#i wanna know how they all met & became friends ;m;;;

[loves0phelia]

the switch

Summery: Things doesn't turn out they way they expected after switching places.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Zach is an asshole, Rafe is a nerd, kind of cheating, grammar mistakes as always.

A/N: While using Grammarly there was a problem with some paragraphs so if there's something that doesn't make sense tell me thank youu.

Despite being identical twins Zach and Rafe Cameron had very different personalities and ambitions. They couldn't be more opposite. Zach was outgoing, charismatic and his confidence made him popular around the college campus. 

Everyone knew the hot and talented soccer player. Rafe, on the other hand, was quieter, and more introspective. Some would say he was a nerd and completely overshadowed by his brother and they weren't wrong.

Growing up Zach would always get the attention, the praise and the girls while Rafe stayed behind. 

You and Rafe had met in class weeks before you and Zach met. The teacher announced that the first project of the year would be in teams of two. You didn't know anyone, considering this was your first year of college, so when you noticed everyone pairing up and leaving the tall blond in the back of the class in the shadow, you decided to approach him.

“Hey… do you have a partner?” you asked and slowly lowered your books onto the desk adjacent to him.

“No.” His piercing blue eyes, hiding behind the round glasses, locked onto yours, and your stomach flipped, noticing his handsome features: the perfectly sharp jawline, long lashes that complimented his eyes, and some to-die-for dimples.

“Can I be your partner?” you asked politely and he only nodded before pulling the chair belonging to the desk next to him back allowing you to sit.

“Oh thank you” You blushed and sat down without further questions.

That's how you and Rafe became friends and he never should've brought you home, because then you met Zach.

“Hey Zach, I'm home!” Rafe opened the door to his house with you following close behind him.

“Hey- oh, you brought a girl?’ Zach said surprised after he rounded the wall from what you assumed was the kitchen and stopped abruptly. To say you were too stunned to speak was an understatement.

“We're just gonna study,” Rafe sighed.

“There- There's two of you?” Your face reddened noticing the two boys who looked identical staring at you.

“I`m Zach nice to meet you” He basically skipped over to you and grabbed your hand gently before shaking it. You failed to notice Rafe rolling his eyes next to both of you.

“Come on” Rafe grabbed your forearm pulling you away from Zach.

“You didn't tell me you had a twin Rafe” you mumbled as you walked up the stairs following him.

“It wasn’t important” He grumbled now in a bad mood. Rafe knew exactly what was going on in Zach's head when he saw you because he thought the same thing when you approached him for the first time. You were mesmerizing.

*Ding*

Zachsoccer23 just followed you on Instagram.

Eleven months later you and Zach were dating much to Rafe's dismay. You continued to be friends with Rafe, you were even closer now that you stayed over at their house more often, but he was never truly happy. He had to see Zach getting cozy with you, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, making you laugh when it should have been him. He resented Zach for stealing something away from him once again.

The hollow rumble of the family car faded down the street as Ward Cameron, the boy's dad, left for the weekend.

“I'm gonna throw an open house,” Zach says in the silence, making Rafe's head snap to his brother.

“Aren't you supposed to hang out with y/n tonight?” Rafe asked as he sat on the island in the middle of the large modern kitchen.

Zach sighed and turned. “Well, y/n doesn't have to hang out with me all the time.”

“She's your girlfriend,” Rafe said, brows furrowing.

“Look I’ll deal with y/n another day, I wanna throw a party tonight is that so bad? Dad rarely ever leaves. Can we enjoy our only weekend off?” 

“I guess?” He sighed not wanting to argue with his twin.

“We should make this party fun. We could...switch places.”

Rafe blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Zach was talking faster now, “We switch places. You play me, I play you. You get to live a little, enjoy some popularity for once, and I get to show people my brother Rafe Cameron isn't that boring and nerdy. Win-win!”

Rafe stared at him, his mouth slightly open. “Zach, we are not 10 years old anymore.”

“Come on live a little. You’ve spent your entire life being the responsible one. The invisible one.” Zach knocked his glasses down on his face playfully.

“You're a fucking asshole” Rafe protested, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“My point is,” Zach continued, unperturbed, “you’ve never had the chance to see what it’s like to cut loose. And me? I’ll show everyone you can be cool. Maybe I can even get you a girl” he laughed and pushed his brother's shoulder.

Rafe hesitated, the gears in his mind grinding painfully against the absurdity of the proposal. 

“Come on just this once” Zach begged.

“Fine” 

…

That's how Rafe found himself in a jersey marked with the number twenty-three, his hair placed in a way they were never placed, glasses long forgotten and with no jewelry besides a singular ring on his index finger.

Zach, parted his hair in the middle creating the usual Rafe bang and his fingers were clothed by large gold rings. 

Their house was getting filled by the minute. One story on Instagram on Zach’s profile and the entire campus was coming over.

“Hey Zach this party is so cool” A random guy grabbed Rafe by the hand pulling him in a friendly accolade. Rafe stumbled a bit not at all expecting this but he quickly recovered. 

“Yeah thanks, hey uh have you seen my brother?”

“Rafe? Yeah, I think he's in the living room talking with Tayla” Rafe quickly dismissed the guy he didn't even know the name of and made a beeline for the living room.

“Dude” Rafe pulled Zach up from the couch where he was sitting closely with Tayla an arm around her shoulder and dragged him away in a tucked corner.

“I don't want to do this anymore okay? It feels wrong” 

“What? The night is just getting started. I'm getting you a girl right now. You're ruining everything” He mumbled trying to avoid people hearing about their ploy.

“I don't care about Tayla Zach. And what about y/n? While you're cozying up with another girl pretending to be me she's still your girlfriend” Rafe tried reasoning.

“She isn't here right now though. Look, just take a drink and decompress alright? Everythings fine” Zach pushed the red solo cup into rafe chest and left, probably to rejoin his place on the couch.

A couple of minutes later you pushed open the front door of the twins’ house. The party was in full swing, the music thumping so loudly that the walls seemed to vibrate. You weaved through the crowd, eyes scanning for your boyfriend.

“Zach!” You called, raising your voice over the music.

“Shit” Rafe whispered and turned around trying to avoid making eye contact with you. Normally he would want nothing more than to look into your eyes but not now, not as Zach.

“Zach” your voice was much closer now, Rafe felt a hand slip on his bicep and he couldn't ignore you anymore.

“I really need to talk to you” Your eyes were shiny, as if you were on the verge of tears so he let you drag him away into Zach’s bedroom. 

You sniffled and wiped a tear that had fallen on your cheek, Rafe's brows furrowed, what happened, did someone hurt you? 

“I'm sorry I'm bothering you during your party when you're already mad at me…” Mad at you? Why would Zach be mad at you? 

“I just want you to know that I don't mean to be clingy and I promise I'll change if you give me a chance. I don't want to break up just for that, I love you” More tears fall from your eyes and Rafe’s head hangs low at your confession. How could his brother, his twin who shares the same DNA treat you this way?

“say something please” Your palm cradled his face and without thinking Rafe lunged forward connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss was slow but desperate. You felt it in every fibre of your being, a pull so magnetic that you forgot to breathe, forgot to think.

His hand rose to cradle your jaw, his thumb lightly grazing your cheeks. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with more confidence, more need. You Felt his fingers tighten just slightly against your skin, anchoring you to the moment. The warmth of his body, the firmness of his touch, the way his lips seemed to perfectly mould against yours—it was overwhelming.

A spark ignited, spreading like wildfire through your veins. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a collision, there was something much deeper. Your hands, which had been frozen at your sides, slowly found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you let yourself get lost in the moment.

Time seemed to stretch and fold in on itself, the rest of the world fading until there was only him, only this.

When he finally pulled back, his breath warm against your face, your eyes fluttered open. Your lips tingled, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath.

You touched your lips with trembling fingers, mind a whirlwind of emotions you couldn’t quite name. It wasn't the first time you kissed Zach but this time it didn't feel like Zach.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he said softly, his voice laced with regret. 

She stared at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“What?” The word was low.

“I’m sorry.”

Rafe sprang from the bed, his movements frantic as he bolted for the door. His fingers fumbled with the handle before yanking it open, and he rushed out into the hall. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and his chest tightened as if it were caving in. Tears threatened to spill, blurring his vision.

But He didn’t get far.

The collision was sudden. He blinked, startled, and looked up to see Zach—the real Zach, his brother who was disguised as him.

“Rafe? What’s going on?” Zach’s voice was steady, but his expression flickered with concern as he gripped Rafe’s shoulder.

“Rafe?”

Your voice.

It sliced through the chaos in his mind, sharp and undeniable. The world seemed to fall silent around him, the air thick with unspoken words. Shame clawed at his insides, heavier than ever. He couldn’t bear to turn around, couldn’t bear to face you.

Rafe shoved past Zach, barely registering his brother’s attempt to stop him. He made a beeline for the door, his steps hurried and unsteady. His lungs burned for fresh air, the suffocating air of the house was too much.

Once outside, he hunched over, drawing in deep, shaky breaths. But even the cool night air couldn’t ease the storm raging inside him.

Back inside, the tension reached its breaking point.

“What the hell happened, Y/N?” Zach’s voice was sharp and accusing as he stormed toward you, his finger jabbing the air between you two. “I told you we were done!”

The force of his words made you flinch, instinctively curling into yourself as if to shield against the impact. A flush of shame washed over you, and for a moment, you felt unbearably small.

“I—I…” Your voice faltered, trembling under his glare. But your words died completely when your eyes fell on the glaring red lipstick stains on his white button-up, just near the collar.

It felt like a punch to the gut.

“You were with another girl?” you whispered, your voice cracking as tears threatened to spill.

“Yes!” Zach snapped, unapologetic. “I told you we were breaking up!” The words cut deeper than you thought possible. Shame, anger, and heartbreak tangled in your chest, and you could barely force out a reply.

“Right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as tears spilled freely down your face. Without waiting for another word, you turned and bolted for the door, following the same path Rafe had taken moments earlier. The need to escape, to breathe, to find Rafe was all you could focus on.

You sprinted out of the house, the sound of your sobs muffled by the cool night air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision as your feet pounded against the pavement. The suffocating heaviness in your chest made it hard to think, but one thought burned in your head: Rafe.

Your mind raced as you tried to piece together where he could have gone. The flash of heartbreak in his eyes earlier, the way he fled—it wasn’t like him to break so completely.

Then, you remembered.

It was the week you first met him. You and him were glued together since you asked him to be your partner. The sun had been setting, casting everything in a warm golden glow. He had laughed—really laughed—as he told you about himself, his eyes soft in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Where's your Favorite place?” you’d asked, grinning at him.

He didn’t even hesitate. “The beach behind my house,” he said, leaning back against the bench you were sitting on. “it’s the only place I can really breathe.”

The memory hit you like a wave, pulling you back to the present. The beach. That had to be where he’d gone.

You wiped at your face, trying to clear your vision as you changed direction. Your legs burned, your lungs ached, but none of it mattered. You needed to see him.

The distant sound of crashing waves grew louder as you neared the beach. The salty breeze filled your senses, mingling with the lingering taste of your tears.

And then, you saw him.

Rafe was sitting on the sand, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head bowed low. The moonlight cast a pale glow over him, highlighting the tension in his shoulders. He looked so small, so lost, and it broke your heart all over again.

You hesitated, your breath hitching as you fought the urge to collapse. But then you took a step forward, and another, until you were close enough to speak.

“Rafe...” Your voice cracked, trembling as you called out to him.

He didn’t look up right away, but you could see his shoulders tense, his body reacting to the sound of your voice.

“Go away,” Rafe muttered, his voice thick with emotion. His head stayed down, his fingers digging into the sand. “I’m already embarrassed enough. I shouldn’t have kissed you—I know it was wrong. Especially when you thought I was him.”

Shame was curling around his heart like a vice.

“I’m glad it was you.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide and red-rimmed as they locked onto yours. “What?”

You hesitated,  breath shaky as you wiped at your tear-streaked cheeks. “He, um… he broke up with me,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “And he’s already onto the next girl.” You let out a bitter laugh,  “It was stupid of me to come here, to try and beg for him. I should be the one embarrassed.”

Rafe shook his head, the news hitting him harder than he expected. Not that he was surprised—Zach had always been careless with the people in his life. But still, the disappointment twisted painfully in his chest. How could his brother treat you—someone so kind, so genuine—this way?

“You deserve better,” Rafe said quietly, his voice firm despite the turmoil in his chest.

You blinked at him, startled by the raw sincerity in his voice.

“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze unwavering now. “You shouldn’t have to chase after someone who doesn’t see your worth. Zach… he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You know… I liked you before you met Zach” Rafe shook his head, the guilt in his chest growing heavier. 

You froze, your breath hitching as his words settled in your ears.

“I didn’t say anything because of him,” he continued, his gaze flickering downward. “He seemed happy with you, and I told myself to stay out of it. I thought I was doing the right thing. But seeing him treat you like this, knowing he broke your heart—I regret it. I regret not telling you.”

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from heartbreak.

“You… liked me?”

“I still do,” Rafe admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t think I had a right to say anything.”

“Rafe, I liked you too,” you whispered into the night.

“What?” His eyes widened, surprise and disbelief flickering across his face

“I thought you didn’t feel the same. So when Zach showed interest, I thought…” You shook your head, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. “I thought you’d never want someone like me.”

“Are you kidding? You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I was so mad when you guys started dating. Zach always steals every good thing that happens to me” he said, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. 

“I’m sorry,” You murmured.

“No, no, don’t apologize,” he said quickly, voice soft but firm. “It’s not your fault.”

His hand lifted hesitantly, his fingers brushing against your cheek in the gentlest of touches. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver through you, grounding you. 

When you looked back up at him, your eyes caught the messy strands of his hair. Without thinking, your fingers reached out, gently parting them and guiding his hair back to the middle part you were so used to seeing.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Fixing your hair,” you said with a quiet giggle. “I much prefer this Rafe.”

Rafe laughed softly, the sound low and genuine as his now-neatly parted hair framed his face. “You’re something else, you know that?” he teased, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. The two of you sat there, the sound of the waves was soothing as you simply admired each other, unspoken words hanging in the air.

Then Rafe broke the silence. “You’re not mad I kissed you?”

You shook your head, a small, bashful smile curling your lips. “I liked it.”

His breath hitched at your confession, his eyes searching yours with a mix of hope and longing. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

Rafe leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, but you didn’t. When his lips finally met yours, it was everything. His kiss was soft at first, careful and tender, as if afraid you might break. But as your hands slid up to rest against his chest, and his fingers tangled in your hair, the kiss deepened.

The passion ignited between you, a fire that burned away the lingering doubts and fears. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, letting the world fade until there was nothing but Rafe—the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, your heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. “Me too.”

“We need to go get your glasses back, you look cuter with them on” you admitted your breath hot on his lips and he only snorted at your confession pressing delicate kisses over and over all over your face.

[eclipsethemagic]

10 days to Christmas |MYG| |M|

Summary: One day you get a random friend request from a guy you don't know, lives across the the ocean and can play the piano. But what happens when the person you have been talking to isn't the person in the pictures?

Paring: NonIdol! Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Angus, fluff

SW: Dirty talk, name calling ( slut), praise kink, oral ( m receiving and f receiving ), rough sex, sloppy sex, size kink, doggy, dry humping

WC: 4,974 ( it is a long one loves)

Song of the day: winter ahead by: V & Park Hyo Shin

[m.list] [ Yoongi m.list]

Love in psychology term is very simple. It's a deep, strong feeling of affection. It can be to a person or a thing. Truth be told, you don't think the love you know adds up to that. Every relationship you been on for the past 20 years you been living wasn't like this. You never felt that strong force to be with a person, a strong force to do anything they need you to do.

You have always forced yourself to be perfect. Force yourself to be in those relationships because that's all you have ever known. That's until you met Yoongi. He was everything in a man that you liked. From the way he talked to you, to the way he looked. He was your ideal man, and truth he honest you felt that strong emotion feeling whenever you did talk to him.

Your friend, Taehyung, had his doubts though. When you first got the friend request, it was out of the blue. You just got in the house, taking off your shoes and on a face time call with Taehyung and his boyfriend Jimin. Jimin was telling you two about work when you got the notification on Instagram. Looking back at it at the time you should of known how this would of turned out, the way the message was.

MR.SLEEPALLDAY: hello :)

You let out a little snort looking at the name, before you can even type back the person sends another message.

MR.SLEEPALLDAY: i'm sorry but ik its straight forward but you are so so so pretty

You do quickly respond back ignoring Jimin's story time.

You: well first, hello to you too. second of all you aren't bad yourself.

And after a few months Yoongi and you became friends, he tried to win your heart somewhat from what you gathered after talking him for a long as you had. He made you feel complete, like you and him would be together. from the few pictures you did gather from him he was pretty, tan, had dimples, and the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. "You sure he's real? Like not some type of catfish?" Jimin says to you one day when sits down next to you on his couch, handing you a wine glass. You chuckle and nod, giving him a small smile before bringing the cup to your lips. Jimin and his boyfriend had their doubts. I mean it wasn't every day you see someone refuse to face time. But one day Yoongi sends you a picture of him walking. which you showed Jimin, who showed Taehyung and they did end up backing down after that.

"So you can play the piano?" A yawn comes out your mouth while sitting on the phone with him one day. It was about 12 am on a Friday morning. Yoongi lets out a little hum and you hear him move around a bit. "Yeah." His voice was a little raspy as he had just gotten up earlier. "I mean- I'm not that good." His English was getting a little better from talking to you, only a few words would trip him up. "Yoongi, i bet you are amazing." He lets out a little chuckle, it makes you smile just a bit. "I can play...now? yeah I can play now for you, give me a minute." You hear him get up and disappear for a moment. After a while he comes back and you hear him move the phone and piano keys. At first you couldn't figure out the song he was playing until he started singing it softly.

"I wanna know everything there is to know, don't you dare leave me nothin' out, no I'm gonna love you completely. Oh, show me a map of your soul. Every second from now, I'm gonna love you completely." Yoongi voice was light as he sung the chorus, the piano keys playing beautifully behind his voice.  After a while he finishes the song and you start to clap. You hear his deep laugh. "Y/n it wasn't even that good, no good."

"No it was amazing! What song was it?" You reply to him. He lets out a hum for a second before answering. "Completely, it is by Jaehyun. It really reminds me of you. Everything about it."  He sighs. "I wish, you could be here for Christmas." December has always been a bit rough on you. It's supposed to be a joyful year but it always beings your mood down. Which when Yoongi brings it up? For the first time in years you don't feel sad about it, actually it gives you an idea.

So which brings you to the present. Standing outside his apartment door. You're arm raised as you go to knock on the door. Three soft knocks. Nothing. So you end up knocking again. "Who is it!?" A voice is heard behind the door, a deeper one you're used to. You don't know what the person says, but you do head the door being unlocked and open. Soft dragon brown eyes stare at you. "Who are you?" The male says in front of you. You stare at him, "um- is Yoongi here?" The tall male stares at you, which makes you wonder if he'll ever tell you. "Who's asking?"

"A friend of his.." you mumble and start looking down at your feet. The coat you had on was making your back sweat. Your cheeks heat up when the man in front of you grumbles something before yelling in his native tongue. "Namjoon-Ah why are you yelling- oh my god." Yoongi and you make eye contact. It isn't him. Matter of fact, the person that's in front of you isn't the guy in the pictures. But he has his voice, that low raspy voice that makes your stomach flip.

You don't know when the anger starts to build but the moment you stare at him again a laugh comes out of your mouth. "You got to be fucking kidding me." You could feel your stomach start to bubble and your mouth starts to water. If you throw up right now in front of these two complete strangers you might actually cry. Yoongi continues to stare at you, his mouth dry as he swallows some spit. "Y/n, can we talk? Give us a minute Joon." He looks at the younger male and pats his back twice. The guy, Namjoon hesitate for a moment, he looks at his Yoongi one more time asking him if he's sure. With a nod, he walks away and Yoongi comes out the front door and shuts it behind him.

"I knew you would look beautiful in person." He smiles softly while playing with one of his rings on his small bony fingers. His voice takes you out of your thoughts. "You lied." Yoongi smiles drops at your words. "You lied to me. And all you have to say is that I'm pretty? Like I'm supposed to smile and act like you didn't I don't know fucking catfish me!?" He flinches when you raise your voice. He looks back at the door and grabs your arm and pulls you far away from his front door. He sighs and lets go of your arm. "Idiot, you fucking idiot." He mumbles to himself in Korean and looks at you again. His hands on his thin hips.

The more you look at him, you notice that he isn't a bad looking guy. With nice looking thin pink lips, and a button looking nose, even if he used his actual pictures you still would pick him. Which brings you back to the question that you have in the back of your mind.

Why?

He doesn't even give you time to ask that either as he speaks again. "You must be tired, come on let me help you inside." As much as you want to say no, your body is screaming for some type of relief. "Fine. But you will explain everything tomorrow." He nods and grabs your suitcase and holds his front door for you to walk inside.

Yoongi's apartment was nice, it has a sweet smell of vanilla and a hint of that dark wood smell. He had pictures of his family on his wall, and a little bit of decorations here and there. As you go to take your shoes off, you hear tiny little paws tap on the wooden floor.  A brown toy poodle looks at you, it tilts its head and walks over to you. It sniffs your feet and walks away. "Well hi to you too?" You mumble. "I'm sorry that's Holly, he's a bit questionable at times." You give Yoongi a nod and he leads you to the living room.

"Hyung who was that outside- oh." Namjoon looks at you, then looks back at Yoongi. "She's the girl isn't she?" Yoongi clears his throat, you feel his hand move to your lower back and he nods before answering. "Yeah, Joon this is y/n, y/n this is Namjoon, he's one of my closest friends that's supposed to be leaving." Namjoon looks at him with his mouth open a little and points a finger to himself looking shocked. "I am?" Yoongi nods at him and smiles in a thin line and points at the door. He moves his hand from your back and leads Namjoon out of his apartment. When he shuts his door and locks it he looks back over to you. "Let's get you to bed."

When you wake up the next morning in a bed that isn't yours, everything rushes back to you. After you took a shower in Yoongi's bathroom, you two talked. And he basically told you everything you wanted to know.

"I didn't think you would like me if I used my own pictures, so I found some random guy off the internet and used his." Yoongi looks down at his hands as he speaks. "But if this makes you-want to leave and never talk to me again I understand."

And when he walks you to his room he tells you that he hopes you don't leave. As you think about it just when he said those simple words your heart starts to beat. You sit up and look around the room. Just like his living room, Yoongi room was the same, with dark black furniture and blacked out curtains. His sheets smelled just like him, that oak vanilla smell. The smell was addicting almost.

You sigh as you get out of his bed, walking to his room door you open it. A tiny Holly is standing there, with his tail wagging softly, begging you to pet him. With a smile you bend down and pet the tiny dog. Holly licks your finger tips and when you pull away he walks down the hallway, as if he's trying to lead you to his owner. When you reach the end of the hallway you see Yoongi at the stove. His back facing you and shirtless?

You could see every line of his muscles of his back on his pale skin. His PJ pants hang low on his thin hips. You'll give it to him, Yoongi was built. He didn't have a lot of muscles on his arms but he had one of those sleeper builds- which is why his nickname was grandpa because he slept all day long if you'll let him.

"Well good morning." Yoongi mumbles and hold up his mug. "Coffee?" You nod and walk over to the counter and watch him grab another cup and pour you some coffee as well. "Thank you, for listening to me yesterday." Yoongi gives you a small smile and taps his finger on his cup before lifting it to take a drink out of it. You two sit in silence for moments. It wasn't uncomfortable either, it was nice. It gave you more to look at, like the way his eyes were shaped like an almond, they were so easy to get lost in. You also noticed how long his hair was. His black hair looked so soft that you wanted to run your hair through it.

Yoongi clears his throat, "how long are you here for?" His voice brings you out of your thoughts and the thought of Yoongi knowing you were checking him out makes your cheek feel hot. "10 days, like you said you wished I would be here for Christmas and I made it happen. I mean I had to argue with Jimin and Taehyung about it. Had to also learn a few Korean words to get here. Also another thing, did your friend not know about me?"

"Namjoon? Yes and no. I like to keep what I do in private actually private." Yoongi tells you as he put his coffee cup in the sink and then points at yours. You get the hint and hand it to him. "So I have 10 days to show you the real me?" He says as you watch him wash the dishes. The question makes you tilt your head and you fold your arms. "What makes you think I want to actually continue a relationship with you?" Yoongi looks up from the sink and turns his head to look at you. "Well, 1- you haven't left yet. 2, if you give me a chance I can show you..so much more."

"Just 10 days?" You ask and he nods and holds his hand out. "Just 10 days."

You thought Yoongi was joking when he said he'll show you the real him in 10 days. On Monday he took you around Seoul, showed you all the cool places he been and wanted you to experience. He even took you to his favorite river. It had to be only 11 pm when he dragged you there. You two sit down at one of the bench that face the water.

"This view is nice." You say as you put your hands in your coat pocket. Yoongi nods and looks at you. "I come here all the time. It's so quiet, which I love. No one really comes down here unless they are on a date." He says and he speaks again. "So I'm glad I get to show you this, because this place means so much to me." He gives you a small smile and pats your knee as he gets up. "Come on, let's go back." Tuesday he doesn't take you anywhere, instead you two stay in and watch a movie.

You, Holly, and him sit on his nice gray couch, a movie you don't remember the name of is playing. But you seem so distracted by Yoongi as he laughs at a part of a scene. His laugh was also addicting. So was his smile. When he smiled his whole teeth would show giving it that gummy look. If this was Yoongi's way of making you fall in love then so be it.

It started to snow in Korea the night before, the roads were covered in pretty little fluffy snow and it fascinated you. It also fascinated Yoongi as well to see your eyes light up this morning. You let out the biggest giggle as you ran to the window. Yoongi had just got done getting dressed when he heard your giggle. He walks in the living room to see you running to the window and it was a sight to see that made his lips form into a smile. Which brings him back to the present, he takes his eyes off the television when he feels Holly jump down from the couch. He looks over at you, as you both make eye contact he smiles. "You do know I don't bite right? You come closer." He says and you laugh. "You mean you can come closer?" You end up correcting him and scooting closer to him. Your shoulders touch just a bit and it makes your body feel hot.

Yoongi doesn't say anything else through out the rest of the movie which you are grateful. Every now and again he would touch your thigh rubbing small circles. One thing about Yoongi that you noticed from being here for the past three days was that he craved physical touch. From leading you through the mall, or when you two would walk his hand would brush against yours. You did bring it up one yesterday as you two were walking. "Yoongi?" You say as you wait at the crosswalk. He lets out a hum before looking at you. "You can hold on my hand if you want." His face reacts before his mouth. His almond shaped eyes have a sort of twinkle in them when you mention it. "I rather earn it." And that's all he says as he walks across the street and it has you stuck.

And the week continues on smoothly, until Saturday when he gets an unexpected visitor. It had to he around 7 in the morning when you two hear Holly start to bark. You could hear Yoongi get up, and mumbling cuss words as he walks to his front door. You too get up, pulling down your sleep shorts you come out of his room and walk down the hall. Two voice is heard as you hit the corner. "Mom, what are you doing here?" You could hear the irritation in his voice as he sighs. You don't know what he's saying but from how he sounds you could tell he wasn't too happy. "Can't a mother not visit her son?" A woman's voice is heard as she walks in. Yoongi shuts his front door and you could hear Holly spinning in circles. "Mom I'm not saying you can't but I have never known you to come without dad, speaking of him where is he." Yoongi ask as he takes his mother coat from her and hangs it up in the closet. His mother chuckles and bends down to pick Holly. "He's out there parking the car. I love what you done with the place sweetie. You look so skinny son have you been eating?." Before Yoongi can answer her you come out from the corner and the floor boards creak bring their attention on to you.

"Sweetie why are you up?" Yoongi mumbles to you as he walks over to you. His mother watches you two and she places Holly on Yoongi's couch. "And who might this be?" Her voice brings Yoongi eyes from yours to his mother. He clears his throat and you feel his hand on the small part of your back. You take a good look at his mother, she looked just like Yoongi. From the smile, to the nose he was a splitting image of her. "Shit- mom this is y/n, the girl I told you about?" And he looks at you and smiles softly. "Y/n this is my mom." You nod and bring your hand out for her to shake it. She chuckles and pulls you into a tight hug, which takes the breath out of your lungs. For a small person she had so much strength that surprised you. "God she's beautiful in person son. So beautiful." She pulls back and her hands are on your shoulders. She gives you a smile and lets you go and looks at Yoongi. "Don't fuck this up." Yoongi lets out a little whine and says mom.

By the end of the day Yoongi and you were exhausted. The difference between Yoongi and his parents was that Mrs. Min had so much energy, different than her son. She talked and talked, and she even made you two breakfast. His dad on the other hand, he was handsome just like Yoongi. A charmer like Yoongi as well which made you know who he got his personality from. As Yoongi opens the door his parents, Mr. Min gives you a hug and he whispers something in your ear. "My son might be a handful but he loves you. So much in fact that I never seen him act this way towards any woman he's dated. so please, don't hurt him." And you won't. That very night you let Yoongi sleep with you in the same bed.

"Can I kiss you?" You hear Yoongi say randomly the following Monday. You choke on your hot chocolate and Yoongi eyes widen and you feel him pat your back. "I'm sorry that was random." He mumbles and rubs the back of neck. You don't know how to answer him, it was like he could read your mind. For the past few days you been with him all you could think about was his lips, and how they felt on yours. Would they be soft? Would they be chapped? Would they taste like tangerines? Or vanilla? Would his hands land on your cheeks to hold you or your waist? It made your head dizzy to think about it. So much so when he asked and you didn't answer he got more nervous. "I-I'm sorry for asking forget I said anything!" Before he knew it your lips land on his. Just a peck. Your lips wasn't even on there long enough and it had Yoongi melting. 

"A-Again?" He stutters out and clears his throat. His cheeks were bright pink on his pale sugar like skin. You laugh and nod before being your lips back on his. Yoongi sighs in your mouth before pulling you closer. Your chest touches his as your lips move slowly. You were right, his lips did taste like sweet tangerines on a warm sunny day.  It was so addicting. Yoongi tongue swipes your bottom lip and you open your mouth just a bit. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste the mint from his gum he had in his mouth.

Your lips were so addicting, if he could choose a way to die it'll be from your lips. Your lips molded well with his and he could taste that vanilla lipgloss you had on. His hand slides from his side to your hips, he squeezes the meaty flesh and you let out a little squeal making him laugh in the kiss. In a blink of an eye you sit on his lap, straddling him. He lets out a slow groan and pulls away from your lips and he starts kissing your jaw to your neck. You're eye flutter shut as Yoongi starts to leave big red and purple hickeys on your neck. A small gasp leaves your lips and Yoongi brings his lips back on yours roughly. You feel one of his hands leave your hip and to the back of your hair forcing you closer.

A whimper leaves the bottom of throat and your hips start to move slowly. Yoongi grunts and brings both of his hand to your ass and squeezes it softly before slapping it. "Fuck. You look so beautiful like this." You hear him say when he pulls his lips away from yours. You stare down at him, his eyes half closed as you grind down your hips. Your clit rubbing against his dick. Yoongi mutters something you don't hear before you start to kiss his neck. His shirt was in the way making you pout and looking back up at him. Yoongi laughs and sits up a bit on the couch before moving his hand from your ass to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off.

The first thing you do is bring your hands to his chest digging your nails down his chest before you bring your lips back to his neck, bitting down on it. "All mine." You mumble under your breath. His pale skin felt hot to the touch when you being to kiss down from his neck to his chest. Yoongi watches, bitting his lip softly. Once you get on your knees you bring your hand to this crouch, you being to play with it slowly. Your eyes look at Yoongi face as he sighs and lends back, his eyes closed trying to feel the rhythm just a bit. The next thing he knows is that his sweatpants are down to his ankles and your mouth on his dick without warning.

"Shit- baby slow. I'm not going anywhere princess." But you felt like he would. Like he would disappear, melt and he would be gone from your fingers in a blink of an eye. You moan around him, bring him forward down your throat swallowing around him. You feel Yoongi's long boney fingers grip your hair, pushing you down making you choke. Yoongi thought about a lot of things, how he would die, when would he get married, would Holly have little Holly's running around, and he also thought about how your mouth would feel around his dick. Just like your kisses, your mouth was heaven. It felt like his body was being lifted, his soul being sucked out of his body and it was caused by you. His little angel. If you could die, he'll die like this. Your little lips wrapped around his cock, sucking it like a lollipop.

And you were taking it like a champ too. His thick long cock makes your jaw ache. But you didn't want to stop, you wanted to taste him, hear him moan your name. Because he was yours. No one could make him moan like you could. Spit drips down your hands as you continue to give the man above you the best blow job he's ever had. With an angle of his hips, and the hold of your hair, Yoongi moans lowly as he cums. You let out a whimper taking all of him down your throat.

The next morning you felt Yoongi's lips between your tights. His tongue flicks your clit, as his fingers work inside your sloppy center. Your hand finds his head, pushing him in between your wet cunt. Moans and whimpers leave your lips. "F-Fuck. Oh baby just like that. Please don't stop!" Yoongi groans at that, he brings your right leg on his shoulder and he continues to dig two of his fingers inside you, trying to find that sweet spot. "You taste so sweet." You hear him mumble in between your legs. You clench around his fingers as he goes harder and you see white. With one curl of his fingers you moan loudly cumming around him. Creaming around his pretty little fingers. He licks up your sweet juices before crawling back up to you and pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss.

You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue, your hands on the back of his head pulling him closer. "Open." Yoongi says when he pulls his lips away from yours, you do as he says, and he puts his two fingers that was once inside you, into your mouth. As you wrap your mouth around his fingers, sucking off your juices. "Good fucking girl." He praises you and takes his fingers out of your mouth.

Yoongi helps you on your knees, arching your back just a bit before you feel him slide in between your legs again. He groans as he rubs his tip against your wet, sticky folds. As he starts to slide in, a whimper leaves your lips, arching forward down and he starts fucking into you when he bottoms out. Each thrust takes your breath away. His thick cock hits every single spot you didn't know existed, splitting you open. "H-Hard. Please! Oh f-fuck just like that! Yoongi baby!" He starts to go harder, slapping your ass in the process. His hand pushes your head down just a bit as he goes faster. Yoongi could feel your warm walls clenching around him. "You like that don't you mamas? You like being my good little slut. Don't you baby?" You don't know what he said, but your body reacted like it knew what he said.

You two fit like a puzzle, a puzzle that craved the other one's attention. Yoongi could make you cum without even trying. It was like he knew your body better then anyone. "G-Gonna cum, can I cum?" You mumble into the pillow, a low moan leaves your mouth when you feel Yoongi roll his hips just a bit. "Go ahead baby." A few thrust later you and him cum together.

Waking up on Christmas morning was bitter sweet as Yoongi drives you to the airport. No words were spoken, and maybe it was for a good reason. The second you would open your mouth, the second you felt like you would cry. As much as the man next to you lied to you, he was everything you ever wanted.

When he helps you out the car, and with your suitcase. As you two walk to the front, you hear him mumble your name. He pulls you into a hug, a very tight one. "I'll miss you." And that makes your heart beat. "And I'll miss you too." He lets out a little chuckle before pulling away from you. "Did I do it? Did I make you mine in 10 days?" He tilts his head, giving you those dark brown eyes. You end up nodding at his question, before putting your hands on his cheeks. "Merry Christmas honey."

"And Merry Christmas to you mamas."

[yongvillage]

hi slaterrr <3 i love ur works, ur talented bb, i had a thought or two about dejun if ur interested

xiaojun who’s a loser and keeps to himself mostly, nerdy nd gets picked on, but jerks off to your pics when he’s alone, stealing ur sweatshirt that u left in class and stroking himself in his room to the scent of u… stuff like that :3 i just know he’ll be giddy when he gets his hands on u too

(ps, do u do emoji anons? if so, could i be 🩰 anon? if not, that’s perfectly fine too xx)

AHHH hii anon, im so happy u like my works this ask means sm to me tyyyy 🥲💘

also i have been thinking abt doing emoji anons so congrats !!! ur the first one hehe 🩰

this one turned out a little longer than usual but i js had too much fun with this ask LOL i love loser dejun

ⓘ nerd!xiaojun, perversion, mating press, unprotected sex

you'd always see loser!xiaojun near your locker, peeking over his textbooks as he would frantically push his glasses up and look away nervously when you walked by.

he wasn't the loud or outgoing type, instead, he liked to watch from a distance. he'd savor the moment, admiring how effortlessly beautiful you were before the inevitable happened. before the same group of jocks would come by and knock his belongings out of his hands, yelling out ludicrous and malicious insults as they walked away. you'd always turn your back before you saw, though, paying him no mind as he scrambled to pick up his countless books.

thankfully, you only had one class with him, grateful that you didn't have to spend too much time around that creep. you'd heard rumors, about how he supposedly stalked girls around school and spied through their windows. they sounded a little foolish, but it was better to be safe than sorry, so you kept your distance.

as class finished up, you quickly packed all your things in your backpack, getting out of your seat, and you were in such a rush you forgot your sweatshirt. it sat idly on your desk, and xiaojun almost jumped out of excitement as he saw you exit the room for good, eyeing you, and then the sweatshirt.

he stalled for a bit, taking extra long to pack up his own things as he waited for everyone to pour out. once he felt the coast was clear, he snatched the sweatshirt, the scent of you already making him slightly delirious. he tripped on his own feet as he hastily ran out of the classroom, eager to go home.

he'd waste no time, shutting his bedroom door as he sat at his desk, pulling his pants down all the way to his ankles. his dick was flushed and leaking copious amounts of precum, and xiaojun wondered what you'd say, or what you'd do, if you were here. he pictured you watching him stroke his hard cock as he pressed your sweatshirt tightly against his nose, greedily inhaling the smell of your perfume, bodywash, and everything else your assumedly smoothe and supple skin had to offer his senses.

xiaojun swore he'd came in less than 30 seconds, the quickest he'd ever finished. but he didn't stop there, he didn't stop for the next three hours until his unknowing mother called him down for dinner.

-

it wasn't until two weeks later in the library when your friends dared you to talk to him, proclaiming that he'd "probably piss his pants the minute you came in a 6 feet radius of him." you laughed, shrugging their comments off as you casually walked up to him. his head was buried in a textbook, his hand hurriedly scratching down notes.

"hey."

xiaojun didn't hear you, seemingly too focused on his studying. you tapped him on the shoulder twice.

"hello?"

his head shot up, and his face turned red and sweaty in an instant as he became frenzied, his hands scattering across the table as he began shutting books and putting stuff away in his backpack. he stood up, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.

"h-hi," he pushed up his glasses, yet his eyes never once met yours. you almost felt bad, ignoring your friend's giggling behind you.

suddenly an idea came over you, smirking as you spoke, "would you wanna come over to my place tonight?"

xiaojun's wide eyes finally looked up at your face, before quickly looking back down again.

"f-for what? um, if you'd like homework answers i-i could just message them to you."

you chuckled, "no, i meant, like, have sex."

xiaojun chokes, going into a full blown cough attack. you stared patiently as his coughs died down and he looked back at you, droplets of sweat beginning to form on his temples and neck.

"w-what?"

"i mean, unless you don't want to, that's totally fine too," you tested, bititng back a smile as you watched how xiaojun's eyes grew even wider.

"no!" he yelled suddenly, a few other people in the library whipping their heads around to shush the two of you.

"so, i guess that's a yes?" you asked coyly

xiaojun nodded frantically, "y-yeah, i would like to have, um..."

"it's okay, you can say it."

"s-sex. i would like to have sex with you."

you gave him a proud smile, winking once before whispering in his ear, "i'll meet you outside the library after school. you can walk me to your house."

-

the walk to xiaojun’s house was amusing for you, and painful for xiaojun. you had told him to lead the way, and it was relatively silent, with xiaojun periodically lifting his eyes to look at you and seeing that you were already looking at him, thriving off of his shyness. he held his textbooks tightly over his crotch, hiding how hard he was.

a million scenarios played out in his head of what he would do to you once you two arrived, but when the time actually came, he just stood there. xiaojun had never felt like such a stranger in his own room.

you plopped onto the edge of his bed, eyeing him with your legs crossed as you leaned back on your hands.

as soon as you gave him permission to touch you though, it was like letting a dog out of it’s cage. xiaojun quickly got started on undoing his pants, pulling them down to his knees.

you suppressed a moan at the sight, bringing a hand down to rub at your clothed clit.

“fuck, just let me finger myself first, need to get myself stretched out for you,” you spoke in a sultry tone, sliding your shorts down your legs and spreading your legs open as he resumed to touch yourself.

xiaojun watched in awe, and you stared curiously as he hadn’t seemed to touch himself, not even once.

you giggled airily, “it’s okay, you can touch yourself.”

xiaojun shook his head quickly, “c-can’t.”

you looked up at him, your middle and index finger inching towards your wet hole as you started fingering yourself slowly.

“ah, and why’s that?” you moaned through your words, your fingers picking up the pace.

“i-i’ll cum too quick,” xiaojun gritted out, his hands balling up at his sides. you laughed at his self restraint, being quickly interrupted by a moan as you tipped your head back when your fingers curled inside you.

“mm, s-so well behaved,” you panted, peeking at xiaojun. your words and actions clearly took a toll on him, his red and sweaty face bringing you near your orgasm.

it only took a few more seconds before you came. your hips spasmed and legs trembled as you gave your clit one last, soothing rub, before reaching up to tug on xiaojun’s cock.

he grunts, his hands hesitantly resting on your knees as you did all the work, aligning his leaky tip to your entrance. xiaojun lost all self control in that moment, just the simple touch of your hot hole causing his hips to slam forward, knocking the wind out of you.

“shit,” he whispers out, almost strangled as he stared down at where the two of you met.

“m-move, xiaojun, please,” you panted out, hands coming to grip onto the back of your knees.

your words set off like a trigger to a gun in xiaojun’s mind, his hands suddenly slapping yours away and putting you into a mating press, his hips snapping into you at a brutal pace.

you looked up at xiaojun’s face, beads of sweat traveling down his cheeks and sideburns. the both of you were breatheless, hyperventilating at xiaojun’s newfound, animalistic thrusts.

“fuck, s-slow.. slow down, ah!” you moaned, your nails ripping at xiaojun’s navy sheets. his dick poked you in all the right places, and his crushing weight left you choking on your moans.

it looked like xiaojun wanted to say something, but all that came out was incoherent murmurs of curses and proclamations of how good you felt. his glasses fogged up and began sliding down his face, one of his hands coming off of the back of your knee to quickly slide them back up to the top of his nose bridge.

“you think about this? think about fucking me like this?” you managed to choke out, a lazy smile plastered on your face as you brought your hands up to xiaojun’s shoulders, nails raking up and down his back.

“fuck, s-so much,” he panted, mouth hanging open as his hips crashed onto the back of your thighs, hands grasping and kneading the plush of them, “y-you don’ even know…”

you whimpered at xiaojun’s words, your stomach beginning to twist and turn as your moans got especially loud, signaling that you were close.

xiaojun’s stutters and spurs, the only words you were able to make out being cum. you hummed contentedly.

“please let me cum in you, p-please, need to, need to cum i-inside,” he rambled unintelligibly, his thrusts growing sloppy and untimed.

you nodded wordlessly, too weak and spent to give him a spoken answer. you were on birth control anyway, and the thought of xiaojun pulling out now made you unsatisfied.

suddenly, all at once, both you and xiaojun cum at the same time. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching off of the bed as your limbs trembled. pants and moans echoed throughout his room, and you whined at the sticky, hot cum flooding your cunt. but before you had any time to recover, xiaojun turns you over on your stomach, his ruthless pace picking back up, giving you no time to even breathe.

a black, stained sweater at the front of xiaojun’s bed catches your eye, and you can’t shake off the feeling of how familiar it looked.

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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Double Down ⨳ Yoshida, Denji

“Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, nudes posted without permission, drug use, exhibition, creampie, videos taken with permission, stepcest, infidelity, masturbation, handjob, some spit mentions, premature ejac, implied fuckery, implied theft, if there's more i am just too wacked out to see it so lemme know!

event: @bastardblvd 's slimeball alley collab !! my first submission of who knows how many to come, im gonna try to not go crazy with it, promise

notes: didn't realize until it was done that I could've made it much more slimy but its okay. We'll get 'em next time babes 😩 this idea is expanding on a little blurb I put in cassie's inbox once, i included it in the fic itself with some itty bitty changes

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult/dark content, and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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Your fist slams on the bathroom door. “I swear to god, Denji! Where the fuck did you get those! Delete them now!”

“I already told you, Power found them online!” Your stepbrother yells back through the door, keeping his weight against the handle so that you can’t force your way in.

“You’re full of shit you fucking perv! You took them off my phone or something.”

“Wanna fucking bet? The real perv is that prettyboy bastard you call baby,” Denji sneers back, yelping as you get a good shove in on the creaking wood.

Your efforts to break the bathroom door pause. “The hell’re you talking about?”

“I told you he was trouble the day you two met. What—you think I was lying?”

You growl under your breath at the barenecked taunt in Denji’s voice. Yeah he told you, one time before he got high out of his mind. The only reason you even met Yoshida Hirofumi was because he hooked your stepbrother up a couple times, and you begged to tag along once. That situation ended with your brother counting stars on his buddy’s ceiling while you saw them on the backs of your eyelids with the guy’s lips wrapped around your clit. 

One thing led to another, and that “prettyboy bastard” became your boyfriend. He’s a bit of an ass, but Yoshida’s also sweet and funny, doesn’t roll his eyes at your music choices, doesn’t bat an eye when you want to go out with your friends, and is full of sexy, smirky sass that makes him so fun to be around. Sure, you sent him some photos, but he wouldn’t have put them out anywhere.

Your anger deflates, but your indignance does not. You step away from the bathroom door. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

Denji throws the door open with a toothy grin, repeating himself. “You wanna bet?”

“You know what, yeah!” you snap at him, crossing your arms as he leans in the doorway, still looking smug. 

“Your boyfriend put your pics up on OnlyFans, and he’s using the money to pay for his xanny. If I’m right, you two gotta upload a video. Together,” Denji states, his eyebrows furrowed in twisted delight that makes you sneer at him.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Yeah? Tell me what you get if you win.”

Caught up in his childish bullshit, you push at his shoulder. “You gotta start an OnlyFans if you’re wrong, which you are. And you gotta wear lingerie.”

His smirk full drops at that, and he glares at you, cheeks darkerning. “Now who’s a perv.”

“This whole shit was your idea!”

“Lingerie?”

“How is wearing lingerie worse than telling your stepsister to fuck and post a video about it?!”

“Shut up!”

“And since we’re on the topic, I swear to god if you don’t stop taking my shit out of the laundry I’m gonna tell that redheaded lady at the DMV that she’s at the very top of your fap list.”

His blush deepens and he palms your face backwards in a light push. “The fuck she is. Shut up.”

“Yeah well, me and the thin fucking walls in this apartment would have to disagree.”

“Go find your boyfriend.”

“‘M gonna.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck him,” you hiss in barely supressed rage, gripping your boyfriend’s phone so tight you’re disappointed when it doesn’t crack. 

You’d waited for his high to hit him and let him drift off before going through his phone—what’s the point of asking him outright if it’s not true, right? No reason to stir the pot. But your stomach had dropped with unease when the account site was in his search history; you tried to brush it off as maybe he gets off to a set of camgirls, but the moment you saw the login info presaved—as in frequent entry—you began to forget the bet altogether.

Now your jaw is clenched, seething as you scroll through every racy picture you ever sent him. Each have thousands of views, hundreds of comments and jeez—so many subscribers. The heat of betrayal simmers through you. Your jaw drops at the total that’s set to drop into his account at the end of the week and resist the urge to slap Yoshida awake, but instead you set about trying to change the banking and login info, only to get halted by an infowall. Frustrated, you slip off the bed and call your stepbrother, edging into Yoshida’s bathroom so you don’t wake him up.

“You were right, and you fucking knew it, didn’t you? You set me up.” you hiss into the device as soon as he picks up with a mumbled ‘sup. You can hear voices and music in the background, paired with light explosions. You assume he’s out with his friends, probably gaming like usual. 

“You didn’t have to agree. Wait—” there’s the sound of the phone moving around and suddenly the music is gone. “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?”

“That’s besides the point, Denji!”

“Oh fuck, you are!”

“Chill your boner,” you snap, “‘m not gonna do it unless you help me!”

“Help you? What, like you want me to hold the camera or something?”

“Denji, I swear to god—”

“I’m kidding, jeez.”

“I can’t change the account info. They’re my pictures, and they’re already out there! He shouldn’t get to make money off of me.”

“Wait, so you want to keep the account?” He asks curiously. You hear a door slamming and wonder if he’s still moving, or if his friends are.

“Dude, we’ll have rent and anything else covered for the whole month with a single week’s drop from this thing. I don’t see a reason not to. I can quit Mcdonald’s!”

“Shit, for real? Lemme talk to Denki, ‘m pretty sure he knows a guy.”

“Thank you,” you coo into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just make sure you pay up.” You can hear his pervy smile, and you grumble a sulky fine at him.

“Ok. But he’s gotta do it soon. It pays out in a couple of days.”

“I’ll give him some cash to see if he can do it tonight. Don’t see why he’d say no—" Denji sounds a lot further away from the phone now, "—Oi! Don't bro! Give it back."

A familiar voice purrs into the receiver and you roll your eyes. "Heyyy, princess. You with that Yoshida guy still or are we allowed to hang now?"

"Byeee, Kiri. Tell Kat hi f'me." You hang up with a smile and leave the bathroom, glaring at your supposed boyfriend still sleeping. You never heard him say he was working and you always kinda wondered where he was getting his cash, but you always just thought he was dealing or something. Not the kind of think you ask about. You obviously should’ve asked.

You crawl into his lap and begin sucking on his exposed throat, admiring the sharp lines, the bob of his adam’s apple as thick lashes flutter open. 

“Mmm,” Yoshida moans. “Damn, was I out long?”

“Nah,” you hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, smoothing over his waistline. “Got bored without you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins up at you, dark eyes fuzzed out and sultry, and his hands come up to settle on your hips, easing you into a slow grind. “Wanna do something?”

“Mm. Maybe,” you tease softly, pushing his shirt up his chest and leaning down to wrap your lips around his nipples. He groans at the warm, slick suction, arching into your touch. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his cock swelling beneath you. 

“Maybe I wanna do something…different.”

Yoshida grins up at you, half-lidded. “Yeah? Like what?”

Your nails make pink lines down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if you fucked me, and we let some people watch?”

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, his dick thumping beneath you. “Anyone I know?”

Yoshida’s pupils have overtaken his coal irises, and you give him an inviting smile. “No one specific. I was thinking more like…a video or something. I wanna be able to see it later.”

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s sexy,” Yoshida grins up at you. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“Me either,” you breath softly, rocking yourself over his covered erection.

You’re left to yelp as he displaces you from your seat on his lap and pulls you out of the bed by your wrist with a wide smirk. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanna pick something up at the Malmart first.”

“Fine, I guess,” you pout at him and his smirk only grows.

“‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you something too.”

“This is not what I meant when I said video, Hirofumi!” you gasp out. Your fingers are splayed out on the hood of his car as you try to stay upright. “Someone could actually see us!”

"If you don't wanna be seen, you gotta cum. Cause I'm not stopping til you cum."

"Fuck, fuck please, just hurry up!" You plead, half your words caught between whines and whimpers as he pounds into you from behind, your skirt flipped over your back.

"You think I'm not fucking you like I mean it?" There's so much smile in his voice that you want to call him on his bullshit for once, but the solid smacking of his hips into yours, the head of his dick pressing as deep as it can go with every thrust quickly makes you forget what you're snapping at him for.

"Just‐just, fucking make cum– ‘fumi!" You're desperately telling yourself you don't want to be seen. It's the middle of the night, so even here, parked under the one of the many lightposts that don’t work in grimetown's 24-hour walmart parking lot, the risk of anyone seeing is slim.

But not zero. Especially with the light from his phone camera shining down on your exposed lower half. You’re like a slutty beacon for whoever might be looking this way.

"I'm working on it baby, you gotta relax." His fingers slide around your waist, brushing past your clit and forcing a frustrated whimper past your lips at the neglect, to drag them through the slick dripping obscenely from your pussy lips. It's dripping to the rusted black hood, making it glisten. He aims the camera down at them before moving it back to the way your pussy clings to his cock. "You're so fucking wet for this, you'd think the whole thing was your idea. Well, most of it was."

You don't answer him, trying to work yourself back on him, chasing that fluttering heat twisting itself tighter and tigher with each passing second.

"Good girl, look at you. Fuck, look how bad you want—"

"Oi! Get the fuck out of here before I—"

Your whole body locks up at the tired but authoritative voice that rings across the lot.

Your boyfriend calls back. "C'mon man, have a heart. Let me finish her off and I'll give you a look." Except his last syllable staggers off with a groan, broken with a laugh as his grip on your hips tightens to a bruising pressure. The vice grip of your cunt has him looking down to sees your juices gush around the girth of his cock, dripping down your thighs to dirty the hood of his car even more. The sight pushes pushes him over and he calls out again, his voice tight but smug.

"Nevermind, we're done here."

He gets one last shot of his cum dripping out of you before closing out the livefeed.

“It’s like four in the morning,” Denji grumbles, rubbing one of his eyes as he cracks his bedroom open further at the sight of you. “Thought you were Power or somethin’, jeez.”

Denji blinks the blur from his eyes, zeroing in on your screen, and you just about hear his pupils expanding. He pulls a shaky inhale and you roll your eyes.

“Done. Bet over, and here’s your damn proof,” you grumble right back, slamming your phone against his chest and shoving your way into his bedroom to flop down into his bed. It had taken over an hour to convince Yoshida back to his place and get him to fool around enough for him to pass out and you to sneak back home.

"Also Kiri wants you to call him back. He's mad you hung up on him."

A small grin curls your lips but you don't respond, wiggling deeper into his mattress until you're comfortable.

He throws himself down in the bed next to you. “Turn on my speakers.” 

“Or you could just wear headphones, you freak.”

“Nah. Turn ‘em on.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you stretch out to reach up to his desk, turning on the bluetooth speakers that he usually uses to be a nuisance when he’s smoking. “If your dad was home, I’d kill you for this.”

“You’re not even breaking up with him, are you?” Denji chortles, ignoring your bickering. His eyes are glued to the screen as he shoves a hand into his loosened shorts. “What the fuck, you guys were outside?”

You shrug. The video’s only been up for a couple hours and it already has triple the views and donations of all the photos Yoshida has put up so far. “Looks like he’s gonna be making me lots of money, so why not? It’s the least he could do to pay me back.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t answer you, his breathing getting heavier. You close your eyes and sigh as the sounds wet sounds and your own whiny moaning starts bouncing off the walls of his room, wondering to yourself if you really sound like that or if part of you was exaggerating because of the camera. The mattress creaks every now and then as his hips jump, his arm brushing your side as he grinds into his own fist. 

You roll to face him, taking in the sound of his stuttered breaths, the muted slick sound of his fist pumping in his shorts. “So what about this gets you so riled up?”

Denji groans, stomach rippling where his shirt is pulled up around his midsection. “I’nno, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

You keep prodding, “What is? Yoshida? Or me?”

He gives a small whine that has your pulse picking up in sick interest, so you continue. “Was Power really the one to find it? Or…you were subbed to the account, weren’t you Denji?”

“Mm- maybe?”

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, listening to your own voice begging to cum, shifting your weight onto your arm so you can look at him. A strange curiosity has taken over your body. He looks wrecked but his eyes are still on the screen. “Denji, look at me.”

Your body tingles as his eyes tear towards you, but he’s still got a hand around himself, hidden from your eyes. “Can I touch it?”

“You wanna what?” he moans, just barely, teeth digging into his lip.

“Can I jerk you off?”

You’re a little surprised when he actually hesitates. You’ve tolerated it all this time; as much as he pervs out on you, and your stuff, yet somehow he’s got a little crumb of morality left in there somewhere. And right now…you wanna kill it.

“My panties, my pictures…is this really any different?” you ask softly, sweetly, as you run with this electric current, placing your hand over his covered groin. You grin as his hand immediately goes slack at your touch and slips out of his shorts, and you get to feel for the first time how hard he is, rubbing over the smooth fabric, feeling out the shape of him.

“I mean…I guess not.” He sucks in a breath as you grip him over his shorts and give a couple experimental strokes. “B-but what about—?”

Denji’s head drops back to the pillows with a groan, phone in a death grip as you tug his waistband down, his dick slapping free. It’s pretty and slender, flushed deep red.

“What about what?”

“What about prettyboy, huh?” He finally gets it out as you spit in your hand and take him up again, stroking him steadily from base to tip, squeezing at the top with a gentle twist of your wrist. Yoshida always seemed to like it, seems like he does too. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? Not the whole stepsister thing?” You shrug. You’re still stung about Yoshida’s betrayal, so this feels like a little bit of retribution. A little bit. You still need to find more ways to make him pay first, but this is a good start. “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but ‘s not like you and me are dating, Denji. It’s a handjob. What’re you gonna do, marry me?”

Denji splutters and his dick throbs in your hand. “Don- Don’t say stupid shit!”

You coo at him and his lips part, panting hard as you work him faster. 

“What– haa, what if it wasn’t just a handjob? What then?” Denji gives a low moan as you settle over his lower thighs so you can gently cup his balls. They seem to tighten under your touch, before he relaxes and he tries to look at you. 

“What, like my mouth or something?” you ask playfully, leaning over and showing him your tongue, letting a strand of spit drip down to his dick.

A litany of curses tumblr from his mouth as Denji squeezes his eyes shut, fingers twisting into the pillow beneath his head as his cock jerks and shoots a load of hot sticky white into your palm, getting smeared down his throbbing shaft as you slowly work him through his high until only a couple dribbles get pressed out by a final pass of your thumb over his slit.

“Wasn’t expecting you to finish already.” You wipe your hand off on his comforter and try to ignore the throbbing in your panties. You feel like you can still imagine the slick from earlier tonight seeping out of you, but it’s as if it’s no longer enough.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he calms his breathing enough to raise himself up on his forearms. He watches you as you take your phone and flop down next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the rest of the video.”

“It’s online now, freak. You can watch it whenever.”

“Yeah...” 

You’re too busy trying to go through the account settings to notice the way he’s eyeing up your thighs; he hasn’t even put his dick away yet. 

“Hey,” he mutters softly, ignoring your glare when he puts a hand on your thighs and pulls them open. “If you can touch me, does that mean I get to touch you?”

Your pulse jumps and you try to keep your true thoughts hidden as you hide back behind your phone. “I guess that’s fair. If you wanted to.”

You can hear the click of Denji’s throat as he swallows, and you can’t stop the low whimper as his calloused fingers brush your inner thigh, right at the edge of your panties. 

They’re warm as they brush over the seat of your panties, timid but curious as they explore the surface, stroking over the tempting warmth and wet seeping through the thin fabric. A bolt of pleasure bursts and has your gut clenching as he swirls over your clothed clit

“H-hey, wait,” you say suddenly, nerves getting the better of you as you try to make sense of Denji taking control of your body. “It got switch but this isn’t my banking info. Is it yours?” You flip the screen towards him, and his brown eyes squint in the pale blue light.

“Uh, nah, that’s not mine.”

You mewl as he pulls your panties to the side and traces a finger through your folds, delicate, hungry. “Who did you say– mm, h-hacked the account for me?”

“I told you. M’friend Denki, his buddy did it. That purple-haired guy who works at the smoke shop.”

“The one wi—” you suck in a breath as he sinks his index finger into you. “With the tattoos?”

“Yeah him,” Denji mumbles, hardly paying attention to your words. He’s grinding against the bed as he pushes his middle in alongside it, imagining the tight squeeze around his dick instead.

Your groan is part pleasure, part dismay as you realize just who he’s talking about. “Oh fuck me.”

Denji bullies his way between your thighs in an instant.

“N-no, Den– that’s not what I meant!”

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35 + Suguru for the smut prompt thing if there's still room? Pls and thank u 🙏

Suguru Geto + cockwarming

Minors DNI

Tags/warnings: fem reader, religion kink, unprotected sex, established relationship, cockwarming (obviously)

Word count: 1,050 ish (lil longer than a drabble but 🤷‍♀️)

A/N: Anon requested cockwarming but I threw in Priest!Geto as a bonus lol. I've heard certain types of Christians don't consider cockwarming actual sex (Mormons, I think?), bc they believe you have actually move for it to count. Dunno if it's actually true, and yes I know priests are Catholic and not Mormon, but it's smut, guys.

Priest Suguru Geto who's so desperate for your sweet little cunt, but he's also desperate to maintain some semblance of his purity. He loves you, even if he shouldn't. And he lusts for you, which he definitely shouldn't. But twenty-seven years without being intimate with anyone could drive any red-blooded man mad, even a man of God. He can't help but want to experience being inside of a woman -no, not just a woman, being inside of you.

It's his duty as a priest to save his virginity and keep his promise of purity to God, but it doesn't count if he doesn't move, right? Or at least that's how his wayward friend Satoru tried to justify it, saying that it doesn't really count as sex if there's no actual thrusting. If you just get to feel a woman's warmth around your cock without actually doing anything about it. Suguru didn't really buy that, at least not until he met you, fell in love, and became so hopelessly, helplessly, sinfully desperate to be intimate with you.

So it doesn't count if you just sit on his lap and slowly lower yourself onto his cock, his breath hitching in his throat at the feeling of your wet warmth enveloping him...

Or at least that's what he tells himself.

God, you're even tighter than he imagined you'd be. His eyes roll back in his head and a shiver runs through his entire body when he feels himself bottom out. His hands grip the arms of the chair he's sitting in so hard his knuckles turn white at the feeling of his swollen, needy tip pressing gently against the entrance to your womb and your gummy walls clinging to his hard length like you never want to let him go.

"Fuuuck," Suguru groans under his breath as he adjusts to this new, intoxicating feeling. "...sorry, that was unbecoming of a priest," he adds with an embarrassed chuckle.

"And this isn't?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as your inner muscles squeeze around him, and if he thought you were tight before, now you're gripping him like a vice.

"Fuck!" he swears again, his eyes screwing shut and his hands clenching and unclenching as he tries to bring himself back down from the high that's threatening to overtake him already. "D-don't do that, angel, or I m-might..."

Angel. He always calls you his angel. He swears you must be a gift from God, with your ethereal features and kind heart. So how can an angel be so tempting? How can an angel make him want to do the most unholy things, things only married couples should do?

"You're right though, we probably shouldn't be doing this. B-but I don't think I could pull out now if I tried. Does it feel good for you, angel?" Suguru asks sweetly, reaching up to brush your hair out your face with a shaky hand.

"So good, Sugu..." you whisper, meeting his dark eyes with your own. He really does fill you up just right, and you can feel the head of him rubbing up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. You want so badly to move, to grind against him and bring you both the pleasure that you crave. But you know your priest's limits, so your hips stay still. You do, however, lean your head down to kiss him, and you're taken aback when one of his long fingers meets your lips instead.

"If we start making out now, I'm gonna lose all self-control. Can we just stay like this?" Suguru asks in a low, pleading voice. "I just wanna be close to you like this..." he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a soft groan.

So you sit there for what feels like an eternity, trying not to think too hard about the way his fat cock is plugging you up and stretching you out, trying not to think too hard about how much you want to move your hips and feel every ridge and vein of his member dragging along your walls, which ache with the need for more stimulation that this is giving you.

You're getting wetter by the minute too, coating his cock in your sticky arousal so much it's dripping down the part of it that can't fit inside you due to his generous length. Every now and then you shift on top of him, adjusting your position a bit and savoring the slight friction it causes. Suguru clearly loves it too, hissing out a strained moan through clenched teeth and squeezing your sides a tad harder at your every minor movement.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he chokes out when you tighten around him again, almost involuntarily as your body craves more of him.

"Sorry, can't help it...we can stop if you want?" you ask softly, your eyes taking in his almost pained expression as he tries to hold himself back. Your hands come up to run your fingers through his long, dark hair in a comforting way.

"N-no, I'm fine..." But he doesn't look fine. He looks like he's holding himself back with every fiber of his being, and he is. He's so close to saying fuck it all and thrusting up into you anyway. After all, this has gotta be at least a half-sin, just being inside you. But he's convinced himself that his self-restraint counts for something, so he keeps still no matter how much his cock throbs and his body screams at him to move inside of you.

"You're just so warm. I mean, I figured you would be, but...just this feeling, you around me. You feel so amazing, angel, and I'm not even moving. If this is what it's like to be with a woman....no wonder men give into temptation."

If Suguru is being honest with himself, eventually he probably will too. Maybe not this time. But he's not sure either of you could take this sweet torture forever. Sinners deserve nothing but an eternity in hell, it's true. And yet...your beautiful eyes gazing down at him, filled with love and lust for him? Every flutter of your tight pussy around his hard, throbbing cock? Every breathy whimper and sigh that slips from your pretty mouth at the slightest shift of your hips? It all has Suguru beginning to think you might just be worth eternal damnation after all.

[itsharleystuff]

╰─▸ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

‘ I just wanna be one of your girls tonight ’

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rockstar!Joel x afab!fem!reader (no outbreak alternative universe).

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your best friend’s boyfriend has an older brother that turned out to be the guitarist of a famous rock band from the 80s. You meet Joel by accident before his concert and things take an interesting turn.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (Joel is 48, reader is said to be in college tho her age isn’t specified), sex, p in v sex, porn with barely any plot, sex with a “stranger”, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex (f), use of ‘slut’, praise, mirror sex, fingering, some oral (m), cum eating, reader calls Joel an ‘old man’, smoking (they share a cigarette), pet-names (sweetheart, darling, honey). Also, I know nothing about guitars or concerts so this is probably very inaccurate. This one’s roughly edited, forgive meee. No use of y/n.

— 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: One of the girls - The Weeknd, Lily Rose-Depp, Jennie. Breakin’ dishes - Rihanna. Todas mueren por mi - Cartel de Santa.

Third-wheeling has now unintentionally become your most recurrent hobby since your best friend started dating Tommy Miller. Not that either of them minded, given that it was their idea.

Tonight was different, however.

"I could've been a part of it, y'know?" the man boasts, "I just didn't know how to play any instruments or how to arrange tunes... I have a nice voice, though. If that counts for anything."

Ary, your friend, giggles at his statement and replies with a comment that you didn't quite listen. Tommy's car stereo is currently blasting The Clashers' latest album— Joel Miller's rock band, that is. Two days ago, you had no idea who the eldest Miller was –only that he existed–, much less that he was the guitarist of a very popular 80s band. Now his brother is taking you and his girlfriend to their gig, to which he was given front row tickets. Nice.

Their music was actually pretty good, though some of the songs sounded more country than rock. Tommy explained that those were most definitely written by his brother, due to his love for the genre. Apparently, The Clashers have had a recent comeback with their newest album and a small tour, all after a long, undefined hiatus that went on for nearly a decade and a half. "Joel's fault", the younger Miller said, "he became a father. A single one, to top it off. But he's the best at it, don't ever doubt that."

"How old is he again?" you wonder, suddenly curious about the age gap between the siblings.

"Forty-eight. His girl Sarah just turned nineteen a couple months ago." You nod absentmindedly at the response.

You met Tommy almost a year ago, when Ary and you used to work at a cafeteria outside of Dallas' university. She'd graduated a few years ago, but needed money to pay her rent and coincidentally, you did too. You hit it off right away, becoming friends but also roommates in further time. Though you were still in college and she was a bit older, that never seemed to be an issue with your friendship or your schedules. Tommy came along shortly after, turning up every day at the café with his charisma and nice manners, making his intentions with Ary very clear since the beginning.

"D'you think there'll be a crowd?" your question makes her raise a brow quizzically.

"Most likely," she retorts thoughtfully. "Why? Are you regretting your own idea?"

Her boyfriend chuckles at that, knowing perfectly well how much you disliked loud, cramped places. It's not that you didn't enjoy this sort of events once in a while, but being someone who gets easily overwhelmed around people, you mostly prefer the sort of lay-back dates. Nevertheless, it was you who came up with this plan for today. With college giving you such a hard time and your colleagues being tremendous assholes lately, you needed something out of your comfort zone to fully unwind. Some action to pull you off the dull routine.

"Are you subtly implying that I'm a boring person?" you ask, falsely offended, crossing both arms over your chest. "Cause I swear I know how to loosen-up, I just need time to... Get used to it."

Tommy seems to be holding back laughter, but Ary doesn't even try to hide her amusement. "Girl, you're lucky I'm your friend, or else you'd be rotting in our local library," she scoffs.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk pursing your lips, "Yeah, cause that'll be such a tragedy. Who'd support you financially if I didn't study, huh?" you turn your head to her boyfriend. "Tommy?"

The man shrugs his shoulders, fighting against the urge to grin. "Oh, dear," she glances over her shoulder to look at you from the shotgun seat, bright smile painting her face. "Don't give him any ideas. He might just marry me."

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Whilst Tommy went looking for a place to park, you and Ary walked to the nearest convenience store to grab some beverages. You were still running early anyway, which only meant a quick stop wasn't going to imply much trouble.

"I'll wait for you out here," with a head tilt, you silently indicate your friend to go ahead. "I need a cig."

She nods understandingly, "Want me to grab something for ya'?"

"No, I'm alright. Don't worry about it."

Ary stopped at the entrance to look back at you, staring intently for a weird extent of time, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Did I mention you look stunning?"

"You might've had, but that doesn't mean I don't love hearing it," the reply widened her smile. Once she went inside the store, you took a chance to peer at your reflection in the showcase.

This whole eighties vibe was certainly not something you were used to, but there was no denying how hot it made you appear. Aiming for a 'rockstar girlfriend' kinda look, you went for that smudgy, dark eye-makeup; as for the clothes, the mini skirt, low-cut bustier and oversized leather jacket paired with some nice boots kept the whole outfit together.

You blinked away, stunned by how confident you suddenly felt in your own skin. Chuckling to yourself, you started digging in your purse for a smoke. And as if the gods decided to toy with your faith, you luckily found a single one sitting at the very bottom; putting the filter between your lips, you then turned your bag upside down to search for the lighter, only to find that you hadn't brought it with you.

"Damnit," you spat in frustration, closing your eyes to picture in your mind where the last place you'd left it was.

Maybe it was next to your bed, on the nightstand; or perhaps in front of the stove... No, it definitely wasn't in the kitchen. The blurry image in the back of your head resembled more of a–

"Hey," a low, masculine voice called from beside you in a mellow tone, almost as if this mysterious man had a naturally sly nature but wanted to cool it down. "Need a light?"

He had a deep, soothing ring; raspy, profound and very southern-like. Frankly, you didn't know what you were expecting before setting your eyes on him, but it definitely wasn't a man such as he was. A wave of emotions washed over your body as you pried on him; big, broad, rugged and devastatingly handsome. Not to mention older than you— however, how much older is not a detail you care to find out. Your skin felt ticklish and warm, added to the sudden acceleration of your pulse.

First thing you noticed were his big brown eyes, shiny in sort of a childish way, regardless of the wrinkles that surrounded them when he politely simpered. You could tell he was a total heartthrob by the way his lips quirked and his head tilted downwards when addressing you.

He's thick in the arms and wide in the shoulders, something that was noticeable despite the black leather jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt, tucked into a pair of worn-out denims. The cowboy hat on his head casts shadows upon his face but you're still able to make up his features: aquiline nose, strong jawline, soft lips under a styled mustache and a patchy, graying beard. Tall and handsome as hell.

"Yeah," you answer as soon as your mind allows you to, suddenly feeling your mouth dry when realizing you were staring. He bit back a smirk as he gauges at your reaction. "You've got one?"

"Lucky for you, I do." His left hand disappeared in the pocket of his jacket, taking out a simple red lighter. "I don't suppose you've got a cigarette to spare, do ya'?"

"Sorry," you frown apologetically, "this is my last."

He closed the gap between you, but instead of handing the lighter, he hunched down to lit the end of the dart still hanging from your lips, caging it with his big hand. And fuck, he smelled good. A mix of cedar and sandalwood, fresh and manly.

"No worries, doll." Dizzy with his presence, your eyes unconsciously bored into his. You can't move away, diving inside his pupils like you're hypnotized. "I'll just buy a pack for myself."

Caught up in that urge of keeping him near, you take the dart between your fingers and hear yourself say: "Unless you wanna share."

It was impulsive, not to mention irrational. Yet, all of the rational thoughts inside your brain had unforeseeably vanished in thin air, replaced by a strange need that rested in the pit of your stomach, a wicked desire that rushed through your veins like a drug. His brow shot up in surprise, giving you a subtle, pleased nod. He realizes there's something else behind your proposition, nothing that could be hidden with the way you're shamelessly looking at him.

"Let me guess," he commences, his calloused fingers brushing against your own when he takes the cig, orange end stained with your lipstick, "you're headed to the concert."

Your eyes squint with a crooked smile, "Are you that perceptive or am I just that obvious?" he takes a short drag, holding the fag with a nonchalant attitude and a mannerism that expressed experience.

"Bit of both," the shadows of smoke surround his face, hiding his features behind a thick, mysterious fog. "You've got that groupie vibe to ya'. The kind of girl that has her walls filled with boy-band posters," he jokes.

"Oh, is that it?" you ask playfully, mirroring his action to let the nicotine circle your system. "Cool it, cowboy. I ain't trynna get in trouble for fighting an old man."

He chuckles at your sarcastic remark and you can see the spark of a thin chain around his neck, along with the soft curls that gathered at his nape. Jesus, his side profile was divine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks. You tell him, that southern drawl of his being more noticeable when echoing it. "You from around?"

"Yeah," you blow the smoke away from him, though he takes back the dart while you're at it. "Been here my whole life. You?"

He shakes his head lightly, "Austin. But I've been all over."

You can't help but smile inwardly, "That explains it."

"What thing?" the man asks with a certain intrigue.

"Nothing... You've just got that particular vibe." He's already laughing when you point at the cowboy hat, rejoicing in the way you played with his own words.

"I see that, groupie." He takes the almost consumed cigarette between his teeth and removes the hat from his head, running a hand through his soft curls. "Let's trade."

You watch in awe as he unexpectedly places the hat atop your own head. It sits well there and the way his eyes grow dark and his lips curve upwards can only mean he likes it too.

"What'cha think?" you inquire, slightly adjusting it.

"I think..." he eyes you up and down, ashing the cig with a tap of his index, "You should keep it. In exchange, I'll just take what's left of this lung-junk."

"Well, that doesn't seem like a fair trade," you cross both arms over your chest. "Isn't there anything else you want apart from that half-burnt smoke?"

His head tilts to the side as he meditates his answer, his chocolate hair now messy and a couple of those brown curls hanging loose across his forehead. For a moment, you're worried you might've sounded too raunchy for the occasion, but he looks pretty pleased. His eyes lock with yours and you feel your knees wobbly just from that undeniable tension that lingers in the air.

"I'll tell you what, sweetheart." Sweetheart. Damn, he's good. "Find me after the concert's over. You can repay me then with whatever you might find convenient."

Your brows crease at the scheme, curious, "How will I find you, though? I'm certain there'll be a lot of people."

He laughs darkly, like he knew something you didn't –which, to be fair, was probably true–. "Just ask for Joel. I'm sure someone will point you to the right direction."

Joel.

Joel...

Joel?

Could it be...?

"See ya' around, groupie." He sets off with a subtle head gesture, waving back at you.

Your mind was spinning so fast that you didn't even notice when Ary reappeared beside you, rambling something about a woman being annoying over the prices and fighting cashiers, too worked up to even notice your distraught— or your new acquisition.

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The venue was crammed with people and there was a heady scent of pot all over the place, not unusual in these sorts of businesses. Thankfully, Tommy had arrived earlier to guide you through the masses.

"Here," he said, taking you and his girlfriend by the wrist. "We've got VIP seats, no need to go all the way down there." He pointed the barricade, where a ton of people were congregated to get the better spot.

The area in which you were located had a better view of the stage and was way more comfortable. Only till you finally sat down did Ary notice the new addition to your outfit.

"Did you buy that outside the store?" she wonders, sorta screaming to make herself heard over the mass. Tommy's eyes land curiously on you.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Funny," the man mumbles to himself, shaking his head lightly. "Very funny."

"What?"

"Well," he clears his throat and licks his lips nervously, "I just think it's funny that you'd get a cowboy hat in one of my brother's gigs."

Still in the shadows, you raise your shoulders to beguile him into spilling the details, "Why's that?"

Tommy taps his knee anxiously. "You see, when Joel was younger he'd often 'gift' his hats to any girl that would catch his eye. It was a way of... I don't know, making them one of his girls, you could say. By doing so, the other band members would see her and no one would dare to make a move."

His words fell upon you like an ice bucket. Joel, Joel, Joel. It just had to be the same Joel, because honestly, what were the chances?

Before you can retort, or even form an answer in your brain, the lights go out and the crowd bursts in cheers and shouting. But you can't for the life of you pay any mind to them, too focused on Tommy's story ringing in your ears. Seconds prior to the lights going on again, the sound of a single guitar key reverberated through the venue.

Did Joel Miller just mark you like cattle so no other man would approach you? Was that some kind of sick game he liked to play? If that were the case, you can't really say you're mad about it... Mostly thrilled, so to speak.

"So what would happen afterwards?" you asked, leaning to his ear, so you could make yourself be heard.

"Huh?"

"He'd make his move and then what?"

The man slightly winced as if you had just asked him the dumbest question in the book, "I think you know the rest."

You knew.

Of course you knew.

There's a voice saying "Goodnight, Dallas" and the spotlight is now on the five men standing on stage. You didn't even need to search for his image, your eyes immediately attaching to him like a magnet. A feeling of beguilement settles in your bones as you realize you've achieved that excitement you hoped to get tonight, at last. 

Amidst chaos and loud screaming, he stood there in all his glory, perfectly aware of the impression his sole presence could cause. Messy brown hair, sun-kissed skin and that patchy, graying beard. Convenience store Joel turned out to be rockstar Joel.

The only thing that was different about his appearance were the dark aviator sunglasses that gracefully framed his face, a belt with a big, round buckle and the black Epiphone Wilshire guitar that was strapped to his shoulder with a sash. All of this new fashion somehow made him more physically appealing, if that was indeed possible. He looked like the type of man you'd rip off from a magazine and stick up in the corners of your vanity; the kind of star that girls and women would salivate over.

You could totally see the fascination and understand why it was easy for him to simply pick out someone he liked and take them back to his dressing room for a nasty time. Joel Miller was that guy.

In the back of your mind you register the fact that you're probably eye-fucking him whilst his younger brother and your best friend are both standing at your right. But you can't really help it— he was just so electrifying, such a magnetic force of a man. The whole world seemed to stop as the concert carried on, though you can only make out the melodies when you're far too distracted by Joel's charisma and mysterious air.

The way he moves on stage, too focused on his own act, fingers tugging at the strings and metal vibrating underneath his touch... It's fascinating how he makes it look easy and like a tremendous labour at the same time, pulling it all off with a wolffish smile on his face. The other band members had their own charm too, but your preference was undeniable.

They played the songs that you had been previously listening to, and the fact that they're being played live just amplifies the feeling of intimacy regarding the lyricism and musicality. Songs that talk about life's hardships, love, heartbreak and carnal desires. They all just hit different.

Towards the end of the concert, Ary started feeling dizzy, the amount of people and sudden dehydration giving her signs of a posible migraine. She tried not to say anything for the sake of your fun, realizing just how much you're enjoying yourself tonight. But at the end she truly couldn't, deciding to tell Tommy she needed to step back for awhile and go get some fresh air.

"I should go with her," you said in concern. His boyfriend shook his head and patted your shoulder.

"I'll go. You can stay if you want to, just call me if something feels off and I'll be back in a sec," he said reassuringly.

It took a few seconds to agree, although you eventually did. The event was almost over anyways. "Tell me if anything happens."

"F'course."

You watch as he leaves behind her with a certain remorse in your gut. The Clashers play three more songs afterwards, turning out to be much more emotional and heartfelt than you could've expected.

One by one, every single band member thanked the audience before the lights went out completely and the crowd stopped their clapping and cheering.

In order to avoid getting stuck at the exit from the people storming out, you decided to stay back and wait. You intended to reach your friend via message, sending a short "everything alright?" that did not deliver due to the awful signal. Only then did you start to grow nervous and more worrisome.

"Excuse me," out of nowhere, one of the security guards called for you when no one else was around –aside from the scattered people that had the same idea as you did–; a tall man with a 'staff' pin on his shirt. He asked for your name, but something about the way he worded the question made you believe he already knew it. "You've got a backstage invitation."

"A backstage invitation?" You tried holding back laughter. "From whom?” your eyes narrowed at a new clue. “Wait... Did Tommy meet up with Joel?"

The staff member furrowed his brows in surprise, "You came here with Miller's brother?"

"Huh? Yes... Isn't that why you approached me?" the stranger gave you a kind, slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, but you should come with me. Joel's in fact the one that asked."

"Oh..."

So, it was him after all.

'Someone will point you to the right direction', turned out to be quite literal.

You agreed to follow the guard. Maybe Joel could just reach Tommy and tell him you were fine. Although that'll mean you'd have to explain how you two had met. Well, shit... It’s not like it was a bad thing, right?

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Backstage dressing rooms tend to be different depending on the facility where an event is held. In this case, there were rooms with the artist's names hanged on them and a handful of people moving around, spitting orders and following instructions. Everyone was so involved in their own affairs that no one really seemed to notice you, specially standing next to the security guy, who knocked twice on the guitarist's door.

It didn't take long before he appeared before you, that post-concert glow brightening up his features. His cocky smirk told you just how certain he was that you'd end up here eventually and how glad he was for it. You gave a quick nod to the man that guided you here and he disappeared just as quick as he came.

"Hey there, groupie."

"Joel." Your lips unconsciously curved, too. "I believe I owe you something." His hair was ruffled and the sunglasses rested atop his head, looking better up-close than he did on stage.

"Wanna come in?" the question sounded so genuine and innocent, it almost made you believe there wasn't a meaning behind it... Yet, you knew; you were both aware.

"Sure, but-" there was something you had to tell him... God, he smelled good— what was it you had to tell him? "Won't they scold you for having me here?"

His dressing room was fairly spacious, with a small leather couch, a coat stand with a couple of jackets and shirts hanging. His guitar rested on the corner, tucked inside its case; facing the couch was some kind of vanity where celebrities could get their makeup done, the lights around the mirror reflected a warm light.

"Don't think so, darlin'. I'm way too old for a scolding," he joked, closing the door behind you.

The very moment you were left alone, away from any prying eyes, the air shifted entirely; as if this whole space was your own private setting. That same feeling you experienced outside the store somehow crawled under your skin once more, adrenaline rushing through your veins in a crushing expectation.

"Did you enjoy the show?" you nod distractedly.

"I did. But I ain't gonna lie, it was a total shocker to find out that the hot guy I'd just met was actually a part of the group." Joel's eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar simplicity that invited you in and provided a certain comfort.

"I wish I could've seen your face," he retorted, his voice smooth and low.

"Why?" you bicker, "So I could further boost your ego? No, thanks."

He chuckles softly, his eyes squinting to reveal the tiny wrinkles that form around them; a sign that he's always been the type to laugh without remorse. Those are the small details that make him even more attractive in your perspective.

You lean against the makeup board, giving your back to the mirror and crossing both arms over your chest. The heel of your boots had started to feel uncomfortable, so you placed one leg across the other to shift some of the weight whilst his gaze followed your every move intently; the unfathomable depth of his eyes stirred something inside you, an urge to unleash your impurest thoughts.

"You've got quite an attitude, don't ya', groupie?" the man questions with humor. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me hot, so, either way, my ego was boosted," he pointed out smugly.

"Joel," you click your tongue, subtly shaking your head. "I bet there's tons of women saying that about you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you’re aware of it already."

That could not be denied. Throughout his life, Joel had always been aware of his charm and good looks, which eventually brought him popularity amongst the group. After having Sarah, he saw himself forced to tone down the amount of affairs and adventures he'd have, specially as a single father, always trying not to get his daughter's hopes high if she saw him with someone.

Honestly, despite him being back on track with the 'celebrity' lifestyle, he still wasn't planing on keeping up with his old tricks of bringing women backstage and giving them something to gush about with her friends. He really hadn't gotten involved with anyone during the tour until now... And it wasn't something he'd intended to do either. Everything happened so spontaneously, the way you two sort of bonded and just met out of the blue. Joel's goal wasn't any of this at first, he merely thought of how gorgeous you were and how comfortable he felt in your presence.

However, logic and good sense abandoned him the minute your eyes gaped at him; dark and alluring, with a spark in them that he could not escape, an intriguing verve that entranced him and crept under his skin. From that moment forward, he could only think about you while being on stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of your skin amongst the crowd but having to settle with the fresh image of you on his mind: your confident mannerisms, your striking smile and how good your legs looked in that mini-skirt. He tried to put on his best performance just to impress you.

"Yet, your perception of me is the only one I currently care about," he declares, taking a few decided steps towards you.

You beam, keeping your head held high, "I gotta give it to you, Joel. The hat thing, your whole performance... Very clever."

He's taken aback by your words, surprise written all over his face. "What d'you mean?"

"Come on, Joel," you reply with a roughish grin. "You really thought I wouldn't hear all about your schemes? Oh, here I believed I was special," you joke.

The man gets rid of that 'respectful' distance that kept you apart, slowly making his way to you, exuding that perpetual arrogance he naturally carried and never breaking eye contact. You returned the same energy; piercing his soul with those siren eyes, barely tilting your head back to expose your throat and unhooking your arms to give him a better sight of your breasts. Intentional or not, those little details were driving him insane.

"You are special, sweetheart," he murmurs, emphasizing the second word. "All of my girls are."

He was quite close now, his scent dazing your senses and the warmth of his body, plus that southern drawl of his, formed goosebumps on your skin. With boosted confidence, you reach out to softly grab the lapels of his jacket. You wait for him to push you away, scold you or react negatively... though he never does. Instead, his eyes fall from yours to your lips, licking his own distractedly. You motion to remove the shades form his head and place his hat back on, adjusting it lightly. In the meantime, you take your time to run your fingers through his hair, drag them along his jaw, feel the raspy sensation of his beard scratching your fingertips.

"S'that so?" you whisper, your breath fanning across his cheek. "You know what I want...?" His eyelids shudder, a muscle twitching on his neck as you lean to pour the next words into the shell of his ear. "I just wanna be one of your girls, Joel Miller..."

Those words have an immediate effect on him, his eyes darkening with blown away pupils. Your hand lowers to his chest, conscious of the strength with which his heart was beating, the heat of his feverish skin there where you touched him. His palms land on your hips, caressing the covered skin as they make their way to your waist.

"We'll see 'bout that, darlin'," he hushes, cupping your face with his right hand to keep you steady, restrain your control over him. His face is barely inches away from yours, practically breathing each other in. "You know what's gonna happen now, don't you?"

You gulp in suspense, eyes glued to his lips, waiting, wishing he'd just kiss you. "Yes..."

"Good," Joel's thumb swipes across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. "Is this what you want?"

You can barely muster up the courage to speak, nearly falling from the tension. "Please..."

"Mmm..." his nose rubs against yours and your eyes close instinctively. "That's not an answer, sweetheart."

Your hands fist on his shirt, desperate to touch him. "Yes, Joel."

"That's my girl," he praises, effectively creating a pool of arousal that smothers your underwear. But you've barely got any time to process it before his lips are finally on yours.

The kiss knocks the air out of your lungs, his plump lips molding against yours. Your fingers play with the curls at the base of his neck, your nails scratching his skin deliciously. Everything feels hot all of the sudden, the need to get rid of your jacket latent on the edges of your body. Joel holds your waist and quickly sits you fully on top of the board, making you squeal from the abruptness of the action; this way he can settle himself between your legs and flush his chest to yours. His lips never part from yours, swallowing down any noise that escaped your mouth.

The coarse fabric of his jeans feels rough against your exposed skin, his hands coming to grab the back of your thighs, sliding them beneath the hem of your skirt as you wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss is breathy and intense, you taste him when your tongue drags inside –a mix of mint and cigarettes–, your teeth crashing when he tries to assert his dominance by pulling your body closer to his. Your perfume, sweet and floral, lingers around him in a way that makes him want you even more. When he slowly licks your lower lip, you moan faintly and the sound makes him throb.

His fingers splay on your asscheeks, prodding you to feel the weight of his hardening cock against your inner thigh, consequently setting a fire in your lower belly. You catch his grunt in the kiss, the feeling of his mustache tingling on your skin whilst you grind your hips just to experience that friction once again, relishing in the familiar sensation of your arousal spilling into your panties, wet and warm. And fuck, part of you doesn't believe that this man is hard for you. Joel suddenly backs away, just enough to stare blankly into your eyes, casted with desire, and regain a bit of composure.

"Not a word about this, 'aight?" something you had figured he'd state sooner or later.

"Yes, sir. It'll be our dirty little secret," you grin right as he whispers a goddamnit.

Before he pulls you in for another heated kiss, you struggle to take your jacket off, taking your phone out of the pocket and hastily throwing it to the floor as he mimics your action. Joel uses this moment to fully take in the sight of you; the way your tits sit perfectly in that top, chest rising and falling from drawing ragged breaths, your exposed neck and shoulders, flushed skin ideal for him to nip at and trace with his lips. So he does just that.

He ghosts your mouth, towering over you but ignoring the need to reattach your lips to his. Alternately, he gently kisses your chin, making his way down your throat and between your collarbones. You're a panting mess under his touch, trying to keep yourself collected for the sake of not getting caught, yet failing when his teeth sank onto the pillowy flesh of your breast. You audibly gasp, holding onto his arm for dear life; though he simply huffs a laugh that vibrates through you.

"Don't worry, darlin'. In here, you can be as loud as you want to," he assures.

Joel descends to his knees in front of you and the image is far too erotic for you to hold back a whimper. He coaxes your knees farther apart, your denim skirt hunched up around your hips so he can peek at the red lace of your underwear. He grabs your calf and places a kiss to the side of your knee, looking up at you hungrily.

"Should we take this off?" he taps on your boot, calloused fingers tracing random patterns on your leg.

"Let's keep them on," you say, your hand stroking his cheekbone. "I want to wear them when I come on your cock."

His eyes glint with lust, "Fuck..." he rumbles, almost pained. "Who would've thought a pretty girl like you would have such a filthy tongue."

You can't help but smirk as his lips roam upwards, "You think I'm pretty?"

His gaze scorches with intensity, both his hands languidly sliding up your sides till his fingers hook on the edge of your panties, pulling them down your legs to take them off, "I think you're beautiful," he murmurs amidst. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears at the time he leans into the apex of your thighs, one of his brows quirking up at the sight of glistening slick sticking to your swollen skin.

"Poor thing," he coos, taking off the hat like a cowboy who's worked his whole shift and comes home to eat the best dinner he's ever had, placing it beside you. "You're so sensitive, baby..." you inhale sharply when he lays a teasing kiss on your inner thigh. "Been a while?"

You nod, though even if it has been a while since the last time you slept with someone, you're certain that most of your responsiveness falls onto Joel's doing. He tsked, shaking his head in the meantime and using his thumb to barely spread your folds. Your eyes look at him beneath heavy lids, lips parted as his mouth explores the area, his breathing tickling the sensitive skin.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart."

Without warning, his tongue darts out to lick the slick around your entrance, ravishing on the sweet taste of your juices. Your fingers thread through his curls, swallowing hard at the new sensation. He takes his time with you, leisurely allowing your wetness to gather on his tongue, his nose nudging at your clit when he moves his head a certain way. It all makes your brain spin, overcome by the pleasure you're experiencing, actually permitting you to loose your cords and spill uninhibited whimpers that only egged him on.

"Shit, you're doing great..." you can feel his smile against your dripping core.

"You just taste amazing, darlin'," he's not lying. Joel's enjoying himself far too much as he buries his tongue between your folds, holding you tighter. "So fucking good..."

The back of your mind registers the brief pain of his fingertips digging in your flesh, thinking it may bruise in the morning. The other part can't even form a rational thought. You moan his name, calling out for something to ground you; but he's just as gone, if not way worse. Joel is bewitched by the headiness of you, clogging his senses entirely. It's been so long since he gave head, but he doesn't remember it like this— like he couldn't get enough, so eager to make you feel good, to hear those pretty sounds spill from your mouth.

"Oh my god..." you mewl when his lips close around your puffy clit, gently flicking his tongue over it whilst you run your hands through his locks.

He flattens his tongue against the bundle of nerves, tracing delicate circles that make your whole body shudder. You're messily dripping all the way down to the wooden surface as he selfishly alternates his attention between your aching bud and your hole.

"Look at you, honey," he mumbles, voice laced with desire. "Doin' so good for me."

His fingers swipe across your slit, making you squirm. "Joel, please-"

"I know, baby, I know..."

Though when he's about to dive in again, you catch the light of your phone through your peripheral vision: an incoming call. The ID read the name 'Tommy <3'.

Tommy???!!!!

"Shitshitshit," you quickly reach for the device, swiping the green button and muttering a wary wait to the man before you. Joel simply gawks at you with intrigue, the pads of his fingers still roaming around your core. "Hello?"

On the other side of the line, Tommy says your name with utter relief, "Thank god. I left you a thousand messages. Are you okay?"

More than okay. Your brother's tongue was inside my cunt just a few seconds ago, actually.

Obviously you can't say that.

"Uh... Yeah, everything's fine." You clear your throat, trying to mask the gasp that threatened to escape when Joel started rubbing tender circles on your clit. "The signal's just really bad."

"Yes, I noticed," he mutters, a bit frustrated. "Should I go get you? There's still plenty of people at the entrance and I don't want you to get lost."

"No- no..." you have to bite your bottom lip in order to muffle the unholy moan you were about to slip out. The bastard had just sinked one finger inside you experimentally, watching your face contort in pleasure as he reached for that particular spot. "I- have... Is Ary alright?"

"She took a pill and is knocked out in the backseats of my car right now," you can practically hear his smile as he speaks. "But... Are you sure you're okay? You sound... Agitated."

That was a way of putting it.

Joel is a greedy, jealous man. He wants all your undivided attention and will make sure to let you know. He decides to add a second finger, watching your eyes screw shut and your mouth gape as he curls them, your slick covering all the way to his knuckles.

"Yes, I met with a friend-" you tug at his hair hard enough to make him groan, his cock twitching with interest. "She's taking me home."

Your thighs start quivering and your body feels hot all over, an abrasive feeling of bliss rushing through every single nerve ending. You're close, and judging by the way you clench around his fingers, he knows too.

"Oh... Well, in that case just let me know once you get home. Please?" You think you answer, but you're not entirely sure. The call ends and your phone slips from your hand.

"Joel, I can't..." you whine when his lips latch to your nub once again, his fingers still working you open.

"Yes you can," he vows. You clutch at his curls with enough strength to work him up. "You're a big girl, you can take it."

And it's right then, when he repeatedly hits your g-spot, licking and sucking at your delicate clit, that your hips get a mind of their own, barely kept in place by Joel's strong grip on your hip. The coil finally snaps. You're not sure what you say, what words fall from your mouth... But they do dawdle on his mind. You shake from the magnitude of your orgasm, muscles starting to relax as Joel licks up every drop of your release, absolutely lost in the sweet taste of you. Your grasp on his hair loosened as he rose to his feet, letting you catch your breath.

He's on edge, his voice a hoarse rumble when he spoke. "Didn't anyone tell you," his left hand came up to brush his fingertips over your lips, "how rude it is to answer phone calls when this pretty pussy of yours is getting eaten?”

You lick your lips nervously. "I'm sorry..." he hums in response, "I'll make it up to you."

There's no time for him to reply since you crash your lips to his once again, frenetically searching to feel his weight pressed on top of you for a second time. This kiss is messy, rushed and needy. You can taste yourself in it as he pushes his tongue past your teeth.

Amidst the fuss, your hand snakes between your bodies to tug at his belt, fumbling to pop his pants open. Once you do, you can feel how warm and heavy his cock is, rock hard beneath your touch. He hisses at the flick of your wrist, moving up and down his length over the thin fabric of his boxers. Joel rests his forehead against yours to even his breaths, his chest heaving with a lustful sigh.

"Fuck," he grumbles, swiftly manhandling you so you're facing the mirror. His hand holds your face for you to stare back at your own reflection. "Aren't you a sight to behold?"

And you're certain that for a man like him, those words couldn't be truer. Sweat beads around your neck and sticks a couple hairs to your temples, eyes teary in the corners and lipstick smeared from the make out. Here and there your skin displays signs of his presence, part of you wishing they'd stay there till the next morning. If there was an accurate way to describe how you looked, that'll be wrecked.

"You should see yourself, Miller," you smirk, gesturing in his direction. His eyes reflected a prurient nature that added to his sex appeal, hair messy from your doing and an eager expression that gave him a downright pornographic aura. "Not bad for an old man."

His lips caress the back of your ear, hands driving the denim skirt farther up your hips. You cling to the edge of the work desk, making an effort to stand up in your weak knees, chills running down your spine when he gently nibbles at your earlobe.

"So much for not wanting to boost my ego, huh, sweetheart?" his gruff voice is both soothing and stirring, making all the blood rush straight to your pussy.

He parts your legs, spreading them with his knee and forcing you to bend forward a little. Your head turns to peek behind your shoulder, his every move being closely monitored by you, eyes widening when you finally fathom the sheer size of his cock. Your lower body pulsates with anticipation, another wave of arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs.

"Holy fuck-" you ramble as you watch him expertly roll a condom on his length. He's long and visibly thick, a prominent vein running from base to tip; your mouth waters just from the idea of wrapping your lips around it. "Shit..."

"Don't be getting all shy now, honey. Tis' what you wanted, then you're getting it," he rasps, lining himself between your legs.

"M'not shy," you retort, staring back at him through the mirror. "Was just thinking about how badly I wanted to blow you."

Joel stifles a groan, his hands snaking to your front to pull down the top and expose your tits. There was no need to wear a bra with a bustier, which you were glad for, cause it made it easier for him to pinch the peaked buds of your nipples. The head of his cock glides across your folds, coating it with the slick that keeps dribbling each time he bumps against your clit or makes you watch as he gropes your breasts.

"You talk like a slut." Your cheeks soared red and your pussy fluttered at the name-calling. The heat of his body on yours was simply intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think. "Is that how you want me to fuck you?" he whispers in your ear, nudging his cock at your entrance but not quite going in yet. "Nice and hard until I make an absolute mess out of you? Mmm?"

You nod, "Yes, god- yes. Please, Joel..."

He takes that plea as his cue to press himself inside you, slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust to the intromission. Your mouth falls ajar, nails scratching the wood under your fingers, vaguely squirming at the sharp sting of the stretch.

"That's it, takin' my cock so well," words of encouragement fall hoarsely form his lips like a chant and your body willingly melts into his. "See? I knew you could take it."

His thighs plunge to yours when he bottoms out at last, letting out a few pants and groans, his fingers pushing stray hairs out of your face. You can feel him jerk inside you, your walls enveloping his girth tightly, a wave of pleasure licking his spine at the feeling. He doesn't waste any more time, finding a pace of his liking as soon as he started moving and being relentless with it. The way his neck chain hits your shoulder blades with each thrust, the scrub of his beard when he kisses your temple and the dirty praises that he murmurs in your ear, somehow make the situation grounding; like it's really happening and you're not dreaming about it.

As Joel cradles you in his arms, your hand skirts to his nape in order to bring him in for a kiss. Each roll of his hips is calculated, deep and unswerving, knowing exactly how and where you liked it, studying your reactions. When he kisses you, he does so earnestly, almost affectionate in contrast to the rhythm in which his dick drags inside you– but it's short, the need for oxygen overpowering both. At this point, not even your stilted whimpers and his soft moans can mask the lewd sound of your squelching pussy or the sporadic noise of skin slapping against skin.

"Good fuckin' slut," he locks your jaw in place, pushing you to keep eye contact with your own reflection. "Sneakin' behind your friend's back to get fucked by a stranger –shit– an 'old man', nonetheless..."

Your stomach tenses each time the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot within you, legs shaking at the way he speaks to you. Through the mirror, you see the way his thumb digs into your cheek, his hand cupping your breast as he twists your nipple in his fingers and the worst of all: that haughty fucking smile that suited him perhaps too damn well.

"I always did like them older," you utter, out of breath.

He chuckles darkly, heftily, letting his hand coast down your abdomen and reach your clit to tease it while he takes you from behind. The feeling was so intense that all you could do was claw at his bicep and let a hushed whine slip past your lips, knowing that a second orgasm was approaching faster than you had expected.

"Fuck, Joel- It feels so good..." your moans are like music to his ears, a syrupy melody that he wants to maintain on replay.

The way your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his length with every push, has his head fuzzy with sheer pleasure. And god- you look beautiful coming undone for him. No; because of him. He sees you looking at him through the reflection, pupils dark with an obscure desire, feels your cunt soak him every time he tells you how good you are, with each sound he makes just for you.

"I'm so close-" you warn, white sparks blurring your vision at the building of your crescendo.

"C'mon, come for me," he purrs, skillfully teasing your nub. "Wanna feel it— oh fuck, wanna feel you live up to your promise..."

Joel fucking whimpers, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as he pulls your hips to meet his pace. The sound is so enticing that it throws you off, wanting to engrave it in your mind. Your thighs waver and your back arches, an overwhelming sense of euphoria partaking your body. "I've got you, let me hear you," he fucks you through it, slowing down but never losing precision. "Right there, you did so good..."

In your state of frenzy, you feel his cock throbbing inside you, his grip on your body tightening: the classic telltale of his own climax looming. Through it all, with your heart thumping so loud that it's almost deafening, you blurt out a dulcet: "Come in my mouth..."

God help him.

He nearly loses it right then and there.

"As you wish," he sighed, his deep voice raspy with passion.   

But he's an indulgent man, so he musters up the strength to pull out and snatch the condom away, throwing it to the trash can. You fall to your knees with no hesitation, arms stretching to reach the outline of his hips. Joel guides the ruddy head of his cock to your lips, spreading precome all over them before you fully take him in your mouth. You suck him earnestly, focusing on the tip and tracing the vein on the underside of his dick. He's so worked up that it doesn't take him long to start panting; head thrown back and hand grabbing firmly the back of your neck.

Your gaze stick to his, knowing perfectly the power of looking into his eyes. You love the taste of him, musky and strong; all man. All you can think of right at this moment is how you want more, so much more of him.

"Perfect," he slurs through gritted teeth. "Perfect girl."

You can't contain the hum that reverberates through him, pushing him over the edge whilst you massage his balls. A deep, guttural groan claws its way from his throat, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as he comes in thick, hot spurts down your throat. You swallow instantly, not thinking much about it and stroking his shaft unhurriedly until he's whimpering from overstimulation; though he doesn't tell you to stop or pushes you away, letting you work him up to the time of your choice. Once you're content, you straighten your posture and rearrange your top, roughly registering when he tucks himself back in his pants.

"You okay?" he asks, helping you get on your feet. His thumb swipes around your lips and chin to clean the smeared lipstick, a sweet concern dithering in his eyes.

“Feelin’ great,” you say with genuine joy, pulling your skirt downwards and grabbing your panties from the floor, laying next to your jacket and his guitar. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he lends you a hand in putting your jacket back on. “It’s been a while since I’ve… Uh, well, you get it.”

You turn to face him, beaming radiantly. Gosh, you’re stunning. He’s certain he won’t forget those mesmerizing eyes of yours.

“Joel, let’s be honest with each other…” your hands shot up to caress his cheek and thread at his curls. You don’t believe him one bit. “We’ll meet again. You know we will.”

You didn’t really mean it, merely wanting to make an impression. But there was a minuscule possibility that your paths would cross for a second time; after all, you did know his brother. Though you never mentioned that. Deep down, you were scared that he wouldn’t want to make a move if he knew of that connection— specially after seeing Tommy’s reaction when he saw that hat on your head.

“Hope that’s true, groupie.”

Joel insists on calling his chauffeur to take you home, arguing that it was past midnight and it was dangerous to take a cab. Eventually, you let him, making a quick stop to the bathroom to set things right with your appearance. He waits for you patiently, the cowboy hat presented to you as a gift when you walked out.

“Keep it,” he sways, “as a little souvenir for if we don’t end up meeting again. Besides, it suits you better.”

“Won’t you have another pretty girl to gift it to?” he rolls his eyes at your inquiry.

“I can always buy more,” he laughs. “I want you to remember I sent you home sore and aching each time you look at it.”

You giggle, getting on your tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Miller. I’ll be thinking ‘bout it… About you. That’s a promise.”

And he truly hopes you mean it.

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ pumpkin spiced regret by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw]

You know what they say: If you can’t take the heat in the kitchen, masturbate in the guest bathroom.

＊ When Harry Met Louis by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 45k, Harry/Louis]

The first time Harry and Louis met, they hated each other.

The second time they met, Louis didn’t even remember Harry.

The third time they met, they became friends.

They were friends for a long time.

And then they weren’t.

＊ Harry's Halloween Husband Haul by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Harry's voice drifted in through the closet door.

“I saw a girl make a video showing her boyfriend haul, so I thought I’d make a Halloween Edition husband haul! So here’s mine…”

＊ All the Words We Don't Want to Hear by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis turned off the tv and took a few deep breaths. He should never have allowed himself to watch a show detailing an ongoing serial murder investigation when he was home alone at night. His imagination was getting the best of him and causing him to get worked up over nothing.

…Right?

＊ You Should Be Here With Me by @lululawrence [NR, 34k, Louis/Harry]

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

＊ Honk by @allwaswell16 [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis was not a romantic. He never really dreamed of finding his soulmate. Definitely not like this. Never like this.

Harry was a romantic. He’d always dreamed of finding his soulmate. Just like this. Exactly like this.

An omegaverse, soulmate goose fic for the holidays

＊ freaky friday by @tracksuitponytail [E, 1k, Louis/Harry]

It’s Friday the 13th—a day like any other for Louis until he wakes up in the middle of the night... in his best friend's body.

＊ be still, my foolish heart by localopa / @voulezloux [G, 3k, Zayn/Niall]

"you really love me? this is not a prank, right? because then i would have to punch you and i actually really want to kiss you."

＊ a flicker of hope that i wanna keep (please don’t leave) by localopa / @voulezloux [M, 12k, Harry/Louis]

harry is in love with louis, and he had thought louis felt the same until he accidentally left his journal in harry’s home. he knows he shouldn’t have read it, especially when it only proved to be a reality check he didn’t want. once harry finds the green-eyed, curly haired, gangly fucker that’s stolen louis’ heart, he’d like to have a strong word with him.

＊ i will become yours, you will become mine (i choose you) by localopa / @voulezloux [T, 7k, Louis/Harry]

it’s the day louis never thought he’d ever see. it’s the day that harry proves to his boyfriend he’s here forever.

a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) proposal. Part 3 of trans louis verse

＊ There Is Just One Thing I Need by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [G, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis doesn’t want a lot for Christmas apart from getting home in time to see his family. Then, he meets Harry.

＊ Out of Our Systems: Part 4 by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [E, 6k, Zayn/Louis/Harry]

Falling in love with Harry was so easy that it felt like coming home. Falling in love with Zayn is such an exhilarating high that it feels like playing with fire and hoping to get burned. Part 4 of Out of Our Systems

＊ We're here tonight and that's enough by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Snapshots of Christmas 2024 and Louis' 33rd Birthday.

＊ We're on fire by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

4 times Harry gets caught stealing clothes from his bandmates for his nest.

＊ I'll be happy, happy once again by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 7k, Harry/Louis]

After being unceremoniously dumped, Louis has no choice but to go along with his best mates' plan to find a date for Lottie's party.

Will their harebrained scheme work, or will Louis have to admit to his entire family that he got dumped?

＊ It was always you by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [T, 1k, Louis/Harry]

It's their first Christmas living together, and Harry has been trying to figure out how to talk to Louis about his feelings for weeks.

He could never have expected what would happen next.

＊ I Can Pull It Together by @louislittletomlintum [E, 6k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's eyes drifted to where Louis’ arms were slung over the back rim of the spa, exposing his underarms again. This time his fine hair was more apparent, wet from the spa and curling a little where some droplets of water hung.

Harry wanted to lick them.

He blushed almost instantly when the thought came through his brain, hoping it wasn’t obvious and that the general heat on his face would disguise his embarrassment. He’d never thought anything like that before.

or the one where Harry accidentally discovers a new part of Louis he really, really loves.

＊ Hearts All Whole by @justanothershadeofblue [M, 27k+, wip, Louis/Harry]

Father Louis Tomlinson hasn't seen or talked to his high school boyfriend in over a decade, not since they went to different universities and slowly grew apart. This means it's a bit of a surprise when he looks out from the pulpit on the first Sunday of Advent and sees Harry Styles' unmistakeable head poking up from a pew halfway back and on the left. How's a priest supposed to make it through the madness of the holiday season with his very friendly, very attractive ex distracting him at every turn?

＊ All These Lights by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 30k, Harry/Louis]

“As you know, every year Syco Industries throws the Holiday bash of the year. Their annual Christmas Eve charity ball, held in the building’s lobby.”

Louis arches a brow. “Robbing a Christmas charity? That’s your brilliant idea? That’s a little low don’t you think?”

Niall snorts. “The only charity that money is going to is in Simon Cowell’s pocket and we both know it.”

He’s not exactly wrong.

“Alright sure, but I’m pretty sure Santa still frowns upon stealing.”

Niall just grins.

“Being on the nice-list is vastly overrated anyway.”

(Or a holiday heist featuring a rag-tag team of lovable criminals, a pair of exes who hate each other except for when they don’t, and a lot of festive chaos along the way).

- Fic Fest -

＊ Louis Rare Pair Fic Fest / @louisrarepairfest / ao3 / masterpost

A rare pair fest for all Louis Tomlinson rare pairs

[justalilpearlie]

AITA for torturing my soulmate after he ditched me?

I know how the title sounds, but bare with me for a second.

So for context, a couple months ago I (27F) was put in a hunger games sort of death game with a couple friends where we'd have a random amouth of lives assigned to us and the last one standing would win. We could gift eachother lives or trade with them. To make it short, I got 6 lives, putting me in dark green, but my ally (28M), let's call him S, got 2, and was on his yellow life. So we partnered up and I ended up gifting him TWO of my lives this season, and we became best friends.

The problem started about a month ago, after he won last season and we moved into the next one, yet another death game, this time with only 3 lives each, however, there was a twist. Basicly we were all soulbounded to another person there, and when one took damage their soulmate did aswell.

Everyone went on their own separate ways, looking for resources to start off and testing if anyone they met along the way was their soulmate or not. I did this aswell! And ended up sticking around my friend M (33M). We separate for a little bit, and when I find him again M asks me if I wanna go to the NETHER with him. Worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life.

But I thought "Yeah, a quick trip to the Nether cant hurt, as long as we're careful, our soulmates wont mind!", thats where I was WRONG. Once we got back we called over everyone else in the server who hadn't found their soulmates yet, and two people quickly arrived, S and C (42F), both of which were my friends and allies from the first season! M made us play a little game called "Lost and Bound", or would've if we hadn't figured out early who my soulmate was, when a goat attacked S.

Turns out S was my soulbound and C was M's! And they weren't very happy about our little adventure. They called us cheaters, told us we abandoned them, said they'd be eachothers soulmates, and practically broke up with us… in a soulbound way? They also claimed to HATE us for just a small Nether trip. I was heartbroken I'm ngl. My two best friends and past allies, abandoned me just like that, and claimed I was the cheater!

Not only that, but M was quick to ditch me aswell! He even said he blamed me for it. After that I was left alone with my precious dog Tilly (??F), I built a tower alone since I had nobody left with me. But guess what? Everyone started calling me a WITCH and S stared acting like I was some sort of "crazy ex girlfriend".

This is where I feel like I might've been wrong with how I acted. So my other friend, lets call him R(41M), gave me the idea of taking small amounts of damage to "torture" S. I know its bad, but I was very angry at him for what he'd done and said at the time. So I took R up on it and accepted his powdered snow gift, I'd chill on it often to "tickle" S and scare him a little bit. I'd do this almost every day, sometimes standing next to a cactus aswell once I got one.

But in the end, M, C, S and I teamed up together until we all turned red. From then on I kind of went all in at C and might've sent my pack of dogs after her… and of course killed M in the process. Then S told me to meet him where it all started, before blowing himself up with tnt to let me take the win.

It's been a bit since that happened and we're probably gonna start another of these games soon. I've forgiven him for what he did, and it seems like he did aswell, but… I cant help but feel a bit guilty for all that pain I put him through. AITA?

Edit: I also forgot to mention how C tried to burn my dog?? So I was also very pissed at her about it.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Meeting the Justice League | Batman/Bruce Wayne x Magician!Reader

Synopsis: Vivian didn’t meet the Justice League until she asked Bruce if she could, and that was after she ran into one while at work. Let’s just say that not all first-time meetings were ideal or good at all. Even if that member is on probation.

Vivian met some of the members of the League before they became the Justice League. She remembered meeting Diana Prince when she was invited by one of her former mentors to the museum they worked in. At that time, Diana was a museum curator. She didn't know she was Wonder Woman at the time and only did when Bruce revealed to her some files he's been keeping about possible threats, starting from Superman, then there was a speedster in Star City, and then Diana Prince, or Wonder Woman, who has been fighting since World War I.

She remembered coming to the museum and meeting the tall, lean, and beautiful woman. Diana came to greet them that day and showed the collection of statues from the classical era they have restored. After the tour, Vivian went out to have coffee with her to talk more about their works, and they were later joined by Bruce who flew all the way from Gotham to Washington, D.C. to surprise her and join her in the remaining days of her trip in D.C. (Kirk wasn't too happy when Bruce appeared and took his spot beside Vivian in all the dinners and lunches). 

When Vivian introduced Diana to him, there was a pause before he held out his hand to her and introduced himself. She took note of that but said nothing and continued with their lunch. She observed Bruce and Diana the entire time and made a list of things to ask him when they retreat to the hotel room he booked for them both in the same hotel she and her colleagues were staying at – she just have to move out of her current room she shared with a couple of other female professors and join Bruce in the suite floors above the others.

“Wanna tell me who that was?” Vivian asked as soon as she closed the door. “Couldn't be an ex-girlfriend since you kept the act of,” she made a gesture that showed his entire persona, “Billionaire-philanthropist Bruce Wayne who came to see his girlfriend in D.C., all the way from Gotham – which, by the way, is impractical but how couldn't I love you even more?” She kissed his cheek.

Bruce smiled. He then had her back facing him so he could zip down her dress. “Diana Prince. She's a member of the League.”

“Oh – wait, what?” Vivian turned to him. “You don't just drop a bomb like that and act like it's nothing.”

“She's a work friend, Viv.”

“No, George and Catherine who are floors below us sleeping in shared rooms with the others and are eating take outs from McDonald's are work-friends. Leaguers are not just work friends. You get to talk shit about your work friend, not a fellow Leaguer.”

Bruce chuckled. “Trust me, Diana can be rude when she wants to be… and she can call out your shit when needs to be.”

“Exactly, and you can't do that at work. It's either you talk behind their back or you don't,” Vivian jokes. “So, let me guess, Wonder Woman?”

“The one and only.”

“Holy shit! Bruce, I met Wonder Woman and you didn't tell me! I talked about World War I like a total geek in front of the woman who actually fought in it!”

“Don't worry, she just messaged me and said that she finds you interesting and asked if you're up for ice cream sometimes,” Bruce got out his phone that just sent him a notification.

“Do you have any idea how much of a Wonder Woman fan I was growing up?! I had history books, Bruce, history books just so I could read about her. Do you think she'll sign them for me?”

Bruce frowned, more like a pout as he said, “You never let me sign anything.”

“Please, you leave enough marks on my body that it's passable for an autograph,” she made her point when she took off the dress and showed the hickey on her waist.

“You can ask her for one when you both head out for ice cream. I know your plane leaves tomorrow back to Gotham, but maybe we can stay back a bit so you both can have that meet up.”

“It's a date.”

He didn't like that. Not one bit, but Bruce messaged Diana about the plan and gave her the time they could meet.

Changed to her pajamas – which was just her old Gotham University t-shirt and a pair of Batman printed shorts (she got those just to mess with him) – Vivian jumped on their bed and snuggled close to Bruce. 

“I know we agreed to keep League business out of any conversation since what you’re dealing with is really confidential, but since you’re working on this with Alfred… maybe I can have a little peek at that file now? Just so I know who I keep an eye out for.”

“Don't worry, there aren't any historical figures you've encountered lately. And Diana's the only one… but I guess you're right. You're practically behind the Bat Computer when we're on patrol. It's about time I also share some stories from my other work.”

The next day, Vivian went with her colleagues to their last destination before saying goodbye to them as she and Bruce would be staying for an extra day in D.C., this had Catherine tease her about their extra day stay, and a disappointed look with Kirk since they planned to watch another movie on the plane. They met with Diana as soon as her colleagues left and Vivian spoke with her much more relaxed than the last as secrets were no longer in the way.

At the end of their date, Diana said to them both, “Bruce, you should bring Professor Pryor to the Tower sometime. We might need her expertise in some areas, and her skills.”

Bruce frowned. One of the reasons he didn't want the League to know about Vivian was because of her power. Once they learn about her magic, they will always add her as an option to their plans. Magic is one of the things they battle.

“We'll see,” said Bruce.

~*~

It was easy to identify who Superman was when she met Clark Kent in the gala. Before she just went through the files of the Justice League with Bruce, she's heard and has seen Superman in the newspaper a couple of times now and it would either be on a blurry photo or just the bad quality of the newsprint. So, when she saw the profile of the Kryptonian on the BatComputer, Vivian said, “well, gotta give him points with creativity. I mean, when Oli (her brother) removes his glasses and sweeps his hair back, he's unrecognizable.” But after a beat she and Bruce were laughing.

Clark Kent grew up on a farm in Kansas and came to Metropolis and works in the Daily Planet (“Look at that, Superman’s going to work for you,” Vivian commented), and has written pieces that span from investigative journalism, to entertainment and lifestyle, and sports.

As much as Vivian wanted to meet Clark Kent, Vivian can't just go to the Daily Planet to meet him without reason. So, when Bruce mentioned that they were going to have a gala in Wayne Tower to celebrate Wayne Enterprise's acquisition of the Daily Planet, and to welcome the new company under W.E.’s list of companies in its conglomerate, Vivian asked to have Clark Kent to cover the event (since the invitees were only the board members and some chosen employees by the Editor).

When Clark received the news from Perry White, Clark had a feeling this was the work of Bruce. Still, he went to the gala to cover the entire thing, and as he stood there with the other reporters with Jimmy to get photos, Clark braced himself when he heard someone call out, “Bruce Wayne's here!”

Coming out of the sleek black car, Bruce Wayne acknowledged the people around them, he then let out a boy who was around twelve years old, and then, to Clark's surprise, a woman with red hair and wearing a long black dress that made her stand out. She held onto Bruce hand the entire time, while keeping an arm around the boy's shoulder to keep him close.

They passed a couple of reporters who asked a few questions, mostly for Bruce to answer about the acquisition of the Daily Planet, and some asking Vivian about the documentary that she will be part of. It was a documentary about Gotham City, and as one of the renowned researchers and historians of Gotham, she was asked to guest in the whole thing.

When they were about to approach Clark, Bruce whispered something to Vivian's ear and her gaze came to him. Vivian smiled and she approached him with a hand held out.

“Clark Kent, right?” She said.

“Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Pryor,” said Clark.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Kent. I've read your works and it's nice to see a reporter putting their heart into their works. I hope this change will be good for you and the other members of the Planet.”

“Some mixed reactions but people will get used to it,” Clark shrugged. It was when Jimmy nudged him and then asked Vivian for a photo that Clark remembered he was there for work too. After Jimmy took the photo of Vivian with young Dick Grayson, she refused to get a solo photo, Clark guessed, as she kept Dick with her whenever Bruce wasn't there (preoccupied with other reporters and partners). Young Dick Grayson was her safety net in these places, and Clark could hear her heart beating faster than normal, and see the little mannerisms that showed anxiety. The way Dick held her hand showed that the boy knew about it and would stay beside her.

So, instead of asking her something that would get her caught off guard, Clark went off script and asked her something that would get her comfortable in the situation: “We heard that you will be part of a documentary that explains Gotham's origins.   Tell me, Professor, what can you say about this documentary? There’s also word that it would be directed by one of the renowned directors in Gotham.”

Caught off guard with his question, Jimmy nudged Clark again but Clark ignored him. With Lois writing about the merger, Clark was supposed to write a lifestyle piece about Vivian Pryor’s dress, her relationship with Bruce Wayne, and just mention the project she was part of. No deeper dives into the project. This piece was about the only woman that Bruce Wayne was in a long-term relationship. Despite Bruce being in Gotham, his photos in business magazines have women in Metropolis swooning, and when they heard rumors of him in a serious relationship with a university professor, they were left heart broken. And everyone now wanted to know who Vivian Pryor was beyond the author biography and the interviews and documentaries.

This was supposed to be a celebrity scoop! And Vivian Pryor was a rising celebrity.

“Well, I can't say much that won't get me in trouble. But it will give people more insight on Gotham. I know that Gotham has a reputation in other cities, but I hope this documentary would show how rich it is in history, and I think the director will be able to do it. He is a Gothamite afterall, so he'd know what to show.”

“What about you? I read that you didn't really grow up here. What got you so interested in Gotham?”

“Gotham has secrets that are yet to be discovered. And I think that's what draws me to it –” This made Dick scoff and sent her a teasing look, which Vivian pinched him playfully for. “Alright, that and this little kid.” Dick rolled his eyes. “Other than the fact I went to Gotham University. Also, for the record, my mother was actually a Gothamite. She grew up here in Gotham, but she was a free spirit and liked to travel and brought me with her until we settled down in Liverpool.”

“What are you talking about here?” Bruce came to Vivian's side. He glanced at Clark's way but only for a moment as his gaze stayed at Vivian. 

“Just her latest project, Mr. Wayne,” said Clark.

“Well, I'd hate to cut this short but we need to head inside,” Bruce then held out a hand to Clark, “It's nice to finally meet you, Clark Kent. It was Vivian who asked you to cover for tonight's event. She’s a big fan of your works.”

Ah, so she knows, Clark pieced together.

“I'm glad to hear that. We've been trying to get an interview with Professor Pryor but she's got a full calendar for the past few days.”

Vivian glanced at Bruce before she said, “I'm sure we can squeeze you in. I'll send you my free schedules, Mr. Kent. I'll be sure to tell your boss about it too.” After that the unconventional family of three went inside the venue to join the celebrations.

The next day, Clark got an earful from Perry that he didn't get the scoop he was assigned to write, but after a while Perry got a message from Bruce Wayne's secretary about the free schedules of Vivian Pryor so Clark could get a one-on-one with her since their conversation was cut short. Clark wasn't sure if that was on purpose or a coincidence, but that message saved his behind.

After coordinating with Vivian and Bruce’s secretary in their free time, Clark took a ferry ride to get to Gotham. When he got there, Clark was surprised when he saw Bruce Wayne to be at the pier to pick him up.

“Clark,” Bruce greeted with a smirk. Beside him was Dick who begged to go with him to meet Superman face to face.

“Bruce,” Clark shook Bruce’s hand. “Hi Richard,” he held out his hand to the boy.

Dick shook it and said, “Call me Dick. Everyone does.”

“I'll take note of that. So, where's Professor Pryor?”

“Still on campus. I thought I'd let you see her work before the interview, just so the Planet really knows who they're writing about,” Bruce opened the door for Dick before getting in the car.

The ride to Gotham University took a little while, and Clark frowned when they passed the depressing areas in Gotham and then the sudden transition to the “metro” side of the city, which was where Gotham University was. Bruce parked his car beside the car that had a parking spot named for Vivian Pryor, and they were walking through the halls of the university campus where Bruce and Dick were greeted with familiarity.

When they entered a classroom, Clark could hear Vivian's voice in the amphitheater setup of the room. The room was packed with students, colleagues, and some professionals in their field, listening to her special lecture that day on symbols and icons, which was her specialty. 

“Symbols are deeply embedded in our cultures, religions, and histories. They can represent complex concepts and beliefs that vary significantly across different societies. And to interpret these symbols you need to understand their context. Their historical background and the cultural narratives surrounding them. Let's say these,” Vivian pressed the clicker and the slide showed an image of Lady Gotham which the audience represented as justice, while others said “a lie!”. She said nothing and showed another photo. It was of a black mask with a long beak, the answers were: “death”, “death mask”, “Penguin's new face”, and “plague mask”. 

Another photo, this time it was gold mark with a lightning bolt.

“Zeus!”

“Storms!”

“Thor!”

Another photo. A trident.

“Devil's pitchfork.”

Then another. This time it was Superman's symbol.

“Hope!”

“Justice!”

“Alien!”

“Superman!”

Then another. It was the Batman's symbol this time.

“Vengeance!”

“Justice! Real justice!”

“Batman!”

“It's a fucking bat!” A student called out, which earned laughter from the others, and one of the professors to reprimand them.

“Alright. Starting from this,” she showed a photo of the lightning. “You all just got two out of five… not enough to pass this class, if you ask me. Because your answers were objectively correct, but if you zoom out of this photo,” she pressed the clicker and the whole photo appeared. “That is the Flash!” 

And it was, it was the photo of Barry in his Flash costume and smiling at the camera.

“And, this one…” the trident photo zoomed out and showed Arthur as Aquaman. “Poor Aquaman. Don't let him hear you call that a fork.”

The students laughed and groaned at the answer.

“And you got the last two correct though,” Vivian showed the photos of the Batman and Superman from their front page photo when the Justice League were featured. “Now that we’ve finished the classics, we're moving to more modern symbols that are built today. The new earthshakers and gods that guard the skies and land and oceans. For extra credit on those who want, I want a paper next week that is an analysis on what the Justice League symbolizes. You can take it culturally, historically, or even use newspapers for your sources. What I want is to see how you analyze these symbols beyond the – as Mr. Sanches said in our last lecture – beyond the bling.”

The lecture ended after that and the audiences were leaving the place, giving Bruce and Dick the space to come down to meet her with Clark. Dick was the first to greet her, and Vivian welcomed him in her arms. 

“Hey, you didn't fall asleep!” Vivian rested her chin on his head as he sat on her desk.

“I never slept in your lectures!”

Laughing at him, Vivian turned to Bruce to greet him with a kiss.

“You were wonderful,” he told her.

“Thanks. And Clark, wonderful to see you here!”

“Hello, Professor Pryor.”

“Please, Vivian's fine. And maybe we should head to a more comfortable place to talk?” Vivian said as she nodded at the direction of the students that linger in the classroom to get the latest scoop. “Wayne Manor isn't that far.”

“Of course.”

“And Alfred made lunch too,” said Bruce.

~*~

“So, Bruce finally told you about the Justice League,” Clark said as he drank his tea. 

Sitting in the sitting room in Wayne Manor, Clark was finally able to remove the mask and greeted Vivian as himself – as both Clark and Superman. And in return, Vivian showed him her secret too – rather, the entire Wayne Manor’s secret. Her magical abilities. When she first showed it, Clark nearly had a heart attack when the pot of tea flew to his side and asked if he needed a refill, at first he thought it was Alfred asked but then the butler came out of the kitchen with more biscuits and pastries. Then he saw the floating tea pot and jumped in fright.

“For a moment I thought the place was haunted,” said Clark when he saw the floating pots and china.

“Ms. Vivian likes to play her part in the upkeep of the manor by conjuring the dead to help out,” Alfred joked.

After that was put aside, and Dick getting an autograph from Superman, Clark went to work by stating how thankful he was that they called just in time when Perry was about to tell him off for not doing the piece.

Vivian sighed when she learned what the piece Daily Planet wanted and shrugged at Bruce's way, saying, “it's what the people want. Let's get on with it. I trust Clark with telling the story as truthfully as the people want it to be.”

After what he saw in that lecture and finally meeting Vivian that was beyond the papers and the spotlight of the paparazzi because she was dating Bruce Wayne, Clark promised to do the best he could. So, he went to work, starting with Vivian's background, then her work, and how she met Bruce. His question was really just a fluff piece for people to get a glimpse of the life of a woman dating a billionaire, as Perry told him to. 

But that wasn't what Bruce and Vivian saw when the copy of the Daily Planet came to their door, brought by Alfred.

The article that Clark wrote did mention Vivian's relationship with Bruce but it focused on women in her field and how she is now a rising name in the male-dominated workplace, which was what he saw in her lecture. 

“Vivian Pryor is inspiring young women to take the field as more and more female students are applying for symbology and iconography majors in universities. Beyond that, she has been passionately supporting the Wayne Foundation to bring education for all children in Gotham and is helping in improving and setting up schools in the city… proving that it doesn't take a mask or superpowers to be a hero…” Dick finished reading aloud the last paragraph. “Congratulations, Viv!”

Vivian turned to Bruce and said to him, “How about we take a trip to the Planet so I can thank Clark for this? Maybe set a date with Lois too?”

“No need, he's already in the back garden,” Bruce got up as his phone got a notification of the new arrival.

Coming to the back, Vivian saw Clark landing on the green grass with Lois Lane just coming down from his arms.

“We came as soon as we heard,” said Clark, grinning.

Lois went to Vivian first and greeted her with a firm shake. “Clark went all out in this one, he even battled Perry to divert it from a fluff piece on lifestyle to the business section. Hi, I'm Lois. Lois Lane.”

“Vivian Pryor – and thank you so much! It's so nice to finally meet you! I've read your works and the one that won the Pulitzer!”

Before Vivian can go to Clark and thank him for the wonderful piece he wrote, Lois was already dragging her inside the manor to talk as they were the “only two people who would get what it feels like to date someone who wears their underwear outside”. 

Bruce went to Clark and invited him inside the manor as well, as they entered the home where they saw Vivian and Lois happily chatting away, Alfred serving drinks, and Dick sneaking to get an extra cookie, he turned to Clark and said, “thank you. This article means a lot to us both. For the past few weeks Vivian's been hunted by the media and it's been bothering her for a while now.”

“No problem, Bruce. Besides, I never really liked writing those kinds of things. It was nice seeing her work… and that's why you brought me to her lecture, didn't you?”

“I'm sure you would have written something even without the lecture,” Bruce smirked.

~*~

Vivian didn't meet the Flash nor Green Lantern in their civilian identity. It was one of those days where Batman had an early start in the morning, rather was running over time as the caped crusader. Vivian woke up with Bruce missing in their bed, which disappointed her, but she did get a call from him while he was in a chase with some criminals across Gotham. Though she appreciated the thought, Vivian told him to focus on the road before he crashes and she and Alfred had to make up another story on how Bruce Wayne got into an accident.

On her drive to work, just right after she dropped off Dick at school, the chase that Batman was in led to the road Vivian was driving at. And it wasn't just any car chase.

“Shit!” Vivian saw the large truck ramming through the traffic, and before she could even get out of the car, Vivian found herself standing on the pavement with her personal items with her, and a really, really bad headache.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” Flash said and handed her a cup of coffee from a nearby shop. “Just like how Batman said you liked it, and –” in a blink of an eye he had a takeout in hand “-- forgot the pastry.”

“Thanks, Barry,” Vivian said, still shocked with all of this. “And what about the big ass… oh, Hal's here.”

The Green Lantern has arrived and had the truck in mid-air with his materialized crane. Batman parked his motorcycle by the pavement where Vivian and Flash were and was glaring at the sight of Hal. 

“I guess he came uninvited?” Vivian said. While Batman welcomes help, only when he asks, but isn't too happy when someone comes into his city uninvited. 

“You're welcome, Spooky!” Hal called out.

Flash chuckled and shrugged. “Gotta go!”

“Thanks, Flash,” Batman told the speedster, but the Flash was gone but Vivian guessed he heard it in his comms. Batman then turned to her and asked, “are you alright?”

“I am. And thanks for the…” she raised the cup of coffee and the pastry. “But I am sorry about the car, though.” She whispered as she saw the car they bought for her daily commute to work now crushed after the truck ran over it earlier. Thank god she didn't leave anything in that car and had everything in her bag, ready to tuck and roll.

“It's just a car. What matters is you're safe.”

“Yeah, see you around, I guess. Thanks for saving the day again, Batman.”

It was awkward not to kiss him goodbye or anything.

Later that day, on campus, Bruce visited her to see how she was, acting as if he wasn't there to see her after the Flash saved her ass from getting crushed by a truck. He came with a take out from her favorite restaurant and keys for a car. It was his silver Audi, one of the few cars that were not too flashy in his collection. 

“We can head out to look for a new car for you,” said Bruce as he showed her the car in the parking lot which got a couple of students and staff do a double take at the sight of the fancy car. “Or you can just use this.”

“And have this crushed in Gotham's traffic?” Vivian raised a brow at him. “I'd rather not.”

Bruce sighed, “I guess we're going to the showrooms later.”

“How about a second hand car?”

“Vivian.”

“Bruce.”

They held their strong and stubborn gaze. Until Vivian sighed and said, “I’m paying for the new car, you already gave your share the first time.”

“Because I want to.”

Vivian unlocked the car and opened the back door for him to enter. When he got in, Vivian followed and started the engine with the key's remote engine feature. There, hidden in the heavy tint, Vivian reached for him and kissed him deeply. Bruce was about to pull her to his lap but with how cramped the car was he couldn't and he sighed.

“Yeah, I guess your car had more leg room,” Bruce commented.

Vivian laughed and brought him another kiss. “Thanks for bringing this over. But how are you going back to work? And did you even get to sleep before coming here?”

“I took a nap. And don’t worry, Alfred's coming to pick me up. I'll be staying at home today. He forbade me from working today and only allowed me to head out to bring you the car.”

“Good. I'll see you later.”

“Also,” Bruce sighed again and took out his phone and read the message. “Barry said that – and I quote – should totally have a double date or a triple date with Superman. P.S. Hal says your girlfriend's hot.” He hummed in displeasure when he read the last part.

“That's your call, now go home.”

“Alfred's not here yet, and it will take a while before he arrives.”

“Bruce, we're on campus.”

“I'll try not to shake the car too much –”

PING!

Another message, and it was from Hal. Bruce read it aloud, “Hal's wondering if you have a sister and it could be a double-double date.” He scoffed. “Yeah, Olivia would give him the time of day. I'd like to see her scare him off with the training she's got in the army.”

~*~

Vivian met Victor Stone before he became Cyborg. She remembered Victor as one of the students that Gotham University wanted to offer an athlete scholarship as the young man showed potential in American Football. She would usually hear Victor Stone's name whenever there's a game and the professors in the breakroom would surround Justin's laptop that played the life feed of the match. Though she didn't know much about American Football, she knew that Victor Stone had a chance to go pro with all the praises given from the announcers and from the professors in the room hoping Gotham University gives a good offer to the young athlete.

Because of his popularity, Gotham University invited him for a tour in the campus even before college application season started. Victor Stone was huge, that was the first thing she thought when she saw the boy, and really nice because she tripped on her own heels while walking – it broke in the middle of the day – the boy left the tour he was getting just to help her out. It was embarrassing when he carried her to the nurse's clinic because of the sprain.

When she met him again as the Leaguer Cyborg, Vivian was shocked to see how he was now. What shocked her even more was when he remembered her. 

“You're Professor Vivian Pryor from GU, not sure if you remember but I carried you to the nurse's office to get checked after you tripped and sprained your ankle,” said Cyborg. “I guess this is the last thing you expected from me, huh?”

“I'm surprised but I’m glad that you're here,” Vivian shook his robotic hand. “It means Batman has someone watching his back. You're a good kid, Victor, and I still get embarrassed whenever the others would bring up the time a touring student had to carry me to the nurse's office.”

“All good, Professor. No longer wearing heels?”

“I still do, but I switch them out in the middle of the day now.”

She remained good friends with Victor Stone since then and, though unfair, depended on him for Batman's safety and return.

~*~

Vivian met J'onn a couple of times. The Martian was a man of few words and whenever the would meet it would be brief as he had duties in the Tower. But there was a time when she encountered his mind reading abilities when he suddenly told her, “Unfortunately, Professor Pryor, Martians are not accustomed to heat nor are we war-crazed beings, just like how our planet was named after the Roman god of war, Mars.”

“So, you can read minds, at least the movies got that right. But noted on the other bits,” Vivian said. “And because of that, I'll be reading about blocking mind readers again. Excuse me.”

~*~

Zatanna joined the Justice League much later and when the League was already an established organization. She brought magic into their arsenal. But Vivian met Zatanna even before she was a Leaguer too. It was during one of her shows in Gotham, Bruce took her to one of the shows and they got access to the back where she got to meet Zatanna and learn more about Bruce's training under her father, and something new about him too.

“You guys dated?” Vivian said.

“You never told her?” Zatanna raised a brow at Bruce.

“It was brief,” Bruce told her.

Vivian raised a brow at him. “I told you about John, Bruce.”

“John. Not John Constantine?” Zatanna asked her.

“The one and fucking only,” Vivian said. “You?”

“Based on that reaction, things didn't go so well then. And yeah, I did.”

And based on that Vivian could see that Zatanna still had feelings for John Constantine. 

“Is he still a total asshole?” Vivian asked.

Zatanna groaned and said, “so much! You have no idea!” Zatanna waved her hand and got them some seats and a couple of drinks. Leaving Bruce to stand at the corner while they chatted. “He's so – I could kill him.”

“Fall in line.”

“What did he do to get you to want to kill him?” Zatanna smirked.

“He tried to trap a demon into my body and kill it easily with the Spear of Destiny.”

“Fucking asshole.”

“You got no idea,” Vivian clinked glasses with her and took a drank the wine. “This is really weird, I know that we just dated each other's exes but I'm starting to like you.”

“Same here. And don't worry about Bruce and me, it was just – as he said – brief. He's more of a really good friend now. Does he still have the tendency to brood and smolder?”

“Brood and smolder?”

“Yeah, back then he would have this look and just –” Zatanna mimicked Bruce's face which had them laughing. “-- he's so dramatic.”

“Now that you mentioned it, yeah, he still does. And John, what's his latest?”

“The last he's gotten himself into some shit with a demon or a witch. Nothing new. Same old John, I guess.”

“Same old John fucking Constantine.”

Bruce stood there for a while as the two women spoke like old friends and not someone who just met moments ago. He had to excuse himself to get a drink but was stuck there when they started asking him questions that were too awkward to answer. Especially when it was his ex and his current girlfriend asking. But who was he to say no to an interesting invitation that involved them three, especially if it was Vivian and Zatanna who suggested it?

~*~

John Constantine is not an official member of the Justice League, but he does some jobs for them when it deals with the dark arts. The first time Vivian saw him again after so long, was at the Watchtower where Batman was reluctant to recruit her for a job to consult about the dark arts. But really, it was John who requested the appearance of Vivian Pryor – the only witch he knew who could perform the specific magic to do the job – unknowing she was already married to Bruce Wayne that time.

When Bruce brought her to the Watchtower, he didn't tell her who asked for her there, so when she saw John in the room with the other concerned Leaguers on the mission… all hell broke loose.

“Long time no see, Vee!” John sarcastically said. “I would have gotten you myself but someone put a spell to keep me from finding you – FUCK!”

Vivian punched him across the face.

Many winced as they heard the impact.

In the background, Batman turned to Robin, who was Jason at the time, and said, “You were supposed to restrain her.”

The thirteen-year-old boy turned to him with an incredulous look. “What was I supposed to do?”

“How about calming her down?”

Just as Superman or Wonder Woman was going to intervene, Vivian snapped at their direction and said, “stay out of this!” Then grabbed John by the collar of his coat and gave him a headbut. 

“When I said I never wanted to see you again Constantine, I meant ever. Hence the spell,” Vivian hissed at him.

John spat out the blood from his mouth and said, “Still angry I see.” He turned to Batman. “Where did you find her and how the bloody hell did you convince her to come here?”

“At our home. And I asked her to come with me.”

“But he didn't mention that it was for John fucking Constantine,” she glared at her husband.

“Hold on!” John shifted his gaze between her and the Batman. “You married Batman?! Are you serious right now?! What the fuck, Vivian?”

“It's none of your business!”

“You do know how to pick them, don't you, love?” John laughed. 

Batman didn't like the little pet name John used for her.

“Shut the fuck up, John.”

“Listen, love, it's done. Let's just forget about what happened that night.”

“Not that simple.”

It was time for Bruce to stop this. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Batman gave her a look that said they'll talk about this later and Vivian had to reluctantly let go of John. Letting him fall on the ground.

“Ow! She did that on purpose! Don't you have a time-out for that behavior or something?” John said.

“Stop whining,” Vivian went to Jason's side and had him under her arm. Jason lets her hold him to calm her, and while she does, he raises a middle finger at John.

“Did you see that?! Oi, Bats, your kid's –”

“Let's get to the matter at hand,” Batman pressed on. “We've called for the best magic users on earth to join us on this mission.” He showed the profiles of Zatanna, John, and Vivian on the screen and footage of their magical abilities. Zatanna with her true power, John with his dark arts, and Vivian with the golden flames and the ability to attract and repel anything in her path.

“Hold on, are you using hand symbols there?” John pointed at the video of Vivian casting the large flame from her hand while holding her ring and middle finger forward and pressed on the pad of her thumb. “What are you? A witch on training wheels?”

Vivian did a hand sign and John's cigarette was suddenly frozen in ice.

Batman sighed and only watched the exchange. Zatanna came to his side and said, “Yeah, working with our current partners who happen to be exes isn't going so well.”

“I should have told her before I brought her here. Maybe given her time to cool off,” Bruce said.

“You don't say? I don't blame her though, John has a talent to piss anyone he comes across.”

“I don't blame her either… I brought Robin to keep her calm but he's just enabling her,” Bruce muttered as he watched Jason raising the middle finger at Constantine.

[braxlrose]

YALL???? THE V LINE?! OH MY GOD IM CUMMING

✮ summary: you and Bill were making out when you finally take it to the next level

cw: p in v sex, oral (f and m recieving), kissing, swearing, dirty talk, cum eating, nipple play, smut, fingering, bill ooc?? idrk, hickies, bills experienced lmao 💀, reader is a virgin but still knows some stuff

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You and Bill had been dating for a couple months now and it has been amazing. He was so sweet and kind. And crazy hot. You two met at a music festival and he was in love w/ you the second he saw you. Like I've mentioned before, Bill believes in love at first sight.

Everything had been so great, he brought you out to restaurants and you hung out w/ him and the band whenever you could and they all loved you. Tom and you became really good friends since you were dating his brother. You couldn't imagine anything better. You had other boyfriends before Bill but nobody was like him. He was the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Whenever you were tense from whatever he would always lay you down and give you massages, or if you were hungry he'd bring you out to get food. If he didn't have a lot of money you two would stop at McDonald's and order a bunch of stuff. He loves kissing you.

He's so good at it, I can't even explain it. His lips are so soft and he always knows where to kiss your neck to make you feel so good.

Which is what led to this.

You and Bill were in his hotel room making out. He had already taken your shirt and pants off so you were just laying there in your bra and panties. He got you specially made ones that say his name because it makes him go feral. Honestly, he wants his name tattooed on your body. To show everybody you're his. Bill isn't the confrontational possessive type, but he likes, no loves the idea of everybody knowing you're his and only his.

"You look so sexy.." he whispers to you, kissing down your jawline and nibbling on your earlobe, "..look so fucking good underneath me." You lean your head back and move your hair out of the way as he finds your sweet spot.

"Bill~..god s'good...you're always so good." You run your fingers through his hair and close your eyes, "I never wanna leave this moment, never ever. You..oh god-" he bites down on your neck.

"Mmm..found it.." you can feel him smirking against your neck, sucking harder and harder. Your breathing becomes harsher and your thighs squeeze together. It doesn't take long for bill to notice.

"Awh..you want me to touch you? Hmm? Come on schatz, tell me where you want me to touch you." He stops sucking on your neck and instead brings his face right in front of yours so you two are both staring into eachothers eyes, "I know you can do it.." he whispers, placing a little kiss on your nose and running his finger tips down your cheek.

"You know where..you asshole." You reply, biting down on your lip and running your hands up his chest.

"Oh but I wanna hear it..come on? Can't you do that for me?" You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as he speaks. He speaks so sensually, it's practically addicting. His voice is so sexy and oh god..the way he's looking at you is making you melt. You lean in closer to him until you lips are almost pressed together and look him straight in the eyes.

"I want you to suck on my clit and fuck me dumb until I can't think of anything but you.." he just smirked at you and started to kiss down your chest.

"Can I take this off?" He looks up at you, playing with the clip of your bra. All you do his nod as he snaps it off and tosses it to the other side of the room. He keeps kissing around your breasts, squeezing and nibbling on them until he reaches your nipples. They're so pretty..so beautiful. He places little kitten licks on them as he looks up at you. Your lip is on the verge of bleeding from how hard your biting down. Bill stretches his arm up to your face and caresses your cheek to get your attention. You look down at him as he smiles at you.

"Let them hear you...it doesn't matter to me." He mumbles, biting down on your nipple. You gasp and lean your head back. Moans come dripping out of your mouth like honey.

After a couple minutes, he trailed his kisses down to your stomach and finally to your core. He could feel your heat through your panties. But Bill's a little asshole. He couldn't help but tease you. Especially since you sound so pretty.

He kissed down you thighs as more and more moans rolled off your tongue. Leaving hickies all over them. That was gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning. His fingers traveled up your body like an angels finger tips, just barely touching you. He was such a fucking tease.

After his awful; sexy and hot, teasing, he pulled down your panties and placed little kisses on your cunt before sucking on your clit. Your body jolted as he sucked on all of your bursting nerves down there. It had felt like nothing before. You've tried to do it yourself but it never felt as good as this. Never felt as good as bill.

"That feel good? Tell me how good it feels schatzi." He mumbled against your clit, swirling his tongue in figure eights and slowly slipping one finger into you. He finger fucked you so good. He did everything good.

"S'good bill, making me feel s'good," you gasp as he moves his mouth down to your hole and shoves his tongue in, "Augh! Bill!" Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release as he presses harshly against your clit with his thumb. Tears form on your waterline. He was so good with you. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect. You don't know how you got so lucky to be with someone like him. He fucked your hole with his tongue and gripped your thighs like his life depended on it.

"Bill...fuck..I think I'm getting close. S'close." Those gushing tears dripped down your cheeks as you finally came. Your breathing was uneven and your eyes felt all glossy. You couldn't see much besides bill licking up what dripped out of you. You could feel him rising up and kissing you all the lips.

"You taste so good..wanna taste yourself hmm?" He asked you, slipping his tongue past your swollen lips as you nodded like the dumb slut you are. He ran his fingers up your neck and through into your hair. He closed his eyes and pushed his crotch closer to yours.

"This isn't fair." You muttered to him, stopped the kiss.

"What isnt?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him and pouted.

"I'm completely naked, and your still dressed. I wanna see something too y'know." He looked into your eyes and started laughing. God, his laugh was so cute and sexy. He sat up, now sitting against you and his crotch pushing against your now uncovered cunt as he peeled off his shirt. You bit your lip gazing at him. He was super jacked, but he had visible muscles. Sexy muscles...

Your eyes followed down to his crotch. His cock was so hard and you could see the wet spot where pre-cum had come out of. His dick looked huge. I mean, you knew he was big..but my god. You reached your hand down to lightly glide over his dick.. "s'pretty." You mumbled to yourself causing bill to smile down at you.

"You got condoms?" He asked, still smiling and looking down at you. You nodded and pointed to the drawer next to you.

"In there." He leaned over and opened up the drawer. He ripped off one from the 6 pack you had and sat back up. He was about to rip it open before you stopped him. You looked up at his big, brown eyes and pulled yourself up to have your faces closer to eachother.

"I wanna taste you too.." his eyes widened as you spoke.

"Are you sure..?" He looked at you with some worry on his face, "you don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to make you feel like you need to so-" you shushed bill and kissed him on his lips.

"I want to...please bill?" You kissed him again, this time now rubbing his cock with your hands, "please let me suck your cock?" A big smile grew on his face as he got off of you and sat on the edge of the bed. You got down on your knees and sat in front of him. You brought your hands up to his jeans the pulled them down his legs before they were completely off. You began to kiss up his thighs as he gripped the sheets of the bed. You looked so beautiful. It didn't matter if you two were throwing mud at eachother or doing the dirtiest, sluttiest thing alive. You always looked so sweet and beautiful in his eyes.

You finally reached his crotch and pulled down his boxers. His dick sprung out of his boxers and almost hit you in the face. His eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry." You just looked up at him and laughed, which made him laugh. "I'm okay bill..don't worry." You said to him, slowly picking up his dick and wrapping your hands around it. You slowly began sucking on the tip which made his head fall backwards and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The more you sucked the more his moans got higher and higher. Then you slowly took your lips off his dick and spit into your hands. You began to pump his dick and slowly bring his cock into your mouth. Putting in a bit more than just his tip.

It felt so good. But you were going so. fucking. slow. If it wasn't your first time, and he knew you were okay with it he would've been face fucking you at this point. Bill gripped the sheets as hard as he could to keep himself from grabbing your hair. You could see the veins in his hands popping out, so you sped up your pace and pumped him harder.

"Oh~ fuck..oh mein Gott- Meine liebling..augh.." he was shaking at this point until he finally came. He came in your mouth which you were totally not expecting and ended up choking. Cum dripped from out of your mouth onto the ground as you coughed. Bill took notice and grabbed tissues. "Shit! I'm so sorry..I didn't even realize." You licked your lips and smiled up at him.

"It's okay bill..I'm okay. Was it good?" You asked, standing up and wiping your chin. He nodded fast and kisses your lips. Bill then laid you down on the hotel bed and grabbed the condom.

"You ready?" He muttered to you while putting on the condom. You took a deep breath in and held his hands.

"Yeah I'm ready, go ahead." He kissed your forehead and aligned his dick up with your pussy. Then slowly pushed himself in. You squealed at the feeling and gasped. Bill noticed almost immediately and looked up at you. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?!" You shook your head and pulled him closer. Keep going. You whispered to him and kisses him on his lips. He kept pushing himself into you until he was finally balls deep. He gave you a minute to get used to the feeling and waited for the okay to move. Once you nodded to him, he began to thrust into you. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside of you. I mean what do you expect he's a teenage boy. But God, you felt so amazing. So wet and the way your pussy wrapped around his dick. It's like you were made for him.

So pretty. So gorgeous. All mine. Mine. My pretty. He whispered to you, thrusting deep and hard. You two were holding hands and everything was so messy. Saliva and spit were all over both of your faces as you two kisses. It was perfect and everything you ever dreamed of. He made this so special and perfect for you. You always wanted to wait for the right guy even while tons of girls had been losing their virginity at your age already. Any of the guys you dated before were nothing compared to bill. Bill was your everything. Crazy. That was crazy considered you two are only been together for a few months but that didn't matter. You two hadn't said I love you yet but you knew you did. There was no possible way you couldn't love him. He was your soul mate..and you were his.

A/N: I hope you liked this!!! Ty so much for all the support you guys have given me so far, this has been so amazing. IM SO BAD AT ENDINGS IM SORRY LMFAO

[stvolanis]

Don’t Wanna Grow Up.

( one shot )

PAIRINGS: Rockstar! OC X Mean! Jim Hopper

WARNINGS: guys Hopper is really mean in this, small plot, OC is in a band (corroded coffin), she’s Eddie’s best friend/step-sister, age gap (OC is 19 and hops in his 40s), dubcon, drinking, usual rockstar things, OC is also kinda an asshole,nice jim at the end, hop being a cop (that rhymed lol)

NSFW INCLUDES: anal play, degradation (slut, brat, bitch), spitting, (hard) slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, breath play, power play, size kink, manhandling, choking, oral (m receiving), praising (if you squint), heavy sir kink, humiliation, public sex (parking lot), p in v sex, overstimulation, cum eating, SORRY IF I MISSED ANYTHING<3

Istg I got horny while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy !!<3

please lmk if you guys are interested in a part 2!!

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the night was lively and booming in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. It was a big contrast to the usual boring nights that the locals were used to, and it was surely a huge difference for on-duty chief of police, Jim Hopper.

Rowdy teens were one thing, but full grown adults plus teenagers being loud and obnoxious was not how hopper wanted to spend his night. Of course the big commotion would only mean one thing, lots of paperwork and phone calls.

It was a Tuesday night. A school night. A work night, even. What could have possibly caused all this up roar in the town? This much disruption and constant noise complaint phone calls from a small, quiet and local bar were unusual. But, nonetheless, the chief loaded up in his cruiser and made quick work of heading to the busy bar.

Jim could hear the faint blaring music from down the road, much to his dismay. As he pulled in and got out of his car, slamming the door shut, he quickly took notice of the locals stumbling out of the bar drunkenly, hollering only god knows what as he watched one fall into a bush. It was gonna be a long night.

Hopper walked into the noisy bar and was instantly met with the smell of strong alcohol and must coming from the sweaty bodies dancing around in the crowd. Unfortunately, he could also smell the lingering remanence of throw up, cause his face to crinkle up in disgust. Suddenly, the bright stage that was flashing every color under the sun caught his attention.

Of course she would be what was causing all of this nonsense.

Blood red hair sticking up in all kinds of directions bounced up and down while singing wildly. One of her dainty, fishnet covered hands in the air as her other held a microphone. The deep red lipstick she was wearing was slightly smeared, as was her eyeliner and mascara. Her honey brown eyes peering over the crowd with a wicked smile dancing on her lips at the mess she’s stirred. The lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Cherrie.

A Highschool drop-out who was on the upcoming charts with her band, soon to be leaving the small town to start touring across America for a hefty price. A delinquent since she became friends with the Munson boy, who she’d met in the 5th grade after she stabbed him in the thigh with her pink pencil.

Cherrie was a force to be reckoned with, and Hop can’t even count on his fingers anymore how many times she’d spent the night in the county jail either high out of her mind or drunk on gin. She’d spent her whole life in and out of the system, till Eddie Munsons uncle, Wayne, decided he’d take her in. Her love for music started when she’d stumbled across Eddie’s massive music collection. Once Eddie got his guitar and she had a microphone in her hand, the rest was history.

The band started off as something they did for fun with their friends, but then it turned into something they couldn’t even imagine. Once their producer released their first album, it went flying off the shelves after about a lingering week of nothing. Before they knew it, they were ushered to go on tour in 2 weeks times. Cherrie always felt she was destined for more than the small town had to offer, but she could never quite place it till now. She had wanted an escape for as long as she can remember, and now that she finally had one, she wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon.

The small town she lived in seen the worst in her, even the ones who were much worse than her. The difference between them was that she wasn’t afraid to show it. She didn’t need to put up a facade for people, because they’d always just see her as the burnt out Highschool drop out. But when she was on stage, it was like she was on top of the world. For once, the people who’d whisper terrible things about her and spread ugly rumors were looking up at her and cheering their hearts out. It was a nice change. It was a euphoric feeling.

Cherrie was no stranger when it came to the male gaze, as she’d dealt with it since she was only about 14. It’s always made her uncomfortable, for sure, but after a while she’d learned how to use it to her advantage. So it was no surprise when she’d tried attempt to seduce Jim Hopper a few months prior when he’d threaten to lock her up for good. She’d ended up spending the night in a jail cell. Ever since then, Jim’s felt uneasy around the ball of fire. Almost afraid she’d pounce at any moment on him.

But right now, it was almost as if he was in a trance as he watched her body move enchantingly. The lighting made her deep olive skin appear more vibrant, and hopper could see the sweat dripping down her chest and into her open cleavage. She wore a tight strapless corset that was laced and a small mini skirt that was so short, he was sure if she turned around he’d be able to see her ass. The fishnets that adorned her arms and legs had skulls embroidered onto them, but hopper could still see her colorful Paul Stanley star-man tattoo on the side of her thigh.

The choker she wore had protruding spikes on it and the chains she wore along with it complimented her slim neck. Hopper instinctively locked his dry lips as he stared at her for a moment longer before their eyes connected, and he felt the hairs on his arm stand up and his back straighten.

Cherrie watched Hopper walked to the side of the stage with furrowed eyebrows as he unplugged Eddie’s amp and the strobe lights, effectively making everyone let out noises of confusion and annoyance. Cherrie rolled her eyes and groaned as she dropped the mic onto the ground angrily before hopping off of the stage, pushing her way through the crowd to get to Jim. Eddie was hot on her tail, trying to calm down the fire he could’ve swore he saw in her eyes begin to spark, but he was soon lost in the crowd as he called out to her.

“What the fuck are you doing, shithead?!” Cherrie yelled out as she stood in front of Jim. “Doin’ my job, Cherrie. But you always gotta make it harder f’me, huh?” He huffed out with annoyance as he pushed past her towards the crowd of rowdy people.

“Everyone out! Right now, unless you’d like to spend the night with me at the station.” He yelled to the crowd, who quickly dispersed. Many sending Hopper ugly glances, but he was too over everything to care. “No, this is my scene, why’d you have to come fuck it up?!” She said with a groan as she stood chest to chest with him, though she was much smaller than him.

“Noise complaints, from multiple people.” He replied dryly. “Why can’t you just stay out of trouble for 2 fuckin’ minutes, is it that hard?” He added with a scoff. Cherrie didn’t process what happened as she felt her fist connect with his cheek, wincing as she rubbed her knuckles before slowly looking back up at an angry chief.

“Shit—Wait—” she muttered as she tried backing away from him, but Hop wasn’t having it. He harshly gripped her upper arm before slamming her front into the wall. “Cmon, yknow I didn’t mean to.” She said as she tried to wiggle free from his tight hold. “Shut up, brat.” He replied through clenched teeth as he snapped his cuffs onto her wrists.

“Ow!” She shouted as the cuffs tightened around her wrists painfully. Hop ignored her please as he dragged her out of the now almost empty bar. Eddie was by his van as he watched Cherrie get taken out in handcuffs with a shake of his head and a frown. “M’ sorry, Eds!” She shouted to him across the parking lot with a shrug of her shoulders. Eddie sighed as their band loaded up their belongings into his car.

Hopper pushed her forward towards the car. “We ain’t stoppin’ for chit-chat.” He grumbled under his breath. Cherrie merely rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Asshole.” She muttered under her breath. Hopper gripped her wrists in the cuffs tighter and he watched as she winced in pain. “What was that? Hm?” He muttered lowly in her ear.

She could feel his warm breath against the shell of her ear, and that’s all it took for her body to feel like it’s on fire. His grip on her wrists and the way she could feel his crotch area brush against her ass as they walked to the car from how close they are had her body on edge. She bit her lip as he opened the backseat door for her before roughly shoving her in and slamming the door shut.

Hopper got in his seat and fumbled with his keys with a huff before starting his cruiser. “Yknow you’re kinda hot when you’re mad to me, chief.” Cherrie giggled as she batted her lashes. Hopper eyed her through the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly trailing down to her open cleavage that was now free of sweat before rolling his eyes and adjusting the mirror to see better behind him, but really it’s just so his boner wouldn’t further harden from the sight of her in cuffs in his back seat.

Cherrie giggled lightly as she made herself comfortable in the backseat as Jim began driving to the police station. And then an idea hit her. “Yknow, I always thought you were a pretty shitty cop.” She said aloud as she looked out the window with a smirk. “Excuse me?” Hopper said, taken slightly aback.

“You heard me. I don’t even know you you became chief—I mean, aren’t you always drinking on the job? Yet you wanna make me seem like I’m the worst person ever.” She scoffed out with an eye roll. Hopper slammed on the breaks, making Cherrie hurl forward, hitting the head rest with a loud ‘thud’.

“Shit—what the fuck, Hop?!” She yelled out with furrowed brows. Jim’s breathing was erratic and hit fists were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. “Yeah? You think I’m a shitty cop? Alright, y’little bitch.” He muttered with a dark chuckle as he drove into an empty parking lot that was some what hidden behind trees.

“What’re you doin? you aren’t gonna kill me are you?” Cherrie giggled, feigning fear. Hopper didn’t respond as he parked the car and swung his door open, quickly opening Cherries too. “Hey—” she started, but was cut off when hopper gripped her upper arm tightly, yanking her out of her seat and onto the ground. Cherrie sat on her knees in front of the cop, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

“Y’gonna hurt me, Hop?” She challenged with raised brows and a taunting smirk. Hoppers hand harshly made contact with the side of her cheek, roughly slapping her, making her head spin to the side as a stinging pain overtook her cheek. Cherrie whimpered lightly, making Hopper chuckle. “Thought this was what you wanted, brat.” He said tauntingly as he gripped her hair, making her look up at him.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen—” he started . “Y’gonna suck my cock like a good girl n then I’m gonna fuck that tight little cunt until I’m through with you, n maybe your ass if I feel like it. You’ve been a little bitch all night so don’t expect to fucking cum, y’hear me?” He stated as he peered down at her. Cherrie felt her pussy begin to ache with need, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to actually want him the way she does now.

Cherrie nodded and Hopper slapped her once again, but on her other cheek. “Words, slut.” He spit out. Cherrie moaned at the slap, making hopper chuckle. “Yes, sir.” She muttered as she bit down on her lip. Jim groaned at the name. “Good girl.” He praised as he began to unzip his pants, letting them fall to his knees.

Cherrie could see his large bulge and a small wet patch where his tip is that’s seeping through. “M’gonna teach you how to suck cock properly, little girl.” He said as he let his hard cock spring free, long and so thick. A vein ran along the underside of it and Cherries mouth watered at the sight, but she wasn’t gonna let up so easily. “S’ not gonna fit in my mouth. Don’t want it to.” She said.

“I don’t give a fuck, you act like a brat n’ you get treated like one.” He said as he slapped his cock against the side of her cheek with a smirk. He soon forced Cherries mouth open with his thumb and shoved his throbbing member down her throat without warning, making her gag aloud. Cherrie could feel her eyes watering as his cock hit the back of her throat with no mercy. It was getting hard to breathe, and it didn’t help when the mean man above her pinched her nose shut as he held his cock in the back of her throat with a loud groan.

After a few seconds he let her nose go and she released his throbbing dick, gasping for air, hee chest heaving. “Please—” she begged through breaths of air. Jim quickly shoved his cock back down her throat that was now becoming unbearably sore, along with her jaw. She moaned around his cock as she began to grind her sopping cunt against the chiefs freshly polished boots.

Hopper felt his end coming near at the sight it. “Look at you— h-humping my boot l-l-like a bitch in heat.” He moaned at through clenched teeth as he watched her mascara and eyeliner run down her cheeks from her tears that he caused. The way she feverishly humped against his boot harder after his comment made him cum down her throat with a groan and a string of ‘fuckkk, just like that’ and ‘so fuckin good’.

Cherries senses were overwhelmed as she tasted him down her throat and on her tongue. Salty, but not bitter. Hopper slightly pulled out and released the rest of his cum on her tongue that was hanging outside of her mouth with a satisfied moan. Cherrie made quick work of swallowing his generous load. “Whaddya say, baby?” He mocked.

“Thank you for your cum, sir.” Cherrie said as she gripped at his leg, her panty covered pussy still dripping on his boot. “Needy little girl, aren’t you, Cherrie?” He asked as he clicked his tongue. She nodded and muttered a small ‘yes, sir’ as he surprisingly, gently pulled her up from the ground. Hopper gripped Cherries throat and pulled her face close to his, just enough to where their lips were brushing against each other.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good.” He muttered, and Cherrie groaned as he lips finally crashed with his. The kiss was messy and heated, and their teeth clashed together as did their tongues. They fought for dominance, but Jim over powered her as his tongue danced with hers. “Fuckkk, y’taste so good.” He groaned against her as his grip on her slim throat tighten just above her spiked choker that he adored so much on her.

He opened her mouth before spitting into it, his boner growing larger as he watched her swallow it obediently. It was just something about making her go from a bratty, loud, rude and arrogant little girl to a submissive, hot mess with not much to say now that made Jim Hopper go absolutely fucking feral. The need to be inside of her hurled into his senses as he dragged her to the front of his cruiser, bending her over the hood.

Jim got down onto his knees, now eye level with her wet, fishnet covered baby pink panties with lace on the trim of it. “So cute, baby.” He muttered as he kissed the flesh of her ass before gripping both cheeks in his large hands. He pressed his nose into her panties and inhaled her scent deeply, his dick throbbing at the smell of her arousal. Cherrie whimpered as his nose brushed against her aching clit as she tried to wiggle her pussy even closer to his face.

Hopper chuckled at his needy girl and licked a long stripe over her panties. Cherrie let out a pornographic moan as he sucked her panty covered clit into his mouth. “Please, sir, ‘m sorry for bein’ a bad girl, need you so bad. promise I’ll be good.” She whined out as her eyes began to water again.

“Since you asked so nicely f’me, whore.” He said as though he were pondering it. He stood up and easily towered over the small girl bent over the hood of his car as he ripped her fishnets big enough to wear he could push her panties to the side. He groaned as he watched her slick drip out of her pussy and down her thighs. “Hop, my fishnets..” she muttered breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you new fishnets, baby, whatever you want.” He muttered as leaned over and kissed her shoulder. He slapped her ass, once, twice, just to watch it jiggle against the impact before spreading her ass once again to get a better view of her pussy. “So wet..” he murmured to himself as he slapped her gently slapped her cunt, making her let out a soft groan.

Hopper aligned his massive cock to her entrance and pushed in forcefully before pausing for a moment to get the smaller girl used to his size. Her cunt squeezed around him in a vice grip, almost painfully as he hissed. Cherrie moaned as she felt him fill her small cunt to the brim, kissing her cervix. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, begging to move.

“Please, sir—” she started, and Jim wasted no time in pulling out just to slam back into her again, causing Cherrie to let out a gasp. Hopper began pounding into the red haired girl, one of his hands gripping her wrists that were still in handcuffs while the other harshly smacked her ass hard enough to leave a deep red hand print, making Cherries eyes water.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned out loud ‘uhs’ each time he slammed back into her. As his pace began to gradually increase, the sweaty sound of skin slapping together could be heard throughout the parking lot and Jim felt like he was on cloud 9. Her cunt was so warm and tight. Almost as if she were a virgin.

Hop imagined her stomach swollen and her breasts enlarged and swollen with milk. How she’d become domesticated and obedient, much to his pleasure. He imagined her whimpers and moans as he’d fondle her nipples and squeezed the bundle of nerves just to watch the milk come out of them.

His hips slammed into hers harder and faster, taking Cherries breath away as her moans were uncontrollable and throat sore. Her mind was blank and all she could think about was the way he was filling her up. “Like the way I fuck you, hm? Stuffin’ this little pussy just the way you like.” The older man said as he threw his head back with a loud moan.

God, she loved how vocal he was. It made her pussy clench around him as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Sir—‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, oh my god—” she moaned out, her voice a higher pitch as she whined at the stimulation. Hopper sounded almost animalistic as he let out a what sounded close to a growl. “I told you you’re not gonna fuckin’ cum, you hear me?” He said through pants. Cherrie could tell he was being serious, but she just couldn’t hold it.

“please, ‘m sorry, sorry, I c—ca—can’t hold it.” She gasped out as her mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape as her orgasm slammed into her. Cherrie squirted all over Jim’s lower body, making him let out a groan. “Fuckkk..” he groaned out again. Cherrie thought Hopper would let up since she’d already came, but it seemed like the man had other plans.

Her pussy was so sensitive as he continued his brutal thrusts in and out with no remorse to her aching cunt. “please—stop, I can’t—“ she begged loudly as she tried to push her cuffed hands against his lower stomach, weakly trying to push him away from her but failing miserably. “No, you wanted to cum so you’re gonna fuckin cum for me as many times as I tell you to.” He said as he watched her ass jiggle each time his hips hit hers.

Hopper moved his hand that was around her wrist to her ass cheek, spreading it before spitting down into her puckered hole. He used his thumb to smear around his saliva before he slowly pushed it in, making Cherrie hiss out in pain. “This is what little girls who don’t listen get. They get their assholes used and violated.” He said with a chuckle as he began to fuck her tight ass with his thumb.

Broken moans left her throat as she felt herself go cross eyed, body shaking at the stimulation of her clit dragging against the hood of the car with each violent thrust delivered to her over-used cunt, paired with his thumb fucking into her ass made her orgasm quickly approach again.

“Sir, ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please, please!” She yelled out like it was a chant. Hopper bit down harshly on his lip, drawing blood before speaking. “Hold on, ‘m almost there, slut.” He huffed out as his thrusts became erratic and sloppy. “Y’want me to cum in this pussy? Make you nice n’ full? Make you all nice n swollen with my fuckin’ babies?” He moaned out.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, need your cum, please cum in me. Need it so bad.” She moaned out, drunk on his cock that was drilling into her now more sloppy. “Yeah? Fuck , yes. Cum f’me right now, Cherrie. Cum f’me.” He repeated over and over till she squirted all over his cock for a second time, her body shaking and spasming with each dragging thrust he blew.

His hips stilled as his cock stuffed her full, and she could feel him getting soft inside of her before lazily pulling out. Hopper dropped down to his knees again and began licking up both of their release from her hole, savoring the taste of her juices that were now dripping down the starved man’s chin, making his beard sticky. “Oh my god.” Cherrie moaned as her legs shook violently at the harsh overstimulation of him fucking his cum back into her pussy with three of his large fingers.

Jim let up and slapped her cunt a few times for safe measures before he grabbed the keys to her handcuffs and took them off. Hopper put her panties back in place to make sure none of his valued cum can get out of her used cunt. He let her body fall limp against him as he picked her up bridal style as he opened the passenger door, gently putting her in.

“‘M takin’ you to my house, baby. Gon’ take good care of you, Cherrie.” He murmured gently as he kissed her temple. Cherrie nodded and blushed madly at his gentle, loving tone. A tone no one besides Wayne or Eddie used for her.

Maybe Jim Hopper wasn’t so bad after all.

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kitty met up with hyunjin, minji and felix to go the 3racha house. minho didn’t wanna go and stayed home with his cats.

“i can’t believe minho would rather be with his cats than party with us.” minji states annoyed, fixing her red dress as they get closer to the house. “do you think there’s any cute girls here?”

hyunjin rolls his eyes, “i thought kitty was your girl?”

“we all know it’s just cause i’m a simp. there’s no romantic feelings from both of us.” she answers as the music grows louder.

all four of them enter the house, kitty sees changbin and walks over to him. “hey binnie.” she smiles at him.

he returns the smile, “wassup kitty, glad you can make it.”

“she’s so hot.” one of his friends state to another. kitty finds out it’s jisung and jeongin.

she shakes her head, laughing a bit. “thank you.”

changbin pats jisung’s back, “he’s a fan and jeongin just became a fan.” the two friends blush and look away from her. “but you look great.” he compliments.

kitty shake your head, smiling, “thank you.”

“did you come for seungmin?” jeongin asks, looking around for his best friend.

she shakes her head, “no, my friend, hyunjin, said that jisung invited him.” she points at changbin, “can’t believe you didn’t invite me personally.” she states, looking away from him. “cut off.”

his face drops, “you can’t just cut me off-”

“i can and i will.” she states as she cut off his sentence. “plus seungmin is the one who invited me instead of you.”

jeongin glances at his two friends before looking back at kitty with a blush on his face. “well, it’s cause we think you two should be friends.”

kitty raises her brow, “really? why?”

changbin pours her a drink, handing it to her. “um…” he looks at jisung, “well… we think you’re a good fit to keep his mind off his ex girlfriend.”

she stares at him in shock as she drinks the liquor in the cup. “me? why?”

“well… i’m friends with hyunjin and he says how sweet and great you are. we also like you, so we think you’ll be the best to help him. it doesn’t have to be romantically, it can be platonic.” jisung says, looking behind you to see seungmin walking over. he quickly walks away to talk to other people.

jeongin also leaves when he sees his friend walking over, leaving kitty and changbin there. “don’t mention this conversation with him, he’ll be pissed.” he tells kitty. “wassup min.”

seungmin groans, pouring a cup of liquor for himself, “i didn’t even want to be here.”

“yeah, i should’ve let you sulk in your room.” changbin rolls his eyes drinking his liquor.

seungmim glares at him before noticing kitty, his breath hitch, she’s beautiful he thought to himself. “didn’t think you’d come.”

kitty rolls her eyes, “i said i would come.” felix walks over to the three of them. “hey lixie.”

“hey kitty. you guys must be friends of kitty.” he smiles at them, holding his hand out. “i’m felix.”

changbin was the one who shook his hand, “changbin.” he says his name. “this is seungmin.”

felix nods, “yeah the one who hit the ball in her face. not going to lie, she didn’t even seem to care.” he tells seungmin. “i think it’s cau-“

kitty quickly covers his mouth. “shut up lixie.” he glances at her, rolling his eyes. “trying to expose me? that’s not very sunshine of you.”

♡

after a few drinks in, kitty, hyunjin and changbin were dancing and daring each other to do stuff. seungmin watches from a far, a little disappointed how kitty is hanging out with them and not talking to him.

“hey minnie.” a very familiar voice says next to him. his eyes widen when he sees his ex girlfriend standing next to him. “i missed you.”

he couldn’t even speak when he saw her for a few seconds. “hari… i thought you were in china?”

she giggled, touching his arm. “i missed you so i transferred back.”

“it’s been months.” he tells her, glancing at kitty.

hari looks at him sadly, “you didn’t miss me?”

seungmin shakes his head, “i… i been talking to someone else, i didn’t have time to think of you or miss you.” he lies.

“really?” she says in shock. “you found someone better than me? someone who’ll care for you like me?” she scoffs, not believing him. he nods in response, “fine. go and kiss her.” hari knew he wouldn’t kiss a stranger, he doesn’t have the balls for it. he doesn’t like the public affection.

seungmin hesitates, a bit surprised that she stated that. his eyes immediately landed on kitty, he wanted to kiss her out of everyone. mainly because she’s pretty and funny and confident. he starts to walk towards her, a bit nervous as his ex girlfriend watches him, knowing he won’t do it.

when he is standing in front of her, he speaks, “can i kiss you?” changbin’s eyes widen at the boldness of his friend. he looks behind him and sees his ex. seungmin’s eyes beg for her to agree, “please.” kitty nods. seungmin moves closer and locks lips with her. his heart starts to burst, beating like crazy, her lips felt great against his. his hands move towards her hips, while her arms wrap around his neck.

synopsis: being an onlyfans creator in college is hard sometimes, getting innuendo comments thrown at you, that’s what kitty deals with but ignores it. she meets seungmin by accident, a baseball hitting her face. he knows who she is because of his friends.

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Luis ramble time

TW//homophobia??

I think my favorite thing about Luis has to be the idea that his religious trauma led him to become homophobic but not in the sense of how it normally is. I think he internalized it as he grew up in a Catholic setting and became more interested in other people. This is why I believe he probably wouldn't have kissed Leon,,he will flirt and make flirty gestures but I don't really believe he'd full on go for it. I think it's more believable that he would've felt guilty because we all know one thing Luis still holds dear is his religion.

To me Luis is bisexual and when he met Leon it made him remember those odd feeling but he was to afraid to express them both from fear of loosing Leon and the feeling of being sinful. (this comes from someone who connects to Luis in these regards,,dw I came to terms with myself awhile ago!) And just like everything else in his life he ran away from it and ultimately..

He never let himself feel those emotions nor tell Leon

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FERAL I WENT OVER THIS I STARTED GOING DOWN SUCH A LONG RABBIT HOLE OUUUUGHHH

BUT YOURE SO RIGHT YOU HAVE A BIT BEAUTIFUL BRAIN IT HURTS SM,,,,,,,, I think you’re absolutely right but I wanted to add my own headcannons too cuz I think it could be a very very interesting discussion!!!!!! I’ve put my thoughts under the cut so it doesn’t clog up peoples dashboards!!!!

I couldn’t agree more I think it’d be pretty safe ro say Luis has a FAIR BIT of internalised homophobia from his religious upbringing (now I wanna clarify that I don’t have any religious trauma like, at all, I wasn’t brought up relifious but I have TONS of friends who’ve gone through it so I’ve done my best to understand it best I can!!!!) and where my headcannon sliiiiiiiightly differs from yours is that I think Luis probably would have come to terms with his own queerness by the time he’s working with Umbrella

Obviously he’s already very flamboyant and VERRRRYYY flirty w both men and women and he’s clearly confident in himself- but what a lot of people seem to forget that the lovely @blveherb and @possessionisamyth have gone into detail about is that Luis is an immigrant, and if you look at literally any piece of history from before like,,,, roughly around the 80’s queer and immigrant history were REALLY intertwined, like, the two communities would often be at the same places or facing the same struggles at the same time etc and obviously white historians haven’t done us any favours with preserving this history (and ALSO also i am WHITE AS ALL HELL so im obviously not in a position to be speaking on topics that i dont fully understand/havent affected me which is why i ask that if anyone is more knowledgable on the topic please do elaborate on it!!!!!!!)((also it’s obviously very very important not to try and take away focus from or erase poc history when talking about queer history!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

So I don’t think it would be much of a stretch to say that Luis, after leaving Valdelobos and ending up wherever he did, would have also discovered the queer community as a whole just by virtue of being apart of a minority (again, this isn’t something that’s ever even remotely effected me so please if I’ve made any mistakes or if anyone wants to point anything out do so!!!!) also I just imagine that, in general, Luis would’ve been grateful for any kind of community to fall back on after he left his own- how old he was when he left is unknown obviously but I can’t imagine being barely even an adult discovering the big wide world for the first time after spending your entire life in a tiny rural catholic village would’ve been easy which is why communities like that are so important (also you could absolutely go into how Umbrella would’ve fed that need for a community even further in a young naive Luis but that’s getting ahead of the subject)

Also somewhat on and off topic but M A A N Y historians have pointed out that Don Quixote is a pretty queer fricken book. That’s an entirely different discussion in and of itself but the whole book itself, the relationship between Alonso and Sancho, the history itself surrounding the book etc can leave a lot of queer interpretations to be read (and @highball66 has pointed out that while not specifically a term used for gay men, in some areas ‘Sancho’ has been used to refer to ‘the other guy in the relationship’, ie the man the husband is sleeping with etc) ((AND also it’s just,, kinda hard to analyse super old books through the lens of the LGBTQ+ community as we understand it roday- Kaz Rowe on YouTube has some good videos on the topic I can’t reccomend enough!!!!))

And so I personally like to imagine that by the time he returns BACK to Valdelobos, he’s probably come to terms with it- but like most traumas, returning to the place where it all started and manifested probably would’ve brought up those same feelings of internalised homophobia like you’ve said; which is why he’s so afraid to confess to Leon. Even if he KNOWS he’s come to terms with his identity n such, that doesn’t mean that returning to the place where it all started doesn’t bring back up those old feelings (also him returning home in the manor that he does just makes my theory/headcannon that he’s Trans go WILD but I’m saving that for ANOTHER DAY)

‘He holds Religion very Close to him’ GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ABT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like even if he doesn’t still believe in god or anything his upbringing still effects him!!!!!!!!!!!!! He still always does the sign of the cross whenever he sees a dead body and obviously that classic catholic guilt and need to repent follows his every actions alongside just, y’know, the average amount of guilt people would feel in his situation BCNEHENDJDND so can you imagine how much WORSE he’d feeling going BACK to Valdelobos and meeting LEON and having all those feelings and fears come up again???????????? OUGH WHY MAKE ME THINK ABT THIS OP /lh

AND and, like you mentioned, Luis always has this reoccurring theme of thinking he has more time than he actually has and that he can run away from anything. It’s honestly so so so very tragic; and just the idea of that cycle repeating AGAIN in something SO PERSONAL (ie, his love for Leon) is just,,,,,,,,,, o u g h it’s so heartbreaking man why would you say that I am strangling you /jjjjjjjj

Luis always thinks he has more time to fix his mistakes, to be a better person- and even when he starts to realise he doesn’t, he still holds out hope. He thinks, ‘tomorrow I’ll tell Leon’, but he never gets that opportunity.

And finally this one is purely self indulgent but I’ve always pictured Luis as being the kind of person to just be happy labelling himself as ‘queer’ cuz it’s quick and convinient but BISEXUAL LUIS SL TRUE

(Also obligatory ‘these are just headcannons/theories/analysis nobody is saying these are CANNON this is just an observation’ message!!!!!!!)

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Title: panic attack (aftermath)

Description: after coming home from a rather anxious meeting with some other online animators, hosuh finds himself completely drained from a panic attack that he had, but thankfully he has Stephen to be there for him.

Ler: Stephen

Lee: hosuh

(Platonic)

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“How long has it been?” Jay asked, obviously concerned for his silver haired friend.

Daniel who was sitting across the table from jay, looked down at his watch and said: “almost three hours since he came back”

Stephen blinked, “seriously? That long? What the hell are we doing then just standing on the side while hosuh is just suffering under the influence of a…” Stephen lowered his voice to whisper, making sure hosuh didn’t hear. “Panic attack”

“Correction, he’s currently done and now recovering from his numbness from the..well you know, but yeah, I agree with Stephen, we should go and talk to hosuh, we are his friends after all” Jay stood up and was about to head over to hosuh, when Stephen put a hand on his shoulder.

“Actually…let me handle this. I am his closest friend and well, I think it would be better if just me and him were alone for this” Stephen reasoned, hoping Jay would get the message.

Jay thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, and looked over at Dan as Stephen went over to his bedroom door down the hall.

“I hope hosuh’s alright, what could have caused his distress?” Daniel said, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’m not sure, but as long as hosuh knows he’s safe around us and the environment, that’s all that matters right now” Jay replied.

Stephen lifted his hand to knock on the closed door, before hesitating. *the hell am I doing?! Hosuh is my friend! I’m supposed to help him!*

Stephen forced a gentle knock as he cleared his throat, trying his best not to seem like he was interrupting hosuh’s personal bubble. Stephen opened his mouth to speak: “Hosuh? Are you alright? We heard from a call earlier that…well, me and Jay and Dan just want to know if your alright”

Only silence met Stephen, giving him the idea that hosuh was in one of those moods when he was either sad, angry or feeling empty. *probably the last option knowing what happened, or rather I don’t in detail at least*

Stephen opened the door and closed it behind him, finding hosuh lying on the bed with his back to Stephen. Stephen walked over and sat down on the bed, seeing that hosuh was awake, just extremely stoic and his blue eyes seeming to dim from the lack of emotion he seemed to suppress under his anxiety if not this depressive episode. Stephen knew hosuh well enough to know he never suffered from serious depression or anxiety, so he, jay or Dan for that matter never knew what could have been the cause for his panic attack.

*maybe he was just overly stressed that he panicked over something? Perhaps it was from a phobia?* Stephen guessed, the gears in his head turning slowly.

“Wanna talk about what happened today?” Stephen asked, his voice low but full of interest and sincere concern.

Stephen is never this compassionate towards anyone, and never hosuh usually, but Stephen knew he wasn’t gonna let a rough day ruin hosuh like this, not when hosuh had never let him down all other times.

“You know I care right? Hosuh?”

Silence rained, as hosuh breathed in slow and exhaled in a way of answering Stephen but not n a helpful way however, he remained as lifeless as ever, slowly blinking. Hosuh was so out of it, he was so discontent he might as well looked disconnected from the world around him.

Stephen placed a hand on his shoulder, Stephen felt Hosuh jump a little from the contact. He still had a little life in him left, he just needed to find a way to make it rise.

“Remember how when we first became real friends, and that I would make you happy no matter what? Because I love you and all?” Stephen asked, getting hosuh’s eyes to look in his direction without moving his head. “I promised I would and well, I’m here to do whatever I can to make you happy again”

Hosuh started show a slightly irritated look and just pulled the covers over his head.

“Even if you try to run from it..” Stephen said with a small smile. “Now come on hosuh, where is the man that was always there for me when I needed him the most? Come on show yourself”

Hosuh remained still under the covers, but Stephen could sense that this could actually work.

“And who’s the friend that picked me up after I fell to the dirt?” Stephen playfully teased, placing the same hand from a minute ago over hosuh’s side, making hosuh freeze. “Come on where is he?~”

Stephen repositioned himself closer to hosuh’s and put both hands on hosuh, running them around his torso before finding his sides on top of the blanket. Hosuh seems to scoot away from Stephen a little.

“Now where is that I friend? I could really use a friend right now, a friend that is willing to give me a smile and something else that follows a smile perhaps?” Stephen gently squeezed hosuh’s sides, making him squirm already from the contact. “Come on, I still had not found that friend, now do I have to force him to come out of hiding? Or will he come out himself?”

Stephen started to carefully dig his digits into hosuh’s skin through the blanket, making small circles, giggling started to sound from under the covers.

“Ste-hehephen please-“ hosuh finally spoke under his breath through a fit of giggles.

Stephen started to poke randomly with one of his hands, the other still, making five small finger circles on hosuh’s side.

“Come on hosuh, gimme a laugh, come on, not that hard to laugh” Stephen teased, now stopping his actions to pull the blanket down to reveal a frowned scared hosuh. Stephen grinned like a wolf. “I see that blush on your face, you can’t fool me dude”

Hosuh hid his face with a pillow, refusing to smile or laugh.

“Well if your not gonna talk I guess I’ll have to force and answer out of you, are you satisfied and happy yet?”

Hosuh just grumbled an inaudible ‘nuh uh’ thought the pillow.

“What’s with the attitude man, where’s my happy optimistic friend?!” Stephen raised his voice in a manner as if he was playing. “Don’t tell me this shady hosuh is ticklish and I have to change him back”

That comment left hosuh blushing, to which Stephen could see a little behind the pillow and smirked wider with gratitude. Stephen started to attack hosuh’s sides with more aggression, push hosuh further. Hosuh was doing his best not to laugh, which was working so far, only small giggling and snorts would escape Hosuh, but it wasn’t enough for Stephen.

“Where is hosuh?! And what have you done with him!” Stephen said. “Hosuh can you hear me? I can still save you from this horrid nightmare you call an empty shell!”

This was getting deeper into hosuh and at any moment he was gonna break.

“Tell me this, is hosuh ticklish on his…ribs?!”

Hosuh was at the edge of breaking, Stephen tracing and digging his fingers in between his ribs was almost unbearable, he was squirming so much and could barely contain his laughter any more.

“Who’s my best friend? Come on hosuh~ say it~ you know you wanna~ who is my best friend? Are you satisfied?!” Stephen joked. “I need answers!”

Stephen started attacking his stomach.

“HAHAHAHAAHA!!!” Hosuh had finally broke, his stomach was not the most sensitive, but it was one he was more embarrassed of, to which he started blushing uncontrollably.

“Awwww~ there you are~” Stephen cooed, pulling hosuh close and in his lap, continuing his attack on his sides and ribs. “Look at you~ you look a lot better in a smile then a frown, I could do this all day if I wanted”

“NOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” Hosuh started to squirm away but Stephen grabbed hosuh from behind and flung him back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh! You dont get to run from this, I’m not done with you mister” Stephen then used a hand to ruffle hosuh’s hair and the other to stroke behind his ear which he knew was gonna tickle, making hosuh giggle already. Stephen just started to laugh anyways since he found hosuh to amusing and adorable as friend to stop playing with him. “And this spot is a bit ticklish~ hehehehe”

Hosuh slapped stephens hands away, only for Stephen to go back to tickling his sides, squeezing rapidly and giving pressure through his fingers, Hosuh curled up and couldn’t help but say “Stehehephen! Stohohohop! I’m happy now I geheheehet it!”

Stephen pulled hosuh into hug, stopping his attack for a moment…but only for a moment. Hosuh smiled a bit, hugging back.

“Thanks for checking on me, I probably still would have been happy even if jay or dan came to help me, but I’m glad you did”

“Yeah? So you think jay or Dan would also be tickling you like this?” Stephen teased, see as red glow increase on hosuh’s face. “Hahahaaha! Just kidding, only Stephen can cheer Hosuh up that way”

“Uhhh no” Hosuh said, leaning back from Stephen.

“Uhhh yeah?” Stephen pushed on.

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

“No stephen doesn’t get to top anyone this time”

“Stephen does get to be the best, cause he is the best!” Stephen boasted.

Hosuh let out a snicker, as if mocking stephens efforts to be superior. He looked at hosuh looking confused and a little upset.

“You think that’s funny to you?” Stephen asked, trying to grab hosuh by an arm but hosuh instead got off the bed, only to be pulled back again.

Stephen layed on top of hosuh to keel him still, aside from his legs that started to squirm and kick. Hosuh was laying on his back.

“I’ll show you funny, you clearly need more optimism” Stephen said, both hands on hosuh’s sides again, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers.

“Wait! Stephen I already have a bunch of that! You already do your thing, you cheered me up!” Hosuh yelped, knowing that he can’t do anything with his free hands.

“Yeah? But then you decided to throw it back in my face after all a my hard work by snickering at my pride!” Stephen explained, sitting up and trapping hosuhs arms at his sides with his legs.

“Now enough chat, more laughter….” Stephen added, making hosuh giggle uncomfortably. “Here comes thhheeeee tiiickle monnnster~”

Stephen playfully teased in a drawn out tone. Hosuh started squirm, but he could barely move under Stephen’s weight. Stephen lifted hosuh’s shirt and started tracing a finger around his stomach. Stephen noticed at the corner of his eye that hosuh was trying his best not to smile again.

“Nope!” Stephen declared, immediately digging his hands into hosuh’s sides, making him howl with laughter. “Don’t go back to gloomy hosuh! We just fixed that!”

Stephen then leaned his head down and started to blow small raspberry’s into hosuh’s neck, forcing screeches and yelps of giggles from his timid silver haired friend. Hosuh had manage to wiggle free an arm and started to attack Stephen’s stomach which he had a perfect shot from, Stephen jumped and looked at hosuh suspiciously, grabbing his free arm and pinning it above his head.

“Do you really think you’re fucking funny?” Stephen asked, almost genuinely. “Cause fighting back only makes situations worse for you”

Stephen moved both arms above hosuh’s head and smirked evilly, placing all five fingers on his ribs. “Perhaps I should start from the top” Stephen then dragged his hand down and eventually reaching hosuh’s side again. “Then again how far down can I really go?”

Stephen scooted back a bit and started kneading his hands into hosuh’s waist.

“HAHAHAHAAHAHA! NOHOHO PLEEHEHEASE!” Hosuh begged, but Stephen ignored him this time.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” Stephen asked, moving on to the tiger side. “Does it tickle? Why are you laughing? I’m just trying to give you a message”

Stephen then moved over to his sides and ribs, moving them up and down.

“Oh look at all of these spiders just skittering your body like crazy, I think you like it though~ you keep blushing and if you have a failed effort to get out and run you just give in? How cute, you even tried fighting back, you have to personality of a puppy but can’t do anything back cause it’s helpless, hehe”

Stephen let go of hosuh’s arms and started using both arms to attack both ends of his ribs and sides, hosuh tried blocking or swiping stephens hands away, but nothing was working anymore.

“Just a few..more..seconds…” Stephen grunted, forcing more laughs out of hosuh before he finally stopped, for real this time, he got off of hosuh and stood by his bed side. Hosuh was breathing heavily. “Heh heh, I guess my work here is done, Ive officially-“

Stephen was suddenly hugged by hosuh from behind.

“Hehhehe, dork” Hosuh joked, hugging tight.

End.

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Day 3 -- Amata Almodovar

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 3 are just below the cut!

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Hate Sex with Amata x M!Lone

I... got a little carried away on this one, but it's not too aggressive or anything with the hate, it's more hurt/comfort, honestly. And just... the potential for Amata's relationship with Lone is so fun to explore, just... all the feelings. Ugh. Anyway, I hope you like it! <3

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Included: Hate Sex, dubious consent (at first), cunnilingus, first time oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, breast play, light cumplay, confessions of love.

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“Finally, holy shit.” Lone sighed as he sauntered into her quarters. 

He’d better have a good reason for wanting to meet so desperately. I swear, I should’ve just–

“Why the hell did it take you so long to let me in?” 

He walked around the room like it was his own, coming right up and leaning on Amata’s desk until she was forced to scoot her chair back to maintain any semblance of her own personal space. 

The nerve. After what he did to my father, to just have him waltz in here, back in the vault, back into the Overseer’s quarters, like he wasn’t the sole reason I had to step in. The reason it was empty when he abandoned us. 

“Amata.” Lone interrupted her thoughts again, leaning close enough that she could hit him, if she wanted to. 

She felt her right hand curl into a fist unwittingly in her lap. 

“Hello? Madam lost-in-thought? You wanna give me an answer, or what?” 

“Like you don’t already know the answer to your own dumb question.” Amata stood, her chair nearly toppling over with her haste to get away from her ex-best friend as she crossed the room back towards the entrance. 

“Hey, I have a right to explain myself, don’t you think? After I just saved your ass from a flat-out rebellion?” 

She turned to face him with a roll of her eyes as he trailed after her fleeing footsteps. 

“Letting a handful of my residents just up and leave doesn’t count as fixing anything. I could’ve done that! I was trying to get them to be reasonable. The only reason,” Amata stepped forward, landing her pointed finger in the center of Lone’s chest as she came face-to-face with him with a snarl, “The only reason I would’ve ever wanted you back here was to tell them how fucking crazy it is to want to leave this place. But I can’t even count on you for that.” 

With another searing look, she turned away from him again, sweeping back to her desk where the files on each resident who’d followed Butch’s lead– Lone’s lead to leave the only true home they’ll ever know, laid strewn across it. She closed her eyes at the sight of their names, all people she’d lost, she’d failed, as their Overseer. 

“No." Amata continued, "You must belong out there. The savage, cutthroat, awful, unforgiving world above… It suits you, doesn’t it?” 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” 

She was surprised, Lone actually sounded hurt. 

“Why are you acting like you’ve always hated me?” His voice grew louder as he approached, and even as she refused to look back, to face him, to give him the time of day, Amata felt Lone’s touch upon her shoulder. 

“We were best friends.” His hand squeezed down insistently as she made to pull away, “I thought, at least. Was I wrong?” 

“You’re a murderer.” She let the words spill like poison from her tongue, and though she made no move to flinch away, or lash out, Lone’s grip vanished from her. 

“Ah.” His voice changed, then. In less than an instant, there was a new quality to even that one syllable. It was cold, unfeeling, apathetic, even. “So that’s what all this is about.” 

“All this?” 

“How you’ve treated me. Making me your last resort. Refusing to see me, to let me in, to just talk to me.”

“And why would I want to talk to you, now? You left us, remember?” 

“I–?” Lone scoffed, his expression suddenly became wild. As Amata’s eyes met his, she backed away a step. “I do remember, Amata. I remember your father threatening to have me killed, I remember the police hunting me like a criminal for something my father did. I remember the Overseer– your dad– he… Shit.”

“No, don’t stop there, keep on going. What exactly did my father do, for you to want to murder him?” 

Lone’s eyes were blank as he stared down at the desk, lost in some fog that Amata couldn’t see into from the outside. 

“I mean, come on, Lone. He was scared! Nothing like this had happened before. I mean, sure, he overreacted, I know that, but… He didn’t deserve what you did to him. Him, and Freddy. I mean… I know he was an asshole, and I know my father could’ve been a better Overseer, but who gave you the right to just– Just… Kill them? I mean... How could you even do something like that?” 

Lone swallowed, the first indication that he was still a living being, as he stayed still as steel throughout her speech. 

“How could I have…?” 

“Yes. How?” 

“No, I mean… I never told you, and I never wanted you to know. But Amata… They tried to kill me first. Your dad gave the order, and Freddy was pointing a gun straight at me. M-maybe I wouldn’t have even done it then, I don’t know, but after seeing what they did to Jonas…”

Amata narrowed her eyes. If it was an act, Lone was doing splendidly. Hell, he almost had her feeling sorry for him for a minute.

“You didn’t…?”

“What? Kill Jonas?" He recoiled visibly with the words, "Are you kidding me, Amata? He was like a brother to me, I… That’s what you believed, what everyone believed, huh?” 

Amata tasted copper as she bit into her bottom lip, feeling a heat prick at her eyes until she was blinking back tears. 

How could I have been so wrong? 

“I… I can’t just believe you now, Lone.” She saw it on his face, the way his bright eyes darkened and dulled, his brows set low, shading his face, the harsh light from above casting eerie shadows beneath his eyes, under his nose. 

“What?” 

It was back, that hard, cold tone. His voice matching his unsettling visage in a pinch. 

If anything, this-- his tone, his reaction here-- only supports my suspicions.

“Lone, you were the only one there! Everyone who could’ve seen, who could’ve spoken for you, is dead.”

“Because they wanted to kill me.” 

“Says you! And of course that’s what you would say, no one wants to admit that they could–”

“Why do you choose to believe that I’m lying? What the hell is there to gain from that?” 

“I know my father." She said, sounding more firm in her head than her voice reflected. "I know he wasn’t a monster…” 

“And I could be? Really?” He was back to being calmer now, his voice soft, and his touch light as he pressed a finger to her cheek, guiding her mistrusting gaze to meet his. “Amata, come on… You know me too.” 

He was so close now, and Amata felt like she was being torn in two. Lone's warm breath caressed her face, but even still, she could feel the cool stare of her father’s eyes on the back of her head from the portrait above her desk. Both sets of eyes, boring into her from either side, daring her to blame them, to give up one for the other. To, no matter what truth she chose to believe, betray one of the people she loved most. 

“I knew you.” She whispered as tears filled her eyes. “But this? Who you’ve become? I can’t– I don’t trust you, not like I did.” 

“Who I was? Who I am? Fuck, Amata, I’m the same person.” His caress upon her face turned to an iron hold, squishing her cheeks within his grasp until her jaw began to ache. 

“No.” She shook her head, despite his almost painful pressure, “No, Lone. The old you never would’ve done this, never scared me this way, you always… I mean, you cared about me. I trusted you, and I can’t–” 

Without any warning besides his close proximity, Lone lashed his head forward, and captured her already-parted lips in a harsh kiss. 

Amata exclaimed into it, both of her hands going straight to Lone’s wrist to tug at his hold on her. 

He held fast for a moment, insistent in his firmness as he pressed into her, as his lips held hers hostage and his tongue swiped over the closing crease of her mouth. In turn, Amata let out an angry shout, that became more of a grumble against his invading lips, wriggling further in response to his conquest. 

Before she could wrench his grip from her cheeks though, Lone pulled away, and his hands fell to her shoulders instead, his grip still tight, but no longer painful. 

“Cared about you?” He spat the words at her. “Amata, that’s never fucking changed.”

She was shaking in his hold slightly, trying to blink away the shock of what just happened as he exhaled his own adrenaline.

A moment of silence passed before he released her completely, and without hesitation, Amata darted to the other side of the desk, keeping the metal slab between them. 

“I thought…" Lone didn't even react to her actions as he spoke, "Y’know, since you asked for my help on the radio, maybe you…” 

“No.” She told him firmly, but despite her resolve, her voice still quivered. “Maybe I did, but… we were kids. I can’t now– I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t?” Lone tilted his head at her, and for the first time tonight, he looked truly like himself. 

Those curious eyes, with just a hint of mischief, a face capable of smiling alongside her as they laughed about a prank they’d pulled on Butch, hands capable of tending to the scrape she’d gotten on her knee in the atrium when she tripped on a loose floor tile, hair she used to tousle teasingly when they were teenagers, when she’d started to see him– them as something… more. 

“Or can’t? Cuz there’s a big difference there.” 

“Can’t.” Amata repeated, shaking her head before the memories could consume her and cloud her already shaky judgment. 

“Hm…” Lone began to circle around the desk, slowly, giving her time to escape him if she so chose. 

And I should. I should leave. Right now. 

Her feet stayed planted on the floor, her eyes following his every move with lowered brows. 

But maybe just to see what he’s planning... If I run from every conflict, what kind of Overseer am I?

“I say shouldn’t.” He told her cheekily, and there it was. That grin. The grin she’d thought about most boring days in the classroom, the grin that would make being shouted at by her father worth all the shenanigans they pulled together, the grin that haunted her dreams when she tried so hard to hate him for what he’d done. 

This time, it was him who let out a startled noise into their unexpected kiss. 

Amata couldn’t think– shouldn’t think about what she’s doing, or she’d stop, and that… while it should be what she wanted-- what was expected of her, by the civilized members of her vault, by herself, by the ghost of her father, haunting her every action as Overseer, her every thought as his daughter-- It was the last thing she could think of wanting. It was true, she should hate Lone’s guts, as she’s made it seem, as she’s wanted it to feel, but… 

Instead, her hands pulled him closer, wrapping tightly around his shoulders and eliciting a grateful groan from between his lips, that bled straight into her as their vault-suit-bound bodies pressed against each other, as his hands flew to her waist to keep her close, as her tongue dove in to mingle with his until she felt goosebumps scattering up her arms, her back, sending heat straight down into her belly. 

The steel walls around her seemed to all but melt away. She was whisked off, out of this prison she’d built for herself with each touch, each sound, each feeling. Lone’s firm chest rising to meet hers, his breath was the wind on her skin, his touch the sun warming her, his taste, freedom. 

Something hard pressed against her back, and Amata felt herself lean back onto the desk as it was offered to her. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, or logic would set back in. It was as though her brain had left her, only her body and heart remained, working together to drive Lone forward, to embrace him with open arms and a forgiving heart of their own. 

It was the young part of her, it was the sentimental part, it was her good intentions, her generous heart. That’s what she would tell herself later, that’s what she’d plead when the man glaring down at her from his frame above the desk would call her guilty. 

The memory of her father would shame her, sure. But by now, she was used to it. 

Too used to it to allow that to stop her. 

To stop this. 

The back of Amata’s head fell back onto the desk with a resounding thud, as Lone’s lips ravaged her neck, sucking and kissing and biting until she knew he would leave marks upon her pale skin. 

He’s already etched his signature on the walls of my heart, what’s another few marks upon me?

Her fingers tangled in his hair, her nails arching as they dragged along his scalp, and down to his shoulders. 

The least I can do is get even.

He seemed to take it another step further though, pulling away to tear the zipper of his vault suit all the way down to his naval, before shrugging it off his shoulders and letting the fabric drape down from his waist. 

Amata had to admit, the traction was better, now her fingers were setting upon his skin, that she could leave red tracks, a signature of her own, over his body. But she’d be lying if she said that was the first thought that’d crossed her mind as he unveiled himself to her. 

Whether he wanted to believe it, or not, Lone had changed. Physically, at least. Where once was soft, smooth skin, like hers, like any vault dweller’s, now he was fraught with scars. There was hard muscle where once was pliable flesh, even the bareness of his chest had grown hairy and coarse. 

She might’ve once turned her nose up at that; that, and the smell of him now. So different from the saline and ivory soap smell of the whole lot of vault dwellers she’d known all her life. Now though… Her hands left his shoulders and back, in favor of running over his marked chest, feeling over the patterns of scars she’d observed, scratching over the crop of chest hairs that had caught her attention. 

As far as Amata could tell, Lone was the outside world incarnate. 

He was hard, rough, he smelled of soil and ash, of sweat and gunpowder, there was a wild glean to his eyes as they raked over her still-clothed form, like a great beast of the wastes she couldn’t, for the life of her, imagine. 

And she couldn’t get enough. 

Amata’s lips attacked him again and one of her legs wrapped around Lone's waist, pulling his body on top of hers with one aggressive movement. She felt their teeth mash together painfully, their foreheads knock, their hands overlapping each other's fervent touching in the messiness of it all, but even so, they were working towards the same goal. 

In the next instant, Amata felt a pressure around her chest release, as the zipper of her vault suit was pulled to match her partner’s. She couldn’t have said which set of hands managed that bit, but she soon found her bra following by her own hands. That was when Lone finally paused, finally took a deep breath, but only in. 

He gasped as she wrenched the sports bra she wore off over her head, admittedly ungracefully, but he couldn’t seem to care less. 

Was that… could she see a sort of reverence beneath his nearly-stoic gaze? A memory flitted through his mind, she could see it plain on his face, and then, just as quickly, it was gone. He was back in the moment. 

Lone’s lips set back upon her neck, but she need not wonder where they’d wander to next. 

It was her turn, then, to gasp as his mouth descended to her freed breasts with the hunger of a wasteland mongrel. 

“Mm.” The sinful reverence in his groans sent a chill up her spine, “Fuck, Amata. Should’ve come back to visit sooner.” 

She meant to respond, but his hands on her hips tore every thought from her head, as he wrenched her vault suit and underwear down off of her hips in one hasty, fluid movement. 

“Wow… I…” Lone started, but soon trailed off. Possessed, she guessed, by the sight of her. That’s all she had time to guess, as his hands held firm to her bare hips, and he dove straight between her thighs with what she could only describe as a growl. 

Lone's mouth was warm against her, instantly ravenous as he mouthed at her slickened folds with the whole of his being. His lips and tongue worked together to encourage her legs to spread further, to let him in.

Amata’s hands flew back to the sanctuary of Lone's hair as he worked, and she found herself tugging on the strands to force him even closer as she felt the hot, wet prod of his tongue at her entrance. 

He gave her no time to be self-conscious, not about the curls upon her mound, not about the fact that he was the first to lay his lips upon her this way, to see her so close and in such harsh light. Without pause, he only devoured. 

A series of gasps left her at the sensations, as she felt traces of wetness slipping out of her with each stroke of his tongue, each press of his lips against her sensitive little bud. She shrunk away, hips bucking up off the cool, metal desk as he gave a harsh suck to her clit, and his grip on her tightened, pulling her whole body towards him until he could haul her thighs up over his shoulders. 

Amata's blood was boiling, something tingling deep within her as he tended the flame in her groin with his touches, now with one hand reaching to circle and tease over that sensitive point as his tongue explored her entrance. Her slick practically poured out of her with his new ministrations, and he drank it up with a lewd moan as the tangy taste reached his tongue. Amata could only hold onto the desk for her life as he ushered her towards her climax. 

Instead of finishing her though; yet still, with great reluctance, she felt Lone pull away. 

“Almost, baby. Just need… Need you.” 

He was out of breath, Amata noticed as her eyes finally opened. She could feel herself flush at the sight of him, his body glistening with sweat, his mouth, with her. His hair was mussed in all the right places, his pupils blown wide with want for her, and his… The fabric of the lower half of his vault suit was straining. 

As she caught herself staring, Amata forced her eyes away with a quick clear of her throat. 

“Hm,” He half laughed-half hummed, “I saw that.” 

Amata allowed her eyes to rest upon him, this time at his face, just in time to see his cheeky little wink. 

It made her blush all over again. 

A shuffling of fabric sounded as she turned her attention away from his form and to the wall, where he couldn't tease her for looking. 

The wall won’t make me blush and tingle the way he does. God, he just turns me into such a–

“Can’t always be such a goody-two-shoes, huh?” 

In her peripheral vision, Amata saw him pull down his suit all the way, until he was as naked as she was. 

“Not with your bad influence.” She muttered, but Lone only chuckled, and she felt his hands at her hips, tugging her as far forward as she’d go without spilling off the desk. 

“Yeah, well… My bad influence here is about to make a real impression. Got any issues with that, goody-goody?” 

“N-no.” She managed, despite the alarming red on her face and the strain in her throat, “Just wish you wouldn’t have said it that way.” 

Amata sheepishly turned her attention back to him as Lone adjusted their bodies, aligning their hips, and finally, she saw him completely. More scars, more firmness, more hair, more… grown-up. 

It took her breath away, to see him now, as she dreamed he’d be when… When they grew up together, only… Lone was more him than she’d ever been able to assume. 

If only I’d known back then… He was never meant for the life I lead, but then again, maybe I…

Amata didn’t allow herself to finish that thought, afraid it’d lead her down a path of regret that would drastically change her future. She couldn’t think about that, the past, not when now was so gripping. 

“Then I won’t say another word.” Lone whispered, and she chanced another glance down between their bodies, where Lone was slowly rubbing the head of his hard member between her lower lips, until, just as slowly, carefully, he began to ease himself inside. 

Amata’s hands paled as she gripped the metal edges of the desk, feeling a painful twinge from the stretch of his girth. True to his word, Lone didn’t speak, only raised a questioning brow at her reaction, but Amata nodded him on. 

Despite the initial pain, she was slick enough that Lone slid the rest of the way easily, and she felt herself relax against the table as he seated himself inside her. They paused as he breathed hard from above her, his forehead glistening, eyes blown wide, hair tousled, and she could only imagine the mess she looked beneath him; all bliss and barely contained reservations at the thought of all this, at the realization that what she’d been dreaming of– for years– had finally come to fruition, even despite everything that’d happened. The betrayal, the loss, the responsibility she’d gone through, she’d taken up; his absence from her life, her hatred of him, her villainization, and yet… giddy wings fluttered in her stomach above where they were joined, her chest swelled with warmth and her own eyes grew hazy with emotion at the thought of finally being with her best friend, the boy she’d loved all through her childhood, of being with him this way, as grown adults. Not fumbling teenagers about to make a mistake, not out of desperation or pity, but out of the amalgamation of shared feelings that had been bubbling up in both of them for so damn long that not even hatred, not betrayal, not verbal attacks or lies or even accusations of murder could keep them apart. 

Maybe it was irresponsible, or maybe… Maybe love really did make people do crazy things. 

Like her father’s love for this vault, like James’ love for his only child, the last remnant of the woman who held his heart, it may have driven both men a little crazy, but it didn’t mean they cared any less. 

“I wish…” She started to say, her thoughts demanding to be shared without her consent, until they were captured by a sharp breath as Lone began to move. He pulled his hips back slowly, and pushed forward even more so, testing the waters, and allowing Amata to become used to him. 

Used to him here… over me, looking into my eyes, in me. 

If this had happened before… Before his father left, before hers was taken from her, would things have been different? She couldn’t help but think to herself-- even as her body tried to distract her, as the sensations passing through her demanded her attention. 

“Y-you wish?” Lone prompted her, his voice so wonderfully rough, so taxed by his actions, not because they were physically taxing, the languid strokes and slow movement of his hips against her, no, but the action of holding himself back, keeping his movements calculated, keeping his thoughts in a death-grip as they screamed sincere, urgent, want for the woman beneath him. 

Amata bit her lip, half-pretending not to hear his question as she allowed herself that convenient loss of perspective, of healthy boundary and revulsion that had kept her safe from all her feelings these past few years. 

“Tell me what you wish.” He said instead, leaning down to mouth at her neck in such a way that his lips felt like a searing brand, and a warm caress all at once. Lone rocked into her again, still slow and fluid, but deep. Far enough inside that he could reach her end, that their bodies were all but one as he laid flush over her, as one hand reached to clasp with hers above their heads, while the other pressed over her pulsing left breast, as her heart raced at the newfound closeness, at the sound of Lone’s whispered words against her ear. 

“Please,” He continued, the breathy tone all but a whine as he switched to kissing along the other side of her neck. “I want to know.” 

Amata’s chest ached below his touch, and she prayed to anyone who’d listen that he didn’t feel the way her heart stuttered at his request. 

Instead of appeasing him, she turned her head to capture his lips with hers, bringing her free hand up to caress his cheek, to hold him to her until he forgot all that she wished she could. His groan into her mouth sent fire down her body, and Amata felt another great rush of slickness leave her. At that, Lone’s tempo increased, the searing heat and pressure of her clenching walls spurring him onward to bring them both to an explosive end. 

Her hips bucked, meeting his thrusts as her lips stayed set firmly upon him, as they breathed and groaned against each other, as she felt the slickness of his sweat merge with her own, the grip of his fingers squeeze her tightly, the rub of his pelvic bone hit her just right until her back was arching and she was pulling away with a cry of his name spilling from her parted lips. 

Lone released a shout of his own, his pace stuttering as she clenched wildly around him, until his legs damn-near gave out beneath him. 

“Amata, fuck… I–” A deep groan left him as Amata felt herself slowly coming down from her high, even as his pace picked back up. 

She saw tears in his eyes as he pressed into her over-sensitive heat time and time again, before the telltale swell of his cock had her heart skipping beats in her chest.

Lone pulled out of her at the last instant, peeling his body from hers as his release spurted over the pale skin of her stomach. 

The muscles of his torso visibly clenched and flexed with each spill of his cum onto her, and Amata could only look up tiredly, transfixed on the way his face scrunched up, how his brows drew together, how his muscular chest rose and fell and his arms seemed to tremble at the greatness of the pleasure she’d just helped bring him. 

Despite the lovely sight, the pleasant fuzziness still encasing her body, a foul taste coated her mouth. 

“God, Amata, I…” Lone nearly collapsed onto her when he’d finished, bracing himself on the desk with one elbow while the rest of his body pressed back over her messily. “I think... I think I love you…” He whispered the last bit between breaths, as he laid a kiss upon the side of her mouth. 

The affection in his words, his actions… It tore her to pieces. 

They both laid there for a moment, catching their breaths, feeling their bodies move against one another's, letting the sweet buzz of the afterglow wash over them.

“So, what… um, what were you gonna say?” He asked after a moment. After her charged silence. 

She bit her lip as she looked up at the ceiling, as she felt the cruel, haunting gaze of her father's portrait burn through her disturbingly.

“I– I wish…” Amata closed her eyes, unable to meet Lone's gaze as he sat up slightly and looked so fondly down at her.

“I wish that I could love you.”

[mossyscavern]

Love… what a strange thing...

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Miles knows a little thing or two about strange… but love?

You’ve completely lost him. He has watched many telenovelas with his mami to know what it does, but he doesn’t really know about the subject itself…

He has daydreamed about it though, he actually asked his mama how her and his dad met. It was surprisingly romantic on his dad’s part.

Yet he’s still unsure about how love is more strange the it is, he’s sure that Pavitr would help since he’s with gayatri and has undoubtedly loved her…

But recently he got invited to their dates. And now he’s with Pavitr and gayatri on their lunch date he’s invited to.

Miles thought that they invited him to take notes, given how he’s invited often. He’d live with that, if Pav hadn’t told miles not to worry about the notes.

He felt he’s sort of… third wheeling, though they helped with his art project, went shopping, had some chai t-.. chai with them… he still felt like a third wheel… he just feels bad for hanging around while they’re dating.

Which was one of the reasons why he suggested a picnic. A simple Picnic with homemade foods. So when he asks, he opens a portal and leave them be.

“Ok, I’ve brought my dad’s Tandoori Chicken, what about you guys?” She asked, looking at the two. “I’ve got maya auntie’s famous samosas and some chamomile chai!” Pav proudly says, revealing the pyramid pastry and drink.

“It all looks so good.” Miles says, his mouth watering at the sight of two dishes each beside him. “Tastes good too, what’d you bring?”

Gayatri asked, placing her dish on the checkered picnic blanket while Pav did the same. “Only mi mami’s famous asopao de pollo, wanna try?” He asked, watching the two nod enthusiastically and in sync.

After each Indian took a spoon full their eyes lit up with huge smiles. “It tastes amazing!” Pav says swallowing the food and smiling the widest he can. “Your mom rocks!” Gayatri told him after she swallowed hers.

He smiled sheepishly at the compliment. “Thanks… can I ask you two something?” Miles asked, putting the lid back on and placing the food down. “Is something wrong?” Pav asked, looking worried about miles.

“If it’s too much we can do something else-.” “No! No, no this is all great, just… why me?” Miles asked, pausing a bit to reflect the past dates.

Both Indian’s made sure he’s is included, it made him feel more... whole. “Sorry? I don’t-” before Pav could say a thing miles held up a hand and said.

“I-I just… don’t want to ruin more of your dates by third wheeling..” He says, turning away from them. “I-i... I don’t-.” He stopped, looking down at the blanket his fists curled against each of his pant leg.

... he felt really hurt that he had to say all of that.

Thinking about it now? He didn’t want it all to end, it was the most fun he had ever since he became spider-man, but he didn’t want to intrude on any of Pav and gayatri’s future dates… even if he didn’t have anything else to do.

“… I thought we made it clear.” Gayatri says all of a sudden. “Guess not.” Pavitr says too. That made miles look up between them in confusion as the two sat next to him on either side.

“Miles, there’s a big reason why we invited you.” Pavitr starts, biting his lip softly in nervousness as the Afro-latino turned to look towards gayatri. “We thought you’d finally get it after our 9th… but guess not.”

She says, shrugging her shoulders and sighing. “Point is… it’s yours too.” She told him. Miles eyes widened and turned to Pav, who in turn nodded. “Each date, is your date.”

He says softly. Miles blinked, looked down, shook his head. “Uh-… aren’t I your friend tho-.” He was about to say before getting cut of by Pav kissing his lips.

The action made him squeak, then melt at the affection. When Pavitr and him parted he’s awestruck when he spoke. “… entiendo ahora.” He said goofily.

Making Pav chuckle. “My turn!” Gayatri says, kissing miles on the lips as well, making miles tumble backwards. “Gaya! Save some for me.” Pavitr joked, making the two laugh and later Pav joined in.

When things calmed down and both gayatri and Pavitr had their kisses each from miles the three sighed. “Thanks for clearing this up and opening my eyes.”

Miles paused, making both gayatri and Pav’s eyes land on him and smile at his acceptance. “Our picnic is getting cold tho.” He reminded, grabbing his mami’s asopao de pollo and served them each of their portions.

Gayatri and Pavitr did the same with their share. “How many samosas do you both want?” Pavitr asked, “how many is there?” Gayatri counter asked.

“There’s 12, so I’ll serve us four each.” Pav answered. Putting each on one plate.

Nothing is more perfect than having a picnic with your loved ones while watching the sun set all over mumbatten…

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Ok, this is a little more longer than my usual stories…

Damn, well… this is another chaiflower thing with gayatri, probably gonna also tag is as chaimodelflower… maybe I-i dunno. It’s uh.. something for @vulnonapixs-marvel-corner but I… only did the top bit of their thing they posted on the 3rd of march… I should’ve asked first…

It’s a bit rushed and uh, hope it’s not confusing to anyone who reads it…

… anyway I gottagobye!