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mishkakagehishka · 2 years ago

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NO YOURE SO RIGHT okay exposing myself here but i love yanmika so much i think about him daily . imagine him drawing the most grotesque eroguro costume concept art of his darling and showing it to them as he describes in . TERRIFYING detail how he plans to recreate his drawing in real life ............

Head in hands i think about yanmika almost daily, too... it's such a guilty pleasure, bc he's one of those characters that don't seem, on the surface, as a yandere, but when you dig deeper... he is Unstable♡ And it's just so interesting! Under the cut for length.

I don't see yandere as a romantic trope, I write this as horror!! I don't try to romanticise this, I try to scare and shock the reader using this!

And this time, specific warnings: exploring Mika's sadistic side and descriptions of gore (though I kept it light since this is more of a stream-of-consciousness rant and not my usual writing), violence and blood! I couldn't bring myself to write the ero part of eroguro, but he's still a bit insane ab blood and gore, especially in the last few lines, so keep that in mind. This one got a bit heavier than usual, so let me know if there's anything that needs a specific tag/warning that I've missed

So, first things first, Mika, as a character, is so full of contrast and paradoxes. It's no wonder he's associated with creepy/cute and gurokawa imo because. On the surface, you would only see the cute/kawa aspect... but the more you read of his stories, and his lines, and he reveals bits and pieces of himself, from the fascination with the mysterious, to his love for creepy things, to. To the collection of "scary images" he keeps to. "Sleep better". And the lines where he gets all violently jealous or even where he takes human life a little too lightly (like the time he thought he'd killed Ritsu - one of his best friends - and his only concern was that Shu would be angry at him) and it's like. He's a little fucked up♡

And this is why I also think Mika could have a masochistic as well as sadistic side. As a yandere, he strikes me as the obsessive worshippy type - and that plays into his masochistic side. He wants his darling, who's like a deity to him, to give him attention and affection even though he believes he doesn't really deserve it. He'd even be fine with his darling yelling at or hitting him, he just wants to interact with them.

But, on the other hand... there's his jealous and violent side that would play into his sadistic side. It's not that Mika wants to kill or hurt his darling, they're still like a deity to him, but~~ He'd fantasise about knifing them sometimes. Not in a way that would kill them, his imagination is very unrealistic, he'd sigh while thinking about digging through their guts while they hug him and thank him and admit Mika is their favourite-! And then he'd probably feel guilty because it's his darling and there's still a large part of him that doesn't want them hurt. But maybe it'd be nice to help them with a papercut or nosebleed once, just so he can at least see what their blood looks like. He might even be lucky enough to walk away with the tissue used to stop the bleeding♡ but he'd feel less guilty of the violent fantasies if he feels Extremely Jealous. He thinks of covering himself in his darling's blood - and them in his own - as a way to cope with the jealousy. For some reason, he thinks it's intimate. So when his darling sees him storm off somewhere if he catches them praising another idol, it's because he's off steaming and probably even drawing out all his fantasies of chopping their tongue and hands off so they can never speak to anyone again.

And speaking of his art! He starts testing the boundaries after some time, showing his darling progressively worse and worse things. It starts off with someone having a nosebleed or an outfit with a golden ribcage - his Dark Romance outfit (a digression but omg... the fact that it's called Dark Romance. Mika, do you have something you want to share with the class) - and a few months later, his smile is so bright and innocent for someone showing off art of someone's intestines spilling out (doesn't he resemble that idol they said they liked the other day?) or a design for quite the provocative outfit featuring motifs of dried blood and organs. And then he starts telling his darling how much he wants to design an outfit for them! Aw, won't'cha let yer Mika make you yer very own fit?

But he doesn't give them much say, he assures them he knows - he's a full-fledged designer himself by now! - what would look good on them and what would fit them. But from the start, his intentions seem wrong. Firstly, the bottoms are entirely too short. As a compromise, he lengthens them to drop until their knees, and then comments that it's "cuter that way, anyway" so they can't even be sure he was actually compromising. Then the top is tight and low-cut - and he compromises by making the collar a turtleneck, but who even knows if that's any better. And the design is very... grim. The top has a rather realistic design of a chest opened - blood-dripping ribs behind which a heart is situated. You'd expect Mika to design them cartoonishly, but he's rather practised at it, so, thanks to the tightness of the top, it ends up looking rather 3D. The intestines are well-presented, too, and... everything seems to be dripping in blood. The bottoms, thankfully, are only in a matching black colour to the base of the top, and their normalcy kind of eases the darling into accepting it, even though the chains still give it a very edgy look.

He's nibbling on his thumb as he watches his darling try it on so he can make final adjustments. He gets fidgety. When the fitting is over, he asks them if they like it. It's probably grown on them by then, or they just feel bad because of how much time and effort he spent on it, but they say they do. And then he gets soooo happy, so overjoyed! He's so glad, he wasn't sure if they would like it, but he's so glad they did. He even asks for permission to hug them before leaning in, embracing them, and... starting his little ramble. About how he wishes he could actually open them up instead of just imagining what their guts look like. About how he wishes he didn't have to settle for keeping the tissues they used to stop nosebleeds and instead they could exchange blood yknow like a normal couple. About how he wishes he could one day be worthy of all his darling's expressions to be shown to him. Love, joy, pain, he just wants to see it all! And he wants to be the only one to see it, and he wants to show his own to his darling. Don't think him selfish or mean! He won't leave his darling wanting, he wants to bleed and be opened up as much as he wants them to bleed and for him to open them up. He just thinks it's so romantic, doesn't his darling agree? Don't they want to give it a try? He has the sewing scissors on hand already. Just a little cut, he'll let them make a matching one on his skin, wherever his darling chooses! Don't mind how deeply he's breathing and how much he's blushing the more he tries to convince them.

#ah yanmika my love my guilty pleasure. got a bit nauseous proofreading this so i guess that means i did well lmao #ensemble stars #mika kagehira #yandere enstars x reader #kagehira mika #yandere #gore text tw #violence tw #nsft-ish #<- idk kinda suggestive?#i hope i tagged this all fine i kinda let myself go crazy

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1kook · 4 years ago

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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v wc; 4.6k

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

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diffind0 · 4 years ago

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High

A/N: Helloooo, i was looking for some smut earlier and couldn’t find one that satisfied me enough (?) so I decided to write one. This is probably shit, it’s my first time writing something (Also english is not my first language) and im kinda nervous about it. So please let me know what you think. Enjoy! WARNINGS: smut, drug use, bad words? probably bad grammar ups sorry Summary: First time being high and having sex with your boyfriend tom smut under the cut

It wasn't the first time you and Tom smoked weed, in fact, you guys did it quite regularly. But it was the first time you fucked while high. Everything started one day where Tom came home really stressed about filming his upcoming film with the Russo Brothers, Cherry. Once he came through the door, you could see in his eyes the crappy day he had, so you suggested smoking a bit, just to take the tension off of him. “That actually sounds quite nice, love” he had said after thinking about it for a minute. So you rolled a blunt, and led Tom to the living room, sat him down on the couch, put on some music and dimmed the light so everything would be more relaxing. You lit the joint and took a long hit at it, held the smoke in your lungs for a couple seconds and blew the air out slowly. Tom was looking at how hot you looked doing that, and licked his lips before accepting the cigarette you were offering, his eyes never leaving yours. You passed the blunt a couple times, talking almost nothing, enjoying the feeling of the drugs getting to your head. You could see how tired his eyes were, bags under them from waking up super early and coming home extra late that day. While he took a hit from the joint, you also noticed his features, his wild eyebrow, his little freckles from playing golf under the sun, his thin lips rounding the tip of the joint, and his sharp jaw when he lifted his head at an angle to take in the smoke. He looked so hot. You didn’t know if you were high already (honestly, you were a little bit of a lightweight), but watching him blow out the smoke from his lungs and having his neck exposed like that, made you want to lick the sensitive skin more than ever. So you did, you came closer to him, while he was looking at the shadows the light made in the ceiling, and pressed your face to his neck, taking in his scent, and licking a long stripe, from the base to his ear, where you stayed and nibbled on the lobe for a second. “What you doing there babe?” He asked, closing his eyes at the sensation your tongue provided to the sensitive area. “I don’t know, you look really hot like that” You said, after pressing soft kisses to his neck. “Like what? Doing drugs?” He questioned, feeling himself getting a bit hard. “Yeah, I couldn't resist myself” you said, going back and looking straight to his face. His eyes now were a little bit red, but they were darkened with lust. “I know you had a long day Tommy, but let me take care of you” Without waiting for his answer, you took his face and kissed him, hard. He instinctively placed his hands on the back of your head, desperately trying to deepen the kiss. You didn’t put any resistance at his gesture, and opened your mouth to let your toung ask for permission to enter his mouth. He let you, and played with your tongue desperately. Once you felt the wet flesh, you let out a small moan, the sensation making you horny in a second. He took this as a signal to keep going, so he moved his hands to one of your legs to pull it to one of his sides, making you straddle him. You positioned yourself so you would be sitting comfortably in his lap, and immediately rolled your hips, making Tom moan deeply and grabbed your ass, giving it a tight squeeze, making you roll your hips again. He smiled into your lips, and you took the chance to put your chilly hands under his shirt, feeling his hard abs. “Take this off” you ordered. He obliged, throwing his shirt over his head quickly. The cold air and your hands making his nipples get hard, so without containing yourself, you started kissing his chest, feeling his dick get harder with every second passig. You could feel it in your centre, and the sensation made you so wet you swore he would be able to feel it through your leggins if he touched you there.Reading your mind, he did exactly that, traveling his hands from your butt to your front, placing one of them flat against your pussy. You grinned against it, trying to get more pressure from it. He got the signal and pressed against your core once more, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He took this opportunity to kiss your exposed neck furiously, biting it occasionally, definitely leaving marks all around it.

He took your shirt off in one swift motion, followed rapidly by your bra, and started playing with your nipples until they were hard as a rock. You started undoing his pants, getting them down enough so his dick could come bouncing out of his clothes and hitting his naked stomak. You took it in one of your hands and stroked it up and down a few times, feeling him getting harder. You came off his lap to the floor, kneeling in front of him.

“Such a pretty view” he said, getting his pants completely off, knowing what was coming. You smiled at him, taking his dick into both of your hands and spitting a little at the tip of it, taking a big breath and putting it in your mouth, moving slowly down, placing your tongue flat against his shaft. Once you had half of it in, you did it again, and again, and again, until you had a good rhythm. You could hear Tom's little moans, whispering words of encouragement to you. You bobbed your head quickly, feeling how your boyfriend's hips were starting to move upwards, so he grabbed a fist full of your hair to help him with his movements. You closed your eyes and concentrated, because the tip of his dick started to touch the back of your throat.

All of the sudden, he stopped, and placed his hands on both sides of your head to make you look at him “If you keep doing that love, im gonna cum in your mouth.” You wiped your lips with the back of your arm, ready to tell him that you didn't mind if that happened. “But I need to feel you around me now” he continued.

You simply nodded, helping yourself up with the hand he was offering you. He spinned you around, still sitting, and took your leggins off in one swift motion, helping you out of them. He looked at your ass with hungry eyes, and licked one of your cheeks. The gesture made you giggle, but then he slapped gently the place he licked, and made you gasp in pleasure. He did it again, to your other cheek, getting the same reaction. He then, from behind you, bent you over a little so your clothed cunt was showing. He saw the dark spot your wetness made onto your underwear, and wouldn’t resist himself from taking two fingers to your center and stroke it softly. You whimpered in his touch, now completely high from the weed you smoked earlier, and the feeling being so intense.

“God, you’re getting so desperate darling, maybe we should smoke and do this more often” He said in a low voice, smiling teasingly.

“Shut up and fuck me already” You responded looking back at him, the anticipation killing you.

“Yes ma’am” the curly one responded with a smirk that made you want to slap him. He turned you around once more, so now you were facing him. He was also high, his eyes now completely red. He played a little bit with the waistband of your panties, making you groan with desperation. He giggled and pulled them off, now standing completely naked in front of him. He stood up, placing his large hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him, your arms lacing behind his neck, he kissed you passionately making your chest fill with love for the brit. He then placed both of his hands on your ass, urging you to jump so he could carry you to your shared bedroom. You laced your legs around his hips, feeling his hard dick touch your pussy a little.

Once you were in there, he closed the door and put you directly against it, not putting you down. He looked deep into your eyes, and put his dick inside you, slowly, so you could feel every bit of him, every vein, every detail. You both gasped, opening your mouths to let out the breath you didn’t notice you were holding.

“Always so tight for me, doll” He complimented you, pulling out and doing the same thing again, getting a similar reaction from you. “So wet and so tight”

He started moving more regularly, his dick going in and out of you easily. You kissed him, swallowing his moans, and then you bit his lip, the feeling of him so intense that you had to do so.He started pounding into you, his head resting on your shoulder so he could concentrate. You tangled one of your hands in his hair and pulled a little bit, making him groan deeply. You were also moaning uncontrollably, filling his ears with words of encouragement like “You’re doing so good baby” or “So fucking big”

Once the pounding got sloppy, he pulled out of you, making you protest due to the lack of pressure, but he carried you to the bed, letting you down and turning you around, putting you in all fours with your ass up in the air. He squeezed it once, before putting his dick inside you once more. You gasped, the new position making him reach so deep inside you that you didn’t understand how it was possible. He kept going, moaning and panting.

You started looking back at him over your shoulder, he had his eyes closed and was concentrated in keeping his rhythm steady.

“Tom” you said in a breathy voice, “Look at me” You asked. He did. He looked so fucking hot, a bit of sweat starting to form in his body, making him shine in the dark. He pulled you back from one of your shoulders, so you were standing upright. He held you with one arm around your stomach.

“You like that, when I fuck you so deep?” You nodded yes, unable to speak due to the extreme pleasure you were feeling. “Use words babe, I can’t hear you”

‘Yes Tommy, so deep” Is all you could say. You put your hands on his thick thighs, getting you more support, while he moved the arm he had around your waist and rounded your neck with his large hands and slender fingers. “I'm so close, love” He closed his hand grip around your neck a bit more, cutting some of your airway, but keeping it light enough so you wouldn’t suffocate. He also used his other hand to circle in between your legs, pressing down on our clit. “I'm cumming, Tom” you said.

“Cum for me” he said in your ear, “Cum around my cock” That was what took you over the edge Your walls clenched around him, orgasming hard. The feeling was so intense, not like the times you had fucked before, but ten times more powerful. So powerful that you were now screaming his name riding your high. He pounded into you, helping you through it, cumming right after you.

He moaned hard, and let you neck go, also pulling out of you, so you fell forward onto the bed, exhausted. He fell right behind you, his chest going up and down fast.

He giggled, and smiled like a kid. “That was fucking amazing” he said while spooning you.

“Yeah, I agree” You turned around in his grip, facing him. You kissed him lightly “Maybe we should smoke and fuck more regularly” you said smiling and kissing all over his face.

“Absolutely” he replied happily.

“So you had a rough day?” You asked, remembering why you started smoking in the first place. He nodded softly, still recovering from moments ago. “Tell me about it”

“Maybe after we get some food, i'm starving.”

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asiantransformations · 4 years ago

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My Roommate Reality.

Who could ask for a better roommate? Someone who was fit, muscular, and handsome. He always enjoyed cooking and walking around in his underwear. Many times I caught him in his sex-filled fantasy that is his life. Man, his girlfriend was lucky to have him.

...Today, Shaun had decided in the early morning that he was going to sneak away for the weekend with his girlfriend. If his parent’s decided to call the dorm room this weekend, I was to cover for him as always. As he got dressed and slipped out the door he looked over at me and whispered loudly, “Thanks again bro. You’re the best roommate”. As the door closed I looked over at his side of the room. His briefs and clothes were thrown all over the floor. The room was filled with the fresh musk of a college wrestler.

I got out of bed and picked up Shaun’s gym gear which was still moist from his midnight workout. I inhaled his manly fumes as I shoved my face in his Nike boxer briefs. A tent in my shorts pitched almost instantly. Without reacting, I had stripped my clothes and changed into his briefs and training shorts. They were loose, but the moisture stuck to my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoyed the cold, wet feeling and felt my skin absorb Shaun's residual sweat and testosterone. My body went numb, I fell to my knees, causing me to panic for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was an exact copy of Shaun. I flexed and felt an even bigger tent pitching as I thought about exploring this hunk of a bod.

Suddenly, I head the jiggle of the doorknob with Shaun asking me to open it. He forgotten to take his wallet. I didn't know what to do. In a split spontaneous moment, I sprinted towards the door and hid at the side. As the door open, I grabbed Shaun in a sleeper hold and applied pressure to one of his pressure points, causing his body to grow limp and fall into my arms. This move was so easy to achieve with a well-built body like Shaun's. I dragged him onto my bed and locked the door.

I immediately started to undress him. First pulling his singlet off over his beefy biceps and shoulders, exposing his chiseled abs and defining pecs. Then, i stripped off his sneakers and those tight pants he always wore. Shaun loved wearing clothes that accentuate his body and effort to keep it that way. It was his way to brag about his discipline and hard work at the gym. I pulled off his briefs and there he was, fully naked in high definition detail. Was this what I looked like as well? I quickly got rid of my clothes and came to realization that we are identical! Every muscle contour and peak was exact, every freckle, everything. Including what looked like a 10” cock. I knew every sensitive spot on his body and where he liked to be kissed. I contemplated on exploring his original body while using the copy of his body. I knew he was a narcissist, but did he ever thought about sex with himself?

I caressed his plump biceps and circled around his nipples with my finger. His body tensed up and twitched. I continued tracing his abs as I switched to sucking his hard, perky nipples. I could feel myself getting a boner just thinking about the feeling. A boner was forming as I slowly jerked it off with the precum leaking from his and my dick. Massaging his balls as I sucked on his dick. His balls tightening up made me knew he was close to releasing. One last motion of his dick hitting the back of my throat, caused him to wake up to see an exact replica of him sucking him off. That hot steamy narcissistic moment that made him blow his load into my mouth. I closed my eyes, was choked by his own juices; it felt so thick and warm, as if it was more than his creamy milk. I opened my eyes and he disappeared. Did I swallowed all of him when he released into me? I felt like I gained all his memories, habits, quirks, and fetishes. I could hear the old Shaun in my subconscious screaming. Guess there could only be one Shaun and I was fortunate to be the dominant.

I picked up Shaun's shirt, took whiff of his sweat infused scent and pleasure shocked my senses. I slipped on his still damp boxer briefs which caused my cock to awaken. The pants were snug, which slid over my tight ass and erect cock. My phone started to vibrate, it felt good.

Remembering his password, I opened his phone, to my surprise he had a boyfriend. I didn't know he was gay.

"Where are you? I cannot wait to cuddle in your strong arms!" the text said.

"I am on my way babe, I'm feeling so horny right now and you are the only cure!" I replied with a pic of my boner showing through my pants.

I ran out in my new body as Shaun. It was overflowing with fresh confidence. Looks like now it's my turn to cover for my non existent roommate. I cannot wait to take the world head-on and for my boyfriend to take on my head.!

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morizoras-cave · 4 years ago

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Swell (Request)

Tom Hiddleston x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: Angstttt, slight fluff

Request Description(s): could i request a fic with tom hiddleston x teen!co-star! reader where he finds out her self harm scars and comforts her?

i don’t know if this is out of your comfort zone but what ab one where reader self harms and maybe tom hiddleston sees her cuts and gets concerned and comforts her and talks to her ab it and just lets her know he’s here for her and he cares and she’s loved (if you don’t feel comfortable writing this that’s completely fine) thanks :)

Warnings: depression, anxiety, self harm, LANGUAGE

(A/N): so i combined 2 for this because theyre basically the same request! also its very heartwarming that people ask whether im comfortable with this :) thank you for being so caring ya’ll uwu hours OPEN

You weren’t doing anything special that day, it was just another day of shooting. You sat in the makeup chair, feeling a little heavy and gray, but mostly just waiting to be able to do your job.

The swell on your arms was prominent that day. It was because you’d gone too deep the night before, and the thought sparked some anxiety in your chest. You fiddled endlessly with your sleeve.

“Hey, Y/n,” Tom greeted as he entered the makeup trailer. He looked tired and his voice was groggy. He had a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Morning,” you said. The makeup artist was still working on your face, brushing pigments on your features.

“We’ve got a couple of scenes together today, don’t we?”

“Uh, I think so,” you breathed shakily. The anxiety, the heavy feeling in your body, made everything so hard, including just having a normal conversation. Tom must’ve felt your nervousness, because he looked at you worriedly, but decided not to speak on it.

The two of you - and the makeup artists - made small talk, although you tried not to say too much.

“Hannah, Riley, the set designer has some special notes to add today!” a set assistant called into the trailer, before bouncing off again. Hannah and Riley, the two makeup artists currently working on you and Tom, groaned simultaneously and gave each other knowing glances. Tom looked at them, amused.

“Special notes my ass, that bitch just wants to complain,” Hannah said and Riley nodded, while putting away a couple of her brushes.

“We’ll be right back,” Riley said. Before she left she gave you a high five as always, a tradition the two of you had started.

Tom looked over at you when you high fived, smiling first at the sweet gesture. But then, his expression clouded. Your sleeve slid down your arm, and for that split second, he saw countless red lines and scratchy marks on your arm.

His heart stopped and he blinked. You sat down normally again, the action feeling almost provocative to Tom now. He just stared at you, not able to believe that what he had seen was true.

“Why are you staring me?” you asked apprehensively, gripping your sleeve. Tom had noticed that you did that, but had thought nothing of it, now he felt horrible, like his organs were rotting inside himself.

“Are you-.. Do you..”

He simply couldn’t find the words. You two were there, alone in the trailer, the sun was shining, and you were cutting.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, taking a moment to look at you. Then he gripped your arm, not failing to notice the wince and the panic that overtook your features.

“G-Get the fuck off!” you said, pain evident in your voice. You were shaking. The grip on your sleeve was tight, adrenaline pumping through your blood, as Tom attempted to pull down your sleeve.

He tugged it down, finally exposing your sins. Your many, many scars of harm, of punishment, distraction and control. There were too many to count, the image so visceral and real, that Tom felt like his heart was being tugged at. He had to look away, tears filling his eyes. You stared at it still, quivering in your chair.

“Y/n, I... This isn’t..” he mumbled. You pulled your arm away from him and tugged the sleeve down angrily. You were crying, ruining your makeup.

“Leave me alone, Tom. This isn’t.. Professional,” Gritting your teeth and wiping your tears, you composed yourself again. He squatted down in front of you, but you looked away again. He sighed.

“I’m- I’m sorry. That wasn’t good of me.. But you can’t do this, Y/n.. This- This is.. Why do you do this?” He tried, and you could almost hear his mind racing, trying to be better at handling the situation.

“Why?” you chuckled bitterly, you snapped your head back to him, tears now streaming freely down your face, “I don’t know, Tom. Maybe it’s because I can’t figure out why? Why are we here? Why am I here? Why should I be here? Maybe it’s because I feel horrible about myself and everything I do. And maybe that makes me weak. I don’t know, Tom. I don’t know why.”

Silence filled the trailer, the only sound being the traffic outside and the occasional crew members walking by outside. Tom took your arm again, this time gently, so gently that you just let him. He pulled up the sleeve again, gulping at the sight.

“I’m not good at this, Y/n. I haven’t been where you are. But I know this isn’t right, and I think you know that too. I want you to know that you have family who care about you, and friends! And if you don’t feel that way, then you should know that I care about you, and so does the rest of the cast. And it’ll really, really hurt me, if you continue to do this,” he said in that calming voice of his, fingers brushing gently over the scars. It tingled. You sniffled, finally meeting Tom’s eyes.

“I just don’t know how else to cope..” you cried and Tom shushed you, bringing you in for a hug, but never taking his hand off your arm.

“I know, I know.. And I’m not good at this either, so maybe the best thing to do, would be to contact someone professional? Or maybe if that’s too much for you, just call me when you feel like you need to do.. this,” he proposed. He studied your face, as you thought about it.

Finally, you nodded carefully, and Tom smiled a little bit, though his heart still hurt for you.

“Alright, how about we tell the director, that you’re having a little sick day, and we go in and discuss the details of this?” he asked and again you nodded.

Tom helped you, and the two of you sat in your trailer doing nothing really. Not until you felt comfortable enough to say what you preferred, and Tom immediately set it up for you. He let you know that he would also be there no matter what, and despite whatever happened in the future, that day you were absolutely sure that you were loved.

Tom was proud to see you progress, slowly but surely. He felt his heart swell with pride, and he knew one day you’d come to him, able to look at him and say truthfully that you loved yourself. And sure enough, one day you would. :)

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Mania.4

[MASTER LIST] [Mania Master list]

Beta: N/A Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse Words: 1.3k Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).

When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn’t care. Working in his father’s electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi’s real passion is music.

One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

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Yoongi almost felt normal, well his ‘normal’ before everything he knew turned upside and inside out. He was back to working in his father’s business and all he had to do was take one small pill. Pulling on his jumpsuit, he called his father just to confirm, he was perfectly capable of completing the work he missed.

Grabbing the keys, the bottle of pills, he decided against the stronger dose as the mild one worked perfectly fine yesterday. Getting into the van he put the address into his GPS and drove to the gated estate in which the famous band members stayed. It was a long drive but Yoongi couldn’t even bring himself to be tired, he wondered if it was the iced americano that made him happy. He repressed any thoughts that it might have something to do with the fact he was heading back to the apartment filled with the impressive Alphas and beautiful Omegas.

He would be lying if he hadn’t felt his heart flutter when he thought about seeing Seokjin and Jimin again in the flesh and a tiny flutter in his tummy when he thought of the Powerful Alpha’s each with a delicious scent that haunted him.

Yoongi pulled into the driveway and stopped before the Barrier Arm his window in line with the security booth, he leaned over showing his ID and giving his business.

“You aren’t on the list?” Yoongi frowned and called the number Seokjin had given him and it went through on the third call.

“Hello, this is Kim Seokjin,” the omega answered, making Yoongi take a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry.

“Hey, it’s Min Yoongi, your electrician, I am out the front to finish up the repairs but I can’t get in, I can come back another day if it’s not a convenient time” Yoongi flushed as the security guard watched him, it was awkward.

“I will come down, wait there” the phone line went dead and Yoongi forced a laugh.

“Have you had a long day?” it was such an awkward question on top of an awkward situation, Yoongi wanted to leave quickly. His savior came in the form of Kim Seokjin who slipped into the car and the barrier arm was lifted.

“Why are you so pink?” Seokjin asked, placing the back of his hand on Yoongi’s forehead.

“I just made an absolute fool of myself with the gatekeeper,” Yoongi huffed his lips pursing, “I am never coming back here again,”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Seokjin laughed “I enjoy your company and I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, well that’s it you can never leave, if you see him again you will turn into a tomato”

Yoongi laughed wholeheartedly, something about Seokjin’s expressions was so lively and comical and it made Yoongi feel giddy just seeing it. Like he could play around and not be judged, not that Yoongi had ever really cared what people thought of him. It’s just he usually had a stone-cold exterior and found it awkward to speak about anything outside of a professional setting.

So it was easy to laugh and joke around even embarrass himself in front of the omega when it couldn’t compare to what had happened during his heat, this man had seen him at his worst and yet still wanted to be friends and that's what gave Yoongi the confidence to relax.

“Come on in, let me help carry some things,” Seokjin said, “Oh, I forgot to warn you, Jimin is in heat but he is in his bedroom and that shouldn’t affect anything right?”

Yoongi shrugged unsure if it would affect him or not, he hadn’t been exposed to anyone in a heat, hell he had only had a heat once. “I’m not sure,”

“How did the appointment with the specialist go, you were available, I didn’t know if you were busy on that day so I just guessed, I hoped you could make it, it’s not easy getting into seeing the specialist there as she is very good.” Seokjin said

“She doesn’t take new patients either so I am wondering what strings you pulled to get me an appointment?” Yoongi huffed the stairs and took a lot out of him and the two stopped halfway on a small landing to catch their breath. The two laughed at one another, “I am getting too old for this?”

“Tell me about it, everyone else seems to be spring chickens and I am over here taking afternoon naps,” Seokjin laughed “The only thing that doesn’t age is my pretty face and my attitude.”

“I want a nap,” Yoongi mumbled, getting to the top of the staircase and walking down the hall until they reached a familiar door.

Seokjin opened the door, with a cheeky grin, “You can take a nap and finish the work in an hour if you want?”

The house was as luxurious as Yoongi remembered, he declined the offer to rest wanting to get his work finished. He stepped in hesitantly and the scents lingered in the walls carpet and floated in the air like pollen. It was captivating and safe and for the first time since he left he relaxed.

Taking out the clip board, Yoongi went over the details of where he was adding new powerpoints and light switches that he had run through the roof the last time he was here. He switched off the power as he always did for his own safety and got to work. It was easy and with every breath he felt his body relax calmer and calmer until his eyes shut for a moment.

“Jin, the air conditioner isn’t working,” Yoongi caught the most delicious scent drifting down the hallway and when he turned he saw a very naked and extremely sweaty Hoseok in his boxes.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know we had guests?” Hoseok said, Yoongi didn’t want to admit it but the band members had left a strong impression on him and he spent his time researching their music and finding out about each member's personality.

Yoongi was captivated by Jimin his singing and dancing, the way he moved was honestly so captivating that Yoongi could admit he had fallen in love with Jimin when he performed. But, his eyes were often stolen by Hoseok, in interviews he stole the spotlight and made Yoongi laugh, and in his dance he could be a total wild card. Was he sweet, sexy, tough, romantic, bouncy and light, or soft and passionate?

Hoseok seemed the total opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was outgoing and loud by nature, and well that intrigued Yoongi a lot more than he wanted to admit.

“The power is out, because Yoongi is finishing up the electrical work,” Seokjin said exasperated, “maybe try not to…”

Seokjin dropped his voice and Hoseok giggled, “You know Jimin whines if I don’t give him what he wants.”

Moving to the fridge which was right beside Yoongi. Yoongi tried to focus on his work as he leant over the counter to reach the back wall where he was attaching wires for a powerpoint.

Hoseok moving closer pushed his scent in Yoongi’s direction making his stomach churn and his knees weaken. He reached into his pocket and took the mild pill and he sighed in relief, knowing he was safe.

What he didn’t expect was for Hoseok to slide past him, he put a hand on Yoongi’s waist as a preemptive warning that he was stepping behind him, and he reached up trying to grab a glass from the cupboard above Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi felt the churn in his stomach again, this time heavier, his legs shook and he gripped the counter a small whimper falling past his lips. Yoongi tried to lift his chest from the counter but it was a form of submission and his body automatically doubled over the bench for the dominant Alpha behind him. His earthy scent was intoxicating, grapefruit, pepper and cedar. He was fresh, spicy, and warm.

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Look at the mesmerizing artwork by @teamhook. Can you spot the villain of this little story?

In the Offing

Chapter 18 — The Stable Boy

Summary: In which our heroine misplaces something

Chapter 18 on AO3

“A guilty conscience means at least you’ve got one

Who will forgive you when I’m gone?”

-Here He Comes, The Wallflowers

“That went further than I intended,” Killian whispered against her throat. She could feel his smile against the sensitive skin and knew that while his words sounded like the beginning of an apology, it was really more of an observation on their current status. Their completely unclothed, totally sated status.

“Hmm, there is something about the motion of the water,” Emma said by way of agreement. She was lazily running her fingers through his mussed hair, appreciating the way the thick, short locks felt silky in her hands. His laughter rumbled through his chest and she gave in to the temptation to run her fingers through the hair there as well.

“I’ll make a pirate out of you yet, Swan.”

“Well, I need to do something special for a man who would trade a secluded afternoon with the most famous actress in the world to spend time with his unknown, magnet-for-trouble house guest.”

She should get up. Lord only knew if there were locks on the door or if they could be interrupted. However, she wasn’t lying about the sensation of being lulled to sleep by the waves. Although sleep was the furthest thing from her mind a few minutes ago.

“House guest? Is that the label we’re going with? How about girlfriend? Lover? Angel? Magnificent creature?” He punctuated each question with a nuzzle against a different section of exposed flesh. “Besides, I am a seafaring man and all sailors know that it’s bad luck to have a redhead on board. Thank goodness I didn’t have to take her out on the open seas. You may never have seen me again.”

“That would have been a shame. I do enjoy seeing you. The more of you, the better.” She allowed her hands to wander over the expanse of skin on display, thankful that the afternoon was warm since there was only one sheet and their picnic blanket from the other day to cover up with. Her eyes had drifted closed during their idle exchange but she cracked open her left to look at him as she felt the bed shift under his movements. He had propped himself up on his elbow and was resting on his side. She was surprised to see his expression had turned serious. “What’s on your mind?”

“I think it’s time we talk. I like the odds of you staying put since you’re naked,” he added with some of his usual swagger.

“If you’re ready,” she told him. Reaching up to cradle his face in her hands, she knew that nothing he said would make any difference to her. She was too far gone already. The only possible outcome was she would fall deeper under his spell. “No matter what, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know what those words mean to me, love.” He pressed a forceful kiss to her lips and returned to his earlier position. His eyes focused out the window and glazed over as he became lost in his memories. When he spoke, his voice had deepened with emotion. “Liam and I moved here a decade ago with one purpose and one purpose only: To find Frederick’s bloody treasure trove. There was nothing for us in England, hadn’t been in years really. I was graduating and Liam was finishing up his enlistment with the Navy. To my surprise, he didn’t doubt for a moment my claims that I could find our fortune on the rocky beaches of Maine. So off we went without a backward glance at the shores of our ancestors.”

She could imagine a younger Killian, full of life and confidence, pulling along his older, more seasoned brother. After all, no one was more jaded than her and she was already prepared to follow him to the ends of the earth.

“It took us more time to find the pub in Storybrooke than it did to find the first treasure hoard. Oh, Emma, I wish you could have been there.” His grin was something that belonged on a schoolboy’s face, not a man in his mid-thirties. Unable to help herself, she reached up and traced it with her fingertips. He captured her wayward digits and pressed a heartfelt kiss to the tips. “Most pirate treasure was in the form of goods like timber, cotton, sugar, or tobacco. But good old Frederick didn’t disappoint. There was enough silver to make us wealthy even by today’s standards. There were some interesting historical bits as well that will one day find their way into a museum but I won’t bore you with those details.”

“Such a gentleman,” she murmured with a chuckle. “What did you do with it? Aren’t you supposed to alert the authorities when you find stuff like that?”

“I want to be a better man for you, Swan, but I will never be a saint. We haven’t disclosed any of our findings. We simply dip in when we need something extra. Some day we’ll let it see the light of day but for now it rests in Davy Jones’ locker.”

“Wait, I know that one. You mean it’s hidden under the sea?”

“No, we put it in my grandfather’s old locker and buried it under the cottage. It’s the only thing my father left behind when he abandoned us all those years ago.” When she rolled her eyes at him, he simply chuckled. “But to answer your question, the laws vary by state and country. Maine is actually quite lenient with their buried treasure as long as it isn’t found on state property. Luckily, two of the piles we found were on my land at the cottage. Technically, I didn’t own the land when I found the first one but it was under contract. I quickly remedied that and it was all above board when I found the second stash a few days later. That one had more coins and a few loose gemstones.”

“Gemstones?” Visions of The Goonies filled Emma’s mind and she had to stop herself from asking about One-Eyed Willy. Because, as fantastical as it seemed, the man who held her heart in his hands also had a knack for finding buried treasure. A gift she hoped he would survive considering someone out there desperately wanted to get their hands on it.

“Yes, darling,” he answered. “I think several have your name on them.”

“No way,” she argued. “I don’t want any of it. What if it’s cursed?”

“Cursed, you say?” He looked thoughtful as the sunlight was momentarily blocked by an errant storm cloud outside. “Yes, I suppose that may be true. Shortly after I uncovered the third pile, I went to the Rabbit Hole to celebrate my victory. Liam had just met Elsa so I was on my own for the most part those days. Not that it mattered, you know how this town takes to new people so I never lacked companionship for a drink or...whatever.”

“Whatever, indeed,” Emma teased in her best impression of his accent. She sensed he was coming to the part of his story that was the most difficult to relay and tried to infuse some humor into the conversation.

With a rueful grin that acknowledged her effort, both with the accent and the humor, he continued. “I met Milah that night. She was a sight to behold in the dim light of the bar, vibrant in a way that seemed too much for this little town.” He narrowed his eyes as they made contact with hers. “I didn’t know at first that she was married. Lads of twenty-four aren’t known for pumping the brakes when a beautiful woman gives them nothing but green lights and I was no different. Honestly, I was probably worse. I was a rash young man far from home and high on my own cleverness. It never occurred to me to question my good fortune or wonder why no one else was vying for her attention.”

“How far gone were you when you found out the truth?”

“Completely,” he confessed with a shaky breath. “The fight we had when I found out, well, it would have melted paint off the walls. I was a dirty little secret, the younger man who captured her attention but not her affections. It was always like that with her. She was so restless. Always moving, always searching. Nothing was ever enough. It took me a long time to realize that I wasn’t enough either. She wanted someone to rescue her from a life of boredom, someone who would carry her away and show her the world and fill her days with adventures. I couldn’t be that for her but I nearly destroyed myself trying to be.”

He was lost in the past, his eyes distant and filled with pain. Reliving the end of the most meaningful relationship of your life wasn’t easy, Emma definitely understood that. Especially when you gave all you had to it and it still collapsed in pieces around you.

“Her husband came to visit me one night toward the end. Offered me money to break it off,” he scoffed as if the idea still insulted him. “I refused of course, convinced he was the villain in our little drama and that I would win the heart of the fair maiden in the end. At it turned out, I was wrong on both counts. The villain was the fair maiden. Mr. Gold and I were both pawns in her scheme to escape a life she hated. When she had the opportunity, she took the money and ran. In my kinder moments, I feel sorry for her knowing she must have felt trapped. But then I remember the way the whole town thought I killed her and any kindness I’m able to scare up disappears. Just like she did.”

“You’ve never heard from her? You have no idea what happened to her?”

“No. When it ended, it ended badly. She wanted me to take her husband’s money so we could leave town together, was angry when I refused to be chased off into the night. It was then that I realized she didn’t care who she was with, as long as she wasn’t in Storybrooke. It was a tough blow to stomach. I only saw her one time after that, a couple of nights before she disappeared. She showed up at the cottage to apologize. Told me she would never regret our relationship but it was time to move on. She left the map as a parting gift. I knew then that she meant to leave. Make no mistake, Emma, Milah is alive and well somewhere on this globe, living her life to the fullest and not sparing a thought for anyone in this town.”

“Then her absence is no great loss,” she observed.

He shook his head slowly as if he wasn’t sure he agreed with her assessment. “The day after she stopped by for the last time was when I pulled my idiotic stunt. I got drunk and tried to sail directly into a Nor’easter. Liam caught me at the docks and insisted on coming with me when he couldn’t talk me out of leaving. Our boat capsized about a mile up the coast. I’m only glad I was able to pull him to shore.”

“You saved his life? One-handed in a gale?”

With a bitter twist of his lips, he bit out, “Not sure you’ll allowed to claim such a thing when the only reason a person was in danger in the first place is because of you. He was trapped under the broken mast. I’m still not sure how I got him out but I crushed my hand in the process. Got a pretty nasty infection and the doctors told me the hand couldn’t be saved and if I wasn’t lucky, I’d lose the arm too. Seemed like a no-brainer.”

She felt the tension gripping him and trailed her hands down his left arm, running her fingers over the smooth scars she felt there. He didn’t pull away but he didn’t relax either. “We’re all scarred in one way or another, Killian. Yours are a bit more on display than the average person but this shows that you are a survivor. I’m beginning to think it might be a bad idea for me to find Milah. She has a lot to answer for.”

“You know, I’ve tried to track her down but I’m afraid I don’t have your abilities at finding those who don’t wish to be found. I thought I had tracked her to Paris a few years ago, there was a new artist there that had her style of sketching but I could never be sure and they disappeared before I could make contact. I still have a file on my desktop with the various artwork I found in the gallery catalogues. I always thought I’d pick up the search again later.”

A little afraid to hear his answer, she nevertheless asked, “Why do you want to find her?”

“At first, I missed her. I wanted to hear her voice. Pathetic, right?” When Emma simply gave him a look that clearly disagreed, he smiled at her. “Hmm, my secretly romantic Swan. You have a tender heart that I adore but don’t worry, I won’t let anyone know.” He looked at her with such fondness that she was tempted to go for round two right then. However, on some level, she knew this conversation was more important than their physical connection.

Unaware of her thoughts, he admitted, “Lately I’ve wanted closure. Not for the relationship. It’s been dead and gone for years. For the case, in order to clear my name. I’ve done a lot of things that I’m not particularly proud of since I arrived here but I would like any doubt removed about this crime.”

“If you don’t mind sharing, perhaps we can find her together,” she offered shyly.

“Emma, everything I have is yours,” Killian told her. With a laugh he added, “Including the gold bars I found in the third treasure hoard I uncovered.” Taking her in his arms, he held her as they laid in the Captain’s Quarters in peaceful silence.

—

The rain that had threatened in the afternoon made good on its promise by the time they arrived back at the cottage with carryout from the pizza place. Fortunately, it was the kind of summer rain that moved through quickly and left the air feeling crisp and clean.

After her third slice of pepperoni, Emma leaned back in the patio chair and sighed. “I’m supposed to meet Graham tonight to search the woods. I guess I should head back to Mary Margaret’s place eventually anyway.”

With a quizzical look, Killian took a sip of his iced tea. “A date with another man and moving out? Have I done something to offend you?”

“Very funny,” she retorted. “I think we’ve gotten things a little out of order but there’s no reason to rush into this.”

“Darling, we have already fallen headfirst into the fast lane. There’s no reason to get scared now. Besides, I happen to know that David and Mary Margaret have reached the toothbrush phase of their relationship. You will be taking your sanity into your own hands if you head back there tonight. David is a loud...sleeper.”

“I don’t even want to know how you know that,” Emma said with a shiver of disgust. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to stay with you for the foreseeable future. If you don’t have any other plans, you can also join me on my date. We’re looking for bodies in the woods.”

With a grimace, Killian studied her profile. “Okay but only if I get to plan our next outing. A man likes some mystery in a relationship but dead bodies are a little overboard.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Jones.”

Forewarned about the activities for the evening consisting mainly of traversing hilly, overgrown terrain, Emma did a better job of dressing the part. Outfitted with flashlights from Killian’s emergency kit, she knew if the search lasted beyond the light of the midsummer sun they wouldn’t injure themselves in the dark at least.

Arriving at the Sheriff’s station shortly thereafter, Emma was surprised to find it empty and unlocked. Since another brief summer rain was moving through town, she texted Graham and they decided to wait it out at the station. Twenty minutes later, the rain was over but she still hadn’t heard from the sheriff. “That’s weird. He’s usually better about replying.”

“Text him a lot, do you?”

With a amused shake of her head, she admonished him. “Now is not the time to be jealous, Killian. He’s a friend and, unless I’m mistaken, he’s your friend too.”

“He’s not an enemy,” Killian conceded grudgingly. With a hint of teasing, he said, “But perhaps he is competition.” He moved around the station nonchalantly as if he might find the sheriff under a pile of papers or resting in one of the cells at the back of the open room.

With a deep breath, she walked over to him and linked her arms around his neck. “Not in my eyes. I’m not sure how to convince you that you’ve ruined me for other men.”

“I can think of some persuasive methods that will get your point across.” His roguish eyebrow was cocked in a way that she always found so endearing and sexy. “Why don’t we postpone this search party and you can give it your best shot? I promise to keep an open mind.”

“Keeping an open mind has never been your problem,” she laughed, playfully punching him in the arm. “I have a job to do so stop trying to distract me. We’ll have to go without Graham. We’re losing daylight and I’m running out of time before Henry comes home.”

What she didn’t add was the crossroads his arrival would bring. As much as she had fought against this thing with Killian, now that she was in, she was all in. While the four hour drive to Boston was not an insurmountable distance, she found the idea of being separated distasteful. She knew it was a conversation they needed to have and she wasn’t avoiding it exactly. Her rational mind kept reminding her that they had only met a month ago and people didn’t fall in love and move to different states after a few weeks of knowing someone. Especially single mothers who had children to think about.

Having officially given up on the sheriff, they headed toward the town line. Minutes later, they arrived to find the cruiser already parked on the narrow shoulder, driver side door open and cabin lights on. Jumping out of the truck, Emma exchanged a worried look with Killian and observed, “This looks like trouble.”

He followed her to the cruiser and placed his hand on the front seat. “It’s dry so he probably didn’t get here until after the rain moved through.”

“Graham!” Shouting his name repeatedly probably wasn’t an effective strategy but damn if she could think of anything else to do. Settling in the driver’s seat she found the keys still in the ignition and his walkie on the dashboard. Picking it up, she paged David. Within a minute, he answered, confusion evident in his tone.

“Emma? Why do you have Graham’s walkie?”

“We found his cruiser at the town line. No sign of him. We’re going out to the woods to search but you probably want to get here as quickly as possible. I’ve got a bad feeling about this whole scene.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Wait for me.”

True to his word, David’s battered old Ford pick-up pulled behind their truck in record time. Mary Margaret had made the journey with him and as soon as the car was in park, she rushed to Emma’s side. “Still no sign of him?”

“No,” Killian answered with his eyes scanning the thick woods.

“He headed this direction and he was in a hurry,” the brunette observed, her finger pointing toward an invisible trail as if it were obvious. At Emma’s silent question, she explained, “All-State Orienteering champion and the best tracker in town besides Ruby. Knowing your way around the forest is still a skill set that’s valued in Maine.”

“Sure. I mean, why not?” Emma said sarcastically. “Why don’t you lead the way then? We’ve already wasted time waiting around the station.”

Grabbing the flashlight that David handed her, Mary Margaret stepped off the shoulder and moved noiselessly into the woods. She would occasionally murmur an observation regarding a broken twig or boot print in the soft ground. Emma made a point to try to locate whatever signs the other woman noted on their pursuit but was only able to see the tracks occasionally. In no time at all, they had circled back up the hill to come out at the road not even a quarter of a mile from the cruiser. “Great. Back were we started.”

“No,” Mary Margaret disagreed. “Look here.” She squatted down and shined a beam of light on the asphalt.

Sure enough, Emma saw some kind of liquid that had dripped on the road. “What is that? Motor oil?” Reaching down, she lightly pressed her finger in one of the droplets and smeared it against her thumb. Looking at the bright red color, a chill ran through her. “Blood.”

“And tire tracks from an SUV if I had to guess,” David added, his light illuminating the wide tracks partially visible on the wet dirt of the shoulder. “Someone took him.” He immediately started back toward his truck, getting on his radio and calling the other deputy to round up some volunteers and meet them out at the woods.

—

Entering the cottage at four the following morning, Emma dropped on the couch in exhaustion. They hadn’t found any other clues as to the whereabouts of the sheriff or who grabbed him off the deserted road. Had he been followed out to the town line? Is that why he hadn’t responded to her text? Why would he have not reached out to her or David if he thought he was in trouble?

Settling next to her, Killian pushed her hair back behind her ear. “We won’t find him by staying up and worrying. You need to rest.”

“I can’t shake the feeling that this has to do with me.”

“With you? Why do you think so? Didn’t you say he found something in the woods? Something related to a disappearance that happened when you were a baby.”

“I know it’s crazy...”

“I didn’t say that, love. If you think this has something to do with you, I wouldn’t bet against your instincts.” Smiling at her with an expression of full support, he added, “You’ll figure it out. But it doesn’t have to be tonight.”

“He could be out there hurt, Killian, or worse. I think we need to regroup. Go through everything again. I must have missed something. And we’re going to need all hands on deck. The situation is escalating. When are Liam and Elsa supposed to come back?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Perhaps you should convince him to come back sooner.”

“That will be a pleasant conversation,” Killian muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Perhaps I’ll call Elsa instead. She’s the more reasonable one.”

“Coward,” she whispered against his lips as she kissed him softly. She would never get tired of this, having him within arm’s reach. His very presence made all her worries melt into the background.

“You have more than enough bravery for the both of us,” he complimented her. “But I’ll do as you ask. After all, he’s the one who brought you into this mess. Not that I’m complaining.”

“See that you don’t. I have ways of dealing with complainers,” she ordered tartly, forcing herself to get lost in this moment with him. As she got up to walk away, his fingers hooked into the pocket of her jeans and tugged her back into his lap.

“Saucy. I like that.”

“Behave, Dr. Jones.”

There weren’t any coherent words spoken as the early morning light started to break over the horizon. He had decided to disobey, misbehaving in the most delightful ways.

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litwitlady · 4 years ago

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the devil in you

In celebration of angst day, I am getting over myself and posting by far the angstiest fic I have ever, ever written. This is the follow up to a previous fic - the new part starts at the read more. Lost Decade fic. Warnings include - mentions and discussion of combat trauma and PTSD. Descriptions of blood and death. A reference to Jesse’s abuse. Graphic depictions of very unhealthy, painful sex - at one point Alex will ask Michael to do something to him that Michael never 100% feels comfortable with. So, please read with caution. This is my own take on how Michael and Alex leave each other before he goes to Iraq the final time.

The airstream is warm to the touch. Summer announcing her arrival early. Alex raps his knuckles on the metal door and steps back to wait. He hears the generator purring and assumes Michael must be home.

Alex and Michael have not seen each other for two years, six months, and three days. Three days exactly. From one noon to another noon. All that time a gaping distance that Alex has drowned in since he’d last crawled from Michael’s cramped bunk bed.

When the door swings open, Michael blinks rapidly into the sun like he’s just woken up. He’s shirtless with jeans slung low on his hips – curls bed-tousled. And Alex’s whole heart even if neither one says that part out loud.

‘Did you get my letter?’ A simple question. Anything but a simple question.

Michael moves his lips to talk – pushes his tongue up to the roof of his mouth searching for words he can’t find. He looks back over his shoulder to give himself some time.

Alex reads that the wrong way and immediately begins shuffling backwards. ‘Sorry. I didn’t know you weren’t alone.’ He turns and flees back to the truck that he’s borrowed. Cursing at himself silently.

A hand wraps around his bicep and he stops moving. Michael steps around him and they again face each other. Truth-to-truth. ‘There’s no one else here. Just didn’t know what to say.’ He drops Alex’s arm. ‘I got your letter. I didn’t read it.’

The way Alex’s heart breaks at those words. Someone else in his bed would hurt less.

‘Okay. Sorry to bother you.’ Alex begins the short trek to the truck again. Determined to make it this time. Michael beats him to the door. Plasters his body over the handle.

‘I wanted to read it. Tore the envelope open as soon as I read your name.’ He licks his lips and takes a moment to search Alex’s tear glazed eyes. Noticing his wind-burned cheeks and newly freckled temples. He wants to take him to bed and explore all these new details long into the night. But first he must find the right words.

Alex pulls the keys from his pocket. ‘It’s fine, Guerin. Really. I don’t know what I expected.’ He looks at Michael anxiously – waiting for him to move. Jingles the keys in his nervous fingers. Digs the toe of his boot into the junkyard dirt.

Michael ignores him. ‘Will you read it to me? Maybe stay awhile?’

Alex shakes his head and starts to say something, but Michael takes a step forward and cups his jaw with both his hands. ‘Please.’ That first touch is always so electric. And after over two years they both feel like someone has lit them on fire. Michael doesn’t care if he’s begging. He’ll beg until he’s hoarse if he has to.

Reaching up, Alex closes his fingers around Michael’s wrists. ‘Do you really want me to stay?’ His voice so soft the spring breeze almost steals it away.

The doubt in Alex’s question undoes something in Michael and he drops to his knees. Forehead pressing into Alex’s stomach, desperately palming at his hips. ‘Please.’

Alex’s fingers stroke through Michael’s hair. ‘Okay.’ Neither of them moves. Eventually, Alex slides down onto his knees as well and they wrap their arms around each other. Holding on to one another until that gaping distance disappears.

Inside the airstream at least the temperature is more bearable. Michael tugs off his boots and Alex toes off his sneakers. They both climb into Michael’s tiny bed – leaning back against opposite sides. A wide berth between them.

Michael moves first. Stretching out his long legs towards Alex. Nudging at him with his foot. That too tender smile touching the corners of his lips. And then Alex. Slow and more deliberate. Their legs pressing together as Michael wraps his fingers around Alex’s ankle. Not moving – just touching. Holding on just in case. Letting their skin meld together until neither one knows where they begin and the other ends.

With his free hand, Michael reaches into his pillowcase and removes Alex’s letter. It has been opened – sliced through the top. He pushes it towards Alex. ‘Read it to me. Please.’

Alex unfolds the torn scrap of notebook paper and reads through the words silently. That day in the desert rushing back. He swallows, clears his throat, and begins.

‘Michael.’ Alex pauses because Michael’s fingers have tightened around his ankle. His eyes dart up – a wordless question.

‘I just really love hearing you say my name. Not Guerin – Michael.’ His thumb starts a slow dance up Alex’s leg. ‘You never say it.’

‘Just habit, I guess.’ He half-shrugs and returns to the letter. ‘Yesterday, I was with my unit on a reconnaissance mission. Nothing too serious, too dangerous. Our intel seemed airtight. My friend, Sean, was beside me on the rooftop. And then, I was drenched in his blood. A bullet through his carotid. He died with my fingers pressed against his neck.’

Michael notices the way Alex’s hands have begun to tremble. The way he suddenly can’t sit still, squirming from side to side. He leans over and takes the piece of paper from Alex. ‘I shouldn’t have asked.’

‘It’s okay.’ But the quiver in his voice is anything but okay.

The letter disappears and Michael no longer cares to keep his distance. ‘Come here.’ Less a question, more a request. And Alex doesn’t hesitate to push into his arms.

Michael spreads his legs, inviting Alex inside. Shifting him so that Alex’s back is folded warmly against his chest. Michael’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist. With Alex protected between his thighs, Michael rests his chin on his shoulder and closes his eyes. But all he sees is blood – Alex’s blood – and he shivers.

‘I don’t want to go back.’ And that’s when Alex breaks. Gasping, heaving sobs rack his body. And there’s nothing Michael can do but hold on. Alex turns onto his side, curling into him. Grabbing desperate fistfuls of Michael’s worn t-shirt, tearing the already there holes even wider.

It may as well be Michael’s skin. Riddled with bullet holes, collecting Alex’s burning tears.

Alex cries himself to sleep and Michael follows soon after. The sun crosses the sky and the moon begins to rise. Clouds gather in from the west. Rain threatens. At the first clap of thunder, Alex startles awake. His breathing rapidly increases, and he flounders around in the near dark. Searching for something familiar to ground himself. It’s Michael his hands find first. Warm, awake, and staring up at him with wide, concerned eyes.

Lightning flashes through the narrow trailer. Illuminating Alex’s swollen cheeks, rough with dried tears. He sinks back into Michael as the next boom of thunder rattles the thin, metal walls.

Michael can feel the way he still shakes. Reaches above his head and pulls down the thickest blanket he owns – covers them. Alex’s fingertips dancing lightly back and forth across Michael’s collarbone as he shifts further into Michael’s neck.

For the next hour, they continue to drift in and out of sleep. Michael entranced by the heavy rise and fall of Alex’s chest against his own. Proof that he is alive and safe. Proof that he is home. He works his fingers through the stubby, shorn hair at the nape of Alex’s neck, massaging all his fears away. And Alex slides deeper and deeper into the first peaceful sleep he’s had in over two years.

The storm fades for a while and then rages back to life. But Alex no longer hears the thunder. Or maybe he does but the beat of Michael’s heart keeps his anxiety at bay. All his muscles loose and relaxed.

At some point, Michael feels Alex yawn against him. But it’s all a blur now. The way Alex stretches and presses his hips into Michael’s. Not asking for anything. Not at first. Just a muscle memory reflex.

But they are who they are.

Without warning, Alex tosses the wool blanket aside and pulls his t-shirt over his head. ‘It’s hot.’ Such an uncomplicated problem with the most complicated solution. His hair is a mess, and Michael can just barely make out the shape of his jaw in the faint glow of the occasional streak of lightning.

Alex settles back between Michael’s thighs and lays his head in the soft dip between his sternum and his stomach. Michael tightens his abs, a little unsure of what they are starting. He can feel Alex’s hot breath through his t-shirt, and he begins to sweat.

‘You’re right. It is hot.’ He tosses his shirt alongside Alex’s. And now they are skin to skin. Breathing heavy with possibility.

Alex flattens his palm into Michael’s belly. It’s nothing and too much all at once. Michael wills himself to sit still. Sit still and wait. Tonight, he will be what Alex needs – whatever Alex needs.

No one moves again until Alex curls his fingers, dragging his jagged nails down Michael’s abs. Someone’s sharp inhale cuts through the silence. And suddenly, Alex is sitting back on his heels. ‘Can we turn on a light? Nothing too bright. I just want to see you. And I want you to see me.’

Michael scrambles off the bed and flips on the camping lantern he keeps nearby. The bulb flickers – mimicking a burning flame. Shadows dance awakened in the moonless night. Resurrected and free.

That’s when Alex begins to touch himself.

He shuts his eyes and starts at his neck, throwing his head back to expose the raw curve of his throat. His hands crawl down to his chest so gradually that Michael can barely see them move. But he feels them against his own skin. Like they are connected through some otherworldly invisible energy. And he has to clench his fists to keep himself from reaching out.

Reminding himself that tonight Alex is in charge. So, Michael just keeps watching.

He pauses at his nipples, thumbing over them until they are blood-flushed and taut with want. Opens his eyes to find Michael. A small smile tugging at his lips. But the way it doesn’t reach his eyes gives Michael pause.

‘We don’t have to do this, Alex. If you don’t want to.’

Alex continues to work his nipples. Pinching hard enough that his cheeks flinch at the sting. A little gasp of air and the beginnings of a low moan. ‘It’s all I want, Michael. Please.’

Something in his eyes falters the slightest bit. But he recovers quickly. Smiling brighter now. But neither of them is fooled. And neither of them is going to stop. Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not a million nights from now.

Michael nods and Alex picks up the pace. Unbuttons his pants, sliding the zipper down achingly slow. Hand disappearing inside. Stroking at his cock still tucked away in his jeans. Michael watches through heavy lidded eyes as the denim flexes around Alex’s pumping fist.

‘I want to touch you.’ Michael’s hands hurt where his fingernails cut deep half-moons into his palms.

Alex darts his tongue out to lick his lips. ‘I know. But not yet. Not until I say so.’ He shifts positions, lying on his back and shimmying his jeans down his thighs. Kicking them off. His cock fully erect, the tip already glistening with precum.

Michael imagines dropping to his knees and sucking him off. Imagines the way his hips would writhe against his face. The way he would taste against his tongue – hot and salty and so fucking bittersweet. And he very nearly moans at the way his own jeans grow tight as he lengthens with need.

Shadows startle and stir around them. Taunting and mocking. Alex’s hips begin to roll – sinister and seductive – as he returns his attention to his nipples. Lost in his own shadow dance.

‘Do you still have that dildo? The one from last time?’ The question surprises Michael from his daze. Alex’s voice low and smokey with lust. He sits up and grabs Michael’s hips, pleading with his eyes. ‘That’s what I need tonight.’

Michael shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts. ‘It’s…um…somewhere. Let me look.’ He opens a cabinet and pulls out the exact box he knows the silky purple dildo is buried inside. For a moment, he pretends to search through the rest of the cabinet – not wanting to tip his hand. But the excitement pooling in his belly doesn’t allow him to pretend long.

Literally on hands and knees, Michael crawls back to Alex. Grabbing a bottle of lube on his way. Alex grinning at him, hand once again fisting his dick. Legs spread filthy over the side of the narrow bunk bed. Michael slots himself between Alex’s thighs and holds up his prize. ‘This one?’

A murmured yes as he scoots forward. Cock so close Michael’s tongue could lick out and lap up the bead of moisture on the tip. But with Alex in charge, he doesn’t dare. Flicks his eyes up to stare at his lips instead. A slightly safer option.

‘Fuck me hard, Guerin. Do you understand?’ His eyes are so dark now Michael can barely make them out even in the glowing amber light. Michael nods but Alex shakes his head. ‘No. You don’t understand.’ He cups Michael’s jaw and strokes lightly across his cheekbones, barely touching the edges of his lips. ‘No stretching me out first. Just the dildo. I want it to hurt.’ A dreadful sort of husk bleeding into his voice.

Michael blinks rapidly. Running Alex’s request over and over in his mind. ‘Alex, no.’ The dildo is large – long and thick. Too thick to skip opening him up first. Michael shakes his head firmly. ‘I will not hurt you like that.’

Alex smiles so softly down at him that he almost immediately caves. ‘For too long now, I’ve felt nothing inside.’ His fingers still lovingly stroke Michael’s cheeks. ‘To survive in that place, I had to shut everything off. Just like with my father.’ He kisses Michael’s forehead – just a dusting of his lips. ‘And you have always been the one to turn me back on. That’s what I need again tonight. Please, baby, please.’ His voice breaks, chin trembling. ‘I only trust you.’

It’s manipulative. And Michael wants to call him out on his bullshit. But there’s a nagging little want whispering from the nastiest, blackest depth of his heart that thinks hurting Alex just a little is exactly what he needs, too.

It’s fucked up. But it’s the truth. This cat and mouse game they’ve been playing at for years.

Michael uncaps the lube and squeezes a generous amount into his palm. ‘Slow and easy, Alex. Slow and very fucking easy.’ It’s almost a threat.

In answer, Alex falls back and lifts his legs, grabbing behind his knees and spreading himself for Michael. Their chests begin to heave with the anticipation of what comes next. Every beat of their hearts like another clap of thunder from outside. Michael strokes the lube along the length of the toy and Alex watches from between his thighs, eyes hungry and mouth parted. The wind howls, knocking at the trailer as the storm continues to gust around them.

Alex’s hips start to squirm as Michael takes his time lubing the dildo. Knowing he’s putting off the inevitable. ‘Please, Michael. It’s what I need.’ He runs a hand up the back of Alex’s right thigh and presses the tip of the toy against the tight ring of muscle at his opening. A sharp intake of breath. ‘It’s cold.’ A manic little laugh. Alex widens his legs even further. ‘Please, Michael. You are always so good to me. So, fucking good to me.’

Michael swallows. He’s not used to hearing Alex beg. ‘Take a deep breath.’ Alex complies and, on his exhale, Michael slips the first half-inch inside him. He has to fight against the pressure as Alex cries out, wincing at the sharp pain. The look on his face, however, one of relief. A tiny piece of Michael’s heart chips away.

‘More, Michael. I need more.’ He’s frantically flexing the muscles in his ass as he tries to swallow more of the thick toy. Michael pushes harder, shoving another inch past his rim and watches as Alex begins to tremble. Breathing shallow and desperate. Legs falling from his hands as he fists at Michael’s sheets.

For several long minutes, Michael fucks the tip of the dildo in and out of Alex until he’s bucking his hips so ferociously that Michael has to pin them down. His head is thrown back and little mewling noises escape from between his lips. He begins to chant hoarsely. ‘More, more, more.’ Until Michael drives two more inches inside of him. Alex groans and loses his words entirely, tears streaming down his cheeks and disappearing into his ears.

Michael lets the toy cock rest inside of Alex, allowing him a moment to adjust. He’s flushed from neck to chest. Sweat beading along his skin. His dick straining and leaking against his stomach, balls tight and begging for release. Alex is always beautiful, but never so much as when he’s like this. Body wrecked and wanting.

Alex looks down at him. ‘All the way this time.’ Then his head falls back into the blankets and he reaches above his head to grab hold of the mattress. He splays his legs open and loose as Michael begins to fuck him again. Slow and easy. Slow and easy. Again and again. Until Alex is writhing and whimpering. Slow and easy. Slow and easy. And then fast and filthy, burying the dildo deep in his ass without warning.

His hips come off the bed as his orgasm spills hot and heavy across his chest. The sounds he’s making are chocked and feral. And Michael has never seen him like this – lost in pain, adrift in pleasure. Sobbing and laughing at the same time. A devil and an angel at battle for his very soul. Michael loves him. Loves him so much. He gasps at the realization and pulls the toy from Alex, hearing him hiss at the loss. Shoves him back on the bed and crawls between his legs. Throwing one of his knees over his shoulder and yanking his own jeans down with his free hand.

Not two seconds later Michael is pounding into him. Every stroke beating against his prostate. Both their chests are heaving, gasping for oxygen as Michael fucks Alex’s cock hard again. His own orgasm threatening with every thrust. Alex winces with each stroke – ass sore and burning with overuse. But his hands clutch at Michael’s thighs – pulling at him, imploring him to move faster. Fingernails drawing blood as their rhythm breaks down. Michael coming first and then Alex quickly following.

For a long time, all Michael sees is black as his cock pumps out his orgasm. Blood pulses through his veins, drowning out the storm outside and Alex’s strangled cries. He collapses. Alex’s come slick and wet between them. The beat of his heart slowly bringing Michael back to reality.

They have had sex many times over the years. Dirty, tired, boring, fast, easy, loud, loving sex. But they have never had sex like this. Sex to sever, sex to heal. Fucked up and tender. Ugly and full of love. Trauma fully on display. Trauma fully in play. They have never hurt each other like this. They have never loved each other like this. And maybe they never will again.

But tonight, they needed to break. Each other and themselves.

Their own war, their own peace. And a love for each other that will never cease.

When Michael wakes the next morning, the storm is gone and so is Alex. They won’t see each other again for over two years. And Alex will never send Michael another letter.

#malex #malex fic #lost decade fic #please mind the note at the top #lots of warnings #angst and no happy ending #be gentle with me lol

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honeyoongiah · 4 years ago

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Sub! Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x reader

Genre: sub! Jimin x dom! Reader au, smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: explicit sex

A tight and yet elegant dress with a wide opening on the back in a dark red color. You had your hair up and put on your high-heeled shoes. You would definitely take Park Jimin home this time.

You already met a few times at events but except for a few harmless flirts and gentle touches here and there nothing has happened yet. He was part of a big company, just like you, no wonder their paths would cross sooner or later.

He had a breathtaking smile and strong authoritarian aura that youwould love to put to test. Jimin was certainly very masculine and saw himself as the dominant, so it was all the more interesting for you to see him melt in your hands like butter and obediently follow each of your words.

You thought he would also attend today's charity gala and you were right. A little later when you arrived, you saw him in a noble suit and a champagne in his hand as he casually leaned against a pillar and talked to a young woman.

She was pretty, no doubt, hair like silk and bright blue eyes but you would be damned if you lost to someone like that. You had already classified him as yours and you didn't like sharing, it was not one of your strengths.

With elegant strides and a sexy hip swing you walked past the two, making sure he noticed your presence. Without giving him a glance, you greeted some of the other guests while showing him your bared back.

From afar, you could already hear that he was less involved in the conversation and even stuttered in between. You grinned confidently and sipped your drink.

It was only a matter of time before he left her to come to you and even if patience was not one of your strengths either, you knew when it was appropriate to wait.

And just as you had anticipated, a while later you felt a hand on your lower back and inhaled his well-known fragrance. "Nice to see you, Ms.", he said in a hushed voice as he leaned slightly down to you. "Good evening, Mr. Park.", you replied calmly. "Did your escort go home?"

"She wasn't with me, she's just a partner of another company.", he corrected and you smiled contentedly. "Oh."

"And you, are you alone here?"

"Well, now you're here", you said, turning your body to him. "and I hope you're not planning to leave without me."

"You're very direct.", he laughed, letting his eyes wander over the other guests until they met your eyes again. "I'm just a woman who knows what she wants Jimin, does that scare you?"

His eyes widened as you stretched up to him and your lips brushed his cheeks. "Or does it turn you on?" You didn't expect any answer, but grabbed your glass and walked away.

That would be a fun game you thought.

You wanted to see how much he wanted you, to which limit you could push him. Jimin left you alone for a while, but he never let you out of his sight. You could feel his hungry eyes clinging to you as you talked to others until he sat down next to you.

You were talking to your colleague, of whom you knew she had an eye on jimin. Immediately she seemed to turn to him and constantly threw him a smile, but you wouldn't let him forget who was sitting next to him. As she continued to talk, one of your hands wandered on Jimin's knee.

Not taking your hand off him you opened the clasp in your hair and dropped you hair on your shoulders. Immediately your scent spread in the air and Jimin watched as you passed your hand through it. He licked his lips, which of course did not go unnoticed by you.

He looked over at you and gulped, but your eyes were still on the woman. "Jimin is a big win for us, don't you think?", you said with a smile in his direction and made your finger draw circles on his thigh.

"He really is.", the other replied, but Jimin didn't even hear her, he was way too distracted by your touch. Slowly you wandered up even more until you stroked his crotch and he choked on his alcohol.

"Jimin would you-", she wanted to ask, but you cut off her word. "Oh I'm sorry but Jimin is very busy tonight.", you smiled friendly and squeezed his already hardening dick.

The woman looked over at him, hoping he would argue, but he just nodded in her direction and tried not to show anything. "Okay, I wish you a good night.", she gave up and said goodbye.

Now Jimin and you were alone at the table, so that the tension between you two was even greater. "You were a very good boy.", you aspirated in his ear and your breath tickled his hot skin.

You gently kissed his jawline and sucked on his neck. "I don't care if anyone sees us, they should know who you belong to today."

"Please let me take you home with me.", he pleaded with eyes full of lust. He already and without much fight had taken his role and you bit your lip in anticipation of what you would do to him. "I can't take it anymore, please."

You nodded and got up immediately, while Jimin held his jacket in front of his crotch to hide the distinct bulge you had created. When you left the building and the cool air blew in your faces, you stopped and pulled him closer.

"But to make one thing clear, I will take you home and not the other way around.", you said with a smirk and pulled his tie down to press your lips against his. His hands stroked the skin on your back and he groaned softly as you bit his lower lip playfully. "Let's go."

Arriving in your bedroom, you pushed him onto your bed and studied him for a moment. His blonde hair fell in his hazel eyes while his chest raised and lowered irregularly. His arms held his upper body up and he let his own gaze travel over your body.

Otherwise he didn't move, he waited obediently for a command. "You're such a handsome babyboy.", you whispered, leaning down to give him a gentle peck on his lips and distance yourself right after.

He whined at the loss of contact, but you reached for the zipper of your dress and opened it teasingly slow. "Don't be so impatient, we have all night."

Jimin took in every last detail. How you let the Dress slip over your shoulder, first on one side and then on the other, and how it silently landed on the floor. How your black underwear emphasized your curves and how you approached again to sit on his lap.

Just when he wanted to put his hands on your tender skin, he desperately wanted to touch you, you motioned him to take his hands behind him. "No touching until I say it, understand?"

He was about to protest, but was too distracted by how your hands stroked his chest. You loosened his tie and tossed it down before you began to open the buttons of his white shirt.

"Have you waited long for this?" you asked, kissing the already exposed skin of his chest. He nodded eagerly, watching your tender lips work their way down.

When the shirt finally was completely open, you brushed it off and ran your fingers gently over his arms, then his shoulders and his abs. The way you licked you lips as you touched him and how you looked him in the eyes drove him crazy.

He still hadn't touched you, let his lips drip over your breast or let his hands knead your butt. His pants had become painfully tight and you felt that clearly. You were just as horny as he was, your panties already soaked from your wetness.

"Did you think much about me?", you wanted to know from him. Your face was close to his, he could almost feel your lips against his. "Oh fuck, yes, I have so many times."

You began to rub yourself against his erection and you both moaned at the feeling. "God I can't wait to feel you inside of me baby."

"Why do you let us both wait so long then?" he asked you. Jimin, so dazed by your presence, was completely entranced. "Because I love how wrecked you look under me and because I want to know what I can do with you."

"Everything. I'm yours, but please let me touch you. You're so beautiful and hot.", he pleaded again. "Touch me.", you replied and not a second passed before you could feel his hands everywhere.

He wanted to explore and kiss every inch of you and he had to catch up on the last few minutes.

You grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into a long and passionate kiss. Your tongue was instantly granted admittance and Jimin squeezed your body against his.

He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first, bury his fingers in your beautiful curls or cling to your hips? Massage your breasts or your ass?

He decided to do everything in turn and you seemed to like it, gasping but not leaving his lips. "What did you do when you thought of me? Did you do that?", you asked teasingly, placing a hand on his dick.

Opening the zipper of his pants you let your hand go inside and began to stroke his cock. Jimin threw his head back and jerked his hips into your touch immediately, desperate for some loss of friction.

You took your chance and kissed his exposed neck, leaving marks all over it way down to his chest. "Answer me babyboy. Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?"

"Y-yes.", he muttered, not able to think straight because you felt so good. "What did you think about exactly? Did you think about fucking me, hearing me moaning your name over and over again?

Did you think about me sucking your dick or perhaps me thinking about you too and pleasuring myself?"

Your words made his dick twitch in your hand. Jimin thought about everything you just said, from the first moment he saw you. He didn't think about you being the dominant one but he wasn't going to complain about it.

"All of that. I just wanted to feel you for so long.", he admitted and you smiled while sucking on his neck. "What a sweet baby you are." You removed your hand and he whined, not able to cope with your teasing behavior anymore.

"I thought about you too Jimin. A lot.", you said and opened your bra to throw it away, revealing your breasts to him. He stared at you, completely mesmerized by the view he got.

You were truly a goddess to him. "I thought about you when I was lonely, when I had no one around me and then my body started to feel so hot...", you told him while one of your hands played with the band of your panties.

He watched you as your fingers disappeared in between your legs and as you moaned softly. "I missed you inside of me. I always wanted to feel you."

"God you fucking drive me crazy.", he groaned. You smiled innocently, removing your hand again and placing your fingers in front of his lips. "Did you ask yourself how I taste?", you asked and he nodded. "Do you want to find out? Then suck babyboy."

Immediately he took your fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes while doing what he's been told. "But I want to taste you more. Let me make you happy.", he whispered and you felt the excitement in your stomach.

You gently pushed him down on the mattress and got rid of your already useless panties before climbing on top of him. Jimin grabbed your hips and positioned you right above his face so he could enter you with his tongue.

You moaned loudly and began to play with his hair while riding his face. "Just like that baby. You're so good.", you praised. One of his hands was on your hips, sometimes grabbing your ass and the other held one of your breasts and played with your nipple.

"You taste so sweet.", he said without stopping to please you. "I can't get enough of you."

A strong knot in your stomach started to build up and you moaned even louder, signaling him that you were close. Jimin shoved two of his fingers into you, his tongue still playing with your clit to give you the ultimate joy.

"Oh fuck Jimin I'm coming.", you moaned and with that you came on his face, riding your orgasm out before climbing down and trying to control your breathing again. "God that was amazing."

"I thought so too.", he said with a smirk, licking over his lips and still tasting you. You grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He took the chance to climb on top of you, placing himself in between your legs. "Because you were such a good boy, I allow you to decide how you want to fuck me. Make your fantasies go real baby."

"To be honest I want to fuck you in any position possible.", he said while his lips were on your neck, giving you marks as well. "Then you should do that.", you responded and he looked up to you again. "God you're perfect."

You laughed and opened his belt, helping his cock to spring free and getting rid of his clothes. "I'm sorry for having you wait for so long.", you said while he put on a condom. "But I will make sure that it was worth it."

Jimin looked you in the eyes while pushing himself into your tight pussy, his head resting on your forehead. "You're so tight.", he groaned and kissed you passionately before starting to move slowly, giving you time to adjust to his length.

"You feel so good inside of me.", you praised with a moan as he hit all the right spots. His thrusts were hard and intense, but you wanted even more. "Fuck me harder Jimin. Fuck me until I can't walk anymore."

And he did as told, thrusting into you while you screamed his name over and over again.

But then you pushed him down so you could straddle him, your hands on his chest for support. "Do want me to ride your cock?"

"Yes please."

"I only ride cocks of good boys. Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, yes I am please ride me.", he pleaded and you let yourself down on his length, throwing your head back at the feeling. "You feel so amazing."

He admired you while you flipped your hair over and how your body moved against his, how he disappeared inside of you again and again. Jimin loved the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, leaving red marks on his abs.

You came down to kiss his jaw and his neck when he wrapped both arms around you and thrusted into you from beneath you. You gasped at the sudden strong feeling but smiled at him right after. "You lied. You're such a bad boy."

"But that's okay because I am the one fucking you now.", he answered cheekily and intensified his movements even more before you could answer him. You tried to form words but the feeling got your attention completely, it carried you away and you let your guard down for a second.

"I bet you love bad boys.", he said and sucked on your neck while standing up, your body still wrapped around his. "What are you doing?", you asked and felt a cold wall on your back right after.

"I will fuck you so good you will forgive me for being a bad boy.", he answered and entered you again, making hard and irregular thrusts.

You teased him so much that he was sure he wouldn't last that long.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes Jimin, keep going.", you answered while your nails were digging into his shoulders and he did it with pleasure. You both heard a knock on the wall, probably the neighbors who heard your loud moans and felt Jimin pushing inside of you against the wall but you didn't mind them.

You two only cared for the feeling you gave each other. "Kiss me.", you commanded and his lips were finding yours immediately, playing with each other as they were made for that.

The kiss softened your moans a little, but Jimin felt that his release wasn't far away so he picked up the pace and felt you tighten around him. His hands were on your ass, holding you up and kneading your flesh while yours were buried deep in his soft but sweaty hair, pulling him closer.

"I'm close Jimin.", you whispered against his lips and felt the knot for the second time this night. "Don't stop. Please don't stop.", you pleaded but he wouldn't ever think about that.

While tasting his plump lips on yours, you came for the second time, moaning his name against him and getting so tight that he grunted at the feeling. You saw that he was close and wanted to help him come.

"Come for me baby, you did so well, you made me feel so good. Come inside of me.", you asked and not much later he came, still pressing you against the wall and feeling soft kisses on his neck.

Slowly he let you on the ground and you both tried to catch your breath again." That was incredible.", he said within breathing and you nodded, wrapping your blanked over her body. "Yeah it was."

"I never thought of me being a sub though."

"You did pretty well.", you smirked and he joined immediately. "Do you want me to...?", he asked carefully, pointing at the door.

"Oh no I thought you could stay a little longer. I mean if you want to.", you answered and opened the blanket for him. "Maybe you can show me more of your dominant side later."

"With pleasure.", he grinned and kissed you again.

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meanhoeforcb97 · 5 years ago

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Birthday Boy

Pairing: Switch(?)Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romantic Smut

Warnings: Name calling (princess), oral (m), slight food-play (chocolate), handcuffs, lingerie, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy)

Requested: nope

Words: 2.7k

Happy birthday to Hyunjin-ah uwu

This is the third time I'm uploading it eYE—

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It was Hyunjin's birthday today, and so you decided to prepare a little birthday surprise for him. You made him breakfast in bed in the morning and you two cuddled watching his favourite movie before he left the house to go grab some lunch and celebrate with some of his close friends.

Meanwhile you didn't stay home for long, you went to the mall and bought everything you needed for his birthday surprise and birthday present. You bought a small chocolate cake for the two of you, flowers, some decorations and lastly his present.

Making sure to get home early you started setting up a few balloons in the livingroom and hallway with a happy birthday banner. You continued to make a path of small scented candles that led to your bedroom. In there, you had placed several candles on the dresser, bedside tables and shelves and you could already imagine how beautiful it would look once you lit them up.

Proceeding with your plan, you changed the bedsheets to his favourite silky beige ones and draped a fluffy blanket over the foot of the bed. Once you were satisfied with how it looked you prepared a small note for him and placed it neatly on the coffee table in the livingroom where you were sure he'd see it. After that was done you decided to take a bath and get ready yourself.

After your bath was over and you were dry and ready, your went inside your bedroom and carefully sat on the bed taking out a paper bag from underneath it. It was Hyunjin's gift. You smirked to yourself as you got the lingerie set out of the bag.

It was a beautiful black see-through material with a few purplish lace details on the breasts and pelvic area.

Putting it on, you couldn't help but smile to yourself knowing how much Hyunjin was gonna love it. Getting your phone from the side table you decided to text him.

You:

Baby when are you gonna be back :((

I missed you :((

Hyunjinah~:

Awww is my baby jealous cuz I didnt spend as much time with her today?

Dont worry baby, I'm on my way! <3

I'll be there in... 15 minutes! ^3^~ <3

You smirked to yourself and proceeded to go inside the kitchen and grab a lighter and the cake. Placing the cake box on top of the bed, you started off by lighting up the candles there and taking some pictures of yourself to use some other time ;)

You then wrapped your silky robe and went to the living room lighting up all of the candles there, as well as the hallway. You then grabbed the flowers you bought and threw some petals on the floor and on top of the bed creating a very romantic and sensual atmosphere.

You checked the time and you had only about 3 minutes before he arrived so you placed yourself on the bed with the cake on your lap –the box long forgotten in the trashcan– and with a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed next to you.

Soon enough, you heard a door opening and closing and Hyunjin's voice.

"Baby I'm hom— what the?" He muttered as he saw the setup.

He took off his jacket and shoes and walked towards the note resting on the table next to his favourite vanilla scented candles.

'Open Me'

It read on the outside and so he did.

Hello There Birthday Boy!

I hope you had a wonderful time with your friends but now it's our night!

I need you to follow the candles and let them relax you with their beautiful scent.

There will be a surprise waiting for you at the end of your path.

Enjoy~

He placed the note down and did as told, following the path lit by the candles.

Once the trail was over he looked up only to realise he was standing outside of your shared bedroom.

But now he had gotten an idea of what was going to take place in there.

He entered and immediately saw you sitting on the bed while holding his cake. Once you locked gazes, your eyes lit up and you started singing. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hyunjin-ah! Happy birthday to you!" You finished and he came closer blowing out the candles on top of the cake and then leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

Taking the cake from you hands, he placed it on top of the side table.

He sat next to you on the and smiled at you.

"You know you really didn't have to do all that, the fact that you're here with me is enough." He said as he cupped your cheek and you turned to face him.

In the process he caught glimpse of your bra strap under your robe but didn't say anything.

"No Hyunjin-ah! I want to show you how special you are! Now stand up I have something more!" You said excitedly and he complied standing next to the bed and watching you intently.

Firstly, you gave him the flowers you bought for him and then you told him to close his eyes.

"No peeking okay?" You said and he nodded with a smile but cheated anyways, as he watched you bend over and grabbing something from underneath the bed.

Once he saw you were about to stand up, he immediately closed his eyes and you turned towards him holding a paper bag.

"Don't open them yet!" You said as you took the flowers from his hands and placed them on a random chair before handing him the bag.

"Now!" You said and he opened his eyes to see a Victoria's Secret's bag placed on his hand.

"Oh?" He said raising an eyebrow and looked straight into your eyes.

"Princess if you wanted us to fuck on my birthday you could have just asked and I would fuck you senseless all day instead." He said as he licked his lips looking at you with a growing fire in his eyes.

"Oh no Hyunjin, today is all about you, so take a seat, birthday boy." You said as you pushed his chest leading him to fall on the bed and he looked at you with a half smirk.

"Hmm, I like this side of you princess!~" he said as he looked at you anticipating your next move. You took the bag out of his grip and placed it next to the both of you as you got on top of his lap.

You kissed him on the lips, initiating a makeout session and started unbuttoning his velvety pink button up and slid it off his arms with ease. Once his upper half was bare, you proceeded to work your way down and undoing his pants. His breath hitched in his throat as you lightly palmed him trying to get him more excited.

"Now take a seat at the headboard and close your eyes." You instructed and he complied without a second thought. You then opened the bag and took out two pairs of fluffy pink handcuffs and cuffing both his hands on either side of the bed.

Upon the sound of the cuffs closing he quickly whipped his head towards you and looked at you shocked and confused.

"What are you doing?" He basically hissed as he pulled at the restraints.

"Making sure you enjoy this without worrying about me enjoying it. Now watch me." You said as you untied the bow holding the two sides of your robe together slowly and seductively revealing the lingerie underneath.

He couldn't help but groan at the sight of your dolled up body, all for him.

You let the silky fabric slide down your shoulder and pooling around your ankles exposing your half naked body entirely.

"Now, how shall I please the birthday boy first hmm? Any suggestions?" You said as you circled the bed to get to him. He gulped and opened his mouth in an attempt to speak but no sound came out.

"Hmm I have an idea..." You said as you looked into his eyes with your own lust-filled ones before dipping your finger into the cake, his eyes following your movements.

Unconsciously he licked his lips and you smirked as you brought the finger to his mouth.

"Go ahead, try it." You said and he gulped before taking your finger inside his mouth and licking it clean.

"Is it good?" You asked him and he nodded vigorously.

"Let me try for myself." You said as you dipped your finger inside the cake once again but you 'accidentally' dropped it on his upper body making him slightly moan from the coldness of the cake meeting his burning hot skin.

"Oops!" You said before you bended over and licked his abs getting the cake off of him and moaned while looking straight into his eyes.

"You're right, it's delicious, but I have something even tastier right in front of me." You said as you licked your lips before situating yourself on top of his lap and kissing allover his jaw and neck before finding his sweet spot and sucking harshly on it leaving the first hickey on his pale unmarked skin like the first drop of paint on a blank canvas.

He moaned and tried to place his hands on your waist but the cuffs held him back everytime.

"Its useless baby, they won't budge" You mattered between kisses and continued marking your way down his body.

"You want more baby, don't you?" You asked teasingly and he panted as he nodded at you.

"Yes please! Stop teasing me already!" He said as he buckled his hips up trying to find some sort of friction.

"Hmm I guess we can do something about that." You said as you got off him and spread his legs so you'd fit between them.

Pulling down his boxers and throwing them somewhere in the room, you let his rock-hard member free and took him inside your hand making him sigh at the very-much-needed contact.

Folding your body over with your ass up high, you licked a long stripe from his base to his tip following a prominent vein poking out underneath the skin.

He groaned and tried to grab your hair only to be reminded by the fact you had him tied up.

Playing dirty you decided to tease him some more as you licked around his tip spreading his pre-cum around.

"J-just put it in for fuck's s-sake!" He said between heavy breaths and you looked straight into his eyes as you placed his whole dick inside your mouth reaching his pubic bone and feeling his hairs tickle your nose and you slightly gagged from the friction at the back of your throat caused by his tip.

"Oh my god! Just like that!" He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks around his shaft.

You continued to bob your head up and down his member as fast as you possibly could.

"Gosh princess you make me feel so good!" He moaned again and again slightly bucking his hips up to meet your movements causing you to gag, but once you felt his member twitch inside your mouth you did everything you could to finish him off.

Massaging his balls, sucking on his tip and bobbing your head as fast as you could you soon felt him twitch again and he groaned louder.

"Princess I-I'm gonna cum!" He warned and soon enough you felt his hot cum hitting the back of your throat as you tried to shallow every drop of it milking him dry.

Once you swallowed everything you took your mouth off his dick with a pop and opened your mouth wide sticking your tongue out for him to see and he hissed.

"Fuck you're such a good girl for me baby!" He groaned out and tried to pull his hands away from the cuffs to touch you.

You smiled at him and moved closer, taking the key out of your bra and slowly unlocking the handcuffs restraining his hands from touching you.

"You know Hyunjin-ah, I'm very glad you enjoyed yourself but I'm afraid you enjoyed yourself so much that you made me have a problem myself." You said as you as you pointed towards your vagina and he licked his lips.

"I think I could help with that." He said finally placing his hands on your hips after what seemed like years.

"Oh really?" You teased. "What do you suggest?" You asked as you pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"Well firstly, I need this off." He said as he put his finger underneath the bra strap pulling it up and then letting it drop against your skin making you moan slightly.

"Then take it off for me." You challenged and he quickly smashed his lips against your own and worked his way with taking off your lingerie.

Once you were as bare as a newborn baby he flipped you guys over, still not breaking your makeout session, and trailed a hand down to your core to test the waters.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers looking your entrance and he groaned pulling away for a split moment "Oh my Fuck! Your soaked for me!" He said before smashing his lips back into yours and sucking on your tongue.

Once he felt you were wet enough, he took his fingers away and spread your wetness on his alreay hard tip.

"Baby I love you so much, you can't even imagine how much you mean to me." He mumbled into your lips as he pushed himself in and your both moaned.

Caressing up your sides and breasts he reached for your hands interlocking your fingers with his and he took his sweet time kissing all over your face and neck moving lower to your chest and taking your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it and flicking his skilled tongue over it. You lightly squeezed his hands and he hummed against your breast making you moan.

"Y-you can move now." You announced and he immediately started thrusting into you slow and deep savoring every moment with you –and in you–.

Filling you up to the brim you could feel each others love through passionate, loving movements of both your bodies.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you allowed him to reach deeper into you hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Both were moaning each others names between kisses as your tongues tangled up against each other.

Soon you were brought over the edge as you came all over your lover's cock and with a few more thrusts you felt your walls being painted white as he came inside you, moaning your name repeatedly.

"H-happy birthday Hyunjin-ah.." you said as you kissed his lips once again.

"Fuck Y/n I love you so much!" He said with a lovesick smile as he pushed some hair out of your sweaty and tired face.

He slowly pulled out and kissed you lovingly on the lips as he went out of the room for a few minutes and then came back soon after and hovered over your tired form still lying down on the bed.

"I know you wanted to make this night about me, but let me take care of you love." He said and you nodded without a second thought as he put his hands under your knees and back holding you up bridal style almost effortlessly.

You kissed his cheek and he smiled down at you with his famous eye-smiles as he took you both to the bathroom.

There, you saw some of the candles placed around the room, and the tub filled with water and your favourite body wash. Two wineglasses and your favourite wine by the side of the tub.

"Ta-da!" He said and twirled you both around and you giggled telling him to stop.

He slowly and carefully got inside the tub and placed you down on top of himself hugging you close to his body.

"I love you so much Y/n, thank you for being with me all this time." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I love you more." You said as you snuggled your nose into his and kissing his lips lovingly.

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isayamasideblog · 4 years ago

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A Boring Night (Not)

Anon, just know I tried with this one… I don’t know what happened.

This is inspired by a drawing that Meijo (they’re on twitter and Pixi look them up! They’re amazing!) And at the request of an anon who brought the picture to my attention... thank you.

Mikasa is surprised one night by two Erens. She thought one was too much to handle, now her head is running wild with two!

Words: 1,737

Warnings: Smut, threesome, fingering, dp… yeah 😳

Mikasa POV:

It looks like it’s another boring Friday night. I’m in my room, bored to say the least. Eren’s been out of town for the last couple of days, he said he needed to take care of something, but he wouldn’t go into detail about it. I admit he makes this place fun, so naturally when he’s out, this place turns black and white. No matter what I try to do, everything loses my interest. I tried to read a book, but I don’t feel like doing anything anymore, therefore here I am in my bed waiting for something, anything to happen.

Suddenly, I hear a desperate knocking on my door. I rush over to open it. There’s only one person who would knock like that. Normally, I wouldn’t be surprised to find him on the other side of the door, he has a knack for forgetting his keys. Then again, he’s supposed to be out of town.

“Mikasa…” he says disoriented. I immediately bring him indoors and sit him down. “Eren? Are you okay?” I ask worriedly. He wasn’t supposed to be here ‘til tomorrow. He looks lost, and I don’t know what I can do for him. He just holds his head, “I had the strangest dream.” The pained way he looks has me worried. I didn’t really question why he was like this, because, well... I missed him.

“Eren…it’s okay, you’re home,” I whisper and cradle his head against my chest. I feel his breath slow down and he holds on to me tighter, letting me know he’s calmed down. He looks up at me, “I missed you,” he says. The way he says it has my heart clenching. “I missed you too,” I say as I caress his face, he’s been trying to grow his hair. Right now it sits a little below his nape, and my current favorite thing to do is run my fingers through it, like I’m doing right now.

He gives me a passionate kiss and tangles his hand in my hair. My mouth salivates as he slips his tongue and tangles it into mine. “Eren,” I gasp as I feel the heat course through me. His eyes suddenly turn dark, his telltale sign that he wants to get intimate. “Mikasa…” his voice rasps against my ear. I kiss him, but I suddenly need to use the bathroom. “Eren… wait, I’ll be back.” “Hmmm… okay, hurry, I’ll be waiting,” Eren moans into my mouth as he reluctantly lets me go.

When I come out of the bathroom I hear a tapping on my window. I frown in confusion wondering who it could be. I peek through the blinds and gasp when I see… Eren? Yes, it’s Eren, but his hair is past his shoulders, and his body looks a tad more broader. I quickly open the window. “Ah, Mikasa,” he says with a sweet, yet manly smile. I continue to stare at him, not being able to utter a word. He looks around the room and smiles melancholically. I don’t feel afraid, I know it’s Eren, but I’m still curious, “You are Eren, right?” I ask him.

He licks his lips and nods, “The other Eren should be in the other room, am I correct?” I nod trying to understand what’s going on. He seems to understand my confusion when he says, “It’s paths, I… well the Eren from a few years ago, which is your current Eren, went there and he accidentally left the entrance open once he saw something he shouldn’t have seen.”

“Is that why he’s acting like that?” I interrupt him. He nods, and I want to ask him what it was that he saw, but this Eren suddenly kisses me. Ahh, and his kisses are just like Eren’s, well… he technically is Eren, uh... future Eren.

I lose my mind as Eren slips his tongue into mine for the second time tonight, just how I like it. “Mikasa…” he moans into my mouth. “Eren…” I moan back, completely lost in the kiss. “I want to make love to you.” I find myself blushing at his words, the Eren that’s sitting on the couch is not this vocal about love making.

He runs his thick calloused fingers on my body, hitching his breath when he realizes I have no bra underneath my thin pajama shirt. I moan when he suddenly starts sinfully twisting my nipples through the thin fabric. “Oh... Eren,” I moan against his mouth and I straddle him, holding his body close to mine. Eren quickly wraps my legs around his hips and breaks the kiss to get rid of his shirt.

My gaze lingers on his toned tan body, and broad shoulders, causing my mind to be filled with naughty thoughts. But it seems that I’m not the only one, as Eren gets rid of my shirt and dips his head on my neck, tracing a line of kisses down to my exposed breasts. I dig my hips against his hips, wanting more friction between us. He lays me down on the bed and looks at me hungrily, his eyes darkening. He hooks his fingers around my pajama shorts and with a quick flick discards them on the floor.

“Mikasa?” the other Eren says in surprise when he enters the room. I turn to look at him, but in my current state there is no coherent thought passing through my head. I grind my legs together trying to find any sort of relief from this heat. I hold my hand out to current Eren as he eyes his future self. They both eye each other, whether in animosity or friendship, I don’t know and I don’t care. “Eren…” I moan again, more needy, more lewd. They both look at me at the same time. Current Eren makes his way to the bed, ignoring his other self. He looks at me, then down at my naked body.

He brings my lips to his and I hungrily take his mouth into mine, clutching at his shirt. He quickly takes his shirt off, and I have two shirtless Erens standing before me. “Touch me,” I say breathlessly to both. I feel a hand trailing my torso, I don’t know which Eren’s it is, but I want it to ravish me. I look through my hooded eyes and see it’s current Eren. I groan when I feel fingers circling my cl!t and Eren quickly picks up pace as my hips buck for more action.

“Put your fingers in her,” I hear the other Eren huskily say. The other Eren quickly complies as I feel two fingers slip inside me. Meanwhile, the other Eren picks me up and presses me against his back, peppering wet kisses on my shoulder. I can feel him sucking on my neck leaving small bruises anywhere his lips meet with my skin.

I feel wet hot lips suck at my cl!t while the other pulls my hair back so I can stretch my neck and give him more access, all while he fondles my breasts. “Ah…” I pant as I feel my orgasm near, and Eren picks up his pace with his fingers and presses his tongue at the bundle of nerves driving me crazy. The noise of Eren lapping up my juices has me squirming again.

“I want to be inside her, you’ve had your fun,” long haired Eren says briskly. My eyes widen, but they close as I feel long haired Eren lift me up and position me over his manhood. My eyes flutter shut as I feel him entering me, stretching me deliciously. He starts to buck his hips upward and snakes his hand to my juicy flesh and begins to move tight sensual circles on my cl!t. I lay my head on his shoulder, and lazily kiss him, but then I remember short haired Eren. I snap my eyes at him, “Come closer,” I gasp, and I hold my hand out to him. He gets on his knees and makes his way towards me.

“Kiss me!” I pant and he brings both of his hands to each side of my head and brings his lips to mine. We make out sloppily and I trace my fingertips from his chest, down to his abs, until I feel his hardened member. I grasp it and give him a few pumps. Long haired Eren grazes his teeth against my neck and bites me softly, as he continues his ruthless pumping.

Current Eren moans against my mouth as I pick up the pace and pump him at the same pace that long haired Eren thrusts into me. I spread the slick that leaks from him and rub my thumb over his tip. He groans as he continues to kiss me. I peer at current Eren, “I want you inside me.” Eren’s eyes widens once he understands what I mean. He quickly gets on his knees and thrusts his manhood into my mouth. I moan and the vibrations from it reverberate through him, as he hisses in pleasure. Long haired Eren continues to take me from behind and rub my breast with both of his hands. He squeezes my hand in reassurance and I squeeze back. Then with my other hand I squeeze the other Eren’s hand. This is bliss, this is everything, two Erens inside me at the same time.

Long haired Eren’s thrusts become slower and shallow as I feel him near his climax. Short haired Eren begins to twitch in my mouth. And me… well I can explode at any moment. This continues for a few more seconds when suddenly all three of us cum together, each Eren holding my hand as we reach our well deserved high.

They both slip out of me and clean me up. We lay on my bed, with me in the middle, both still holding on to me. I lean in to each of them and give them a sloppy wet kiss. “I love you,” I say to both. I feel a hand stroke my hair as I drift off to sleep and a pair of puckered lips kiss my scar. Whatever it is they have to take care of with P A T H S is on them. My body is tired and I feel a smile slip on my mouth as I think of my not so bad friday night.

#Eremika #ErenxMikasa #mikasa x eren #snk one shot #aot one shot #aot fanfic #snk fanfic

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hoaxexistence · 4 years ago

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Thoughts

I finished the show last april and im doing my 2nd full rewatch and this time I'm watching it alongside the commentaries so im kind of in a slow pace. Lol. I said up there that it's my 2nd full rewatch bec for i time i was watching random episodes until i had the copy of the commentaries. So far here are my thoughts for the first 13 episodes.

“I see your value now.”

Episode one is a actually a great start. I mean sure they are clearly finding their dynamics but still, it has great scenes and lines and not all shows got that strong pilot. Really love that panning up shot of the school at the end.

“Milady, milord”

Spanish 101 is a fun episode, really hilarious. Ken jeong is funny, and hey i actually see britta better now. I remember watching this show the first time and i tried to like her but ended up liking annie instead. But now im actually seeing her. I like the bit where they did their presentation and annie was in a boat and alison had tears, cracks me up. Also i like jeff and annie so the tiny detail of the first milady milord here is so personal to me. AND the tag!! The bibliotheca rap, God was it iconic.

“falafel as fallback”

Introduction to film. Oh the first time i read this, the film buff in me just cheered! It was really sweet of britta to do that for abed and i see in this episode how they really treasure him as a person and i really love that, that's what he deserve.

(im writing all of these from memory and my memory sucks so these first few may not be that greatly executed.)

“you asked me to stay and you said we we're friends”

Ah social psychology. I love that line from abed so much and Annie's reaction. She was taken aback with how her words meant to him and i am deeply touched as well as her. My favorite part in the cold open was chang and Annie's moment hahhaha. Aaaaand, jeff and Shirley moments were here! Shirley's really funny and i love that part when she just makes fun of vaughn's nips hahah. I love the friendship between her and jeff. Also the tag is funny. Trobed tags are funny.

(i started sliding through the episodes now just to refresh my memory. Lol)

“because if crazy people can't be at Greendale, then where are we supposed to go”

Advanced Criminal Law. The freakin gif that I've been seeing for a long time finally had a story for me. (That one when chang was looking at the tiny paper. Lol) I love jeff and britta's relationship as well as annie and pierce's that were shown in this. Yes, jeff was helping britta to be closer to her because he wanna sleep with her but more than that, he likes her and he's her friend and he wants to not be an ass even for a while. Annie's cheerleading story was a good bit. Lol.

“I peed alone my whole life. Women have always hated me.”

Football, feminism, and you!! Aaaaa i love this episode. I said that I never liked britta that much but that's my biased opinion talking. I usually don't like characters i see myself in, so yea, at times i could really relate to britta. This actually talked about her too though they kinda did that already in the previous episode but of course, the show is introducing us to these characters so it's necessary for characters to overlap stories duh. Oh and this is the first commentary that alison brie was in because this is kind of a big moment for annie here, though this episode is for troy, okay this episode is for everyone dammit 😂. Anyway this is where i started to really appreciate annie and where they actually put a clearer path to her character, though still navigating. I love her confrontation with jeff and how his reaction after looks like hehe. Also that last scene before the tag, another milady milord. uwu

“I am batman. Or am I?”

Introduction to Statistics! WHEN DAN CONFIRMED THAT THAT DANCE SCENE BETWEEN ALISON AND JOEL MADE THEM CONSIDER JEFF AND ANNIE was a great bit from commentary. This is Slater's first appearance and her character helped in exposing Jeff's character. Shirley's deep emotions were navigated in this episode as well with how she divert her anger to slater. That scene of her and britta was really touching. I love it when the girls have their own moments together just like from the previous episode. Also i loved how joel, chevy, and dan admired alison's talents in the commentary.

“you're a nerd”

Ah, Home Economics. I love how they let us into abed's dorm. We see here that slowly they're really starting to become a family, although yes, annie got a thing for troy and jeff got a thing for britta but still.

“man is evil”

Hah. Debate 109. The kiss for the team. I love this scene and the simmons guy. That hallway scene will never not be funny. Also this episode birthed the imma die by werewolf rap from alison sooooo. Shirley was really funny, especially when she giggled when she teases jeff and annie. Speaking of that scene, God. The way he looks at her. That was probably the moment where i could say that jeff notices annie as a woman. The way he looked into her eyes before he looks at her hair, it was beautiful. That reproductive joke bit was funny but the phone will always crack me up, Jeff's tiny voice when he said he could just get another one is hilarious. Britta and pierce had their moments here and as much as i like their tandem i like annie and peirce more. Idk. Also their laptops are very cute, very old. Lol

“we're trying to save the planet, print 500 more of these”

Aaaa, Environmental Science. That opening was really good. This episode is a highlight for chang's character and i loved his and Jeff's relationship, they really make a fun banter. What can i say the last part of this episode was just great. That montage of troy and abed singing somewhere out there while the dance is happening, it's just brilliant. I like that transitions and how we see that jeff is capable of doing something decent even if it doesn't always look like he's doing anything.

“I am totally comfortable being uncomfortable”

The Politics of Human Sexuality. Troy and abed were kinda challenging themselves and I really love that for them. How abed cares about Troy's feelings really debunks the thing that he's emotionless. I love that the girls were able to do things here again, even if it's sneaking into the dean's office. Lol. Giant thumb in a turtleneck. 😂. Alison was in the commentary again for this episode and talked about how that closet thing story was based on her real life experience. Really fun bit. Also! That line from dean when he said alcohol just makes him sleepy, really funny.

“it's December 10th!”

Aaaaaaaaa Comparative Religion! This one's really good. I love that they get to talk about religion and beliefs without like picking on it. Also have i said how their overlapping murmurs and talking over each other in the background was really great? Nope? Yeah, well this cast make a pretty good background noise, i love it. Troy's face is the best. That shirley line where she said, “why do you hate me and jesus?” will never not be funny. And that bracelet that she made was really sweet. Yes she could get manipulative and may be good at gaslighting but i love how they still redeem her and make her still likeable in the end. And Yvette's voice is just so brilliant! Dan said that this episode was the episode where they really felt like they're really are a family, especially in Jeff's point of view.

“Annie's pretty young we try not to sexualize her”

Oh i love the opening for Investigative Journalism. I love how they hug after coming from their own breaks, and that jack black was suddenly there. Lol. I liked that bit where annie thanked jeff for getting mad and jeff said that those were the upside.. Really felt like somehow, behind all his bs and his inability to process his feelings, he's still capable of having one. This episode showed how he has the in the palm of his hand, yet as the show progresses, we'll see that it won't stay like that. And I love that. They're growing. And yep in the commentary alison said she gets those messages still, and after more than a decade, she still do. Sad. I remember what Dan said, she's a forbidden fruit. :)

05/19/21 - 05/21/21

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