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youngbloodlisk · 4 years ago

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Punished // Lee Juyeon and Choi Chanhee

- smut

- dom gender neutral reader

- obedient sub juyeon is acting up

- bratty sub chanhee

- non-ship aka all that happens between the boys is because of desperation and neediness, not attraction

- implication that reader doms both juyeon and chanhee at different times

- kinda more juyeon than chanhee, which was unintentional but that's just how it ended up lol

- bxb for most of it, a lot of which is instructed by the dom

- use of bad/good boy

- finger sucking

- handjobs

- edging

- rutting

- blowjob + deepthroat

- cum swallowing

- spit (into one's own hand) used as lube

- hickey

- kinda short lol

- really bad like this fucking sucks but i still wanna post it??? idk !! logic

- plz excuse typos and stuff

Upon entering the familiar dorm, it doesn't take long to see that it's empty.

Empty kitchen, empty lounge room, even the bathroom doors and bedroom doors are left open.

Not a single soul...

Until a bit of movement catches my eye and I quickly turn to see a pair of black shorts in the doorway to Juyeon's bedroom. They're soon followed by a pair of tan shorts, clearly having been tossed to the side without care.

I hear light grunts and sighs, seemingly of relief.

I slowly creep up to the door, making sure I can't be seen or heard, and listen closely.

"Ah- oh p-please-"

"So... good..."

I peek my head in doorway, catching my two favorite boys rutting their bodies together in their underwear.

Juyeon in a pink jumper and Chanhee in a white tshirt with a design on it, both oversized and draping over their bodies like small tents.

Neither of them seem to be taking any control, both of them just clinging to each other the same way they, respectively, cling to me.

Juyeon reaches a hand into the gray fabric covering Chanhee's lower half, sending a chill down the blonde boy's body and making his breath hitch.

Chanhee starts tugging Juyeon's own underwear down in response, Juyeon quickly doing the same for him.

The two boys shimmie out of the garments and pull their bodies together again, now rutting their bare, hard, dripping cocks against each other.

Both boys appear and sound to be very sensitive as the smallest of friction is making them lose coherency.

The room is full of mumbling and slurred words and the sound of skin rubbing against skin and fabric.

Chanhee suddenly chases Juyeon's lips with his lips and gives him a lustful, needy kiss.

The boys reach down and wrap their hands around both their dicks together, creating friction from the outer ring of hands and from each other.

I know I probably shouldn't be watching, but it's as if I'm unable to move or look away from the beautiful sight before me. Both of my boys so desperate and needy like this.

I knew when they both sent me photos earlier that they were needy, I just didn't realize just how much.

Their hips are rutting in irregular patterns and they lean on each other for support, moaning and whining, getting closer.

A thin layer of sweat has formed on the soft skin of each of the boys, their breathing becomes heavier and their sweet sounds are music to my ears.

"I'm..." Chanhee chokes out. "I'm gonna c-"

"Me t-too."

They keep their pace, thrusting up into their hands and against each other in a rhythm, until Juyeon finishes first with a soft moan.

He covers both of their shirts and their hands in the white substance and slows his pace, yet he continues groaning from the friction he's still getting as Chanhee chases his own high.

A choked moan leaves Chanhee's lips as he, too, releases his own cum onto himself and Juyeon.

Juyeon slowly sits down on the floor right where he was standing, bringing Chanhee with him. They lean against each other and each try to catch their breath.

Suddenly, Juyeon catches sight of me out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly jumps and sits up perfectly straight, causing Chanhee to lose balance for a moment and look thoroughly confused until he follows Juyeon's gaze to me.

Their shirts have fallen to cover them, but the twitching points under the shirts are hard to miss.

I enter the room, kicking the shorts inside so I can shut the door behind me. I drop to my knees on the floor in front of them.

"That was quite a sight." The boys bow their heads, but I place my fingers on their chins and push their heads back up to look at me. "Chanhee, I expected this kind of disobedience from you but... it's Juyeon I'm really surprised by. My obedient Juyeon..." I push a bit of his black hair out of his face and caress his cheek, bringing my hand slowly closer to his mouth. "Chanhee?"

The smaller boy hums in response.

"What happens to boys who disobey?"

"They get a spanking?" The bratty boy sarcastically responds.

"Sometimes. But come on, baby." I look towards him, seeing the precious pink tint on his cheeks and the way his sweat glistens. His mouth sits slightly agape, clearly in a needy trance, despite the attitude in his voice just moments ago. "You should know the proper answer better than anyone."

"They get... punished."

"Exactly." I turn my eyes back to Juyeon, straight into his pleading eyes, and push my thumb between his lips. He instinctively starts to suck on it. "That's it... there's my good boy... Maybe I should have spoken up before you were able to cum. Then again, I think this might just be more fun."

Juyeon's desperate eyes turn confused.

"Chanhee?"

"Yes?" Chanhee leans closer, listening expectantly.

"Tease him with your palm."

Chanhee shifts, surprised. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Can you do that, baby?" I look at him genuinely, making it clear that it's a real question that he can say no to.

Chanhee nods and mutters a small "yes" as he reaches towards the tent in Juyeon's shirt, before hesitating and pulling his hand back.

"Is this okay, Juyeon?" I give the same genuine look to Juyeon, to which he nods. Juyeon pulls the hem of his pink shirt up to expose his cock. He reaches over to grab Chanhee's wrist, gently pulling his hand closer.

Chanhee places his warm, soft palm on the tip of Juyeon's cock and slowly rotates his wrist to create a small amount of friction on the highly sensitive area.

Juyeon's breath catches in his throat and he hums around my thumb.

His lower body shakes subtly. Chanhee applies more pressure for a moment, causing Juyeon to emit a whiny moan. I pull my hand away from his mouth and run my fingers through his hair.

Juyeon is still extra sensitive from his first orgasm. It doesn't take long before he starts jerking his body, right on the edge of a second orgasm.

"P-Please... Please, I'm so... close... Please..."

I abruptly pull Chanhee's hand away, to which Juyeon quickly responds by trying to bring it back.

"Please, please, please- Please, I need it-"

"Juyeon. Off." I command. He draws his hand back and pouts. "You're such a bad boy lately, huh? What's come over you?"

"Please, I just... I need to cum..." He wraps his hand around his shaft, but I hold it still.

"If you can make Chanhee cum first, then I'll let you cum."

Juyeon snaps his head towards Chanhee.

"Is that... okay with you?" He asks the smaller boy.

"Uh- um... yeah, it's okay." Chanhee swallows sharply.

"What should I do?" Juyeon asks me.

"Since you keep begging to cum," I run my thumb across his lips and pull at the bottom one. "Maybe you should use that pretty little mouth for something else."

I sit back and watch as Chanhee spreads his legs and Juyeon leans down.

He glances at me, his face only a couple inches away from Chanhee's hard dick.

I nod.

Juyeon pulls up the bottom of Chanhee's shirt and places a hand on his leg for balance. Juyeon keeps his gaze towards me as he draws his tongue from the base to the tip. Chanhee throws his head back when Juyeon wraps his lips around Chanhee's cock.

Chanhee instinctually puts one hand in Juyeon's soft hair, using the other hand to lean on.

Juyeon takes as much of Chanhee's cock in his mouth as he can, which is surprisingly almost all of it.

Slowly, Juyeon begins to bob his head with hollowed cheeks.

Chanhee's moans fill the room, along with the wet sounds of Juyeon's mouth.

"You're doing great, Juyeon. Keep it up." I encourage him, seeing the way Chanhee's legs are shaking and the way his hips are rolling.

Juyeon keeps his pace steady, using one hand to gently play with Chanhee's balls.

After a couple minutes, Chanhee is jerking his hips up and mumbling about getting close.

Juyeon pushes himself all the way down onto Chanhee's dick, taking every last inch down his throat. Juyeon gags around Chanhee as the boy winces, with a loud sweet moan, and cums down his throat.

Juyeon slowly pulls himself off of Chanhee, swallowing thoroughly.

Chanhee's support arm buckles at the immense pleasure and hard orgasm. Chanhee lays on his back and closes his eyes, his breathing heavy.

Juyeon looks at me expectantly, his eyes practically begging to cum yet again.

"Good job, baby." I crawl over to him and sit directly in front of him. "You earned it."

I spit in my hand and rub a mix of my saliva and the liquid from his dripping tip around.

I don't waste much time before jerking him quickly and roughly.

A continuous "ah- ah- ah-" spills out of his mouth. His jaw slacks and his back arches a bit.

"S-So- close- already... please-"

"I know, you were edged and you're sensitive. It's okay, baby."

I keep my pace and lean in to kiss on his jaw. As I find my way to his neck, I start to suck on the skin.

He holds out for a few moments, my hand moving up and down and running my thumb along his slit when I reach the top.

"Gonna... gonna..."

I bring my lips up next to his ear.

"Go ahead." I whisper.

He thrusts up into my hand as his cum sprays onto our clothes and my hand.

My lips meet his and I kiss him hard, finding a lingering taste of Chanhee in his mouth.

When I pull away, I watch his glazed eyes as he lays on his back next to Chanhee. I catch a glimpse of the red-ish purple-ish mark I left on his neck.

The boys' chests move up and down slowly with their deep breaths.

"And now... what are you two gonna do next time your needy and I'm not around?"

Chanhee giggles, still a bit breathless but just as bratty and cocky as he usually is.

"I don't know... I mean... you were right about what you said earlier. This was pretty fun."

#ciiikbwork #juyeon smut #chanhee smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz new smut

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yaz-the-spaz · 5 years ago

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So I’m new to the Ziam fandom, I’m a strong larrie but I also couldn’t help to notice that there was something between Z*yn and L*am too. Could you tell me about the tiger tattoo? I keep hearing that its an iconic Ziam tattoo and I’m a little confused. Also, do you think Ziam is still together right now in 2020 and could you explain why? I hope this isn’t a bother.

hey nonnie, welcome to this side of the fandom! and please don’t worry, you are not a bother at all, and we are always happy to have new members! please accept this adorable gif of ziam waving hello as your welcoming gift into the ziam fandom lol! 😊🌈

now onto your question about the tiger tattoo...

hooo boy, nonnie

idk if you know what you’re asking because this is a BIG life-altering question.

BIG.

...are you ready for this?

are you ready to die? are you ready to have your soul ascend from your body up to the gay ziam heavens for all eternity?

i mean it’s pretty nice up here and all but you may just wanna get your affairs in order before you continue, cause once you discover all the ways zayn javadd malik has professed his undying and eternal love for liam james payne all over his goddamn body there is no coming back.

are you absolutely sure you’re ready?

ok, here we go!

so. once upon a time way back in october 2013 zayn debuted a new tattoo of a tiger on his arm. at the time it seemed like just another tattoo in a quickly growing long list of (random) tattoos, and went by relatively untalked about among fandom (at least afaik) for a couple of years. but THEN, in early 2016 zayn followed that tattoo up with the addition of the full title of his m.o.m. album spelled out around the tiger...

seems normal, right?

first off, notice how the tiger’s tail is shaped suspiciously like an L?

well, that’s not all that’s gay i mean odd or interesting about this tattoo lol...some have also noticed that the muscles of the tiger’s back quite remarkably appear to resemble the muscles of a certain boy whose name also starts with L

(and no i’m not talking about louis lol)

but here’s where shit really gets real because guess what? you may have noticed that the letters of the ‘mine’ part are kind of shuffled in an odd/not really consecutive order to spell out the word mine in a way that’s clearly or easily readable...that’s because zayn’s extra ass arranged it specifically so that only the i, e, and m, are all directly around the L-shaped tiger tail, while the n is just off to the side like a lonely forgotten reject

by now you might be saying to yourself okay, well that’s not really all that significant to liam, and the L could just be a coincidence/not really mean anything, couldn’t it?

wrong again!

because once more, zayn ‘i live to be as extra as humanly possible about my love for liam james payne because i don’t know any other way to live’ malik made sure to put a little tail/extra line on the side of the letter ‘e’ to make it interchangeable with an upside down letter ‘a.’

now again you might be thinking i don’t know if that’s really intentional or all that meaningful. but look closely.

there is clearly an additional connected piece on that e that cannot be explained away or mistaken for just a weird blot of ink. it’s not just an error on the part of the tattoo artist (if it was i’m sure zayn would have had it fixed by now given that he’s had that tat for over 4 years at this point) and there’s also no letter ‘a’ in ‘mind of mine.’

so why is it there? and why does it just so happen to be right next to the i, the m, and the L-shaped tiger tail. why did zayn choose to arrange the letters of the word ‘mine’ in such a weird order instead of a more normal/easier to read format like the rest of the album title? and why did he choose put those exact letters all near each other? because it’s intentional. and because it’s meant to have a very particular double meaning.

if he was going for just a random order he could’ve put those letters anywhere. but he didn’t. and more than that he went out of his way to make sure that that additional piece on the e was added and distinct so that it could very clearly double as an (unnecessary) a.

there’s no way you can argue that all of those things are just coincidence or that the random letter ‘a’ means absolutely nothing lol. that tattoo was clearly meant as both an homage to the album and to liam (who the album is largely believed to be about lol). and the fact that the muscles seem to match quite closely to liam’s is a nice added bonus that just helps confirm that imo. (plus there’s also the lovely little tidbit of knowledge that the tattoo is positioned in such a way that whenever zayn wears short-sleeve shirts the ‘Liam’ part is the only part clearly on display 😏😏😏)

BUT GUESS WHAT??

THAT IS NOT EVEN WHERE ZAYN’S TATTOO DEDICATIONS ENDDDD

never mind that he already had all of us ziams sobbing ourselves to death and morphing into withered soulless husks over this tattoo after he debuted the full thing in 2016, but there’s so! many! more!

boy’s body is literally a giant ass open love letter to liam and i am NOT OKAY. (have i mentioned i hate these extra ass romantic saps with every fiber of my being? no? well i do. and you’re about to find out all the reasons why)

reason #1 - all. the. goddamn. mandala. tattoos. (there are multiple but i’m only linking to this post featuring/talking about the main one, i.e. the very first one he got cause that’s the one that kills me the most but if you wanna see the others peep my ziam tattoos tag or my zayn’s tattoos tag)

reason #2 - love & marriage poem tattoo (read all the posts in this tag starting from the bottom first for full context)

reason #3 - red wolf & bat wings chest tattoo

reason #4 - wolf leg tattoo (more background details here too)

reason #5 - liam’s silhouette leg tattoo

reason #6 - smoking lips hand tattoo (which literally matches the album art for liam’s debut single exactly and was debuted on zayn’s hand months before the single’s release - scroll down to the part where you can see the red lip pics)

reason #7 - the snake tattoo (aka the snake habitat tattoo)

reason #8 - motherfuckin 25!! idk what it means but it clearly means SOMETHING important to the both of them and it still drives me insane to this day and probably will to my dying breath 🤬

bonus - it’s not a tattoo but: zayn’s nose piercing. which along with the mandala wrist tat is literally a desi bride declaration of marriage; fun fact - tan france, a gay married british-pakistani tv personality who is part of the queer eye crew also has a mandala tat on his left hand that some have speculated may also be to symbolize his dedication to his husband)

anyway there are more tattoos of zayn’s that seem to also be related to liam (though more loosely imo) but this post is already beyonddd long enough so i figured it’s best to just stick to the main ones/most obvious ones here lol

(side note: liam also has tattoos that are clearly dedicated to zayn/his and zayn’s relationship as well, but that’s for another post and also if my recall is correct i think zayn might actually have more?? well that we know of anyway lol)

(side note 2.0: one other thing that adds to the theory of the m.o.m. tiger tattoo being a dedication to liam/liam’s name, besides the obvious lettering thing described above, is that zayn is known to have a thing for tattooing the names of his closest loved ones on his body. the only person in his immediate family whose name he doesn’t appear to have tattooed on him is trisha’s and i’d be willing to bet that’s either because she specifically asked him not to, or he does have one but it’s just in a very hidden place. but we know that he has his father’s name, grandfather’s name, and all of his sister’s names tattooed on him so when you combine that with the weird lettering of the m.o.m. tiger tat and the fact that the album was very likely about liam/closely followed the story of the beginning of his relationship with liam, it becomes even less plausible imo that that tattoo is meant to be about anything else but liam. ain’t science grand?)

(side note 3.0: zayn’s whole left arm/left sleeve of tats seems to be specifically reserved for tattoos dedicated to liam and/or related/connected to liam’s own tattoos, and there’s a couple of good posts here - x, x, x, x - that go through some of the more specific parallels between their tattoos and how certain ones seem to mirror or directly pair with each other’s)

ok i promise that’s it for the side notes lol!

lastly, to your final question, i do believe that they are still together currently, especially considering this most recent soft outing/confirmation from one of zayn’s songwriters (who is also not the first to do that either btw lol) but that is not the only reason - see my post here for some of the biggest reasons why i believe ziam remains real and strong :)

#asks #anons #ziam #ziam tattoos #zayn's tattoos #ziam declarations of love #ziam is real #ziam remains real #obvious husbands are obvious #ziam masterposts #mine #this post took me over half the goddamn day wtf #i hate my inconsistent ass tags #why am i like this

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witchy-mel · 4 years ago

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[A/N: This is a Russell x Petey "one-shot" fanfic. I put one-shot in quotes because I low-key kinda ship them and this is basically just my interpretation of how their relationship would... begin(if that makes sense lol). I won't be necessarily adding on to this, but if my school work doesn't take over me, I might make different situations of this ship(or just draw it idk). FYI: I'm going to be using Petey's full first name when he's not being referred to in quotes just in case you're wondering why he's referred to so formally lol(idk why i did it this way, but it's just better for me than to just use 'Petey' all the time).]

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It was 3:30 pm on a Thursday. Classes were over for the day. Kids were racing out of classroom doors, hurrying to meet with friends to talk about weekend plans and whatnot. Something Peter wished he was doing right now. Unfortunately for him, he was walking down the halls with Derby Harrington. They were talking about their part of the class project they got assigned to in English. Luckily, they got the easiest part. All they had to do was a six-slide PowerPoint report summary of the current novel the class was reading, Romeo and Juliet. Every one else was assigned a skit or some sort of visual representation, and Peter was glad he wouldn't have to experience another episode of 5th grade. But his luck didn't last long because he got paired up with Derby. If he had a list of Preps that he couldn't stand, Derby would be at the very top. His snobbish behavior irritated him and he was going to have to deal with it for two weeks. He couldn't switch partners either because Mr. Galloway had already picked these groups in advance so he was just going to have to deal with it. Hopefully, he won't drive him crazy before the end of the week.

They had stopped by Peter's locker so that he could put away his stuff and grab his book. "So, we'll do three slides each, then, " Peter said while neatly stacking his things into his locker. The golden-haired boy leaned on a locker next to Peters, examining his manicured nails with one leg crossed over the other. "Let's keep this simple, okay. Harringtons are very busy people, y'know." Derby said, who was now examining the nails on his right hand. 'Yeah, because buying yachts and spending daddy's money is soooo time-consuming,' Peter thought while rolling his eyes. Ignoring Derby's statement, they proceeded to talk about how they would set-up the project. While they were discussing their plans, the hallway next to them was emptying faster than when one of the bullies would chuck a stink bomb in the cafeteria, making the already horrid smell of the lunchroom even more unbearable.

Kids were darting left and right, frantically trying to avoid the person that was coming their way. Cheerful conversations were replaced with gasps and footsteps tapping against the floor. It was Russell and he was heading straight towards Peter's locker. His head hung low, his face dull and ominous. His power-walk made him look even more threatening. It wouldn't take him long to get there. "... and make sure to be prepared the day before the due date. We don't-" Derby was cut short after he took a glance up from his hand, seeing Russell storming towards them. He quickly fled into the bathroom that was close to the lockers.

Peter, on the other hand, was still rummaging through his locker. He was looking for his book for the project. He could have sworn he had put it on the top shelf. He had already toned out Derby earlier, which was for him, but it was a little too quiet. "Sorry, what were you saying?" Peter asked as he closed his locker, pretending as if he was listening. He'd imagined Derby would be standing there with his arms crossed with an impatient look on his face. Strange enough, he had completely disappeared. "Derby...?" Peter called out while he looking around, but no response. He just shrugged it off; more time to work then. He decided to use a copy online until he can find his.

He turned from his locker and was greeted by Russell looming over him. His tan skin slowly faded into a sickly white as he locked eyes with the taller and significantly larger pupil. His face was red, and his eyebrows were burrowed. Was he mad? But why at him? He greeted him nervously, "Uh...h-hey Russell," his voice small and shaky. Russell suddenly slammed his giant hand against Peter's locker, trapping the petite boy in between himself and it. The noise of the metal clashing together made Peter jolt and hiccup a gasp. There were so many thoughts were racing through his head. 'What is happening?' 'Did I do something wrong?' ‘Is he going to shove me in the locker?' ‘What does he want from me?’ Russell had begun to raise his tightly balled fist. Peter just flinched beneath him and waited for whatever was to come. A minute passed before he realized that he was still in one piece and wasn't smooshed into someone's messy locker. Peter slowly opened his right eye to see if it was just some prank to scare him. Well, that's what he hoped. To his surprise, he saw a little, white, wrinkled envelope resting in Russell's large palm. "For...Petey," Russell said, who was now looking away from the smaller boy, his face slightly flushed. Peter carefully took the envelope out of his hand. "Ah- t-thank you," he said, with a fearful grin. Russell removed his hand from the rusty green locker and shoved them into his dirty, jean pockets then walked away from Peter, leaving him lost for words.

Peter watched as Russell walked away until he disappeared behind the hallway walls. After grasping what had just happened, he slammed his body into the locker and slid down to the tiled floor. A sigh of relief escaping his lungs. He looked at the envelope in his hand He turned it around in his hand. 'What could be in this?' he thought as he studied the envelope. Knowing Russell, surprises from him either left you injured or eternally traumatized. "Is he gone?" asked a voice coming from the right of him. He turned his head towards the bathroom to discover the once obnoxious and over-confident prep cowering behind the boys' restroom wall. It was kind of funny. He couldn't blame him, but still. "Yeah," Peter answered back. He was trying to hold back laughter. "Good. Speak of this to anyone, and I'll have daddy sue you." Derby threatened while he brushed off his Aquaberry vest and recomposed himself. Peter quickly cleared his throat and put on a straight face. “Well, now that that's over, I'll be seeing you tomorrow in English, so be prepared.” He then proceeded to walk down the hall towards the main doors. Peter decided it was his time to leave as well and because he was getting sore from sitting on the hard floor for so long. He pushed himself up and headed for the boys' dorm.

When Peter entered the dorm, it was quieter than usual. It was practically empty. Well, it would be if Gary and Jimmy weren't sitting on the couch watching some cartoon on the tv that he didn't care to recognize. ‘Just great…’, he thought. If they spotted or heard him, especially Gary, they'd probably hassle him about the letter. He had to figure out a way to get past them quietly. Then it came to him. As ridiculous, and probably unsanitary, as it was, he got down on all fours and started crawling to his room. Since he was small enough, it would be easier for him to sneak past. Successfully making it past the entrance to the living area, he now had to make the final stretch. As soon as he was far enough from the doors, he tiptoed the rest of the way to his room. When he got to the door, he slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door wide enough so that he could quickly slip in. He slid through and gently closed the door.

The duo continued watching tv in the living room, but Peter's plan didn't necessarily go as planned. Unfortunately, the main doors weren't as quiet as he was. "He does know that we heard him come through the front door, right?" Gary asked before taking another sip of Beam Cola. "Just let him have his fun," Jimmy replied, still focused on the tv. There was a moment of silence until Gary placed the can on the floor next to him and leaped over their couch, "I'm gonna see what he's doing," Gary said. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and headed towards Peter's room. Jimmy sighed, then t switched off the tv.

Safe and sound he hoped. Peter plopped straight onto his bed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the envelope. He examined it a bit closer than when he was in the school halls. It was sealed with a barely sticky, small, pink heart sticker, and on the back was a note that read 'For Peter' written in three different shades of red in colored pencils. He lifted the sticker from the paper and pulled out the neatly folded piece of notebook paper stored inside. But before he could even read it, it was snatched out of his hands. "What'cha got here, femme boy? A love letter? Let me guess... it's for Beatrice, isn't it?" Gary teased, "Or wait, maybe it's for one of the jocks. I know how much you love to watch them during football practice in those tight pants." Gary pestered, causing Peter's face to go red. He didn't even hear him come in. He knew he should've locked the door! He had to get that letter back before he read it. "Hey, give that back!" he cried, stretching his arms up to grab the piece of paper Gary was taunting him with but was failing to reach it. "And it's not mine; someone gave it to me," Peter explained, still stretching for the paper. He knew he shouldn't have said that, knowing it would only make this worst. "Ooh~, a secret admirer, huh~?" asked Gary, seeming even more interested, "It can't be any of the girls. Hm...maybe one of the nerds or, better yet, one of those idiotic bullies! That seems right up your alley." Gary insulted. A sly, toothy smirk painting his face. Peter had stopped reaching for the paper bowed his head, tightly balling his fists up in his lap, almost digging his nails into his palms. His vision became blurry, and his face was hot.

"Cut it out already, would ya? Geez." Jimmy instructed while propped up on the door frame, his arms folded. "What? I was just playing around," Gary shrugged. Peter quickly snatched the paper out of Gary's hand, secretly wishing it would have given him a paper cut. "You're such a jerk, you know that?" Peter snapped back, clearing his watery eyes. "Aw~ did I hwurt da baby's feewlings? Here let me kiss it better." He extended his arms, attempting to hug the smaller boy but was restricted by a hand pushing on his chest. "Shut up..." Peter responded irritated, dodging eye contact.

"Well, when you two are done making out, I would like to know what's going on here," Jimmy said impatiently. "Little Petey here got a love letter," Gary said, pushing himself away from Peter. Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "A love letter? From who?" This was the part that Peter didn't want to happen. He knew if they found out, they'd probably, no DEFINITELY, laugh at him. Especially Gary. That's why he wanted to get to his room unnoticed. But he couldn't just sit there in silence, wishing he could turn back the time. He took a deep breath and spoke, "...it's…from Russell..." the boy softly answered.

"Russell?!" the duo exclaimed, jaws practically dropping to the ground. "So I was right! Haha, that's hilarious!" Gary laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Jimmy elbowed him in the arm, almost causing Gary to fall. The taller boy glared back at Jimmy while rubbing his arm. "What does the letter say?" Jimmy asked. Peter uncrumpled the paper from when he snatched it out of Gary's hands so that he could read it. The handwriting was really neat, but the grammar was close to illegible. He tried his best to decode the message. "Meet Russell at...Old Bullworth Vale Garden tomorrow... at 4:00 pm." ‘4:00?’ 'What does he want to meet up for?' Peter thought about the incident that went down at the lockers and it sent shivers down his spine thinking about it.

"Ooo~ little Petey's going on his first date." "Would you cut it out already?" Petey shot back. He was growing tired of Gary's little comments. That combined with the thoughts of Russell potentially trapping him a port-a-potty only gave him a headache, and Gary wasn't making it any better. "Could you guys just go…please?" He said while rubbing his forehead. This was stressing him out. The two said their goodbyes and left Peter to drown in his thoughts. He could hear them arguing outside his door, but he wasn't paying much attention. He was still thinking about the note. He laid down on his bed and stared up at the broken ceiling fan. He thought to himself, 'Why did I read it?' 'What if I just threw it away? Then what?'. Peter didn't have time to worry about the ‘what-ifs’. He had a project to do. He groaned and rolled out of his bed. Sitting at his desk, he opened up his laptop and began working. Hoping that this would keep his mind off of it.

It was the next day at school. The day was nearly over, and Peter felt as though he had made no progress at all. All his day his mind was fogged up with recurring thoughts. His thoughts had shortly came to a stop because a faint voice was coming into tune through his right ear "…ey. Hey! Snap out of it!" It was Derby who was snapping his fingers, trying to pull the dazed boy out of his trance. "Hm? Oh, sorry, I got a little distracted..." Peter explained. "A little?! You've been "distracted" almost during the entire class! This is the third time I had to wake you back up!" Derby responded sharply. "I said I was sorry, alright? I just have a lot on my mind right now..." Peter explained. “Ha! What exactly could poor people even think about? Now is not the time for jokes, Kowalski.” Peter stared him down, now even more annoyed. He wished he was daydreaming again. Derby rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever, let's just get back to work," Derby instructed. They continued to work on their separate slides, Peter trying his best to keep his head out of the clouds.

*RING* The sound of the last school bell. To Peter, it sounded like the final gong before disaster struck. He stopped by his locker to put his stuff away before heading to the dorm. When he got to the dorm he headed straight to his room. He entered his room and sat on his bed. He sat there for a while. He scanned the wall in front of him until his eyes landed on the clock. A couple more minutes until it was time to meet up with Russell. He stood up and walked to the mirror behind the bed. He stared at his reflection. He looked drowsy. He hardly got any sleep last night. It was because of the note. That stupid note kept him in and out of sleep. Even when he was doing his work, that couldn't take his mind off of it either. And this was all because of a piece of paper. More so the person who wrote on that flimsy piece of paper. He slapped his face a bit to wake him up a bit and bring the color back to it. He contemplated whether he should change his clothes or not, but he decided that was unnecessary. It's not like he was going on a date or anything, despite what Gary said, so he just took off his vest and fixed up his shirt collar. He looked back at the clock. It was about time. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a reassuring nod. He headed out his room and straight to Old Bullworth Vale Garden. At least he would've been if he didn't have an unexpected visitor.

Gary was standing in front of him, his hand raised to knock on the door. Great, another person he didn't want to see today. They stared at each other for a while. “Look. I have somewhere to be, so if you have something important to say, hurry up.” the smaller boy explained. “Rushing to see your new boyfriend, huh?” Gary teased. Unsurprisingly, he only came to annoy him. Peter tried to walk past him, but Gary quickly blocked his path again. Peter sighed, “What?” he asked impatiently. “Look, I'm sorry, ok. For yesterday.” “You really think I'd fall for that? I know Jimmy told you to do this.” “Well, yeah. But if I didn't, then you'd ignore me for the rest of the week. Then teasing you won't be as fun. So…apology accepted?” Gary asked with a crooked smile. Peter shook his head. “I'll think about it.” He responded firmly. He pushed past Gary and continued on his way.

Well, here he was. No turning back now. He scanned the park looking for Russell, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Fortunately, he brought the note with him. Peter pulled the note out of his back pocket and unfolded it. He re-read it to see if there were any directions. Nothing on the front. He flipped it over to the backside. In blue-colored pencil was a message in the middle of the paper that read: 'Meet by soda machine' He stuffed the paper back into his pocket and treaded up the long stone path. When he reached the stone wall before the picnic area, he paused for a bit. There he was. He was sitting on the far left of the stone bench, staring out into the distance. He puffed out his chest then walked over to him. "Hey, Russell!" Peter greeted with a tiny wave, trying not to sound scared. Russell spun his head around and directed his vision to the smiling boy. Hi, Petey..." the red-head replied meekly, his cheeks a little flushed. "Mind if I sit here?" Peter asked, pointing at the vacant spot on the bench. Russell shook his head which allowed Peter to pop-a-squat right next to him.

"Sooo, what did you want to talk about?" Peter asked. Russell was nervously twiddling his thumbs, avoiding eye contact with the smaller boy. He never felt this anxious about someone, especially someone who he deemed as weaker than him. And that was nearly everyone! But for some reason, Peter was different. "Well...," he started, slowly, "Russell has been feeling weird. Towards you…" "Weird? What do you mean?" Peter asked curiously. "Whenever I see you...Russell get a weird feeling in my stomach, and heart goes fast," he answered. He could feel his cheeks getting hotter. It took Peter a while to realize what he meant. When he did, his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wait, are you saying that you like me?" Russell nodded, his cheeks becoming darker by the second. "For how long?" "A while," Russell responded shyly. Peter was still shocked about the unexpected confession. He didn't know whether to feel relieved that Russell wasn't going to make him walk home smelling like the boys' gym locker room or surprised that Russell had admired him.

He never considered Russell to be his type, not that he had one, but he's pretty sure not many people's types are destructive bullies. But he had to admit when Russell wasn't threatening other students for their lunch money, he was kind of… cute, when he was like this, in one way or another. That's one thing he never thought he would think about Russell."It's okay if you don't like-" Russell began before being cut off by Peter, "N-no, it's fine. I don't mind..." he said while rubbing the back of his neck. A little splash of maroon now tinting his cheeks. Russell was surprised by the response a bit, but it shortly turned into a soft smile.

It was starting to get late, and Peter didn't want one of the prefects reporting him for being out after curfew to Dr. Crabblesnitch. "Well, if that's all you wanted to talk about, I should be getting back to the dorms." He explained. "Russell give you ride back," Russell offered. Thinking about it now, Peter didn't have any way to get back to the dorms, and he didn't like walking around at night. "Oh, okay. Thanks." Peter followed behind Russell towards the entrance gates to retrieve his bike. He stepped onto the spokes and tightly wrapped his arms around the bigger boy's waist. "Ready?" Russell asked. "Yeah," Peter replied. Russell raised his foot off the ground and started pedaling.

Russell was biking slowly just in case he went over any bumps, Peter wouldn't go flying off. The smaller boy was resting his head on his back and his arms wrapped around him gave his butterflies in his stomach, but the good kind. Peter was able to take in the scenery from the beach. The sunset made the town look so peaceful, especially the beach. With little speckles of the sunlight bouncing off the water, it was as if the sea were a peach that contained all of outer space. The scent of Russell's cologne and the view made Peter feel calm. He involuntarily nestled himself closer into his back which caused the redhead's heart to beat faster it could nearly pop out of his chest. He smiled to himself as he continued pedaling towards the school purposely going a bit slower so that the moment would last longer.

They arrived back at the school not long after. Russell parked his bike near the first step of the boys' dorm. Walking up the stairs, Peter stopped at the highest step and Russell two steps behind him so that they were at eye level. Or at least where Peter wasn't bending his neck to see not even half of his face. “Thanks for giving me a ride back.” the tiny boy praised with a gentle smile. “You're welcome," Russell replied sheepishly, blushing. There was small silence between them. The whooshing of the lukewarm early autumn wind filling in for some of the white noise. Before anyone could say anything to break it, Russell planted a little peck on Peter's forehead before walking back down the stairs to his bike. Russell waved back at Peter before getting on his bike and hitching it back home. Peter watched as Russell rode out to the courtyard as they waved at each other. When he was completely out of sight, he slightly touched his forehead and smiled to himself before entering the boys' dorm.

As soon as he got to his room, he fell onto his bed. He took one of his pillows and covered his blushed face in case someone walked in him. Little giggles passing through the pillowcase. He rolled around joyfully, completely messing up his bedsheets. The excitement letting loose throughout his body. He finally had calmed down after a session of frolicking all over his bed. He had almost forgotten to finish the rest of his slides. Now that his mind wasn't as cluttered as before, it would be easier for him to work. But considering what had just happened, he'd probably be distracted thinking about that now. He headed to his desk so he could get started, but before he even sat down, he noticed a book on top of his laptop. There was a piece of paper attached to it with clear tape. He picked it up and sat at his desk chair. Pulling the paper off revealed the cover of the book. Romeo and Juliet. He took a look at the note the was stuck to it. It read:

['Hey femme boy. I stole your girly book. I realized that I didn't want any of your girliness or any of you rubbing off on me, so I decided to return it. Be grateful.'

Sincerely,

You're BFF Gary Smith ;) ]

'So that's where it was huh?' Peter thought. He tongued the inside of his cheek before releasing a slightly annoyed laugh. At least he got his book back. That's all that really mattered. He'll get him back later, but for now, he had work to do. He flipped open his laptop and continued his previous work.

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That's the end! I'm not really good at writing(even tho my strong suit is English/Literature 👀), so I hope that this was at least a little bit enjoyable/entertaining and not too cringy😅

#idk yall i think this is starting #to become my otp #like 👀👀👀👀👀#its a cute ship tho ngl #peter kowalski #russell northrop #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully ship

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imagineyourworld · 4 years ago

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Could you match me up with someone from the Star Wars universe ? Thank you <3

Name : Rayanne

Age : 22

Which gender you wanna be paired with :

Male, i’m heterosexual , pronouns: she/her

Occupation : i’m artistic so i’m studying to be a graphic designer/photographer. i also love to write so maybe someday i will write my own book or series. i really want to be involved in the film industry.

Hobbies : writing, drawing, taking photographs, reading, studying world, art and war history.

Personality (a few strengths and flaws) :

i’m on the quiet side but i’m not against talking to others. i’m an observer and i feel i work best behind the scenes and i’m happy to do so. i’ve been described as kind, funny, mysterious, and cozy. i love kids and i really want to be a mother. i’m patient and i’m a hard worker and any time i’ve ever been a part of a team they are always relieved that i’m there and express it verbally too. i always work my hardest even if im exhausted. i guess you could say i’m the backbone of the group. i always comfort others too and reassure them that things will be okay. i’ve been told i’m emotionally intelligent.

Flaws ? i would say my temper. It takes a lot for me to be bothered but if you bother anyone i love i lose my temper pretty quickly. i also tend to hide what’s bothering me and push through my struggles alone. i don’t like to talk about my feelings with others unless it will help them have an example on how to deal with their own struggles. i put others before me so i guess i fail at taking care of my own mental health too. Idk i feel as a leader i can’t show that i’m struggling myself.

Specific character I don't wanna be paired with :

Greef Karga. idk he feels too much like a grandpa to me haha. Also anyone who is married such as Anakin or Han. No aliens either so just a human or clone.

Anything else that might be helpful :

i struggle with anxiety and depression. i dress in dark colors but also femininely. i have long wavy brown hair and full front bangs. i have green eyes and light tan skin. i’m short. ( 5 ft exactly haha ) In the Star Wars world, i think i would be a medic or maybe even a scout of some sort since i’m quiet and can go unnoticed. i’d prefer knives and a blaster as my weapon. Also i get shy with intimacy in public so i’m more private about that. Hugs and hand holding in public are fine but making out in public makes me anxious.

Hi Rayanne,

Thanks for your request! Based on what you told me about yourself I would ship you with Hunter. You share a lot of similar characteristics, such as a similar work ethic and loving kids, as well as not really wanting to talk about your feelings. Hunter would be able to calm you down when your temper gets the better of you and he'd be there whenever things get rough. I hope you're happy with your ship.

Love, Charlie

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Your shift was almost over when the door to the medbay opened once again and Clone Force 99 entered. As soon as you recognized them you expected the worst, after all you knew how rough their missions could get, but a quick glance told you that none of them were hurt too bad, the worst seemed to be the black eye that stood out on Echo's pale skin. "Is this just gonna be a checkup or are there any injuries hidden underneath your armor?", you asked them. A proud grin appeared on Wrecker's face as they all settled down on various surfaces across the room. "None of us got hurt", he announced, to which Echo responded with a grumbled insult. You just nodded, put on your gloves and got to work. It turned out that Wrecker had been right, aside from a few minor scratches they had been lucky. One after the other you released them and told them to get some food and rest until only Hunter was left in the medbay. "Hey", he greeted, his voice much softer now that he no longer had to play the leader for his brothers. "Hey yourself", you repeated. You rolled the chair you were sitting on over to the bed Hunter was occupying. He leaned back until his weight rested on his hands, a small smile on his lips. Just before you reached him you looked around one last time, thanking the force that everyone else, even the droids, had vacated the medbay before the Bad Batch arrived. You stood up from your chair and let yourself fall down on the bed, right next to Hunter, who watched you with a small grin. "Long day?" "The longest", you confirmed. He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against your cheek. "That's too bad, I've been hoping to keep you up a while longer." Before he even finished his sentence a yawn left your lips. It really had been a rather long day and though you liked the idea of spending the evening with your boyfriend, glad he had returned to you safe and sound, you just couldn't keep your eyes open a second longer. "Just let me rest for five minutes, then we can do whatever you want." With another yawn you leaned your head against Hunter's shoulder, which resulted in him resting his own head on top of yours. "You should go to bed", he said after a few minutes of blissful silence. Slowly you turned your head to look at him. Maybe he was right, but you wanted to spend a few more minutes alone with him, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't take him back to your room without risking anyone catching the two of you. "In a moment", you mumbled. "Tell me about your mission first." With a soft smile and an exaggerated eye roll Hunter obliged, he never could deny you anything.

"And that's basically it. All the way back Crosshair kept complaining about the cold, I don't think I'll ever get him to go back to Hoth", Hunter ended his story. Though he hadn't been talking long, it had been a short mission after all, you had fallen asleep over the course of his report. Slowly and carefully, as not to wake you, he lifted your head from his shoulder and moved your body until you were laying down on the bed. In the corner he spotted a couple of blankets stacked on a chair and brought one over to you. It was too thin and too rough, so unlike the soft blanket he had once brought you from a mission to Alderaan, but it would have to do. As he covered you with the blanket and tugged it around your shoulders he could hear you mumble in your sleep. Though most of it were sounds rather than actual words, he could make out his name, followed by a quiet "love you". A soft smile appeared on his face. He didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like you, to deserve your love, but he knew that he would to whatever it took to prove himself worthy of it. "I love you too, cyare", he whispered before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep now, you need it." With one last glance at your sleeping body he turned out the lights before leaving the medbay. One day, he promised himself. I won't have to leave. I can fall asleep and wake up next to you. One day...

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I hope you enjoyed this small trip to the medbay with Hunter.

#hunter x you #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you

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liberolove · 5 years ago

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Testing the Waters (pt. 1)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part one] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

even though you decided to stay in your hometown to further your studies, you moved out as soon as you could. your parents were smothering you and you were honestly tired of it. so, you got your own apartment and started to live on your own. everything was fine and easy so far but then you realized how lonely you felt. your friends had moved away to go to other universities, and you were never really good at relationships. the anxiety of not knowing what to do with yourself until classes started was consuming you. to deal with this, you figured you might as well download a dating app.

“Gotta check out all the hot singles in my area, I guess,” you thought.

it had been a while since your last relationship but you were sure you were ready again. or maybe you could try to find something different. maybe some hookups could be enough to help you during this weird adjustment period.

you downloaded the app and added whatever details were needed.

Name: l/n, y/n

Looking for: chat, relationship, hookup, anything

Bio:

it took you about ten minutes to finally decide on what you wanted to add to your bio. finally, you typed out:

Bio: just another single college student looking for genuine human connections. Interests include watching anime, reading nerdy shit, and getting to know you

you were never too good at coming up with bios but this should be good enough for now. time to see what kind of fish you could catch..

not even a minute after uploading a picture of yourself, a new message showed up.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey, beautiful! (;

Y/n: oh hi! how are you?

N: doing better now that I’m talking to youuuu. how about your lovely self?

Y: wow someone is really straightforward. I’m doing pretty well rn thanks. what are you up to?

N: just been bored as fuck on here and then BOOM you showed up (:

Y: lol youre silly. so hows the whole dating scene look like on here? any good ones?

N: nah it sucks honestly. But now you’re here so its a million times better!

Y: oh shush lol. does this site really work? like have you actually met someone from here?

N: uhh i actually havent met anyone yet, but ive had some nice conversations so far! ive still got high hopes

Y: have you been on here for a long time?

N: i just downloaded it like two weeks ago? idk but yeah. im hoping that maybe youll be my first??

Y: your first what? haha be more specific

N: OH sorry!! i didnt mean it like that omg. i meant like my first person to meet off of this app lol

Y: i mean if youre not busy right now, we could meet up for a coffee date or something? (cliche right?)

N: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? like... right now rIGHT NOW?

Y: yeah (: sorry for doing this so fast. you’re just really cute and im bored haha

N: nooooo its fine i swear im just a little shocked. and WOW you think IM CUTE? you should look in the mirror because your gorgeousss *heart eyes emoji*

Y: so its settled? lets meet today at around 1 pm at XXX cafe?

N: yeah! thats not too far from here! i CANT WAIT

Y: same here (:

as soon as you sent that last message you hopped in the shower and started getting ready. you debated whether to put on makeup or not and then eventually decided to do it. you wore that one red dress that greatly accentuated your butt and your curves. you checked the clock and it was 30 MINUTES UNTIL 1 so you finished up by brushing your hair and adding on a spritz of peach scented perfume. “Hopefully this impresses him.”

the cafe you guys agreed to meet at was only a short walk away from your apartment. you were almost at the cafe when you noticed the time again and it was already 10 MINUTES PAST 1! you were so scared that he thought you stood him up but as you got closer, you noticed a cute boy sitting by himself outside. you stared at his backside for a little, unsure if this was your mystery boy. so you messaged him on the app

Y: heeeey are you the one sitting alone outside with a tan shirt and some ripped black jeans?

your phone lit up with the answer to your question: “yes”

as you looked up again, you noticed the stranger you were staring at had stood up and was looking right into your eyes. once you locked eyes, he grinned the biggest smile you’d ever seen and he chuckled.

“Hi there!! L/n, right? Nice to meet ya, I’m Nishinoya Yuu. Wow, you’re even more beautiful in person!! Do you want anything from the cafe? I’m buying”

You were kind of shocked by his beautiful smile and his spiky hair. It took you a while to respond as you tried to take in the wonderful sight in front of you. He was simply breath taking. You could tell he was the athletic type by the way his shirt hung onto his broad, toned shoulders.

“Ummm... L/n? Are you okay? Do you want any coffee or sweets from the cafe?”

“OH, oh my god, I’m so sorry! I got distracted..” you said as you looked away from him, getting redder by the second. you hadn’t even noticed his compliment or the way he kept eyeing you up and down and licking his lips. “Yeah, I’d love to get a coffee, if you don’t mind. Please..”

His eyes snapped back up to yours. “Awesome, I’ll go order inside. You can just sit your pretty little self here while I do that. Don’t run away! I’ll be right back!”

now that you had some time to reflect on what the heck just happened.. you breathed a sigh of relief. You couldn’t believe that he was real and so goddamn gorgeous. His little tuft of blonde hair at the front of his head was so cute and his smile.. goddamn. the way he looked at you.. and his friendly demeanor. it was all so much to take in. you didn’t really know how to react. as soon as you had relaxed, you tensed back up as he came back and sat down with you.

“Here’s your coffee hot and ready just for you, hun”

“Thank you so much Nishinoya” you blushed a bit as your mouth pronounced his name

“Hey, just call me Noya! Or Yuu...”

“On a first name basis already?”

“Only if you want to..”

you giggled as you noticed that he was getting bright pink too. “Okay, Yuu.”

as soon as you said his first name, his eyes lit up and that bright pink hue on his face soon turned into a passionate red

“Soooo..” you said as you tried to break up the silence.. “what do you do? do you go to school?”

“Yeah! I’m going to start going to Sendai University in the fall! I’m going to be playing on the volleyball team! How about you?”

“No way.. I’m gonna go there too! I guess I’ll be seeing you around probably. And wow! Volleyball huh? That’s hot.”

when you said that last part, Noya almost spat out his coffee. you laughed at the look on his face. he was blushing so much he couldn’t keep still. you were almost afraid he would just run away from you and never come back.

He just tried to regain his composure and laughed. “You really got me there oh my god i almost choked. But yeah I can’t wait to play again.”

The rest of the afternoon you guys talked about everything from anime to your favorite season, to your least favorite horror movie. The more you two bonded over common interests, the more he let his wild side out. He became more rambunctious and fiery and this did things to you, to say the least. you checked your phone to check the time and it was already 6:45 pm. You had no clue as to when the sun had started setting, but it didn’t matter because you hadn’t felt this warm fuzzy feeling in your heart in a while. it felt so nice. you didn’t want it to end. but then noya interrupted your thought by saying,

“Hey, (y/n)..” you two were on a first name basis already and it was just the first date. “it’s getting pretty late and I have to go home and help out my family with some stuff. I hope you don’t mind. Sorry! But we can definitely go out again if you want. i know i sure do..”

“Yes, of course! I totally get it. But first can I get your number?” you look away as you say this because this was the first time you’ve ever asked a guy for their number.

you two exchange phone numbers and hug goodbye. you let the hug linger for a little longer than you should and plant a quick soft peck on his cheek and say,

“I can’t wait to see you again, Yuu.”

He just smiles and replies, “Me too, Y/n. I’ll see you again soon, babe.”

You freeze up and don’t know what to say as he walks away. you think to yourself, “did he really just call me babe?”

#liberolove writes #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #lblv.nishinoya

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I get a Peaky Blinders pairing? I’m a 5’2 female, I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, I have a tan skin (kinda caramel when I get enough sun) and I’m curvy. I’m an infj so basically I’m a walking contradiction haha. But I love helping others, I listen a lot and I’m not scared of complex personalities. I hate conflict but I still protect my values. I can be quite bossy, i love being in charge and having control over the situation. I’m a hopeless romantic, I’m very vivacious and bubbly and I’m also really emotional. I am very anxious and stressed most of the time so it’s a bit overwhelming to deal with so many emotions (for me and for others). I come out as cold but I’m really caring and passionate like...deep inside lol! I love a lot of things, I’m very curious and anything can catch my attention, i also love learning and discovering new things however i love food (my #1 passion lolll) playing the violin, dancing and singing alone in my room when no one is watching, getting all kind of creative and I think that’s enough info! Thank you very much 💕

Thank you too, my darling! 💖 I ship you with Alfie Solomons!

Firstly, lemme just put this out there, Alfie admires someone who knows what they’re doing, so if you want to be in charge and you show it, he might just grab some popcorn and enjoy the show-

probably same for the bedroom, I mean shiiiit

Alf loves everything about you, inside and out

He also adores you for e v e r y t h i n g

his top five things he adores are;

your bossiness,

your vivacious + bubbliness

your ability to listen and help (the emotional part is totally fine because he’s a big ol’ softy himself, he just wears a mask over that fact when he’s at the bakery)

your lack of fear for the complex / bigger big fucks small however, he admits, this time small fucked big

take that however you see it oop

Your creativity!

He gives the best rub a dub dubs when you’re stressed

and, the best part is, he doesn’t ask for one back

Alfie likes to make sure that you’re okay and safe and healthy, basically checks up on you as much as he can

At first, he didn’t want you inside the bakery but your curiosity got the best of you

Ollie just runs in, panting

“Well? Spit it out, won’t ya?!” Alfie’s beyond confused but Ollie can’t talk through the deep breaths he’s taking

“Your- she’s- Y/n-”

“Y/n? What ‘bout her?”

“She’s here!” He finally gets it out

Speak of the fucking devil, you suddenly appear behind him yo wtf, did you like- teleport or something??

You guys had a long talk about it, but Alfie learned it was better to let you in on it rather than hide it from you

In fact, you’ve become a part of it (if you want, he doesn’t force you to do anything)

Aka, you’ve scared most the bakers shitless because you’re like a smaller yet nicer version of Alfie...in a way- idk

He has to apologize for misleading you about the whole baking thing tho

You were really looking forward to some bread

Alfie loves it when you play violin and sing! He also loves to dance with you but will never admit it to anyone aside from you, nor will he do it in front of anyone but you

He quietly hums along or even joins in when you sing

Hearing you play the violin or sing puts him at ease and being the boss of the bakery has him stressed quite often

You guys help each other with stress because, idk, iconic power couple.

The conflict thing is a bit hard because Alfie...well, to put it bluntly, Alfie’s pretty hard on his bakers and works in a business involving guns n stuff

He tries super hard to keep it out of the house and toned down when he’s around you though

Again, I dunno, hope you liked it!

#anon #anonymous #x reader #ship #character ship #peaky blinders ship #Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons x reader #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader #ask #asks

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derryhawkins · 5 years ago

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it starts getting cold out and richie rocks up wearing mike's blue sweater from st season 2 and eddie can't form a sentence for at least 15 minutes

i stared at this for a solid 3 seconds bc i was like “mike??? hanlon?????? in st???” before i realized,, i’m dumb i’m sorry sfjk but i made this into a little one shot/drabble thing idk what to call it, but hope this is ok (also it’s like…midnight…so like this might be shit)

Gay Panic

It’s the end of November. It’s just barely above freezing. It’s windy as all shit. The forecast for the up coming week is snow, snow, and more fucking snow. Yet somehow the group of seven came up the bright idea of spending their free Tuesday afternoon outside. If one considers their underground clubhouse outside which, for your information, Eddie abso-fucking-lutely does, and that’s the exact reason the sixteen year old is in a few warm layers of clothes with a warm winter hat with thing strings, gloves, winter boots, and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders because he refuses to get sick. Because, then his mother will be on his case and might possibly not let him outside the rest of the fall and winter months, and he can’t have that. The others, of course, are dressed similarly but not to the degree of Eddie.

There’s Bill, with a sweatshirt under a jacket and a pair of fuzzy socks on his hands because he lost his gloves the other day. Beverly, her slightly grown out hair put into the braids to keep her ears warm, a cute beanie on her head. Ben, with warm gloves he’s now lacking because he gave them to Beverly when her hands got cold a few hours earlier. Stan, dressed like Eddie but somehow looks neater and way more put together even though the other boy looks pretty put together, too. Mike, with his own winter hat and earmuff and gloves, and he wears a comfortable looking sweater that all the losers would steal if given the chance.

Then there’s Richie. Eddie shouldn’t really care, but he does, because for once Richie’s wearing normal autumn and winter clothes instead of just a loose jacket over either a Hawaiian shirt or a long sleeve tee that does absolutely nothing against the cold weather. On this rare of occasion of Richie actually listening to his friends and parents about wearing something that’s actually warm, he’s wearing a sweater. And it’s something that isn’t that rare around Christmas time when he pulls out the ugliest sweaters that makes everyone groan and moan and complain - he got one a couple years ago that said, “ask your mom if i’m real,” with a winking Santa Claus just to wear it around Eddie - but this isn’t just an ugly Christmas sweater.

Well, it is, Eddie thinks, but not entirely ugly because it suits Richie. It fits him perfectly. It looks good. It looks pretty. Richie Trashmouth Tozier looks pretty, of all things, and that’s why Eddie is sitting in the hammock with a comic book, brown eyes wide and glued on his long time crush as he obnoxiously greets the others after entering the clubhouse. Eddie wants to speak up, to say something like, “Nice fugly sweater you got there,” but he can’t because that’s a lie.

It’s a nice sweater! On an attractive boy! A boy Eddie has a crush on! And, sure. Yeah. Paired with the glasses, Richie also looks like a big fucking nerd. But a cute one. A cute nerd Eddie suddenly wants to kiss so bad that his grip on the comic book is crinkling the pages. And maybe he’s staring too intently or whatever, or something, because Ben is speaking up a few feet away.

“You okay, Eddie?” Ben asks, head tilted to the side the littlest bit.

All the teen can do is smile and nod because that stupid fucking sweater has some kind of effect on him where he can’t form words.

Ben’s brows knit together. “Alright. You just look tense, I was worried for a sec.”

Eddie opens his mouth to say something like, “I’m fine, don’t worry, just scared of getting sick because of my mom,” but nothing comes out so he clamps his mouth shut, gives Ben another closed mouth smile, and lays down in the hammock, ready to get back to reading the comic as the others talk above the low holiday music.

Not even two seconds later Richie is crawling into the hammock and making himself at home beside Eddie. This shouldn’t be a problem - it never it, they’ve shared it plenty of times before - but it is somehow, Eddie’s vision moves from the comic he clearly isn’t reading and to the stupid fucking sweater, and somehow it’s all prettier up close - blues and tans and whites and maybe there’s a little green in there but it’s mostly just blue - meaning Richie is prettier up close - freckles are more noticeable and his brown eyes look deeper and the curls just really add to the look. Eddie’s mouth goes dry but there’s spit building up at the same time, and he’s pretty sure his shoulders are permanently tensed up by now because he can’t relax with his crush looking like that literally right beside him.

“Eds! Don’t you look fuckin’ cozy over here in, what, seven layers?” Richie teases, cheeks a bit pink because of the cold weather, and then he tugs at one of the strings of the hat Eddie’s wearing.

Eddie can only stare. He leans his head back a little to get a better look at Richie as he tries to get words to go from his brain to his mouth, but all he can think is, You look good. Kiss me, please fucking kiss me, can I kiss you? And, well, Eddie doesn’t want to ruin their friendship yet so he stays quiet.

Richie smirks. “Cat got your tongue? I know, I know, I have that effect on people,” he says. Then, he pinches Eddie’s cheeks, expecting the other teen to swat his hand away so when he doesn’t, Richie frowns. “Dude, really, you good?”

He lifts his shoulders and leans back against the flimsy side of the hammock. “Uh…” Eddie licks his lips, some weird sound of ‘yeah’ and ‘no’ morphed together that none of the others can understand.

Richie’s now concerned, and he leans closer to Eddie, which only makes Eddie try to back up more. “Eds, seriously, are you-?”

The weight of them leaning on more than one side than in the middle causes the hammock to flip, in turn causing them to flip. Meaning, they tumbled into a heap of lanky limbs on the wooden floor of the clubhouse, gaining everyone’s attention, and Eddie seriously wants to curse whatever gods are out there for having Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas start to play the exact moment his vision focuses above him only to see Richie’s face inches away from his own.

And if Eddie had any remaining control of his mouth he certainly has none now, because before he knew it - before Richie knew it, before the losers knew it - Eddie is planting one right on Richie for the tiniest second before scrambling out from under the taller teen and jumping to his feet, face beet red.

“I’m gon- uh. I- you guys want… Did- wait. I- fuck. Hot chocolate!”

Then, Eddie’s dashing out of the clubhouse, leaving behind a too stunned Richie and jaw dropped losers.

#asks #anonymous #reddie #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the beginning of have yourself a merry little christmas is v soft so #hope u liked this!!#my writing #it chapter two #the losers club

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imacrowcawcaw · 5 years ago

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Eyes of Juniper Ch. 1 (A Metallica Fic)

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Author (as known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr Pairing: Lars Ulrich/James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett/Cliff Burton, Lars/Female Character (briefly), Lars/Male Character (kinda, more just awkward one sided flirting then Lars gets rescued by his knight in a ratty Motorhead shirt) Fandom: Metallica Tags/warnings: Sex-swap AU, early 80s era 'tallica, smut, gay smut, also het smut since the whole gender switch thing, drinking and alcohol, lots of cussing and profanity, should warn that Lars goes into detail about taking a piss cuz ya know it's new to him, Idk I'll add tags per chapter as I think of shit

Notes:

1. Okay, so I spent like months thinking about whether to do this or not. On the one hand, yes this has so much potential to be fun (and I've seen some other sex swap stories i like). On the other hand, a lot of the whole sex/Gender swap thing is really stereotypical gender shit and goes against what I personally believe. But, creative juices won out and I'll try to keep true to character as much as possible while also making this funny and not too misogynistic (if that's possible).

2. This is a work in progress! I started it a year and a half ago, and now a friend is helping me continue

3. This story is inspired by the song 'Jewel of the Summertime' by Audioslave (on their album Revelations) I love this song and it is awesome you should totally go listen to it.

4. The witch-lady is inspired by Aine, Celtic goddess of love, summer, wealth, and sovereignty. I literally just googled 'goddess of love' then scrolled through a list to find someone other than Aphrodite (don't get me wrong I love Greek mythology but it just wasn't right for this fic) and came across this girl. I only did a quick Wikipedia read, I'm not planning on going too heavy into her myth and more just using her for the plot but.... If anybody is more well versed in Celtic mythology and I seem to get something wrong, please feel free to comment and I'll try my best to make it accurate!

5. Woo damn that was a lot of stuff, I don't blame you if you didn't bother reading it. Now, on with the show!

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1984 (Lars' POV)

The first thing I felt when I woke up was this odd sense of.... well, just something being fuckin' off. Like I was missing something, but also like I had gained something? I felt like a brand-new person, although in my gut I was still me.... Man, I must have had WAY too much Jager last night, it's fucking with my head.

I slowly peeled the itchy fleece blanket off of my body and rolled onto the floor, which was about a foot from the bare mattress. We really needed to invest in some sheets, especially if we wanted to keep bringing chicks back to the house. Apparently, most girls are not at all impressed by stained, lumpy mattresses with almost no bedding on them.

Speaking of girls and mattresses, didn't I bring one home last night? I raised my head slightly from its position from the threadbare carpet and looked at the bed, trying to see if Anna (Was that her name?) was still there. Yep, there was a naked hippy still passed out in my bed, sweet!

I groaned quietly as I stood and shuffled my way out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. It was then I noticed that I didn't really have the usual alcohol-and-early-morning-and-piss induced erection, but my bladder was still straining. Huh, weird.

Whatever. I just wanted to pee, get rid of that feeling in my gut, and get that dead possum taste out of my mouth. Pushing open the door and wincing as the creaky hinges screeched through my headache, I pulled down my boxers and reached for my dick.... What the fuck?

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHERE WAS MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK?!

Trying not to panic, I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment so I wouldn't have to see right away. But, of course, that kind of defeated the purpose of looking down, so I opened them again. No dick. The hell was going on?

Taking a deep, calming breath, I tried to think through this rationally. My dick, for whatever reason, was not where it was supposed to be. But, my bladder was still full and begging to be released, so obviously my system or whatever was still working. That need to pee was turning into a burning pain, so I tried to come up with a solution. If I don't have a cock, then I can piss through....what, exactly? Is there anything down there at all? What is even going on!?

Pulling in another deep breath through my nose, I let it hiss out between clenched teeth as I slowly, so slowly, touched my fingers to my abdomen and moved them downwards, dreading what I would find. Annnnnd....... Yep, there it was.

Velvety soft lips, slick, pungent juices; anatomy I knew so well but never, EVER expected to feel on myself. My crisis would have to wait a minute, though, 'cause my bladder was going to explode and no dick be damned I needed to do something about it.

Gingerly sitting my ass down on the toilet (god, so weird sitting down just to piss) I tried to slowly let it out. The feeling was...well there was certainly relief of the pressure, but it also felt strange in a way I couldn't really describe. I could possibly get used to it, not that I'm planning on staying like this or anything.

Cringing as I wiped, I slowly pulled the boxers back up to my hips that I just now noticed were a little wider than usual. And my hands, were they smaller? Softer? My chest too....HOLY SHIT I HAVE BOOBS! That, I might be able to get used to.

I turned to the mirror, and was quite shocked at what I saw. There was a girl standing there, with large, doe-like green eyes staring back at me from underneath brown bangs. She had a nice tan on her upper body, although her breasts were still pale where she clutched at them, small rosy nipples poking through her fingers. A pair of black cotton boxers stretched tight around the small curve of her hips, but hung loose around her milky thighs that almost touched. And this...this chick was me. ME.

Shaking my head, I splashed some water onto my face and rubbed my eyes, hoping it was just a fucked up dream. No such luck.

I was considering hiding in the bathroom forever, because no way in hell could I let the guys see me like this, let alone figure out how to explain, when I heard a scream. It sounded a lot like Kirk's voice, so I pushed my problems to the back of my head and ran into the hallway, stopping dead in my tracks at what I saw.

Anna, or whatever her name was, stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in flowing black robes with green Celtic designs all over them. She had jewels and charms hanging from her waist, wrists, neck, and ears, each tinkling as she tossed some sort of... Powder onto a very shocked looking Kirk. Or at least, I was pretty sure it was Kirk. He (she?) seemed to be in the same boat as me as far as bodies were concerned at the moment.

With a final dusting of powder, witchy-chick turned to me and smirked. "I hope you learn your lesson, I'll be back in a week. And as for you...." She turned to Kirk, "Well, you're just too damn cute! I couldn't resist seeing what a pretty girl you'd make!"

"This is your fault? You bitch! " I yelled. "Why the hell did you do this to us? Who are you? Change us back, then get the fuck out! I don't wanna be a damn girl, and neither does Kirk!" God this was fucking insane, that chick was crazy!

She hissed at me, eyes flashing in a way that could not be human. "Now you listen, GIRL. You'll stay like this for as long as I deem fit. You need to learn some respect for women, and being one is the best way to do that. I suppose you don't remember what you did last night?" She asked, looking bored and ready lo go fuck up someone else's life.

I thought hard, then it came creeping back to me. The bar, the Jager, the flirting with a group of girls, copping a feel and getting slapped, then her changing her mind and coming home with me, talking dirty in her ear, then unworldly sex, her whispering what sounded like a spell in my ear as I came... Holy shit.

"Is this about me grabbing your ass? I'm sorry! Please don't do this!" I begged, finally starting to let the situation sink in and desperation set. This could not be happening.

"Hmph," she snorted, "Begging isn't going to get you anywhere. I've seen humans beg for much less, and they still didn't get it. No, you'll love your life as a woman for a week, both of you, and hopefully you'll come to realize the struggles and terror that comes with it. If you've learned your lessons and are truly sorry, then you will be turned back. If not... Well you'll just have to stay like this until you do."

And just like that, she turned with a flourish and disappeared into thin air. My morning could not get any crazier, I was sure if it. But, because I wasn't actually sure and was suddenly doubting all logical occurrences in the world, I knocked on the wooden railing. That done, I turned towards Kirk.

He (seriously, do I call us he's or she's now? This is so fucked up) was shaking like a leaf, looking like he'd fall over any moment. I went over to grab him, calm him down, something.

"Shh shh, it's all right, Kirk," I muttered in his ear, awkwardly patting his back. I never thought I'd need to, but it really fucking sucks I can't comfort him any better than this. It was like this sour feeling in my chest that nestled in right next to my heart, whispering how awful I was at this and how he's probably mad at me for getting him into this situation.

Before I could ask him if he wanted to punt me out of a window, though, I heard some shuffling and talking coming from downstairs. James and Cliff were headed up here. As much as I wanted to hide for a week until my fuckin' "lesson" was up, I couldn't exactly drag Kirk into the hall closet in his current state, so I stood my ground.

"Hey, ladies, we do appreciate the service you've done our ugly ass friends, but could you keep the cat fight down until you've left the house?"

Ah, James, the man still didn't know how to talk to women after all this time. He was either too shy to form a sentence, or he put on this macho bravado that turned him into a drink asshole. Either way, this lady was not pleased.

By now I guess the guys had reached the landing Kirk and I were at and saw me hugging him, because Cliff chimed in, "Aww, they've made up! Good! Now, can I ask what exactly you two were telling about so loudly that it woke me and my boy James up? Did Lars do something?"

My back straightened at that, and I turned my head to him indignantly. "I did fucking not!" I retorted, even though apparently this whole situation was my fault. No need for them to know that, though.

"Holy shit, Lars!?!" James screamed.

I sighed. "Hi, Jamie."

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Chapter 2

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autumnrory · 10 months ago

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was worried i was leaving TOO early and wouldn't spend long in the boutique and would be left hanging around before i could go over to my friend's house but i wanted to account for parking which thankfully there was a space in the free lot bc i didn't wanna park on the street

but anyway ended up spending more time than i expected at the boutique anyway just bc i had So Many things to try on and a couple things i tried multiple times just really debating it (felt bad because it was busy in there and i guess there was a bit of a wait in the dressing rooms, i rarely go shopping on saturdays and i guess since they had a special sale it was extra chaos), did find both the dresses i was looking for, but only one was in my size (insane to get that in a large and the other would've needed to be a small like yes one is fitted and one is not but STILL i hate that clothing sizes are such a guessing game even more with dresses i think) and the other isn't in that size on the site i guess i could've asked if they might have it in stock at another store but i just didn't wanna take the time when i had to go, but i have it set to notify me if it comes back online so that's something

but anyway when i went to try on she asked about jeans and i was like okay whatever (that's the thing about stores like that is they try to convince you of stuff like sometimes it's not too aggressive but ya know still) and she got me a white wide leg pair with lining and i didn't look that hard at them bc 1. they're like $80 and 2. that wasn't what i was looking to get, their deal was $35 off your purchase, not tiered or a percentage off so it's like more than two items would've been so expensive, but idk if they were meant to be cropped on a regular person (the way some midi skirts and dresses are just maxi length on me) but they hit at the bottom of my leg rather than being too long like i honestly did not hate it and i've basically only worn skinny jeans since i was 12, i did NOT like flare jeans and don't understand how people wear them unless they're really tall/wear heels like they'll just drag on the ground and you can't cuff them the way you can skinny jeans or other tapered jeans, i have one secondhand pair that i think are maybe straight leg but other tan that it's alllll skinny so it's like okay well maybe i CAN consider other things more likely at american eagle or somewhere who has extra short options so they are the right length without requiring heels but it was just so unexpected like oh these are actually kind of nice, i should've looked harder to see how much the lining really worked because if i could wear white jeans without thinking in advance about the right underwear that would be so great tbh

but i got one of the dresses i wanted (the one thing i don't like is it has tie straps and i would rather the normal adjustable straps but i have done it before) and then a pretty spring jacket that was on sale, got my coffee, spent a couple hours at my friend's house and got to catch up and meet her sweet little baby (far too late omg she's almost a year old) and go for a walk together and it was all in all a pretty lovely day

#personal

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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Heyyyy im obssessed with ur writing. Could u maybe do tangerine/ reader who is just a female version of tan and she sometime works with the twins and lemon loves her and a when working together a mission goes wrong and reader is upset or smth and tan kind just comforts her even tho hes usually not like that and it surprises both of them and lemon is just smirking cuz he knowss. Hope it makes sense

thank you sm!! I feel like ive definitely done something similar before, I just don’t know what it’s called, where it is or when I did it😭 so im gonna give you my hcs if that’s okay. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

when the twins need an extra pair of eyes or hands, you'd be their first choice. as always, you'd be really good friends with lem - you'd joke a lot, have similar interests, basically besties. but with tan, it wouldn't strictly be friends or colleagues, the will they won't they kinda thing

you'd be similar in many aspects, like work. both efficient and good at what you do. and like tan, you don't take losing/ messing up too well

so so so, when that happens on this mission, you feel beaten up over it. just all sad, angry, disappointed, embarrassed. maybe you walk off to clear your head or bc you don't want them to see you like this

maybe lem is temporarily elsewhere, so only tan sees you walk off. he'd be hung up over it for a minute, deciding if he should follow after you or not. I feel like he'd mumble fuck to himself before caving in and following after you

feel like you might be sitting on a bench or a short wall (idk what they're called) he'd slowly walk over, and silently take a seat beside you, maybe pulling out a pack of cigs and offering you one. you'd shake your head, not in the mood to speak

i feel like he's awkward with emotions and comforting people, so he'd sigh and look around. eventually, he'd be like, "it weren't your fault," maybe you say that "it was" and place your face in your palms

he starts by patting your upper back, the kind where you don't know what to do - that uncomfortable one. maybe he hears a quiet sniffle from you, which upsets him more than he would have EVER thought (it would make him feel weirdly protective)

he'd say again how it wasn't your fault and would start to stroke over your back. palm rubbing circles, trying to comfort you. his demeanour would soften immediately and he'd turn to sit facing you head on - hand still on your back. maybe he'd gently pull your hands from your face and turn you around, making you look at him. he gets uneasy with verbal communication so he'd just slowly bring you in for a hug

maybe tan sees lem appear from behind you in the near distance, a quizzical look on his face, wondering what had gotten into his brother. ALSO a sly little smirk bc he knew it!!

tan would brush him away just so he could hold you a little longer

#ask #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x fem!reader

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anonil88 · 4 years ago

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“This isn't prison break.”parts 1 & 2

Rue runs away for a night from rehab with a bunch of people she doesn't know. They go to a club, do some stupid stuff and adopt a cat.

wrote this and put it on AO3- lnk here- but also updating on here:

PART 1

Rue laughs absently at the other group of "degenerates" as Ali would call them. They are walking along the side of the road towards wherever a kid named Malcolm was leading them. She technically was supposed to be in her small dorm bed asleep and awaiting 4 am check in. But instead here she was being a fellow degenerate who had technically escaped the rehab facility. They all intended on going back to the treatment facility eventually. She hopes Sol would even though it meant they probably would be separated. They all just needed a night of more because everyone was on edge and needed a break. Everyone was aware that the consequences would be getting kicked out or all restrictions taken away. But, fuck it.

Her group of acquaintances, because they were not her friends, was made up of a random assortment of folks. One of which was some guy named Graham who was apparently the older "brother" of Angel. Angel was the only one out of the group besides her roommate who actually knew more than whatever she half assed in group therapy. Which was very little but it was enough to keep them.... interested. Rue shoves her hands in the pockets of a pair of baggy shorts that Angel threw at her in a parking lot after everyone met back up. Their escape plan was a plan but they all booked it through a hole in the fence and through a patch of woods at first. Some person named Bones, who had to at least be a sophomore in college, picked them all up in a hatchback and the Graham who opened a backpack filled with vices.

Rue steered clear of the opiates and went straight for the bottle of Coconut Rum. Even though she could practically hear the pills singing her fucking name. Most of them actually opted to be clean of whatever landed them in rehab but not sober. Not everyone though because Angel was definitely rolling a tiny bit and so were two other people out of the 5 fence jumpers. Including her roommate Sol. Rue just figured the slap on the wrist once they got back would be less harsh without a positive test. The rum was more than enough to stay kind of alert amongst everyone here. All these faces that might leave her dying face down in a ditch if she OD’ed....again.

She wasn't even in here because of an overdose. Just a basic relapse that made her mom's mind up for her and now she was forced into a stupid facility with strangers. They forced her to talk, made sure she ate, but she honestly felt worse being inside than out. It was probably working the 12 steps and quiet therapy sessions but in places she didn't see yet. This right here though the warmth of the air touching her skin as the packed car they'd all tumbled into hurtled through empty streets. Leaning her head back she mumbles along the lyrics while Sol pulls at the worn shirt collar.

"Beep beep go swerving in my, Beep been you want me riding in your...."

Rue sighs feeling sticky lips press against her clavicle and up her neck.

"Beep beep ghost busting in my,

Beep beep you want me riding in your....driving super fast."

Sol was cool people but Rue knew it couldn't be anything more than fooling around. Kissing when no one was watching or either of them came back from a therapy session sobbing. Sometimes Sol sneaking into her bed at night so they could have quickie sex sessions. This wasn't how Rue expected to explore her sexuality that was pretty dormant but it was what she had. It also wasn't with who she had in mind either. Lingering feelings aside the two of them were stuck in a juvenile inpatient program. With the same beds as the ones in college pamphlets, a no shoelace rule, and fuzzy socks ( that Rue secretly loves). This girl was like 3 inches shorter than Rue, dark skinned, neck tattoos and a short cut. Sol had been through so much more shit than Rue and it made her feel ungrateful. Ungrateful because at least she had a hard working mom who still loved her and hadn't abandoned all hope. Other people in the program who took it seriously though told her not to because her life sucked too.

Feeling Sol's lips on hers she kissed her back. She didn't feel anything but it must have felt amazing to Sol who deepened the kiss. The car swerved past what in Rue's mind had to be a pothole. Sol falls away further into her body clutching the fabric of her shirt and accidentally her chest. Rue hears Sol sigh and snaps her eyes open while Sol still kisses her. Rue grabs hold of the handle above the door and sits back up mumbling, what was that. She watches Sol roll her eyes and sit back into the tan seats.

"Oh FUCK," Bones yelled slowing the car down and pulling over. Bones had their black hair slicked all the way back and a cigarette falling out of their mouth. They were odd enough sober and everyone's dd, just a ball of chaotic a.d.d they'd laughed at her earlier as they walked her from the gas station bathroom back to the car. It was a nice gesture because apparently she seemed "kind of uncomfortable," which was true. The urge to escape herself dulled the fear of her mother's true unbridled anger. Or Fez's.

He was really upset when he found out she got a new plug after actually being clean for so long. She turns to look out the back window and sees two green eyes attached to a small grey mound in the road.

"What the....omg a cat omg," Angel is practically bouncing out of the car after pulling out a half eaten filet o fish. Rue watches him in an outfit she felt fit him so much more than the basic t-shirt and sweatpants he wore everyday. His platform sneakers lit up across the black asphalt as he inches closer to the obviously terrified animal. A glitter covered arm wove in front of him with food and Rue leans into the window in anticipation. The only thing that could make Angel seem even more angelic was wings or a halo above his half platinum half silver hair. He honestly seemed like the type to fit right into Jules's friend group. But instead he was the kind creative rave kid who drew her pictures of kandy he'd give her one day.

"Hey um...you ," she feels her shoulder being tapped. "Put this in your lap."

PART 2

"Yes! I love this song," Bones yells back rolling down the windows. The cool autumn air filling the car and the smell of weed being blown out the window.

Her heel is bouncing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With one more she could become triple A instead of alcoholics anonymous. She can feel a comfortable softness against her sole. It's from a piece of fabric she keeps stuffed in her sock. Her knee keeps bouncing in place with the sleeping kitten being stroked by Sol in her lap. Her current reality is so much more serene than the one she relives in her head.

Arrival nurses took her hoodie at this new place only letting it stay with her the first night. She was so fucking high on check in that she screamed please don't take my dad please as they explained it to her mom. Her mom who she clung to like they were about to skin her alive. Chest rising and falling quick enough someone said something about a shot. Too high to be cold and distant but not enough for her heart to stop. Just enough to be a paranoid fuck up. Leslie tried to calm her down but it only worked after her mom bargained with them, one night.

One night and then her mom visited the next day to say goodbye. Slipping a gray square in her pocket. It was worn in from a t-shirt that her dad wore in her baby pictures. Leslie hugged her so tight before leaving whispering we love you so much. That was the last time she'd seen her mom and every time she called Leslie said oh rue like her heart was breaking again. So those phone calls were short because her mom crying always fucks her up mentally for a few days. The silent pauses remind her of the little sister who always has faith in her but is turning into someone who doesn't even look at her.

"You okay," Sol whispers and rue nods because when was she ever. Her arm that sol is resting on is cramping but she lets it, not much arm space in this back row anyway. She should have just chosen the trunk with some 16 year old named Zach.

"On the left yesss we made it and on time too," Graham jeers next to Sol.

Rue looks at the dash clock crinoline her brow. "How is almost 1 am on time," she whispers.

Sol chuckles, "It is a club not a house party you knew that right ?" Rue bites the inside of her lip and shakes her head no. Sol puckers a bottom lip and kisses her cheek. Great pity Rue thinks. Sol leans in to whisper to Rue, "Don't worry Graham knows the bouncer. No fakes required."

Rue opens back up the glass bottle in the seat net and lets the clear liquid burn her throat a bit. Out of her realm was an understatement, house parties were something she was used to but never clubs. She didn't even know what kind of club this was but judging from the giant rainbow flag out front, angry repressed frat bros wouldn't be an issue. Which helped the nerves in her stomach unwind. The fur ball on her lap made a noise and she rubbed it through the sweater it's been laid on. Sol said the kitten was probably dumped because there was a tag scar and the kitten was super clean. But was she risking it....no.

Sol takes the bottle from her hand and screws the cap back on. "You gonna dance with me tonight Benny." Sol says as she nudges her shoulder.

"Maybe," Rue shrugs.

" Okay well how about anyone else," Sol grins coyly.

Rue looks away from her and out the window. She's more interested in the brick building as they get closer than someone's hot sweaty body. There's a line to the door with several guards standing with gloved hands and flashlights. " Idk maybe," Rue looks back at Sol who is rolling her eyes.

" Yes she is," Angel yells from the passenger seat. He's checking his makeup in the mirror and winks at rue. Which makes her tuck her hair behind her ear and cough to cover the blush. Angel turns around happily and says, "meee.'

Leaning forward Sol pecks Angel and says, " Bennett your goal tonight is to have fun, dance with someone. He, she, they, who cares, maybe you'll get a lil prison pen pal."

Rue rolls her eyes, that probably wasn't happening but it was about trying new experiences. Treatment was also not prison; it just was not freedom either. Bones pulls past the entrance and swings into the parking lot. Graham is behind them pointing as they follow directions. He's even saying fun facts like this is Knott's which Angel keeps mimicking. Bones slowly moves the car until one guard leans his hand in the window. The guard daps Graham up and they laugh for a second. His name is apparently DJ and he's their in. The only rules are no weapons.

In the parking lot they all get put and Rue notices other cars with clusters of people around them. She shakes her lap free of cigarette ash and cat hair. The cat now named sparkle is being in the trunk with a makeshift bed, a small can of tuna Bones just had and an old bottle lid filled with water. Rue leans down and ties the mismatched dollar store laces on her chucks. They had hot dogs on them which was kind of cute. A tire squeals close by of a car obviously moving way too fast and drunk singing out a window speeds past them. Idiots. Everyone else was finishing a shared bottle or blunt. Leaning against the side of the trunk she feels Sol rest against her arm warming it up.

Rue can hear a steady thump and beat coming from the brick building. It makes her head move which means the music might not be her thing but it'll be tolerable. Graham even said there's another section with actual seats that has a more contained dance floor with pop and hip-hop. Just in case she got overwhelmed by the rave scene and the lights. She doubles over as she laughs at Angel's jokes.

Kid was fucking hilarious, she stands up wiping her eyes and freezes looking in front of her.

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fies-dramarama · 5 years ago

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New Tricks

Pairing: Ram x King

Show: My Engineer

Rating: 18+

WC: 2.3k

Tags: Puppy Play, Tail Plugs, Light BDSM Tones, Top Ram, Bottom King, Fingering, Collars, Leashes

Summary: Ram comes up with an idea to help King with his fear of dogs. Will it work? Probably not, but damn does he look good with ears and a tail.

A/N: Idk man there’s like no fics and I’m starving. Be the change you wanna see, I guess lmao

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Cool boy: ‘I can help you get over your fear of dogs.’

King blinked as he looked down at his phone. He was sitting in his usual spot, right beside one of Bohn’s legs with his homework splayed out in front of him. Mek was sitting across from him, strumming his guitar while Boss and Tee excitedly chattered about the upcoming projects and the chance of getting the affection of the girl students.

King read the message over and over again before his thumbs ran over the screen.

King of kings: ‘It's because of this morning, right? Don’t make fun of me.’

He huffed under his breath. He found the younger engineering student feeding that campus dog again and tried to ask him about how his exams went when the beast lunged at him. His heart leapt out of his throat as he rushed up to perch on top of a table, yelling at the younger man to take the dog away.

How embarrassing.

Cool boy: ‘Some people say the easiest way to get over your fear is to get into the mindset of whatever is making you afraid. I can help. If you want. If not, whatever.’

King licked his lips, rolling the idea over in his head. He didn’t know exactly what Ram was getting at, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to use the opportunity to spend time with the reserved man.

King of kings: ‘Fine, you can come to my room after school.’

Cool boy: ‘K. you should take a shower before I come.’

King’s brows furrowed in confusion, his lips pursing slightly as he read the last message over and over again.

King of kings: ‘Um..why? You better not bring any dogs to my house’

Cool boy: ‘just take a thorough shower and trust me. See you later.’

King hummed before he realized the conversation around him came to a halt. He looked up, eyes widening when he noticed his four friends had turned their eyes onto him.

“Ahhh, look who’s got his face stuck in his phone. Who you texting~?” Boss inquired, leaning over the table to get a peek. Mek shook his head and popped the smaller engineer upside his head to get him to stop while Bohn laughed from above King.

“Why are you asking? You should know already that it’s Deun’s friend. The weird mute one.” he said loudly, laughing when King slapped his thigh.

“He’s not mute. He just...doesn’t talk a lot to people he’s not comfortable with. Besides, for someone who hasn’t even gotten a kiss from his own boyfriend of three weeks, I wouldn’t be the one to talk about weird ones.”

Bohn sent him a sharp look, his brow twitching in annoyance while the rest of the table erupted into laughs.

“Whatever. He’s still weird.” He grumbled, sharply turning his head away from King while Boss’ eager chatter about some girls gently reset the atmosphere back to their usual comfortable normalcy.

King cast one last glance at his phone before he slid it into his pocket.

||Later||

The knock came to King’s door as he was drying his hair, post shower. He poked his head around the corner, pursing his lips before he looked at the digital clock, noticing it was already past 5:30pm. He shuffled out quickly, opening the door and greeting Ram as he stood on the other side of the door.

“Come in. I just got out of the shower. I’ll get dressed and then you can show me how you’re going to get me over my fear of dogs.” he peeked around the other boy’s frame.

“You didn’t bring a dog, did you? I’ll kick you right back out if you did.”

“I didn’t need to bring a dog.”

The sound of Ram’s voice still startled King from time to time. They had come a long way from the boy adamantly refusing to even look in his direction, to this point right here, but King took it in stride and crossed his arms over his wet chest.

“So how are you going to help me get over my fear?”

Ram motioned to the bag in his hand as he stepped inside, toeing off his shoes at the door.

“I told you. By getting you into the mindset of the thing you’re afraid of.”

King’s brows furrowed.

“So…?”

Ram rolled his eyes and pushed the older boy against one of the walls, ignoring his startled gasp as he pinned him with his palm at the left side of his head. King looked up at him, his breath catching at their proximity while Ram looked into his eyes.

“By treating you like one. Tonight, I’m going to get you over being afraid of dogs by treating you like mine.”

King had the sense to be at least slightly offended, putting his hand against Ram’s chest, but not fully pushing him off.

“Hey, are you crazy? I’m older than you, y’know. What kind of joke is this? Treating me like your dog? Have you lost your mind?”

“You’ve never heard of puppy play?”

King froze, his lips parting at the way Ram pushed himself closer, trapping his hand between them as he ghosted his lips against his damp neck.

“Should I explain it? You helped me with my exam notes, so I can help you understand this. That will make us even.” King exhaled slightly, feeling Ram’s lips against his pulse before the younger man looked up, their faces inches apart from one another.

“I’ll train you. Like a dog. Teach you to do tricks and obey my commands. Before I continue, we should be clear, it’s sexual.”

His heart was going to burst at this rate, it really was. King stared at him with wide eyes as Ram tilted his head.

“Do you want to try? If not, we can pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I want to try.” King didn’t recognize his own voice as he spoke, biting his lip at the way Ram’s lips curled up. The younger man hummed and pointed to his lips.

“Then we start simple. King, kiss.”

King lifted his head without hesitation, kissing him hungrily. He had spent many nights thinking about Ram’s lips against his own, sometimes with the promise of much, much more. Ram apparently felt the same as he kissed him back, growling against King’s lips as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, suckling it until the older engineer whimpered and parted them further, granting him access for a deeper kiss.

The two of them kissed desperately as King led them through the plant-filled dorm room. When they got to King’s room, Ram pushed him onto the bed, reaching into the bag he brought with him and pulling out a brand new collar with a leash in his other hand.

King stared at both items before he licked his lips, rolling to his stomach, the towel around his waist sliding off from the movement. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees, presenting his neck as he looked up at Ram.

“I didn’t even have to tell you. You might be better at this than you think.”

King swallowed thickly, blushing at the praise before he bowed his head down, letting Ram secure the collar around his neck. He watched his veiny hands adjust the collar until it was comfortable and not too tight before his chin was lifted.

He looked up into Ram’s eyes as the younger man unzipped his pants, pushing them down his ass and thighs, his cock springing free. King looked down, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as he unconsciously leaned forward, wanting a taste.

A hard yank to his hair drew a swear from his lips and he looked back up, finding Ram wiggling a finger at him, while his other hand remained firm in his hair.

“Bad puppy, King. I didn’t say you could do anything. You still need to be trained. Now, wait.” He fixed him with a stare before he unlaced his fingers from King’s silky hair, moving around to clip the leash onto the collar. He let it dangle down to the bed sheets before he went for the bag again, pulling out a bottle of lube, a headband with upright dog ears, and a plug with a bushy tail.

King flushed to his ears.

“I didn’t take you for such a pervert, Ram-ah!” He bucked up as Ram planted a firm slap to his ass. The pain immediately sent jolts of pleasure to his cock while Ram admired the red mark that adorned his tanned cheek from the first blow.

“I didn’t say speak. When that collar is on, you’re just my puppy. Don’t speak unless I tell you to, or if it’s too much and you want to stop. Our safeword can be ‘gear’, okay?” he looked into King’s eyes and the man nodded, still feeling his cock ache for attention between his legs. Ram hummed.

“Speak, I need to hear a confirmation. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, I’m okay with that.”

“Good boy. Oh, you can speak if it’s sounds a puppy should be making, naturally.” he grinned, settling the headband on King’s head. The older engineer hissed when the coldness of the lube slipped between the crack of his ass before Ram circled his hole with his thick fingers.

The boxer began to speak as he pushed his middle finger in.

“You’re a cute senior, King. I haven’t been interested in anyone in a very long time, but you’re so persistent and cute, you caught my attention. So don’t think I do this with just anyone.”

King wanted to take the time to dissect that little confession, but a low pitched mewl left his lips when Ram added another finger, scissoring them apart while he pet his head. The room fell into a comfortable near-silence after that, with the only sound being Ram’s quiet breathing, King’s shaky gasps, and the slick sound of Ram working two, then three fingers into him.

“Are you ready for the plug?”

King looked up at him and let out a small, hesitant bark. This still felt a bit weird-

All thoughts stalled in his head the moment he saw Ram’s eyes darken. He held his puppy’s gaze as he slowly removed is fingers, replacing them with the plug.

Now, King wasn’t a virgin by any means, but he hadn’t done something like this before, and the stretch of the plug drew a low whimper from his lips as he did his best not to use his words. Ram kissed his brow, mumbling praise against his head as he finally pushed the entire plug in.

“It’s okay. Good boy, King.”

King felt a shiver run up and down his spine as Ram kissed him again, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes before he sat down in front of him. He spread his legs and King couldn’t help the way his eyes went back to Ram’s veiny cock.

“When I say ‘shake’, I want your hands on my cock. When I say ‘fetch’, you give that mouth up to me.” Ram told him, peeling his shirt off so he was fully nude to match the other man. King ran his eyes over his tattoos before he looked up into Ram’s eyes. The mixed man’s lips quirked.

“Are you ready? Speak, King.”

“Y-yes, I’m ready.”

“Good boy. Grab a pillow. You must be aching. You can rut on a pillow all you want all during this next part. Consider it a treat for being a good boy so far.”

Something about the authoritative low tone in Ram’s voice made King sway his hips eagerly before he could catch himself, blushing at the way Ram chuckled.

“Look at that, already wagging your tail.”

King grabbed one of his pillows, setting it between his legs as he waited for Ram’s instructions. The younger man observed him before he looked down at his own cock, cherry red at the tip and begging to be touched.

“King, shake.”

King crawled up to him, resting his head on Ram’s thigh as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking him slowly. He kept his eyes on the mixed man’s dick, unconsciously licking his lips at the bead of precum that rolled out of the tip as he twisted his wrist every time he stroked upwards.

Ram growled beneath his breath, his hand on King’s shoulder as he watched him. He didn’t know the image of King on his knees for him giving him a handjob with a pair of doggy ears and a tail would get to him so easily, but here they were.

“Fuck...faster King.”

King looked up at him now, his eyes hooded with lust as he continued to stroke Ram’s cock. Ram moved his hand from King’s shoulder, motioning to his nipple as he let out barely restrained groans.

“Kiss.”

King rolled his tongue over the boxer’s nipple, grazing his teeth over it occasionally. Ram ran his hand through King’s hair, careful not to knock the ears off as he spoke once more, his cock aching for more.

“King, fetch.”

A glint sparked in King’s eyes as he lowered his head, his hot mouth engulfing Ram’s cock. The two men groaned as King bobbed his head, greedily lapping and slurping while he finally started to move his own hips, grinding his neglected cock against the long pillow between his legs, desperate for some form of friction. Ram watched him, thrusting up into King’s mouth shallowly as he licked his own lips.

“Such a needy puppy. Does this get you off? Being my good puppy?” he grabbed the leash, pulling it slightly so King could sink further down on his cock. King whimpered around him, nodding as he rolled his hips faster, his hands twitching before he fisted them into the sheets, closing his eyes as he swayed his hips left and right.

Ram pulled his lip between his teeth as he watched the senior engineer work his cock in and out of his mouth, his lips stretched obscenely around his length. Ram wrapped the leash firmly around his hand before he tugged on it once more.

“Why are you being so neat, puppy? I want it sloppy, can you do that?”

King looked up at him, a glint in his eye and his mouth stuffed before he flexed his fingers in the sheets in his hands. Ram noticed and hummed.

“Need something to do with those paws, pup? Let’s see if you’re good enough to do both tricks for me. Shake and fetch, King.”

King hummed and wrapped his hand around whatever didn’t fit in his mouth, keeping his eyes up on Ram as he slurped loudly, drooling over his cock as the blowjob got exceedingly more and more messy. Ram groaned and relaxed back on his palms, watching him with hooded eyes as he tilted his head, chuckling at the way King rutted and humped the pillow between his thighs.

King rolled his tongue over the tip of Ram’s cock before the younger man began to speak above him again, his voice rough with arousal.

“You’re good at this, puppy. Have you done this before?”

Ram pulled King up by a handful of his silken hair and without a second thought, King whimpered at the loss of the younger engineer’s cock in his mouth. He looked up at Ram, his lips slick with spit before a small, undeniable sound left his lips.

A bark.

Ram held his gaze, licking his lips before he moved his hand to the leash, tugging King forward until they were brushing noses.

“Have you sucked anyone’s cock before, King? Speak.”

King’s eyes scanned his face before he shook his head, his cheeks tinted slightly as he looked away.

“I haven’t. I’ve practiced on toys before.”

Something about being the one and only man King has had those lips around sparked something possessive in Ram as he licked his lips. King followed the motion with his eyes before he looked back up, silently begging for permission.

Ram nodded.

“King, kiss.”

King all but dove for him, kissing him hungrily as he crawled into his lap, placing his hands on Ram’s shoulders as he rolled his hips down, sliding their cocks together. Ram didn’t stop him, holding his hips as King slid their cocks against each other, his tongue working through Ram’s mouth. They broke it when they needed air, with King panting as he placed his forehead on Ram’s shoulder, still whimpering and rutting against him.

“F-fuck. King, are you ready for the next command?” Ram growled against his hair, looking down at the engineer. King nodded, pressing wet kisses and small licks to Ram’s tattooed shoulder as he waited for the next command.

Ram ran a calloused hand down the curve of King’s spine and ass before he grabbed the end of the plug, lightly pulling it out of King while he kissed him. He ignored the whine of protest that came from him and set the plug aside.

“Don’t whine baby. There’s something else in store for you. I’m going to teach you how to sit. I’m sure you know what I mean, yes?” He hummed, caressing King’s cheek before he pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Stay right there in my lap and sit on my cock, puppy.”

King whimpered, placing his thighs at either side of Ram’s before he held onto his shoulders tight, looking him in the eyes. Ram looked up at him before he held up his own cock, the tip pressed against King’s ass. King reached back with one of his hands before nodding at him, waiting.

“King?”

King tilted his head. Ram stole a kiss from him.

“Sit, boy.”

King let himself sink, his eyes rolling back as he finally felt Ram’s girthy cock stretch him deliciously. His lips parted as a low whimper left them. He had toys, yes. He’d used them and his fingers plenty of times before, but they paled in comparison to Ram, and the thought of finally having the object of his affections stuff him like he had dreamt about all those nights this past month, nearly made King cum right there.

He held his composure, seating himself fully on Ram’s cock, panting against his neck as he felt his hole spasm, clenching and unclenching around Ram’s dick as he adjusted to it. Ram didn’t rush him, his veiny hands rubbing soothing circles against his hips as he breathed harshly through his nose.

He didn’t expect King to do so well with the training so quickly.

A quiet yip caught his attention as King ducked his head down, barking lightly. Ram’s lips quirked as he sunk back into his trainer role, holding onto King’s hips as he purred sweet nothings into his ear.

“Aw, what was that? A little yip? Does my puppy feel good? Do you like being stretched around my cock?” Ram cupped his ass and lifted him lightly before dropping him back down on his cock, drawing a loud moan from both of them. King took the cue to start riding him, squeezing his shoulders as he rode him, closing his eyes to focus on the pleasure.

Ram kept his own eyes open, watching the beautiful image of King riding him so he could store it in his memory. The older man’s mouth was parted, his tongue slightly poking out from the corner of his lips as he bounced on Ram’s cock, his back arched ever so slightly. Ram focused on the small chocolate drops known as his nipples and he couldn’t help himself, leaning forward to take one of King’s nipples into his mouth.

King squirmed in his lap, running a hand through Ram’s damp hair as he rolled his hips, his cock bobbing between their stomachs as he bounced faster, losing himself in the feeling of Ram’s length stretching him to his limit. Ram laid himself down fully, letting King take over full control as he rode him, small yips and keens mixing in with his moaning. Sweat rolled down his temple as he placed his palms on Ram’s chest, his thighs rippling every time he came down.

“F-fuck, look at my puppy, drooling all over himself. Do you like it? Is this just what my puppy needed?” Ram pulled at the leash just so there was enough tension in it to keep King from moving his head around too much. He nodded jerkily, his eyelids fluttering.

“King, s-speak.”

“Your c-cock feels so good. I c-can’t hold on for m-much longer.” he bowed his head down, his bangs cascading down and covering his eyes as he rolled his hips shakily, moaning Ram’s name like a mantra.

“R-Ram, Ram, Ram...F-fuck, tell me...t-tell me I can cum. Wanna be g-good...wanna be your good boy…”

Ram’s eyes darkened as he slapped King’s ass, grinding him down firmly onto his cock.

“King, cum for me. Be my good boy and show me.” He ordered, reaching up with his free hand to stroke King’s neglected and weeping cock. King shivered in his grip, his tempo stuttering as he chased his release, rolling and grinding himself back and forth on Ram’s cock as more wanton mewls and moans fell from his lips. Ram thumbed the weeping head of his cock, tilting his head up as he watched him closely, smiling in delight at the way King began to tremble above him.

A few good strokes, well placed thrusts, and growls for him to ‘cum for me like a good pup’ and Ram had King falling over the edge, his eyes closing tight as he came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum rolling down Ram’s fist as he milked him dry.

King’s hips never stopped as he bore over Ram, his brows pinched together as he whimpered and panted, peppering Ram’s face in kisses. Ram angled his jaw up, kissing him deeply before he snapped his hips up, groaning against King’s swollen lips as he filled him with every powerful thrust.

When they finally stilled, King was out of breath, panting against Ram’s neck as the younger man pet his head, gently rubbing circles into his back as he let him catch his breath. When King lifted his head, Ram smiled and rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip.

“You did so good. Good boy, King.”

Flustered, King hit him with a pillow.

Ram laughed and pulled him in for a slow kiss, enjoying the setting sun in the older engineer’s room.

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marmolita · 4 years ago

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50 questions meme

I was tagged by @caixxa!

what is the color of your hairbrush? I have curly hair so I only use wide-toothed combs, not brushes. My comb is black, though.

name a food you never eat: pickles (like dill pickles, as opposed to other pickled vegetables)

are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

what were you doing 45 mins ago? rewatching Hannibal

what’s your favorite candy bar? Twix

have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes

what is the last thing you said out loud? ......I have no idea. “Thanks,” probably, because Mr. Lita brought me a glass of wine?

what is your favorite ice cream? mint chip

what was the last thing you had to drink? white wine (an unoaked chardonnay)

do you like your wallet? yeah it’s got a gorilla on it and my mom gave it to me

what is the last thing you ate? aged gouda

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

what’s the last sporting event you watched? the stanley cup final game 6 😭

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? plain I guess? idk, I like caramel corn a lot, like, Harry and David’s moose munch

who is the last person you sent a text message to? depending if you define this as actual text message or like, messaging app message it’s different. Actual text message: my sister-in-law. Messaging app message: @misswonderheart

ever go camping? yup

do you take vitamins? yeah I take vitamin D every day per my dermatologist’s orders

do you regularly attend a place of worship? absolutely not

do you have a tan? nope

do you prefer chinese or pizza? I like both

do you drink your soda through a straw? the only time I really drink soda is from fast food places so yes, generally? but not like, necessarily, if I have it in another container I won’t

what color socks do you usually wear? white

do you ever drive above the speed limit? I almost always drive 5 over, sometimes more, but not usually more than 10 over

what terrifies you? the idea that tr*mp might become a literal dictator

look to your left, what do you see? my phone, TV remotes, empty wine glass, two painted rocks with strings wrapped around them, a toy car, chapstick, a hair bow, a scrap of paper, three coasters, and three framed photos of my family

what chore do you hate most? cleaning the bathroom

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? ....that there are people who live in australia? idk

what’s your favorite soda? sprite

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? depends if I’m more in a hurry or more concerned that I won’t be able to decide what I want in the time I need to in the drive thru, but lately, drive thru only

what’s your favorite number? 7

who’s the last person you talked to? my husband, if we’re talking in person

favorite cut of beef? sirloin

last song you listened to? Sufjan Stevens - Prairie Fire That Wanders About

last book you read? oh god I haven’t read anything but fanfic in ages, I have no idea

favorite day of the week? Saturday? I guess?

can you say the alphabet backwards? probably not, idk?

how do you like your coffee? I don’t, unless it’s in some kind of starbucks style concoction that’s mostly sugar and cream with a little coffee flavoring and also decaf. Well okay my favorite way to have coffee? coffee ice cream.

favorite pair of shoes? I guess my running shoes that I wear all the time every day

time you normally get up? between 6-7

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets I guess

how many blankets on your bed? two thin ones

describe your kitchen plates: plain white ones that my husband got from his mom when he moved out on his own, and then one broke so he wrote to the company for a replacement and they sent him a whole second set of dishes. Also the “dinner” plates are fucking enormous so we just always eat off the “salad” plates.

describe your kitchen at the moment: a disaster area

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? not specifically, I like a lot of different drinks

do you play cards? not really, unless you count playing Uno with my kids

what color is your car? silver

can you change a tire? in theory maybe, like, I’ve never done it but I’m good at mechanical things so I’m confident I could figure it out

your favorite state? probably California, where I grew up

favorite job you’ve had? the one I have now, but like, before I went into management

i tag: omg idek, this is a lot of stuff, whoever wants to do it I guess! tag me back so I can see your answers!

#lita talks about herself

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nomimits7 · 5 years ago

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Dance with me | JJK

Title: Dance with me

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature

Genre: Yandere-ish? I honestly have no clue. Collage AU? Dance Major Reader, dance reader Jungkook

Warnings: Fainting is kind of described. A bit of cursing. Jungkook being a switch between personalities. Slight Yandere themed. My first attempt at smut, be nice. Unprotected sex, fingering. It sounds forced but its not. It starts one way, takes a turn south and ends up north… idk it’s a mess

Summary: You never told him, and probably never will, but you idolized him. He was the perfect dancer. The top dog in all categories. You wanted his approval or acknowledgement for your had work, instead you only received playful remarks and not the good kind. He constantly teased you about your dancing skills and background. This did not help your toxic addiction one bit. Instead it only worsened it.

A/N: This is trash and a bad attempt at writing. FIRST SMUT ATTEMPT so be nice... There yah go @toanimeornot as promised ... enjoy <3

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Being a dance major has its challenges. First challenge that quickly got you a reputation among your peers, was the fact that you had little to no background in the field of dancing. As weird as it sounds, you still managed to slide your way into the academy of arts.

Your second challenge came in the form of one particular senior named Jungkook. Even if he was only one year older than you, he made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell. And of course, the bitch karma had it in for you and had to make him look like a living Greek god. This little fact and the fact that he was one of the top dancers did NOT count in your favour at all.

At first, you welcomed the challenge of proofing to everyone your worth. It made you work extra hard and the reward was always sweet. But the energy you use to drive yourself soon turned toxic. You began losing sight of yourself. You began pushing the limits of your own body. Your normal, or rather recommended 5 hours of dance practice a day, turned into 9 hours. Your recommended 6 meals a day quickly turned into just 2 forced meals. You became obsessed with the idea of proofing yourself to everyone around you. Especially Jungkook for reasons unbeknownst to you.

You never told him, and probably never will, but you idolized him. He was the perfect dancer. The top dog in all categories. You wanted his approval or acknowledgement for your had work, instead you only received playful remarks and not the good kind. He constantly teased you about your dancing skills and background. This did not help your toxic addiction one bit. Instead it only worsened it.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘wanna be’ dancer Y/N!” his voice came flying across the studio, almost making your ears bleed with the amount of confidence his voice possessed. For such angelic boyish voice, it sure as hell wasn’t your favourite thing to hear as of late.

Normally you would have a string of comebacks lined up, carefully picked out just for him. But your whole body has turned against you, and it didn’t help that you suffered from fatigue due to your abnormal and ridiculous practice schedule. You weren’t sleeping like you use to, and you recently acquired a fever of some sorts. You couldn’t even get out of bed this morning and you have been living on caffeine for the past 3 hours just to remain awake.

“Not today Jeon.” You gritted out through a clenched jaw, to tired to even turn around and face your predator head on.

“Aw, are we in a bad mood?” He asked slowly walking towards you. Even though his voice was dripping with sarcasm, his eyes slowly took in your form, immediately noticing the weakness that seem to drip off you. His eyes quickly went from ‘playful predator stalking its toy/meal’ to concern. He could see the dark circles under your eyes which you had carefully hidden with foundation. He saw the slow steps your feet took. He saw the way your body was hunched over, clearly warn out. But what made his blood run cold was the lack of colour to your skin. Your beautifully tanned skin he always sneaked glances at before you started wearing long sleeves, now took on a porcelain white.

Even though he was concerned he knew better than to ask you about it. He loved seeing you mad, but only at his teasing and not at him directly. That fire in your eyes he loved dearly and that only he could light wasn’t present, so he decided to try and relight your spirit with the only way he knew. Teasing.

“Jungkook please. I’m not in the mood for you today.” You said placing your practice bag down. As you did so, your legs gave out momentarily. Jungkook quickly moved to catch you and before you knew it you were safely in his arms as his doe eyes stared down at you. Those same eyes you adored from afar, held a message you couldn’t comprehend.

His eyes went wide as he looked at you from a closer perspective. Your one glass blue eyes were truly lifeless, your skin, your beautiful skin nearly grey from lack of nutrients. Before you could see his facial expression, your instructor came into the studio. You quickly pushed Jungkook’s chest, desperately trying to get out of his supporting hands and away from his burning skin, and surprisingly, he backed off.

You quickly took of your jacket and tied your hair. You could feel his eyes on you, yet you chose to ignore it. Rather you tried to ignore it, until you turned around and was meet with his doe-like eyes filled with concern, which was a first for Jungkook. You were just about to say something, like a big old ‘What’ when your instructors voice drew your attention away from Jungkook and towards the centre of the studio.

Not to long after, you lost yourself in the world of dancing. Your body moving on pure instinct as you followed the moves the instructor gave. The choreography was supposedly next level shit, yet you quickly fell into step with the instructor, making it seem effortless. Everyone noticed the way you moved. The way you could do moves they couldn’t. How you, the one with no dancing background, could do something they couldn’t. Of course, Jungkook was part of the few that could keep up, yet his eyes were solely on you. Naturally he followed along with he moves even more easily that you, but he to couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not because you moved like a pro, but he watched your body for any sign of danger, you know, just in case. The fact that you moved so fluently was an added bonus, a bonus he surely wouldn’t forget.

You were a good 2 hours into practice when your body decided it had enough. Everything around you became blurry as your world began to spin at full speed. Your body swaying as your consciousness slowly slipped from your grasp and your energy left your limbs. Black spots formed in your vision as you heard someone call out your name, was that concern in their voice? The music stopped abruptly just as you began falling, falling, failing toward the ground.

Jungkook, who has been watching you like a hawk, saw the exact moment your body gave up. In second he had called out your name as he nearly printed towards you to catch you before you hit the ground. He swiftly gripped your waist just before you could hit the hard and waiting dance floor. He quickly lifted you of your feet, bridal style, and took you to an isolated part of the studio, close to his bag. Slowly and carefully, as if you were indeed a fragile porcelain doll, he laid you down with your head resting on his bag.

You looked as soft as ever lying there before him. He felt the sudden need to protect you at all costs, even if it meant from yourself. Hoseok, a.k.a. your instructor and a very good friend of Jungkook, quickly made his way over to you. Carefully, he double checked your pulse while Jungkook made work of taking your temperature.

“Hoseok, can we look at the log times? I think she might have gone to far.” Hoseok nodded as he went to fetch the requested documents and dismissing the rest of the student to an early lunch. Jungkook quickly took out his towel and water bottle, dampening the cloth and placing it on your forehead in an effort to break your fever.

After making sure you were indeed okay, he started searching for anything of nutrient value. You needed to get food into your body. Finding an energy bar along with one of those energy booster thingies people who gym uses, not that he uses them often, he settled besides you.

Hoseok came back soon after. His face was serious as he handed the papers to Jungkook. Jungkook took the papers from him and began scanning through them. His face soon took on the exact same seriousness as Hoseok.

“She practiced up to 9 hours a day. 9-fucking-hours-a-day. I know that it sounds fantastic and all, but the human body isn’t built to handle so much consecutive practise daily. She took no breaks in those extra 3 hours of practise. I want to see her food logbook as soon as possible.” Hoseok said. His voice firm yet filled with concern.

“Yes sir. I’ll have a look in her bag just now.” Jungkook said, giving Hoseok a small salute. Hoseok nodded and left after making sure Jungkook knew what to do, and if he was okay with taking care of you until you came to.

After Hoseok left, Jungkook made quick work of finding you logbook. Even if he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the contents of the cursed book. What he found nearly made him faint as well. For the entire week, you managed to fill one and a half pages worth of writing, not sentences but short lists of food you have consumed. You even had a few days missing and that concerned him the most.

You needed to regain consciousness as soon as possible. He slowly took the energy sachet thingie and emptied it into your mouth. He then proceeded to dab your face with the damp towel. He gently repeated this process until you started to stir.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was the lack of music playing. Which was odd considering you were still in the studio. The second thing you noticed was the doe eyed boy sitting next to you, dabbing your face with something cool. Your first instinct was to sit up but a firm hand on your shoulder stopped you as soon as Jungkook noticed your intend.

“There is no way in hell you’re going anywhere before we haven’t clarified a few things. Here, eat up.” Jungkook said shoving the energy bar into your hands. His demanding tone something you weren’t quiet used to, but you sure wouldn’t mind hearing it more. You where just about to protest when the door opened and Hoseok came into view.

“Y/N? Hey, you with us?” Hoseok asked as he made his way over to where you were till lying. You simply groaned in response, somehow knowing what was coming. Hoseok sat down next to Jungkook as both their faces were unreadable. The two males patiently waited for you to finish your energy bar. Once you were done, their faces changed to disappointment. You shrunk back into yourself as their gazes grew in intensity as the seconds ticked by. This was the exact opposite of what you were so desperately trying to achieve.

“Y/N” Hoseok sighed. “Why do you train so hard? You of all people should know that the human body has limits. Yours especially because you have a limited background on dancing.”

“The better question would be why your food log is so empty. I hope you just forgot to enter your meals.” Jungkook asked. His voice was laced with a little bit more venom than usual. It made you flinch slightly as you felt Hoseok’s disapproving eyes on you. Yet, all you could do was stare at the ground. How do you explain why you did it? They’ll never understand, how could they? They had it easy from the start.

A sigh left Hoseok’s mouth as he stood up. “You’re sitting the rest of the practice out. I also want a weekly report on your food intake. Oh, and I forbid you from practicing longer than 6 hours a day. Jungkook will monitor you. I do believe the both of you stay in the same apartment building?” Hoseok asked as he looked down on you.

You could only shake your head in confirmation as the weight of his words sank in. This was bad. How are you going to prove yourself with less time to practice? You needed those hours. Hoseok returned to the front of the class as the rest of the students re-entered the studio. Tears slowly made their way down your cheeks as you felt like the world biggest failure.

“Hey, don’t be upset with him, he cares for you. We both do actually, we only want to help you. We both see what you’re doing to yourself and its not healthy Y/N. You’re a good dancer, I don’t know if you noticed but your one of the best female dancers here! No one else could keep up and that says a lot. Come sit in front of the class and watch. I’ll help you later to practice. How does that sound?” Jungkook said.

You kind of forgot he was there. But you were more surprised at what he said to you. His words were filled with sincerity and for some reason it made you happy. What caught you off guard was the little confession that he cares about you, and the fact that he’s willing to help you practise.

So that’s how you found yourself in front of the class, eyes big and mouth slightly open. They have been dancing for about 30 minutes and with your luck, Jungkook was right in front of you. It all started out simple and somewhat normal, but Jungkook soon noticed your eyes not leaving his form and boy, did he take advantage of that. His body moved with purpose as he hit every trust with such power it made you scared for his limbs. His movements were sin reincarnated, his facial expressions even more so. But his little tongue licks he occasionally did and the fact that his eyes held you captive was the cherry on the cupcake.

You knew he was doing this on purpose. The smirk that grazed his lips as he made eye contact was a clear indication that he knew what he was doing. Hopefully he couldn’t see what he actually did to you. Your body has immediately reacted to his. As tired as you are, you where just as horny.

Let’s face it, you obviously had a crush on the one person in the studio who always gave you beef about your skills. The one person who always made sure to let you know he’s watching your every move. You’re now more convinced than ever that he in fact didn’t watch you for mistakes, but he watched you for, well you.

Jungkook’s a smart boy, he knew what he was doing and clearly, he knows what he’s doing know. He wants you to see him, and he’s enjoying every second of this.

Practise ended not to long after and Jungkook made quick work of packing his bags to help you stand, taking your bag in the process. To your surprise no comment was made on what had just happened in that practise room only moments ago, but the smirk was ever present.

“You know, you don’t have to take care of me. I can do that on my own. Besides, Hoseok isn’t watching anymore so you can stop pretending.” You said as you slowly made your way out of the building and headed towards your apartment building.

“Pretending? Wait you think I’m pretending?” Jungkook said as he suddenly stopped making you lose your balance for a few seconds. Of course, he was right there next to you to catch you.

“Whoa, easy tiger. I’m not pretending Y/N. Yes, I might have acted like a jerk, but I only did that because I witnessed first-hand what you do with criticism. It pushed you to become better, but clearly I went to far.” Jungkook said as he looked down. “Besides, I hate competition and guess who’s my biggest rival at the moment” He said as his eyes met yours.

“No, no. Don’t feel ashamed Jungkook. You didn’t push me to neglect myself… wait, what?” You said as his word caught up to you. He saw you as competition. You? The one with no dance background whatsoever?

Before you could properly respond, Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your apartment building. And just as sudden as he grabbed you, his whole demeanour changed. Right in front of your eyes the doe-eyed boy changed into the dance major you saw that one faithful day. The exact day you decided to enrol into the dance academy.

His eyes were calculating and confident, they held a certain message you didn’t quiet catch. His body radiated with dominance as his hand tightened around yours. Before long, you reached your apartment building. To say you were slightly scared would be a lie, you were terrified. This is not the same boy you saw day in and day out, laughing and being all shy around girls, well all girls except you. This person was someone you have only seen once. And that scared you. Deep down you knew that this boy, rather man, in front of you were unpredictable. That much you could tell purely by the way he switched between personalities.

Perhaps you should be clearer on that statement. Jungkook had three personalities you knew of. The cute, shy, doe-eyed boy every girl wished to have. The confident dance major that knew exactly what movements to emphasize to make even men swoon over him. And lastly the overconfident senior with a way to big ego for his own good. The last one being the most prominent personality you saw.

But this, this was something different. Like a sick mix of all three of his personalities. Jungkook’s hand tugging on your wrist pulled you back to reality as you soon realized you’ve made it to your apartment door. With hesitant fingers you unlock your door to let the two of you in.

“Why don’t you go take a shower or a long bath and I’ll order us some food.” Jungkook said as he placed your bag next to your door.

“That won’t be necessary Jeon. Besides, don’t you also want to shower and relax rather than looking after me were I can clearly do it by myself.” You said as you made to push him towards your door, but the look he was giving you made you stop dead in your track.

“Y/N, my apartment is literally right across from yours. Of course, I’m going to take a shower, but I’m going to make sure you aren’t going to pull that ‘No-eating’ crap again. So, you have two options here. Either you take a shower here and relax and I come to you, or you come over as soon as you are done. BUT we are going to eat together. Got it?” Jungkook said, punctuating his last two words with two steps towards you.

With a simple nod of your head he left, leaving you alone to let his words sink in.

One shower and three pep-talks later, you found yourself outside his apartment door. When you came out of the bathroom after a well needed 30-minute shower you found, to your surprise that Jungkook hasn’t returned yet. So, you decided to go over to his apartment, bonus being you won’t be stuck with any dirty dishes.

Deciding against knocking you silently entered his apartment. His layout was similar to your apartment, but his taste was the polar opposite of yours. Jungkook’s apartment was darker themed. Come to think about it, his apartment was the polar opposite of him, if you were honest. His furniture was black his carpets dark brown. Everything just looked so expensive it left you feeling cheap just standing there.

“Well, looks who finally decided to be obedient for a change. The food will be here shortly, please make yourself at home.” Jungkook said as he dried his hair. His dripping wet hair. How soft would they be? Maybe he likes it when someone pulls- wait what?

Startled by your own thoughts you took a seat on the farthest end of one of his couches. It was silent for a while as Jungkook observed you. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you in his arms. He knew you saw him as a soft doe-eyed boy and perhaps as a jerk to, but he was determined to change your mind. He became obsessed with the girl who had a point to prove. He can’t really say there was a specific time or place his obsession became toxic he just woke up one day and yearned for your touch. He was consumed by the idea of your skin on his.

He knew he was screwed when you did in fact touch him one day. It wasn’t a friendly touch, more of a not-so-friendly shove with your shoulder as you passed him, but it was more than enough to encourage his need to grow. So, from there on he did anything he could to provoke a touch out of you.

But today things changed. You fell, not for him but you fell, and he was the one to catch you.

It made his heart swell with pride and greed as he held you close to his body. The icing on the cake was when Hoseok requested that he take care of you, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go by. He’s been waiting far to long to claim you to screw this up. He was aware his obsession over you was toxic, but no one needs to know that.

Jungkook was always the master of masks. He always played the innocent boy when it came to upholding his image. The only time he would let that mask slip was during his dancing. He knew exactly what he was doing after all. He didn’t mean to become obsessed with you. He was supposed to be the soft boy everyone knew.

Looking over to you, he decided to approach this as ‘normal’ as possible. Tonight, he’ll make you his, no matter what.

“I don’t know what type of movies you’re into, but I do have some pretty good horror films. I thought we might watch a movie or two to help us relax. Besides we don’t have practise tomorrow so we can stay up a bit later than normal.” Jungkook said as he went over to his small movie collection.

“Oh, I haven’t watched a horror film in so long. But I do warn you, I don’t get scared easily. These days horror movies are so bad they make me laugh.” You said as n giggle escaped you. Maybe this is exactly what you need.

Soon after Jungkook chose a film you haven’t seen, or heard of before, the food arrived. Jungkook insisted on eating before the movie began, claiming you’ll thank him later. To your surprise you finished all your food, sweat and sour chicken with noodles and dumplings, fried veggies and you even had a bite or two from Jungkook’s hotpot and fried rice. Jungkook went all out in buying your favourite foods, which kind off surprised you considering you never ate together. Must have been a coincidence.

Settling on the couch, you gratefully except the coffee Jungkook has made you. With one last glance, Jungkook smiles and hit play on the screen.

At first the movie isn’t that bad. One or two jump scares here and there, a lot of screaming and some blood. You’re a good 20 minutes into the movie when the real horror began. The movie took a complete 180-degree turn, demons and paranormal activity can’t even compare to what you were seeing. The movie was shot in a home video style, and suddenly the screams didn’t seem so fake.

“J-Jungkook, can I plea- AAHH” You were just about to ask to go home when another jump scare popped out of nowhere. Without thinking you grabbed Jungkook’s arm for some sort of stability. Jungkook immediately tensed at the sudden contact making you realize the mistake you just made.

Just when you wanted to let go, Jungkook grabbed both your arms, spun you around and pinned you to the couch. Hovering above you, he stared straight into your eyes as one of his hands made its way up to your throat, squeezing slightly.

“You know, I would rather prefer to hear you scream like that when you’re underneath me, and when it’s me making you scream.” He said in a very serious tone. Slowly he started closing the gap between your lips until his were barely touching yours. Again, without thinking you leaned into the kiss, deepening it.

Smiling, Jungkook trailed kissed along your jaw toward your ear.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He whispered as he bit your ear, earning a desperate whine from you. You had no idea what was happening, all you knew was that you didn’t want this to stop. Even if Jungkook wasn’t the same shy boy you though he was, you somehow felt a sense of security in his arms. Your whining turned desperate as Jungkook continued to assault your ear with his teeth.

Smirking, Jungkook started trailing kisses down your neck. Increasing the pressure of his lips, he soon found the spot that had you squirming and making all kinds of noises as he began to harshly attack your neck, repeatedly. He became desperate to leave his mark all over you, to finally claim you as his.

“J-Jungkook, what are you doing? Don’t leave- Aahh- Don’t leave m-marks” You said as your squirming increased with every new attack. These words made Jungkook stop. Slowly lifting his head, he once again pinned you with his eyes. The same doe-eyes that now held a possessiveness that had your heartrate slightly increasing.

“I’m sorry darling, but you have no say in what I can and cannot do. Tonight, I’m taking what’s mine” crashing his lips to yours, his hands started rooming your body. Without much hesitation, Jungkook took the seam of your shirt and started pulling it up and over your head. Disposing the piece of clothing as if it was trash, Jungkook was pleased to find your chest bare before him.

“Ooh, naughty girl. Walking around without so much as a bra on, and that to in another man’s home. It’s like you wanted this to happen. No worries baby, I’ll make it happen.” He said taking one of your breasts into his mouth. Sucking and biting your nipple, he couldn’t help but groan at the obscure noises you were making. He continued his ministrations, alternating between each breast, until both were dripping with his saliva and your nipples were standing erected.

A pressure you haven’t felt in a very long time started building in your lower abdomen. It was a somewhat foreign feeling, the way it increased like a speeding bullet, yet still not fast enough. Being the pure flower you were, you only ever knew the feeling by the works of your own hands. This time the feeling was stronger, faster and to a certain extend even painful.

Moving back up to your neck, Jungkook made sure to press his prominent bulge to your pelvis, making you groan as the feeling increased. Once again, he attacked your neck, biting and sucking at the same time until your one side was almost completely covered in red marks.

“Take these off, now” he growled as he bunched up your shorts. Jungkook sat up as he took his own shirt of, watching you as you sat still, frozen in place.

“Darling, don’t make me repeat myself.” He said as his gaze landed on your bare chest.

“I- I haven’t d-done this before” you shakily whispered, shrinking in on yourself as his face fell slightly. Realization dawned onto his face as his eyes found yours. The same doe-eyed boy from before sat across from you as his eyes lit up slightly.

“You haven’t been touched by a man? Intimately, I mean?” he asked. At your confirmation, Jungkook slowly crept towards you. Once again, he was pinning you to the couch, a sly smile present on his face as he gazed down at you.

“Good girl. I will make sure I’m your first and last. No other man is worthy of you, baby. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can guarantee you, this won’t be our last round tonight.” Jungkook said as his head lowered back to your neck.

Nodding, you felt his hands descending down your body towards your front. Painfully slow he pulled your pants down your legs, leaving it forgotten somewhere on the floor. As light as a feather his hands trailed back up your legs, stopping at your knees.

“Let’s claim what’s mine, shall we?” Jungkook said as he parted your legs.

“I want to hear every single sound baby? You won’t keep quiet, I want everyone to know that your mine” He said as he lowered his head to your clothed pelvis. Slowly he trailed kisses along the seems of your panties, until finally kissing right on top of your clit.

You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your mouth as the pressure in your abdomen increased again. Jungkook continued to kiss you gently over your panties until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jeon, please. I n-need more” You said as your hands fisted his hair. This gentleness he was showing you was soon forgotten as Jungkook sat up and, literally ripped your panties of off your body. before you could even think of protesting his mouth was back on your mound. This time there were no kisses, he flat out went straight to sucking and nibbling on your sensitive bud.

The most erotic feeling entered your limbs at this new feeling Jungkook has caused. Your body wasn’t yours to control anymore as your legs moved on their own at every single nip or suck, he would administer. You could get addicted to this feeling. Another set of moans left your throat as he added his tongue to the mix.

Yes, addicted you could get.

Without much warning, Jungkook inserted a finger into you. The feeling was foreign and sudden, leading you to gasp as he moved it without warning. Smiling Jungkook came back up to your lips. Drowning you in his lips as he slowly added a second digit. The stretch burned as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, smirking at the noises you were making.

Soon the burn was replaced with the same pressure from earlier, building at a steady pace until your walls started contracting around Jungkook’s fingers.

“Let’s see that pretty face as you come undone sweetheart” he said as he increased the pace at which his fingers were going. Not long after that your vision went white as the pressure finally exploded within you. You felt like you were floating as pure bliss entered your system.

“There’s the beautiful dancer that intoxicated me” Jungkook said with triumph. Adding a third finger to your sensitive body had reality crashing down around you.

“P-please, n-no more.” You whined. The all to familiar pressure resurfacing as Jungkook ignored your request.

“I don’t think so. I want to see that face again when you come undone when I’m inside you” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers. Pulling down his sweatpants he slowly stroked himself as he looked at you. With big eyes you watched his hand work up and down his shaft.

“This is going to hurt love, but I know you can take it” He said as he aligned himself with your entrance. Without waiting for a response, he pushed himself into you. Successfully stretching you around him as he bottoms out. The feeling of being full consumes you as Jungkook waits for you to open your eyes.

“Look at me darling, tell me you don’t want this. Stop me from going further, once I start there’s no turning back. You’ll be mine and mine alone. Y/N, please tell me to stop” Jungkook pleaded as he held onto the last bit of his resolve he had.

“Make me yours” This was all he needed to hear out of your mouth to begin thrusting. He didn’t start slow, he wasn’t gentle, but he was possessive.

With each thrust he gave his grip on you tightened. His eyes never left yours as tears streamed down your face. He made no move to wipe them away, he wanted to see you cry.

Jungkook soon realized his thrusting wasn’t making you cry as he longed for. Picking up his pace he pushed your legs up to your chest, going even deep than before. This seem to do the trick, your moans turned into screams as his pace became brutal.

“That’s it baby, scream for me. Let everyone know who owns you. You’re mine now” Jungkook said. His one hand moving down towards your clit and the other finding its way to your throat. The added stimulation on your clit and slight pressure around your neck was enough to send you over the edge once more.

“J-Jungkook!” this was all word that you managed to say as your orgasm hit you. This one being stronger than the previous one. Soon after your walls started contracting around him, Jungkook’s own walls broke. With a growl of your name he painted your walls in white as his thrusts slowed down.

“You’re mine now Y/N, Mine” Jungkook whispered as he came down from his high.

After Jungkook helped you clean up, the end credits off the movie came into view. A light chuckle escaped you as you realized that you missed the last half of the movie.

“Seems like I’ll have to watch the movie another time” You said as you made ready to leave, only to be stopped as a hand pulled you back into a hard chest.

“Hang on, I’m not done with you yet. Besides, I have a lot of other movies I would like to show you Baby” Jungkook said as his hands dipped underneath your shirt. Turning in his arms, his hands slipped down to your waist. Slowly he started swaying you side-to-side.

“Before we do that” Jungkook said as he brought his lips closer.

“Dance with me, Y/N” He whispered before kissing you.

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AGAIN THIS IS UNEDITED! I hope you enjoyed it though....

#nomimits stuff #Dance with me #bts #Jeon Jungkook #jungkook x reader #is this a drabble?#I honestly dont know

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