Hey, hey, hey...calm down, ya ain't a mess. It's fine, ssshhhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty?" Angel panicked, before using his second pair of hands to rub soothing circles on Niffty's back and in her hair. 

"Yeah." whined Niffty. 

"The fuck is this?" Husk demanded as Niffty climbed all over him, and started pulling at his ears and eyebrows. "She's wasted." Angel deadpanned before smiling. "Just go with it." 

"Re-really?! Ugh, get the--" He sighed, accepting his fate as Niffty started pulling on his wings. 

"Ahh, hey, wow!" Pentious, who was clearly drunk, slid over to where Cherri was sitting boredly. "Hey, so, I see the club has a sex room. So I was thinking, maybe you'd want to uhm, do a sex with me?" He asked awkwardly. 

Cherri snorted, suddenly interested. "I'm sorry, why would we have sex?" "Uh, uh, um.. because I'm having sex with everyone here!" He exclaimed loudly, yelping when a group of demons dragged him into a room. "Get in here."

Cherri shook her head, before perking up seeing Angel approach with Husk and Niffty behind him. "You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night! You don't have to spend all of your off hours, 'working on yourself,' you little bitch."She grinned, ignoring Angel's raised eyebrow. 

"The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's--" Husk defended before trailing off. "Valentino." Angel muttered darkly, looking off to the side. 

"Exactly. So why don't you---"

"No. Valentino." Angel's voice wobbled as he pointed at the moth sitting with two other demoness's. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous...do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star..." Valentino continued to talk as Angel started shaking in fear. 

"L-Let's get the fuck outta here, ok? Come on.---" He started to walk out when he realized something. Sparing a glance at Val over his shoulder, he quickly took notice of who was missing. "Where's Niffty?" "...Porn star. Okay, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Val's voice carried over the party noise as Niffty ran over to him, giggling, "Bad boy. Hehehehe."

Angel, despite his fear, ran after her, muttering under his breath as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Get out of my way."

He quickly caught Niffty, just as she was approaching Valentino. "Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here, baby?" cooed the moth. "I'm surprised to see you not riding the prince's dick." he mocked, making a dick gesture. 

"Funny." Angel rolled his eyes. "Who's this chiquita? You bringing me fresh meat?" Val asked, leaning closer to eye Niffty. 

Niffty tried to bite him. 

"Oi!" exclaimed Valentino, leaning back in his seat, allowing the two demoness's to lean back against him.

"I just want a taste." Niffty growled with a grin. "Ehh, weird, but there's a kink for that I'm sure." shrugged the pimp. 

"Fuck off, Val." Hissed Angel, standing up, holding Niffty close. "Excuse me?" Val narrowed his eyes. 

"I said, fuck off. I put up with your bullshit for the longest time, and I will never let you get your claws into my friends." 

"You forget who you're talking to, slut?" "No, I know exactly who I'm talking to: An insecure piece of shit, who makes himself feel better beating up and taking advantage of vulnerable people and who is incapable of feeling anything other than greed, you , twisted, heartless son of a bitch." Val growled lowly, making a smoke chain appear, and he went to raise a hand to hit the spider, when suddenly a (f/c) chain pulled him to his knees, to be face to face with a shadow version of the prince. 

" Did you forget our deal, Valentino?" cooed the Shadow Prince, tail lazily swinging behind him. The pimp gulped nervously.

"Ugh, n-no, never." stuttered the moth, as the shadow version of (Y/N) narrowed his red eyes before pulling the moth close to him, effectively gagging him. Angel, Niffty, and Husk watched with wide eyes.

"Hm. So you weren't about to put your hands on Angel? You're saying I'm lying?" 

"No, Príncipe. Angel and I were just having a---" He choked when the shadow pulled harshly, before turning to the crowd. "Who here had seen Valentino raise his hand to Angel?" He called, raising an eyebrow at the many hands that had went up. 

The moth was shaking from where he was kneeling as he realized his mistake.

" Niffty, dear."  The shadow nodded his head, and Niffty snatched some fluff off of Val's neck. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "For my collection, hehe." 

"I think, Valentino, I let you off too easy last time. Until I return from my meeting, you are going back to the...playroom. And if you think last time was horrifying.." The shadow laughed darkly, watching as the horror spread across Valentino's face. "Just wait, motherfucker. Just wait." And with the both Valentino and the shadow disappeared, with the shadow prince's laughter echoing through the club.

"Fuck, that was kind of hot." Angel sighed, thinking of his fiance. "Good job, kid." Husk smiled, patting Angel on the back as they finally walked back to Cherri. "Uh, Niffty, what's the fluff for?" Husk asked. "For my collection, hehehe." She chuckled.

"Did you just call these cunts your friends? Thought that was my job." She chuckled, looking proud of Angel. "There's room for everyone, and ya know, you could come crash with us too." Angel smiled. 

"Okay, look Angie, I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for ya. But you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay?" Cherri chuckled, starting to walk away before turning back to him with a soft smile, "But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?"

She walked away, just as Pentious approached, panting heavily. "Is Cherri still here?" 

Angel and Husk both pointed at Cherri as she walked hand in hand with a random demon into a sex room. "Dammit!" He exclaimed. 

*Back in the Heaven courtroom*

"See! He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!" Charlie exclaimed proudly. 

"Uhh, well, uh...then, then why isn't he here then? Hm?" Ace demanded. "Yeah, why isn't he here?" Emily asked Sera who looked away. 

The court room started muttering uneasily. "Wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?" (Y/N) spoke up, glaring as Sera spoke up. 

"This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgement. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe." Sera said firmly, as Emily looked at Adam;s list, confusion on her face. 

Charlie stared in horror as Vaggie was revealed to be an exorcist angel, while (Y/N) watched the teal angel known as Ash carefully. He'd heard that singing voice from somewhere, but where...?

"I'm sorry, but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed." Sera spoke firmly.

"Oh, fuck yes! I win. Suck it bitches!" 

Vaggie and Charlie backed up, as (Y/N) stood in front of them, sword in his hand, ready to defend, as the angels approached.

"You better save the date, cunts." Adam smirked as Lute and Ash appeared over him, giving him an even more sinister look. Ash took his mask and hood off to reveal.....

"Archer?" 

(Y/N)'s voice cracked, seeing his ex alive and grinning evilly at him. "Uh, the name is Ash. And we're coming to your hotel, first!" 

With a snap of his fingers, Adam opened a portal that started to suck the three into it. "What? No,no, you can't--" "Oh, you mother--" Vaggie and Charlie both protested as they were sucked in. (Y/N) remained silent as he held eye contact with Arc--Ash who grinned darkly and flicked him off, before the portal closed in the prince's face. "Charlie! Don't give up on this! I'll figure something out, I promise!" Emily called.

"That was uncalled for, Adam." Sera scolded. 

"Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces? It was... Ahem. Sorry." He cleared his throat before flying over to Lute and Ash, who had a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, what gives, asshat?" He asked the teal angel. 

"The prince. He called me Archer...and I never notice 'til now, but he looks awfully familiar." Ash hummed, missing the looks the other two exorcists shared. 

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Probably some demon shit." Adam shrugged, flying off, Lute following. "Yeah, you're probably right." shrugged the fox angel before flying off as well. 

"Extermination, of human souls. Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this." Emily snapped. 

"They were uprising, Emily." Sera said, eyes glowing slightly in tune with her feelings, "It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs, and it's your position to keep them happy and joyful. "

"How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?" Whimpered Emily.

"Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us and we can't doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect. Please, if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: fallen. I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?" She pressed a kiss to Emily's head, "I'm sorry." 

*Back in Hell*

(Y/N), Vaggie and Charlie collapsed on the hotel's floor, startling the rest of the hotel members from where they were lounging on the couches waiting for their return. 

"Sooo, how'd it go?" Angel asked, going over to hug (Y/N) when he noticed the haunted look in his eyes. "Sweetcheeks?" He asked, kneeling in front of his lover, grunting softly when (Y/N) hugged him tightly, hyperventilating and sobbing. Angel's arms wrapped around him and he stood up, holding him close. 

Without sparing a look to anyone, Angel quickly ran to their shared room and slammed the door, leaning against it, as he rocked (Y/N) back and forth, waiting for him to stop crying. 

Eventually, the harsh sobs quited down to an occasional sniffle, but he continued to cling to Angel.

"Bambino, let's take a quick shower, get in our pjs, and then we can cuddle in bed. We don't have to talk--" 

"No." replied the prince, voice heavy with emotion. 

"Okay, what do you need from me?" 

"Fuck me." 

Angel's eyes widen as he looked down at (Y/N) who refused to look at him. "What?" 

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I don't want to remember anyone's love but yours. Please. We can shower and stuff after, but please...help me forget." He pleaded, wrapping his tail around the spider's waist. 

"Bambino, I won't fuck you." 

The prince started to protest when Angel ran a hand through his hair, "But I will make love to you. I love you too much to hurt you."  "I love you too. I love you so much." (Y/N) whimpered before being pulled into loving arms.

[starzzmissthesun]

The OC long post is here!!!!

Ok, to start this off, their story isn't completely worked out yet, but all of the important stuff is! Also, big thanks to @rowses and @thebearsthings for brainstorming with me!=DDD Also, they are the BIGGEST unreliable narrator, seeing as they barely remember their past, and have some perception vs reality issues. Im referring to my character as The Vampire(though they are not the only one) and the one who turned them and was their partner Their Lover. This is cause we dont know their names!! Also im referring to them both in gender neutral terms because The Vampire doesnt know much about Their Lover(nothing at all really) and they don't know that about themself(which ill get into later)

This will have talk of graphic violence and cuts/blood, and the vampirism is sort of a metaphor for sexual assault.

First and foremost, they are a vampire who travels as a bounty hunter. They get paid for killing the person, and that's how they feed. They are from the south, no particular time period, just before a time of internet. In being turned, they lost and forgot their entire identity, their name, gender, memories, and their lover, The reasons why will all be explained throughout. Bottom line, they're a mystery to themself.

Lets talk about the before, and how they got turned. For the years before, they were living in this beautiful Victorian home with their lover, that their lover "inherited" from distant relatives. In their mind, this relationship was perfect; soft touches, watching the sunset, kisses before a goodbye. (It was not, as a friend said "toxic yaoi (gender neutral)") Then, a kiss on the neck turned to teeth sunk deep. They started to feel drowsy, dizzy. (ill make a post about how i think vampires work if you want) They collapse to the floor as blood starts running down and their lover has betrayed them, after all this time. They almost jump to see if their lover is okay when they cut deep into their own wrist, but stops when the blood from that wrist is drained into their own mouth. They wake up in the dark, everything's too loud. They are covered in blood and alone. Alone in their own mind, too. As they walk around trying to figure out anything, they pick up notepads with dates written down and shorthand notes, little trinkets scattered around the house, a picture of them and their lover (?) but their faces are turned away. They run to find the closest mirror, but nobodies in it, nothings there. When they decide to leave the house, they stop in the pool of blood to see a ring sitting in the middle, the same on their lovers hand in the picture.

This is the only finished art I have of them rn->

This is right after they were bit, that's their lover in the mirror (not really there obviously). They wake up with bleached hair, but as time goes on they try to go to their natural colour in hopes of being themselves, but really get further always from their starting point. They do this with a lot of the "clues" they were given, they just take them so wrong and end up even more unhappy. They can't even look in a mirror to see them self, or get close enough to ask someone.

They figure out how being a vampire works, need to eat so they bounty hunt for money for places to stay in, the cowboy gettup of the south allows them to cover their skin in the harsh sun. They never stop moving, they just keep going and going. They usually take cases that might lead them to their lover. They just want to know. They need to know why they would turn them into this, why they would throw away their lives together, why they would leave, what were they like, what The Vampire was like. They can not and will never be able to know more about themself because they will always be looking outwardly and in the past. They mourn their old self and idolize them, want to be them. Their loss of self will never be gained back, for they will never think "but what do i wanna be called, what gender do i feel like, what hair do i want to have?" because they are too busy looking for clues of what they used to be, what theyre "supposed" to be. They look at themself from before as a cookie cutter they must fit into.

They will never be able to have a happy ending for this reason, they are a tragedy. They look for their lost lover in others, every relationship they get into ends on strange terms and each is wildly different. They are somewhere else, always kind of absent for these people. They try so hard to be normal, to find these relationships, but there's always an ever present "What if?" What if my lover liked this? What if I wore my hair like that? What if they also drank their coffee this way? What if x kind of person was my type? What if I dressed this way? They will always be dissatisfied, because in their story (not the aus ill probably make for character exploration:\) they never find their lover, they never find out what they used to be like, or any of their history outside of nightmares and deja vu.

They travel the land, hoping motel to motel, kill to kill, lover to lover, NEVER in relief, always under tension. They feel their past self hovering behind them guarding, watching, judging. The only thing pushing them forward is the hope that theyll one day find Their Lover. When times get tough, they look to that same ring that left a permanent bruise on them, being twirled between their fingers.

Gonna definitely add to this later, and PLEASE ask questions or comments or anything, they drive me up the walls!!!!!!!

[telekineticseance]

REUNION

kinktober day twenty-four: cross dressing

pairing: matt stone x f!reader

summary: you go to a little high school reunion where you see an old high school crush

genre: smut

word count: 1701

cw: unprotected sex, p in v, cowgirl position (woohoo!)

author's note: i know it's november but here we are! also this is based off the thing i read where matt and trey used to go to parties in women's clothing soooooo

You dreaded the idea of actually attending a party with people from high school but your friend insisted. It was like an unofficial reunion of sorts and everyone that graduated in your year would be there, well mostly everyone because obviously there’d be some that wouldn’t show.

You looked at the house in front of you, debating on just turning around and going home for the last 5 minutes as you watched people go in and out, almost like it was a cliched high school party which took you by surprise since you figured people would’ve matured a little since high school.

One last look at the house, you finally dragged yourself out the car and up the steps before walking in. You looked around at the large crowd trying to find your friends but realized it was almost hopeless with the crowd. Knew you should’ve carpooled.

You took a deep breath before starting to walk around, keeping an eye out for your friends.

“Shit I’m so sorry,” A tall figure spoke as you felt the cold liquid of a drink spill on you. You let out a gasp looking up at the figure before realizing who it was. Matt Stone. You had a crush on him throughout high school but never actually spoke to him other than the occasional help with math work he’d offer you. And did he look even better now than he did before.

“Oh no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” You shrugged at him, looking down at the liquid you couldn’t really see on the dress. “Besides you can’t see it.”

He let out a small sigh of relief while looking down at you, “It’s Y/N? Right?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “Um yeah that’s me. And you’re Matt.”

He chuckled slightly looking down, “I am Matt. I think we had a couple math classes together?” You gave him a nod in response, noticing his outfit as you looked him up and down. He wore a crop top with low waisted jeans, and had waist chains. Normal girl fashion of the time which made you raise an eyebrow before he started chuckling once he noticed you were looking.

“Oh it’s something me and my friend do in LA. We like to dress more feminine to make people upset. Decided to try it here as well.” He pointed in a direction to reveal a guy in similar height who had bleached hair and his own feminine ensemble on.

You gave a nod, you kind of liked the look on him. You looked at the way his waist curved and the happy trail that ran down the lower abdomen before being concealed by the pants that rested just below his hips. He looked good. Really good.

Matt noticed you were looking and cleared his throat which brought your attention back to his gaze as you blushed lightly and nervously laughed, “Sorry. Just don’t usually see that. Not that it’s a bad thing of course. You really pull it off.”

He grinned back at you, almost forming into a smirk as his eyes scanned your own body. He let his eyes return to your eyes before speaking again, “So…are you seeing anyone?”

The question caused your eyes to widen slightly, was he seriously hitting on you? No it was just a question right? You shook your head in response, “Uh no not right now. Are you?”

He chuckled lightly, “No I’m not. City girls are..different. Hard to find the right one I suppose.” He continued to let his eyes roam you as he spoke, sending chills throughout your spine.

You gave a nod, feeling nervous around him which was nothing really new. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?” His voice rang through the crowd, which was almost like you had forgotten about the room of people surrounding you. 

“Yeah that sounds great,” He started walking through the house as you followed before he whispered something to his friend who glanced at you before nodding. You followed Matt up the stairs and walked throughout the hallway, opening random doors and seeing people from high school already try hooking up with one another before the two of you finally reached an empty room.

You laughed lightly when you reached the room, “I’m shocked people are treating this party like we’re in school all over again.” You turned your gaze back to him, “So how’s Hollywood been treating Matt Stone?”

Your eyes scanned him another time as he chuckled from your question, giving you a shrug, “Good? I guess. Finally moved out of the shitty studio I lived in with Trey. Still can’t afford our own place but now we have two bedrooms. I think we’re doing another movie though. Big Hollywood one, you should check it out when it comes out.”

“I might. Tell people that I know that guy on the screen.” You giggled lightly as you moved over to the bed in the middle of the room, sitting on it as you looked over at him, “Do you know what the movie’s about?”

He shrugged, “Horse? Like that basketball game? I mean that’s pretty much what it’s about anyways.”

You gave a small nod in response, listening to him as he explained the plot of the movie. He also told you what it was like making a show for tv and how different LA was compared to living in Colorado. He sat down next to you as the two of you talked, catching up on the years even though the two of you hardly talked in school.

He grinned down at you as the two of you exchanged glances before you looked down at his attire once more, “So why the outfit? I know you said why but why?”

He chuckled, “It kind of just started as a joke I guess? We would wear clothes as if we’re cross dressing just to see if it would piss people off. It does, obviously for some reason. Normally we pull out wigs and stuff but we toned it down because we’re just here.”

You nodded while looking at him, while he was right, most people would be offended by something like this, he made it work. And it really made you more attracted to him than before, if that were even possible. You looked up to his eyes and noticed they were lingering on your thighs, your dress had slipped up revealing more of your legs than it was originally.

You bit your bottom lip, scooting closer to him as you looked up at him, letting his eyes catch yours. “You know, if I’m being honest I had a huge crush on you in high school.”

He gave you a small smile, moving closer to you, “Really?” You nodded in response as he moved his hand up, moving a strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you.

“Do you still…feel that way?”

You gave him a small nod, feeling the air around you two grow thick as he leaned closer, his breath against your lips, “Would you be okay with me kissing you?”

You didn’t give him a response, instead you just put your lips to his, feeling his hand move to the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer, the two of you intertwined your tongues with one another as you kissed.

He leaned back against the bed as you climbed onto his lap, allowing the tension between you two to heat up. His hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, lifting it above your ass as his hand gripped your hips.

Your hands moved down his stomach, the cold metal of the chain grazing against your finger tips before you reached the waistline of his jeans, unbuttoning them before tugging at them, watching as his cock hit his bare stomach.

“No underwear?”

He gave you a shrug, while looking down at you. You wrapped your hand around his length, running your hand along it. He bit his bottom lip as you moved your hand, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. His hand moved to your underwear, applying pressure to your already throbbing clit as he started rubbing you through your panties causing you to gasp under his touch.

You lifted yourself off, shifting yourself on the bed as you pulled off your panties before hovering yourself over Matt. His eyes watched you closely as you lowered yourself down on him, watching as he leaned his head back against the pillows beneath him, closing his eyes. His lips parted as gasps escaped as you started bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest.

Moans escaped from the two of you as you continued rocking your hips, clutching the pink fabric of his shirt. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, watching his length enter you as he thrusted his hips up, sending chills throughout your body.

“M’fuck,” Matt groaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you moved, throwing your head back. His hands moved under your hiked up dress, massaging your breasts as you felt the heat start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I’m so close,” You squeaked out as your grip tightened, practically ripping the clothes from his torso.

You let out a few more breathy gasps before the pressure built up, feeling his grip on your breasts increase as you let out a moan, reaching your orgasm as you flexed your walls around his cock while you did so.

His eyes watched as you cum, a groan coming from his mouth as he did before you pulled off him, stroking your hand along his length once more. He bucked against your hand as you watched the cum spill from the tip, his moans getting more feminine as he came into your hand, his breathing heavy.

You almost fell next to him as you laid on the bed, catching your breath from the two of you. His eyes looked over to you before he gave you a small grin, “I’ll be in town for the rest of the week if you’re free.”

[parkquimin]

Giving Hobie a makeover HCs

In which Hobie notices that you've been giving everyone a makeover but him.

You've always been into giving your friends makeovers due to your caring nature. Your friends would often reach out to you asking you to touch up their roots, paint their nails, have a spa day, etc.

You were always willing to help, given that your friends offered you fair compensation in the form of free food.

Hobie noticed that you had been stocking up on more beauty supplies than usual, and true to his curious nature, he asks you about it. It's a sunny afternoon, and Hobie is sitting at your kitchen table while you unload your latest beauty supply haul.

"Love, why do you need 3 bottles of bleach, and like 15 face masks? Have you got some sick project you've been 'iding from me"?

"Oh that? I'm bleaching a few of my friends' hair soon and then we're gonna have a little spa day after", you say turning to him. Hobie nodded and tsked. He thought about all of the times you would stock up on things like that and realized just how often you did this. This thought process led to him wondering why you never asked him to participate in your spa days. Deciding it's better to ask, rather than stewing in his thoughts, he reaches out.

"Why don't we ever get to do spa days? Somethin' wrong with how I do it"? he nudged you playfully.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his question. "Well, I guess you never asked and I just kind of thought you wouldn't be into that kind of stuff..." you trail off realizing your mistake. Hobie raises his brow.

"Love. I'm into all kinds of things, I'm into wha'ever you're into. You got that?" You smile at that. You walk over to him and place a kiss on his cheek.

"Well then. How about we plan a spa day for the both of us next time you have a day off? Does that sound good to you?" Hobie grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.

"It's a date" he says as he kisses your lips.

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Today is the day. You and Hobie are going to have your spa day and it's going to be perfect. You and Hobie decided that it would be best to do the spa day at your place seeing as you already had all of your stuff there and there was no reason to lug it all the way to his place. You excitedly laid everything you needed out on the dining table. Hobie was due to return from the Spider Society HQ any time soon. As you place the last few things on the table, you hear the sound of the door unlocking. You spun around just in time to see Hobie waltz through the door, swinging your spare key around his finger. You jump into his arms and he laughs swinging you around.

"'ello love. What've you got planned for us today?" Hobie hums as he gently lets you down. You squeal in excitement as you take his hand and drag him into your kitchen.

"You're going to LOVE this!" you tell him as you proceed to show him an array of nail polish, face masks, hair products, and gadgets he had never even heard of. "So what do you wanna start with", you say turning to him. He looks to the ceiling deep in thought.

"I think we start with the hair, and we can work our way down. What d'you think?" You nod and usher him to the bathroom. Once you two have taken turns washing each other's hair, and taken proper care of it after, you move on to skincare. You sit Hobie down on the toilet seat and pull out five different sheet masks. "Pick your poison" ,you smile down at him. He stares for a moment and finally decides on one with purple packaging. You nod and rip open the packaging. Hobie watches intently as you unfold the mask, and gently lay it on his face. He shivers at the coolness, but revels in your touch.

"Let me know if it starts to feel uncomfortable, okay", you say sternly. Hobie salutes you, and you turn back to the sink and lay yours on before setting a timer. Hobie makes a face when he sees how long you set it for.

"So we're jus' supposed to sit 'ere for 20 whole minutes"? You playfully roll your eyes.

"No, we don't have time to sit around we're moving on to nails!", you squeal excitedly. You waltz out of the bathroom to the living room and Hobie follows watching you intently. You set your nail polish collection on the coffee table along with a few other tools and bottles. Hobie flops down onto the couch and picks up the first tool he sees.

"What's this for?", he shows you the tool as soon as you look up at him.

"That's a cuticle pusher", you tell him while demonstrating how it works. He nods and continues surveying the rest of the items you put out. Once you're finished you grab your polish collection and set it in front of him "So how do you wanna do this? Do you wanna pick a color, no color, clear polish, etc.?" He contemplates for a minute and then replies with a simple "surprise me". You nod and motion for him to put his hands out. As you're filing and prepping his nails for the polish, you can't help but admire how his hands feel in yours and how nice they look. Hobie catches onto this and smirks at you.

"See somethin' you like"? You blush and start rifling through your nail polish searching for the perfect color. You settle on one and show it to him to make sure he likes it. He gives you a thumbs up and you begin painting his nails. After you get two coats on, you move on to the top coat. Just as you finish painting his pinkie finger, the timer on your phone goes off. You shut it off and announce that it's time to head back to the bathroom. He stands and you warn him not to touch anything with his nails. "Well then how am I gonna get this thing off my face"? he turns back to you. You stand and grab his shoulders.

"I'll take it off of you silly" you grin sweetly at him and he all but melts at the sight. You gently peel off his mask and rub the product into his skin. You give him a kiss on the nose and he returns it enthusiastically.

This turns into a biweekly occurrence, because Hobie finds that he likes to be pampered by you and vice versa.

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AFTER WEEKS OF WRITERS BLOCK ITS DONE SLAYYYYYYY

maybe ill do a part 2 where Hobie gives reader a makeover

[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions - jjk | twelve

You take a second to breathe. Let your cheeks plumpen as air exhales from your lips. "Alright. Let's try it. The bird that fell today, let's try it, and see how it goes? If it's too weird"— "We can back out," he nods. "No harm, no foul." "You got anywhere to be? Wanna wait with me while I finish up and then..." The beat of your heart is so rapid that you think you might have a heart attack—but as Jungkook makes his way up the stairs, it seems to settle. This is fine. "And then?" "Then we'll do the damn bird."

Bad Decision #12 - An Agreement

warnings: THE BALL IS ROLLING! solo masturbation that is, on a technicality, mutual masturbation (soulmate behaviour!). plot is also plotting! artist!tae is doing thingggssss. jk is getting bold! and sexy!

soundtrack: fuxxin' love (2019) - OoOo

wc: 7.4k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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There's a lingering silence as Jungkook sits across from you on his bed. 

You're both crossed-legged, looking at the unfolded bird between you. His back is perfectly straight, posture pristine as always, but yours is a little more slumped. In all honesty, you just want to stop looking at the words written down on the paper, but it's like watching a car crash in slow motion. You can't look away.

His curtains are drawn shut. It's a change to his normal set-up - but the sun has already risen. If either of you stand any chance of sleeping, they need to be closed. The lamp on his bedside table currently illuminates you both, a warm glow only adding to the intoxicated haze you're still looking at the world through.

"Okay, so I think our birds are quite different," Jungkook finally says. His voice is contemplative, but then he laughs. The lamplight catches in his eyes. He's serene. "Byeol, what the fuck?"

You groan and flop down onto his bed, nose nestling into his ever-freshly laundered sheets. "I didn't know we'd ever be reading them!"

Since the first bird fell, you've known that agreeing to share them was a mistake, but you had also forgotten just how many of your birds had been plagued by your desire for a sex life that didn't feel so tragic these days. 

Jungkook leans a little forward, outstretching his arm to ruffle at your freshly bleached hair. He still hasn't mentioned it, and you find it odd. Had expected at least a remark regarding the fact it had changed, but instead he's simply acting as if that's how it's always been.

Anyone who does mention it has their compliments dismissed, with you insisting on pointing out just how patchy it is, so at least it saves making even more self-deprecating comments.

"I think we should veto it," you mumble into his duvet.

Frankly, Jungkook is amused by it all.  He's also still got some of those tequila slammers in his bloodstream, which makes him throw caution to the wind a little more than usual. "Your choice, Byeol."

You huff, forcing yourself back up to face him. The origami paper stares at you. Is screaming. 

It's partially your fault for choosing to write your birds in full capital letters. Jungkook had written his like a normal human being, and they feel far less confrontational. 

"It's an interesting one," he notes, before reading it out loud: "Mutual masturbation. The four exclamation points really add a certain... je ne sais quoi."

"Oh my god, shut up," you whine. "I was just thinking of the most intimate things you could do with a person, yanno?"

"And you chose mutual masturbation?" Jungkook holds back a laugh. Doesn't hold it very well. Splutters one out regardless.

"Well, yeah?" You furrow your brows together, confused by the fact he doesn't deem it to be the height of intimacy. You think it's potentially the most vulnerable you can be with another person. "Getting off is so... personal. Doing exactly what you like... I don't think anyone's ever seen me... yanno?"

"No, I don't know," Jungkook taunts, a cocky smirk gracing his pretty lips. You decide that alcohol is the worst thing to have ever happened to him. "No one has ever seen you what, Byeol?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't," he shrugs. "I don't know how you touch yourself."

You bury your head back into his duvet. "Oh my god, shut the fuck up. This one - this bird - is vetoed. We're not doing it. You never saw it."

Your ears are as pink as your cheeks, embarrassment taking hold of your features. It's really not like you to be bothered about such things, but the fact that Jungkook's birds are all so.... innocent has you feeling a little mortified.

"Since when have you been such a prude, Byeol?!"

"I'm not! You're just... you." The way you say it - with such disgust - is exactly why he's winding you up. He doesn't expect the bird to be carried out. It's just funny to watch you squirm. "I'm not discussing my vagina with you."

"Is that not what friends are for?"

"No."

"Bet you'd discuss it with Danbi."

"Yeah, because I can trust her not to get a boner," you huff, sitting back up to face him. He's got the stupidest grin on his face, and even though you're trying to seem annoyed, he can tell that you're fighting one too. It's in the way your lips are twitching ever so slightly, brows easing from their furrowed state.

"I'm very capable of not getting a boner," he protests, but you don't care.  Just tell him to go to bed. You've got shit to do in the morning after you've slept the alcohol off. A job to get to in the afternoon. Can't be up all night.

He laughs to himself for a little while in the sanctuary of his pillow swamp. You tell him to shut up, and throw one of his pillows at him. Jungkook just simply tosses it back up to you. Tells you goodnight and settles into a comfortable position. 

'Because I can trust her not to get a boner'.

Now that he's thinking about it, he's a little offended. He quite literally showered with you earlier and showed not even a hint of getting a hard-on. 

Then again, he wasn't actually facing you. Had refused to let himself think of what you'd look like half-naked under a stream of running water. Had focused his mind entirely on the grout between the tiles, considering whether or not it would look better grey instead of white.

Truth be told, he probably wouldn't have gotten hard anyways. Was too nervous. Scared of doing or saying the wrong thing. Scared that you'd reject his offer. It's not like he was getting anything out of it - it really had been to help ease you into the idea of sharing a shower not being absolutely terrifying to you - but rejection is never nice in any capacity. 

You shuffle beneath his sheets and sigh in such a way that he's almost positive you're asleep. Strange enigma of a woman, he thinks as he smiles to himself. You're so mild-mannered and peaceful in one moment, then causing chaos in the next.

He's glad to have you around. Glad that Jimin was a little crap in bed. Glad that you didn't want to hang out with Jimin all the time instead of him. Glad. Just glad.

But then his mind starts to wonder. Starts thinking about what could have happened if he had gotten a boner. Would you really be that repulsed?

He shakes his head. Tries to rid himself of the thought. It's completely inappropriate. The time spent together beneath the cascading water of his shower had been such a vulnerable moment for you. He's thinking about it as his cock is getting hard. It's so wrong. He feels like a shitty friend. 

Palming at his crotch, Jungkook tries to stop the chain reaction that is happening. It's fruitless though.  The contact only makes it worse.

Jungkook says nothing as he gets to his feet and excuses himself from his room. He can't think straight. Decides the alcohol is at fault - but as he looks in his bathroom mirror, he can't help but curse.

There's no denying how hard he is. Not even a little firm. He's solid.

"Fuck," he groans, resting his palms on the counter, hanging his head between his shoulders. He shakes it. Knows that his current predicament is just circumstantial.

It's not that he actively thinks about you in that capacity, but the conversation you'd been engaged in has his mind wondering. Has him thinking about what the realities of the vetoed bird could look like. The way you'd close your eyes. The way you'd moan. The movements of your body; the squirm of your hips. The scent. The taste.

One of his hands drops from the counter. Palms at his crotch. Dips into the waistband of his boxers. "Shit."

He can't picture anything. Not really. He's never seen you in that capacity, so it's a little hard to imagine it - but he can seem to imagine the sensation seeing it would make him feel. How he'd get a little breathless. How he'd watch you as you watched him. He thinks about your eyes. Thinks about your glitter. Thinks about how it would shine with every movement of your body.

He untucks from his boxers, and strokes gently. Once, twice. "Fuck." Three times. A fourth.

There's a tightening in his chest, as if his logical mind is trying to make him stop. He pulls at his cock, bringing himself closer and closer to release. Once he cums, it will be fine. Just pent-up frustration. He wouldn't even be thinking about you like this if he wasn't clearly horny. He probably could have gotten laid tonight had he not drawn himself away from the girl in the club. 

That's it, he decides. That's what this is. Just a misplaced need for release.

It's a shame he doesn't know how restless you are beneath his sheets. How your hand crept down your body the moment he left the room; mind plagued with the idea of getting off with him. How you toy with your exposed pussy, wearing only his shirt.

You know you shouldn't. You're in Jungkook's bed. He has to sleep in here. His sheets smell like him. 

Yet as you tell yourself no, it's the reasons why you should stop that seem to spur you on more. It does smell like Jungkook. Smells like safety. If that isn't the best environment to get yourself off in, then what is?

You think about his back, and then you think about his arms wrapped around you and—"fuck"— it's not even the idea of him that's getting you wet; it's the idea of safety. Yes, it was his arms, but it's not the fact they're his which have you feeling this way; it's the fact you know they wouldn't drop you. And even if they did? You'd not be falling from some great height.

Realigning your mind, you let your mind wander to where it usually does in the early hours of the morning; Seokjin's kitchen, and the time he took you from behind when you'd been making dinner. 

It's your failsafe. Always gets you off remembering it. You think of his hands - strong, wide - and how they'd gripped at your waist. You think of his lips - soft, plump - against your throat. You're thinking of the view across the city from his apartment. Thinking about the way he'd turned you round; carried you to it. 

His apartment had been in a high-rise in the heart of the city. Not too far from Jungkook's, actually. The windows spanned the entire wall, and you'd always been envious of the fact he got to wake up to it on the daily. 

He'd put you down; turned you back around to face it. Had stripped you of your clothes. Pressed you against the window. Fucked his cock into you with such aggression that it almost seemed as if he wanted the glass to break. Fucked you so well that when you came, it felt like you were freefalling, even with the glass intact.

It's thinking about that orgasm that always gets your pussy clenching around your toys at home - but you're without them, and your hands just aren't doing the trick. Your brain jumps from thought to thought. Lands on the reason why you don't have your toys: you're at Jungkook's place. And then, because it's just as annoying as you are,  your head is just ribbiting his name at you. 

"Go away," you whine, but continue to play with your clit regardless. You're so close. "Just let me finish."

And it's funny, 'cause Jungkook's in his bathroom looking at the mess in the sink with a face of pure disgust. It's not the fact he got himself off that bothers him. Not the fact he whined a little too loud when he did so. Nothing like that at all.

It's that he'd been trying to think about the kiss he'd had that evening—the smell of her perfume, the softness of her lips—wanting it to be in his head when he came. He grew closer, and closer, and then—"oh, fuck"—why are you there? Why is he thinking about your gaze from the bar? And why is it that his brain always locks into one singular thought whenever he cums?

He just really hopes you didn't hear him curse out your name as he did so.

But you didn't. Were too busy having your own dilemma—one of which you're only just coming back down from when Jungkook re-enters the room. You wonder if he'll know. Wonder if he'll be able to smell your arousal. Wonder if he'll even figure out that's what the scent is.

Neither of you greets the other. He just gets back into his little pile of pillows. It's kind of funny. If weren't so paranoid about him knowing, you'd make a joke of it. Doesn't feel very funny, now.

Silence consumes the room. You don't even know if he knows you're awake. It's so awkward you quite literally wanted to shrivel up and die.

Okay, so you're being dramatic, but it really does feel that catastrophic to you. As if irrevocable damage has been done. As if you've ruined the friendship all by yourself - but then it has you thinking. He'd been gone for just the right amount of time for you to draw a release from yourself. It wasn't long, but it wasn't entirely speedy, either.

Jungkook shuffles. Lies on his back. Hands linked over his stomach.

"Kook..." Your voice whispers into the darkness.

"Mhmm?"

He sounds sleepy. Sounds well spent. You know you'll regret it, but you just kind of have to know.

"Did you... just..."

He pauses. Takes a deep breath. Finishes your sentence for you. "Get myself off?"

"Mhmm."

There's silence. It lasts no longer than a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime to you.

"You want me to lie?" He asks, clearly wanting to avoid the truth.

"Depends on what the lie would be."

Silence resumes. Is broken with a sigh.

"No," he says - and then he clarifies. "'No' would be the lie."

You nod, understanding exactly what he means, crown of your head patting against his pillow.

And yet still, you push. You want a clear answer.

"In that case," you say a little shakily. "I'd like the truth."

"Okay," he replies, voice much stronger than yours. " Ask me again. Full-sentence. None of that trailing-off bullshit you do. If you want a direct answer, give me a direct question."

And so you do.

"Did you just get yourself off?"

"Yes."

Fuck.

"Me too."

He laughs. Feels a weight ease. Can't fight the smile that's beaming even in a dark room. What a fucking relief. "Did we just... do your bird?"

And then you're laughing too at how fucking ridiculous the situation is. "In a way."

A peaceful quietness settles over the pair of you. Calmness. Contentedness. You're on a level playing field.

"Hey Kook," you say after a moment.

"What now?" He moans, but you know he's smiling.

"What were you thinking about?"

And then rather suddenly he decides, "That's enough of this conversation. Night, Byeol."

"Oh my god, no," you protest, sitting up in his bed to look in his direction. The low-light level obscures him, but it doesn't matter. "What were you thinking about?"

"Byeol," he scolds. 

Although, in a way, it's kind of the answer.

"Jungkook," you scold right back.

"Wasn't thinking about anything. Go to sleep."

His denial is a silent scream. You think you know. Think it's fucking hilarious.

"Were you thinking about me?"

"No," he lies. "It'd make me go soft—hey!" Jungkook laughs as one of the pillows from his bed smacks against his face. "Well, were you thinking about me?" He banters back.

You laugh. "You forget I've fucked your housemate."

"OUCH."

You smile, all rather pleased with yourself, knowing it will play on his mind. Good. Serve him right for being a petulant little shit. "Night, Kook."

"Have nightmares," he says, and you just continue grinning as you snuggle up in his sheets.

"Already living one."

You don't discuss the night before when you're getting ready to leave a few hours later. You've work in the afternoon, and really want a proper shower at your own place before you rock up with blue poster paint still down your neck.

Jungkook feigns a hangover worse than it actually is. Says shit like, "I barely remember it," just so that you won't ask questions about why exactly he felt the need to excuse himself to the bathroom. 

He's not even really entirely sure why he did it. Obviously, he knows it's because he got himself too excited, just not why he got so excited. Just knows that he needs to figure out what's going on himself before he can breach the topic of conversation with you again.

You tell him you had a good night, and he says the same. It was nice for him to be out with you for once, instead of being an outsider looking in.

When you arrive at work that afternoon, Hoseok is tapping at his wrist. "What time do you call this?"

You roll your eyes, but your smile is warm. "Time you got a watch. How many painters we got in?"

"Full house," he says. "Only a few more prebooks for the rest of the day, though. No one booked in after eight, at least."

You ask him about his day, and let him babble on as you set about cleaning up the palettes he left for you to clear. He's been in work since midday, so has had to work through the heavy flow of customers coming in and out. Still wet, the chalky alkaline scent of the paint takes you back to the night before.

Has you thinking about Jungkook; his toned back, and the rivulet of green-tainted water you'd watched run down it. Funny, how he'd been hues of blue—cerulean strands of hair, emerald caught under the ridge of his jaw—whereas you'd been a peachy daydream, pinks on your skin to match your lips.

The palettes turn the sink water a murky brown. Looks a little like dirt. You wonder if that's what the hues of you and Jungkook would make together. Decide it's a good job you'll never find out.

But daisies push through dirt, you consider. There could be growth there. 

You let the water drain out, and rinse the boards off a final time, before you get to work on the brushes. Hosoek is greeting customers—"I love it. That shade of blue? Perfect. Come again soon!"—leaving you to your own devices, until a deep voice pulls your attention from the canvases you're organising. 

"I'm actually here to enquire about using the gallery space for a sho- oh. Hey," the owner of the voice says as he spots your eyes on him. 

Talk, dark and handsome, Kim Taehyung looks even better in the daylight. 

Dressed down in a white shirt and a pair of slacks, he's unassuming, but a frame like his commands attention. How Danbi is able to resist, you'll never know. Half think that maybe it would've been better if he'd been the one to have first caught your eye in Dionysus - but you're sure if Jimin was here instead, you'd be marvelling at how you'd landed someone as ethereal as him. The curse of attractive boys.

"Hey," you smile as you wipe your hands on a slightly paint-stained cloth. You whip it over your shoulder, and Taheyung smiles back. He wonders if that was something you did before you met Jungkook, or if he's rubbing off on you. "Watcha doin' here?"

"Bit of a strange request, actually," he prefaces. "I'm looking for gallery space."

"Gallery space?" You question, reaching over for the thick diary kept behind the desk. You keep your eyes on his as he awkwardly begins to explain, pulling the diary pencil from the pages it's currently lodged between.

"Yeah. I'm looking to exhibit some of my work—a few artists' works, actually. All local." He holds up a black folder and taps it. You reach out your hand to receive it, and pass the diary over to Hoseok. "It's all in here. Concepts, artists, pieces. Even pre-written a press release for you."

You flick through the pages of the folder. It's typical of artists who request to use the space to provide you with something like this, but you can really see the care put into it. It's a collection he's curated, with the intent of finally getting his name out there in the art world.

The title page is a singular word: Requited.

"It's a study on the conflicting meanings of the word," Taehyung explains, and you can see what he means instantly. Many of the pieces photographed in the exhibition pre-guide are dark - reds, deep browns. Passionate. "To avenge; to love."

You nod, flicking through the pages, still. It's an impressive collection, and you recognise one of the art styles from an account you follow on Instagram. "Why here?"

Taehyung grits his teeth together in a way that you just know means a lie is coming. "We want our work to be shown in a place that emulates the feeling of creation - we could host workshops during the exhibition period. Runs promotions with you, help"—

"Cut the bullshit," you grin. "C'mon. This is a solid collection. Solid pitch. The folder, at least, your delivery could use a little work-"

"Hey, I'm only acting relaxed 'cause I know what you look like after one too many drinks."

"You want to exhibit here or not?" You tease.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He laughs, holding his hands out, but not reaching over to touch you. "Honestly? The bigger galleries have dismissed us. I think they're holding out for bigger collections, and the smaller galleries are booked up till Christmas."

"You're trying to get in before the end of the year?"

"Ideally, yeah," Taehyung nods, a little apprehensively as Hoseok hands you back the diary. You swap, and he flicks through Taehyung's folder, nodding in appreciation. "End of October, start of November."

"Hoping for holiday sales?" You ask, to which he nods again.

"If we're at the start of the season, hopefully we'll be the one that buyers come back to," he explains. "And I meant what I said about the workshops. Your peak must be the winter months, right? People looking for something to do indoors?"

You nod. You've actively been enjoying the summer lull. Aren't looking forward to the upcoming season - at work, at least. You love autumn in your own time.

"We could host events," Taheyung suggests. "Charge a little more than usual for guided workshops. You could get a nice Christmas bonus."

It's not a bad idea by any stretch of the imagination, and if the boss agrees to it, it could actually make the upcoming busy season a lot more bearable for you if it's more structured. 

"If it were up to me, I'd say yes," you tell him. His eyes light up like embers from a smoking fire, but they simmer quickly. He knows it isn't up to you. "Is it okay if we hold onto your folder? See what the boss says?"

He nods like one of those dog figurines your grandfather used to keep on his windowsills. His enthusiasm is sweet, and you hope that your boss is just as keen as you are.

"How long until you know, do you think?"

"Give us a week, maybe?" You say. "There's space in the diary between events at the start of November. Hopefully if I structure a plan, make it easy for my boss, there'll be no reason to say no."

"You're a legend," he beams.

"Don't speak too soon," you remind him. "Still gotta get approval first."

"I know, I know," he nods. "You guys are the first place that's actually given us a look in, though. When Jungkook suggested here, I kind"—

"He suggested this place?" You smile a little bemused.

"Yeah," Tae confirms. "Didn't say you worked here, though."

"Well," you say with a scrunch of your nose. "I do. Surprise."

The biggest surprise, you think, is that Jungkook remembers.

"I'm glad you do, though. Feels like the collection will be in safe hands."

You know that he's mostly glad because it means the chances of Danbi coming to the exhibition will rise quite significantly, but you're not well-acquainted enough yet to tease him like that, so you just smile.

"I'll let you know, okay? I can give the folder back to Jungkook for him to pass on if I don't see you before the end of next week."

Taehyung doesn't question it, but Hoseok glances over, eyes a little narrow. He knows there's something going on there. Just isn't sure what.

"Legend," Taehyung says again despite your previous protests. "You're the best, Disco Ball."

"Stop calling me that!" You call after him to no avail. 

He just waves back and heads out the door, into the afternoon sun. You tuck the folder beneath the diary and put it into the desk organiser that the boss always checks, before scribbling out a post-it note to explain. 

Their presence in the cafe is so infrequent that you never know when they'll next be in, and you worry that you'll miss it. Sure, you could just leave it in the hands of Hoseok, but you don't entirely trust him to relay all the important information.

He clocks out just after seven, leaving you to deal with the wind-down of the day shift. It's been quiet, only a handful of customers coming in throughout the evening. The last couple in— teenagers on a first date, by the look of things—leave at nine. 

It's perfect timing, as the last entry is also at nine, meaning you don't have to worry about any latecomers staying till eleven. You can close up early, which is always a dream—especially on the shifts after a night out. The sooner you can snuggle into your own bed, the better.

It's not that you don't like Jungkook's bed. His mattress is perfectly firm, and his pillows really are to die for. It's just that nothing compares to home.

The closing routine is more work than you really care for. Restocking, cleaning, making sure everything is operational for an easy opening in the morning. 

Occasionally, you'll work a morning shift and spend the entire time finishing off jobs that staff from the night before neglected to do. It pisses you off. You've been known to leave passive-aggressive post-it notes on occasion. Always signed with a  smiley face and a kiss. Hoseok tells you that one of the other girls is gonna bitch slap you one day. You tell him good—would like to see her try. But what's a shitty job without a little drama?

It's as you're thinking about this potential conflict that your very real source of contention shows up at the door. He's dressed down, wearing a jacket that looks big enough to fit his entire friendship group within it, and a black baseball cap to hide the fact he hasn't styled his hair. 

There's something nice about seeing him like this—you so often get him in the gym, or at work— that it's pleasant to see Jeon Jungkook as a normal person. See him as other people do.

You won't clue him in on this, though.

"Last entry was twenty minutes ago, Jeon."

The grin on his face as he leans against the door frame is something he's unable to hide—and why would he? There's no need to play games. Not here. Not with you. "Ouch, last name basis? What have I done?"

"Nothing," you say and smile back. He really hasn't—you're just trying to create distance. Reinstate boundaries that had been made a little blurry. "What brings you here?"

As he walks into the room—uninvited, may you add—he looks thoughtful, eyes all wide and inquisitive. He's never visited your place of work before. You've seen his workplace what feels like a hundred times over, so it's nice for him to finally have a visual of yours. 

He won't mention that Taehyung talking about your workplace had made him curious.

It's not what he expected. For starters, he imagined there'd be far more mess—though he does notice the cleaning cloth in your hand, and how it's saturated in all shades of acrylic, so perhaps you're just diligent. 

Up two flights of stairs, the cafe occupies the top unit of a commercial building. There's a hairdresser on the floor below and a deli on the floor below that, so the entryway normally either smells like peroxide or pepperoni - no in between. Occasionally it smells like paint, too, but it's a far less intrusive scent. 

The walls are covered in canvases - ones left by customers, prints of famous works, offerings by local artists. Easels are scattered around the room, set up in pairs with small tables for the art supplies between them. Jungkook decides very quickly which spot he likes most - the easels by the window in the far corner. Thinks if he ever took a girl here on a date, that's where he'd like to sit.

Then again, he won't be doing that anytime soon - not unless one of those damn birds tells him to.

You follow his gaze to the window seats and smile. 

It's your favourite spot. S'why there's a cushion on the chair. It's for you. You sit there on your break with a book when it's quiet.

"Nothing," he says, but pulls a piece of carefully folded paper from his back pocket and tosses it down onto the counter. You glance down at it. Another fucking bird. Can see the wings don't line up. Say nothing, but slowly look back up at him. "Well, this has something to do with it. Fell while I was at the gym. Was waiting for me when I got home."

You nod. Run your tongue along your teeth as your lips purse. It's barely been half a day since the last. Hardly fair.

"Have you read it?" You ask, moving behind the counter. You're creating distance all over again. Jungkook notices. Creates his own by retreating to one of the waiting room stools, where he takes a perch.

It's gotta be a big one. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't.

He sits, hands between his legs. Seems a little agitated. Doesn't seem quite himself. "One of yours." 

But then his posture eases. He sighs. Pulls a second bird from his jacket pocket, and holds it up. "One of mine..." he opens it. Bites his bottom lip as a laugh exhales, his eyes skimming over it. With a shake of his head, he reads it aloud: "Suggest an idea you know will get rejected."

He lingers on the final syllable, but then casts his eyes up to yours. The way he stares, so piercing and domineering is an absolute head fuck. He can be so soft and gentle in one moment, then completely unrecognisable in the next. It's what has your voice so quiet as you finally give a reply.

"And have you?"

Wouldn't be here if he had, you think. Stupid question.

He confirms this.

"I'm about to."

And for some reason, it has you smirking. Heartbeat racing. 

That's the thing about Jungkook: he's unpredictable. 

You had heard from Yoongi the night before that he's started acting out of character, though in a way, it's apparently reminiscent of his 'old self'. You can't say definitely because you never knew him before he was broken, but it feels like perhaps he's healing.

"I'm intrigued," you tell him, which doesn't earn the smile you think it will.

In fact, he looks deadly serious as he says, "Promise me something?"

You're tepid as you nod. It's a no-brainer—of course you'll make a promise with him—but you can't help but be fearful of why you'd need to promise anything ahead of time. Does he not trust you?

He looks to his feet, where the toes of his right foot are perched up on the toes of his left. He's in his hightops again following a stint at the laundrette to tumble dry them. Behind the counter, so are you. "You'll hear me out first?"

"Of course I will."

"You and I..." he begins slowly. "Our friendship is good, right?"

You nod. Stupid question. "Right."

"And it's just friendship, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah?" You half-laugh. Still haven't discussed the events of last night yet.

And then almost out of the blue, Jungkook decides to really reinforce the broken boundaries.

"You fucked Jimin."

The way you cringe is borderline insane; face all scrunched up, cheeks flaming red. It was just sex. You don't know why Jungkook mentioning it seems to bother you so much. 

"Thanks for the reminder, yep," you say through gritted teeth. "I did fuck Jimin."

Still, it's not like it's the worst fuck you've ever had. There's just room for improvement. Maybe he'll redeem himself one day.

"And we're both completely emotionally unavailable?"

"Speak for yourself."

"Byeol," he smirks, amused by how often you seem to talk out of your ass. Conversations are never straightforward with you. Not entirely.

"Okay, okay!" You relent with a firm roll of your eyes. "I'm a little emotionally unavailable."

"Thanks for admitting it," he says, choosing not the question the 'a little'. You both know it should be 'completely'. "I have a question. A question before I make my suggestion."

"Go on.." you hesitate. 

"The birds. Are the birds helping?"

"With?"

"Your intimacy issues. Like say you hooked up with a randomer tomorrow, would you be able to think clearly if they suggested a shower?"

It's a good question. One that you really don't know the answer to. 

"Maybe?" you say, voice a little higher than typical. "My heart rate definitely feels a lot lower than it normally does when I consider it."

It's not a lie. Normally your hands would feel a little itchy, but you've barely broken a sweat.  You are, admittedly, thinking about the shower with Jungkook, and how platonic it had been - but maybe that's exactly it. Maybe equating these big moments to nothing scarier than friendship is what helped.

"Okay, that's good," he replies before taking a second to gather his thoughts. "The birds... They're helping me. I never would have gotten that girl's number without them. Without you."

"You're welcome, Cassanova."

"And I'm thankful," he smiles, and you can almost feel his sincerity. "I really am. Been chasing my tail for far too long."

This admission silently delights you. It's rewarding to help someone through their healing process, no matter how large or small. To be included at all is an honour.

"So?" You lean your elbows on the counter. "Your suggestion?"

He sighs. As uncomplicated as he finds your company, he still doesn't find any of this easy. There's a massive mental hurdle for him to overcome.

You get it. You really do. Even though your troubles are different, they still come from the same place. They're matters of the heart, and they're by far the hardest things to untangle yourself from. Seokjin's still got a grasp on your puppet strings, and Jungkook's former fling still has a hold on his, it would seem.

"Hey," you smile. Jungkook thinks you look warm. Homely. "Nothing to be scared of. Just me. Just us."

His brows furrow and ease all within the same second. He knows those words. Knows he used similar ones on you the night before. Perhaps he really should start listening to his own advice, because it's just what he needed to hear.

"I think... I think maybe we should just...," he pauses. Looks to his hands and then back up to you. "Say fuck it?"

You grin, bemused. "Fuck it?"

It's not an instant yes. Jungkook can't blame you for it - but it just reminds him that he has to be specific. He'd grated you about that last night, too. He can't be a hypocrite now.

"Okay, so... The birds, right?" He asks, but he isn't really asking anything. Just forming his words. Still, you nod. Encourage him to go on. "Whenever they fall, we're always like 'oh fuck,' right?"

 Again, you nod. 

"I just... I think the only reason we're hesitant to do your birds is 'cause we think we shouldn't do them. Like we think it will be a recipe for disaster... But... why? It's not like there are any confused feelings or ulterior motives. If I did your birds with you, I wouldn't be doing anything for like... my own gain? Just like you aren't with mine."

You stop yourself from interrupting. He's clearly struggling to form the words, eyes darting to his hands every time he catches your gaze.

"I know, I know," he rambles on. "You shouldn't fuck your friends. Shouldn't shit where you eat. But it's not fucking for the sake of fucking - and like, honestly, I don't actually know if any of your birds include fucking-"

"They do."

"Okay, brilliant, so they do," he laughs. Somehow a weight seems to ease. If anything, that admission should add more pressure. "It doesn't matter. Look all I'm saying is that I'm okay to do your birds, no matter how obscure they get. If that means me getting you used to sharing a shower with someone, so be it. It doesn't have to be sexual, even if the end goal will be used in that capacity."

You understand the sentiment, but there's one undeniable; your birds are all about sex.

"Kook, I wrote some pretty..." You pause. It's your turn to struggle, now. "How do I say this? ...Intimate things on my birds."

"Fear of intimacy," he nods, and then he smirks. "I know. I'm not naive to what that entails. I know I'm a boy, but give me some credit, Byeol."

"Sorry."

The smiles you exchange are delightfully insolent, just like the make-believe fairies you imagine are dancing around you right now, tickling at your skin with miniature wee pinches just to get you giggling. So childish of the pair of you to behave this way in such a serious conversation.

"What I mean is that it's being done with a purpose. It's not just sex for the sake of sex, or whatever it may be," he says. "Like if I'm fucking you, it's not fucking. It'd be like... therapy?"

"I think you'd get fired if you were my therapist," you grin. "It's so weird hearing you talk about sex knowing that you're talking about having sex with me." 

It really is all a bit strange.

"But that's the beauty of it. The stakes are at zero. There's no worry of disappointment, no worry of getting heartbroken, no worry of anything that could go wrong - the birds tell us what to do, we do it," he explains, finally able to get his words out. "And look - I won't lie - I've been out of practice for a while, so it'd probably help with my confidence, too."

You scrunch your nose a little. "That doesn't fill me with hope for your skills."

He rolls his eyes. "It's not about my skill level, Byeol. That's beyond the point. It's about your association with sex and intimacy. If we can separate your association with certain sexual acts from intimacy, then they'll seem a lot less daunting in future relationships. Like, call me crazy, but I really think this could work."

"Okay, so you are crazy... but," you begin. He laughs, knowing that you're never able to resist the role of devil's advocate. "Hypothetically speaking- we get you a date. We get you a girl you're really interested in, but there are still a fuck tonne of birds? Then what?"

"Well, by that point hopefully we'll have worked through enough of our respective issues. I'm not gonna magically become a lothario overnight, am I? It will take time," he emphasises. "By the time I'm ready for that, I'm pretty sure you'll also be ready to explore this shit with someone you actually care about."

It's funny. You do care about him. Wouldn't even be considering this if you didn't.

"I'm not convinced," you say. It's a nice idea, but there's no way your timelines will be linear. Your breakup is far fresher - but you don't realise just how deep his wounds go. Perhaps it will take him just as much time.

He nods. Appreciates your honesty. Rereads his bird. "Suggest an idea you know will be rejected. I didn't come here thinking you'd agree, Byeol, but I also don't think it's a bad idea."

"And if I do agree?"

"There's a bird already waiting," he gestures towards the one on the countertop. It's sitting, untouched by you, in a very sorry state. You really are terrible at origami. 

"Can I... have some time to think?"

His proposition is a big ask. Jungkook knows this. So far, you've been dancing around the notion of a somewhat unconventional friendship, but escalating things will really cement it. There'll likely be no going back.

And so he says, "I have a lot of trust in our friendship, Byeol. I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think we could handle it. I know it's a lot though, and I've already wasted enough of your time tonight, so I'll leave you be, okay?" He gets to his feet, and places his bird down on the counter. It's yours now. He's set it free. "Text me when you get home? Not for like, anything in particular, I don't need an answer now. Just so that I know you're home safe."

"Okay," you nod as he walks to the door. "Bye, Kook."

He glances over his shoulder and presses his lips together, his silver lip ring flipping ever so slightly. "Bye, Byeol."

There's a shift as he leaves. The air feels colder; the light dimmer. You're left with your thought and nothing but a little regret simmering in your stomach. The feeling of safety that comes with Jungkook leaves when he does. You don't like it. Want it back.

"Shit," you curse, tossing your own bird down onto the counter. Running for the door, You call after him. "Hey! Kook, wait!

By the foot of the stairs, Jungkook turns. Take a single step back up. Stops himself from walking the full distance. 

"You gotta promise me one thing," you say, but it's posed more as a question.

He'll promise you whatever you ask - within reason. "What?"

"If we do this, it won't fuck up your friendship with Jimin?"

"Why would—Ohhh," he snorts. "'Cause you fucked him."

"Yes, again, thank you for the reminder. I'm sure the entire building needs to know that."

"Shut up, there's like no one else here."

"It's the principle."

"The Jimin thing is fine," he says. He wouldn't have suggested this if he thought it would impact anything within his existing friendships. He cares about Jimin probably more than he cares for you. It's in slightly different capacities, admittedly, but that doesn't matter. "No offence, but he doesn't sit there lamenting the way you left him that night."

"Yes he does," you challenge, knowing Jungkook is absolutely correct. "Don't lie."

"Will it make you feel better if I pretend he does?"

"Yes."

"Okay, fine, he stares and the door and pines for your return like a lovesick puppy—happy?"

It's funny, 'cause it's probably what Jimin would actually say about Jungkook instead. Always a little mopier after his time spent with you is finished.

"Much happier," you grin. "But I'm serious. I don't wanna cause you issues."

"I'd be causing myself issues," he insists. "It wouldn't be your fault. But no, it'll be fine."

You take a second to breathe. Let your cheeks plumpen as air exhales from your lips. "Alright. Let's try it. The bird that fell today, let's try it, and see how it goes? If it's too weird"—

"We can back out," he nods. "No harm, no foul."

"You got anywhere to be? Wanna wait with me while I finish up and then..."

The beat of your heart is so rapid that you think you might have a heart attack—but as Jungkook makes his way up the stairs, it seems to settle. This is fine.

"And then?"

"Then we'll do the damn bird."

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[𝟖:𝟑𝟐𝐀𝐌] — nonidol!eric sohn x gn!reader

0.7k words, comfort, college au

in which you're sitting on an airplane, sad asf, but the cute guy next to you let's you know that you're not alone

a/n: low-key come back with my first tbz fic :') if i tagged u and u don't wanna be tagged for future tbz fics, feel free to lmk ; and yes, i'm literally sitting at my airport boarding gate writing this

"First time?"

A voice from beside you drew you from your mind space, and away from the airplane window. The sky outside had barely lightened and remained a moldy-gray sort of color that it often was in the early hours of the morning. 

You turned to see who had spoken, and was met with a guy who looked around your age sitting in the aisle seat of your row. He wore a dark colored bomber jacket and a backwards white cap, his bleached blond hair tucked under said cap. There was a small smile seated on his face, yet a kind of sympathetic crinkle in the wrinkle by his eyes. 

You realized that he had been talking to you. "First time on an airplane?" You asked him, uncertain about what exactly he meant by first time. 

He chuckled, his smile widening, and the thought crossed your mind of how pretty people looked when they smiled—namely, him. "No, silly. First time flying back so early for school."

Ah. Your mood dampened just a little and suddenly, it was like gazing back out the window, wondering what you might have been doing had you not needed to go back to college so early. Out of all your friends here, your school gave you the shortest winter break, with the new quarter beginning just a couple days after the new year began. It meant that you were leaving on New Year's Day. You hadn't gotten to stay up and party last night, and you wouldn't be able to spend any of this week with family. You were to go back to your little dorm, alone, and start the grueling cycle of the new quarter. 

You nodded, pursing your lips. "Yeah. What about you?"

"I'm a second year," he told you in response. "Promise I'm not a creep, but which school do you go to?"

You named your university for him and you watched recognition flash across his face. 

"Oh hey, same! I'm Eric by the way." 

A small, yet genuine smile graced your features. "I'm Yn. Nice to meet you, Eric."

"Hey," he said conspiratorially, leaning over the empty middle seat between you two, "I know it's really depressing to go back so early while everyone else gets at least a week longer, but—everything will be okay. Trust me; I went through it last year, and it's always rough at first, but I believe in you, Yn."

Somehow, his words hit you with the weight of a freight train. You wondered how he had taken one look at you, sulking in your window seat, and understood exactly what had been running in your head. He must have seen the way your eyes shone with familiar emotions—all the fear and sadness for the future—but the appreciation and hope, too. You wondered if he saw himself in your eyes. 

You swallowed and choked back tears. God, you felt so pathetic sometimes. "Thanks," you rasped, clearing your throat when your voice came out hoarse. "That's… that's really sweet of you."

"It's no problem." He shrugged, returning to his own aisle seat space. "Just know you're not alone, okay? I mean, I'm assuming you're out of state right?"

You nodded. 

"Then it's… kinda lonely, huh? I get that." Eric suddenly shuffled around his pockets until he fished out his phone. He held it out to you over the empty middle seat with an encouraging smile. "Here, put in your number. We can keep in touch when we get back to school."

You grabbed his phone and swiftly inputted your information into the new contact section. When you handed him his phone back, he sent you a text back so you could save his contact number and name. 

Both you and Eric stopped to listen as the flight attendant announced that the plane's doors were closing now. 

He lightly nudged you with the back of his knuckles, and you had a feeling you would never tire of seeing that boyish smile on his face. "You know what that means? We get the middle seat open!"

You chuckled at his child-like excitement (and maybe even envied it). "Lucky us, huh?"

"For sure. Now I have an excuse to bother you," he said. "As long as that's okay with you."

You'd never thought he'd ask, to be honest. "I wouldn't have it any other way," you mused, and relished in the way his eyes twinkled back at you.

You had boarded the plane with nothing but melancholy, anxiety, and bitterness—but as the plane began its take-off procedures and Eric Sohn talked to you about his friends back home whom he was leaving behind, you could put those negative feelings away and start the New Year right. 

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Nepotism? Who’s She?

(Pt2/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.

Warnings; Vince being an asshole, alcohol mention, slight sexual assault, sexual tension, slight smut (Not really)

after your segment on smackdown you are called to the office Vince has set up in whichever arena he hired, you step in to see Paul and Vince, you smile at them as you pull a chair out and seat yourself, tucking your legs, waiting for them to talk “So Torah, you pulled of a great upset for the crowd last night! But soon you’ll be dropping that title” I stare at Vince with a raised eyebrow 

“Excuse me?” I ask, staring directly at Vince “The only reason we took the title off of Liv is because we feel like her feud with Ronda has been stretched, so we had you take the title, and you’re gonna drop it to Ronda”

“Im sorry Vince but i’ve worked so hard to get where I am right now! I mean from my indie circuit, to njpw, to impact and now here! all Ronda has done is ride off of her UFC career!” I complain “everyone thinks im only good because of my father being here!”

“That’s exactly why we’re taking it! we can’t have someone like that as our champion” I look at him in disgust “So that doesn’t apply to fucking Charlotte Flair? Or Natalya?!” I scowl at him 

“I am not arguing with you on this, this is my company and you’re losing that title whether you like it or not!” I groan and leave without as much as a goodbye, I mean how could they just give the title to that part timer like that! I’m walking through the halls and walk into catering, sitting by myself in a corner table, frustration throughout my being.

“Are you okay lass?” I hear a strong Scottish accent and I look up to see Drew McIntyre sitting across from me, I sigh “No...I just...have you ever felt like the WWE doesn’t think enough of you? I mean because I'm edge’s daughter it seems like the world is against me” I stare at him and he nods “I know the feeling, it’s why I left, but hey I’m back, it’s a sport I love” “Yeah but...Vince told me he’d rather me not have the title because people all think I’m only here because of my father” “and they’re wrong, don’t worry about them” he gives me a comforting smile and I smile back “Thank you Drew” he nods and gets out of his seat, stepping away and walking off, I smile and sink into my chair.

I sit in my hotel room and I’m scrolling through my Twitter dm’s, bored, until I hear chatting and walking around down the hall, I think it might be some of my coworkers, I open the door and peak my head out and see some unfamiliar people, I stare at them and one of the women turn to me, she smiles and I smile back “Jamie!” “Y/N!” I slip out of the room and pull her into a hug, laughing with her as she picks me up and swings me around then puts me down. “Oh my gosh! Jamie it’s been so long girl! no way!” “Yes way! AEW and WWE are filming in the same city! and we got the same hotel!” I laugh along with her and someone behind her clears their throat, we pull away an she smiles “Here are some of the guys I’m here with!” I look over and see two similar looking men, another with beautiful curly blonde hair, another guy with bleached blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and another guy dressed up in denim jeans and a denim jacket, his blonde hair nicely swept with a pair of aviator glasses, I smile “No need to introduce me, I watch enough AEW to know all five of you” “Yea, we were going out to get some drinks, wanna come?” I ponder on it for a moment then nod, smiling at Jamie “Let me go get something suitable on” she nods and i run back to the room

I step into the hallway where everyone is waiting “excuse me for taking so long” Jamie smiles as she looks over, and the rest of the boys look over “You look stunning” You’re wearing a black sleeved mini dress that frames your curves, white stiletto pumps and a black sleeveless jacket thrown over it, I smile and nod, Jamie takes my arm and points the tongue at the men, as we walk off down the hall and to the elevator

I’m sitting down at the counter, Jamie and the guys went down to the dance floor, well save for Darby who’s sitting next to me, sipping on a bloody mary, I look at him and take this time to admire his features, he’s got beautiful fair skin, light blue eyes, bleached hair flopping onto his head, a nice hooked nose, and pink lips, his eyes flicker over to me and I avert my gaze as if I wasn’t just staring at him, he chuckles and turns to me “You okay? you’ve seemed on edge since we’ve got here” he places a comforting hand on my back but it just makes me shiver, anticipating and wanting more of his touch “You nod and shiver under his gaze.

see the reason why you were so nervous is because you had a crush on the performer ever since your indie routes, you fought against him once but obviously he hadn’t known, you used to be a mysterious lucha like your ‘Uncle’ Rey Mysterio, you sigh and he notices this “It’s going to be a long night at this rate...want to go for a walk around the city?” I nod, completely disregarding all my other friends on the dance floor as he pays for both our drinks and we walk out, walking along the neon sign lit streets, a smile graces my face as for the first time since we went into the cramped night club I got to breathe fresh air.

Darby slows down as we waltz in front of a 7/11 “I’m gonna go get a drink and maybe something to eat, want anything?”

 I shake my head no and he nods, he walks in and I lean against the glass wall, I look over and see two guys, obviously drunk as they stagger over Must be trying to get sober is what I thought to myself, I grab my phone from my purse and scroll through my twitter, one of the guys walks into the shop and the other comes to stand next to me, I look at him to see him staring at me, more so at my cleavage, I feel uncomfortable and scootch, covering my chest with my jacket, the guy scootches even closer to me, and leans over me, trying to catch a look down my jacket.

 “Can you please leave me alone?” I ask and he just chuckles “Well if you didn’t want me looking why dress like that doll” He reaches over and tries to tug my jacket from its position over my chest, just then he’s shoved back and I look up to see Darby, a bag hanging from one arm and the other between himself and the man as he puts me behind him “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step away” he glares up at the man, the man chuckles and is about to say something else but Darby kicks him in the dick, silencing him as he whimpers and falls to the ground with a thud, he then wraps his free arm around my waist and tugs me away from the scene.

He drags me farther away then sits me down on a bench, checking over me “He didnt touch you did he?” I shake my head no and he nods, sitting down next to me and sighs “Shouldn’t have left you outside by your self, not looking that irresistible” that comment caught me off guard, I feel my face heat up “W-what?”.

“I mean I’ve been trying to hold myself back, so has everyone else” he cups my face and intently stares at my lips, I decide to be brave “Then don’t” and with that he pulls me into a kiss, I kiss back, then I pull away.

“Darby not in public” I place a finger against his lips “Wait till we get back to our hotel” He nods and we get up, walking back to the direction of the hotel.

I groan and rub my head, sitting up in bed, my bed is warm, which is weird considering I have my air con on and it’s been cold out recently, I kick the blanket off then im hit with a familiar chill, I look down and realize I’m half naked, only a large shirt cascaded over my body, I look down and see my dress and jacket along with my garments slung onto the ground, I also notice, tights and jean shorts on the ground as well as boxers, I look to my left and see bleach blonde hair peaking out from under the covers.

I gasp as memories from last night come flooding back, I fall back into the bed, this seems to disturb the sleeping figure next to me as Darby peeks his head out, looking over at me and then sitting up “How you feeling today” he asks, I look at him and shrug “I feel okay” he nods “Can you uh...walk?” I give him a questioning look before getting out of bed, my legs wobbling and then giving out, he laughs and quickly swipes his boxers, slipping them on and walking over to help me up “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get about” I smile at him gratefully.

I’m sitting in WWE catering, Vince asked me to show up on RAW for a champion promo today and I agreed, I’m scrolling through twitter then notice I’ve been tagged in something from a few days ago, I open it and smile

I hear a chair being pulled out and I look up to see the RAW Women’s Champion and one of my great friends, Bianca Belair, I smile at her “Long time no see, Belair” she smiles “Okay so I need to know, I saw Darby Allin posted you to his twitter, what’s going on there?” 

I blush and smile “Oh we’re just friends” she playfully glares at me as two more people walk over and get seated with us, the street profits “Yeah! I mean I was stuffing my mouth full at catering and Tez shows me a picture that Darby Allin posted of you, didn’t know you were friends with AEW guys” I shrug and smile at them

I’m in the ring with Bianca, and Roman Reigns, we’re having a championship celebration “You know Y/R/N, We’ve been looking for a perfect candidate for the bloodlines women's division for a while and I think you’re perfect” I smile at him “Well, I’d be honored to join” I stand up and so does he, we shake hands but he pulls me in closer, this makes the crowd go wild, he smirks and leans down to pull me into a kiss.

A/N ANOTHER CHAPTER!! I literally got this done in school but I hope you guys enjoy it, especially with the Darby romance and then the Roman storyline! makes me dizzy lol, also this is not at all proofread, byeee

[itsthecherryontop]

Adrenaline Rush (Billy Hargrove Ch. 28)

Scene from Chapter Twenty-Eight of my Billy Hargrove Slowburn Enemies to Lovers Fic archiveofourown.org

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Henderson OC (Halle)

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I was packing up my belongings at the end of my shift when little Holly Wheeler approached the stand. She and her mother frequented the pool quite often. I had a feeling it was her mother's suggestion due to a certain lifeguard. She was one of the mothers who adjusted her appearance before his shift. It was disturbing since I was friends with her daughter and Hargrove was only a year older than us. I was just glad Nancy was unaware of her mother’s batting eyes. 

“It’s okay Jess. I got her,” I announced, stepping up to the counter. “Hey bug, what’s up?”

“Hi, Hal! Mommy said I could get an icepop and she wants cola,” the six-year-old said, holding out crumpled cash. 

“Where is your mom?” I asked not seeing Mrs. Wheeler.

“She’s in the pool. It’s grown-up swim time,” Holly announced, pointing to the far side of the pool.

“Okay, what flavor do you want?” I asked, holding up her options. 

“Chocolate!” she claimed, bouncing on her heels. 

“Okay,” I laughed, handing it over. She wasted no time ripping off the wrapper and eating the fudgesicle. She hadn’t even had the frozen treat for a minute and it was already all over her face. Grabbing her mother’s drink and napkins, I filled up a cup of ice water and moved to the exit. “I’ll be back Jess. Come on bug, let's get you back,” I announced, opening the door. 

I walked to her mother’s empty lounge chair and set the cola and napkins down on the umbrella-covered table. Quickly I wiped the melting fudgesicle from Holly’s wrists before it dripped onto the towel she sat on. The child was already so sticky. I hoped Mrs. Wheeler had packed wet wipes. 

I saw her exit the pool and scrunch the water from her blonde hair. She approached Hargrove who was standing near his lifeguard chair. Leaving the youngest Wheeler to finish making her mess, I carried the water cup over to the two. 

“Sorry, Mrs. Wheeler but I don’t think you need lessons and I only teach kids,” I heard Hargrove say as I approached from behind him. 

“Are you sure I don’t need lessons?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“Your form looked fine to me, but if want lessons Heather teaches the adult swim,” he responded as I finished my approach. What in the holy hell did I just witness? Were they even talking about swimming? Doubtful. Who looked like that talking about swimming lessons?

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler. William,” I greeted with a nod, stopping beside Hargrove and handing him the water cup. He smiled at me before taking the cup from my hand. I looked at Mrs. Wheeler standing in her swimsuit. “I brought Holly back to your spot and tried to clean her up, but she got chocolate everywhere.”

“Oh, hi Halle. Thank you. I didn’t know you two were so acquainted,” she smiled nervously gesturing between Hargrove and me. 

“Yeah, we had English together. You know in high school with your daughter,” I smiled sweetly. I saw Hargrove side-eye me and smile behind the plastic cup as he took a drink. “You know I’m actually about to meet Nancy at the mall to go shopping for the trip I’m talking with Hargrove here. I’ll tell her I saw you.” I was sure my smile had a little too much teeth. 

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Mrs. Wheeler hurriedly said as a blush grew on her cheeks. “I should get back to Holly.”

“Bye Mrs. Wheeler,” I waved, watching her retreat to her lounge chair. 

“Did you threaten her?” Hargrove amused beside me.

“No. That was torture to my ears and now I wanna bleach my eyes,” I winced. 

“Didn’t think you were the territorial type,” he teased, leaning against the raised chair as he dragged his eyes over me. 

“I’m not. That just happens to be my best friend’s mother,” I reasoned, waving my hand in Mrs. Wheeler’s direction. 

“I think you are, you just don’t want to admit it. Not that you have anything to worry about. She’s not my type,” he smirked, leaning towards me. 

“I just came over here to ask if there was any specific clothing I might need for this trip.”

“Normally it is about mid-70s but I checked and it's in the 80s. So shorts, tees, short little dresses,” he taunted, holding his grinning face close to mine.

I rolled my eyes with a headshake, “I don’t even know why I bothered asking.”

I heard him laugh behind me as I began walking away, “Make sure you have a few swimsuits and you might wanna buy a sunhat, Princess.”

Making my way back to the concessions stand I grabbed my bag and went to the locker room. I changed out of my uniform and pulled my dark hair back in a banana clip. After situating the loose pieces and fixing my bangs I moved on to my makeup. I applied my favorite lipstick and sprayed on perfume. I did not want any trace of chlorine to linger on me.

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[guavagyu]

red chardonnay - m.jh!

jun makes me so dizzy i swear

i luv jun!! his long bleached hair is SO pretty!! and w his glasses? oh lord im done for

also..i made a banner?!?!? im in a new era 😻 (jk im probably never going to make another)

tagging @hobihearteu cuz sub svt!!!!

i used a prompt generator for this </3 (i already put names in)

prompt: jun and y/n going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. y/n only intends this as foreplay, but jun is already getting overwhelmed. y/n finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into jun's ear. It turns out that jun is more excited than y/n thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of y/n and the embarrassment of jun. what happens next? 

thats literally the synopsis too ig^

wc: 1.2k

content: smut (duh, mdnI!), fluff, sooo domestic, jun is the sweetest boy ever i wanna wife him up, established relationship, mentions of alchohol consumption, softdom!reader, fem!reader (i don't think pronouns are used though), sub!jun, mommy kink, tall!reader (idk if its ever blatantly mentioned but its there ig), praise kink, brief degradation, dacryphilia, slight cockwarming, unprotected sex (dont do this), gagging (panties r shoved in juns mouth), fingering, nicknames (baby, love, whore, kitten, pretty boy, good boy, lover boy), brief possessiveness, no aftercare cuz it cuts off before then, lmk if theres more!

"junnie i can pay, it's okay!" you insisted, trying to tell the waiter to take your card instead of his,

"no i- sorry could you give us a second?" jun looked at the waiter who nodded and walked off, "baby please just let me cover tonight, i'm the one that took you out!"

"no i don't want you to keep spending this much money on me, can we just split it then?"

"y/n if i wasn't willing to spend money do you think i would've brought you here? and no, i'm paying," he said before calling the waiter back over to hand over his card, silently gloating at his victory. he loved taking care of you, even after dating you for so long, his feelings never changed. the waiter came back soon with the receipt, frowning at the sight of "garden salad, $19", the cheapest item on the menu. you tried to argue that you weren't super hungry and didn't want to eat that heavy, but he's known you for long enough that you just didn't want to make him spend money on things you don't believe should be over two dollars,

"okay, can we just go home now?" you sighed, thinking about how you could somehow slip a twenty into his pocket at some point, or in his wallet when he's not looking,

"sure, c'mon," holding out his hand, you took it, lacing your fingers together as he led you though the masses of people, finally reaching your car, you took the drivers seat, sitting down before shoving the key into the ignition. jun couldn't help but watch as your dress slid up your thighs, stopping just short of your underwear, as he nervously swallowed, feeling the blood flow to his dick as he wished you would never leave the lot and just fuck him till the sun rises. despite that wish, he knew it'd be much more comfortable for you to have his way with him once you returned home, out of public eye. the car home was quiet, except for some light music. he'd reached for your hand sometime during, and your hands have been on his thigh since then, fingers intertwined, dangerously close to his very obvious bulge. you must've noticed, there's no way you wouldn't have. the moment the car was turned off and you both made it inside your home he dragged you to the couch, sat you on his lap, and kissed you with energy he didn't know he had, the wine he'd drank earlier making his head buzz,

"you just had to look at my thighs and get hard didn't you, hm? couldn't help yourself?" you cooed at him, eyes giving him a look that made his dick twitch, lashes low and long,

"i'm sorry mommy, you're just so pretty," he moaned into your lips, wanting to feel every part of you that he could in that moment, he slipped into subspace so quickly, he was such a cutie. if you could, you'd save the image of his adorable face right now; swollen lips, pink cheeks, eyes hooded,

"hmm..what do you say we do about this then?" mentioning his hard dick, he started rubbing against your panties, his jeans rough against the fragile fabric. he could already feel the wet spot on his boxers, as well as your own seeping through his jeans. he moaned when you started grinding down on him in return, with you whispering how much of a good boy he was, how he was only yours and that nobody else could have him, soon your soft praises in his ear simply became too much, and without warning, he lit himself slip. and oh, you noticed,

"did my kitten just cum from a little humping?"

"mommy i'll do better i promise! i-" jun panicked, worrying about his mistake (which wasn’t considered one to you),

"shh, you don't need to apologize, pretty boy. you're adorable, you know that?" you smiled down at him lazily, loving how his pink cheeks darkened even further, "wanna take this to the bedroom?"

"yes please," he nodded, eyes never leaving yours, making you give him a quick kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom, before asking him to sit on the bed, taking off his clothes and discarding them on the floor before removing your own as well. you hastily kissed him, need overcoming your body as he returned the kiss with the exact same energy, perhaps even more. as you made out for who knows how long, you felt your wetness seep down your thighs, some dripping onto jun’s too. he must’ve noticed, as he gathered some on his fingers before putting those said fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. you bucked your hips slightly before getting used to the new pleasure, soon you were getting close, too close. you gently took his wrist and pulled his fingers out of you, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing junnie, just wanna finish with you,” you gave him a kiss, him chasing after you when you pulled away, making you giggle. when you slid on top of him, he let out the cutest moan, making you shove your slick panties in his mouth on impulse, jun letting out another moan at the taste, “my pretty whore,” it had slipped out, but when it did, you couldn’t help but notice how his dick twitched inside of you and how his hands on your waist trembled in the slightest. you figured you had tortured him enough bu staying still for so long, so you started riding him at a slower pace, making him moan at the sudden stimulation, feeling the sensitivity lunge at him,

“mommyyy,” jun whined out, his hips bucking up at the feeling of you clenching around him,

"yes, junnie?" you whispered softly as you pressed a kiss to his hair,

"mommy i'm so close, can i cum please?" he whimpered, his hands squeezing at your waist, his eyes had glazed over, tears pooling. the sight made a shiver ride up your spine, and you pressed yet another kiss to his nose,

"wait a little for me pretty boy," which made him desperate to get you to cum so he could as well, he occasionally bucked up his hips and traced circles over your clit, making you jump just the slightest bit, "my lover boy's so impatient, isn't he? hm? so eager to make me cum so he doesn't have to wait?"

"yes mommy, i can't hold it much longer please let me cum mommy!" he cried out, tears flowing down his cheeks, nose sniffling slightly,

"yes pretty boy, you can cum my love. you've done so good for mommy," you pepper soft kisses all over his face before finally stopping at his lips as you cum together, jun moaning into you as his dick twitches, as you ride through your orgasm and help him through his, you press one final kiss to his forehead, "i love you junnie,"

"i love you too mommy," he whispered into your neck, but soon said, "can we go clean up now?" making you laugh breathily and get up to go clean yourselves, smiling the whole way.

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[synamartia]

❖ Call me Syn, Syna, or Raina, or whatever comes to mind when you think of me~ ( be nice, there ain't none of that negativity here ! ) I'll also respond to Smut Santa / Saint Dickolaus! 😉

❖ I'm 29, about to be 30. I'm afab and use female pronouns. Happy mama of 2 beautiful babes~ They come first before anything else, so if I don't get back to you in a timely manner or like... at all... that's why. Or maybe I just don't like you. ( nahhh that's not it ... ? )

❖ Previously went by Taqsyq, but after YEARS of being out of the writing game and just off of tumblr in general, I've decided to start over fresh. I started Taqsyq when I was like sixteen or seventeen, still in my nerdy emo girl phase fuck I still am, and there is a shit ton of things that I just wanna run away from when it comes to that blog/username, including some very bad memories that I'm not going to discuss publicly. Plus, again: seventeen, nerdy emo girl phase. Everything I wrote on that blog was the highest form of OOC cringe like you just saw a stripper accidentally slam her hoo-ha on a pole bullshit for me. The only reason I'm not deleting it is because I'm a memory hoarder and despite all the bad, I want to keep it for all the good that happened there as well. Besides, it's the account that I ran imagine-reborn (an imagines blog for Katekyo Hitman Reborn) under and I figured, if nothing else, I could get a few laughs and maybe even learn a thing or two from how god-awful teenage me was at writing.

❖ My rules are simple. Be kind to all: this is a safe zone for EVERYONE. I would like to keep it that way. I don't have a list for what I will and will not write (yet), so all I can tell you is: ask. My inbox is always open. If I don't feel comfortable writing something, I'll let you know!

❖ Minors: as of right now, I don't think I'll be posting anything that is safe for your consumption, so I would very much appreciate it if you did not interact. If you are not a minor and do not have an age indicator, this rule applies to you as well. I check my follower list daily and I WILL block anyone that does not adhere to this rule.

❖ Requests: Closed ( not for long. I promise ;D )

❖ Currently, I only write for Hazbin Hotel. But I'm open for discussion on anything else on my list down below! I'm always looking for something new to watch/read, so if you have any recommendations, fire away!

❖ Series ; Current Hyperfixation: Hazbin Hotel

Anime : Naruto ; InuYasha ; Death Note ; Bleach ; Hellsing ; Soul Eater ; Fruits Basket ; D.Gray-Man [ Original / Hallow ] ; Kuroshitsuji ; Katekyo Hitman Reborn ; Ao No Exorcist ; Yu Yu Hakusho ; Full Metal Alchemist ; One Piece* ; Shingeki No Kyojin ; Kimetsu No Yaiba ; Jujutsu Kaisen**

* Still trying to catch up. This is a massive anime, and I've spent the better half of this past year trying to watch it all. I've made it to the Raid on Onigashima, the part where Yamato got his bracelets removed. Love him, by the way! <3

** Nanaminnnn~! I am not okay about anything with this man. <3

Manga / Manhwa : Everything mentioned above ; Noblesse ; Bloody Cross ; Area D

TV : Hazbin Hotel ; Helluva Boss ; Game Of Thrones ; Vikings ; Avatar: The Last Airbender ; The Legend Of Korra ; Supernatural

Books : A Song Of Ice & Fire ; Twilight Saga why did teenage me think it was the greatest series ever shoot me now fucking christ

Video Games : Final Fantasy Series + Individual Prequels, Sequels, Movies, Remakes* [ 7 / 9 / 10 / 13 / 15** ] ; Tales Of Series [ Legendia / Zestiria / Berseria / Arise ] ; Devil May Cry Series ; Kingdom Hearts Series*** ; Star Ocean Series [ Till The End Of Time / The Divine Force ] ; The Legend Of Zelda [ A Link To The Past ] ; Sonic Series ; Spyro Series ; Shining Force Series [ 1 / 2 ] ; Lufia Series [ Fortress Of Doom / Rise Of The Sinistrals ] ; Diablo 3 ; Lunar [ Silver Star Story Complete ] ; Infinite Undiscovery ; to be updated as I remember / play.

* So far, I've only played the first installment of Final Fantasy 7 Remake because I currently do not own a PS5, but I'm working on it. The Compilation of Final Fantasy 7 is my absolute favorite series of all time. I could watch Advent Children ( original and complete ) on repeat, and I've played the original release so many times that I don't even need a guide to get a 100% on a brand new save ( Obsessed much? Yup ). I'm a completionist at heart, and this game is amazing and it provides a massive sense of nostalgia for me.

** SLIGHT SPOILER (maybe? You've been warned) Another amazing installment in the Final Fantasy series, this game is so well written in my opinion. It stays away from the bigger cliches you see in most RPGs ( eg : the guy gets the girl, friendship is the key to saving the world, etc. ), the characters are so individually complex, the villain technically wins and reminds you how easy it would be for you to become the same type of monster. Plus badass women that fix your car, lights up entire cities, wakes up the fucking Gods to fight on your side, takes the entire mercenary army they led and defects to your side? IN HEELS? YES PLEASE. It has one of the best enemy turned ally characters in the FF series; I'm just disappointed we didn't get to see much of Aranea after everything in Tenebrae. Also Ardyn has some serious daddy vibes, and I would literally give my left tit just to lick Aranea's boot ( oh, the things I would do to these two, phew~ ).

*** Let's be real here. The Kingdom Hearts Series makes zero sense if you didn't play all of them and you didn't pay attention to each and every detail, and I did neither. I played 2 and 3 when they originally came out, but in my defense: it doesn't look like a series that follows a singular story, something that I did not know at the time, and usually the series I play have an entirely different story per installment ( eg : Final Fantasy and Tales Of ). I tried to piece together the story from online synopses and second hand game play ( I watched someone else play ), and it just didn't work out. So, suffice to say, my knowledge of Kingdom Hearts goes about as far as basic facts regarding Organization XIII because they were my whole reason for trying the games in the first place. I'm still open to discussion about it, though! Just keep in mind my side will be very limited. Sorry!

To Be Read / Watched / Played : Phantasy Star Series ; Final Fantasy Series [ 1-6 / 8 / 11-12 / 14 / 16 ] ; Diablo 4 ; Black Clover ; Hell's Paradise ; Fairy Tale ; The Seven Deadly Sins ; My Hero Academia

❖ Look out below for a face reveal!

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[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵Protorave

"That's the least you could do." (Take the money.)

+25 real

ANDRE - "I hope that settles it... or wait..."

"The key..." He cautiously hands you the yellow keyring.

Item gained: Key to Church Door

NOID - He is shifting in his spot uncomfortably, still feeling sorry for the mishap.

ANDRE - "We were talking about... the padlock I think?"

2. "How long have those people been locked in there?"

ANDRE - "Not long. Like a week maybe?" He shrugs.

"How can you be sure they haven't starved to death?"

"This is cool. Taking initiative like this is proper citizen behaviour and I endorse it."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Somewhere in the ruinous past that led you here there was something called 'exams'. You may have learned the term 'involuntary manslaughter' there.

"Andre, do you know what 'involuntary manslaughter' means?"

"Eight-five percent is not good enough when you're dealing with another person's physical well-being."

"Eighty-five percent is good enough. No one lives forever, baby!"

ANDRE - "Yes I do, I listen to Channel 8 all the time. I know about crime stuff and I assure you, officer, this is not what's happening here. I'm *at least* 80% sure they're alive. I mean, c'mon -- most people aren't ever that alive in their entire lives!"

"What does that even mean?"

"Yeah, I catch your drift.

"Sounds like nonsense."

ANDRE - "I don't know..." He pauses to think. "What does anything mean, really?"

EGG HEAD - "*Oh yeah...*" He looks at his friend with an expression of profound understanding.

2. "Sounds like nonsense."

ANDRE - "You're right. It *is* nonsense. Total garbage. I knew you'd see through it, you're one smart cop!"

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - It feels good to be the smart cop, doesn't it? That's a good cop to be. Has a nice ring to it. "Smart Cop." You wouldn't want to be "Stupid Cop," now would you? But still -- maybe he's just sucking up to you?

"You can stop buttering me up now, thank you."

"I get by. Now where was I with that padlock..."

ANDRE - "Oh, okay." He nods his bleached, spiked head. "I won't do that anymore."

3. "Right. Other questions." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - "Sure, man. Tell us what you wanna know, let's do it!"

3. "Who exactly are these people inside the church?"

ANDRE - "Truth is, I don't really know. None of us do. I don't even know how many there are... all we've seen are glimpses."

"You haven't even seen them and you want the police involved?"

"Better safe than sorry. Anything more you can tell me?"

ANDRE - "Yes," he leans in for emphasis, "there's also *the machinery*..."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - This machinery is of the deeply mystical variety.

ANDRE - "When I first scouted the place, back in February, it was abandoned. Empty. Took some time getting the crew together, so about two weeks ago we came here hoping to set the stuff up. Suddenly there are all these strange *machines* lying around in there."

NOID - "One of them has wires running into bowls of water. Wires. Into *water*. Never seen anything like it."

EGG HEAD - "Andre, tell him about the feeling!"

ANDRE - "Oh, and it felt like there was some *thing* in there with us, watching us from the dark..."

EGG HEAD - "No! The other one."

ANDRE - "Uhm, which other one? I'm not as in tune with my emotions as you are, Egg."

EGG HEAD - "Felt like silence! Awful silence..."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - For this man even regular silence is awful enough. But that was... something greater.

"But you haven't physically *seen* anyone?"

ANDRE - "Not exactly. We've just seen someone who we think is a woman go in and out of the church. A couple of times. And we felt someone... or some *thing*... eyeing us inside. But... that's kinda it."

"What was that about some *thing* watching you?"

"Can you tell me more about this machinery?"

"So how can you be sure they're *burnouts* and *dopeheads* if you haven't even seen them?"

"Alright, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "Like... you aren't *alone*, you know?"

NOID - "It wasn't quite *human* -- if you know what I mean."

ANDRE - "It was this dark shape climbing upside down along the ceiling... like some kind of *crab-man*."

"A crab-man?"

ANDRE - "Yeah, you know. The way it was climbing up and around the ceiling. Like a crab."

NOID - "It was stalking Acele. Exhibiting ambush behaviour."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Odd. Crabs are usually marine creatures. And not known for climbing walls.

"Are you *sure* there was a crab-man?"

"Ambush behaviour." (Nod.) "Crab-man."

ANDRE - "Yeah, totally. I mean... I didn't *personally* see it -- Acele was alone that time, but I believe her. If she comes out running and says there's a crab in there, there's a crab in there."

NOID - "You should ask her about it -- but be nice. Don't tell her you don't believe in the crab."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - The implications of this are... too numerous to consider. Proceed with caution. Learn all you can before entering that dark building.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - There probably is no crab-man. Don't let them draw you in with this nonsense.

2. "Can you tell me more about this machinery?"

ANDRE - "You should talk to Noid about that. I just got a distinct *burnout* and *dopehead* sine from them. Probably jacked up to some snuff station too. Probably, very likely."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - With a small surge of PEA, alertness fills you. As if to say: This is a dark corner, look behind it!

"Jacked up to some *snuff station*?"

"I'll talk to Noid then."

NOID - "He means like one of those rich-boy private radio stations, where you can listen to people getting killed on. Then jerk off to it... sick shit."

ANDRE - "Not that we would know *anything* about that. Noid just likes to relay stuff."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He appears sincere enough, sire. You could of course be wrong.

ANDRE - "We're getting derailed here. In short, you can talk to Noid about the machines. He'll tell you more."

3. "So how can you be sure they're *burnouts* and *dopeheads* if you haven't even seen them?"

ANDRE - "Well, honestly, I can't. But I am."

RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] - Why not! Let's go with that.

"I don't see a single thing wrong with that argument."

ANDRE - "I'm 70% sure they're substance users. Don't let the 'technology' fool you." He makes little quotation marks with his fingers when he says *technology*.

4. "Alright, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "Sure. What?"

2. "You mentioned some kind Ecclesiastes own the church. Who are these Ecclesiastes?"

ANDRE - "Oh yeah, that's a Meteoran name for the Founding Party. Thought it'd be cool to use it."

"Before we go on, what do you mean by *Meteoran*?"

"Oh, the Founding Party. I do know them... but can you refresh my memory?"

"And what is the *Founding Party*?"

ANDRE - "You know -- of Meteo. Concerning Meteo."

"Meteo?"

ANDRE - "Meteo. A country. On Mundi?" He looks at you, squinting his eyes to see if you're kidding. "On the Mundi isola."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - One of the poorest of the first world nations today -- but once a great ancient civilization. Capital: Thylakos-by-Pisantic.

"Oh, the Founding Party. I do know them… but can you refresh my memory?"

ANDRE - "Come to think of it, I've never really looked them up, you know. I can't give you a precise definition, but they're a very powerful religious organization."

"And?"

(Nod.) "Good. Now, let's talk about something else."

ANDRE - "And they have roots in ancient mass society." He pauses. "And they're the custodians of the Perikarnassian Church. Plus they anoint the innocence. They, like, made the innocentic system, no?"

"It doesn't sound like they would appreciate a dance club in their church."

"They sound like exactly the kind of people who would want loud anodic music in their church!"

ANDRE - "You're right, they do!" he says, without the slightest hint of irony.

EGG HEAD - "The Perikarnassian Church is about *love*! Anodic music is about *love*! I got love for my Perikarnassian posse, *love* is the relay out of death! WE DANCE!!!" He violently shakes the tape player, as if to see if he can break it.

"Love is HARD CORE!"

NOID - "Unity."

ANDRE - "UNITY!"

EGG HEAD - "Make some noise for my Insulindian posse!" He turns the volume up, then looks at you with a knowing nod. As if it's obvious you will now break into dance.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - You feel it. The anodes and the cathodes coursing through you -- your big toe starts tapping along to the bass, as if testing the waters...

No words, enjoy the beat. (Nod your head.)

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about. What's a *posse*?"

"I guess love *can* be pretty hard core..."

"You're right! How could the Founding Party be anything but enthusiastic? Dance music *is* about love and so is the Perikarnassian Church." (Proceed.)

"On second thought -- no. This is too much. No sane organization would want this level of absurdity going on in their church." (Proceed.)

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Feels good.

2. "I don't quite understand what you're talking about. What's a *posse*?"

EGG HEAD - "Your posse's like your people, man! Like you got your cop posse -- you look out for each other and you party together. That's a posse!"

+5 XP

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Two men and a woman stand on the beach, under a row of houses long abandoned to war damage. The words "Feld Electrical" have peeled off the turn-of-the-century waterfront development. One of the men carries a small boy on his shoulders. The boy looks up at the faded logo.

The woman says to him: "Good to see you here, special consultant. We're worried about the lieutenant-yefreitor."

"Why are you worried about the lieutenant-yefreitor?" asks the boy. Then a wave comes crashing in.

3. "It sounds like you're just saying random things: love, posse, make noise."

ANDRE - "Are we?" He looks at you mysteriously.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] - You hear a wave crashing outside, not far. It's a big one. The rumble dissipates into the bassline...

EGG HEAD - "Yeaahh..." The one with the large head really enjoys it when his friend gets mysterious.

4. "I guess love *can* be pretty hard core..."

EGG HEAD - "Oh yeah, it can!"

ANDRE - "He's coming around." He nods at his friend, then turns to you with a mischievous grin: "You're *getting* it."

Well, I'm convinced.

5. "You're right! How could the Founding Party be anything but enthusiastic? Dance music *is* about love and so is the Perikarnassian Church." (Proceed.)

EGG HEAD - "YEAAGH! Yekokataa -- the place to be!"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He seems ecstatic that you share his vision of Perikarnassianism.

NOID - "Do it for the masses, do it for the crew." His friend forms a fist with a screwdriver still in his hand. Approvingly so.

ANDRE - "I didn't want to say it, but it *was* pretty lame of you to imply otherwise. Anyway, you got more questions?"

EGG HEAD - The one with the large head is still looking at you, nodding his head, waiting for your body to start moving...

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Yeah, let it out! Let the disco happen. Bring the disco into this world! Get this church shit on and then dance there motherfucker!

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - You feel like you could go for a little disco when -- or if -- they get this club going. You've got it in you.

3. "I wanted to ask you about this tent full of equipment."

ANDRE - "Yes? What?"

"I see you brought your own water."

"Hate to tell you, but it reeks of sweat in here."

"What's with all the *Nosaphed*?"

"All right. Enough of this." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - "Yeah, yeah! Good to have, bitch to carry. When I first scouted the place I did some reconnaissance. I'm not sure the church even has running water."

"And it's distilled too."

"About another thing..."

ANDRE - "Oh?" He doesn't know what to say.

"It's the one they sell at the fuel station."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - It's like he's lying to you, my liege. But he's slippery enough that there's nothing for you to grab hold of.

2. "Hate to tell you, but it reeks of sweat in here."

ANDRE - "It does, doesn't it?"

NOID - "Told you we have a smell problem." He picks up a piece of telephone cord and inspects it.

"Wait. I also smell ether. Why?"

"It's mixed with a peculiar chemical scent, like laundry detergent..."

"There was another thing..."

ANDRE - "Ether? I don't smell ether. Do you, Noid?"

NOID - "Nope."

+5 XP

"It's mixed with a peculiar chemical scent, like laundry detergent..."

ANDRE - He sniffs the air, then shrugs.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It doesn't take a forensic scientist to guess it's drug-related. They look and act like the kind of guys who've done their fair share.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - Unlike the girl outside, however, the boys' breathing is regular, their jaws stay put, and their pupils aren't dilated. So they're not under the influence *currently*.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - At least not under the influence of stimulants. That doesn't rule out: hallucinogens, benzos, some depressants... how do you know all this?

3. "What's with all the *Nosaphed*?"

ANDRE - "The what now?" He leans in to hear you better.

(Point at the bottles of nasal spray in the corner.) "The 'Nosaphed Ultra.' You have a lot of it lying around."

"The whatever, I wanted to know about another thing."

ANDRE - "Oh! The old 'Ultra'... we.... uhm..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's like an actor looking to the souffleur for his line.

ANDRE - "I have a major sinus infection. Stuffy nose. We all do. Shit's all blasted up. Winter. Can't even breathe."

"You sound fine to me."

"Oh, okay, I guess that makes sense. Tell me about another thing."

ANDRE - "Yes!" He nods energetically. "That's all Nosaphed's doing. Without the Nosa I'd be drowning in shit right now."

NOID - "Nosaphed *is* the shit!"

"Good. Now unto the next thing."

"Can I have some? I have some nose problems too."

ANDRE - "Uhm... sure." He picks one up from the corner and hands it to you. "Here you go, officer -- the Nosa! Blast away!"

4. "All right. Enough of this." (Conclude.)

ANDRE - He nods enthusiastically. No doubt a *little* relieved.

4. [Logic - Godly 16] Maybe everything isn't quite as you've been told? Take a moment to analyse.

+1 Acele was high. +1 Unexplained ether smell. +1 Unexplained Nosaphed. +1 Headphones were sold.

LOGIC [Godly: Success] - A number of things don't add up. Let's take a look!

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - How about: "Gather around, kids!"

"Okay kids, now gather around..."

"I got bad news for you, Andre. Things don't add up."

NOID - The young speedfreak puts down a busted capacitor and looks at you.

EGG HEAD - The one with the large head seems very enthusiastic about whatever you have planned.

ANDRE - Their would-be leader is less amused.

"Some time in the past -- I'm not sure when and where, but betrayal was involved -- I fell sick and became the shadow you see now. But before that, I have reason to believe I was a police detective."

ANDRE - "But you still are..."

"Thank you for your kind words, but everyone in here sees I'm a disgrace to the uniform."

"I was good enough in this job to be awarded the rank of lieutenant-yefreitor. I could have been captain. Imagine that?"

EGG HEAD - "What happened?" Egg Head looks serious, suddenly.

"Disco happened."

"It smelled so impossibly sweet..."

"Life tore me a new asshole."

"I did. *I* happened to myself."

"I don't know."

EGG HEAD - "I've been trying to say we need the next step in dance music to happen *fast*..."

ANDRE - He looks at his friend: "Shut it."

EGG HEAD - "What? I *have*... I've said that!"

"Now, obviously, that might as well have been a *thousand* years ago. But there's still some detective left in me."

ANDRE - The young speedfreak is silent.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He senses something is wrong.

"Your girl Acele is high as a kite out there. It must have been hard for you boys to keep sober for this meeting."

"This isn't the makings of a club, it's a tent full of laboratory equipment. For manufacturing drugs."

EGG HEAD - "We don't need drugs to be hard core!"

ANDRE - "Shut the fuck up, Egg!"

"Maybe not today, Egg, but you need drugs to get through the days when you're not expecting me."

"So, does Acele need drugs more than you?"

"Bottom line is: I know." (Proceed.)

NOID - "Climb down from the equestrian monument, cop-man. Consciousness is new to the universe. We all have our ways to ease the shock."

2. "So, does Acele need drugs more than you?"

ANDRE - "We know she has a problem, man. We're working on it. She didn't exactly have a smooth adolescence."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Underneath, he is furious she ruined it for them. This means trouble for their female friend.

3. "Bottom line is: I know." (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What exactly is it you know?" He sounds confrontational.

2. "This isn't the makings of a club, it's a tent full of laboratory equipment. For manufacturing drugs."

ANDRE - "I have no idea how you arrived at that conclusion, but it's *wrong!* Look, we even have speakers!" He points at the speaker.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] - One speaker. They have *one* speaker.

"Where is his friend? Did he lose his friend?"

"You have no headphones. Wouldn't Acele need her headphones to *spin tape*?"

"That Nosaphed is here for its active ingredient."

"The distilled water -- cornerstone of a clean lab."

"The ether in the air -- a useful solvent. Good for getting acting agent out of a solution."

"There is no need for me to pile on any more, is there?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What do you mean *friend*?"

"The other speaker. You have only one."

ANDRE - "It's a one-speaker system! It's monodynamic. You wouldn't know the first thing about sound reproduction in anodic music! Other speaker... Pffft!"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - This may be the brain damage talking, but you've definitely never heard of *monodynamic* or *one-speaker systems*.

Level up!

2. "You have no headphones. Wouldn't Acele need her headphones to *spin tape*?"

ANDRE - "What do you know about spinning tape? Nothing!"

"I know you pawned them. Likely for lab equipment and drug ingredients."

ANDRE - "I'm sorry, but there is no lab equipment. And no drug ingredients."

3. "That Nosaphed is here for its active ingredient."

NOID - "He said it was for his nose. What more do you want?"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Likely pseudoephedrine, almost exactly the shape of ephedrine. Ephedrine makes you happy and so does pseudoephedrine.

4. "The distilled water -- cornerstone of a clean lab."

NOID - "And of all cellular-based life. What's your point, law-bringer?"

5. "The ether in the air -- a useful solvent. Good for getting acting agent out of a solution."

ANDRE - "Make up your mind, first it's the sweat, then it's the ether..." He smiles nervously.

6. "There is no need for me to pile on any more, is there?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "No shit..." He sounds tired.

2. "In short: you tried to use a police detective to set up a drug lab."

ANDRE - "That's..." He waves his hands. "C'mon, that's..."

"Preposterous?"

"Against the law?"

"Punishable by summary execution?"

ANDRE - "I meant to say: Not true."

3. "So what are we going to do with you?" (Proceed.)

ANDRE - "What do you mean 'do'?"

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's resignation in his voice. He's almost ready to drop the act. It wouldn't take a lot of pushing.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - The optimal way to go about this would be indifference. It begins by you telling him you don't care about any of this.