#like i Know that bold ass jacket and those tall ass boots are not apart of her uniform. so i am assuming she just really likes leather

[fryknave]

i feel like kirigiri would always faintly smell like mink oil/leather conditioner considering how much of it she wears

[artificialqueens]

That's so Sharon Needles (Shalaska) - Needles4prez

Summary: Sharon had convinced herself for a while now that Alaska had probably entirely moved on from their past years spent together.

AN: This is a short messy fic I quickly wrote after a pretty rough week. It’s cheesy and fluffy and extremely dumb. My apologies if the writing quality is poor, plenty of wine will do that to ya! I’m working on some more serious multi chapter fics for later, but figured this’ll do for now. <3

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Sharon had convinced herself for a while now that Alaska had probably entirely moved on from their past years spent together. It’d been two months since they’d broken up and stopped talking and Sharon couldn’t prevent the thoughts of Alaska hooking up with other people. It was wrong to be fazed by the idea of someone you love bettering themselves by moving on, Sharon knew that much. And, yet she still dreaded the return to her apartment in Pittsburgh, every single night. Sharon hadn’t moved on. She was however, a good liar. Sharon Needles had the ability to plaster on a confident smile that told the world with ease, that she, simply needed no one to rely on for anything. Maybe it’d be an inspiring message to project to everyone, if it hadn’t been so damn untrue. Parts of Sharon’s life were blessed, she ensured that she never found herself becoming ungrateful for all that her friends and chosen family have done for her. She had secured a strong career for herself, built her life from the ground up, and succeeded in receiving a rewarding paycheck at the end of each month. All was well, to the eye of an outsider. But, no one saw the Sharon who would have outbursts, cursing Alaska’s name as any minor thing goes wrong.

Their apartment was much messier now that Alaska was gone, beer cans were scattered all over the floor’s surface, no longer a pretty blonde there to gladly pick them up after her self-proclaimed PBR Princess. Cooking rarely took place anymore, Sharon stumbling into the poxy home space in the late hours, occasionally able to catch a takeaway place in time. Sure, neither her or Alaska had been fantastic cooks to begin with, but they made it work. It was an enjoyable experience, laughter erupting from the two of them as they regularly managed to burn the bottom of their pan with something as simple as pasta bake. Sharon at most times can feel her mind slipping away, and next thing she knows, she’ll be stood in the centre of her kitchen envisioning Alaska wrapping her arms around her waist, slender arms squeezing with nothing but love. The worst times were always at night, and they only worsened when Sharon had to lay alone in bed, alienated and desperate for her previous lifestyle to somehow snap back into existence. Usually clinging to her cat Cerrone, or sometimes a pillow, in dire need for any form of touch; it constantly felt impossible to adapt to whatever this pitiful routine had become. Though it wasn’t easy, Sharon had for the past two months, avoided her most nearby gay bar like the plague. It would’ve been naive to think that she would manage to not come into contact with Alaska, and Sharon knew it’d hurt with more than she could handle if she did see her. Alaska would blatantly be doing just fine, upbeat and left scarless from the painful break up, while Sharon is cut and resentful. At least, that’s how things had been going before that night. That night at 11 PM where Sharon discarded the half-empty Chinese noodle box on her kitchen counter, assured herself she was better than this - she was Sharon Needles after all, and took out her favourite silk black dress from her closet, changing and throwing on a pair of heeled knee-high boots that flattered her shapely legs. A few years after being with Alaska, Sharon had admittedly started to eat much better and regularly than before, the tiniest sight of podge seeping above the tight fit of her undergarments. She was tired of weeping each night with no one by her side, tired of being terrified of the mere thought of bumping into Alaska at the bar they both loved so dearly, tired of pretending that she’s okay without the tall girl who had been her companion for almost 3 years now. It was ridiculous, maybe even pathetic. Sharon Needles had been fooling herself for two whole months now, and for what? If any time was her time, it was now. It was likely the alcohol that’d built up this steep hill of courage, and it worked for her. So, proudly, she slipped essentials into her purse, and exited her apartment complex, headed for the Blue Moon. The cold weather lingering on the streets brought a small chill to Sharon’s exposed skin, goosebumps rising and tickling the back of her neck, trailing its way down past her shoulders, and to the very bottom of her arms. She should’ve worn her leather jacket, but she knew if she spent any more time in her apartment, that this sudden rush of pride and bravery, would soon slowly fade. She brushed off the sensation, caressing her arms softly and swinging her long black hair over her shoulders and quickening her pace with determination. “Ouch, watch where you’re going for fucks sake!” A voice hisses, the sounds of whines and whimpers following behind. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Sharon quickly recovers from her collision with the other lady, holding out a hand apologetically for the girl who’s ass is currently on the sidewalk. The stranger reaches for the hand, and only as her head tilts up to connect her eyes with the clumsy person in front her, does it become clear to Sharon that it’s Alaska who’d toppled over. They stay silent for a moment as Alaska’s petite self gets heaved up, and Sharon can’t help but flush crimson at the awkward encounter. Prior to this, Sharon had rehearsed manys ways that the two would reunite, but this - was certainly not one of those ways. The blonde was repping a hot pink lipstick topped with a gloss, smokey eyeshadow, an obnoxious red bow the colour of Sharon’s cheeks tied into her tall ponytail, a tight red cocktail dress that fit her slender body perfectly; fabric clinging to her slim figure, hugging her long thin legs which made their existence known with thanks to the absence in length of the dress. Sharon tried not to stare too hard, but the way she had wiggled her body to get back on her feet caused the skirt of her dress to hitch up even higher. “I miss you, Alaska.” Sharon had never been one to beat around the bush, the intensity of her bluntness normally too much for people to know how to work with. It wasn’t always quite this bad, however. “How many beers?” It wasn’t an angry response, infact, the words were hushed like a whisper. Alaska was the only person who truly knew Sharon beneath the surface, the only person who had seen her vulnerable side, the self-doubt, the lack of confidence. She wasn’t stupid, this boldness stemmed from someplace else than just her natural mindset. “Two,” Sharon wanted to deny having had any, but knew better. She shoved her hand into her purse and rumadged it around blindly in search for a cigarette, or maybe a vape, or maybe a beer - any vice that would help in coping with whatever the fuck this was. A pack of cigarettes were closest to her grasp, so she settled for one and slipped it between her lips, bringing her lighter up and letting out a curse of aggravation under her breath as it stubbornly fails on her a couple times. Alaska snatched the lighter out from her hand, lazily pushing it back into Sharon’s purse with one hand, and stealing the cigarette with the other. This time, she places it between her own lips, holding in a cackle at the sight of Sharon who’s smiling smugly at her as she lights the cigarette with her much more trustworthy lighter, exhaling the smoke and blowing it over to Sharon’s face. “Why wait so long if you missed me that much?” Alaska huffs childishy, raising an eyebrow questioningly, and also, a little teasingly. Alaska had been impatiently waiting like a Princess in a tower for Sharon to cave into the pain of the quiet two months, admittedly experiencing aches in the pit of her belly as time continued to pass and concern began threatening her. “Oh, wait, did I say, I missed you? I was talking about Cerrone, he missed you.” She received an audible groan and a pair of rolling eyes for that one. Alaska purposely breathed out more smoke in Sharon’s direction and her lips suddenly curled up into a knowing smirk, one that Sharon had been all-too familiar with. “I have a boyfriend, anyways…” She trailed off, head tilted in favour to her left with two fingers now pressing on Sharon’s bottom lip. Sharon instinctively parted her lips and adjusted her head to take both the fingers in her mouth, sucking long and frustratingly slow; provoking a small gasp from the content blonde. Alaska snappily dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it with her pink heel, quickly returning back to Sharon who’s in a state of complete awe, dragging her fingers out of her mouth and down to Sharon’s chin, ensuring a stripe of dark lipstick marks the journey. “Even if that were true, you know you’ll always be mine.” Alaska shrugged but never denied it. Sharon, getting impatient, grabbed Alaska’s head and pulled her in for a passionate and heated kiss. Alaska’s arms snaked around Sharon’s neck and forcefully brought them closer till their chests slammed together in a motion on the verge of hurting. Sharon’s hands crept down to Alaska’s ass and she groped it, squeezing tightly at the sensation of Alaska’s tongue slipping into her mouth. Sharon could taste the smoke on Alaska’s tongue as it sloppily grazed along Sharon’s teeth and licked a stripe along the roof of her mouth before diving down to tangle their tongues together in an intertwining mess. The actions continued and repeated themselves for a while, until the two collectively pulled back panting and both in search for air. “I love you Alaska,” Sharon’s breathing was still a little unsteady, and her usually haunting tone was trembling as though she were a teenager all over again.  

“I love you too, Noodles.” Sharon bent herself down to be around level with Alaska's stomach, her arms holding securely around the tiny waist of the the tall girl, lifting her up and swinging her body over her shoulder. Alaska is pulled into a fit of girlish giggles as her head dangles about only able to see Sharon’s back, excitedly kicking her legs about while Sharon begins to retrace her steps from earlier and return back to their apartment. “Cerrone’s gonna be ecstatic to have his other mom back.” They both chuckle like little kids and Sharon feels at home again. Truthfully, she couldn’t recall the exact reason for their breakup in the first place, it was likely a petty drunken fight that only resulted in a breakup because neither wanted to apologise first. Within the time frame of almost three years, it hadn’t been the first time a messy breakup had occurred.

“Hey, you know, this kinda felt like the other night when I was carrying that corpse back to my place.”

“That’s so you, Sharon Needles.”

*

Sharon awoke to the blaring sound of her phone’s alarm. She reached her arm over to her bedside table to shut it off, and when she settled back into bed she sprawled her legs out, expectant to feel the warmth of her lover. Instead, her comfort dissolved at the sensation of; nothing. She was still alone, the exact same as every other night before. It had been pure fantasy. She clutched onto her sheets and shoved her face into the stack of pillows all piled on her side of the bed, crying angrily at herself. Moments had been bad, but this was evil.

[alleiradayne]

Unconventional A J2 x Reader RPF Series

After a rousing evening of Friday Night Karaoke at the Supernatural convention, you’re tired and about to go to bed. But then a distinctly familiar laugh echoes through the hallway outside your hotel room door, and sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Part V - Sensational

Summary: After the Saturday Night Special you find yourself back in a hotel room suite with Jensen. Warnings/Tags: Fluff, another boatload of smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fluids, orgasms, dirty talk Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Female Reader Word Count: 3,736 A/N: For the love of everything good in this world, assume everyone involved is single or polyamorous. No. Wife. Hate. Allowed. This series as a whole will fulfill my Polyamory square for @spnkinkbingo​ but not until closer to the end. Beta’d by @atc74​ because she’s awesome and managed to read this hella long buncha nonsense.

Through your groggy haze, you startled as a door slammed shut. The foyer of a hotel suite sprawled before you, ever so subtly different than the one from last night. But it was his soft earthen scent that confirmed your suspicions. You turned around for the door to find Jensen towering over you, his small, easy smile too pretty by half.

When his hand grasped your shoulder, you startled, and he laughed as he said, “Just taking my boots off, sweetheart.”  He shrugged free of his leather jacket and tossed over the back of the chair beside him, then offered to take yours. With your coat placed atop his, he turned back to you and waited, his face an inch away from yours.

“We don't have to do anything,” he said as his hands found home on your hips as though they belonged there. “But I was hoping you'd stay with me tonight. Was a little lonely last night.”

Heat crept up you neck and stung your cheeks, but a boldness found your lips as you closed the space between you. “Did you… think of us?”

How dare he? He had no right to be prettier when he blushed, biting his bottom lip and averting his gaze. Before he replied, his eyes returned to yours and stared from beneath his angular brow. “I did.”

His hands slipped to your ass as your chest met his, and he pulled you in tight. “What did you think of?” you asked.

“Oh, kinky,” he mused. “Well, Jared's… huge. Right. We all know that,” he paused as he turned into the suite and led you through it. “And he's clumsy as hell on set. But damn if that boy doesn't know how to fuck. So, yeah. I thought of him. Huge and towering over you. You’re… you may not think this is true, but you're so tiny.”

The heat in your cheeks spread to your entire body. “I won’t argue with you,” you said. “Would you like to know what we did?”

“I… may have already pried it out of him. But I’d like to hear your side of it,” he said as the two of you rounded the corner for the hallway.

“Now who’s being kinky?” you asked with a coy smirk.  When Jensen’s blush deepened, you reached out for his hand to reassure him. “I’m teasing, I’ll tell you if you want to hear it.”

At the bedroom door, Jensen, swift as a cat, picked you up as easily as he had that morning in the gym. But instead of the same bridal-style carry, he grasped you by the ass and wrapped your legs around his hips as he bore you over the threshold. In his arms, he placed his lips upon yours for a gentle, yet firm kiss as he strode to the bed. His tongue teased at your lips, and you parted for him, eager to taste him, as he set you on the bed.

When he parted from you, he spoke. “I'm curious if your version matches his,” he said as he stood. “But I'm going to get started while you talk. If you don't mind…”

He shed a layer of clothing as he flung his chromatic button down to the floor. When he paused at his belt, his green eyes locked with yours, and the urge to please him pulled the words from your mouth. “He didn't even get my clothes off before he was fingering me.”

Jensen snorted at that. “He's so impatient,” he said. “And he likes fucking with clothes on. Although that's usually only when we have to sneak in a quick one in someone’s trailer.”

The implication of Jensen's words settled after a long confusing moment. “I thought you said you guys didn't really…”

“Cross swords? I guess I didn't want to tell you too much right away,” he explained. “We've been fucking for years.” His face contorted with a grimace. “That was crass. We've been together for many years.”

“Aw,” you sighed. “That's so sweet.”

“Ugh, don't, I'll throw up,” he said as he tore his belt from his pants.

“Careful, Dean. I signed up for Jensen tonight. Not big brother Winchester,” you teased as you leaned back on the bed.

“True, and fair. Although, I gotta say, Dean's probably a better lay than I,” Jensen said as he returned to you. “He might be a little less than tactful, but he does everything he can to make sure his playtime partners are thoroughly pleased by the end.”

You spread your knees as Jensen pried them apart. With a flick of his fingers your jeans came undone, and he grasped the waist of your pants as you spoke. “I find it hard to believe you're any less considerate.”

In one smooth pull, your jeans fell to the floor. “I'm more than considerate,” he said as he leaned over you, hips settled between your thighs. “I'm relentless.” The bulge of his erection rubbed against the fabric of your underwear and elicited a gasp from your parted lips. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied as many times as possible.”

“That’s a tall order,” you teased. “And by the way, Jared gives wicked good head.”

Jensen leaned into your ear and slipped a hand under your shirt as he said, “Oh, I know, honey.” He pulled your shirt overhead and opened his mouth to add another quip, but his jaw fell slack. “Good lord, Y/N. Please tell me you show these off once in a while.”

“What are you—oh!”

Relentless didn't come close to Jensen’s determination. Your bra flew across the room before you knew he had unclasped it. Then, with his hands cupping both of your breasts, he buried his face between them. His tongue sought the stiffened peak of one breast, then shifted to other and sucked the nipple between his lips as he rolled the first with the pad of his thumb. Tongue and fingers worked you into a cascade of moans and sighs as you writhed beneath him. When he released you with a wet pop, Jensen glared from beneath his angular brow and grinned.

“Jared was right,” he said, “your voice is absolutely exquisite.” His fingers hooked into your underwear and tugged. “I wonder if you taste as amazing as he said, too.”

“Why am I telling you what we did,” you gasped as he lay between your thighs, “if you already know?”

“Because it turns me on to hear it,” he said, another devious grin on his lips.

Jensen managed to be confident, demanding, and yet, kind all at the same time. He discarded your underwear with a swift pull, then smoothed his hands along the insides of your thighs, coaxing them apart as you collapsed to your back. Lost in your cloudy thoughts of lust, you wondered at your luck, at the amazing possibility that both men loved eating pussy, were damn good at it, and wanted to taste you.

Massive arms wrapped under your thighs and hauled you to his mouth. His lips sealed around yours and his tongue slipped inside, reaching as far as he could. Each lap teased at your clit, each suck cleansed you of your arousal, and each moan through his nose hummed into your flesh. All combined, he shoved you violently to the limits of your pleasure.

In mere seconds, Jensen had reduced you to a babbling mess. When you struggled against him, he held you in place, a grin smiled against your cunt as he continued his endless pursuit of your climax. You reached out for leverage and found his hair, gripped it tight, and ground your cunt into him. The warmth of release crept ever higher as you begged for more, and Jensen obliged.

Two long, thick fingers slipped inside as he slid his tongue to your clit. He wasted no time setting his rapid pace, fingers pumping into your sopping pussy as his tongue circled your clit.

“Fuck, Jensen, I'm gonna come,” you breathed, “harder.”

The pounding of his fingers slapping against your pelvis nearly drowned out his words. “Yeah, Y/N, come for me. Come on my face.”

That little phrase had done it. The edge had neared, and those four words had pushed you over it, plunging you into a sea of ecstasy. The roiling heat in your belly burst in a shower of sparks all over your body and you convulsed, both hands grasping his hair. That long, hard flex of your cunt felt as though it might last forever. But the second wave of your orgasm released, and you collapsed back onto the bed with a long, high moan.

Jensen withdrew from you and sucked his fingers clean of your cum, then tore his undershirt over his head. “Jared did you no justice, sweetheart. You taste absolutely divine.” He shoved his pants to the floor, revealing thick thighs and an erection that strained against his boxer briefs. That image lasted but a second, for Jensen wrenched his underwear to the floor and knelt between your thighs.

Christ, but he was gorgeous. Huge shoulders tapered to a soft, yet trim waist. And damn those thighs. Where Jared was lean and narrow, Jensen packed on thick muscle everywhere except his belly, a refreshing subversion of expectations.

“You're staring,” he started as he took himself in hand at the base of his cock and stroked.

“There's a lot to look at,” you said with a subtle moan, still breathless from your orgasm. “I couldn't take my eyes off you even if I wanted to. Especially with you doing that.” You pointed at his groin where he continued to stroke himself with small, slow rolls of his wrist.

Jensen blushed again as he grasped your hip with his free hand. “Thanks, babe. I could say the same about you,” he said. “Now, tell me more about last night.”

As you spoke, he leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer from which he withdrew a condom. “Well, before we got to that,” you started, “I sucked his cock.”

Jensen raised a curious brow at that. “All of it?” When you nodded, he shivered. “Would you…”

You sat up without question and wrapped one hand around his cock. Thicker than Jared, what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. Not that there was much to make up for. You angled the tip to your lips as they parted, then reached with your tongue and guided him in, a single smooth suck touching your nose to his pelvis.

Jensen reeled with a snap of his hips. “Fuck, Y/N, that feels… holy shit, that's good, keep going.”

His hands gathered your hair and guided the bob of your head as his hips rocked in rhythm. The subtle sweetness of his skin filled your mouth and mixed with his thin precum your tongue extracted. You wanted to keep going, maybe even finish him off—there was time for more later—but Jensen withdrew from your mouth after a mere minute of your attention.

“Damn, sweetheart, that’s so fucking hot,” he started as he tore open the wrapper. “But I want more of you. And I want to know what happened next.”

A wicked grin curled your lips as you rose to your knees. “Lie down.”

Jensen did as you said. “Is this a… control thing?” he teased.

“It’s an orgasm thing,” you said as you straddled his hips. “Easier for me on top, that's all. Plus, I figure you might enjoy the view. Jared did.”

“Son of a bitch, I wanna see that,” he sighed. “I bet you looked so hot on top of him. Did you make him come?”

You laughed at that as you rolled your hips, coating his cock in your arousal. “Not on top, no,” you said. “But I could have.”

Jensen opened his mouth to speak but only managed a strangled cry as you slid onto his cock, settled with a roll of your hips.

“What was that?” you asked with a coy smirk.

“How many times did you come?” he groaned as he rolled his hips.

“I told you this morning,” you stated. “Five. But that includes both last night and before we got to the gym.”

His massive hands grasped your hips as he thrust into you. “Oh, I knew you two fucked this morning. I could see it on his face,” he groaned. “He's an open book. He kept staring at you and smiling. He does that to me, too. After we… you know.”

You rose with a flex of your thighs. “Fuck, that's hot,” you sighed. “That’s what I want to see. The two of you going at it…” you paused for a breath as you eased back down. Jensen’s girth spread you further than Jared, a sensation so glorious it stuttered your train of thought. “Who… which one…”

Jensen laughed. “We switch. Sometimes I want to pound his ass, and sometimes he wants mine.”

“Shit, Jensen, I can't stop thinking about the two of you together,” you sighed as you set your pace, thighs flexing and cunt stroking his cock. “But I want you, now. Just you.”

“I'm all yours, sweetheart,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “But, imagine Jared sitting right where you are…”

Though you struggled against it, the image of Jared straddling Jensen's hips and bouncing on his cock permeated your thoughts. “You… that's not fair…”

Jensen sat up and wrapped his arms around you, breasts squeezed against his chest. “So? Nothing about you is fair,” he whispered with his lips against yours, then placed another firm kiss upon them. His hands slipped to your ass where his fingers bit into your flesh as he picked you up, then lowered you back down, your kiss parted for breath.

“Are you just going to keep teasing me?” you asked.

“If it'll get you off, yeah,” he said between kisses he placed along your neck. “Unless—hey!”

As much as you loved the idea that you had overpowered Jensen and shoved him back to the bed, you knew he had let you. “I’d rather we get to the main event.”

“My kinda girl,” he said. “Let me see you ride my cock, Y/N. Show me.”

Show me. You accepted it as though he had issued a challenge. The steady rise and fall of your hips lasted but a moment, your pace quickened by his insistence. The sight of him so enthralled by you, a writhing and whimpering mess, filled you with that same warmth you had felt moments earlier. Jensen all but begged for you, jaw slack and eyes feasting on every inch of your body he could see. It wasn't long before you returned to the height of your arousal as fire lanced through your entire body.

“Fuck, Jensen, I'm… I…”

He finished your thought for you with another demand. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock, I wanna feel it.”

His voice beckoned like a song, his sweet baritone sending chills down your spine and unraveling your orgasm like a frayed thread pulled unceremoniously bare. As much as you wanted to keep going, the muscles of your thighs burned with exhaustion, and the first heavy flexes of your climax clenched around Jensen's cock. Pitched forward, your hands slapped to his shoulders and grasped him for support. Those familiar waves followed as he rolled his hips to tease the last of your climax out of you. When you collapsed to his chest, breathless and sweaty, he spoke.

“Damn, Y/N, that felt good,” he whispered, lips on your ear and arms wrapped around you. “Did it feel that good for you?”

“Perfect,” you sighed. “Couldn't have asked for a better one.”

“Ugh, you make my job too easy,” Jensen said with a laugh. “You did all the work up here.”

Your laughter mingled with his as you sat up. Fierce green eyes with his wicked brow consumed you, hungry for more. “I didn’t think we were finished yet,” you said. “Tell me where you want me.”

When Jensen lifted you from his lap, it felt effortless. He hardly had to try. And with such gentle ease, he laid you back on the bed on your front as he straddled your hips. “Grab the headboard.”

You did as he ordered and grasped the top of the headboard. When he gripped your ass with biting fingers, you startled, and Jensen hesitated. “Ready?”

You nodded over your shoulder, bottom lip pinched between your teeth, unwilling to trust your voice. But when he spread your cheeks with his thumbs and teased your wet heat with the tip of his cock, your moan burst from your lips unbidden. He held you firm as he slipped inside you once more, each inch filling you until his pelvis met your backside.

“God damn, it feels like I'm inside you for the first time all over again,” Jensen groaned. A slow roll of his hips withdrew himself completely, then slid back in sheathed in full. “I want to tease you like this all night. Watch your thighs quiver and your back heave as you gasp for air. You’re a mess, Y/N. A dirty, slutty mess.” Another thrust stroked once, then twice as he breathed between gritted teeth. “Did you let Jared do this, too?”

“Oh, you know I did,” you moaned, “I let him pound me until he came.”

“Next time,” he started, “I wanna watch him do that.”

Next time. Jensen made it sound like you might be seeing the both of them again. In private. “I'll hold you to that, honey, but for now, I wanna feel you come.”

In a flurry of limbs, Jensen wrapped you up in his arms, his chest flush to your back. One arm snaked beneath yours to grasp your throat while the other curled over your hip and dove between your thighs. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” he asked as he thrust, hips gaining speed. “Is that it? I want an answer.”

“Fuck, yes, Jensen, give it to me,” you cried. “Fuck me like you fuck him.”

“Oh, you like thinking of that?” he asked. “You like thinking of me pounding my boy's ass? You saw it, right? He's got such a sweet ass. Imagine me fucking him, just like how I'm fucking your pussy right now.”

Nothing had prepared you for that waterfall of vulgarity. Endless seconds ticked by, stretched so thin time might have stopped, and you praised God, Hell, Jensen's cock, and everything in between as he railed against you, true to his word.

“Jensen, I'm… fuck, I'm gonna come again,” you breathed.

“Come for me, honey,” he growled, breath hot on your cheek. “I'll come with you but let me feel you first.”

The fumes of your overstimulated arousal flared in a final bid for release. No build up, no subtle unraveling, no warmth washing over your entire body. No, the last orgasm you had left in your well-worn body exploded as though rigged to detonate. And Jensen did his best to muscle through your flexing cunt, but he lasted only a few seconds longer before he too succumbed to his overwhelmed senses.

The hard throbs of his cock released, filled you with a new warmth as Jensen cried out. His moan burst in a high, clipped cry through his gaping lips. In the grip of his orgasm, he stilled against you until the final twitches of his climax passed. His lips found purchase on your shoulder as he lowered you to the bed and followed you down to curl in beside you.

But any post-coital cuddling would have to wait. You slipped from the bed and darted for the bathroom.

“You okay?” Jensen called.

Once the echoing flush of the toilet quieted, you called to him. “Fine.” Hands dried, you returned to the bed. “Just had to take a leak.”

“Oh, you know, I should probably do that, too,” he groaned as he rolled from the bed. ���Get rid of this thing…” he added as he pointed to the condom.

A minute later, he strode back into the room, and you couldn't help but stare. Completely naked—and flaccid—Jensen cut a figure so wonderfully powerful and yet, perfectly soft in all the right places. When he caught you staring again, he looked to his chest and then back to you. “What are you staring at?” he asked as he cupped himself.

You laughed as you beckoned him to the bed. “Not that, although it's impressive even now,” you said with a coy smirk.

“Then what?” he asked as he crawled into bed and lay beside you, an armed draped over your hip.

“This,” you started as you smoothed the skin of his stomach. “And this,” you added as your hand trailed up to his chest. “And holy shit, these,” you sighed as you reached for his shoulder. “You, all of you, I…” The sudden weight of reality sank to the pit of your stomach. Eyes wide and with a hand covering your lips you mumbled, “Son of a bitch, I just fucked Jensen Ackles.”

His roaring laughter filled the room and eased your nerves. “You did. And I got to fuck some sweet pussy. God damn, Y/N, I don't think you get it. You’re amazing. Funny, kind, hotter than hell—”

“Stop,” you interjected. “I'm… yeah, I'm happy with the way I look and who I am, but I’m also realistic about it.”

“Alright, I'll leave it alone,” he said as he tightened his embrace. Those full lips of his pressed to yours for a long, gentle kiss. He lingered there as his hands roamed your body, firm grasps and intent touches leaving you desperate for more. When he parted from you, he spoke. “But you should know you have an amazing ass.”

“I didn't get to see yours,” you pouted.

At that, he grinned a smile so wicked, his green eyes glimmered in the lamplight. “We’ll fix that tomorrow night. Jared might want to help.”

“Is that an invitation?” you teased.

He reached across you for the lamp and shut it off. So close, his lips brushed your ear as he whispered.

“Oh, we’ll be doing this again before that. You’re not leaving this room until you've come as many times as you did with Jared.”

How were you supposed to sleep after that?

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[stagedoorhalliday]

“I hate these fuckin’ bitches.”

Ariadne sighed as she leaned against the sticky bar top, her head dipping low so her curls fell over her face, forming a flimsy, honey-blonde curtain between herself and the bartender. She screwed up her eyes, hoping to drown out the pervasive bass of the music that was playing overhead, but even with one sense dulled, Ariadne couldn’t seem to black out from the situation around her. That release would be just too sweet, she guessed.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

Ariadne opened her eyes, lifting her head so suddenly she almost collided with the bartender, who was leering over her as though to ascertain she hadn’t taken a drunken nosedive onto the makeshift bar. The actress supposed he’d seen some sights, and some blonde, rich bitch so drunk off her ass she couldn’t even hold up her head wouldn’t be unfamiliar. Ariadne smiled sweetly, using her thumb to tug up the satin strap of her dress that had fallen down over her shoulder. The bartender’s eyes followed her there, her warm, tan skin, before eventually settling on her breasts. A smile quirked at the corner of her lips. She couldn’t even bring herself to be shocked anymore.

“Nothing of your concern, my darling.” Ariadne drawled, lithe fingers wrapping around the stem of her wine glass as she turned her back to him, eyes scanning the crowd. Men like that were almost too easy. She could picture herself in a room piled with coats later, pressed up against fur jackets and strangers various belongings while he fucked her, every now and again glancing at his wrist to see when his break was up. Boring, disappointing. Besides, tonight her company was a pack of giggling socialites who ran in the same circles as the Hallidays and the Quinns. Ariadne was by no means Quinn famous, not even close. But if she was caught with her skirt up again one of these girls was bound to tell her sweet madre, and she didn’t have the energy to listen to one of Elisa Halliday’s famous speeches about how her only daughter was such a reckless slut. 

Ariadne wandered into the crowd, keeping her eyes open for the aforementioned pack of giggling socialites. The Benson girl was dancing close with a man Ariadne didn’t recognise. She breezed past the couple, looking for someone a little less... busy. Still in the little corner they’d occupied before, Ashleigh Crawley and Mason Davis were sat with their heads bowed together, springing apart abruptly when Ariadne approached. 

“Powdering your noses in public, girls? Tsk, tsk.” Ariadne questioned, smirking behind her glass.

Mason burst into high, drunken giggles. Reaching out to slap Ariadne on her upper thigh in order to reproach her. Ariadne arched an eyebrow. That girl was always finding ways to touch her.

“Oh my God, don’t be bad, Ari!” Mason tittered. Ariadne soured a little, hating the sound of her nickname on this girl’s tongue. There were only two people who ever really called her Ari. “We were just talking. This party sucks. We might blow this joint. We were thinking the bar up on - ow, Ashleigh!”

 Ariadne’s eyes landed on Ashleigh, who’d silently pinched the other girl. She still had her hands on Mason now, her false nails resting at her waist, Mason’s baby fat twisted angrily in her fingers before Ashleigh let go. The other girl’s hands immediately went to her side, looking bruised in more ways than one.

“We didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Ari.” Ashleigh said, her words pinched and pointed. There the nickname was again. “But you’re kinda just bringing down the group. You’ve been all over every guy in here, not to mention that waitress. God! You’re kinda just not being much fun to hang out with.”

Ariadne, despite herself, felt herself tense. She lifted her chin regally, standing tall and shockingly steady in her heeled boots. Her grip on her glass was deathly tight.

“Those men were all over me. Don’t feel bad, ladies. I’m sure at some point someone will look past me and see you for your, oh, winning personalities?”

Mason scoffed cruelly. “Only because you’re such a slut.” she mumbled. Ariadne’s eyes darted to her. The girl faltered, almost as if she couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. To Ariadne Halliday of all people, who had started more than one fight at a benefit dinner and probably wouldn’t hesitate to start one right now. Mason wavered slightly, before pressing her lips, and fixing Ariadne with a hard look, as though she’d decided to stand by her words. Ariadne admired at least that. She’d seen more spine in jellyfish, but that was bold for Mason.

“You know what? Fine, fuck you. Have a nice life raising your 2.4 asshole children with whatever Republican degenerate dickhead has the misfortune of knocking you up. I’m done here.”

Ariadne spun on her heel, not waiting to see how hard her words hit. She felt strong, steely. She’d taken apart those girls in one fell swoop, and she hadn’t even had to pull anyone’s hair. Fuck those girls. This is why Ariadne didn’t have people. Grabbing her leather jacket and bag before she exited, she left feeling self-satisfied.  She didn’t need anyone.

It was only when she got outside she started to feel a little numb. There was various important twenty-somethings spilling out onto the lawn of whoever’s house this was, the cold air made the alcohol she’d consumed hit just that little bit harder. And it was becoming steadily apparent to her she didn’t know where she was. Ariadne let out a sigh, throwing herself down moodily on the front step, soiling her dress with dirt and grime as she did so. Ariadne fumbled in her bag until a hand closed around her phone. Squinting against the brightness of her phone, she began to dial Tommy’s number from memory.

“You’ve reached Thomas Quinn. I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you’re a friend or a family member, I’ll reach out to you as soon as is feasible. If you’re with the press, or enduring about a business venture, you can either leave a message, contact me via email, or through my advisor, Susie Cortez.”

“You fuck.” she mumbled to her phone, “You better be getting your dick sucked by the hottest, sluttiest dude in New York.”

Ariadne sighed, putting her head in her hands, her phone awkwardly dangling from her palm. Well, damn. She was shit out of luck and shit out of friends. And stranded. Pulling herself up from the step, she glanced down at her phone. Well, she supposed she had one more thing she could try.

Wrapping a hand around the stair railing, Ariadne scrolled through her contacts, before landing on J. Using one hand, Ariadne sent off a string of quick-fire texts. Without waiting for his response, Ariadne jabbed the ‘call’ button, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Jasper! Baby, where are you?” she squealed.

[42wallaby-way-sydney]

@gangstertogangster​ so since we’re on a glee kick for the OCs, I figure now is about as good a time as any just to have more things that totally get said during domestic au lines.

Yelena: Veruchka that isn't how babies happen. Nika: Uh huh! You and mama are both girls and you have me! Yelena, eyes widening, sweats: ... Nika: Hey how did that happen anyway? Where do babies come from? Yelena, driving faster: Ask your mother. Nika: But you are my mother? Yelena: Ask your other mother! ~oOo~ Michael: Look, alcohol is an answer to any problem. It’s not always the best answer but it is an answer. So pass me my wine or not even God himself will be able to save you, Raphael! ~oOo~ Vasya: Nah, my Aunt Shauna loves Olive Garden. They have better bread. Michael: What’s wrong with my restaurant?! It’s authentic Italian! The real deal! Vasya: It isn’t Olive Garden’s. Duh. ~oOo~ Nika: Hey guys, do you mind if I ritualistically slaughter this chicken? Peyton, jaw dropped: Uh... yeah a bit. This is the stage where we’re, you know, about to have a musical practice. Not... make chicken nuggets. ~oOo~ Vasya: That bitch is crazy! He had me kidnapped! Adrian, looks away: ...  Alexei: Ohmygod... ~oOo~ Jack: Papa, where do babies come from? Vladimir: ... Russia and Spain. Matt: That is not- Vladimir: My babies came from Russia and Spain, Matvey! Matt: Well if you want to get technical! Jack was born in Hell’s Kitchen! You idiot! ~oOo~ Mariah: Oh, Misty. Lucille is just... such a delightful child... Misty: Thank you, Mariah. I just... adore Honor... Danny & Shades, both sighing: ... ~oOo~ Matt: What's wrong?! Why are you bleeding?! Vasya, crying: I think I have internal bleeding! Matt: Oh honey. Internal means it's on the inside. Vladimir, smacking the back of Matt's head: Asshole. ~oOo~ Lucille: Breathe in. Now breathe out. Breathe in. ... Jack. Dani. Wake up. Vasya: They don't like meditating very much. Jack, snoring: ... Danielle, snoring: ... ~oOo~ Karen: You taught her how to treat a hemorrhage but not a period?! Matt: I didn't think it was important?! ~oOo~ Taka: I’m like the Malcolm X of our community! ~oOo~ Jack: Hey Siri, what was it like being poor and Asian? Marie: Terrible from what I’ve heard from my grandma. Peyton: Well, the mangoes aren’t as good in America. ~oOo~ Toly: I love fencing. I get to make new friends then stab them. ~oOo~ Vasya: I think I'm dying! Matt: Honey we're all dying. Vladimir, smacks Matt on the back of the head: What is your fucking problem tonight?! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Peyton, when you asked us to choreograph a dance number for this musical, you did not say that it was for Maddie’s zombie love story. Peyton: Yeah! Isn’t it a great idea?! Maddie’s story makes for a great musical and with you and Vas making a dance, I think this will be a big hit! Vasya, staring at Jamie: ... uh huh. Got this.... Ravdí: ... fiiine. We’re choreographing a dance number for zombies in love. Let’s go, Vas. ~oOo~ Bucky, wearing galaxy print yoga pants: Look my pants are out of this world so shove it. Vladimir: ... damn that was good. High five, Yakov. ~oOo~ Honor: Richard, I can taste your axe body spray. Get off of me! ~oOo~ Vasya: Well a drunk Stalin called me and told me that if I wanted Russia, he’d just give it to me! Matt: ... we need new Sunday dinner topics... Shauna: Ooh! I got one! Vladimir! You smell like melted cheese! Jack, whispering to Toly: You owe me five bucks. Eight minutes in and they’re screaming at each other. Matt, sighing: This is fine... Anatoly: I have vodka. Do you want some? ~oOo~ Yelena: If that boy so much as touches her I am destroying him. Natasha: I've already thought of ways we can hide his body. Yelena: I love you so much. ~oOo~ Michael: Both of my girls could kick my ass without even blinking and I find it unbelievably amazing. ~oOo~ Brad: Ooh authentic Chinese food! Diane: It's not Chinese, it's Asian! André: ... ya'll bitches be trippin'. ~oOo~ Richard: So I talked to your sister about who's the boss on this group project. Jack: Uh huh. How'd that go exactly? Who's in charge on your project? Richard: ... it's still unclear. Jack: Right. My sister is in charge, isn't she? Richard, sighing: I can't tell her no. ~oOo~ Maddie: ... why is there a live bear in the house? Marci: What? ... Ahhh! Bear! ~oOo~ Vladimir, saluting lazily: Aye aye captain. Yelena, ugly snort laughs: Shut up Vova. ~oOo~ Bucky: So how's that Eurofest thing going? Vladimir, pausing: ... you mean Eurovision? Bucky, snapping his fingers: Yep! That's it. ... don't look at me like that. I was closer that time than I was earlier. Vladimir: ... this. Is true. I don't even know what you said earlier. ~oOo~ Toly: Hey, Al? Alexei: Yeah? Toly: What was that? Alexei: An icecream commercial. Toly: No the fuck it wasn’t! Don’t you lie to me! ~oOo~ Jack: So you love my sister? Michael: Sí, more than air. Why? Jack: Would you be willing to take a bullet for her? Michael: ... yes? Why? Jack: I'll see you at the pier later tonight, Moretti. ~oOo~ Alexei: Man if one more person tells me that I am appropriating my own got dang culture Imma beat someone's ass. ~oOo~ Richard: I can't believe you said that! If you weren't a lady, I'd deck you! Vasya: You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date! ~oOo~ Raphael: Wait, wait, wait! Hold on. You’re dumping me? For him? Nika, rolling her eyes: No, I’m dumping you, period. And then I’m gonna be with him. Period. If... that’s okay with him, question mark. Francis: Totally. Exclamation point. Raphael: Oh puke. Parenthesis, bold, underline. Michael, holding Smolya: Snort laughing. ... period. Raphael: Why are you even here? Michael: This is my apartment! ~oOo~ Yelena, after explaining a plan: It’s brilliant, right? Vladimir: Not brilliant at all. Yelena: Thanks for being on board. Vladimir: No. Not on board. Yelena: It means a lot. Vladimir: Big mistake. Very big mistake. Yelena: This will be wonderful! Vladimir: We are going to die slow, painful deaths. ~oOo~ Yelena: You get them! Vladimir: No you go get them! Natasha: What is going on out here? Yelena: We thought- Vladimir: Ah! No! There was no 'we'! Yelena: Shut up! We thought that the girls needed some life lessons... Vladimir: It was Lena's idea. Matt: Don't you dare tell me that Vasya and Nika, who are small toddlers may I add, are somewhere up there on that 100 foot tall building! Yelena: Okay, we won't. Vladimir: ... again, her idea. ~oOo~ Vasya: Fuck you! Dimitri: Later. Now shut up. I was talking. ~oOo~ Jack: I want to kill those guys! Vladimir: No! Matt: What a shocking turn of events... Vladimir: I don’t want you to bloody your beautiful hands! I will do it! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Oh congrats! You’ve made my seven year old look like a whore! Shauna: I think she looks great! Vasya: I think I want a leather jacket and combat boots now! Matt, groaning: Our seven year old is joining the mafia! ~oOo~ Rikki: I am a chapstick lesbian- is that the proper term for this? Because I’m not a lipstick lesbian, I’m definitely not femme, but I’m not entirely butch either? So I think I identify as a chaptstick les- screw it. I identify as chapstick! Just chapstick! Darla: What kind of chaptstick though? Sasha: Is it cherry? Because I see you as a cherry. ~oOo~ Marie: I’m like a Little Ceaser’s Pizza. Always hot and ready to go. Jack: Oh my god... Peyton: You’re gross. And I hate you. ~oOo~ Alexei: Toly’s a crackhead. Toly: I am not! I’m a motha fucking ganster! Alexei: See? Smokes crack. Andrey: I’m seeing myself out of this argument. ~oOo~ Yelena: All these screaming babies and yelling mothers and angry dads and annoying teenagers. They make me want to shoot up this mall. Nika: You cannot say that in public! Yelena: Why not?! It’s my second amendment right to shoot up a shopping center! Nika: NO! ~oOo~ Darla: I’m not much into BDSM. If I wanted to be whipped and chained up I’d just go back in time. ~oOo~ Peyton: Oh my sweet, poor, Japanese cherry blossom... Taka: Thank you. ~oOo~ Michael: This person wants us to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to them?! What?! Rahphael, snorts: That’s not happening. What do they think this is? Applebees?! ~oOo~ Peyton: It annoys me so much when people come here asking if we have a table and then get so offended when we don’t have them because of incoming reservations. Jamie: Honestly! What do they think this is?! Applebees?! We are a five star establishment! ~oOo~ Anatoly: You three better eat these pierogies! I didn’t starve in Utkin for you to deny yourselves food! Alexei, Toly, and Andrey, sighing: Yes, sir... ~oOo~ Bucky: You are a whole ass menace to society! Yelena: I will live. ~oOo~ Wesley: ... I’ve lost Maya. Fisk: Again, Wesley? Wesley, sighing: Unfortunately. ~oOo~ Lucy: I fear nothing. Not even god. Dani, Vasya, and Honor, watching her drink a smoothie: You’re disgusting. Jack: Can I have some of your smoothie? ~oOo~ Daisy: Being an inhuman is genetic. Vladimir: She gets this from your side of the family, Matthew! Daisy: But... you two adopt- Matt: I know. Don’t ask. Go with it. ~oOo~ Ian: Ugh, what do I take for hangovers? Darla: How horribly caucasian. Marie, snorts: Ha! Darla: Well isn’t it?! Marie, shrugging: I don’t know. I get the Asian flush so I take medicine before drinking. ~oOo~ Vladimir: I wonder what she’s going to buy... Matt: I wonder where she got the money... Jack: Vasi’s buying a bag of pepperoni! ~oOo~ Shauna: Look, we all know Toly won’t get into Harvard otherwise- Toly: What if I don’t want to go to Harvard?! Shauna: Ugh fine! Yale then! Toly: But mom- Shauna: Harvard or Yale Anatoly Jr! ~oOo~ Vasya: At least you all woke up in a bed! I woke up in the garbage! Jack: Okay. But. That’s nothing new. Nika, elbows him: Don’t be rude. ~oOo~ Sasha: I was in the dumpster! The dumpster! Rikki: My mom is blue! Darla: So I can see that this is a very stressful time for you both... ~oOo~ Dani: Lucy’s gonna be a minute. Vasya: Did she wake up in the trash too? Dani: No, she woke up half Asian. Lucy’s having a full blown identity crisis. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Your house is full! Full of sadness and emptiness! Yelena: Alright first off, you’re rude. Second, you’re a hoarder! ~oOo~ Sam: We don’t need this! Bucky: Sam, need and want are two different things. ~oOo~ Matt: I may not have vision but at least I have taste! ~oOo~ Vladimir: Ooh! For realsky?! Vasya: For suresky! ~oOo~ Anatoly: No son of mine is going to listen to shitty rap about doing cocaine! Alexei, thinking to himself: Please don’t tell mom... Anatoly: And Alexei Anatolyevitch! I am telling! Your mother! Alexei: Noooo!!!! ~oOo~ Therapist: Mr. Murdock, I think that Ms. Natchios may be one of your triggers. Matt: Please! I don’t have triggers! I am fine! Vladimir, snorts and coughs to cover it up: Okay. Elektra: Suuure you are Matthew. Matt: I will throw this chair at you, I swear to God! Don’t test me! ~oOo~ Shauna, lunging for Wesley: Augh! I can’t take it anymore! Vladimir, watching her punch Wesley: Shauna has earned my respect. Matt: It only took you five years to give it to her... ~oOo~ Jack: I’m so American that my favorite food is a McDonald’s cheeseburger! ~oOo~ Vladimir: If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?! Vasya: I dunno! Maybe if they invited me! Matt, slowly rubs his temples: ... I have a headache now... ~oOo~ Yelena: I drive like I have nothing to live for. Which I don’t really. Vladimir: Remind me to never drive near you with my children in the car. Natasha: And remind me to drive Nika around from now on. ~oOo~ Rikki: What do Asian parents beat their kids with? Francis: I don’t know. Textbooks? Ian: Rulers with F’s written on them? Jack: Slippers? Marie, glaring: I’m judging you all harshly. Jack: But are we wrong?! Marie: They feed us! Francis: Well that’s not a punishment. Marie: It is if you don’t like the thing they’re making you eat. ~oOo~ Vladimir: Has anyone seen my son?! He’s about yay tall! Clearly gay! But we haven’t had the talk yet! ~oOo~ Yelena: SHOW ME LOVE! SHOW ME LOVE! Nika: Mom... what is going on? Natasha, stirring her coffee: Oh just the usual amount of bullshit I deal with on a daily basis due to your other mother. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m supposed to be in class. Ravdí: It’s okay, I’m supposed to be at work. ~oOo~ Darla: Oh what do I know?! Only what’s best for you! Rikki: I’m self destructive. Darla: I was just kidding. Rikki: I wasn’t. ~oOo~ Anatoly: How’s your dad’s restaurant doing? Alex: Very well. Alexei: Grandpa deletes bad reviews off his facebook so it only has five star reviews. He sees two stars, delete! Five star, it stays. Alex: He needs to fix the roof. Anatoly: ... what’s wrong with the roof? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It leaks. Alex: The AC needs to be fixed too. Anatoly: What’s wrong with the AC? Alex: It’s old. Alexei: It’s broken. Shauna: ... I love your dad’s restaurant! ~oOo~ Vasya: Does anyone know if the damage control shampoo works on PTSD? Adrian: What about emotions? Asking for a friend. ~oOo~ Yelena: Oh god it’s missing! Natasha: What is? Yelena: The... the thing! Natasha, turning to face Yelena with baby Nika in her arms: What ‘thing’, Lenosha? Yelena, sighing in relief: Oh thank god, you found it. Natasha: ... you mean our daughter?! ~oOo~ Francis: A four letter word starting with ‘c’. Go! Rikki: Cock! Jack: Cunt! Rikki: Ooh! Nice one. Vasya: ... mine is corn. Nika: Well that’s adorable. Darla: Cute. ~oOo~ Vladimir: So it’s just a girls night? Vasya: Yeah, we’re just going to see a movie, grab a bite to eat, talk to the dead, and, if we have time, try to commit arson. Vladimir: Okay, have fun and don’t come back too late! Matt: ... after all that you just let her leave?! She said she’s going to commit arson, Vladimir! Vladimir: No, she said they’re going to try! They have to talk to the dead first, Matthew! ~oOo~ Matt, on the phone with Brett: Yeah, hey, if you get a call about a fire, can you give me a call? No reason. ~oOo~ Ravdí: Hey! I waterboarded myself! ~oOo~ Honor: This is a three day vacation! Lucy: Where are we supposed to be sleeping?! Richard: Well I just assumed you two would be inside each other. Jack, spits his drink out: ... ~oOo~ Vasya: So I met this girl at this coffee shop this morning- Honor: Oh no... No no no no. Vasi. You will not come out of this alive. Vasya: Uh... excuse me? Honor: She’s clearly a cannibal. Have you looked at yourself? You’re clearly an easy target. You’re a ballerina and very well marbled. If I were stuck on a deserted island with no food, I would absolutely eat you first. Literally everyone just stares: ... ~oOo~ AJ, the highschool art teacher, very clearly drunk: Listening to Brad talk is like listening to a horny bear claw into a chalkboard. I’m not pleased. Matt: ... well neither am I with that in mind. Shauna: I’m going to throw up. Bucky: God I love PTA meetings! ~oOo~ Honor: Gay kid! Alexei, blinks a lot: ... Honor: Asian girl! Marie: ... Marie. It’s not a hard name. Honor: Asian girl two! Peyton, inhaling deeply: ... she’s a kid. Breathe... Honor: Panda Express! Jamie: ... I swear to god... Honor: Weird twins! Rikki and Darla, blink and roll their eyes: ... Honor: Creepy incest twins! Jack and Vasya: ... we are not- Richard: Okay! So theater club meeting is in session now! ~oOo~ Ravdí: Sloppy babies! You’re all sloppy babies! Dani: Maybe we shouldn’t be calling the freshmen that. And give them encouraging words of wisdom instead? Ravdí: No! They keep dropping their flags! Again, babies! ~oOo~ Richard: Aren’t most of you gay? Honor: How dare you! ~oOo~ Ravdí: I’m sorry. All this time I’ve been treating you like an unpaid intern. When what I should have been doing is treating you like a paid intern. ~oOo~ Jack: Buenos dias, fuckboy! Ian, screaming shrilly: ... ~oOo~ Alexei: We’re all going to die someday. Well. Some of us. Toly: If you figure out immortality you have to share. Alexei: Uh. No. You’re annoying. Andrey: Will you share with me? Alexei: Maybe. ~oOo~ Alexei: Let’s come together! Like Voltron! Andrey: I’m the leg! Toly, rolling his eyes, softly but with feeling: ... fiiine. Losers. ~oOo~ Jack: I wrote this song for my sister! Vasya, closing her eyes, softly but with feeling: Ohgodno... Jack: I wrote this song to tell her that I’m always by her side! Even when we fight! Vladimir & Matt: Aww! ~oOo~ Andrey: Sometimes I feel like Ugolyok films me while in the shower and is waiting to sell the videos on Craigslist. Toly: ... what is wrong with you...? Alexei: ... I... uh... kay. ~oOo~ Lucy and Honor, trapped in an elevator, staring at a creepy puppet on a bike: ... What the ... hell... The puppet: Hello, girls. Let’s play a game. Lucy and Honor, banging on the door: Get us out of here! ~oOo~ Dani: You’re not letting them out of the elevator, are you? Richard: Nope. Not until they confess their feelings. Vasya: This is maniacal... I like this plan. Jack: You are all. So fucked up. ~oOo~ Maddie: I’m going to start projectile vomiting any second now... ~oOo~ The Principal of the highschool: I say we release the hounds into the school. Nick, the highschool science teacher, eyes wide: Let us not do that. AJ, the highschool art teacher: I think it might build character and therefore I veto Nick. ~oOo~ Ravdí, screaming as she runs down the hall: Why are there so many dogs in the hallways?! Vasya: This is the opposite of a problem! Francis: I love them all! Nika, climbing up the lockers, and hissing: Leave me alone! Unless you’re planning on eating my math homework! ~oOo~ Vasya: I will stop at nothing until you are homeless and drinking gutter water. Richard: Ouch. You’re rude.

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Ember 4

Erik [code name Golden Jaguar ] x Black OC [name is Kimora but her code name is Ember]

Warnings: SMUT NSFW kink Phone sex cam sex SLOW BURN.

Summary: Erik becomes infatuated and obsessed with a live cam girl by the name of Ember, and all the way in NY, Ember is feeling the same towards Golden Jaguar.

This is gonna be a slow burn, so that means the anticipation is REAL between these two. I hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for the reviews.

Ember Ember 2 Ember 3

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees” - Grace Willows

Splash!!!! *honk honk*

“You fucking asshole!!!” Kimora wouldn’t have been so upset if she would have watched her footing, face buried in her Stephen King IT book while walking down W 50th Street. It had just stopped raining and she decided to leave her job at the MET early to get home and rest up. She wore a thrifted pleated plaid skirt today with a black sheer holographic top with a cropped denim jacket, no bra. Her legs all the way down to her platform dock martens were drenched and she stopped to take a minute to breath, the other New Yorkers around her not paying any attention.

“I just really wanna go home now...” she made her way to the subway station as quick as she could, hoping to catch the A train to East Harlem in enough time. Making her way into the subway station she speed pass the crowd of people just 2 seconds away from missing the train. Relief washed over Kimora as she entered, squeezing pass a group of tourists. She decided to travel to the furthest cart to avoid bumping into wet people.

Kimora tiredly sat down near a window seat watching the train fly through the tunnel out of her graffiti stained window. Her mind wondered to Golden Jaguar as she relaxed, that being the 10th time it happened to her since two days ago. She thought about him living all the way in LA before they’re line cut, body still aching from the heated conversation. She bit at her glossy plump bottom lip, blush creeping up her neck making her hot.

{I love sucking some pussy miss Ember}

She opened up her live cam account on the train, noticing automatically that she had an inbox full of about 200 messages. Her interest was only on one person who ever he really was, scrolling through 30 new messages landing on about 5 of his. She chuckled at his eagerness, reading them in her head:

-Miss Ember I’ve been thinking about you heavy...I wonder how you treating that pussy right now...I miss you on live cam today.

-Damn girl is it embarrassing to say I dreamt of you last night? It was some wild shit too.

-I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you live in NY, why you gotta be so damn far? Do daddy gotta come to you?

-Am I being pushy...you can be honest with a nigga. It’s just you do things to me ma...you got me in my feelings forreal lol

-Is it possible if I could have your number? I’m being bold right now and usually I don’t beg but I really wanna hear your sweet little voice again outside of this live cam shit. I promise, you don’t have to show your face or tell me who you are if your not ready baby girl.

She pondered, blood red tips tapping at her phone screen wondering if she should do it. Finally shrugging her shoulders letting out a quiet laugh, she sent him her number, nervous feeling creeping up almost instantly. It didn’t take long for a reply, only 5 mimutes later he sent [ 😈 ] and she was afraid to know what that meant exactly. Golden Jaguar being the demanding guy he is called her, and she knew it had to be him because of the area code. She looked about her, noticing an elderly man slumped from sleep diagonal to her. She had a little time so she picked up the phone letting out a sigh.

“So you just couldn’t wait to hear me speak again huh?” His baritone voice laughed tiredly on the other line before he groaned moving in the background. “Nah, you should be glad you have that kind of affect on people girl.” She smiled brushing a curly strand from her face. “ I am glad...is there anything I can help you with Daddy..”she spoke that low, “I’m kinda tied up right now I’m on the train.”

“Shid, so what?” She laughed louder now, “Oh so you REALLY bold all the way in LA huh?” “Just ease your mind that’s all I’m saying...let daddy do the talking okay?” Kimora paused, nervously looking about hoping that no one peaked through to watch her. “Okay...this how you wanna do it, ’ll play along to your little game Daddy.” There was silence for a second then his raspy commanding voice spoke out in her ear, “Watchu got on right now? I wanna picture it.”

Kimora scanned her body quick, “a see through top with a plaid skirt” Erik hummed in approval, leaning back in his swivel chair at his office in the shop he owned. “When you say see through what the fuck that mean?” She ran a single finger over her left nipple, feeling it stiffen before speaking low and clear into the phone, “No bra, just my bare chest against the fabric.”

“Mmm. Let me picture that shit...you got some big ass titties too and I bet they straining against that top you got on, begging to be free...free in this fucking mouth. You just love teasing people don’t you?” “You loving it though Daddy...” Erik nodded his head, a smile gracing his lips, “I’m doing more than loving it miss thing..stop tryna change the subject though, how short is that skirt?” She stroked the hem of her skirt pulling at it longingly, “it’s really short...if I bend over on this train right now this juicy ass and pussy would be out for everybody to see.” Erik had to sit up in his chair, booted foot knocking down rough scetches of car engines.

He ran his hand across the top of his braided dreads, eyebrows raised and dick causing his cargo pants to grow uncomfortably. He could see that shit now teasing him like a naughty school girl. “Fuck-FUCK. Girl you lucky I’m not there witchu. The fuck you doing walking around with a little skirt on and no panties? You asking for it. Is that shit wet?”

Kimora bit down on her lip, slowly lifting up one of her wet legs, feeling her moist center spread apart from the stretch. She dipped a single manicured finger into her slit, bringing it to her face seeing her slimy wetness. “Let’s just say that tongue of yours would have a lot of slurping to do; my shit is dripping right now...and it’s only from talking to you.” She sucked on her finger before smiling hard, nail grazing her plump bottom lip.

“You a nasty little slut you know that right Ember? For now on I’m gonna start calling your fine ass my NASTY LITTLE SLUT. How’s that sound?” Her heart tightened and her pussy quivered, almost wetting the seat under her. “I can be your nasty little slut, your nasty little freak, your nasty little whore, your nasty little bitch, what ever you want Daddy I can be.” Erik slouched in his seat, legs spread bringing his hand to cup his erection.

His eyes were lowered in lust, and his teeth gripped his bottom lip hard. “Let’s finish this game then...I want you to play with that pussy. Spread them fucking legs and dig in that pussy. Your gonna cum too I don’t care where you are my little slut.”

Kimora went to spread her legs but stopped suddenly when the door to the train opened and in came a tall guy with deep brown skin, hair cut with his curly top colored blonde, basketball shorts and muscle T-shirt on like he care from the court. His eyes landed on her for a second, scanning her with a soft smile before seating himself facing her near the door.

She freaked out for a second but his voice brought her back to attention. “I hope your doing what daddy told you to do.” She cleared her throat speaking low, “um... there’s somebody here...they can see me.” Erik kisses his teeth on the other line, chuckling low, “They wanna sit there give them a show, I don’t care Daddy wanna hear you moaning in my ear. DO IT my little fucking slut..”

Kimora raised her right leg over the top of the seat, hand slowly lowering to her pussy. The guy in front of her lifted his eyes to her doing a double take when he saw her with her leg stretched, a look of lust on her face. Kimora spread her lower lips with her fingers, taking her middle finger to rub at her stiff clit quickly. She met the guys eyes, and saw him giving her a gaze that dared her to stop, taking his earphones out of his ear. Erik’s voice brought her back to attention causing her to jump.

“Does it feel good? Answer me yes baby...” “yesss” Erik moaned in her ear, “that soft wet pussy. Stroke that clit baby. Imagine me tweaking that clit with my fingers. Are you quivering? Is your guest enjoying it?” Kimora bit at her lip, moaning hard, eyes stuck on the cute guy in front of her, she scanned him noticing his stiffness becoming even more wet. The guy bit down on his lip, adjusting himself, lifting his shirt a little showing his tattoo covered abs. He tilted his head up some, trying to peak at her motions and it turned Kimora on even more, having his voice in her ear and this strangers eyes on her. She aloud the guy to see, spreading out more so that his tall frame can get a glimps. She took note of his flustered skin and her body couldn’t take hearing Erik talk dirty while this mysterious cuties eyes roamed her body like prey.

Her belly fluttered from her overworking, head falling back and right leg loosing balance on the top of the seat. She needed to cum fast and now, her stop almost coming up. “Dig in that pussy my little slut, fuck up those walls. You wanna fuck me dont you?” Kimora nodded her head, “yes daddy... fuckkkkkkkk” She placed her fingers in her pussy, stroking fast causing the guy in front of her to dig his hands in his pants, rubbing at his dick.

The scene was intense and it was suprising that the sleeping man didn’t wake up. She placed her right hand on her outer lips spreading herself further to get more access, it was a euphoric high and she was about to cum. “I bet that pussy about to leak isn’t it? Damn I wish I was there to drink it up...make that pussy cum on that train...leave that messy shit there for people to see.”

Kimora tilted her lower body off the seat, limbs shaking as she whimpered, squirting all over the seat and floor. The guy in front of her sat shocked, face stuck on her. She breathed out quick, placing her fingers in her mouth, sighing. “Fuck babygirl. How does it taste? I know your nasty ass sucking on them fingers.” Kimora laughed, hearing her stop coming as she lifted from the seat, “yeah I love the taste of my pussy.” She adjusted her skirt and hair, walking to the exit. She turned to the guy still stuck in shock, cum stain in his pants giving him a wink before exiting to the platform.

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Kimora was in the middle of doing a yoga stance, finally washed after being in that sticky rain. She put her wet hair up in a top knot, body covered in a tight body suit with her plump ass hanging out. She needed to relive her body from tension and after hanging up with Golden Jaguar she needed to clear her mind. She never publicly pleased herself with someone watching. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced and she craved for more, definitely planning to give him another call tonight before bed.

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Erik was in his home gym doing pull ups while his music blasted in the background. He needed some kind of workout that he missed out on lately because of Ember, more than ready to take a bath and talk to her again. He went to work out his chest now, watching his sweaty body flex in the mirror.

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“Where are you right now Daddy..” Kimora sat cross legged on her bed, clad in a white baby tanktop and high waist cotton panties. She looked refreshed and beautiful as always. “I’m taking a bath right now baby girl..” she moaned licking at her lips, picking up her glass of Alize sitting on her night Stan. “I bet that killer body you got is all glossy and soapy...I can’t help that I wish I was there to join you...” “close your eyes and imagine you sitting between my legs, hair pinned up and my lips French kissing down your neck and my tongue, leaving a trail of bites and spit.”

Kimora closed her eyes, an angelic look of longing overtaking her black beauty. “I can see that Daddy...your hard body pressed against my back, dick rubbing against my ass...imagine me grinding on it, bringing your hand to grip my pussy.”

Erik picked up his bottle of Henny, smile plastered to his lips and dreads crinkled and messy all over his head. “What you want me to do next? You want me to finger you deep or you want me to rub at that clit?” “I want you to finger me..fill me with those thick fingers you got I wanna feel full.” Erik ran his soapy hand across the back of his neck tongue wetting his lips, “have you always been this freaky? Like damn you a freaky bitch... I like that shit though.”

He ran his hand along his dick under the hot water, “I wonder how deep that pussy go, I plan on burying my shit inside you deep girl. I can see you now riding my dick in this jacuzzi tub...you like to ride dick? Or you like back shots?” Kimora pondered that for a moment, “I really like back shots more...I like my man to control my motions and the feeling of my ass clapping against him feels so damn good. The stretch of my pussy around the dick is fucking amazing. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while.”

“Damn it’s like that? Shit when you with me you’ll get fucked whenever you please...Fuck that pussy up as many times as you want, make that pussy cum as many times as you can give me. I don’t give up, and I damn sure don’t disappoint. That’s why you need this dick girl I’ll have that pussy straight in no time.” Kimora was so intrigued by this dude and she didn’t even know him, she wanted him so damn bad it felt unreal and she couldn’t stand it. “I want you to stroke your dick for me daddy. Cum for me like my pussy wrapped around that big dick.” Erik smiled, gripping his dick tight and stroking it slow. He closed his eyes longingly, mind stuck on Miss Ember as he worked his dick, hips grinding causing the water to shift and splash.

“How does my pussy feel daddy? Is it holding that dick in a vice grip? Is it wet and slippery? Tell me daddy I wanna know how I’m making you feel right now.” Kimora picked up her bullet vibrator, turning it on the highest speed to stimulate her clit. She didn’t bother to take off her panties as she pressed it to her center, automatically arching from the bed. “It feels so fucking good my little slut..your fucking daddy dick just how I like it...please go faster, I want that pussy to glide quick across this thick dick.”

Kimora felt her stomach tighten and she cursed from the intense pressure, “mmmmm Daddy that damn dick, I love daddy dick. Does daddy love his little sluts pussy? Is it the best pussy you ever had huh?” Erik moaned, head falling back against the wet wall, “I love this slick tight pussy...daddy loves it so much you got that good kitty kat. Fuckkkkk-shitttt” Erik couldn’t fucking take it, the friction from the water was giving him the best stroke and he couldn’t contain his jerking body. “Only your pussy can make daddy feel like this, only your pretty pink pussy can grind on this dick deep and long like that, fucking slut...FUCKING NASTY SLUT....oh shit..”

Erik was out of control, legs lifting from the soapy depths toes curling along the tub. “Cum with me daddy, cum with me please...I want you to cum deep in this pussy...I promise I won’t let it drip out, I will let this pussy take every single drop Daddy.” Erik was lost in her words letting out loud streaks of curse words before cumming in the bath, watching it swirl with the vanilla scented soap. Kimora pressed the vibrator in further, feeling her wetness coat her fresh panties. Erik struggled to gain his breath, while Kimora layed back in awe, smile gracing her lips.

“Do you always have this affect on women?” She asked, finally lifting to remove her panties and drink her Alize. Erik snorted a laughter which made her heart flutter, taking up his Henny again, “Yeah, I cant help that y’all women love me.” Kimora rolled her eyes into her head at his arrogance, “Yeah well I’ll have you know that I steal the hearts of mean and women mr Golden Jaguar.” Erik lifted a messy eyebrow, a half smirk gracing his beautiful mouth littered in gold, “oh so you put those pretty lips on pussy too?” Kimora blushed, “only my best friend...but I’ve had some pretty lips on me several times..it’s nothing wrong with that.” Erik stroked his beard, approving this new information about Miss Ember.”

“Okay...I have a request ma...and I want you to think about it before you decide to shut it down aight?” Kimora finished the rest of her drink, clearing her throat before speaking, “Okay...what do you wish.” Erik thought about what he wanted to say, finally finding the questions hoping she would answer them. “Aight..so every time we talk..I get to ask two questions about you and you do the same for me. It can be any question and you have the choice if you wanna answer it. How’s that sound?”

Kimora didn’t answer right away, chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She liked him, and she couldn’t lie that it didn’t make her mind wonder who he was and what he liked...she accepted, putting her faith into this but not wanting to give too much away, not now. “Okay, I accept your request, but I get to ask you first okay?” Erik couldn’t contain the child like excitement within him as he sat up in his jacuzzi tub, prepared for whatever she wanted to know, “I’m ready, ask me anything princess.”

“What do you do for a living?” This was an easy one, Erik answering with no hesitation, “I’m an engineer, graduated from MIT. I have my own shop where I design engines, give paint jobs on cars, upgrade cars, that’s about it really. I enjoy it, it’s pretty popular here in LA and I’m good with my hands so why not right?” Kimora instantly liked that about him, he was a college grad and he was good with his hands? She couldn’t help the new rush of wetness that came knocking at her velvet walls. “Hmmm that’s very impressive and so sexy, I love a guy with brains and craft.” Erik felt his skin go hot that he impressed the one girl he saught out while stroking his dick for the past month.

“Okay, so my next question is...what’s your name?” Erik felt his stomach flutter with butterflies? He wanted her to ask him this question and it was like she read his mind. “My name is Erik.” Kimora closed her eyes, trying to picture a face with his name, struggling and finding it annoying. She didn’t want to ask to see his face yet because she wanted to know more before she went further. “Wow, you actually sound like an Erik too, you have a nature of a King, an eternal ruler of sorts. Very dominant, I like that shit I can’t lie...sorry I’m so excited you probably find it cheesy.” Erik was impressed that she dug deeper into his name and picked at him like she knew him well. He liked her more then. “Miss Ember, I could never scold you for feeling the same thing I’m feeling right now.” She couldn’t hide her blush it was so damn big.

“So, now I gotta know two things..” she felt nervous then, fighting to hide it. “So, your an artist? I noticed from your sessions.” She paused, shock evident on her face, “You..you noticed? Really?” Erik could read the shock and fondness in her voice and he knew then that he hit the jackpot. “Yeah..you have easels and paintings littering your room.. so your an artist then?” She smiled bright, hand covering her mouth daintly, “yes! omg yes I am. I’m a painter, I do pottery, and I’m a photographer as well.”

Erik was impressed and definitely interested holding back from asking her more because then that would be two questions. “Wow, I’m not gonna lie I’m fucking pissed I’m not in NY right now.” He laughed then, causing her to laugh. “Okay okay lets stay focused your distracting me.” Kimora laughed hard, finally containing herself for his next question.

“I wanna know if I can see your eyes?” Kimora was shocked but very turned on by that. She rubbed at her knee, blushing again, “Yes, I can send you a picture of them if that’s okay?” Erik’s anticipation was off the charts as he waited for her picture. The notification popped up with her number and Erik went to click on it, watching it come into view. He paused, his eyes burning into the pretty brown orbs of hers, taking in her eye brows and luscious eyelashes that fluttered over her soft eyes. He was stuck, and it took for her sweet voice to bring him back to attention.

“Erik? Hello? It can’t be that amazing.” The Alize was getting to her.

“Well maybe you should take time to study them more when you look in the mirror, are you sure you don’t need company in NY right now?

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Come Back Home | 01

Hoseok x You (Blu) | City AU

Parts: 01|

Genre: angst, series, AMBW

Words: 3049

Summary: A good man is hard find, so you totally lucked out when a rich business mogul takes an interest in you. But what happens when he may love you a little too much?

Requests: Open (SFW / NSFW / Snaps / Texts / Confessions / MTLs / Selfie Ships / Scenarios)  

You weren’t sure where you were running to, you just knew that you were, in fact, running. You shouldn’t be this scared, but you were. You knew that he was following you. That he was obsessively tracking you. You weren’t even sure what the point of running away was.

You met Hoseok three years ago in a sales projection meeting; you personally believed that those were the most boring ones. Your ex best friend Mark was on Hoseok’s board, and you worked closely with him. You had noticed that Hoseok couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You had assumed that he was glaring at you, as you were the only woman at the table, and your darker skin made you stand out, but that wasn’t it at all.

He had approached you directly after the meeting, assuming you were Mark’s secretary. He was trying to hire you, as his assistant since his had quit for reasons unknown to you at the time. You immediately refused. That was a huge step back for anyone in your position. You were an entrepreneur, and only worked with Mark once or twice a month because he was your beneficiary.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’d just assumed…” He ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t do that. You know what they say,” you began. “Assuming makes an ass out of you.” He gave you an odd look, waiting for you to complete the metaphor, then spoke up when you didn’t.

“And me.” He smiled, pleased with himself, since he thought that completing your sentences would score him brownie points with you. It didn’t.

“Exactly. You twice.” You chuckled lowly. You were always proud whenever anyone fell for that one. “I’m Blu.” You grinned, showing off your slightly large, but pearly white teeth.

“Blu? I’ve never met anyone with that name. I’m Jung Hoseok.” You tilted your head and furrowed your brows, inquiring why he introduced himself as if he isn’t the person who owns the company, and especially why he included his last name. You hadn’t. “Ah, that.” He grinned from ear to ear. His smile was intoxicating and contagious, and you couldn’t help but to smile as well. “I was just informing you what yours will be changed too in no more than four years.”

You quirked a brow, jutting your chin out to look at him. You both were tall, but he was tall enough for you to wear heels all the time and still be a bit shorter. You knew that wearing heels everyday throughout high school was an amazing tactic. But how could he say something like that to you without even knowing you? You were quite offended by the fact that he thought you could be so easily swayed to be attracted to someone. You weren’t ever an easy target for anyone.

You had lost track of how long you were running. You were glad that your asthma hadn’t begun to act up when your instincts had kicked in to make you book from your shared apartment. You reached into your back pocket and grabbed your smart phone to check the time and your location, but the shattered screen made it difficult. It was night time, and Hoseok had made sure that your shared apartment was slightly out of the way of the city. Slowing your speed to a brisk jog, you reached the outskirts of the city and the artificial light caused your pupils to focus and refocus.

After running for a bit longer, you had entered a bistro that was very familiar to you. Often having to pick food up together during late nights, you had become friends with the owner. The way you walked through the front door wasn’t exactly normal, and Seokjin saw it all over your face. He nodded and with a wave of his hand, he instructed you to follow him into his kitchen. It took everything in you not to run. Walking was significantly more painful than running, as an insistent throbbing drummed within your thighs and calves, but you still walked into the kitchen, trying to brush off the intrusive stares, and panic in the back of your head.

Hoseok had been incessantly texting you for weeks asking for a single date, and you had been texting Mark that he was a gaping asshole for giving Hoseok your number. But, of course Mark considered it a business opportunity at the time and admitted to no wrong. You had continuously texted Hoseok to not text you anymore, but he said that he wouldn’t stop texting until you went on a date with him. You considered blocking him or calling the police, but seeing him in his element as a cold-blooded businessman, convinced you that he probably had everyone bought out already. So, begrudgingly you agreed to one date.

The first date was so fun, you found it off-putting. You thought he was a stuck up and cocky guy, but you were proven wrong. He came dressed casually in ripped jeans, a shirt and a jacket, and told you to dress casually as well. For you, that meant high-waisted skinny jeans, a pair of timberland boots, a crop top, bold makeup, and wearing your thick curls out. The minute he saw you, a smile took over his face and he prided himself on expressing how ethereal you looked. That wasn’t what impressed you though, neither was the open hand-holding or the kisses on the cheek. It was that he didn’t have a plan for the date.

At first it pissed you off, that he worked so hard to get the date, and pestered you for what felt like forever, only to come empty-handed. But, for the second time that night, you were wrong. He had everything planned out.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your head.” You nodded. If he asked anything too personal you could always just walk away, but for the most part you were an open book. “What do you want to do tonight?”

Your mouth moved faster than your brain. “Roller skating.”

“Is that all? Is there anything else you want to do?”

“I want to eat, but I want to eat somewhere cheap that mas messy food.” Dating in general was out of your comfort zone so, why not try to tug him out of his? Roller skating and eating fast food was comfortable to you.

With a tight clutch of your hand and a kiss to your cheek, he nodded. “What are we waiting for then?”

And your first date was the best night of your life up to that point. And Hoseok texted you the next morning.

Seokjin basically had to hold your hands over the mug you were holding to keep you from shaking. Why were you sitting? Why were you sitting? He hadn’t asked you anything, and you were thankful, but it seemed off. He hadn’t even tried to talk to you, and from what you knew he loved to talk. It seemed off to you. Placing the mug on his stainless-steel counter, you stood and bowed your head to thank him. He nodded his head back, and you noticed his ears were red. That was his tell, and you knew it was your time to start running again.

How could you forget? Nowhere you had been to before was a safe place to hide. You tried to walk out the way you came in, but Daehyun was there. Standing right behind the door you were trying to exit from.

You shoved the door with all of your might, and it hit him in the face. You sent a hard glare in the other male’s direction, and ran out the back door. It led to an alleyway which you knew to avoid, but you were running out of it, not into it.

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Hoseok wasn’t someone you were initially attracted to, let alone getting to this point of admiration. He had texted you every free moment he had, to ask you how you were doing, what you were up to, or to tell you how he was doing. You had many other dates in the passing 9 months, and you were very exclusive.

You were sitting behind a desk in your nail salon working on a client’s long stiletto manicure. It was way past lunch, but you wanted to make sure it was something she could be proud of and keep for a while. It was long past lunch, and you were only about 75% done when you got another text from the businessman.

Still working on the client? He asked, but you couldn’t reply.

About 15 minutes later, you heard the bell jingle above the door and looked up to see Mark. You grinned widely seeing his 100-watt smile. And he had brought you lunch! You knew there was a reason behind why you kept him as your best friend.

You directed the customer to the LED light to cure her gel top coat and set a timer. You told her that when it went off, she could leave. She paid in advance so it wasn’t a problem. You stood and hugged Mark tightly, taking the bento box from his hands, and beginning to eat. You two sat, laughing and catching up seeing that you hadn’t seen or spoken to him much since yourself and Hoseok had gotten together.

A bit into your conversation, Hoseok had walked in and the smile that once decorated his face dropped. His expression was completely unreadable. He had a very expressive face, so he was only unreadable when he wanted it to be.

You smiled at him anyway. “Hi, baby! What brings you by?”

Then, a much smaller, tighter smile decorated his face. “I was just in the neighborhood, and I had something I needed to ask you, but I think it can wait.” He turned and left.

You didn’t know why you felt so guilty, and you looked at Mark. He smiled and shrugged. “Follow him. I should get going anyway. My meeting started a while ago.” You widened your eyes at him and he laughed. “My company, my time schedule. But I should go.” He kissed your cheek and left, as you ran out to meet Hoseok.

The minute you slid into the back seat with him, as his driver pulled off, he seethed. “You two are extra friendly, aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude, this is serious.”

You scoffed and looked at him dead in his face. “What do you want me to do? He’s my best friend, and we’ve been doing that forever.”

“It upsets me, Blu. It really does. I feel like I am the only one who should have the right to touch you.” His possession was cute. “but that’s not why we’re here. I still have to ask you.” You nodded and tilted your head and awaited his inquiry.

That evening, you and Hoseok moved in together, and that was the last time you spoke to Mark about anything other than work.

You panted behind the corner of a brick building. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out like this. You were just lucky that it was summer so the temperature didn’t drop a lot. You dashed out and ran on the side of the road. It was either very late in the evening or really early in the morning because no one was out. It was eerie.

You looked over your shoulder quickly and made a hard right. It was even darker that way, and probably even less safe, but you couldn’t be caught. You touched your neck in a frenzy, feeling a slight wave of relief when you felt that your neck was, in fact, bare.

It wasn’t a holiday. Just another day where Hoseok wanted to buy you something he thought was nice. But this gift wasn’t nice it all. It was actually quite naughty. He bought you a collar with a heart-shaped locket on the end, with his name on it. You laughed at first taking it as another kinky gift. He loved to have you in collars. He thought you looked almost as beautiful as when you first met.

He put it on you, and you let it happen. You were willing to have hot, dirty sex with him almost whenever he wanted you, but he shook his head when you stepped closer, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“This is to signify that you belong to me. Please don’t ever take it off.” You saw the look in his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping properly lately, but when he had his eyes trained on your neck, he looked at peace.

Wanting him to be happy, you kept it on, and never took it off.

You walked past many stores, the majority being closed and collapsed in front of a small Lamb Skewer restaurant. It was Jungkook and Yoongi’s. You couldn’t possibly go any farther than here and you were certain you’d be found. You closed your eyes, the minute you heard tires and saw bright headlights, breathing deeply.

It was your third year with Hoseok and as he promised, he had proposed, but you two were arguing over you hanging out with Mark again. He was your best friend and you missed having someone else to confide in and get advice from. “But you have girls around you all day! I don’t doubt your dedication to me for a second. I had one male friend, that I’ve known forever mind you, and I haven’t seen him since the day you asked me to move in with you.”

He shook his head and looked at you, the crease between his brows becoming more defined. “Blu, you are precious to me. I don’t want you thinking of anyone else as long as we’re together. I’m not sure I could handle not being around you, anymore. I don’t even remember what that was like.”

The more you thought about it, you couldn’t either. You had hardly spent any time apart. That could be eating your relationship alive and you didn’t want that. You were in love with him, and he seemed to be beyond in love with you. You were his most prized possession, his favorite guilty pleasure, his not-so-secret obsession. And you weren’t sure that was good for either of you anymore. You just needed time apart.

“Maybe we should take time apart. I think distance makes the heart grow fonder, and we already know everything about each other so,”

He cut you off, desperately trying to convince you otherwise so you’d stay. “Remember how I told you about the secretary when we met?” You reeled back from the abruptness of the question.

“Yes.”

“It was a harassment suit. We dated, and she couldn’t handle my brand of love. I know it’s a bit extreme, but it’s who I am.”

You nodded. It is a bit extreme, but you learned how to cope with it. Or so you thought.

“I still think we need some space. I’m still not over you blocking Mark on my phone, and changing the locks on the door so they only open on the outside, knowing damn well you leave for work before I do… and that you tried to hide it from me.” You were slowly growing angry.

“Can I confess one more thing? The collar has a tracker in it. That’s how I always know where you are. But can’t you see?” You didn’t know whether to run away or get angry. “We still have so much more growing to do… together.” He grabbed you tightly by your shoulders, digging his nails in. You winced.

“Hoseok! You’re hurting me!” You weren’t a weakling or defenseless, though. You shoved him away from you. You tried to take the collar off, but Hoseok was right back in front of you the minute you did. He looked almost completely absent, but he was crying.

“No, no, no, no, please…” He begged placing his hands at the nape of your neck and trying to re-fasten it and tighten it, but you pushed him again and threw it. “You can’t leave. I’m begging you. We don’t need time apart. I can’t handle it.”

You shook your head and tugged at the roots of your hair trying to grasp what the fuck was going on. “Hoseok-“

He looked almost demonic as he stood and grinned, walking towards you. “I’ll never let you leave me. We’re going to be together forever. I’ll follow you if you try. I’ll make sure you always come back home to me. You must come back home.” Chuckling and sobbing at the same time he tried to grab for you again, but you had backed up already. He was way off. It was as if he were high.

“Hoseok, get it together or the engagement is off. I’m not fucking with you.” You sized him with your eyes and slowly backed up towards the door. You were suddenly thankful that you found out about his plans to change the door before he had actually gotten it done. He hadn’t noticed yet.

“Ah, but what if I tied you up, and trapped you here? I know you like that when I’m fucking your brains out. You beg me to. To tie you up and fill you with me and all of the little toys you love so much.” He laughed to himself but you noticed that his eyes weren’t focusing.

You shook your head and began to cry. You had your feet in your shoes already and grabbed everything you needed, which was your walled and your phone which you know h had bugged. You took your engagement ring off and threw it at him, running out the front door, ignoring the footsteps behind you, into the dark night.

Hoseok stepped out of the car, picking you up bridal style and took you into the familiar black car. “I told you, Blu. You must come back home. You’ll always come back home to me.”