#insane how my laptop immediately started fucking up the display THE MOMENT i made this guy a love interest

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

something tells me the universe doesn't like me playing this game and especially not pursuing the little freak

color corrected version below vv

[ginanosakka]

I Hate it Here

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We Were Kids | Next

Moving you into Katsuki’s apartment across town took mere minutes, but everyday you spent there felt like years that you’d never get back. Everything felt too big and nostalgic, and the only thing grounding you to keep you from a panic attack, was Ryu being himself despite being pulled from school and transitioning to home school. He was just happy to be around his father all the time, immediately bombarding him with questions about his day the moment that he stepped through the door.

It wasn’t news that Katsuki wasn’t fond of comforting people, and the thought of him begging for forgiveness was laughable — but that brick wall you put up the moment you stepped through his threshold for the second time was driving him insane. When he was around, you were somewhere else in the house on the phone, or on the laptop you purchased and had shipped to his home as soon as possible. On the rare occasion he did see you for more than a few seconds, you looked drained of life. . and scared.

You were tough even when you two were young — the constant picking at you being quirkless might have made you think he thought otherwise, and he wondered if that contributed to your hardened shell now — but there was the rare occasion when something would break through your tough skin.

And it was always your father that did it.

Katsuki practiced his jabs that he tried out in training with Kirishima on the air, trying to make sure every moment was precise to recreate the amount of damage he dealt everytime. You had tagged along after phoning him and asking what he was doing, receiving the usual ‘I’m training and don’t give a shit if you come or not’ that you always took as a very hostile ‘yes’.

Usually, you’d make small noises of approval as he trained, and after yelling about you messing up his concentration but only getting a tongue stuck out at him in response, he had grown use to your annoying presence. Which is why he stole glances at you today when you were completely silent, and he found himself curious about why you didn’t even look at him as he trained. Bakugou was more aware of your every moment than you’d ever know, and he wanted it to stay that way, so he continued to only steal glances instead of confronting you.

“My dad didn’t tell me happy birthday.” There it was. The moment you’d break the silence and spill your guts to him with no coaxing needed from him.

That’s what drove him crazy about you; how you adapted to his pride and made being there for you so easy.

“He had Jun give me my necklace and money when I woke up, and I asked her if he made any plans to see me today. . She said he’s a busy man and I need to grow up. . Am I asking for too much?”

You looked up at him with every ounce of insecurity on full display, the kind of look he hated seeing on your face more than he hated seeing you in those stupid get-ups your mom bought you. Even he had said happy birthday to you, granted it was though text and there was no gift with it, but at least he had the decency to listen when you said that all you wanted was to hear two simple words from the people you cared about. It pissed Katsuki off even more that he knew you told your dad that’s all you wanted, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he didn’t do it on purpose. Now Katsuki had to be the one to pick up your broken pieces.

“Idiot, it’s not your fault that your old man is trash.” He grunted, turning away from you to stare at nothing so he didn’t have to see that stupid sparkle in your eyes when he said something nice.

That damn sparkle made his heart squeeze.

He was relieved to hear your soft laughter, “I guess you’re right. He’s better at bribing people than caring for them.”

If only he could tell you how true those words were.

“Shit.” Katsuki mumbled under his breathe, the realization of what was happening hitting him like a brick.

That day he went to your office, he hadn’t been there just to get a look at what you had accomplished, and the reason he got so riled up by your secretary was more than just being told he couldn’t see you. He had gotten a tip from Tokoyami that morning about a yakuza organization that was deeply involved in many missing people cases, and also suspects for the assasination of small business companies that were expected to outgrow large corporations.

That organization had your picture on the wall, along with pictures of those who were missing, and ones who had not gone missing but were on police watch due to the likelihood of them being taken next. Katsuki chalked it up to you being seen with him when he was a target for many villains due to his success in taking down and capturing villains with ease, and he let the most obvious point go over his head. He had just immediately wen to go see you to calm his nerves, not even second guessing his own answer that tied this back to the one man he had his own hit on.

The organization that had you targeted, acted under powerful businessmen in Japan. .

Your father was one of those powerful businessmen.

‘It all comes full fucking circle,’ Katsuki thought angrily as he picked up his office phone, knowing that he had to get his least favorite heroes on the case.

“I’m not asking you to take sides, I’m asking you to tell me the truth!” You hissed into the phone, and you could feel every ounce of your patience draining from your body and your tone.

It had been three days. Three days since you moved in with the father of your child, three days of feeling anxious and livid, and three days of trying to get in contact with your mother. For once, you could say that the least of your worries was Katsuki, and now it happened to be the life of your child again. You weren’t stupid — the moment Katsuki mentioned your safety specifically being threatened you knew who had put the hit out on you, and he wanted you to know.

It was your father’s way of warning you that if you even thought of exposing that you were his daughter that ‘went missing’,or tell them what he had done, you and Ryu will never know peace again. The knowledge that you were in his sights again and he still was just as ruthless as ever couldn’t even fully register in your brain, but you knew you had to do something. This was your baby’s life that was in danger again, and this time he isn’t living inside of you so you could have him with you at all times. You didn’t even know how to have this conversation with Katsuki when he didn’t even have the decency to tell you there was someone after your son while he sat in school. In fact, you were doing your best to avoid his presence so you didn’t cause a scene and scare Ryu half to death.

And your mother had the fucking ability to help you, and she decided this was the time to wave the white flag to involving herself in you and your father’s war.

“This isn’t something that I can tell you and your father not disown me too for, Y/N! Do you really expect me to risk my life too?” Your mother responded, and your grip on the phone tightened so much that you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have before it shattered.

“Yes! I expect you to risk your life for me, mom! I expect you to be a mother for just one damn moment in your life to save your grandson! If you can’t tell me what he knows and what you’ve told him, this will not only get ugly for him, but for you too!” You threatened with full intention of making it a reality.

“I can-“ as she spoke you heard a male voice in the background that made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach before the phone went dead.

You paced the floor with a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming with Ryu napping in the other room, but this situation could only be fully resolved with risks being taken. The company you put blood sweat and tears into — you had long since realized you never wanted to start an entire company, but it was the best thing you knew how to do to make money to give your son the life he deserved — was going to have to be put in jeopardy. Your life, and more importantly your son’s life, would be in immediate danger once you decide to wage this war.

It’s father against daughter, and loser loses everything.

“You were really going to go through this again alone? You really piss me off sometimes.”

You whirled around to the door of the guest bedroom you were in to see not only Katsuki, but Eiji also standing there. It didn’t shock you in the slightest how pissed Katsuki looked, but Kirishima’s deathly stare had you frozen in place. Even though you knew in the back of your mind that their anger was towards your father, you couldn’t help but feel weak when two very famous pro heroes had their murderous gazes on full display for you.

“You don’t have to worry,” Kirishima said and flashed you a hardened arm. “No one is going to touch you or Ryu on my watch.”

Katsuki grunted, “I’ll kill anyone that tries.”

(A\N: So who’s ready to see full on angst, romance, and a badass reader? Cause I am ^_^! Also the amount of love and insight you guys give me on this story is insane and I still can’t than you enough 🥺 I hope you enjoy! <3

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[writerpeach]

Shutter

Fromis_9 Saerom x Male Reader

5223 words

Categories: smut, oral, model! saerom

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It’s not every day that a model walked into your studio who by every definition of the word, was perfect.

Dozens of gorgeous women came by each and every week, each one more beautiful than the last and you couldn’t ask for a better job.

The elevator doors opened and the woman scheduled for your afternoon appointment stepped inside your studio on the ninth floor, and you had never seen such an attractive woman with such stunning features.

Calling her gorgeous would almost be an insult. Words could not and would not do her beauty justice, or would be enough to describe how attractive she was.

She had dark shoulder-length hair and walked with confidence in an elegant looking black and grey dress and her sexy aura filled the studio.

“Hello, I’m Saerom!” she shyly introduced herself, a small smile on her rosy red lips and you melted just by hearing her voice.

“Nice to meet you, Saerom,” you replied.

“Please take care of me,” she said and bowed politely. Her hair and makeup styled perfectly, nothing looked out of place and the smile on her face only made her look even more beautiful.

“Shall we get started, Miss Saerom?”

Saerom nodded and you directed her to the set as you still had a few things to set up beforehand. She stood against the white backdrop, eyes roaming the bright lights and other equipment spewed everywhere, tripods and lights all ensuring that each model looked as best as you could make them look.

You readied your camera and glanced at Saerom, realizing how busty she was and what a curvy deadly body her dress showed off.

“Ready when you are,” you said as you removed your lens cap, giving one final check to all your equipment hoping to somehow do justice to the actual goddess standing in front of you.

Saerom flashed her best smile as you pressed the camera shutter and took the first shot of the shoot, capturing her beauty as best as possible. Her side profile was perfect, her features flawless in a way that they had been sculpted by the gods. Her striking jawline, her cute nose, her perfectly formed lips. The ideal woman put together as if to say it won’t get better than this.

Your finger moved faster than a cheetah hunting a prey, taking hundreds of shots per minute as Saerom displayed a variety of poses and facial expressions, each one perfect in their own way.

“How am I doing?” she asked.

“You’re doing amazing. The camera loves you.”

Truer words had never come out of your mouth. Saerom behind a camera was a natural fit, her smile beaming with confidence, every pose and angle flawless as she was. After all, when you’re being paid to be beautiful for a living you’ve really made it.

“Make sure to capture my best side.”

“You don’t have a bad side,” you responded. Saerom blushed cutely.

Two hours flew by, Saerom’s experience playing a huge part and even with makeup touch-ups and additional wardrobe changes there was time to spare.

“That should be a wrap. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Saerom” you said. You never wanted to stop taking pictures of her and definitely took more than necessary, but more was always better than less.

“Can I see some?” Saerom eagerly asked.

“It’ll take some time to get them all transferred and processed if you don't mind waiting,” you said as you removed the card from your camera and slipped it inside your laptop on the nearby table.

“Not at all! I’ll wait over here,” she said as she took a seat on the nearby black leather couch.

You had taken literally thousands of pictures and it would take some time to add them all, much less edit them. Sorting quickly through a handful of different outfits and looks you picked the best ones, doing a quick edit on them before transferring them over to the large monitor next to your laptop.

You gestured for Saerom to come over and she scurried over right away. Her eyes grew wide as she looked through the handpicked batch of pictures, proud of the hard work both of you had put in and the satisfying results.

“You’re an amazing photographer,” she shyly said.

“An artist is only as good as their art,” you replied, almost regretting spewing out such a cheesy line but earning another smile out of Saerom.

“We still have some time left don’t we?” she asked. Most of your appointments were scheduled in three-hour blocks, allowing plenty of time for preparations and in case something went wrong. And something almost always went wrong.

“You are correct, Miss Saerom.”

“Perfect. Can you shoot some more of me then?”

“I’d love to.”

Saerom returned to the set, the look on her face uncertain as you went to set up your camera again.

“I don’t have any more outfits to wear,” she said, unsure of herself.

“There’s a closet in the corner with spare outfits, I don’t know your size but they should fit.”

Saerom hesitated for a moment. “That won’t be necessary.”

In a moment’s notice, Saerom acted on impulse and shedded her dress, baring her immaculate body and the incredibly sexy pair of matching lace black lingerie underneath. You weren’t expecting this moment of spontaneity and your jaw dropped.

“What?” she smirked. “You’ve shot women in lingerie before haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“Then you won’t mind me getting more comfortable will you?”

“N-not at all-”

“Good.”

Saerom continued with a playful smile and kicked her heels off to the side, leaving her standing in the middle of the set barefoot in her underwear, the insane curves of her tight body front and center for your viewing pleasure.

Her full breasts were barely covered, showing abundant cleavage and the flimsy piece of lace did little to contain them, showing off the size of her perfect chest as if they wanted to escape from their prison. Her gorgeous legs led up to soft creamy thighs, and Saerom’s toned abs looked as delicious as the rest of her body, clearly the result of hours of work at the gym.

"Incredible," you said in awe.

"Like what you see?" Saerom asked with a cute giggle. You found yourself speechless.

"I've always wanted to be an underwear model. My company would never let me though, they love protecting my image," Saerom said sarcastically as her eyes rolled.

"You certainly have the perfect body for it."

"Thank you," Saerom said as her cheeks reddened. "I work very hard for it."

"It shows."

Saerom switched from shy and cute to sexy instantaneously as she flipped her hair seductively, running her hands through it as she lifted her arms over her head. Your camera shutter went crazy as you started shooting your newly undressed model, not wanting to waste a second.

"How do I look?" she asked as she bit her lip.

"You're very sexy, Saerom."

"Am I? How about some closeup shots then?"

Without even responding you practically ripped your heavy camera from its tripod as you detached it, closing the distance between you Saerom, taking a deep breath as you approached.

“Think of these as exclusive shots. Just for us,” Saerom said, showing off to the camera.

While the previous shoot was rather professional, Saerom was rather quiet for the majority of it, focusing on her poses and angles. Now that she was opening up in more ways than one you wanted to get to know her.

“Tell me something about yourself, Saerom.”

“What would you like to know?” she asked, pouting her lips at the camera.

“Something...interesting.”

“Interesting?” she pondered. “I share a place with eight other girls.”

“Eight? That’s insane. I can’t imagine how long the line for the bathroom is.”

“You get used to it, it becomes fun most of the time. Having time on my own like this is actually kind of weird for me now.”

“I’m exhausted just thinking about it.”

Saerom laughed and you could tell she was becoming more comfortable around you,

“It was difficult at first but I think I would be bored living by myself now,” Saerom said as she spun around on her heels and placed her hands on her hips, bending over enough to give a good look at her plump round ass as her eyes kept contact with your camera, trying to keep your pants from tightening.

“Fuck, you have a really nice ass, Saerom,” you blurted out even without thinking. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Thanks. It’s my favorite part of me,” she proudly said.

You couldn’t stop staring at Saerom’s heavenly sculpted backside, wondering how soft those cheeks felt, but you quickly tried chasing those thoughts away as you didn’t want a bulge forming in your pants in front of her.

“You’re one of the best models I’ve had the pleasure to work with,” you said, distracting yourself.

“Really? You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

“I’m not. Most models that show up don’t give me any trouble, occasionally you’ll get a spoiled diva that shows up late and clearly doesn’t want to be here and it ruins the atmosphere of the whole shoot.��

You made sure to get closeup shots of every part of Saerom’s body, taking extra care in framing her ass perfectly before walking to the front of her sexy body and taking several shots of her wonderful breasts.

“But you walked in and this whole place lit up.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s the truth.”

Saerom paused. “What do you think?” Saerom asked, cupping her breasts. You felt your heart racing.

“They’re perfect.”

“How about a closer view then?” she asked. You zoomed in and aimed at her chest, but Saerom shyly smiled and aimed your camera down.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Before you could put any thought into her words Saerom reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, divesting it from her body as she exposed her sizable pale breasts, bouncing as they were freed.  

“Holy shit, Saerom.”

“How about you put that camera down and we have a little fun?”

Without having a chance to respond you got rid of your camera as Saerom’s topless body walked towards you, your eyes immediately drawn to her full round breasts and salivating over them.

“Do any of your models ever let you touch them?”

“I try to keep things professional.”

“That’s boring,” Saerom said with a seductive smirk as she grabbed your hands and guided them to her breasts, helping you squeeze them. You moaned at their softness and how they fit in your hands, the weight of her breasts, and how perfectly shaped they were made you lose your mind.

“You’re so perfect,” you said as you squeezed and groped Saerom’s tits, squeezing two perfect handfuls as her pretty pink nipples hardened against your palms as she looked into your eyes. The fabric of your pants constricted and there was no stopping it this time.

“You can touch all you want. Taste me.”

“I will,” you said hungrily as you crashed your lips against hers and wrapped your hands around her bare waist, The taste of Saerom’s cherry lips entered your mouth. You pulled her in tighter as she returned your advances, tongues dancing together as the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. You wanted Saerom, bad. You wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her against your set, forcing to pace yourself and keep yourself under control.

You broke the kiss and exchanged lustful stares, not wasting a second as you dove into her breasts, licking stripes up and down her cleavage, and brought your mouth to her tits and teased her sensitive nipples. Saerom moaned as you flicked delicate circles around each one before sucking tenderly, earning gasps and whiny moans.

Schedules be damned, you took your time with each of her breasts, giving each equal attention and not leaving your hands from her flesh, not moving on until her hard nipples were covered in your saliva.

“Mmm, fuck,” Saerom moaned, caressing your hair as you devoured and buried yourself in her tits. Playful licking turned into loud slurping, and when that wasn’t enough you nibbled on each of her swollen pink nubs, grazing on her stiff nipples in between your teeth gently as her moans grew louder and whinier.

With all of your attention on Saerom’s tits, you sucked and sucked with no intention of stopping until your lips were numb, looking up every so often to see the pleasure running through Saerom.

Meanwhile, with your mouth full of Saerom’s breasts you felt a hand move down to your crotch and squeezed as she felt you up through your pants which became painfully tight.

“I must be turning you on,” she giggled.

“You are, you really are. Fuck, you’re so hot, Saerom,” you growled.

“I could say the same to you,” she said. “I got you all worked up, didn’t I? It’s only fair I do something about it.”

Saerom stopped you in your tracks and led you over to the couch, playfully pushing you against it as you fell down and took a seat. Slowly lowering to her knees she rubbed up and down your thighs, biting her lip, watching as you removed your shirt in preparation.

“How many women have you fucked on this couch?”

“Not enough,” you smirked.

“Time to add one more to your tally then.”

With a sly grin on her pretty face, Saerom unzipped your pants, quickly yanking them with your boxers down to your ankles with your assistance. Your cock sprang free, throbbing in the cold air and Saerom’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

Saerom licked her lips, feeling an insatiable desire and hunger deep inside her at the sight of your unleashed manhood. As she admired your rock hard shaft, finding herself unable to draw her eyes away as her long slender fingers wrapped tightly around your hard cock, applying firm pressure and began stroking you up and down, feeling every inch.

“You have a very nice cock,” Saerom said, lips curling wide as she pumped you slowly and drizzled her fingers with your leaking pre-cum. She kissed the very tip of your cock, making your whole body jerk as her soft lips explored your cock and traveled down your base.

Every kiss on your shaft was loaded with hunger, and once Saerom reached the end of your cock she flattened her tongue against your base while you watched her every move. You moaned as her wet warm tongue moved slowly up and down your shaft, giving delicate strokes until she found your sensitive tip and swirled around your swollen head, lapping up every leaking drop.

“Yummy,” she said, spitting on your cock several times and spreading it all over your shaft, jerking you off and keeping eye contact.

Saerom kissed your tip one more time before she parted her plump red lips with your cock, taking the first few inches of you into her warm wet mouth.

“Oh f-fuuck,” you moaned loudly as Saerom hollowed her cheeks and sealed her lips tight around your cock. Saerom sucked you off slowly and tenderly while her sexy gaze was glued to you, full lips sliding up and down your shaft.

With constant eye contact Saerom built up your pleasure, taking her time with sucking your cock, enjoying it just as much as she moaned around your shaft.

“Fuck, Saerom," you moaned and threw your head back."That feels fucking good."

She smiled with your cock in her mouth, the bright studio lights letting you see her face perfectly as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue playing with the underside of your shaft.

Saerom upped her pace as she swallowed more of your cock inside her warm mouth, the redness of her lips fading as her dark lipstick began smearing on your shaft, combined with streaks of her spit.

Her pretty hands did not stay idle, using one to stroke up and down your thigh, digging her nails in as the other cupped and fondled your balls.

“So heavy and full," she said as her nose nudged against your cock and planted messy wet kisses on your balls."I'll make sure they’re empty when I'm done with you."

Saerom continued to pleasure your balls while jerking off your needy cock, licking wide stripes, and glazing your sack with drool. She sucked on each one tenderly, giving your balls equal attention and hungrily slurping on them individually as you moaned louder, letting your satisfaction be known.

Using both her lips and tongue all over your balls, Saerom blew hot air against each of them before bringing your cock back into her mouth. Those deadly eyes glued to your own as she sucked slowly from tip to base, swallowing up every last inch as you hit the back of her throat without any real effort.

“Oh god, Saerom…”

The satisfaction in her eyes was obvious as she took you down her mouth with ease, her throat tightening around you as she relaxed her muscles, not even letting out a single gag.

Her soft wet lips felt so good wrapped around your cock, and you instinctively grabbed the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed faster, lips kissing your base with each stroke.

It wasn’t long before you encouraged an even quicker pace, Saerom hungrily slurping down every inch that impaled her throat, desperately trying not to go wild and fuck her throat as much as you wanted to.

Saerom kept your wet shaft deep down her throat, working her muscles and keeping her lips sealed around every inch as she played with your balls, drooling all over your cock.

"Fuck, Saerom. You're so damn good at that."

"I've had a lot of practice."

Saerom hummed and gave your cock one more slow satisfying slurp from base to tip, releasing it with a loud messy pop as she furiously jerked off your messy wet shaft.

Not even bothering to wipe off leftover spit and lipstick on her face, Saerom's lust-filled gaze focused on you as she made you wait in anticipation.

Keeping your cock in her small delicate hands, Saerom carefully made a show of

sliding her panties down her toned legs, tossing them onto your set.

"A little present from me. Keep them."

With barely any time to react, you stole a glance at Saerom's beautiful bare pussy as she straddled you, the warmth of her naked body radiating around you as her comforting thighs rested against your own.

Saerom really was like no other woman, as cliché as it sounded. You could see it in her eyes that she wanted your cock, not just for her own satisfaction but for yours, aching to share in mutual pleasure.

The way she held your cock in her hand, aiming it between her spread thighs and between the pink wet flesh of her pussy, slowly rubbing it against her folds was agonizing, deliberately teasing both of you with a sly expression on her face.

You understood what she was doing as Saerom continued to run your cock through the wet warmth of her hole, but that didn’t make it any less easy to hold out, each sensation running through your body making it harder to maintain an ounce of composure.

“Saerom…”

She didn’t say a word as she collected her slick on your shaft, mixing it with leftover saliva, coating your cock in her fluids. Saerom thankfully shared your impatience and knew when enough was enough.

“I’m so wet,” Saerom bluntly said, the first set of words that left her lips in several minutes.

In what felt like the longest few seconds of your life Saerom lifted her wide hips up in the air, aiming herself carefully, and sank down on the first few inches of your cock.

Saerom gasped loudly and you shared an equally loud groan at the feeling of penetrating her body, the intense sensation of entering her pussy for the first time was unlike anything else. There was a lot to take in. Saerom’s wetness surrounded your cock as expected, followed by extreme warmth and tightness that overwhelmed you.

Gently moving her body up and down Saerom took it easy at first, letting her wet walls be parted with more of your hard cock, clinging tightly around your shaft that gradually disappeared in between her thighs.

“How do I feel?” Saerom asked as she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck, using her hips and sliding up and down your cock, coating more of your shaft in her juices.

“So fucking tight.”

She beamed at your response, sinking deeper and deeper until she almost bottomed herself out and stopped just above the base of your shaft.

“You feel really good inside me.”

Her eyes closed and her head whipped back as you both moaned together and felt her tight walls squeezing you tightly, letting herself get used to the rock hard flesh fully entering her body.

“I need every inch inside me,” Saerom pleaded, not that you were in a position to stop her, letting her control every movement. You watched between her beautiful thighs every move she made as her slick lips gripped your cock, ensuring you never left the warmth of her body.

In one swift movement, Saerom lifted herself from your cock, moving so just the tip of your shaft was inside her, and slammed her hips down and impaled herself to the hilt, moaning at being completely filled.

“Fuck!”

Saerom didn’t allow herself any adjustment, she didn’t need it and neither did you as she smiled devilishly.

“Ride my cock, Saerom,” you demanded and your orders were followed right away as she began bouncing on your dick, her mouth agape as she threw her head back in pleasure. You snaked your hands around her slim waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh and encouraging her to continue dictating the pace.

“Stretch me out...stretch my tight little pussy just like that. Fuck, I wish I could ride you all day.”

“I could always cancel the rest of my appointments.”

“F-fuck, don’t tempt me. But I have my own schedules after this too,” she frowned.

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another session then.”

Saerom nodded in response and your hands squeezed her cheeks tighter, giving her ass a few quick slaps as she gasped, looking at the way she was falling apart already as she rode you.

Continuing to test the waters you gave repeated smacks against Saerom’s plentiful backside, the satisfying sounds of both raised palms striking her bare cheeks filled your ears. Saerom whined cutely in response as her walls clenched around your cock with each impact, not using enough force to sting but just giving her body a little something extra.

“You like being spanked, Saerom?”

“I-I do.”

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” you smirked. Saerom took the opportunity to increase the pace, allowing herself to adjust and found the perfect angle to take your shaft inside her, bouncing her delicious big ass on your cock.

“You’re drenched, Saerom. Do you always get this wet?” you asked. She hesitated before shyly nodding.

“It’s mostly your fault,” she timidly replied, establishing a harsher rhythm as she rode you with more intensity and fervor, her perfect set of tits bouncing hypnotically with every movement.

“I take full responsibility.”

Settling into the sharp pleasure Saerom gave in to her desires and rode your cock faster, covering the entire surface of your shaft in her slick as you explored her voluptuous naked body and ran your hands up every inch of her bare skin you had access to.

You started with Saerom’s creamy thighs, caressing them softly before moving on to her sexy toned tummy, feeling her tight sculpted abs against your fingertips. She reacted to every touch audibly as your hands made their way back to her luscious breasts, cupping them and keeping your hands filled as she slammed her ass harder against your cock, creating more pleasure.

"You ride me so well, Saerom," you said as you pinched her nipples, feeling her pussy tightening and more of her juices leaking out. You kept your hands filled with her wonderful pale breasts as her ass repeatedly slammed down on your crotch, using your cock for her pleasure.

"It helps that I love your cock," Saerom said as she rode you faster and faster as sweat began to mist all over of your bodies, thighs crashing against your own with every bounce.

"And I love you creaming all over my cock."

The mere act of Saerom taking your cock in and out of her body with ease was driving you crazy, her hot wet pussy wrapped so tightly around your cock you felt like you could burst at any moment.

You couldn’t keep up with all the sensations running through your body, each time Saerom’s ass smacked against your body brought you closer to the point of no return, her juices flowing down her thighs confirming that she was equally reaching past her own limits.

Saerom's tight pussy began pulsating around your shaft as she became breathless, every forceful slam of her full hips brought down on your body making her wetter and wetter as she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Are you close, Saerom?" you asked. It took several moments before she could form an answer, and even then she could only nod in response.

"I need you cumming all over my cock."

"I w-will, fuck. Can you cum with me?"

"I'd love to," you said as desperation and need filled her eyes, knowing neither could hold on much longer. You watched her riding your cock just a little longer before growing tired of being passive and grabbed onto her hips, thrusting deep into her tight dripping cunt as she impaled herself on you.

You wanted every bit of pleasure out of Saerom's body and you were going to take it.

"Oh fuuuck! Just like that!"

It took a few thrusts to find the perfect timing, hitting Saerom's spot at just the right angle, keeping a firm grip on her sweaty body and trying to match her rhythm, both of you working together to achieve your collective goal of reaching climax.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, watching her gorgeous features contorting every time you filled her to the hilt. The air in the room grew harder to take in as you drove yourself in Saerom with desperation, both aching for release. The loud slapping of hot flesh against flesh fought for dominance against the equally loud moaning escaping Saerom’s lips.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, I-I'm gonna cum!" Saerom cried out, the three most beautiful words you had heard all day as you held onto her body tight, preparing yourself for the intensity of what was about to happen.

"I am too, fuck!"

“Cum inside me, please, I need you to fill my tight little pussy,” Saerom begged, and you did everything you could to hold out just long enough to let her achieve orgasm first. You weakly smiled and savored the last few moments before the inevitable.

The final few seconds arrived as your breathing deepened, looking dead center into Saerom’s beautiful eyes filled with need and desire. Without another word you felt Saerom’s juices overflowing as her pussy tightened almost painfully so, thighs trembling violently as her cunt squeezed the life out of your shaft as she came, leaving a mess over your cock and wrapped her arms tighter around the back of your neck and desperately moaning into your ears as her body turned to jelly.

Saerom looked beautiful as her orgasm took over her body, unable to control the volume of satisfied moans leaving her lips as she slowly came down from her intense high. She rocked her hips back and forth to ride out her orgasm and helped you join her as you felt all the tension in your body being released.

Unable to take anymore your cock throbbed inside Saerom, letting out needy grunts and moans as you exploded inside her, emptying your thick hot cum deep inside her pussy and pumping her full of your seed as her body took spurt after spurt as she was filled to the brim.

She rested her head on your shoulder, swaying her hips to coax every drop out of you, the feeling of your warmth deep inside her satisfying her to no end.

“You feel so warm,” she faintly said as your bodies took a much-deserved rest and stared into each other's eyes, both trying to catch a breath at the wonderful experience you just shared.

“That...was...amazing,” you said, heavily gasping.

“It was. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while,” Saerom smiled and kissed you, giving you one more taste of lips as she savored the warmth left in her body.

She gradually lifted her body off yours carefully as your cock plopped out and the huge thick load you had left inside began slowly dripping out of her pussy, running down her flushed thighs. Responding only in tired gasps she tried to catch her breath, watching the mess inside her continue to show itself.

Both of you too tired to move let alone speak, Saerom knelt and licked your shaft clean and tasted your combined juices, lips slurping slowly from base to tip to not miss a drop.

She headed over to your workstation with your cum still dripping down her thighs, grabbed your camera and took several full-body shots of her naked sweaty body, running her hand through her messy hair and smiling for the camera.

"Thank you," Saerom said as she ended up in your naked lap again.

"For what?"

"For taking such pretty pictures of me."

"It's all part of the job. It's easy when I have such a pretty model."

Her cheeks reddened again, the smile etched across her lips something you couldn’t ever get enough of.

"I can't wait to see the full versions."

"I'll have them sent to your company by the end of the week. Just the ones for the magazine of course,” you said.

"I look forward to it. I had a lot of fun today."

"I did too, Saerom."

"Can I see you again? After work?" she asked.

"I usually don't finish until the sun goes down."

"I don't mind, I'll be pretty busy myself. Maybe I'll even take some photos of my own for you."

"Oh? I didn't know you were a photographer as well."

"I'm just an amateur," she shyly said. "It’s just a hobby when I have the time."

"I'd love to see some shots."

"I'll send some then. They might not be as risqué as what we took today."

"As long as you’re in them I’ll love them."

Saerom accepted your praise with a grin on her features and regretfully dressed and left quietly, leaving you tired, sweaty and in need of a shower with her occupied in your thoughts.

Whoever the next model was you knew they couldn’t compare to Saerom, and you couldn’t wait for work to be over.

[mangsluts]

Federal Business

A Choi Junhong Fic

FBI!AU

Rated: M

Contains: cursing, daddy kink, public teasing

Description: The FBI is always watching you, what you look at on your phone, what you’re doing.. Whenever Junhong gets assigned to monitor you through your device, things get a little complicated.

Requested by: @marmarbaiii

Hope you enjoy!! Zelo is my ult so this was so fun to write!! -admin Mangbebe

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It was finally happening.

After years of intense training and preparation, Choi Junhong was being promoted to an official FBI agent. He was esteemed this promotion at a very young age, and as today was his first day, of course he wouldn’t be doing any field jobs yet. But today he would start his first day of what they called “cam monitoring” which means, an FBI agent is assigned to somebody in the country who has a smart device, and monitors everything they do for about a month straight. They watch what you watch, what you buy, who you talk to, but the reason they call it cam monitoring is

They can see you.

Through the tiny webcam on your phone or laptop, in case you’re doing suspicious activity aside from on your electronics. Of course there were rules to follow when monitoring someone such as

1.) don’t watch subject while they’re naked

2.) do not make contact with subject (such as messaging them)

3.) do not meddle with subjects devices

4.) do not contact subject in real life

None of these things can be done without the consent of the bureau, and only if they believe the subject is doing something suspicious which requires further investigation. Piece of cake. Junhong thought. He could do all these things easily, as if he was committed to his new job.

“Agent Choi.” A tall older man in a full black suit handed a file to the younger,

“This is your first person to monitor. Her name is Y/N. She’s lives right in this area. About your age.” He said monotonously, just doing his job.

“We have no reason to believe of any suspicious activity, so this should be easy for your first job. You can probably move to a new subject within a week.” He said, and without another word left. Junhong closed the door to his new office softly, and could barely keep himself from smiling. This was all for him. He ran his hand over the pristine leather of his new chair, then happily slipped into it, turning one of his brand new computers on. There were two of them at the desk. One would display your screen on his, and the other would display your camera to him. He finally opened your file, skimming through everything. There wasn’t much in here, because you were a person of no interest to the FBI, but there was one picture paper clipped to the Manila paper. It was your drivers license picture, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Most people look their worst in these pictures, especially with the bad lightning, and the DMV people not giving a shit about how you look in the picture, and the horrible quality. But not you. Your picture was beautiful, and he couldn’t help but run his fingers over the picture.

Get it together.

He shook his head and typed in his password to his new computer, then the string of codes listened on your file to access your smartphone. With a whir of the machinery working, your screen popped up on his monitor. You weren’t doing anything at the moment, just typing a text to your mom telling her you had arrived home. With another typing of codes, there you were. Your face illuminated by the bright light of your smartphone as you stared blankly at your screen. Jesus. He could feel sweat beading at his forehead just by looking at your beautiful face. He opened his notepad that he was told he had to right anything important on, but fumbled with opening the pen.

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[YOUR POV]

After texting your mom that you had arrived home from the party you had just gotten back from, you were absolutely exhausted from the long night, you threw your phone onto the couch of your one bedroom apartment, then immediately began stripping your clothes off to change into your pajamas. The way your phone had landed on the couch, and the way you were standing over your couch gave Junhong the best view of your sweet ass in that flimsy little pink thong. After that, your shirt came off to expose your round breasts in a lacy matching pink bralette.

Junhong knew he should turn off the live cam and just stick to looking at your phone messages, but the blood rushing from his brain to his lower region didn’t allow him to properly think, so his eyes stayed glued to your body. He could see your lovely pink folds peeking out from the under view of your tiny thong. He knew he could get in trouble for this but hey. He was the FBI, it’s not like anyone else would be watching what he was doing. After looking cautiously from side to side, his hand went into his jeans, and he softly began rubbing himself through his boxers, a tiny wet spot emerging from where he was already leaking precum.

He’d already broken one rule and nothing happened. What would happen if he broke another? Biting his lip, he pulled out his own phone and typed your number into his text messages.

When you were about to pull your sweatpants up, you heard your phone buzz. Thinking it was your mom, you picked it up and looked at it.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] Hey sexy. I like the matching underwear... care to put on a show..

Nervously, you looked around to see all your windows were shut with the curtains drawn. There was no way anyone could see into this apartment, especially since you were on the fourth floor.

[YOU] Who is this? How can you see me?

[UNKNOWN] Your camera. I’m supposed to be watching you, but you’re driving me insane.

Obviously you should have been shocked and terrified to have a stranger be watching you through your camera, but some part of this was almost.... erotic? You felt crazy, but wanted to keep going. Propping your camera up onto your coffee table and spreading your legs ever to slightly to allow just a glimpse of your excited pussy.

“Like what you see?” You called out for the mystery man, your delicate fingers slipping through the fabric over your damp panties.

Suddenly your phone lit up with the words UNKNOWN NUMBER at the top. Your cunt tingling at the sight, you accepted and put the call on speaker phone.

“Hello Y/N.” The low voice rang out, sending electricity through your body. His voice was like low silk, traveling from your ears and ringing throughout you.

“Who are you?” You finally asked, biting your lip. The voice paused for a moment.

“You can call me Daddy.” He finally settled on, and the word made you throb. Putting your hand back into your panties, you sought out to relieve yourself.

“Not so fast princess. We can do this tomorrow.” His strong voice commanded, and you obliged sadly, wanting to touch yourself so badly.

“I want to see you.” You said, having no idea if this man was someone you could trust, but his voice enticing you to continue.

“Tomorrow. West side mall food court. Bring a vibrator.”

“Wait why-“ You began to question, but were cut off by a clicking that signaled the end of you and the mystery man’s conversation. Terrified of what this was, you stared at your phone, but... you couldn’t help but be curious of what it could be.

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This was crazy, and possibly—actually no, definitely—dangerous meeting a man you didn’t know, who was watching you through your phone camera, but the next day you found yourself at the west side malls food court with a vibrator in your purse. Anxiously you kept checking your phone, hoping he would give you a sign, but were just greeted by your background and the saddest NO NEW NOTIFICATIONS bar when you looked.

BZZZZT.

You flipped over your phone so quick. You nearly dropped it, and held your breathe when you saw the message.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER] Beautiful skirt. Perfect for what I have planned for you.

Without having a chance to think about what this message went, you felt the presence of someone taking a seat next to you, and turned your head to meet him. God you were glad you came. This man was absolutely fucking gorgeous. He was tall, forcing you to crane your head to make eye contact with him, with those almond shaped deep brown eyes. They were beautiful, and enticing you with every second. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling tension build up between them. He had a muscular build showing under his plain white t shirt and ripped black jeans, showing off his milky white skin through the fabric. Since you didn’t know his name, you bit your lip and looked at him expectantly.

“Is that you, daddy?” You whispered to him, seeing his jaw tighten at you calling him that.

“The vibrator.” His voice had you dripping already, and you knew it was him. No other voice had ever given you this feeling. Complying to him, you reached into your purse and pulled out the small pink bullet, and hand held remote, passing it to him, your fingers grazing softly over his large ones. “Don’t make a noise... there are people here..” he leaned over and whispered into your ear, placing a large hand on your thigh, pulling it apart from your other one. The warmth of his hand on your thigh had your core screaming for him to do something to you, but your mind was screaming at you not to do this in public. While you were lost in thought, his hand snaked up your skirt, pulled your panties to the side, and slipped the small vibrator into you, just far enough to fill you up. This feeling alone caused you to sharply intake air, earning a couple stairs from people nearby, but after giving them a crooked smile, they turned away.

“You’re gonna have to be quieter than that for daddy, okay kitten?” He purred to you, switching the vibrator to the lowest setting. You felt the small hum in your womanhood, shaking against your walls. Biting your tongue to stay quiet, you nodded up at him.

“Y-Yes...” you mumbled.

“Yes what?” He growled, taking your hand and forcing you to stand up, making you feel way more exposed than having the safety of the table to cover you.

“Yes daddy...” You finally said, stifling a moan with your hand as he dialed the toy up to a level three. There were only five levels, so jumping up this fast was quite the extreme. Suddenly the low hum was like a loud yelling all throughout you, coming from your soaking cunt. The small bullet had moved while you stood up, and the end was now slightly against your clit, vibrating rapidly against it and sending a surge of nerves all throughout you. More people began looking up from their tables, whispering to each other what was going on. You looked like you were having some sort of episode, your whole body trembling. “Daddy, can we go...” you whispered to him, your arousal just wanting him to grab you and fucking take you right in the middle of the mall, not even caring about the onslaught of people eating around you.

“Not until you come for daddy~” He said, holding your face delicately in his large palm, then took your hand in his, leading you through the mall. Every step was like a nightmare, filling you up more, and amplifying the faster your pace got. Unable to control himself watching you squirm, he rounded a corner and took you to the least populated clothes store, smiling at the workers as he pretended to shop he around. He grabbed a random shirt, feeling your hand begin to shake, and shoved you into the nearest dressing room.

Eagerly, he pulled your skirt down, exposing your pussy dripping through your panties, and slipped them down. He fell to his knees, as if worshipping you, and pulled the tiny pink bullet out of you, allowing you to finally breathe again. He turned the dial up to level five, and placed it against your clit. Your entire body tensed up, throwing your head back in ecstasy, feeling completely overwhelmed by the vibrations surging through your body.

“Come for daddy.” Junhong mumbled, his tongue sliding roughly over your wet folds, sucking each of them enough to leave pink marks, and moving the vibrator in little circles.

You didn’t want to come so fast, but as soon as his tongue slipped into your entrance, you couldn’t hold it back anymore, your hips bucked towards him, your silken walls tightening around his tongue which was still swirling inside you, and you released yourself, then collapsed back onto the wall. He turned the toy off, lapped up your juices which had dripped down your thighs, and helped your back up.

Walking back out into the mall, you felt naughty for doing something so dirty around other unknowing people, but you also felt... good about it. As you exited the store, you traced your hand over Junhongs waist, fingers lingering at the top of his jeans. You looked up at him, smirking at him lustfully.

“Daddy, can we do this again?~”

[stars-that-shine-at-night]

Let the Summer Games Begin

A/n: Y’all probably didn’t know, but I am a huge Overwatch fan. I play the games, read lore, fanfiction. It has ruined my life, but this in honor of the Summer Games and the Overwatch World Cup. Good luck to all players out there ;)

Warnings: Foul language, Extremely sarcastic language, and just regular things most people who play Overwatch says

“Yes! My boy is back in the games again!” You yelled off the top of your lungs as you threw one fist in the air and the other held your phone.

“(y/n) it is way too god damn early in the morning for me to talk to you.” Jungkook grumbled, walking out of his room all wrapped up in his blanket. He was just a walking blanket burrito that was shuffling around your shared house. It wasn’t even that early in the morning, but Jungkook stayed up till four in the morning playing.

“Yeah yeah fuck you too.” You mumbled as you jumped off the couch to walk over to your laptop. “In case you wanted to know this year’s team for Korea has just released their members’ names.” You informed. “Hurry up and get on so we can group up. At least I’ll have one DPS to depend then some dumb kid on reaper doing nothing.”

“Wait the members for the Korean team were released?!” Jungkook, seemed to have finally woken up.

“Bitch did I stutter?”

“(y/n), you’re a horrible best friend why didn’t you tell me?!” Jungkook threw off his blanket and made the dash for his computer.

“That’s what I screaming about earlier. Damn you’re dumb and deaf now.” You rolled your eyes as you watched the blue light from Jungkook’s screen reflect over his face.

“What?! Miro is not on the team this time? But he was mvp last year, and he so killed it.” Jungkook whined. “Who the fuck is Mano? I’ve never heard of him.”

“Yah, Mano was a good pick over Miro.” You defended.

“And why is that?”

“Because Miro is shit on Reinhardt, Mano is way better. Mano is more efficient and can execute better hammer downs than Miro. Give the dude a chance you’ve never seen him play.”

“And you have?”

“Obviously more than you to know about this tanker than you.” You stuck your tongue out at Jungkook.

“But isn’t Saebyeolbe so attractive? I’ve never met such an attractive player, he’s beautiful inside and out.” You swooned over the most attractive player from LW Blue.

“Yah, what about me? Or Yoongi or Hongbin?” Jungkook shot back.

“Tsk, no way I would date one of you guys. You are all ugly, especially you Jungkook. You’re like some weird muscular bunny, and I would have never thought that ‘muscular’ and ‘bunny’ would ever come together.” You teased.

“Yah you punk! I swear I will leave you to die on the battlefield.” Jungkook threatened.

“Too bad he has a girlfriend~” You sighed, ignoring Jungkook’s threat. “Also the god is on the team again. Ryujehong is back! For sure we are going to win.” You smirked and tucked your chin in between your thumb and index finger.

“You need to calm down (y/n), I’ve never seen anyone go insane over Ryujehong before.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Take that rude comment back. Ryujehong is the best Ana in the world, he is god. You’re just jealous because you can’t aim like him and he’s a better support than you.” You gasped loudly.

“Yes, I would love to have his aim. And of course he’s a better support than me, I don’t play as a support.”

You smirked, “that’s how I know you are shit at support.”

“Aish shut your mouth.” Jungkook groaned as he threw a small tsum tsum plush, that was by his laptop, at you.

“Hurry and accept my invite.” You said, changing the subject. Jungkook rolled his eyes and accepted your request to play. Once you were set up in the game and you had to choose your hero. You immediately picked Mercy, your main hero. On the other hand, Jungkook picked McCree.

“Aren’t you excited for the summer games event? That Mercy skin is so mine.” You said.

“Same here, but I want that McCree skin.” Jungkook agreed. The game loaded and you were dropped onto a map. You and Jungkook were on defense, on assault map. So in order to win the opposing team couldn’t take the two capture points on the map. You had fifty seconds to set up your defense around the first capture point with the rest of your team. Countdown for the match to begin ticked down to zero, and the opposing team came rushing out of their spawn. You powered Jungkook up with a blue damage boost ray that came out of your staff. You could hear that hit meter tick as Jungkook fired off bullets, and soon a red skull flashed in the middle of your screen informing you that Jungkook killed the other McCree.

You could hear the heavy foot steps of a Reaper hoping to get an easy pick off of you. “Jungkook there is a Reaper behind me, get him!” You screamed as you backed away, pulling out your pistol to hopefully land some damage. To avail you ended up getting blasted in the face with shotgun rounds, killing you.

“Jungkook, you thot! You were supposed to kill him. Protect your healer or something.” You scolded as you were rushing to get back to your from spawn.

“What, what do you want me to do?!” A second after he said his sentence, you saw that he got eliminated by the same Reaper in the kill feed.

“God damn it, you’re a shitty healer (y/n).” Jungkook cursed.

“What do you want me to do? I was coming back from spawn, after you betrayed me.” You flew to your other teammates who needed healing, as you began to build up to your ultimate ability.  

“What are you doing rez me!” Jungkook said, you gave him an ‘are you shitting me?’ face, and pressed the button that displayed the status of your ultimate.

“My ultimate is charging.” Jungkook heard the light German accent feminine voice through his headphones.

“And no way am I going to solo rez you. The least I will do it two because it is actually worth it. It is so dumb to solo ult as Mercy.” You rolled your eyes as you kept pocketing a D.va. Jungkook was then back in the fight, trying to ward off many enemies, by eliminating them.

“(y/n) I need healing...” He said, but you didn’t start to heal him, by then he started to spam the ‘I need healing’ button.

“Hold on I am pocketing this D.va give me a second.” Before you could use your guardian angel ability Jungkook was trying to run away, but he already died.

“Oh my god (y/n) you’re so fucking awful you could have helped me.” Jungkook whined.

“Hush you weird ass bunny, I am not going to fly to you in a feeble attempt to heal, but fail because it was inevitable that you were going to die, and then I will be left going against three people and ultimately getting gang banged. I am the only support on this team, because you bone heads decided to run a single support meta.” You explained. By the time you were done talking you had your ult, and so you just needed to keep pocketing as a distraction so your team could re-group. You flew to a Hanzo to heal him, but he got shot in the head, quickly ending his life. You were surrounded by a Pharah and a Genji.

“Holy shit Jungkook, I’ve got a Genji and a Pharah up my ass help!” You screeched as you started to run backwards pulling out your pistol. You started to aim and fire as the Genji was the first to attack, you started to fire while pushing your jump button, you final killed him. You kept going backward until you found the health pack.

“Jungkook where are you?” You asked, as the Pharah kept advancing. You pulled the same strategy as you did with the Genji, and you ended up eliminating the Pharah with a head shot.

“Holy mama Jin tiddies, I did it! Haha, I killed her Jungkook. That was sexy as hell.” You smirked as you switched back to your healing staff to rejoin your group.

“My ultimate is ready (y/n) come and boost me.” You followed Jungkook as you and him were going to find the high ground to pick off some enemies on the point. One by one you’re teammates were dying on the point. You heard McCree’s iconic line he says when the “Q’ button is pushed.

“It’s high noon.” Jungkook was trying to zone some head shots, but got sniped be a Widowmaker.

“What the shit, my tit is fucking pineapple.” Jungkook yelled in frustration. Right at this moment it was now or never for your ultimate, you were the only one left and you were in range, of resurrecting all five of your dead teammates.

“HEROS NEVER DIE.” WIth a brilliant yellow flash you’re whole team was alive again, and ready to contest. With a few ultimates that were popped you were able to get all of your opponents off the capture point and win.

“YES (Y/N) YOU ARE THIS MATCH’S SAVIOR I LOVE YOU.” Jungkook yelled, jumping up from his chair and started to bunny hop around your house. You blushed at Jungkook’s comment about him loving you, but the heat that painted your cheeks quickly dissipated. You sadly knew he never meant those three words in the light you hoped he said them in.  

“Are you two holding your nerd fest again?” An older male yawned as he walked past you and Jungkook into the kitchen.

“Oh Jin hyung, good morning.” Jungkook chirped to look up to tired male.

“What do you two want for breakfast?” Jin asked.

“Crepes?” You suggested.

“Fuck yeah, crepes.” Jungkook enthusiastically agreed.

“Okay, coming right up. (y/n) can you come and help me?” Jin said, as he started to take out ingredients for the batter. You hopped to your feet, to join Jin the kitchen. Jungkook involuntarily pouted as his favorite support player left him to play on his own.

“Jungkook what do you want in your crepe?” You asked, pulling out the fruits you wanted.

“Can you make me that protein crepe you always make me? Also can I have a chocolate and strawberry crepe?” Jungkook requested. Already at his age Jungkook was tall and pretty muscular, he also had a fast metabolism that left him always hungry. Sometimes you found yourself running from your house to the gym to drop off snacks for Jungkook while he was at practice. It was a bit of a pain in the butt, but you didn’t mind because it helped you get some exercise in. You washed strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries; while Jin was cooking the delicate crepes. You pulled one golden sheet and loaded it up with egg whites that were already cooked, ham, and a sliced avocado. You folded up the crepe, and moved onto the second crepe. You slathered the second crepe with a chocolate spread, and sliced strawberries; also folding up that crepe.

“Here you go muscle pig.” You said as you placed Jungkook’s plate down on the table.

“Thank you mom, thank you dad.” Jungkook said, as he sat down to eat. Both you and Jin looked at him.

“Wait, who’s ‘mom’ and who’s ‘dad’?” You asked curiously.

“Well isn’t obvious?” Jungkook took a bite out of the savory crepe first. “Jin is ‘mom’ and you are ‘dad’.”

“How so?” Jin wondered.

“Jin is the one who takes care of me the most, he always watches over me, cooks me food. And (y/n) you’re the one who can not be trusted with me, because you will probably lead me off a cliff. Also you do the least amount of work when taking care of me, and I will always ask where Jin is because I don’t want to die while I am with you.” You felt your eyebrow twitch with anger as you processed everything Jungkook said. You were about to say something, but Jin’s windshield wiper laugh cut you off.

“Haha that is one of the most accurate things I have ever heard.” He said in between giggles.

“That is so not true I am perfectly capable of taking care of Jungkook, I do not endanger him all the time.” You argued.

“That is so not true (y/n) that is a load of bull.” Jungkook said,

“He’s not wrong.” Jin agreed.

“Don’t expose me!” You screamed, “You two are so rude.” You said, taking your place at the dining table to eat with your plate.

“I will kill you both as you sleep.” You threatened, followed by you shoving a mouthful of crepe into your mouth. You sulked as you ate your crepe as Jungkook watched you with his wide bunny eyes and his two front teeth resting on his pink lips. Jin observed the younger creepily staring at his crush and chuckled to himself silently.

‘You two are the stupidest kids in love.’ He thought as he started to eat his own breakfast.

“(y/n) remember you have to play Overwatch with me after practice today. I want to win in Lucio ball so I could get summer loot boxes.” Jungkook said, pointing his fork at you. You rolled your eyes at Jungkook’s request.

“Yeah, I’ll try to play. Depends on how much homework I finish before practice today.”

“No exceptions...except for homework.”

“Yeah yeah I’ll be there.” You said, as you took your plate to the sink. “Also I don’t have any extra snacks in my bag, so I can’t run to the badminton gym to refuel your dumb ass. I have enough for only me.” You added.

“Fine I’ll bring my own food.” Jungkook grunted. Jungkook followed your lead and placed his own dirty dish in the sink.

There was knock on your door and your ears perked as you heard the sound of knuckles against the wood. Your head peeked out of your room, and you ran to the door with your bag and books in hand.

“That’s Jimin. We’re going to study at the library together. See ya Kook, see ya Jin.” You said as you dashed out the door. Jungkook could hear your voice from behind the closed door as you greeted Jimin happily. Jungkook wrinkled his nose in envy as you walked away with the handsome physical therapist major.

“You’re jealous again.” Jin said, not even making eye contact with Jungkook.

“Am not.” Jungkook defended.

“Unlike you muscle pig, I use my eyes to see. I know wrinkle your nose as if you smelled rotten eggs stuffed in a old sock, when you are jealous.”

“But why does (y/n) spend all of her time with Jimin.” Jungkook whined. “It is so unfair hyung.” Jungkook motioned to the door, from which you left.

“Ah poor muscle pig...” Jin ‘tsked’, chaking his head. “You train all of your bodily muscles, but never train your brain to become stronger. You do remember (y/n) and Jimin have the same major right? It does make sense that they would study together.” Jin explained.

“I don’t care about that. Jimin still gets her attention.” The poor bunny boy was still pouting.

“Uh who’s the one who makes (y/n) run from our house to the gym to deliver carrots and apples to them? Or plays Overwatch with them until four in the morning? (y/n) practically hovers around you whenever she has free time.” Jin pointed out.

“You’re right...” Jungkook sighed dejectedly. “ I do make her do a lot of things with me.”

“Yeah, remember in high school you would close your locker around the same time (y/n) would just so the two of you could walk home together?” Jin teased.

“Yah, don’t remind me about my unfertilized cell days.” Jungkook screamed at the older.

                                                         ~

Jungkook was doing squats with weights for his practice as he still thought about you and Jimin. The both of you would be like a power couple on campus. The best freestyle swimmer and butterfly swimmer together? That is a match made in heaven. You and Jimin were probably easily the most charming people in your university; you both had many diverse talents; rarely lost your tempers; would be kind to anyone, even though you could secretly hate them, but never admit that out loud.

“Jungkook? Jungkook!!” A female voice interrupted him from his squats. Jungkook looked up to see a female teammate waiting for the weight bar.

“The last circuit is up, you’re supposed to be at the medicine balls now.” She said.

Jungkook licked his chapped lips out of bad habit, for when he was embarrassed because he did something wrong he would lick his lips. “R-right. I’ll get to it, sorry.” He apologized and walked over to the weighted balls. Usually around this time you would have stopped studying to deliver some sort of snack to him on your way to swim practice. He chuckled to himself as he remembered that sometimes you would run as fast as you could because you lost track of time and you were running late for practice. However, you still found time to drop off a tangerine or a bag full of nuts.

                                                          ~

“Hey nice run today (y/n), I can’t believe we pr’d.” Sungkyung said, slapping your back. Sungkyung was part of your relay team, and she swam the back stroke portion.

“I mean I can’t be the only who can makes it possible, all of you guy help me.” You said, rubbing your wet hair, that was a few shades lighter than your actual (h/c) shade, with a (f/c) towel.

“(y/n) are you going to join the co’ed relay team? You are the fastest free style swimmer.” Hyeja asked. You wrinkled your face as you thought about the possibility.

“I’m no too sure...” You trailed, “I mean there’s probably someone who wants to swim in the race.”

“But Park Jimin is going to swim in the butterfly leg, it’ll be the perfect team. Guaranteed to bring home the gold.” Jayeon fantasized.

“Talk about Park Jimin...” Hyeja, smiled and elbowed you in the arm.

“He’s coming~” Jayeon squealed, as the broad shoulder swimmer came walking towards your group.

“We’ll see you later (y/n), good practice!” Syungkyung said, a little too loudly obvious, as she herded Jayeon and Hyeja away from you.  You waved them off, and turned to talk to Jimin.

“Hey (y/n)...” Jimin said, as you stopped right in front of you. His short pink hair was already dry, and looked fluffy to the touch. The both you were wearing the same swim team jackets of black and baby blue, with your university name printed on it. You both also had swim bags slung across your bodies of the same black and blue, stuffed with wet swim suits, goggles, caps, and towels. You could smell the permanent faint scent of chlorine that clung to Jimin’s tan skin, from all of the countless practices Jimin attended. The chlorine was also mixed with Jimin’s natural scent, it reminded you of clean sheets and detergent.

“What’s up Jimin.” You said, greeting him.

“So are you going to join the coed relay team for the freestyle leg?” He asked.

“Most likely I’m not going to join. I think there are other girls who would want to swim that leg. I’ll see, if there isn’t anyone who doesn’t want to swim the freestyle, I’ll do it.” You answered. Jimin stared at you with complete adoration, he thought your consideration was admirable.

Jungkook was biking towards the swim center. He was done with his night classes so he thought maybe you would want a ride back to the house. He clutched the brakes of his bike as he saw you and Jimin standing together.

“So did you want to go and get dinner with me? My treat, we can go wherever you want.” Jimin offered, with a shy smile. Jungkook looked at you Jimin sadly, he thought you were going to say ‘yes’ so there was point in him being there. So turned in the direction of the house, and sped off. His anger and sadness, pumping the pedals of his bike.

You remembered what you promised Jungkook earlier today, and shook your head. “I’m sorry Jimin, but I’m going to have to decline.’

“Oh....” Jimin said sadly, and looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry... I just promised my roommate something, and I have to hold that to him.” You admitted, smiling as you thought about the bunny like boy.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just catch you at another time, okay?” You could see the melancholy behind Jimin’s kind smile.

“Okay..” You said quietly.

“I’ll see you then (y/n).” Jimin said, as he walked away, waving to you. You waved back and watched his figure walk away. When Jimin was gone, you turned to walk home. On your way home you stopped in a restaurant to order some lamb skewers for your two little, not so little, kids.

“I’m home.” You announced, slipping your shoes off. The plastic bag that held the skewers of meat rustled with every step you took.

“Where’s Kook?” You asked, expecting him to be on his laptop already playing.

“The bunny edge lord is sulking in his room.” Jin said, not even looking up from his rose gold iphone. You placed the plastic bag on the table, and Jin looked up from his screen.

“Don’t eat them all, the bunny still needs to eat. You might lose your fingers if you eat them all.” You said without missing a beat.

“Bunny Kook you in there?” You knocked on the bedroom door. You heard the rustling of sheets, but no pads of feet walking across the floor. You knew Jungkook never locked his door, so you pushed the door open. Jungkook was curled up on his bed cradling the medium sized Iron Man tsum tsum you gave him.

“Wow who stole your carrots?” You joked, hoping maybe you could bring Jungkook out of whatever funk he was in, if you approached comically. Jungkook sat up to look at you, still holding the soft toy.

“Park Jimin.” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Park Jimin? When did he bite you in the butt?” You said.

“Today, like an hour ago when he asked you out to dinner.” Jungkook screamed. You were a bit taken back from Jungkook’s confession.

“Wait, what do you mean by that Jungkook?” Your face straightened with seriousness.

“I-I....uh....” Jungkook shrank back a little, squeezing the Iron Man tightly. “Aish, I’m such dumb muscle pig...but I really like you (y/n). Maybe I don’t actually like you, I’m in love with you. You just compliment me so well, you help me where I am weak, and I always find joy in helping you in where you need it. You are super considerate towards me, you probably take care of me better than I can care for myself. You work hard, but you play hard, always making it fun to play with you. Only you play Overwatch with me every time I ask, you bring me snacks when I ask, and you make me whatever I ask for. It’s a bit selfish that I take advantage of your kindness, from time to time, but I fell in love with you. You are the perfect level of weirdness, kindness, and beauty. Only someone who does not have their five senses is the only one who can’t fall in love with you.” Jungkook hung his head lowly, after he confessed.

“I agree with you.” You said warmly.

“What?” Jungkook looked up to meet your warming smile, that made his heart flutter.

“I think the only person who can’t fall hopelessly in love with a weird mutated bunny like you, is someone without their five senses.” You confessed.

“Wait you really mean it?” Jungkook asked, round eyes filled with hope. You walked Jungkook and squeezed his large frame with your arms.

“Of course I mean it.” You said. Jungkook pulled you away from him, but captured you again with his lips.

“It’s about time that my two dumb roommates have found out that maybe you two have mutual feelings.” Jin screamed. Jungkook held you in his arms as the two of you giggled at your older roommate.

“Shall we go? There is lamb skewers and Overwatch waiting for you.” You said, earning a smile from Jungkook.

“Of course, I get to have my three favorite things in the world.”

“Okay, I know you like Overwatch and lamb skewers. What is the third thing?” You asked.

“You~” Jungkook answered cheesily as he nuzzled his bunny nose against you cheek. “Ew, you smell chlorine.” Junkook pulled away and crinkled his nose.

“What did you expect from me you dumb muscle pig?” You chuckled.

“But I am your dumb muscle pig~”

~Extra~

“Are you ready for this (y/n)?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Yes, I am ready.”

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”

“Yes Jungkook my body is so ready.” You answered,

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Just hurry up and do it Jeon!!” You screamed, begging.

“Okay...three...two...one!” Both you and Jungkook opened your summer loot box. You saw a flash of yellow flipped on your screen. Your excitement was building up. But when all of your prizes settled you saw McCree dressed as a life guard. You stared at your screen with shock. 

“I got the McCree skin what?!” You screamed. Jungkook then opened his mouth. 

“The fuck I got the Mercy skin!” 

Lingo: (in order of appearance) 

DPS: Damage per second. A DPS hero is the hero that does the most damage in the game in terms that they usually get the most elminations in a game

Hammer downs: Reinhardt’s ultimate ability.

Tanker: Term used for someone who mainly plays a tank hero.

LW Blue: A competitive gaming team from South Korea. 

Spawn: The area where one team begins or re-spawns when killed.

Rez: Short for resurrect. Mercy’s ultimate in the game allows her to bring dead teammates back to life.  

Solo Rez: To use resurrect for one person. 

Solo ult: To use a hero’s ultimate for one person.

Pocketing: When healer uses all of their abilities for one person, and ignore the other team. Healers usually pocket tanks.

Meta: Any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game. In this situation I am referring the team composition as the method of strategy used.

Pr’d: To beat a personal record. PR means personal record. 

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Midnight Whisperings

This is based off a conversation i had while talking to Anne ( @pudgypatrick ) and figured why not write it? 

Fluffy fetus Peterick (this is trash but thanks)

TW: light angst and fluff, warnings for depression/suicide mentions 

The van wasn’t exactly the biggest place to sleep. Usually they rotated who drove and who slept. Tonight, it was Joe in the passenger, Andy driving, and Pete and Patrick in the back. 

Drives after shows were always the quietest. They were exhausted and gross and just wanted to get to the next stop and a shower. It was a rule not to wake anyone up unless necessary. Which is why when someone softly prodded his shoulder Patrick shot up, confused and nearly headbutting the person leaning beside him. 

“Sorry!” Pete whispered loudly, crouching beside him. Patrick glared at him. 

“Why’d you wake me up?” 

Pete looked down at his hands, suddenly very quiet and not like himself. “Can’t sleep Tricky.. Nightmares.. It’s been bad for days.” Patrick nodded in understanding. Pete had explained to him before about the nightmares and the insomnia, but this was his first time ever coming to him about it. 

“How can I help,” Patrick asked, scooting into a more comfortable position. Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he looked over at Pete. The bassist looked confused and shocked but happy. 

“Can I just.. Can I just sleep with you? I know you don’t like me being all clingy but..” Patrick rolled his eyes and unzipped his sleeping back, allowing Pete to curl up close to him. Patrick carefully zipped it back up, ignoring how their knees and chests were touching, and instead focused on how insanely warm Pete was. The man was a fucking space heater. 

He hummed appreciatively, wrapping an arm around Patrick’s middle as he tucked his head under Patrick’s chin. The singer shifted uncomfortably before slowly relaxing, tentatively wrapping his arms around Pete and resting his cheek against Pete’s hair. 

They lay there like that for a few moments, Patrick almost drifting back to sleep, before Pete shifted again. Patrick sighed and looked down at him, carefully brushing the hair out of his face. Pete stared up at Patrick sheepishly, dark circles under his eyes. 

“You need to try to sleep Pete,” Patrick whispered, is voice soft, like he would use when speaking to a child. Pete pouted, looking down again. 

“I can’t.. I.. Can you sing to me?” 

Patrick stared at him for a moment, taken aback, before nodding. He allowed Pete to get comfortable before he started singing softly, crooning right into the bassist’s ear. Pete hummed appreciatively and melted into Patrick’s side, his breath slowly becoming steady and hot on Patrick’s skin. 

Once he was sure Pete was out Patrick relaxed. His fingers lightly trailed up and down Pete’s back, careful not to disturb him, continuing to hum quietly into his ear. After a few moments Patrick felt himself begin to doze off, and he lightly kissed Pete’s grossly messy hair before closing his eyes. 

When Patrick woke up the next day, he was alone in his sleeping bag. It still smelled like Pete; his hair and musk and something vaguely fruity. Patrick burrowed into the scent, into the warmth, before finally giving in and getting up. Pete was sitting in the middle seat, directly in front of him. Patrick could faintly hear the music from his earbuds. After he stretched Patrick leaned forward, poking the bassist in the neck. Pete turned and took out his earbuds, looking at Patrick in confusion.

The singer smiled sheepishly, leaning forward to put his chin on the seat. “Did you get any sleep?” he asked quietly, studying Pete’s face. The lines and bags seemed to have cleared up a little, but there was still something off.. His lips were pulled down more, there was a little crease in his brow, and the faint purplish circles hadn’t left their spot under his eyes. Patrick reached out tentatively, touching the side of Pete’s face with his fingertips before smoothing down his hair. 

Pete’s breath hitched when their skin met, and he sighed once Patrick’s fingers were in his hair, leaning into the touch. Sometimes he swore that Pete would start purring; the over-affectionate loser loved being touched. Pete closed his eyes, humming once before Patrick pulled his hand away. 

Pete’s eyes opened, and they looked less tired now, more relaxed. “I got a little sleep. Maybe four hours? Better than nothing though.” Patrick nodded his agreement, frowning at his friend. He couldn’t help it; he worried about Pete, wanted to save him just like Pete had saved Patrick, even if he didn’t know that he did. 

Pete rolled his eyes and poked Patrick’s hand. “Stop worrying mom, I’m fine,” 

Patrick grumbled, but smiled as he pulled back. Pete shifted in his seat, turning his body more towards him. 

“Andy said we’re gonna stop for gas and food soon. If we’re careful I think we could get hotel rooms after the show tonight?” the excitement was obvious in Pete’s voice. 

It had been roughly a week since the last time any of them had slept in a bed, and about that same amount of time since their last shower. All of them needed the luxury, even if the motel was shitty and the water didn’t stay warm. Anything to feel human again. 

Patrick nodded before climbing over the seat, plopping down beside Pete to wait for the stop. 

After show bliss only lasted for so long. By the time they reached the motel parking lot Patrick was exhausted and gross and sore. Pete, however, stayed on the rush like it was his favorite drug. 20 minutes later and he was still buzzing, smiling and talking loudly to anyone who would listen, and being very very clingy, especially to Patrick. 

The singer secretly didn’t mind. For one it was absolutely the best thing in the world to have your highschool crush hanging all over you, pressing kisses to your face and shoulders and hugging you close. But it also made Patrick so damn happy to see Pete so happy. The guy was hardly ever this genuinely overjoyed, and despite his rouse of pushing Pete away, he really did love seeing him happy. 

When Joe walked back out with the room keys, he was frowning, and sighed before speaking. 

“We only had enough cash for two rooms. We gotta share again.. Everyone cool with that?” After making sure everyone nodded, he continued,” and because none of us have showered in forever I choose to bunk with Andy for the 5th time in a row. You two,” he scrunched up his nose at Pete and Patrick,” are disgusting.” 

Patrick huffed, rolling his eyes, but Pete grinned, white teeth on display. He threw an arm around Patrick shoulders, snatching the key from Joe. 

“Fuck off Trohman. Pattycakes and I will be disgusting if we damn well please. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go jack off in the shower,” Pete announced, turning on his heel. He drug Patrick along with him, despite the singer’s protests, and was still beaming when he opened the door. 

“After you,” he said, half bowing. Patrick rolled his eyes, thumping Pete’s head as he walked past. Patrick threw his stuff on the bed by the window, shrugging off his jacket. He heard Pete close the door behind him, throw his stuff on the floor, and immediately fall backwards onto the bed. Patrick didn’t even have to turn around to know how he’d look, he did this every time. He would be spread eagle, smiling up at the ceiling, shirt riding up a bit to show his stomach and maybe the tops of his boxers.. Patrick stopped himself, huffing as he pulled out the last clean pair of clothes he had, and his laptop. 

Pete rolled off his bed and leaned against Patrick’s. 

“I was kidding about the jacking off thing by the way. Do you wanna shower first? I can chill here for a bit, go get some food and maybe beg Andy to help us do out laundry. I saw a washroom downstairs somewhere.” 

Patrick nodded, balling up his clothes in his arms. “Thanks, all my clothes are in the suitcase.” 

Pete nodded, watching Patrick walk into the bathroom. As soon as he was gone, Pete’s shoulders slumped, and he fell forward, his face pressing into Patrick’s mattress. He got some sleep last night, sure, but that didn’t mean the nightmares stopped. Patrick helped.. he had helped a lot. But the dark, fucked up mess that is Peter Wentz’s brain didn’t let up. 

The bassist huffed and got up, taking the laundry downstairs. Andy was already there, looking sleepy as he threw his clothes into the wash. Pete moved beside him silently and started doing the same, both of them content with not speaking. 

Pete sat down on one of the plastic blue chairs nearby and pulled out his phone, waiting for the clothes to wash. Andy hesitated for a moment before sitting beside him. 

“I know you haven’t been sleeping well man,” he started, straight to the point,” do you want to talk about it?” Pete smiled, shaking his head. 

“I’m good. Same old same old, y’know? I’ll be fine Hurley, don’t worry.” Andy nodded, patting his knee. The drummer really was a good friend; he trusted him a lot, Andy was always good to talk to. 

Pete thought for a moment before tapping Andy’s arm. “Actually.. I.. You don’t think I’m annoying, do you?” 

Andy’s eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at Pete for a moment. “Pete, I know you’re annoying. It’s one of the best things about you, and I’m sure everyone would agree with me. Where did that come from man?” 

Pete shrugged, looking down. The concrete floor was disgusting, gum stuck to the ground and god knows what staining the cement. He studied the ground for a few seconds before answering. 

“I’m.. I get really clingy, I know I do. You don’t.. You don’t think it bothers anyone too much?” 

Andy’s face was soft, blue eyes caring. He was smiling up at Pete, and suddenly the bassist was overcome with gratefulness for his friend. 

“Pete, you should know better than that man. We all love you, everyone. You may be clingy and annoying and loud and an asshole at times, but I don’t any one of us would have you any other way.” Andy shook his head, turning away from Pete ,” We love you man. You’re okay.” 

Pete smiled, his eyes watering slightly. Andy was a really good friend. He hugged him tightly, grinning into his shoulder, until Andy shook him off to take his laundry back upstairs. The drummer left with a wave, and Pete was alone. 

He pulled out his phone, deciding to text and see what Patrick was up to. 

pwheezy: hey wat u doin? :)

tricktalyfe: garageband. you still downstairs? 

pwheezy: yup. u need anythin?

tricktalyfe: not really, just wondering. you wanna watch ghostbusters when you get back? it’s on tv. 

pwheezy: YES tht sounds great thnks tricky

tricktalyfe: just hurry up, and grab some soda while you’re on the way back please? 

pwheezy: u got it lunchbox ;) <3

Pete smiled at his phone, pocketing it when he stood. He carefully got up all of their clothes, stopping by the vending machine on his way upstairs. He kicked against the hotel room door with his foot, waiting for Patrick to let him in. 

The singer answered the door in pajamas, his hair still damp and sticking down on his forehead. Pete’s grin got bigger as he stepped inside; Patrick had apparently ordered pizza for them both. 

Pete jumped into his bed moments later, clutching a soda and paper plate of pizza, Patrick sitting crosslegged beside him as they watched ghostbusters. It felt like they were younger again, hanging out in Joe’s basement. Pete cherished moments like this, where they just got to be best friends again. It made him want this every day of his life, these sweet moments with Patrick. 

Eventually, Patrick looked down to see Pete sleeping soundly. There was pizza sauce still smeared on his face and his mouth was open slightly, but he seemed so peaceful. The sight made Patrick feel warm, and he was smiling the entire time he cleaned up their mess. He wiped Pete’s face carefully, trying not to wake him up, before tucking him in and crawling into his own bed. Patrick was content and sleepy, out as soon as his head hit his pillow. 

Something’s wrong. It was the first conscious thought Patrick had as he sat upright suddenly, eyes wild as he scanned the motel room. Light was filtering in from the windows, and he could make out Pete moving around on his bed. Patrick could hear him making little whimpering noises, his face scrunched up in pain. He was having another nightmare, a bad one this time. Patrick’s heart broke when Pete let out a little cry of pain, and he scrambled out of bed quickly. Not knowing what else to do, Patrick crawled into Pete’s bed beside him, easing the bassist into his arms. Pete woke up at some point during this and started crying in earnest, wrapping his arms around Patrick’s middle and sobbing into his chest. 

Patrick held him tight until he calmed down, whispering words of comfort and petting his hair. Once his cries were reduced to only sniffles, Patrick spoke. 

“Do you want to tell me what the dream was about?” Pete swallowed, pulling back from Patrick slightly. He kept his eyes down as he spoke. 

“I.. W-We got into another f-fight and you.. I .. I fucked up, and am fucked up, and m-made you and everyone else h-hate me and.. and so I left a-and jumped and you.. You didn’t even go.. To th-the funeral and.. and...” Pete shook his head, unable to go any further. Patrick just pulled him close again, letting Pete calm down once more before speaking. 

“Pete..” Patrick could feel his heart breaking. Is this what scared Pete? That they’d fight, that they’d all leave him? That Patrick wouldn’t care if he died? Shaking his head, Patrick leaned back, meeting his eyes. “Pete,” his voice was soft, and he held Pete’s face in his hands as he spoke. “Even if we fight, or I get mad. No matter what I say, you’re my best friend. I’m not gonna abandon you man, and.. And if you.. I..,” Patrick swallowed, closing his eyes to lean forward and press his lips against Pete’s temple. “Loosing you would kill me Petey.”

Pete nodded, hiding in Patrick’s chest again. The singer shifted, getting comfortable before starting to sing. It was quiet and soft, Pete humming along after a few moments. Suddenly Patrick yawned, and Pete was struck with guilt. He was exhausted and they were going to be busy tomorrow, and Pete was keeping him up. 

“Enough of that. I’m fine.” Patrick shook his head, staring pointedly at Pete. Sometimes he could swear Patrick could read his mind. Regardless, he nodded, shifting in Patrick’s arms. 

“Thank you,” he whispered suddenly, closing his eyes. Patrick smiled, brushing hair away from Pete’s face. 

“Any time Pete. Always come get me if you need okay?”

Pete nodded, sighing as he got comfortable in Patrick’s arms. The singer was struck with the thought that for some reason, they fit perfectly like this. As if they were supposed to fall asleep like this every night. 

Trying not to tremble at the thought, Patrick ran his fingers through Pete’s hair, trying to coax him back to sleep. He hummed, practically purring as he leaned into Patrick’s touch. The noise made it hard for Patrick to swallow, but he took it further. Patrick’s hands moved down, fingers trailing along Pete’s spine. 

Patrick felt Pete tense before relaxing, pressing his face further into Patrick’s shirt. Patrick swirled his fingers around, tracing patterns on Pete’s skin. The bassist hummed appreciatively, fists balling up into Patrick’s shirt. 

“Sleep,” Patrick murmured, lips brushing Pete’s ear. The bassist nodded, squeezing Patrick gently, his breathing slowly starting to slow down. Patrick fell asleep quickly, still holding the other man tightly. 

AN: i had more for this but every single time it always ends up lowkey smutty so im just gonna post as is, i hope you enjoyed!! let me know what you think maybe? :)

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25 Gamers On The Most Gruesome Story That Stuck With Them Long After They Finished Playing

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25 Gamers On The Most Gruesome Story That Stuck With Them Long After They Finished Playing

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1. S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadow of Chernobyl

“In S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadow of Chernobyl, there were several underground research labs full of all kind of spooky and paranormal badness and other sorts of anomalies. It was like exploring a haunted house except the ghosts were real and there’s a psychic force slowly driving you insane. Also it’s pitch black and you can get lost really easily.” — Innalibra

2. Outlast 

“Outlast and Alien Isolation gave me so much anxiety I had to stop playing them.

I managed to complete Outlast and Outlast 2, but I haven’t touched Alien in years. There’s no way I’m going through 20 hours of that shit.” — HearTheEkko

3. Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem

“That game fucked with your head so much using the sanity meter. For those that haven’t played it here are some of things that would happen:

When entering a room, the character may turn into a Zombie, and ‘die’ a moment later or after going through some doors.

Attempting to cast Recover may cause the character’s torso to explode, resulting in a (fake) death of the character.

When entering a room, the character’s limbs may explode in a systematic order, going for the head, the arms and then the torso, resulting in a (fake) death of the character.

When entering a room, the character may shrink or grow while moving. This is most commonly seen in the strange curved corridors of the Forbidden City.

When entering a room and when holding a gun, the character can shoot at nothing at random times or turn around and shoot at the camera leaving a fake bullet hole in the screen. (Similiar to the Prologue of the James Bond movies, and in Resident Evil 2.)

When attempting to reload a gun, it may go off in the character’s stomach, resulting in a (fake) death of the character. This is most prominent in Max’s chapter, for he is the only one without a bigger gun than his flintlock pistols. Revolvers in other chapters have been known to cause this phenomenon to occur as well.

When entering a room, the character’s head falls off (but can be picked up), and levitates on screen reciting ‘HAMLET’.

The screen goes black, as if the TV went off.

Bugs may appear to be crawling on the TV screen.

The game will lower the gameplay volume while displaying a green volume bar, similar to real on-screen TV settings.

The screen goes black and changes to video mode, and you will hear your character getting eaten until they ‘die’. (Even without a ‘Break Free’ control stick, the unseen Zombie can still be pushed away)

A false sneak-preview of a sequel to the game, called ‘Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Redemption’ (the original planned sequel to ‘Sanity’s Requiem’) will appear.

Upon saving your game, a message will say, ‘Are you sure you want to delete all of your Saved Games?’ If you say yes or no, the saved files will be ‘deleted’.

A ‘Blue Screen of Death’ will appear.

You will see the image you see when you start up or reset the game, quoting Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’ in Edward Roivas’ voice.

When the controller is left idle long enough, a still ‘screensaver’ shot of Pious will appear on the screen until a button is pressed.

When you open your inventory screen, all your inventory spaces appear empty.

When entering a room, the character may be unable to move or attack, and the player will get a fake system message telling that a controller isn’t plugged in, while the many zombies attack them.

A fake screen message will appear, congratulating the player for finishing the demo of the game.

The camera begins leaning as the Sanity Meter lowers.” — -eDgAR-

4. Doki Doki

“My old roommate was playing this game and I thought it was some dating sim game. So, I left and went to play some game and I hear him yell ‘JESUS FUCKING CHRIST NO!!!’ and was like ‘yo, wtf dude you alright?’

I kid you not he was white as a fucking sheet and literally shut his computer (gaming laptop) and proceeded to go outside. I’ve known the dude for two years and worked with him for one. He hates going outside… But, not after Doki Doki. That shit made him contemplate life.

I’m scared to even buy the game if it did that to an anti-social recluse.” — xItz_Anthonyx34

5. Bloodborne

“Everything about Bloodborne is disturbing and eerie, the atmosphere, the monsters the unpredictability of the world itself, by far the most tense I felt playing a video game.” — Novasex 

6. Until Dawn

“Until Dawn was pretty fucking well done. At times it was like they were trying to hard, but over all one of the best horror anything I’ve played/watched/read.” — murderousbudgie

7. Amnesia

“I got a cracked version of Amnesia from a friend.

Loaded it, stepped into the main hall, heard scary noises. Have never played again.” — iKILLcarrots

8. Condemned: Criminal Origins

“There is no game that has filled me with a worse sense of dread than Condemned: Criminal Origins.

Yes, the graphics aren’t great and there are a few things that aren’t great, such as the story or a couple levels, but still. I have yet to play a game that has such a good sense of suspense, dread, and fear of the unknown.

It has such good enemy reveals, such as the mannequins in the department store. Or the starving corrupted beings in the sewer.

It uses audio and visuals perfectly, and has very good foreshadowing, such as how you can sometimes look behind you and catch a glimpse of the late game enemies, or how it purposefully misleads you for things such as the locker jumpscare, or how SKX isn’t The Match Maker.

Overall, C:CO is a phenomenal game and I highly suggest everyone to play it if they want a great psychological horror game.” — PhReAkOuTz 

9. Subnautica

“I’ve played a ton of horror games – my roommate and I went on a kick where we’d stream ourselves playing every horror game we could find, from big names like Outlast/Outlast 2 and RE7 to lesser known indie games.

Subnautica has honestly scared me way more than pretty much every one of those. It’s just that feeling that there’s something out there, especially when you’re diving into new areas. I’ve literally jumpscared myself by accidentally driving the Seamoth into a tiny fish without noticing – there’s just way more chances to run into something unexpected that won’t be given away by the soundtrack or something else (most horror games really give away their jump scares).

Love that game.” — blay12

10. The 11th Hour

“I always remember the 7th Guest & 11th Hour creeping me out. The way the games gradually descended into the eerie parts made it more disturbing than games that start right out with the horror and jump scares.” — wj333

11. Silent Hill 

“They might not hold up as well now but I remember being scared shitless playing the first Fatal Frame and Silent Hill games as a kid sitting in the dark down in my basement.” — TheLastSpoonBender

12. Dying Light

“Playing Dying Light at like 1 in the morning. Especially when you got to the point when the running zombies were introduced.” — PM_ME_UR_BOOBSICLES

13. Gone Home

“Gone Home. I was so sure my dead sister’s corpse was going to suddenly tap me on the shoulder. Especially down in that stupid basement. I sprinted to all those lamps immediately.” — olive1112

14. Doom 3

“Probably Doom 3, especially in that dark corridor where the babies were crying.” — DejectedHead

15. Riven

“I remember playing this game as a kid and being absolutely terrified when the wahrk swims up to the window. I could never figure out why everything about the game made me feel so creeped out and uncomfortable but I think [the] emptiness and isolation was what did it.” — JosefGordonLightfoot

16. Dead Space

“The Dead Space series, especially the first game. That game made me jump so many damn times. I loved it!” — nope_noperstein

17. Parasite EVE 

“Parasite EVE for PS1.

Playing it as a kid probably has something to do with why it was so scary to me, but seeing people infected with a sentient parasite and grotesquely mutating was pretty intense.” — Serukaizen

18. Manhunt

“Manhunt, that shit was pretty intense when it first came out… Using things like piano wire to not only choke people to death, but to actually saw the guys head off…

Also came with classic lines such as ‘I can smell the shit in your pants’ whilst being hunted.” — Jee187

19. Penumbra: Overture

“Penumbra: Overture is scary shit, and has a terrific story as well. The entire series is great, although Requiem is more like added content than anything.

The SCP games were super low fi but actually pretty terrifying, too.” — ZeusAmmon

20. SCP Containment Breach

“SCP Containment Breach. I am not trying to sound like a manly badass but there are few horror games that can scare me in the same way as SCP Containment Breach. I always quit the game early because I get scared of the sculpture and don’t feel like playing after that.” — Edgyfaggot6969666

21. Half Life

“I couldn’t play Half Life. Never even saw the first enemy. The sounds and suspense stressed me out too much. Dead Space got me too. I’ve played plenty of horror games but couldn’t do those. I’m sure there were a couple others between those two I’m forgetting. Just some of em strike me the right (wrong?) way.” — rectalstresses

22. First Encounter Assault Recon

“I enjoyed the creepy darkness and sounds/jumpscares in the F.E.A.R Series.” — Uppgrade

23. SOMA

“Have y’all played SOMA? It was good but everything freaked me out even days after I finished it.” — Shiruet

24. Resident Evil 

“Resident Evil 7 is so disturbing and graphic. I had to look away so many times.” — ccr3ds

25. Spooky’s House Of Jump Scares

“Spooky’s House Of Jump Scares.

It starts off cartoony with the cardboard cutouts.

But it goes downhill fast.

And they keep doing the cardboard cutouts to keep you on your toes.” — Pasta-hobo 

[canaryatlaw]

Okay, I need to write this thing and get to bed. Today was good! A bit hectic for obvious reasons but overall good. I woke up around 1:13ish, and got dressed then started packing all the other items I needed to grab, basically just toiletries and stuff I hadn't thrown in my bag yet, so that didn't take very long. I went downstairs and decided on pizza rolls as an appropriate breakfast because why the fuck not, so I ate those while scrolling through my laptop to deal with anything pressing before we left for the airport. One of my high school teachers who has MS and is confined to a wheelchair recently got into a car accident, and while he's okay his van was totaled, and of course it was a special handicap van so it's gonna cost a lot to replace, so there's a gofundme being run by some former students to raise money so he can get a new one. My parents know the family as well so I was talking to my dad about donating, and he immediately wanted to know the details of the accident and if they could go after the other driver's insurance for a payment, so he's probably going to pursue that route since he has the legal ability to do so, lol, but probably make a donation too. Around 3 our ride to the airport showed up, it's the same family friend who drove me home from the airport last week, and soon we were on our way. He talked with my mom for most of the ride so I didn't have to carry too much of the conversation and was mostly on my phone for the ride. We made pretty good time, and it didn't take us too long to get into the actual airport from the entrance, which is an accomplishment because laguardia has a ridiculous construction project going on right now and the traffic because of it can be beyond insane (the main reason my parents have been flat out refusing to fly out of laguardia, but I've been very stubborn about it lately because otherwise my travel time is legit twice as long and I'm sick of it). But we got checked in and got through security in no time. Somehow I ended up with the TSA precheck on my boarding pass, I think because my mom booked the tickets and she has it for some reason (she never registered but has always just had it, lol) so that was a bit more convenient. I've been trying to get signed up with it forever now but my damn passport is MIA so that's been hampering my efforts unfortunately. Ugh. So we get through the rather small area of the terminal by our gate and we wait. We ended up there fairly early because that was when we could get dropped off, so we had a good amount of time to hang out. I was on my laptop for a little while, but unlike the other airports I've been to for some reason laguardia will only let you have one free 30 minute wifi session, where at the others you can just keep renewing it, so that was a bit irritating to discover. There wasn't much as far as food options in our section, so I ended up getting some chicken noodle soup and an apple cinnamon croissant from au bon pain, which is an untraditional combination but I ate them separately of course, lol. They just happened to be the two things that appealed to me. So I hung out and tried not to run down my phone battery too much, which I was mostly successful in thankfully. It was getting rather close to our boarding time and there was like no staff at our gate, and the monitor that displays the flight going out of there hadn't been working, so I began to suspect something was wrong. When the boarding time came and nobody was there, I went and checked the monitors, and sure enough it had our flight going out of another gate, and it was in the process of boarding. Crap. There was no announcement made and there were plenty of other people waiting at the gate we were at, it just turns out they weren't waiting for the same flight as us. Thankfully the other gate was just on the other side, so we ran over there quickly and literally just made it on, so that was a bit of a close call (my mom had checked the monitors earlier so I assumed she would have noticed a gate change, but apparently she didn't think to look, so I get credit for saving the day). Stuff like this is a fairly common occurrence in traveling with my family because, well, frankly they're just bad at it and they make stupid mistakes like that all the freaking time, whether it's at an airport or on a road trip or what else. It's why I generally prefer traveling alone, lol. But this is definitely not the first time I've been the only one to pick up on something that ended up being a huge deal. Sigh. Oh well lol, crisis avoided for today at least. And a good one too, because there definitely wouldn't have been another flight to this airport tonight, so that would've been a big issue. So we board, and we end up waiting a bit to take off, and then our captain gets on the loud speaker and says we're probably gonna have to wait another half hour before we can get cleared for take off so of course everyone was like UGH, but then not even 5 minutes later he was back on saying we suddenly got moved ahead of a bunch of planes and were taking off now, so that was cool! I was teasing my mom that the sudoku puzzles they always have in the back of the airline magazine were too easy (the hard one was already completed on both of ours) being that I completed both the easy and medium ones before we even got off the ground. But that may just be a sign that I've played too much sudoku and am now a little too proficient at it compared to most people, lol. But once we got in the air I switched over to reading fanfiction as my source of entertainment, and proceeded to do that for the rest of the flight. I still have several more downloaded that I've yet to read for the flight back. We landed just on time and got off the plane pretty soon, their airport is like, super tiny so we got through it quickly and met my cousin and her aunt (the aunt is from the other side of her family, so she's not my aunt) and then ended up waiting a little bit for the baggage claim before heading out. We got back to their house and everyone was around. Basically it's just a ton of relatives in the house right now, but it's literally all adults. I know that by all standards I am also considered an *adult* at this point, but I was the only one from my generation there other than my two cousins who live here, one of which is graduating from high school tomorrow, hence the reason everyone is here. So I was kind of glad I came so at least she's not just surrounded by adults the whole time since her brother tends to be MIA frequently. I sat with my uncle and my cousin's aunt (they live on Long Island so we know them fairly well) for a little while and talked about politics among other things, mostly just about how ridiculous our current climate is and how absolutely ridiculous it's made the people around us (I told them how in my house now they ALWAYS have Fox News playing and consider any criticism of the president heresy and I'm just like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE because it was NEVER like this before he got sworn in and it's so foreign to me). Then we talked about various older relatives and the inappropriate things they say sometimes (I commented that I'm running out of older relatives so I miss these moments, haha) and during this the others were going through an old photo album of my grandmother's that had lots of picks of my mom and her siblings growing up along with some of the grandkids, so we ended up spending a while looking at those and talking about the moments we remember, and how much one person looks like another person in the family. It was nice. And yeah, we mostly just hung out for the rest of the time and commented on the fairly ridiculous local news stories that came on after the hockey game was over (they live in a fairly rural area, and it was clear not all that much news worthy stuff happens here). It was nice. Eventually we started heading to bed, and that pretty much brings us up to now. I'm sharing a bed with my mom in my cousin's room (I said it wasn't fair that we were kicking her out of her room when it's her graduation we're celebrating but she insisted it was okay) and it looks like everything is working out despite their being a lot of people here and there being a lot going on. I know my aunt gets anxious really easily and has been majorly stressed out this whole week, so I think everyone is trying to make things easier on her so she doesn't end of freaking out, lol. She definitely has a lot on her plate at the moment and is prone to getting overwhelmed, and I know nobody wants to see that happen so hopefully everyone will be on their best behavior (apparently earlier during the conversation on inappropriate comments by older relatives, it came up that a great uncle that's here but had already left for the night was stirring up some trouble earlier today, but hopefully that won't be an issue). So yeah, that's about it. Tomorrow we have her graduation with everybody so that should be fun. I have a lot of good memories of vacationing here as a child and I've always really enjoyed being here, soon happy about that. Okay, it's late and this is long so I'll shut up now. Goodnight my friends. Happy Friday.