#i so badly wish he'd get more tattoos :'(

[lesbiansuga]

476 days until jimin's back ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ft. tattoos

cr. namuspromised, more love for bangtan

[sugaimhome]

next door - jjk

pairing: yandere jungkook x female reader

minors dni !!

genre: smut, fluff, fluff, fluff... mostly pwp

warnings: soft yandere, dom jungkook, sub reader, voyeurism, obsession, stalking?, sex against a wall, mentions of sexual harrasment (? its very very brief), reader has a praise kink, masturbation, videos of jungkook's dick, jungkook likes to please reader. 

word count: 4.8k

summary: Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, he’d do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands... or camera. 

a/n: i have more ideas for this couple and i’ll think i’ll end up writing them as a mini collection. also i think about Jungkook's tattoos 24/7.

drabble

not proof read

Jungkook couldn’t help it. He had tried so many times to put a halt to his weird behaviors. But you had made it so difficult. Too difficult. 

He no longer feels guilt, running his hand up and down his dick as he watches you get changed. From his window, he could see everything that happened inside your room. He witnessed everything from you waking up early in the morning, naked, getting ready, sitting in your makeup chair with your tits out, you had to know you were teasing him. But of course, you didn’t know, because there is no way you’d let that happen. In the evenings when you climbed into bed, sometimes lying there for a while so he could get a good view of your body before you shuffled into the sheets. 

The thing was, he always waited until you’d covered yourself before he came, cum flying onto his stomach and chest, it made him feel less… dedicated? Perverted? He wasn’t sure but this obsession of his was getting out of hand. He called in sick to work on the days you did, just to make sure you were okay, he’d even followed you out on his motorbike before, because it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt. He'd punched someone for you, and would do it again. His obsession would never put you in danger and that was what prompted him to make his bold move. 

It happened two nights ago, when you pulled up porn on your laptop, trying to get off to it. He had counted 15 videos until you’d found the thing you had wanted to watch, it was a man jerking off. That was it. No woman. No excessive screaming. He respected that about you, you knew what you wanted. Anyways, it was watching you for half an hour, all worked up trying to orgasm that made him make his own video for you. It was him, jerking off, nothing special. Apart from, it was, because, him slipping a small USB stick into your letterbox this morning while you were at work, with the only thing on it being his dick and moans did seem a little more than nothing special. At first, he had thought you weren’t going to play it, and he wouldn’t blame you because he certainly wouldn’t plug a possibly virus-infected USB into his computer, but you had.

He had witnessed your eyes go wide as you saw what was on the stick, he assumed you had the courage to very quickly click onto the file as his dick appeared in full glory on the screen. Was it too much? But you didn’t turn it off, in fact, you reached to play with one of your nipples with your fingers. Jungkook had watched his video enough times to know that when you threw your head back, reaching past the band of your knickers to play with yourself, was the part where he moaned your name. Was it possible that the next time he saw you in your garden, you’d recognise his voice? Hopefully. He watches you, absentmindedly stroking his cock as you get off to his body. You were getting off to him. He was bringing you pleasure. It drove him mad, he was so proud.

When you came, your head was thrown back in ecstasy, the Jungkook on the screen did the same. Though you couldn't see his face, he knew he had looked spent out after ending the recording, it was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had, knowing it was for you.

Though he still wished he could fill your cunt with his seed, really make you his with his smell and his taste, no other man would ever touch you again. You'd be his for eternity.

He was patient as he waited for you to open your eyes from your orgasm, to look at the screen, and hopefully write down the number he was displaying. You do, grabbing your phone from your bedside table and typing something in. A few seconds later, Jungkook gets a notification.

you: your dick is huge 

Jungkook mulls it over for a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

jungkook: imagine it stretching your tight cunt. 

you: please…

He doesn't reply, he wants nothing more than to comply with your wishes. But it would be weird, wouldn't it.

you: how do you know me? Who are you? how do you know that's what I like?

Ah, the question Jungkook knew was coming, the one he had prepared for. 

jungkook: I'm close to you.

Of course, he wasn't emotionally close to you, but physically he was, your houses couldn't have been more than 10 feet apart. He sat there, watching you with a smug smile on his face, for he had cheated the system. That night, he slept happily knowing you were satisfied.

---

Would you have played the USB stick, orgasming on your fingers, if you hadn't known that it had belonged to your next-door neighbor? No you wouldn't have. But you're damn glad your mum brought you that ring doorbell as a housewarming present. You didn't know his name, but you knew who he was the second your phone sent you the notification, you watched him take the USB stick out of his pocket and place it gently through your letterbox, standing there for a second as if waiting for it to fly back at him. What you hadn't expected was his dick. Well you assumed it was his dick, unless it wasn't… but that would have been even weirder, especially after the text messages. You'd saved his name in your phone to "neighbor" the few messages on the chat highly concerning.

The best part was, you weren't going to touch yourself to the video, but after your failed attempt at an orgasm a few days you figured it wouldn't hurt. Your neighbor obviously didn't know you knew, and he wouldn't know you touched yourself to this, there was no way he could. 

One question remained. Why had he put this though your door in the first place? Maybe two questions. How had he known you were desperate for exactly that? Okay, third question. How did he know your name?

That was the thing about Porn, why you couldn't get off to it, it was so vague, any girl could get off on that but him moaning your name, it was personal, made for you, and it was so hot. 

For the past few days, you've hung around outside, taking ages to pile up all your bags from the car. Gardening. Loitering. You hadn't seen him once. 

It hadn't left your mind, that was clear. But when your car broke down one morning, and the garage, probably hearing that you were a woman, just told you to check your oil, the neighbor situation had nearly left your mind. Watching YouTube videos on how to check your car's oil had been the peak of embarrassment for you, at the age of 25, surely you should know this by now. But despite the clear instructions on YouTube, you were too scared to actually mess with your car.

You had two options here.

1.  Call your Dad

2.  Call your non - existent boyfriend

So it had to be your Dad. This was not something you were looking forward to, so when you have his number (unsaved) dialed into your phone, your finger fights your brain against pressing the dial button.

"Hey, can I help?" someone asks from behind you. Your phone goes straight into your pocket, and you turn on your heels to see -

"I'm Jungkook, I live next door." He's smiling, completely innocent.

For days, you'd been spending time out here just to see him, but now he was here you felt so embarrassed and awkward. This man, all floppy haired, arm tucked around a bike helmet, had sent you a video that seemed to boarder on some kind of sexual assault or a form of public indecency. A video that you had enjoyed, got off to, and watched two times since.

"Hi" you manage to force out. Trying to ignore the very attractive ripple of his muscles as he placed his helmet onto the floor. "um, yeah, um-"

You curse yourself, why did you have to be so anxious? He tilts his head at you, oblivious to the fact you knew. "Think my oil is low, but I can't pull the stick out, its stuck"

You cringe at the choice of words, but he only smirks. Tongue darting out to play with his lip ring. Fuck me. You'd have found him attractive on a normal day, anyone would, but with the memory of his dick, him moaning your name-

You stop. Thinking wasn't going to help. He's next to you now, you can hear his breathing. "Do you mind if I have a look?"

You stutter, struggling to find the words but move aside anyway. "Pl-please if you don't mind." 

Heat rushes to your core, your cheeks feeling like they're on fire. As he leans over your car, his hips pressed flush against the metal. "So you know it's this little pully thingy, right?"

You nod, trying to act indifferent as he points towards the yellow ring sticking out of your engine. Gripping the side of your car you watch as he hooks one finger around the loop, using his strength to pull the rod from the tank. His finger-  "Geez, you were right, it was proper jammed in there" 

All you can do is nod. He frowns. "Do you have a tissue?" He looks at you, holding the metal stick between the two of you. Of course you had a tissue, you worked with children, it was compulsory in this line of work. Pulling one from your pocket you hand it to him "Hopefully it doesn't have snot on it" you laugh, only realising your mistake once you've finished your sentence. "Not my snot!" you exclaim. "I work in a primary school!"

He chuckles, slowly running the tissue up the stick. The amount of effort he puts into it has your pussy clenching around the air. Damn. This man had given you one orgasm, without knowing, and you were a mess around him. "No worries, I'm probably immune to kid snot by now anyways"

Your mouth drops open, and he smirks again. "I don't have kids, I babysit for my friend, Namjoon."

Something about him sharing his personal life with you had your stomach erupting into butterflies, you were so grateful he didn't have children. Though picturing him with children had you- 

What was wrong with you? He puts the stick back into the engine, he pulls it out and it's clean. His mouth drops to a frown. "Not a drop." 

He points to a line on the stick "The oil should be up to there at all times" 

"Oh-" is all you can say.

It would take you nearly an hour on the bus to get to work and, after checking your phone, you were only 20 minutes away from starting time. "Shit."

Jungkook, as you had learned his name was, looks upset with himself as he says "I don't have any oil that would be compatible with your car but-" he glances at his bike. "I can give you a lift, if you need one."

A lift. A lift with your dick sharing - moaning your name - neighbor, whilst you were apparently in heat. Nothing could go wrong… right?

"If you have nowhere to be, I'd really appreciate it." You manage to tell him, and his eyes seem to light up in response.

"No problem, I'll go grab my spare helmet" and he's running off into his house whilst you organise all the stuff you'll need for classes today. There's not much and you manage to fit it all into a small tote that you will hope will fit into his bike. Of course it would, that thing was huge, it wasn't the only thing that he owned that was huge. You fidget at the thought of it. Damn this. Jungkook appears from his doorway with another helmet under his arm. "Here put this on" he says, taking the tote from you and chucking it into the small compartment in the back. With the helmet on, you fidget with the straps to make it tighter, watching Jungkook climb onto the front of the bike, he was hot. There was certainly no denying that. 

"Just climb on behind me!" he practically shouts through the helmet. As you climb onto the bike, you read the model name "2022 Harley Davidson sportster s" 

You want to mutter "oh my god" as you climb on, trying to get as far away as possible from Jungkook without falling off the back. "I've never ridden-" you begin, but you're cut off when he reaches a hand behind him, pulling you by the waist so your body is flush against his. Your nipples harden at the contact and you're glad he's got a leather jacket on. 

"Obviously, you'll need to hold me around my waist or you'll fall off the back, where's your work?" 

You relay the address to him, then he starts up the engine. It roars to life and you can feel the vibrations of the massive bike against your core. You want to clench your legs but seeing as Jungkook was currently between them you figured it would be a little too obvious. As the bike pulls off, your arms quickly wrap around his waist, you bury your head into his back as well. You spend the rest of your 15 minute ride like this, though this motorbike was made for speed, Jungkook doesn't seem to be using it and you respect that a lot, as if he was trying to keep you safe.

When you pull up to your school, all the kids in your class have their face up to the window, pointing at the motorcycle as you climb off it. You open the small compartment your tote was in before handing the helmet back to Jungkook.

"Thank you," you tell him, smiling. 

"No worries, I'll grab you some oil today and I'll meet you back here at three?"

"You really don't have to, I've been a burden to you already-"

He cuts you off "I want to, I'll see you then."

He flips his visor down, kicks the metal stick that holds the bike up and starts up the engine. He drives off. You clench around the air and turn on your feet to walk towards the entrance of your school. The children pointing and staring wide eyed at you from your window.

You sprint down the corridor, fearful of being late, but also typing something into your phone as you go. Perhaps it was time to live life on the edge.

You change the name of the contact from "Neighbor" to "Jungkook" and type...

You: thanks for the ride this morning. x

You smile as you enter your classroom, the kids bombarding you with questions to which you didn't know any of the answers. 

---

It's lunch before you hear your phone buzz and as you're sitting alone in your classroom it seems like the perfect timing. 

Jungkook: damn, I should have known you were being too fidgety, do I make you nervous?

You: I was thinking about your cock.

Jungkook: Still want me to stretch your cunt?

you: maybe…

Your door opens and your boss pokes his head around the door. 

Great. Here we go. 

"Good afternoon Y/N" he smiles.

"Good afternoon Taehyung." You try to smile back, sometimes his presence was reassuring, especially after a long day when you'd talk about a student or an upcoming school trip, but right now you wanted him to leave you alone. It was blatant to half the staff here, and to you, that this man would hit on you 24/7 but you tended to brush it off, you weren't interested in workplace shenanigans. 

"So… There's this conference tomorrow-" he begins but your phone cuts him off by buzzing. 

He continues. "I was wondering-" 

Your phone buzzes again.

"If you'd-" 

Buzz. 

"Sorry Taehyung but my car broke down and I won't be able to come, plus I have tons of assessments to mark."

You in fact, had none. He didn't need to know that.

"Ah, no worries." 

And this is where you make your mistake, because in the hopes of getting him to leave by seeming uninterested in his conversation, you pick up your phone and open the messages from Jungkook. It's him jerking off, and it starts up instantly, luckily your phone is on silent but there's something so so unprofessional about sitting here, watching your neighbor jerk off in front of your boss. Something so exhilarating. 

You: my boss is right in front of me.

Jungkook: you like that?

You: he asked me out. I said I would be busy tomorrow.

Jungkook: if you intend to spend it around my dick then you will be.

You clench your legs together, wishing you could appreciate the video without Taehyung's presence. When you look up, he's gone. Guilt overwhelmed your body, you didn't mean to be rude. 

---

Jungkook felt nothing but butterflies watching you wave goodbye to your students before catching the helmet he threw to you and putting it onto your head. Your body so flush to his was honestly a dream and all he wanted to do was either fuck you over the back of the bike right now or wrap you in bubble wrapper so nothing could hurt you on the journey home. His dramatic difference in emotions was slightly overwhelming. What had shocked him most, was that you had known, you would have known from the second you saw him this morning, and you still trusted him enough to get on a motorcycle with him. Trusted him enough to bring you home too. He would do everything in his power to maintain that trust you'd gifted him. When he pulls up outside your houses, he jumps off the bike first, helping you off and somewhat shyly, whilst taking the helmet from your hands, asks "Would you like to come in? Get a take out?" He nearly screams when you nod a yes in response. Exposing his house to you felt very personal, even if its layout was the complete same as yours. 

"I wish I could change mine up like you've done with yours" you comment. 

"You rent?" He asks, and you sigh, which he takes to be a begrudging yes. 

He leads you into his living room then runs into his kitchen to grab you a cold can of diet coke. It was what you were always drinking at home. Your eyes widen at the beverage, he reminds himself that although you know he was the one who sent the video you didn't know he'd been watching you since you moved in. He gulps.

"Thanks." You smile, so sweet, so pretty, Jungkook wants to touch you. "Jungkook, I have some questions."

He nods, knowing that this would have been brought up, he's about to slump down onto his seat before he says. "If it's about the video, I have something that might explain it" 

He nods to his upstairs, where you follow his line of sight. You're hesitant, and he can see why.

"I would never lay a finger on you." he tells you, filling his eyes with sincerity. "Unless you wanted me to." 

You must see the intensity in his eyes as you plop the can down on his table before following behind him up the stairs. "This better not be some massive murder plan." You say. 

"You've been watching too much true crime." 

This pulls a laugh from your throat that has Jungkook relaxing. Two minutes later, he's sat on his bed, watching you stare though his window into your bedroom. 

"Oh my god" you exclaim, shocked. "You watch me?" 

He promised himself he wouldn't lie to you. "It started like a year ago. In covid, when I was alone all day and you were working from home. Sometimes I'd just sit here and watch you tutor your kids, almost as something to do, I was so bored."

You turn to look at him, understanding on your features. He blushes as he says the next thing "The next thing I knew I was starting to care about you, a woman who didn't know my name nor that I shared this connection of loneliness with."

He looks you in the eye. "I told myself I'd go wherever you were, I'd follow you late at night when I was worried you'd get hurt. I punched a guy in a bar once, the one that grabbed your breast"

Your eyes go wide, you remembered that. "Then I got sexualy frustrated and I'd jerk off to you getting changed or you lying in bed. It's so weird, I know. I tried to stop."

Looking up at you, he sees that he is not yet expected to stop talking, so he keeps going. "The other night, when you spent hours watching porn, to have the most amateur orgasm of your life, I felt I knew what you needed, I'd watched it all."

He put his head into his hands. Speaking it out loud made it sound so much worse. He was so embarrassed, so perverted.

"I understand," you whisper to him. "You knew what I needed"

"Look, Y/N I'm so sorry, I understand if you need to report me to the pol-"

You cut him off by kissing him. Your lips are so soft against his own he moans into your mouth. His hands are on you instantly, pulling you closer to him so you're between his legs, your legs pressing against his crotch. 

You pull away from him, holding his face in yours and saying something Jungkook would never forget "For some reason, I trust you Jungkook" you sigh, turning away from him with a blush covering your whole upper body. "Want you to do what you said on messages" 

He smirks, pulling his lip ring between two teeth. "Want my cock to stretch your pussy?" He asks. You fidget and he knows that's good. "Wanna go dumb from the pleasure?" He's standing over you now, walking the two of you backwards so your back is against the wall. He kisses your neck, feels your pulse under his lips. "You know I can bring you that orgasm you've been needing" 

The words just keep falling from his mouth, pure filth but it seems to have you turned on as you throw your head back, gripping onto his bicep as he reaches up though your cute little teachers blouse to play with one of your tits, squeezing your nipple between two of his fingers. "What do you want first, Y/N. My cock or my fingers."

"Your cock, please Jungkook"

He nearly nuts then, hearing his name fall from your lips like it was supposed to, it was so clear in that moment you were meant to moan his name. "Gonna make you moan my name so much it's the only one you remember" 

He'd wanted to take this slow. Wanted to savour you and never forget your sounds but you were making that hard. "If you're so desperate for my cock first, where do you want me to fuck you?"

"Here" you sigh as he unbuttons your blouse, pulling it over your head, unstrapping your bra and attaching his lip to one of your nipples. 

"Want it against the wall? What a slut."

You moan. It's so guttural and from so deep in your throat that Jungkook's already hard cock twitches in response to it. 

"Take off your pants" he demands of you, worried he's bossing you about too much but you do as you're told reaching down to unbutton your trousers. He flings his jumper to the other side of the room and pulls his joggers down in record speed. When you turn back to him, you're pressed against the wall again, your body naked between him. You're going to drive him mad. 

Your hands are running up and down his chest, tracing over his muscles. "Really want your cock Jungkook" 

He groans. Looking down between the two of you to watch his cock rest against your lower stomach. It's a good job he'd masturbated earlier or he would have busted at the sight of it. "Are you ready for me?" He asks you. Pushing your legs apart with his thighs and swiping a finger through your folds and applying pressure to your clit to test how wet you were. 

"Been dripping since you sent me that video earlier" you admit to him. 

"I'll go slow, I don't want to hurt you." He grips the base of his cock, using his hand to guide himself through your folds, beginning to push up into you gently. You collapse forward, using Jungkook's body to support you, biting onto his shoulder trying to keep from shouting out. "I'm stretching your cunt so well, told you I would"  

You felt exquisite around his cock, so warm and tight and wet. "Tell me I feel good," Jungkook urges you. Wanting to hear some praise. 

"You fit so well. Feel so good. You're so big" you tell him all at once, he'd fully bottomed out now, his hip bones touching your stomach. 

"Does it hurt?" He asks you and you shake your head. "Let me see your face" you fall back against the wall, detaching your mouth from Jungkook's shoulder and appreciating the mark you'd left there.

"Gonna move now" he warns you, pulling all the way out before pushing back in again, only watching your face contort into pleasure, your eyebrows pulling together. "You're so beautiful, Y/N" he peppers kisses across your face and nose. 

He could hardly believe you were wrapped around his cock right now. This had been everything he had wanted and more. There was one problem, now that Jungkook had you once, he would never know how to let go of you again. He couldn’t see anything beyond you in his future. He’s pulled back to reality with your hand gripping his bicep. You’re moaning his name “My gosh Jungkook please don’t stop” you tell him, he was never going to stop, he’d do whatever you wanted him to do if you just asked. Fuck you forever if you needed him too. 

"Fuck, Jungkook I'm so close" his name falling from your lips was like a promise, his name was meant for your lips.

"Where do you want me?" He asks you, worry in his features, he'd forgotten about a condom. 

"Don't worry" you tell him, caressing his face in your hands. "I'm on the pill and clean"

For a moment, Jungkook was disappointed, he wanted to fill you with his seed, you'd be all his then, if you were full of his child, everyone would know he had planted it there. God, he needed to sort his thoughts out. "I'm clean too" he tells you, his last check up had been years ago but he hadn't had sex since. "I'm close" he groans. "Cum with me Y/N"

"Can't hold it Jungkook" you whine, your hands leaving his face and scratching down his chest, you place your hand over his abs, feeling them twitch under your hands as he thrusts into you. 

"Be a good girl Y/N, hold it." He demands of you. He's so proud when you do as you're told, gripping onto his shoulders as a distraction. "We cum together on one okay?"

You nod, but Jungkook sees your eyes widen in panic. "Five" 

He reaches down, playing with your clit and smiling when you try to squirm away.

"Four"

Jungkook moves a hand away from your waist, using it to pull roughly at one of your tits. Your eyes watering.

"Three"

"Jungkook, please." You beg, he ignores you.

"Two" he smirks. It was so good having you in his control.

"One"

He watches as your eyes roll back, his cock being sucked into your pussy as it twitches and squeezes around him. His cum shooting into you and hitting your cervix makes you shake. You can hardly hold yourself up anymore. Legs shaking, hands gripping onto Jungkook's ass, holding him deep inside of you, you're completely spent out. 

"Shit" you mumble, still twitching. Jungkook uses his thumb against your neck to feel your pulse, he wasn't sure why he needed to feel the pace of it, how it was running, all because of him. 

"I did this" he reminds you, in case you'd already forgotten. "I made you cum"

"Mmh, all you Jungkook" He's holding you up as you slump against him, his cock going soft inside of you. "Never had a vaginal orgasm before" you admit, your cheeks burning, you'd always assumed it was a fault you had, you'd faked so many times.

"I'll always make you cum" he said. "It's my main priority." he runs a thumb over your cheek, smiling softly when he says  "You're my main priority now, i'll make sure you're always comfortable, and cumming"

[munson-blurbs]

Oh my god you’re back! I was literally thinking of your perv!Eddie and best friend!reader and went to check if you’d appear in search and got so excited when I saw you did! I know it’s not the right season, but could I request something for them and maybe a pool or lake day?

Your wish is my command! This turned into complete and utter smut without a plot and I'm sorry 😩

Warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), public sex, unprotected p in v (use a condom pls), reader wears a bikini, language

WC: 1.6k

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"Please can you take me to the lake?" you whine, fanning yourself with your hand. You and Eddie are sitting on the floor of your living room, an old black-and-white movie playing on the TV in front of you. "It's so hot outside!"

Eddie grins. "Of course, sweetheart." He would like nothing more than to bring you to the lake; hell, he'd drive to the goddamn Pacific Ocean if it meant seeing you in a bikini.

"Yay!" You throw your arms around him, your chest pressing against his arm. "You're the best, I swear. Let me just change real quick, okay?"

He nods, swallowing thickly. The thought of you stripping down to nothing has his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Black or purple?" Your voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he looks over to see a bikini in each color pinched between your fingers.

"Wha--oh. Um, black, I guess," he stammers. "Yeah, black's good."

You nod, placing the purple one back in your drawer. "I'll just need help tying the strings, if you don't mind." With that, you disappear into your bathroom.

"O-or you can just leave it untied!" He tries to make it sound like a joke, but he's completely serious. He palms himself over his jeans just thinking about it.

You laugh from behind the bathroom door. "You'd love that," you tease.

Yeah, I fuckin' would, Eddie thinks. He's about to bolt for the second floor bathroom so he can rub one out when he hears the doorknob turn. You step out, hands over your breasts, keeping your top up. He's never wished for your fingers to slip more than he does now.

"A little help here, Eds?" you ask, and it takes him a moment to process your request. He takes the ties and makes them into a bow at the nape of your neck, and you can feel his hard cock against your bare thigh. "Don't make it too loose; I don't want it to fall off."

Christ.

You slip on a pair of denim shorts, much to Eddie's chagrin, but you leave your chest covered only by the small bikini top. He can't help but stare at your cleavage, amplified by the padding. Shit, he just wants to fuck your tits so badly.

"Y'okay?" you place your hand on his bicep when you ask, and he swears he's about to blow his load right then and there.

"'M fine," he mutters. "Let's just go to the lake and cool off."

It's not until Eddie's rattling old van pulls up to the lake that he realizes he doesn't have a swimsuit.

"I can just sit on the rocks, y'know, chill out" he says, grateful for an excuse to keep his erection clad beneath his pants.

You're not having any of it. "Nah, just go swimming in your boxers!" When he groans, you roll your eyes with a giggle. "C'mon, I'm practically naked in this. You can be in your underwear." And with that, you slip out of your shorts, revealing thighs that Eddie would beg to be between, and jump off the dock into the water.

Eddie practically throws off his white sneakers and quickly strips off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly to the side. You sneak a peek at him; his lean body is littered with tattoos, and he grins when he catches you staring.

"Like what you see?" He always keeps his humorous tone, but you're genuine when you nod, blush creeping across your cheeks.

"Oh?" he questions, not expecting that response. "What do you like about it?" He does a cannonball into the lake, splashing you as he makes impact.

"Eddie!" you gasp.

He pouts. "What's the matter? Did I get you all wet?" He swims over to where you're treading water and tilts your chin up at him. "Poor thing."

You use your weightlessness to your advantage, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

"To answer your question," you say, looking straight into his deep brown eyes, "I like every...last...inch of your body." You feel his grip tighten on your lower back, a growl emanating from his throat.

"Don't tease me, princess," he groans. "Don't say that unless you mean it." His lips are at your neck, waiting for your reply.

"You're so pretty when you're needy," you whisper in his ear. You feel him press wet, harsh kisses along your throat, pawing at the strings he tied just 20 minutes earlier. The top peels down, revealing your hardened nipples. Eddie takes one in his mouth and sucks on it, feeling it pebble over his tongue. His thumb flicks over the other one, groping you clumsily.

"Eddie," you breathe out, "we can't do this here. What if someone sees?"

Eddie pulls his lips off of your skin and laughs. "Been showin' off for me all damn day, and now you're tryin' to be modest?"

"Showing off for you, Eds. Only you. Don't want anyone else seeing me like this."

He moans at this, glancing around desperately to find a place to go. "Come with me, baby." You both swim to the dock as fast as you can, and you fold your arms over your bare chest as soon as you get out of the water. Eddie rips the bikini top that's now gathered at your hips and tucks it into the waistband of his boxers.

He leads you over to a secluded area behind Skull Rock. As soon as you're both out of the line of vision for any passersby, you reach into his underwear and pull out his hard length.

"Want me to suck it?" you bat your eyelashes innocently, biting your lip when Eddie just nods. "Nuh-uh, pretty boy. Need you to beg me."

"Get on your knees and suck me off, princess," he whimpers, and you do as you're told. You lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the pink tip, already dripping with precum.

"So big," you muse. "Look how massive you are compared to my hand." You punctuate your point by wrapping your fingers around his cock. "How am I gonna fit all this inside me?"

He whines at your dirty talk, throwing his head back as you hollow out your cheeks and take his full length between your lips. "S'good," he murmurs between moans. "Love seeing you full of me."

Spit dribbles down your chin as he bucks into you, hitting the back of your throat. He feels his release threatening, and he pulls out of your mouth.

"Why'd you stop?" you jut out your lower lip. "I was just getting started."

"I was gonna cum, and I--I need this pussy." He takes your hand, pulling you off of the ground, and immediately assumes the same position you were in. You stop out of your bikini bottoms as he tugs them to your ankles, leaving soft kisses down your folds. A tingling sensation spreads throughout your body as his tongue expertly finds your clit.

"Eddie--Eddie, holy shit," you whisper loudly. "Keep going. Keep doing that, faster, please."

He laughs, a hint of malice behind it. "Now who's needy, princess?"

"Me," you relent. "Me, I'm needy, need you so fucking bad, Eds."

"Mhm," he says, the vibration against your sex making you cry out even harder. "Thas a good girl." He presses one thick finger into you and curls it, pumping it in and out. "Y'like that?"

"Love it, love it, more," you plead.

"More?" Another mischievous chuckle. "Okay, if you insist." He pushes you up against the rock, hitching your legs around his waist like you had in the water. He nestles himself between your legs and slides his cock inside you, filling you up instantly. You hiss at the sudden pressure, but the pain is quickly replaced with exhilarating pleasure. "How's this?"

"So...so fucking good," you manage. "Wanted this for s'long."

"Wanted what?" Eddie teases. "Gotta tell me, babe."

You whine, barely able to complete a coherent thought. "Wanted you t-to fuck me. Wanted you inside me, fucking me just like you're doing now."

"Is that why you wore that skimpy little bikini?" You nod, and he moves one hand from your ass to your throat. "Words, baby."

"Y-yes," you admit. "Wore it just f'you."

"Aww, isn't that sweet," he coos, rutting into you harder. "But y'know, the best way to show me you want me is to wear nothing at all."

"I'll remember that for next time, pretty boy."

The idea of a next time coupled with the pet name has Eddie thrusting into you with an unparalleled voracity. You feel your orgasm wash over you, your pussy clenching around him as you finish with a throaty Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans. "Where d'you want it?"

"My tits...cum on my tits," you pant. He eases you down, the removal of his cock leaving you mewling at the loss. You get back on your knees in front of him while he pumps himself, towering over you.

"Take it, good fucking girl, taking my cum all over her. Letting me mark her as my territory," Eddie snarls as he paints your chest with his sticky release. He lets out a few more breathy expletives as he slows down.

"We...we have to do that again," you say finally, pulling on your swimsuit bottoms. You reach down to pick up the top, but Eddie snatches it before you can.

"Eddie!" you whine. "Give it to me!"

"Oh, sweetheart," he smirks. "I think I just did."

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[orchidcharm]

okie florist x tattoo artist jakemuel then 📝

🌼

"just do whatever," jake scoffs at samuel's hesitation. "'s not my first time."

"not your first time?" he responds teasingly, but without looking his latest customer. samuel's too busy going through pages of different tattoo designs, wondering which of them are pretty enough to mar jake's skin. "that sucks, i really hoped i was your first."

he wished jake didn't hear it. after all, pretty boy's fixated on his phone and taking orders for flower arrangements. jake's too rough to be a florist, samuel thought at first. but up close, he's able to see how dainty jake's hands are – soft, smooth, veiny, just the right amount of nimble to handle flowers. god, he's thankful to be tattooing him now.

"artist's block?"

"what?"

"you've been staring too long at my hand. no good designs come to mind?" samuel thinks he's getting dizzy. jake's turned his full attention on him, and the tattoo studio's never been brighter. samuel's unable to respond.

"honestly i thought you were gonna go for something childish, or something like this," jake takes samuel's wrist and traces the cowboy emoji tattoo samuel had when he lost a bet. "it's actually good you're tryna think this through, yeah?"

it's funny, because samuel wasn't thinking it through. there's just no way he's able to function when jake's in his presence, even more touching him. he's forgot to put his guards up.

sure, he could flirt his way out of this like he always does. but why would he? with the way the sunlight passes through the studio's window and touches jake's features the right way — there's no way he's gonna trade anything for this view. pride comes later.

he spends few more minutes browsing as jake takes a client call.

"found it," samuel says right when jake comes back, "the thing i wanna tattoo on you."

🌼

"you didn't lie about it," samuel takes a water break. the design he chose wasn't complicated, at all. t'was just hard when he gotta tatt while keeping himself in check.

"lie 'bout what?"

"this not being your first time. you barely moaned." samuel teases.

but jake's an immovable force. instead of feeling embarrassed, he tilts his head to the side and stares at samuel. "should i moan for you? you'd like that?"

samuel thinks this shit's unfair. he can pass it off as some silly joke and pay no heed to the man in front of him. he's just tryna do his job, so why, why, why, does he feel the need to stare back at jake? this was coercion.

they lock eyes. no one dares say a word.

meow. thankfully ryuhei's stupid cat was there to break the silence, the unwanted tension. he'll beat himself up for being so whipped later.

work first.

🌼

"ain't no way," jake holds in a chuckle. he stares at his wrist, checking what kind of art samuel's immortalizing on his skin. "flowers, because i'm a florist?"

"flowers because you're a florist," samuel says it back.

he's clearly not in the mood to bicker, eyes focused on the work he's doing. his lips already swollen from being bitten again and again, and he hopes nobody thinks of it as anything. save for the boner he's been trying to hide, he's just an artist tryna concentrate. yup.

🌼

they're finally at that stage – finishing touches.

it means samuel's concentration has worn off already. now he's hyperaware that their skin are touching, and if this were any other man he'd be fine. but it's jake kim. his high school wet dreams personified. fuck this, he just wants to finish. finish work, that is.

"i don't hate it," jake lets out a comment. he really didn't talk much throughout the entire thing, and samuel felt him stare at him a few times as he was inking jake's wrist, but he was resolved to pay no heed to it. boners come later, remember?

"you shouldn't," he's now cleaning up the tatt, full attention to wiping it down. this would've been a normal tattoo session if only jake's winces didn't echo on his brain. "like, why would you hate it? i didn't do badly at all. looks good to me."

"no, no, tatt is good..."

"yep, tatt is good. i did that."

"i don't hate it, you being corny like this," jake points at the tattoo. "i admire you being romantic and all, but you should've known you were talking to a florist."

and samuel's sitting there in his full tattoo artist aesthetic glory — leather vest, ripped jeans, black boots — flustered. it was at this moment he knew he was dumb.

he didn't think it through. fuck.

"gardenias, secret love." jake really just called him out like that. samuel didn't even have the wits to feign ignorance. time just stopped.

but in that moment, something bloomed. just like a fated scene in any disney movie, wind blows at the right time in the tattoo studio.

it smelled of flowers. such a strong floral scent lingered the air. jake, the florist that he is, looks in the direction of where the flowers are.

"oh."

samuel stares at the flowers. he didn't even notice jake brought anything when he entered the studio. but he knows it's from jake, all too familiar with the flower shop's branding and style.

"gardenias too."

i got tired to finish properly

ty 4 prompt i love u @nivotron

[franks-unholy-confessional]

play wrestling with frank oh my god that’s got me feeling things… he’d get so turned on from being a little rough and getting to manhandle me a bit. he’s definitely strong as fuck (and stronger than me) so the power dynamic would be amazing.. by the time he shoves his cock in my mouth it’s already dripping with precum.

Oh. Anon. Just thinking about rolling around on the bed, or on the couch, or on a rug on the floor with him. Being physical, both of you using a bit of strength to test each other's boundaries. Not pushing each other too hard, no one's trying to actually hurt anyone - but when you let out a surprised yelp in a moment of discomfort from being pinned, you see something ignite in his gorgeous hazel eyes, and you immediately know things are about to get hotter.

"What's the matter, babe?" Frank huffs out as he readjusts his position, straddling you higher up on your chest, keeping you pinned but giving himself just a bit more leverage. "You don't like being pinned, huh? What are you going to do about it?" His breathing is heavy but not labored, matching yours. But now you've got more of his weight on your chest, his thick tattooed thighs on either side of your ribs, and there's not much you can do to try to wriggle free. He manuevers to catch both of your wrists then holds your arms up above your head, further confining your movements. He leans his face down towards yours, a playful smirk on his flushed lips.

You lock eyes with him - then stick your tongue out like a sassy little brat.

That may have been a mistake.

"Oh really...?" He shifts both of your wrists to his strong left hand, freeing his right. "You. Little. BRAT." each word is punctuated with a boop on your nose with his finger. "You really ought to know better than that." You squirm, trying to get away from the way he's poking at you, but he's got you held down firmly. You buck your hips slightly, arching your back a little, testing him, and he shifts his hips again. It's then that you notice the way his cock is beginning to strain more against the front of his boxer briefs.

Oh fuck. He just noticed you noticing. You're in trouble now.

"Yeah? You see something you want? You see something you think I should give you?" He grabs your jaw and pushes your chin up slightly, tilting your head back in a slightly awkward position, and locks eyes with you. He's stronger than you first thought, but he knows how to be forceful without hurting you. He holds your head firmly and moves his face closer to yours. "What makes you think you deserve this?" His breath is hot as he whispers, then nips at your lower lip, catching it lightly between his teeth.

You let out a moan as he shifts his hips again, grinding his hard cock against you, and he sucks bruises along your jawline, your neck, your collarbone. You can feel a damp spot on the front of his boxer briefs when he grinds against you - he's already leaking precum and that's all it takes to get you panting and whining at the thought of having his cock in your mouth. He moves his hand away from holding your jaw and reaches down to palm himself through the front of his boxer briefs, then pushes down the waistband just enough to pull out his cock and give it a couple strokes.

He shifts his body again, lifting his hips off your chest and aligning the tip of his hard cock with your open mouth, hovering just far enough away that you can't reach, can't yet wrap your lips around him, can't yet feel his length and thickness as he pushes into your mouth. He pushes his hips forward ever so slightly, grazing his cock against your lips, teasing himself just as much as he's teasing you. You can feel his tip barely touching you, a slick bead of precum helping him glide his cock smoothly, ever so lightly across your lips.

You're so lost in the sensations, lost in your thoughts, your wants, your needs. All you can think about is how badly you wish he'd just shove his whole fucking cock right. down. your. throat. Make you gag on how far he pushes in. Make your eyes water as you struggle to relax your jaw around him. Grab your hair and hold your head still as he fucks your mouth. Make you - "fffffffuuuuuuccck" You hear him groan and exhale and it's enough to bring you back to the moment.

You look down just in time to catch the sight of him shifting his hips back, pulling his cock away from your lips, and you see how the bead of precum strings out from the tip of his cock to your lips. His mouth hanging open, a look of awe and desire on his face as you feel him grab a hold of your hair and shift his hips back up toward your face. Lining his cock up with your lips, already slick with his precum, he pushes into your mouth and you know that you're both about to get exactly what you wanted all along.

Anon, you're so right, the power dynamic would be so fucking crazy, and you just know he's strong enough AND quick enough to make you really have to try to not get pinned. Fuck. FUCK. Play-wrestling Frank in his boxer briefs just landed in the Top Ten Frank Fantasies.

-BarbedWireRosary

[philanthropicfeline]

You sat there for a good hour and my heart was screaming. What was my reason for falling for you? You came to us with hopeful eyes. You genuinely worked so hard at every job given to you. But when was the exact moment? I saw you have a cordial conversation with a senior who gets on people's nerves. You were always so kind. At first it started out as a simple crush...but then I fell.

I hate that you had pretty blue eyes. Pretty eyes that would never look at mine like that. The more I caught your moments of love and kindness, the more my heart wanted you. I miss when we would tease Vickie for being so small and boisterous ❤ i will never trade that moment for anything. But as we got "closer" my yearning grew.

I remember cleaning the office and reaching for boxes that were perched way too high. (Vickie hated when people did that 🤣, gosh I miss and love you dearly Vickie). I stupidly thought I could reach them in heels but I was wrong. Then I felt warmth behind me and saw your arms reach for the boxes. Your cute koi fish sleeve tattoo made my heart jump as I turned around to see my personal bubble pop. I feel like you knew I had a crush on you. You'd purposely tease me in the hallways and you gave me little errands that felt a little too easy but hey, any reason for me to see you was good enough. But as time passed, I wanted more than teasing. I remember thinking, "if I ask nicely, you think he'd be okay with being my first kiss?" Silly idea.

Then I find out you're heart was taken and you were happily married. Our flirty moments became painful memories. I never want to be a home wrecker, that was my number one rule. So I decided to get over heartbreak the reckless way.

I threw myself into a dark debaucherous den of wolves and kittens. I "sold" my virginity to a sweet & sadistic wolf, all because I was dealing with unrequited feelings. The wolf took very good care of the good girl, your good girl, as she withered and dissolved into ash. I was being held at night and I was showered with kisses. Moments of physical pleasure I so badly wished I was receiving from you. All I wanted and craved, was to be your sin and soul. But knowing the impossible was just impossible, things led me else where.

After a night of intense pain and pleasure, I head straight to work in the morning. My brain was fuzzy and my body was numb and what do you do? You put your sweater on top of me...

The internal damage was done. I fought with myself. Did I really want all the darkness and everything it had to offer me? Was i just too heartbroken? Did I have any self worth? I wanted to cry from the warmth of your sweater. I was convinced that I wasn't going to find a love like you. I gripped on to your sweater knowing that I was saying goodbye to you and the girl who was madly in love and infatuated with you.

That girl believed in finding love and happiness with someone like you. She was pretty and goal oriented. Then I go and kill her off. I still have self worth, it's just a bit different now. My shadow feels a little more darker and it possesses more experience.

"For this wisdom, I gave my light"...I can never go back to being that girl. I know too much. My bare skin was embraced by passion and I enjoy the thought of it breaking because of that very passion. But in another dimension, in an alternate universe...had I been able to call you "mine"...orange sunsets would be a constant reality and not some rare phenomenon. Maybe in that universe, I'd hate being used as a cock sleeve for an hour or two only to return home to loneliness...Maybe the girl in that dimension is living happily as your cock sleeve and yours alone.

If I could talk to the girl, the me who's lucky in that universe, I'd ask her so many questions. Do you kiss on dates? Does he call you his girlfriend? Are you his wife? Do you share Polish Christmas carols with him? Do you guys travel together? Are you happy?

If that universe exists, I wish you both nothing but the best and unlimited and endless love.

The current me in this dimension belongs to no one. Freed from those unrequited chains, I only experience fleeting and flirty moments. I subject myself to being used and allow my vulnerability to be laughed at. I suppose degradation and humiliation are on my list of things that make my current me happy. If i had actually offered myself to you back then and if you said yes, I think that would hurt me. Knowing I was hurting a fellow female, I just couldn't bear that thought. I'm simply a hypocrite now. I broke rules I set for myself and now my moral compass is stuck. I only have myself to blame.

Kris, would you have taken my body for a moment's pleasure and then send me on my way home? I don't want to know the answer to that. Because either way, I would have been fine with whatever you would have wanted and decided to do with me. But why does it hurt when I imagine you treating me with love and tenderness? It sucks that it still kinda hurts thinking about you.

[iomadachd]

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats asked: Scar- Viktor

Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it- Letter S (accepting)

Viktor is no stranger to scars, both mental and physical. How could he be when he'd grown up in the infamous Umbrella Academy?

Even worse, he'd grown up believing he was ordinary, normal and mundane in every possible way compared to his siblings. He's been damaged by that for as long as he can remember. In a whole house of special people, he had just been Number Seven Hargreeves, the failure of the family.

While his siblings were getting uniforms and domino masks, Viktor had only had his school uniform or more casual clothes for the off-hours. Not that there had been off-hours outside of being asleep, but it had existed.

He had been the one to hold the clipboard and take down all the times, all the statistics, and all the notations. His siblings had gotten to practice with their powers and do drills and have tattoos. They belonged, and Viktor had always been on the outside looking in.

Sure, he understood now that all of them had been damaged by how they were raised, but at the time, it felt so very targeted, and all he'd wanted was to be doing the same things they were. He still badly wanted a matching tattoo, but he'd never tell anyone that was the case.

His dad had kept him out of a sense of duty, or at least that's what he'd thought it was. Now, he knew better. Reginald had only kept Viktor to keep him under control, and to ensure he wouldn't do anything to potentially destroy the world.

It hadn't worked, and Viktor had ended up learning he had powers, and that he was special after all. He was just too dangerous to be allowed to be special. That scared little kid had never really recovered from the shame of being normal, from being hidden in the shadows.

Maybe that was why he'd written the memoir that he had all those years ago. He had wanted to be in the sunlight so badly, and he had just wanted to be seen for once. He was worth more than holding a clipboard. He was worthy of love.

Everything he'd done had backfired in some way.

The book had infuriated his siblings, and the estrangement had really only gotten worse after he'd released it. He wasn't sorry that he'd written it, only sorry that his brothers and sister hadn't been able to see beyond their own reputations. He knew his dad had never read it, and that it had simply collected dust on his shelves. Really, Viktor had been surprised the book was on a shelf instead of in the trash.

Love. Love had backfired even worse, and he knew it was because he'd been naive, and had wanted to assume the best in people, instead of taking them with a grain of salt. He'd learned that lesson in the worst way possible, and he dearly wished some days that he could go back and do it all over.

They'd all tried that and it had failed twice over now, and the timelines were so screwed up that there was no untangling the damage they'd done.

He'd chanced love again, and that had failed spectacularly in not one, but two timelines. He'd lost the people he'd grown to care about who had truly cared about him. Sissy and Harlan were utterly irreplaceable in his heart. Sometimes, he resents his siblings more than he should for having to leave them.

He definitely resents Allison, and he wishes that he didn't. He doesn't resent her actions when they were kids, but everything from 2019 on? He doesn't recognize his sister anymore.

He will never not feel guilty for cutting her throat, but she has weaponized it against him, and so he's accepted that any progress they'd made before is long gone. He has a better chance of a relationship with Lila than Allison.

So yes, Viktor is very familiar with scars, and the ones that have been left on him, and the ones he has left on others, both physical and mental.

There are simply some things that time won't heal.

[tragcdysewn]

"at least it's the same general concept, instead of an entirely new shit show." if they had to adjust to entirely new tech, rather than the same tech powered by a different source, she'd be a lot more seriously worried, rather than laughing about the potential for disaster. "you're a psycho, you know that? i think you might actually be a psychopath, because that's crazy shit. especially because i think you can pull it off if you bat your eyes enough." danika was charming, and bryce knew it. it wouldn't actually be all that shocking if their whole group ended up with dead language tattoos of the same quote that she loved so much. and she would much rather continue that conversation than have to admit the whole asteri palace story to danika, when her mate wasn't even in a place to be able to reassure her about his well being, any knowledge he might have that bryce herself didn't. "i mean, i thought it'd go better than it did! i wasn't planning on getting caught." and gods, the amount of times she'd thought to herself that she'd wished danika was with her during that raid, wanted her best friend by her side as that extra bit of support. maybe things would have gone differently if the shifter had been alive for the break in, but it's not like she'd ever know. so she lets danika process for a minute, nodding when she's directly asked a question. "yeah... super magical starborn princess powers. and hel is apparently on our side, aidas and thea were fucking mates, can you believe that? i ended up in the homeworld of the fae, i don't know how or why. they all spoke the old language and everything." bryce shakes her head, her expression darkening as she gnaws at her lower lip. "i don't know for sure, but rigelus wanted me really badly. i don't think he'd kill them if he thought i'd come back for them." at least, that was the thought she was clinging to with everything she had. "we can work it out. i'll anchor you, just like we always planned."

"oh gods, them trying to handle a microwave or anything is going to be a such a mess." she could trust most of them to adjust well, but there were a few people in their head that they definitely did not trust to adjust well to earth without some serious intervention. "i'll find another dead language to get theirs tattooed in. everyone gets something different, it's like a fun little mystery of what everyone's language is." she knew bryce wouldn't actually go through with any of the threats, and if anything, danika would be right next to her, telling everyone what it actually meant. but all of that was so fucking unimportant as her friend continues to explain breaking into the asteri palace. "you broke into the fucking asteri's house, babe! did you expect it to go well?? how the fuck else would this have ended! you're so fucking lucky none of you died!" the fact that none of them were just fucking smited on the spot was a godsdamn miracle. she knew she wouldn't be that mad at bryce in a few moments, but between hearing that it was her idea, and that bax had been captured, it was a lot to process at all once. "you are the most reckless, unhinged, stupidest, genius i've ever met, you bitch. seriously? you just-- i don't even know how to begin unpacking this." she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to process. "so, not only can you one; teleport, but you were aiming for hel, and missed? where the fuck did you go?" because the teleporting wasn't even the weirdest part. somehow. "so.. fuck, you have no idea if they made it out or not?" knowing that there was no real certainty to if baxian and hunt and ruhn survived... it was hard to swallow. though the mention of the drop, danika groans again. "fuck the drop. i still have to fucking do that. i'm gonna have the worst fucking migraine trying to deal with all of this."

[jaycewrites-192000]

The Girl With The Tattoo

Pairing(s): Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Reader

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): Depression, Mentions of Guns, Reader Dies, Angst With No Happy End, Bad Timeline, Major Character Death, Manga Spoilers

Those innocent eyes That smile on your face Makes it easy to trust you

The first time he met her, it was like something in him changed. The girl who actually had the nerve to stand up to him. Only one other girl had ever done that to him before...

But this time when it happened, it was different. He couldn't explain how or why. He just knew it. He felt it, deep down. Maybe it was the way she spoke? Or the way her tattoo would stand out from her ultimately kind personality.

Oh how she was kind. Even after telling him off, she apologized for being "harsh" with him. He only laughed at the apology before saying something that, unknowingly to him, caught her off guard.

"I like you! Let's be friends, yeah?"

The smile she gave him made his heart flutter.

And just like that, it began...

If they only knew The girl with the tattoo Like I do....

After a while he began to notice things about her, that most people would overlook in a quick second. On some days, she would look completely worn out despite her smiling and cheerful mood. Then he'd notice the way she would carry herself at the end of the day, when most would be leaving. Other times, he'd notice the far away look in her eyes, as if she were staring off into nothingness.

It didn't understand it at first, until he noticed something about himself...

He noticed. That they were more alike than he thought...

He had no idea how he would go about asking her, until he just flat out asked anyway. Could you blame him? He was never one for beating around the bush when it came to his friends.

Thinking she would just ignore him or laugh it off, he was surprised when she actually told him the truth.

"Yeah...I'm not doing too good Mikey. I just...I don't know. It's hard to explain. I'm glad only you saw through me though. I would have been too embarrassed to talk about this with anyone else."

"Why me?"

"Well...you're different. You get me. It's sad and maybe a little selfish but, I'm glad I'm not alone in this."

Yes, it was sad. Down right pitifully depressing but...

He was glad he wasn't alone either.

Doin' what you doin' Just to get you where you goin' Yeah I see it, baby

He would only grow closer to the girl as the months went by. Not matter how bad things got, no matter how much she would distance himself from others at time, they would always be there for one another.

Even when worse came to pass. The day of Baji's death. Mikey was not himself. He even snapped at her, told her to go away...

It hurt. It hurt badly and yet, she didn't leave him. She stayed with him and comforted him as much as she could, despite his protests.

"I know it hurts Mikey...believe me, I still can't accept it." Her voice was as soft and smooth as silk. "But don't be like me Mikey, don't bottle everything up until you can't feel a thing anymore...please...Don't hide away from your friends."

He wanted to ignore her. To tell her she was wrong.

But he couldn't, because he knew that she was right. He couldn't ignore what was right in front of him. He couldn't go on like this...with his...hatred.

But deep down, he knew, it would never be that easy...

Just don't lose yourself along the way, no

So many losses. None more painful than the loss of his own sister, Emma.

It was like something in him snapped. But instead of feeling anger or sadness...he felt nothing.

Even after he promised it wouldn't get to this point. He felt nothing.

No words of affirmation could snap him back to reality. Not even her.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do a thing to save him now.

"Mikey?"

Nothing.

"Mikey I...I'm sorry...I wish I could say or do something more for you but...I can't. I'm so sorry Mikey..."

Still nothing.

He heard her, but he would not respond. That day he decided. She needed to disappear. To vanish from his memories all together. So finally...he spoke.

"Y/n..."

"Yes?" She smiled, the first time he spoke, was to her. It made her hopeful. But that hope would quickly die out with his next words.

"I think you should leave...for good." His eyes met her own, her heart broke at the sight of his dull and lifeless eyes.

"I don't want you around me anymore."

There. He said it. It needed to be done. This was the only way that she could be saved from him. If she stuck around, eventually she would leave him too. He'd rather it happened by her leaving willingly, other than being forced from his arms...just like so many already have...

"...Is that what you really want?" She asked. "Would that make you happy? If I just...disappeared?"

No.

"Yes."

Even now, she wore the same exhausted smile she's had since the day they met.

"Then, I guess I have no choice. If this is what you really want Mikey, I'll go..." She wrapped her arms around him, he didn't bother returning the effort. "I'll never forget you or the kindness you've shown me."

"Thank you for being my friend."

Cause you're doing what you doin' Just to get you where your goin' And I see it baby

He'd never remove the blood from his hands. The blood of the people he once called his friends. Their faces haunted his every waking moment. He never knew peace. His entire life...he suffered.

But that suffering paled in comparison, to the moment he held her life in his hands.

And even still...she smiled at him.

"I forgive you."

No. Why did she have to say that? Why did she have to smile him? Why couldn't she just hate him?

"Back then and even now...I forgive you...I thought, it would be best if I just disappeared back then. Never come back like you said...I even tried to off myself once." She continued. "But I couldn't do it because, you would always come to mind. I thought if I held on a bit longer I'd get to see you again...and look, I have...I'm glad you'll be the last person I see Mikey..."

His hand shook as his pointer finger pressed down on the trigger ever so slightly.

Finally, after years of faking her emotions, she cried. Yet she still kept the smile, but this time...it was the most genuine smile she ever gave.

"I love you...Mikey."

Bang

Just like that...it was over...it was all over...

And too many others gon' ask you to say I do But I knew... The girl with the tattoo

Blood streamed down his face as he looked up into the endless sky. Tears of an old close friend dripped down onto his cheeks. He begged for him not to die, but unfortunately, this would be his last day...

"Takemitchy...do you remember that girl with the tattoo?"

He smiled as memories of his departed friend flooded his mind.

"Y/n...I was so cruel...I'm sorry...I made you suffer...Can you still forgive me, even after the person I am?"

He would like to think he knew the answer to that. But he would not know, not until Y/n tells him herself...

"Back then and even now...I forgive you..."

Oh yeah I knew The girl with the tattoo I use to know...

"Wait for me....Y/n...."

[getitinbusan]

The Studio Sessions Part 5 Smut

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut. 

These stand alone but you won't want to miss reading all of them!

The Collaborators so far:

Taehyung

Jimin

J-Hope & Joon

Jin

The Jungkook Collaboration

You kissed Yoongi's cheek, "I'm going to go grab a shower and some clothes that don't have cum all over them."

He swatted your ass as you stood up, "Shall I summon the Golden Maknae?"

You scrunched your face in thought, "I'm not sure how we should approach him Yoongs, he's a bit of a scared rabbit." 

Yoongi nodded thinking the same thing, in many ways Jungkook was just a kid trapped in a man's body. 

"I'll figure it out, in the meantime you've got about ½ an hour of solid uninterrupted work time." You ruffled his hair, "I'll be back!"

_______________________________

Freshly scrubbed you made your way back to the Genius Lab. Just about to turn the corner you stopped, Jungkook, head down, was pacing back and forth in front of the door. 

When he noticed he was no longer alone his eyes locked on to you, his expression serious.

You kissed his cheek, it was smooth and his skin smelt like fresh apricots. "Hey, Kookie, what's up? Isn't Yoongi answering the door?"

Not skipping a beat he abruptly asked, "Don't you want to fuck me Noona?" 

"Oh," You stepped back, "what's going on here Guk?"

His ears went red, "Taehyung, he told me this morning about….what you guys did. Then Jimin, then Joon and Hobi and I saw Jin Hyung leave about half an hour ago smiling stupidly...but nobody called me."

"So you've been standing here wondering why you weren't invited?" 

He nodded, "I've been waiting for my turn all day, I even rubbed one out so I'd last longer for you." Reaching out he touched the fuzzy sweater that covered your arm.

So much for a scared rabbit.

"You placed your hands on his chest, "Guk, you were the prize. I saved you for last because I wanted you the most."

Looking up at him, small smiles graced both your faces as the distance between your lips lessened to nothing. It started soft and passionate but quickly moved to lustful and needy.

"I've thought of a million different ways to get you off Noona, how many times am I allowed to make you cum?" 

Your hands were wrapped in his hair and your breath was ragged, "Yes..." 

He laughed, "Are you that far gone already?" He shoved his leg between yours, knee slightly bent and grabbed your hips.

As your tongues explored each other's mouths he guided you up and down his thigh. You couldn't help but moan out loud as your clit found friction on his flexed muscle.

Dragging his lips to your collarbone he sucked hard, "Does all of you taste this good Noona?

Your mind was blank as you were quickly unravelling, no thought to the Big Hit security cameras catching you humping Kookie's leg in the hallway. He, however, knowing someone was watching, turned and smiled towards them.

"Crying out as you came, he held your body up against his. Turning the handle you both stumbled mouths attached into the studio.

Jungkook swung you over to the couch and grabbed at your legs to remove your pants. 

"Don't mind me I guess?" Yoongi frowned from his chair.

"So no problems getting him here huh Y/N?" 

Jungkook looked towards him, "Shit, is this okay?" 

"Since I already heard her cumming in the hallway it might be a little late for permissions."

He tongued the inside of his cheek, "I mean, both of you have been fantasizing about this since day one so... just fuck and get it over with." 

You knew he wasn't happy, but until he called it, you weren't about to stop. 

Jungkook got back to removing your pants. He either didn't notice or didn't care that he'd agitated your boyfriend.

Sucking two fingers he pushed your now bare legs apart and slid them inside you. 

He moaned at the sight, "You're so beautiful Noona, look at how they slide right in.

Putting in a third he cupped his hand. Rocking it quickly, his fingers hit your g spot, palm rubbing your clit simultaneously. He was already making your brain mush and his dick hadn't even left his pants.

As his right hand worked tirelessly to get you to orgasm number two. His left hand raised your shirt and he grinned devilishly, "No bra?"

He squeezed the base of your breast and latched his mouth onto your hardened nipple. Every nerve ending in your body was overcome with pleasure as he tugged it between his lips.  

Yoongi turned his chair to watch, you were unusually quiet except for the heavy breathing. "You okay babe?" He asked seriously.

"Uh-huh, yes...oh my god," barely able to form thoughts let alone words you were having an out of body experience.

He stared at your face, even screwed up in pleasure you were still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.  Sensing his gaze you forced your eyes open, both of you locked onto each other as Jungkook made you squirt all over the couch. 

The Maknae sat back looking in amazement at the mess he just helped create, "I... wow, I didn't think that..shit."

His breathing was heavy and his cock strained against his jeans but he still wasn't ready to please himself. "Can I lick you now?" 

"Jesus Christ you're a fucking machine Jungkook, you're making the rest of us look bad." 

He smiled his bunny grin at Yoongi's praise and immediately got to work between your legs.  

Yoongi came over and kissed you as Guk's tongue went on exploring. "I'm going upstairs. You don't need me here for this one." 

"Wait, what..why? Do you want us to stop?" I don't want this if you don't baby…" Jungkook froze unsure of what to do. 

Yoongi tenderly touched your cheek, "I'm okay, " he motioned to Guk, "this is okay. I trust you both."

Your mouth was open, yet you felt speechless. "Yoongi...I love you…" 

"I know baby, I love you too."

He patted Guk on the shoulder, take care of my girl."

The door closing behind him you found yourself alone with Jungkook.

"Are you okay Noona?"

You hesitated for a moment but made your mind up fast, "Ask me after you make me cum again Kookie."

Smiling so hard his dimples appeared and your heart melted. 

Resting his hand on your pubic mound he pulled the skin taught making your clit stand at attention. He stared at you as he teased it with just the pointed tip of his tongue.

Your body jumped, "It's too much Kookie!"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked while he kept naughtily flicking it.

"God, no, don't stop...just…"

He switched to soft sloppy sucks and you were done. Convulsing around nothing you came again, the couch beneath you was soaked. 

Righting himself, he motioned for your hand, "Stand up."

He grabbed the blanket that had been thrown over the chair and placed it on the floor. Lifting his sweatshirt over his head he folded it into a makeshift pillow and set it on the blanket. 

You couldn't help but stare at his body. Lean muscle, taut, tan skin and tattoos that were rarely displayed were on full view before you. 

"When did you do all this growing up?"

You placed your hand on his chest and he put his over top, "Not soon enough or you would have been mine." 

"You shouldn't say things like that Guk, you might make me fall in love with you."

You gave his rock hard nipples a teasing little pinch and he moaned.

"Can you play with them a little Noona?"

You felt your walls pulse at his request, what wouldn't you do for him right now? 

Replacing your fingers with your mouth you ran your tongue over them, goosebumps covered his body as you suckled.

Letting your hand wander lower, his jeans still on, you couldn't take another minute of anticipation.

Grabbing his sweatshirt to kneel on, you kissed your way down his abs. Splaying your fingers over his soft pubic trail you unhitched his button as your heart raced.

Sliding the zipper down slowly, revealed his lack of underwear. He was still painfully tucked in as you reached in to release him.

Impatiently he pushed the denim down just enough that he freed himself into your waiting hand. "How are you so perfect Jungkook?"

He felt heavy in your mouth, big and smooth as your lips slid up and down his cock. Holding your hair back he watched. No pushing or pulling he just stood enjoying the feeling of your mouth finally wrapped around him.

Working him over hand and mouth in tandem he got more vocal. "So good, oh my god, Noona."

His balls were getting tighter in your palm and you knew he was almost there. You pulled him out of your mouth and kept stroking, "Are you going to cum for me Kookie?"

His head was back and his eyes were closed as he slowly rocked himself into your strokes. He moaned, "No I want to be inside you Noona," he pulled away, his cock so hard it stuck straight out. 

Laying back you opened your legs for him. "Do I need a condom?" He asked as he stroked himself.

You shook your head no.

"You're gonna let me cum in you?"

God he was so sweet, you nodded and smiled.

He got quiet, "I can't believe I can finally have you, I've wanted this for so long." Laying over you he was slow and gentle, almost afraid.

"I want you so badly Jungkook, please…"

He held your hips as he entered you, taking long deep strokes you felt like you could black out in ecstasy. 

"You feel so good I'm not gonna last," he was so wrecked. 

"Jungkook you've taken such good care of me tonight, let me ride you."

Wrapping his arms around you he rolled you on top. You held still looking down at him.

Fuck, you were fucked. There were feelings here, you knew it, he knew it.

Deciding the only way out was through, you smiled and went hard.

Grinding yourself onto his cock he moaned beautifully underneath you as your walls squeezed him.

Cumming for the fourth time you were getting tired and sloppy. Your hands were pressed to his chest holding you upright as your hips clapped together.

He began fucking himself furiously into you, chasing his orgasm. His closed eyes leaked out tears as he came hard shooting deep inside you.

"I can't believe you just let me do that to you."

_______________________________

Laying cuddled up beside him, he buried his face in your neck and whispered quietly, "Was it ok Noona? Was I worth waiting for?"

"I can't believe you'd even have to ask that Jungkook, nobodies ever made me feel that good."

He smiled shyly, "I'm glad. I was afraid I wouldn't be good my first time."

You sat upright absolutely stunned at his revelation. "That was your first...and you gave yourself to me?" 

He smiled that little boy smile that now seemed so contradictory, "I've always loved you Y/N."

Your heart swelled and broke all at once. "Jungkook, was I worth waiting for?" 

His strong arms pulled you closer and he kissed your lips, "So worth waiting for."

Laying in silence you couldn't stop thinking about being his first. You were perplexed that his skill level didn't match his experience. Then it dawned on you.

"Jungkook?"

He nodded

"How much fucking porn do you watch?"

_______________________________

Yoongi

[minghaoss-archive]

mercury• lee taeyong(m)

taeyong ruins you, in more ways than you'd expect.

1, part 2

"do not mistake this myth for love, that is a different kind of burning."

.......

Taeyong grants you every little thing you ask of him, be it his touch or his defense but you regret wishing him of something which risks you seeing him ever again.

Your head hurts as the memory sets in, the wine doing little to mitigate the choked sobs you’re accustomed to. This picture that you can’t take your eyes off, it’s all your fault.

A week ago

Hendery looks like he's holding in dragon's breath when he looks at you. You search his face, a thick lump caught in your throat. In the warm glow of the camp fire, his pinkish face looks beautiful, you think, he's beautiful, but it's a little to late for you to shower him in accolades.

In his twist of emotions of creased brows, swollen and bitten mouth, it's almost as if someone ran a stake through his heart, his fist is rolled up in a ball of pale knuckles. From the looks of it, you know if it were any other guy than Taeyong, he'd have punched a hole through their face but Hendery is only holding back because there was no way he'd go home with a few injuries and a broken heart. "Why?" He asks you, eyes welling up with tears, his voice rises and turns a few heads circling around the fire which resembles the ring of flame in Taeyong's pitch black irises. Taeyong watches his tattooed knuckles with much attention as if he'd put it to use soon. He rests his arm around Hendery's shoulder like they were the best of friends.

You shoot Taeyong a quick panicky look but the boy only pulls a sleek cigarette out and winks at you. As if he hadn't just given your boyfriend a jump scare not long ago. You sigh, he wasn't going to help you, you were alone in this.

"I..I.." you start, looking for words which might suffice for the pain you'd caused him. Your tongue rolls in your mouth, as if it had no intention of relaying any form of explanation for what you did. "Why?" He reiterates, squeezing your interlaced fingers so tight you're sure they might snap. "Hendery..you're hurting me." You whimper, you can feel the girl who'd been sitting in between Taeyong's legs stare at you with an inscrutable fear in her eyes.

There are a few of your classmates who watch the show with more attention than that is needed. "Well, you hurt me too." He says, his tone relentless as he raises his fingers entangled with yours. "Do you know what she did?" He says, scanning the dumbstruck audience you're amongst.

You look at Taeyong again, help me, you try to relay as you watch his face brighten in the flicker of a gaslight whilst he sets his cigarette alight with his spare hand. He doesn't look at you. Not once.

You let tears spring, and roll down your cheeks, your hand feels like it's being broken. You've spent the whole of your school life being invisible, unhurt, and away from the public eye. So when he's hellbound on dragging your reputation through the dirt, you feel like all the years independent of embarrassment has finally been accumulated and thrown at you all at once.

He drags each syllable of your name, holding your palms up in the cold air, he starts, his face twisted in an ugly snarl,

"She cheat-" Taeyong hooks his finger in Hendery's mouth and drags him backwards so his ear is pressed close enough to whisper. "I wouldn't do that, coward boy. I wouldn't do that if I were you." He takes his cigarette from his lips and drills its half lit head in the fabric of Hendery's pale blue jeans.

Your ex boyfriend whimpers, letting your fingers go, "but then again, I'm not chicken enough to be you." You watch in horror as Taeyong unhooks his finger, letting the poor boy's mouth go as he watches him fall from the theatrical show he was going to host. There's a black patch on Hendery's pants, there must be a bruise underneath.

He, unable to hide away from the embarrassment from the crowd he'd gathered, gets to his feet and attempts to leave. He feel like an actor who'd forgotten the lines to his own play. You drag yourself up and follow behind him, calling his name. He had hurt your hand a whole lot, he'd almost wrecked your image but it still didn't justify what you did to him. At least to you.

"Hendery, wait." You say, sprinting behind him. He doesn't relent in his lengthy steps, and you can hear the heavy weight of spikey boots follow behind you, you don't have to think twice as to determine who it is.

When Hendery halts in his steps, with his back turned against you and his palms at his waist, you bend down to touch your knees, catching your breath.

"Why did you do that to me? Was I not good enough?" He screams now, as you reach out to touch him but he leans away from your grasp.

You breathe in broken bits, heavily affected by the sprint. "You were, you were." You lie, attempting to assuage him. You're guilty, it felt terrible to look at him like that. Hurt plastered across his face. You did this to him. “I-I’m sorry.” You choke out, watching him grimace at the word. “Fuck your sorry.” He spits, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Let’s go back, ______.” Taeyong’s palm presses against your shoulder blade as he attempts to take you away. “Oh and look who’s here to bring you back. Your knight in shining armor.” Hendery spits back you, mocking you as he emotes his anger in a less than decent manner while shoving his hands in the air.

“You know what, I should’ve known that you were such a fucking slut.” You let your voice crack at that, “Always knew you had a sickly obsession with this guy, saw how you ogled him, freak.” You feel like someone had stripped you naked and pushed you in a crowd. What will Taeyong think of you now, will he really see you the same way as he did before?

“I’m not..I’m not a freak.” You whimper but his cruel words don’t stop at that. “No wonder no one fucked you for so long.” You hold your palm against your mouth, a muffled pained cry barely making past your shivering lips. Hendery looks unapologetic, like he wants to tear you apart with his words.

He eyes Taeyong, seething at the pair of you. A dry chuckle escapes Taeyong’s lips.

You should’ve seen it coming, from the numerous years that you’ve known Taeyong going around school with bruises, with a reputation of beating people into a pulp, a pulp that barely made it alive to see him again.

Taeyong lunges at the boy, his fist landing at his squared jaw with so much force that Hendery growls out like a wild animal. Your vision clouds as you fail to wipe at the burning tears that escape at a sight you can hardly make out.

You watch Taeyong’s broad back shift as he continues to punch Hendery’s face like it was something he had waited for all his life. It’s sick how you feel pleased with the way he’s beating the other boy up, however you berate yourself before this emotion overtakes you. You look back at the circle of your classmates and are relieved to see that most of them cannot hear you over the loud boom of music. No one knew what you did and frankly, no one cared.

You had bigger issues at hand, rather, given the pace of his hits, you’re sure Hendery won’t make it, not when he’s wailing like an injured dog. You attempt to push Taeyong away weakly, “Stop it..stop hurting him, you’ll kill him, Taeyong, stop.”

In the split second, you’re met with the acrid sight of Hendery’s bloody face as Taeyong rolls off of his body at the weight of your words, you knew that it was wrong, you were terrified of Taeyong. Was this the person you’d made love to? Was this the person you fell in love with?

You look at him in shock as you cradle Hendery’s bloody head, he’s holding onto you like it’s the only way he can breathe. When Taeyong leans in to touch you, you flinch way. Sobbing into the injured body as you hold it close to your chest. He sees the look in your eyes and recoils.

“I never want to see you again.” You say these words without meaning to, with a moral obligation grabbing at your throat, you watch the love of your life’s face morph from hurt to anger to stoicism as he walks away from you with the same bruised knuckles that fascinated you for so long.

He accepts your wish like any other.

Today

You look at the picture on your Instagram feed again and again again. Taeyong’s palms are pressed against some girl’s waist. His black hair falls over his right eye, an eye which is guarded by a freshly cut brow slit.

You wonder if he’s forgotten you. If he really knew that even if you had dragged Hendery to the hospital, that your heart was still with Lee Taeyong as it was that day at the cabin. You wonder if he called someone else his angel. If he could be call you his baby again.

Because you don’t want him to be someone else’s.

You wonder and wonder and you drag your drunk body up Taeyong’s apartment, you wonder and you knock.

As if he’s been waiting right there for you, he pushes the door open, not inviting you in. He watches you with his fingers splayed on his door. He’s wearing a glittery black tank top. One which would’ve made any other man look like a badly designed disco ball but not him-oh no, he looked like he belonged in this outfit, like it was his skin, like he was born in it.

“What do you want?” You wince at the icy tone of his voice, attempting to lean your head against the door but the man pushes it away from your access.

You feel a lump roll in your throat from the way he speaks to you, the mischievous glint in his eyes long gone, he does not look at you with the want he did before. This epiphany births a hurt in your chest.

He looks at your outfits, teeth clambering down on his now pierced bottom lip. He looks like he’s suppressing something you can’t make out in the low lighting. You’re dressed in a black skirt and a cropped black shirt, your attires are matched accidentally, your cheeks burn in embarrassment, maybe he really did think you were the freak Hendery accused you of being.

“I..I ..did.. not think it through when I said I didn’t want to see you again.” You close your eyes at the confession, watching as he looks at you like a predator would at his prey, you almost smile at this change.

“So?” Taeyong’s face falls into an impassive mask, he looks furious, those fiery ringlets in his eyes glimmer for a second. “I want to see you. I want to see you everyday.”

He nods, like your admission had no effect on him. “Thanks. Anything else you want?” You frown, jutting your lip out dramatically when he attempts to close the door. “I want you.” You whisper and the spark in his eyes appear. The omnipresent glint in his feautures is reborn, “I want to be your ang-” he pushes you against the open door and, drags you to him with the loops in your skirt’s waist.

When he kisses you, it sets your body alight like it did the first time he’d touched you, you moan into his mouth, attempting to push your fingers into his hair, which he presses over your head. His tongue is hot on yours and his body radiates heat like a tropical country would. He smells of gasoline, he tastes of coffee, he’s just as you remembered and just as you loved.

When he pulls away, you look at your feet, and he cages you between his body, his forehead pressed to the crown of your head. “I missed you.” He says, dragging the cool material of his rings along your exposed thighs as he hauls you up and wraps your legs around his lithe hips.

You groan in his touch.

Your stomach coiling, your intestines twisting in the warmth that spread out through out your tummy.

He drags you to his room, adorned by posters of rock bands you hardly recognize as he flings you to his gray bed in between wet kisses. He crawls over your body, kissing the base of your throat. You bask in the warmth of the severity of his heated touches, his mouth, his charcoal eyes and that scent of him that you missed so much.

You fall and fall into a pit so deep that you knew there was no going out. Taeyong had managed to ruin you, spoil you and every time he touched you, you felt like that Phoenix engraved into his honey skin, you felt like you might expode into flames.

Your hips roll into each other and the feeling of completion washes over you one more time.

“Ride me.” He says, his name you whisper in his ear. “I love .. I love the sound of my name on your tongue, angel, my angel.” He says. Your arms wrap around his neck and his mouth falls open at your lips, he whimpers, resting his hand back on the mattress as he leans back. His idle fingers squeeze your sides. "Fuck.. sweetheart. I missed you so much." He says, the bed groaning under your bodies. Your insides twist as you near your orgasm in a flash. Taeyong moans, his mouth on yours, hi fingers all over your body, as he kisses you with so much ardour that you feel like your eyes may roll back into your skull.

"Baby. You're gonna fucking drive me crazy." He says, scrunching his eyebrows upwards as he pushes his cum into your core. "Take me, darling, all of me." His voice is drops a few octaves, deep, and throaty, you kiss him again.

Taeyong always grants your wishes.

........

The night goes away in a blur, in the torment of the summer heat as your sleepy body sticks to Taeyong, the smell of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing is the only invader in his room. You watch him kiss your knuckles, you watch him look at you with love in his eyes and you watch his eyelids droop, with his tattoed arm wrapped around your waist and the sound of your heart beat resonating in his ears.

That night you fall asleep next to Taeyong, only to be woken by the obnoxious buzz of your phone, there’s a text which robs the color off of your face, ‘I know what you did.’ It says, the number anonymous. A video attached to the white box.

You press play with clammy fingers.

It’s the cabin, it’s the two of you. It’s a video. It’s your body. It's your voice. Your moans. "Taeyong."

Someone was out to ruin your life.

You sit up in horror, crying into your palm. The lift of your body had woken Taeyong. He narrows his eyes at the blue glow of your device. His gaze flits between your phone and your petrified face before he seizes the device from you.

You watch as he reddens in fury, deciding the fate of the now broken phone as he throws it against the black plaster of his walls. “I’m going to kill him.” He sneers, his teeth grinded together and nostrils flairing and

you know that, truly, this time, he might.

[jxwritesss]

I’m currently writing this on wattpad as well! @jxwritess

This is a Noen Eubanks fan fiction, I’m trying to spread my book around, pls share and help, it means a lot xx, my main platform is wattpad please read it on there if you find this and enjoy it!

New York. The only place in the entire world, where robots were being developed. Robots, that looked exactly like humans, and there being only one distinctive difference, a tattoo. One that said RA-H.

An RA-H. Robotic animated humans. These androids are helping the world as much as it is destroying it. They force people out of jobs, but in doing so create even better things then humans. Thousands of different political views, millions of haters and lovers. And then there's me.

Malia Blanche, 17, I lost my father, and I was the spitting image of my late mother. I only recently moved to LA, where my life was bombarded with these new androids, I get the concept of them, although I don't truly understand it.

Well, on with the story shall we?

-Chapter One.

Sunday, the day before I start college. A new life, a new story and a new beginning. I can finally pursue my dream of being a writer, just like my mother.

My mother attended John Brown college academy  , her department was romance, mine, mystery, ever since I was a child I thrive for solving mysteries, actions, you know in the movies where there's a fight scene, and it goes slow motion and they throw the punch of victory, thats what ignites my fire, the thrive for doing good, but in a dangerous way, I could always figure out who was lying in a movie, or who the murderer was. Maybe I should be a detective, but my flow comes with writing.

Although I was attending my new school in a day, I lazily decided to stay in bed until half 10, I needed to be at Realsons&Co for 11:15, to get my uniform fitted. John Brown is a very pretentious academy, and I'd worked three jobs, and poured my heart and soul into getting here. Only the best attend the Academy. I don't necessarily fit into the 'my daddy got me in here' well, obviously. I quickly slipped on my jeans and jumper, and slid into my most prised possession. Although it had been pre-owned. The Audi was my mother's, she put her heart and soul into the car, and I will respect her decision and keep the car.

I take out my GPS although I already know where my fitting shop is, as I pass it a few times on the way to my grandma's.

Carefully parking in the visitor section I leave my car, and walk up the steps, and enter the shop, the bell above my head dings and an elderly woman pops her head up and immediately smiles at me. 

"Are you Malia?" The woman asks putting her newspaper down and picking up a signing book.

"Yeah, I'm not too early am I?"

"Of course not, dear.  I'm Molly, my grandson Will, he's in the back, he will measure you up if you need anything readjusting or if you can't find anything your size. John Brown, Deanford and Attenwood are in the back left." She says pointing in the direction.

I thank her, and mentally thank that the place is practically empty. I don't like small talk, thanks social anxiety.

Walking through the back I spot John Brown uniform. A black blazer with red linings, a short black skirt and a white blouse and a dark red tie. Not too childish but not suitable enough for adults.

At the corner of my eye I see a tall boy sat on his phone, his eyes flicker up for a second at me, then back down to his phone.

I continue my search to look for the right size for my uniform when I feel a pair of eyes on me, it makes me feel uncomfortable and I start to guess that the pair of eyes is Molly's grandson Will, I mentally scold myself for being so awkward and pretending not to know that he's watching, when I hear his chair scrape my heart decides to do an athlete course and I pray he can't hear it from where he's standing.

I can tell he's now behind me, as I face my social fears I turn around and slam right into his chest, and in result dropping all my stuff, Will snorts, before helping me by picking up some of the clothes that dropped.

"Thanks," I say, grabbing the clothes from his hand and attempting to walk past him, but his arms stop me.

"Was that sarcastic or not?" He asked smiling. I take a second to take in his looks, he doesn't look as bad as I thought he would, but he doesn't act like a arrogant guy either.

"I'll let you figure that one out," I smile politely back, "I'm Will." He says moving his arm in a posh manner to let me through.

"I know, Molly told me," I answer, "I guess you know who I am?" "Yep, how could I ignore a pretty girl like you?" I mentally roll my eyes at the typical boy. "Mhm, well I need to get changed so excuse me" I say speed walking away from him, boys that make comments like that make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

As I turn the corner to the fitting rooms, I hear Will's voice once again, "I'm gay by the way," he says laughing, I stop in my tracks, suddenly feeling a bit stupid.

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Checking that I haven't left any clothes behind, I pile them onto the counter, where Will is now standing, he starts to put all my clothes in an expensive looking plastic bag, he looks up at me, "Sorry about earlier, I was just messing about." "No, it's okay, I felt a bit silly when you said you were gay."

He shakes his head and laughs, "most people do, well the ones that aren't stuck up with money up their ass usually do." "Well I'm only here on a scholarship, so I'm not one of them people," I say handing him over the small fee I have to pay, as the scholarship covers most of it. "Surprisingly so am I, I got accepted for Athletics at John Brown," I never really though I would but I guess I should thank the Lord, my parents can't wait to get rid of me anyways, being gay has a price to pay, apparently."

"Well, they obviously don't see the good person that you are." I smile at him, although I wish he hadn't of brought it up, I'm not necessarily the best at giving advice.

The bell rings, and a tall, slim girl walks through.

"Tanner" she says walking through right into the back without a second glance.

"I understand what you mean by stuck up," I whisper, Will chuckles and passes me my bag, the girl walks back and stands behind me, not even two seconds later she starts tapping her foot and complaining.

"Since when do we serve nobodies, Will? That's right we don't. Now move, thanks." She says pushing right past me and throwing her uniform on the counter. Luckily it wasn't a John Brown one, otherwise I might've just about died.

I quietly wave at Will and walk out, seeing a shining white Porsche outside. Seriously where do you even get one that looks so shiny from?

I put the bag in the passenger seat, still feeling annoyed about the girl, as I reach my small flat,   I lock my Audi, and read a movie poster about a girl going missing  with her extremely ill dad. Making a mental note to watch the movie later, I walk up my stairs and unlock my door, I make myself a cup of tea and order some pizza, as I walk into my room, I open up my laptop, and have three new emails, one spam, but two from publishers. My heart does leaps as I open the first one.

'Telford Publishing'

- Hello Malia, we are proud to hear that you are following in your beloved mothers steps. I have read your book sample, but I would like to offer you a potential job, and a tour around  the new              T Pub&Co. I know how much it would mean to your mother if you accept my offer.

Many thanks, Gary.

A potential job?? Could this be my genuine big break?  Hearing a knock at the door, I run over, wanting to start up a reply as soon as possible. Grabbing my purse I open my door to an RA-H

"Malia Blanche?"

"Yes, here's my ID." The robots light turns red as it examines my ID. Doing a robotical smile it's arm stretches out, grabbing the pizza I express a thank you and run back to my desk.

'T Pub&Co.'

Thank you for my sample! I will gladly accept your offer, please email with more detail about the tour and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. My mum would be so happy.

Sincerely, Malia.

As I send the email I let out a squeak of happiness with pizza in my mouth. Clicking onto my word pad, I let myself fall into the world of fiction, and let time slip through my hands.

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And that's how it is now 3.36am on a Monday trying to start a new story, anything to take my mind off the upcoming day, and the extremely embarrassing 'Tanner' fiasco.

I push my chair back from my old, ridden desk, and flop onto my bed, snuggling into my bedsheets, this has been going on for a week, for some reason I have no flow, the biggest writers block, I have stories everywhere across my room, started, just the plot, a thesis, a blurb. But recently I haven't found anything to give me that push. I turn and toss in an unsucsessive attempt to sleep, and as I check my phone it is only 4 am.

Great, no sleep for the wicked.

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Groggily, I turn over in my bed and look over to my clock, 6.07am. Throwing my bed covers over, I lazily get up and put on the uniform that luckily fits perfectly. Thinking about my email yesterday, there is nothing more that I want in the world then my writing to become known. Realising that I spend too much time daydreaming, and badly making pancakes, i'm late and have no time to see if I have a reply. Already. Typical Me.

Rushing out of my door, checking the contents of my bag to make sure that I have everything that I need I speed walk right into someone walking up my door, crashing everything they were holding onto the floor.

"God I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, wasnt looking where I was going." I look up and realise that, I wasn't even speaking to a human, but none other then an Android. It simply says, "No worries miss," and continues with its day. Those androids are the ones that Robert Morett himself created, word is that his son is attending John Brown. Although i'm here with a writing scholarship, I doubt he'd need any type of acceptance letter. He could just ask, he is one of the most richest people in America.

Pulling my keys out of my bag I speed walk towards my car, carefully throwing my bag in, and starting the Audi, before starting my drive I pull out my phone to the Maps app, although I used to drive past John Brown to get to school I still want to be prepared.

—

Pulling up at the academy, I notice a few eyes staring at the jet black Audi with the tinted windows, they're probably expected a drop dead gorgeous girl, or the sexiest guy

to walk out, but in all honesty I'm neither.

Turning off my car and stepping out the eyes are suddenly averted to another jet black car, most likely a gorgeous boy or girl in it.

My mind wavered at wondering whether I should stay and stare at the person in black, or be late to my lecture.

Achieving my dream comes first.

I promised my mother that I'd focus on my work, and not get distracted. I intend on keeping that promise.

[whumpsday]

i only had one of em, so i also used some from the previous list to fill in the gaps!

Bite (from Kane & Seven)

Kane practically collapses with relief. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. Um, I don't think Mistress will be able to notice? I know you can't see, but your back is..." He turns, showing Seven his own. "Only a little better than mine. I wouldn't be able to make out the bite if I didn't know it was there."

Sharp (from Kane & Seven)

Kane hesitates, looking to Seven once again, but the man's face holds no answers as to what the correct choice is. Knives are more risky, he decides. Mistress could do almost anything with a knife. It could be sharp or dull, cut shallow or deep, could stab or slice or even cut things off. A whip is more predictable. It's the safer option, especially for a fragile human.

...

He carefully licks the wound he'd made closed, before getting started on the man's lashes. He really wishes he'd stuck with his choice of a knife. He's able to lick the wounds until the whimpering man's back is scabbed over and no longer bleeding, but it's much more difficult than the lines of a sharp knife would be.

Softly (from Kane & Jim BBU AU #3)

Of course Kane thought he was a person. Jim had taken care to remove every last trace of his tattoo, though the marks on his neck from the collar wouldn't go away, even after a decade. But Kane wouldn't be able to see that under his turtleneck.

"It's alright," he said softly. The words 913 had wanted to hear so, so badly. "I'm Jim. I knew you before."

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got the next words from counting the most common words in my WIPs! your words are: Please, Back, Know, and Blood. anyone who wants to can play!

Word find tag game

Thank you @verkja for tagging me ^_^

Words given to me were: dirt, sharp, intricate, and softly

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Dirt (said twice 😳)

Her hair was matted badly, and Ratty didn’t know if it was mostly just dirt that could be washed out or if it was so badly tangled she’d have to get it cut. Either way it did not look comfortable at all. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her nails were long with dirt buried under them.

Sharp

Ratty’s hands went up slowly, they tipped their face down while keeping a steady voice, “Whoa now Big Guy, I think there's been a mistake. I’m not here to hurt anyone, let alone the little Imp… So… You’ll put them down, yeah?” They kept their sight sharp on him.

Intricate (oh god old writing)

She read off a bunch of safety rules for Zyan to obey for life. Such as no harming another being. No screaming. No breaking things or causing any tantrums, ect. The list was fairly intricate.

Softly

Mouse started lulling after that, as if her head was too heavy for her to hold up. She stopped responding, and when Clarence shook her shoulder she only moaned softly. She didn’t flinch or move.

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(How this works is you find the words from your writing that was picked by the person who tagged you, then you can tag people to join and pick out four new words for them to find in their own works!)

Tagging who ever reads this post!! Words im choosing for you are: Smash, fight, seethe, bite

[starsinshadows]

firelightfables​:

It was a far bigger ask than Bucky knew, and Steve reminded himself that these first few days were rough. More questions than he could give answers too - or at least answers that were easily digestible - and a list of basics that would need explaining. He hoped they’d get to the point where a sideways glance was enough to communicate whole intent. But for now, he had to settle for what he had.

Eyes glancing to the pendant, he thumbed at the top of his bottle. Not opening it just yet as he tried to piece out what to say first. “You’re not going crazy. Let’s start with that, ok?” A tired smile came with that. “You’re actually seeing things. Which isn’t comforting, but it’s true all the same. We-I call them Shadows. They’re not friendly, and I’m afraid they’re only going to get more bold.”

Which was a segway into the hard part. “They aren’t new to you. Or to me. We’ve both seen these before, but…” And this was always the hardest part. Flicking the top off with this thumb - a bit of blue mist following the tink-tink of the cap - he downed a good pull before sighing. “Listen. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. And it won’t be the last.”

Eyes found Bucky’s, and as much as he badly wanted to focus on other things - the empty closet, the tattoos tantalizing peeking out, the tied back hair - life simply wasn’t fair. Particularly theirs. “We’ve been doing this song and dance with those things, with each other, for years now. And by years? I mean centuries.”

A hand ran through his hair. Feeling lost and wishing against all else that he had, well, Bucky’s hand in his. He’d always felt more coherent, more sure when he/she was there. “We met on a battle field, and it just went on from there. We were unstoppable…”

And they had been. A force to be reckoned with, bringing other tribes to their knees. Forest green and gold and blue, his sword clanging, her magic blazing; twin battle cries that answered each other like ravens. They’d decimated their foes, made friends of those who caved, and that first life these days was starting to fade little by little. But it had been a good one.

“I, well, I pissed off a god one day. And things went down hill from there. Cursed to always find each other, then be parted.” A hand waved. The actual prophecy cemented in his head, though he didn’t dare utter it. Words had power, after all. “I spend each life time finding you, and then we fight those things, those Shadows, until we die.”

Sighing, his shoulders slumped. Thumb rubbing at the label on the beer. “…I’m real sorry, Buck. I don’t know how to put it simpler than that.”

    Oh, he had no idea what he was actually asking, because the theory was one thing and the actual depth of the answers needed was something else entirely. Steve wasn't kidding when he pointed out that the fact that the shadows were real and he was actually seeing them wasn't comforting, though he supposed it was better than being crazy. The problem was that if he wasn't losing his mind, it meant that everything else had to be real, and that was somehow even harder to deal with.     His eyes flicked down to Steve opening the beer with a flick of his thumb and what appeared to be more of that magic made him clench his jaw again briefly, opting that moment right after to take a long swig of his own, like it might help in absorbing all of this. If it was real, that meant that Steve talking about centuries and things that James didn't remember was also real.     It meant that the things he'd seen and felt out on the sidewalk were real.     It was a lot to think about, honestly overwhelmingly so, but he waited it out, listening and absorbing. Steve hadn't done badly, so if it was all true, those years of practice having this conversation had done him well. It wasn't perfect, but honestly, how else could someone explain all this? It relied heavily on James' suspension of disbelief, but Steve had that going for him, too. James had already been having the nightmares and seeing the shadows for so long that he didn't need help believing in them, and he'd just watched the literal magic happen, a few times over, so that wasn't really all that difficult to swallow, either. It wasn't easy, but he believed what he saw and felt.     So what, it was the memories that threw him? Well, yes, because he honestly hadn't ever thought about reincarnation or what it might mean. It made for a long silence as Steve finished, staring at his bottle and thinking it all over, because it deserved to be thought over rather than given a rash response. Finally, he glanced back up.     "So let me paraphrase this, make sure I'm following. You're talking past lives, magic warriors fighting shadow monsters, and I don't remember any of this because of some curse from an angry god," he said, breaking it down far simpler than he'd have been okay with Steve doing, but Steve wasn't the one who needed the full details, and James wasn’t offering the details he had from the street. No way. "Okay, so you found me. What happens now? Will whatever you did to my door, the ward, last the night? And you said I'm somehow supposed to be able to do things like that?"

[beyondthebracken]

Main character(2) Giovanni Mehir (Tennes)

1) if they could choose a new name, what would they choose?

A name that sounds hot lol 😂, I mean my man has fire powers.

2) what’s a surefire way of making them happy? Getting the gang together and just hanging out in a quiet place. It has to involve everyone (Ehsaan,Veer and Ezz). Without one of them, he'd probably feel something is a bit off.

3) what’s a surefire way of making them sad?

That feel when your teacher says you can't work on a school project with your friend lol. Basically anyone who gets in the way of him and the people he cares about. *Cough* Asheerah👀.

4) what do they do when they feel sad?

1. He diverges his attention to something else. 2. Though when he is really extremely sad he attempts no.1 but ends up lashing out badly. 3. If sadness is severe does no.1 + no.2 + cries it out. *Thinks about that chapter* 😞 even thinking about it makes me sad!

5) how do they choose their friends?

For general friends: seems to go for the extroverted type, those easy to talk too. Tbh he is genuinely friendly towards anyone and everyone. Giovanni is a chill dude.🤔

For close friends: Has to share Common interests, needs to like having deep convos once in a while. Can be both extro/introvert.

6) what kinds of food do they like?

His mothers curries. Anything filling but doesn't make you lathargic at the end. Is a fan of seafood but hates raw seafood.🐟

7) who is the person closest to them?

His mother was the closest when she was alive(rip). Next I'll say Ehsaan. This is hard because Ezra has known him the longest now but Ehsaan just gets him if you know what I mean. Ezz and Gio clash a lot, so yeah Ehsaan, Ezra, Veera. 3 closest. I honestly love them all❤️.

8) what kinds of music do they listen to?

A fiery boy calls for fiery music. Alt Rock, Things like Linkin park.😎

9) if logistics and money weren’t an issue, what kind of animal would they keep as a pet? (includes fantastical animals like dragons as well btw)

A husky or a wolf. He's a dog person rather than a cat person.🐺

10) what does the landscape of their mind look like?

Squiggles lol. He's a chill person and it takes a lot to break him, but when it happens his mind just wants to implode. 👤

11) why do they like themselves?

He's mostly optimistic and a glass half full kind of person. People just naturally connect with him and he doesn't have to do much work on getting ppl to talk.

12) what do they dream of doing if they had anything and everything open to them?

If I told you, it'd be a spoiler I guess. In vague terms, he just wants to be happy. He wants to live a life with the people he loves. And wishes he didn't have to hide his true self. (Add that into the surefire way of making him sad lol).💔

13) what fashion choices do they make? do they go more for comfort or style?

50% comfort 50% style. Usually wears a tunic. Doesn't like full length sleeves so he tends to roll them up. Does it for the aesthetics too lol.

14) if they had to go somewhere without a map, what’s the likelihood that they would make it there without getting lost?

2%, Ezra's the one whose good with maps!

15) what types of people do they attract?

The FP type in myers briggs. Basically, the feeling type or the day dreaming type mostly.

16) what types of people are they attracted to?

60% similar interest 40% conflicting.

17) what is their greatest fear?

External folks discovering what he's hiding. 😞

18) what kinds of body modifications would they do if they could? (e.g. tattoos, dyeing hair, piercings, etc.)

Ear piercing.

19) what are they insecure about?

Knowing whether people are genuine with him or not. I think his niceness or openness is taken for granted a lot. And it backfires on him too.

20) how do they treat people/beings who have less power than them?

It depends on who he likes and dislikes. If he likes, he acts very protective. If he dislikes, he uses his powers as a huge advantage over them. ⚔️

Alright done!! Why must I post always at 3am!? Lol. Thank you for sharing btw, I had a lot of fun doing it. I'm going to do it with all the other three I guess. It really helped character building for me.

Character Ask Game

Here’s a list of twenty questions for OCs so go off! 1) if they could choose a new name, what would they choose?

2) what’s a surefire way of making them happy?

3) what’s a surefire way of making them sad?

4) what do they do when they feel sad?

5) how do they choose their friends?

6) what kinds of food do they like? 7) who is the person closest to them?

8) what kinds of music do they listen to?

9) if logistics and money weren’t an issue, what kind of animal would they keep as a pet? (includes fantastical animals like dragons as well btw)

10) what does the landscape of their mind look like?

11) why do they like themselves?

12) what do they dream of doing if they had anything and everything open to them?

13) what fashion choices do they make? do they go more for comfort or style?

14) if they had to go somewhere without a map, what’s the likelihood that they would make it there without getting lost?

15) what types of people do they attract?

16) what types of people are they attracted to?

17) what is their greatest fear?

18) what kinds of body modifications would they do if they could? (e.g. tattoos, dyeing hair, piercings, etc.)

19) what are they insecure about?

20) how do they treat people/beings who have less power than them?

Ask Game so if you’re interested just answer a question and then tag someone else to pass it on.

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