#me when the pressure of being a replacement host finally gets to me causing me to snap and start murdering my own contestants :3

[cheechdog1]

Drew like a dark, fucked up version of hairbow haha. Just a glimpse into my dark reality. A full stare into my twisted perspective would make most simply go insane Imao /j

[niiwa-angel]

Unable to Stop this Fight.

Blitz would later say that he’d known it was a bad idea. He was a lot of things, father, mercenary, amatuer cowboy, but class act was not one of them. But Stolas had invited him and Loona to some weird, ceremonial ball to be hosted at his palace and Loona had said that she wouldn’t mind seeing Octavia again and who was he to deny his baby such a small joy? Especially after how he’d treated her before Via got lost in LA, a city he would be happy to never go back to.

He had been trying to make good on his promise to Moxxie after all the bullshit with the human government. It seemed that being more open to discussion had made the smaller Imp a better assassin but he should have put his foot down when he mentioned talking to Loona. Since he had threatened to replace her, his poor daughter had been tender, her ears were often back, her fur was tangled like she didn’t care to brush it, and she spent most of the night pacing rather than sleeping. She wouldn’t even tolerate any touch from him either, he had ruined all the progress he had made with her, so if she wanted to see Via, damn it all he would make it happen.

He knew they were out of place before he even made it up the long driveway to Stolas’ house. All of the cars ahead of them were new and sleek, unchipped paint and bright lights, his noisy van was an eyesore without this kind of competition. The demons getting out matched their vehicles with expensive suits, spotless shoes, and all tall as fucking trees. Him in his tattered suit and Loona in her second hand dress, both of them just in their everyday shoes because they each only had one pair.

“Are you sure you wanna do this Sweetie?” Blitz asked, “Cause there is no pressure, we can turn around right the fuck now if thats what you want.”

“Are you kidding? This is gonna be so much fun!” Loona replied.

A cursory look over at her and any desire to leave faded, Loona was looking out the window at the expansive gardens with happy eyes and a wagging tail. If being around these hoity toity assholes kept her happy, then he was happy.

“Okay just, let me know if you change your mind. I mean it, anytime you want to leave, we’ll leave. Fuck all these guys.”

Loona just huffed and went back to staring, but she was happy and that was all he cared about. They finally reached the stairs, where a goddamn valet was waiting to take the car someplace out of sight so they could enjoy the evening. It was just some poor college kid, probably Loonas age, who wanted to make some extra cash before the upcoming exams. Remembering his own college days and all the blissful acid trips they had been hazed with, Blitz pulled out a couple of fives from his pocket to hand over with the keys.

“Here kid, the brakes seize up sometimes, just pump the pedal and it should be fine.” He said.

Said kid looked at his banged up van with relief, probably happy that he wouldn’t have to try to navigate another car that was worth more than everything he owned. Blitz clapped the keys and the cash into his palm and started up the stairs with Loona at his side, she was still looking at everything, deeply entranced, and he remembered how magical the Palace seemed back when he first saw it.

The illusion shattered when they reached the fancy bouncer, who took one look at Loona and wrinkled his nose.

“Sir, would you like me to call one of our servers to escort your hellhound to the kennels?” He asked Blitz, ignoring Loona completely.

“Hey! That’s my fucking daughter you’re talking about asshole!” Blitz snapped, “She isn’t going in any fucking kennel.”

“Sir, we don’t let Hellhounds in the palace, they shed on the rugs.” He tried again.

Blitz heard the small, muffled whimper from behind him. Loona was tough as nails, he was so proud of her, but even she would be hurt by the insinuation that she would make a mess of the place. He was already rolling up his sleeves, this wrinkled cumshot was gonna be sorry he’d ever opened his fat mouth.

“Why you asshole, I oughta-”

“Yoohoo, Blitz!”

Shit. It definitely wasn’t going to win him any points with Stolas if he beat up his staff, no matter how much they deserved it. Fortunately, the prince took one look at the scene, at Loonas laid back ears, and his own dad instincts kicked in.

“What is going on here? You two were supposed to join me ten minutes ago.” He asked, intentionally including Loona.

“Yeah well, your fucking doorman here wants to take Loona to the kennels. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to kicking his ass.” Blitz said.

He lunged at the guy again, only for Stolas to grab him by the jacket of his suit.

“Is this true? You were going to send my dates daughter to the kennels?” Stolas asked, furious.

“Ah well, you see your majesty, it’s just policy.” The doorman stammered.

“I thought I told you.” Stolas started, dangerously calm. “That my personal guest was bring his daughter and to let them both in. Did I not make myself clear?”

“Your majesty, I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” He begged.

“See to it. Now then, let's get you both inside.” Stolas said, beckoning the two further in. “I’m so excited.

Blitz climbed up Loonas side, gave her a quick kiss and a whispered ‘I love you sweetie’ and then followed his host into the ballroom. Via was quick to spot them and she raced over as fast as her beautiful gown would allow her. Loona perked up the minute she saw the owlet, and the two busied themselves in a conversation about the upcoming tour of a band they both enjoyed.

Stolas had a table with four chairs set aside for all of them in a quiet corner of the balcony and Via and Loona made short work of turning it into their homebase. Via seemed happy to not have to hang out with her older cousins, who apparently always made fun of her music and now the fact that her father was dating an imp, and she didn’t make any move to leave the table.

Blitz accompanied Stolas on his rounds, greeting the guests and occasionally the two of them would fill up a plate with snacks and bring it to their daughters. The two looked so happy that neither he nor Stolas could resist sneaking pictures on their phones. Sue them both, they were proud papas. The night was almost going to well until Blitz saw him.

~~~

Fizzaroli would later say that the night was supposed to be fairly routine, accompany Asmodeus to some fancy party, manage the dancers and other entertainment, give the audience a little comedy in between, enjoy some fancy booze, and call it a night. His early evening had been uneventful, nothing was running behind, his suit fit perfectly, and for once, none of his scars were giving him trouble. Everything was shaping up to be a good night.

He and Ozzie had set up their little stage, eaten a small meal together, and waited for all the guests to arrive. Asmodeus kept him up on his shoulder for most of the introductions so he didn’t get stepped on, his prosthetics were state of the art but also delicate, neither of them wanted to damage them. Besides, from the vantage point, Fizz could entertain Ozzies friends with his stretchy limbs, even grabbing three glasses of champagne across the room to the delight of the Ars Goetia demons they were talking to.

The shows were going well, the dances were watered down significantly since this technically wasn’t an adult only establishment and there were little kids watching the dancers drop into the splits and then pull themselves up with starry eyes. Thankfully, it was more of an acro routine now so their parents couldn’t get angry. He was getting ready to give another comedy speech to give the dancers a break when he saw him.

What Blitzo was doing at a party like this was beyond him, the bastard couldn’t even put on a proper suit. How dare he? Fizz had spent a lifetime trying to get past The Event, the one that cost him his limbs and horns. A lifetime trying to avoid his former best friend, the opposite of how humans avoided the plague of 2020. So obviously, when he saw the bastard here, in his new life, he was pissed.

“Blitzo! I should have known something was wrong when I smelt the mothballs.” He sneered.

“Oh great, it’s Fizzy.” Blitzo muttered, as if he was the one who should be offended.

“What are you doing here? Trying to panhandle enough to pay for sister dears next stint in rehab?” He jeered.

That was a low blow and he knew it. In truth, he also worried for Barbie and her habit and had anonymously given to the sobriety fund multiple times. Curse him, he was a sentimental Imp and he and Barbie had grown up together, he couldn’t in good conscience leave her to rot.

“I could ask you the same thing, let me guess, there’s a strong magnet around here somewhere?” Blitzo shot back.

A barking laugh interrupted their budding argument and Fizz noticed a tall hellhound in a stained red dress approaching with two flutes of champagne. She towered over the both of them, as hellhounds tend to do, but she was considerably shorter than Ozzie. The hound offered one of the flutes to Blitzo and took a generous sip of the other.

“What’s happening here?” She asked.

“Oh nothing Looney Tooney, just a bad memory who came back for a sec.”

“How generous. Tell me Blitzo, who’s this? Finally sick of dating girls who can leave?” Fizz asked.

“How dare you? That is my daughter you robo freaky fuck!” Blitzo snapped, getting right up in his space.

“Daughter? God the tanqs we took at concerts must have fried your brain worse than I thought.”

“You’re one to talk, mister “I’m sure I can mix ecstasy with meth” I only learned how to fireman carry because of you!” Blitzo snarled.

“At least those gave me content for my shows! You couldn’t keep a dead man entertained.”

“Oh, and everyone always liked your shows?” Blitzo shot back, “I seem to remember a lot of childrens tears at your Loo Loo shows.”

“You did too.” The hound added, her phone now in her hand.

Fizz laughed at the same time Blitzo yelled, “Looney! Don’t agree with the enemy!”

“Aww kid, if ya ever need a place to stay, you give me a call. After all, I couldn’t comfortably leave you with this creep.” Fizz offered, extending his legs and throwing a mechanical arm around her shoulders, ignoring her snarl.

“Blitz isn’t a creep and your shows suck too.” She snarled.

Fizz unwound from her and stepped away.

“Excuse you, I’ll let you know that I have made millions off those shows! Thousands of people are my fans!” He defended, noticing Prince Stolas’s daughter walking by with her headphones on. “Like her for example!”

He grabbed her and pulled her in close, some of her feathers falling by their feet. Teenagers moult a lot apparently. The young Goetia pulled her headphones down and looked at him oddly.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“You liked my shows, didn’t you kiddo?��� Fizz asked, squeezing her tight, “You were always at my shows as a fledgling.”

The princess gave a full body shudder and leaned away from him.

“Oh god, no!” She gasped, “Those shows were awful!”

Blitzo laughed and the hellhound huffed again, a smile on her face.

“You ingrate!” Fizz screamed, pushing her away.

In hindsight, pushing the princess in her own home, in front of her very protective father was a bad idea. Fizz saw Octavia stumble into Blitzo, who embraced her warmly and then pulled a flintlock pistol out of nowhere, maybe his ass. The hound dropped the flute with a tinkling shatter and spun at him with bared teeth and flat ears. They were the least of his worries because all the candles within a fifteen foot radius blew out and an eldrich shadow rose up in front of him

“Who put their hands on my baby!” Echoed around the room

Fizz considered himself to be pretty brave, he had lost all of his limbs and horns, had most of his skin burned to hell, and been left behind by the only family he’d ever known but he’d come out of it with his humour and drive still intact. At this very moment, staring down a very angry father with the power to reduce him to dust with a snap of his fingers, Fizz would admit that he was a little scared.

“How dare you?” The voice echoed again.

“Sorry.” He croaked.

That was a last ditch attempt to repair the peace or at least give the prince enough pause for Fizz to run off, change his name, and find a new place to hide away. Maybe the Arctic. He could pass as a penguin if he tried hard enough.

The prince rose up further and Fizz closed his eyes and tried to think happy thoughts before he died. Walking for the first time after The Event, the first kiss he’d shared with Ozzie, the feeling of freshly laundered sheets on his bed. Except, death never came, instead, he heard Ozzie’s voice.

“My, aren’t you firm?”

Fizz opened his eyes so fast, quick enough to watch Prince Stolas lose interest in him and turn to his boyfriend. Ozzie had returned from pilfering the dessert table and now had his hand firmly grasping Blitzo’s ass.

Prince Stolas returned to his owl form, no longer a scary shadow but an angry bird. The hellhound and Princess looked equally angry, the hounds ears were back and her teeth were on full display while Princess Octavia had her fists closed and shaking.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the prince or hound who acted first, but the princess. Octavia threw herself forward and shoved Asmodeus as hard as she could, some angry tears in her pink eyes. In all honesty, it wasn’t a hard push but Ozzie took a few steps back anyway, mostly to placate her.

“Don’t touch him! My family broke up once, it can’t do that again!” She screeched.

Ouch. Okay, Fizz could admit that the statement tugged on his heartstrings a bit. He could understand a little what the poor princess was going through, though he didn’t like Princess Stella he understood wanting a safe home.

The hound acted next, leaping in front of Octavia and Blitzo with a dangerous snarl, her massive frame easily hiding them from Ozzies view. The rooster sauntered his way back to Fizz, lifting him effortlessly to put him on his shoulder and Fizz wasted no time hiding in his fluff. Stolas was still furious, raising his hand to the exit.

“Get out of my Palace!” He ordered.

“Absolutely!” Ozzie agreed, stepping around the furious misfit family. “We won’t bother you fine folks anymore!”

Asmodeus didn’t run, that would be unsightly, but he certainly got them to the garage with haste. Fizz slithered into the passenger seat as soon as the door was open, hunkering down on the pile of phone books that they needed to keep him in a safe position while they drove. If he died in an accident, it would be less painful that dying by Prince Stolas or that scary hellhound.

They were hardly out of the driveway, bouncing along at 100 kilometres when Ozzie turned to look at him.

“Fizz, what the actual fuck was that about?”

“Satan, I have no idea.” He mumbled.

~~~

Stolas was still fuming as he ushered his family down the hall away from the party. It was getting late anyway and he was sure the free food and alcohol would entertain the guests until they left. At least he wasn’t the only one angry, Loona was still growling quietly beside him, her lashing tail occasionally hitting his ankles as they walked.

His darling Blitz was oddly calm, hold Via’s hand and whispering comforts to her while they walked. His poor baby had been inconsolable since that worm had dared shove her and her outburst had left her particularly tender. Fortunately, Blitz was on it, already promising a movie night, just the four of them, with lots of buttery popcorn and caramel covered weasel tails and she was looking less sulky already.

While Blitz got Via settled on the couch with tons of blankets and Sinflix open so the Owlet could scroll through the movies, Stolas and Loona went to raid the kitchen. The hound was grabbing things at random, checking labels with angry noises and leaving claw marks on whatever she grabbed. Loona was normally a bit crusty but she hadn’t reached for her phone once, so she was clearly very emotional.

“What’s bothering you, my Moonstone?” Stolas asked quietly.

The nickname had come naturally the moment he’d learned his soon to be stepdaughter's name. Octavia was his Starfire, Loona was his Moonstone and they were both his girls. He had noticed that while Loona wasn’t one for touching, she always smiled when Blitz called her one of his hundreds of pet names for her, so obviously he’d come up with his own.

“Nothing.” Loona grumbled, rooting through the cupboard. “Just a bunch of assholely assholes acting like assholes.”

“I see.” Stolas said.

“It’s just! I know I’m a hound, I just wish I could go someplace without someone thinking I’m just Blitz’s pet bitch!”

Ah, the real problem. Loona was feeling upset because of how she was treated as a hellhound.

“My dear, I may not know your father as well as you do, but I have been spending some intimate time with him as of late.” He started.

“First of all, not my father. Second of all, ew.” Loona interrupted.

“And every time we are together, he always wows me with stories about how wonderful you are, how much he loves you. I cannot possibly understand your struggles, being a hellhound in this world, but you will never be alone.” Stolas said, careful to not touch her. “Blitz, Octavia, and I will always be there, we will never go where you are not welcome.”

Loona stood frozen, her ears still back but her eyes weren’t narrowed, in fact, they looked a little watery. Still, Stolas knew he wasn’t going to get further with her tonight, she needed to relax and not be grilled. So rather than pushing, he summoned a servant to order some popcorn and other movie foods and guided Loona back to the sitting room where Octavia had found an old horror movie that she wanted to watch for a while and now had a chance to.

Loona claimed an armchair, close but not touching to fit her comfort zone. Octavia stretched out with her head on her fathers lap and her legs sprawled over Blitz’s lap. The couple held hands over Vias back and Blitz kept checking on his daughter, who was comfortably curled in her chair with a blanket on her. They would be okay.

@uwufizzarozzieuwu hope this lives up to your standards!

[wlwloverwrites]

Third Party

Pairing: Sub!Emily Prentiss x Dom!Reader x Sub!Aaron Hotchner

Warnings: porn without plot, threesome, voyeurism, oral(male & female receiving), small mention of subspace, smut(18+)

Summary: You offer Hotch to be the third party with you being the host.

A follow up to this > Part I

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“You like him watching, Em?”

All the woman beneath you can do is moan each time she saw white. Your three fingers curled inside her hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. Emily’s dark hair was beginning to stick to her forehead as her body began to melt with your touch along with the extra set of eyes on her.

Hotch is sitting in the corner of bedroom, his tie is resting on his thigh and his white button up had the first three buttons undone. His hand resting above his bulge, massaging his throbbing cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sinful sight in front of him.

Your lips are teasing Emily’s naked skin as your right hand disappeared between her shaky thighs once more. He would see how responsive the submissive woman was when it came to your voice. Each praise you gave made her whimper with a small nod.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You hum in approval, squeezing the woman’s jaw with your hand, her lips are puckered as she does nothing to pull away from your harsh grip. Your tongue darts out to lick the agent’s lips. The act is exotic causing Emily’s thighs to clench together. Moaning into your mouth when your teeth capture her bottom lip and pull.

Emily moans when you use your thumb to rub her neglected clit. The pressure on her clit mixed with the fullness her felt made her whine. Her walls clench repeatedly on your fingers, her wetness soaking them. Her whiney moans become louder and her need to come becomes larger. 

“Ma’am, please. May I come?” 

Instead of torturing her you nod while peeling her soaked through panties away from her legs. Lowering your head between her thighs, replacing your thumb with your tongue. Licking up her slick and sucking her clit into your mouth. Smirking against her pussy when her thighs shaking around your head. Your name falls from her lips as her juices spill onto your tongue and fingers. Pulling away when Emily flinches away from your touch. Her thighs close around your head when you press a gentle kiss on her sensitive clit. 

“Aaron, come look at my girl.” you say aloud, tilting your head towards the tired and blissed out woman as your use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. Still, she’s ready for anything the both other agents were willing to give her. Well, more what you decided what to give her. 

The man shuffles to stand, his hard-on is digging into his zipper. His leaking tip wetting his underwear did nothing but make his zipper hurt him more. He could almost come in his pants when he finally gets a good look at Emily.

Her lips are swollen, given you had just kissed the living hell out of her. If Hotch looked hard enough he could see the outline of your handprint on her flushed cheeks. He sneaks a look between her legs, admiring the way her pussy was soaked and puffy, 

“She’s so pretty, right Aaron?”

“So pretty.” Hotch’s eyes are stuck on Emily’s body, drinking in her naked breasts. It taking everything in him to not reach out, tug on her nipples, and kiss her. But he had to wait for your orders. 

His attention is drawn to you when you grab his jaw and lean to kiss him. The kiss is messy and makes him groan and all Emily could do was watch. His heart races as you took complete control of the kiss. He flinches when you dig your teeth into his lip, you snicker in return. Licking his cheek, covering him with your saliva, everything is so messy and wet. The man’s eyes flutter shut when you press soft kisses onto his jaw, leading up to his ear. 

“She’ll look prettier sucking your cock.” Hotch is blown away from your words and lips, his eyes are fluttered shut once more as his body refuses to move. Almost as if they were opposites, Emily scrambled onto her knees, bouncing on her heels in front of Hotch.

“Good girl,” you praise her while looking down at the woman eager for her mouth to be full, practically drooling onto her chest. You knew if you wanted you could leave her in this position until her chest was dripping with her drool. But that would have to be saved for next time. 

“Take ‘em off for him.” You hold in a giggle as Emily practically rips off Aaron’s pants. Her eyes are wide when his cock stands in front of her face, stiff and leaking with precome. 

“Ready, baby?” 

Hotch blushes at the use of the nickname, such a sweet and endearing tone that urge him to do such nasty things. First, flirtingly luring him in to your share bedroom and now shove his dick into your girl’s mouth. He should feel guilty at his lack of self control by his skin tingles from your touch and command. 

“Ready.”

“Go ahead.”

The man listens and slowly pushes himself into Emily’s mouth. Groaning at the feeling of her warm and wet mouth. So perfect. The pleasure distracts him as you unbutton the last few bottom of his shirt, tugging off the white material. 

Carefully he thrust his hips, eyes rolling back when the woman beneath him takes more of him in. His aching tip is dripping precome onto her tongue. The exotic sight makes Hotch let out a needy whine. He’s slipping and you know it. 

Whispering sweet words into his ear as Emily bobs her head up and down on his dick. The filth of it all makes him blush, your short nails leaving angry marks on his chest and Emily gags on his cock. Groaning as he feels the back of Emily’s throat. 

“Please, can I come?” Hotch begs for permission. His begs are broken and needy. He needs you to tell him it’s okay. That you allow it. “Please-”

“Mhmm, I’ll think about it, baby. Hold it for now.” You hiss while running your fingers through his dark hair. You almost laugh when he cries out then fixes himself and nods, thanking you. 

You attention is now on your girlfriend. Her eyes met yours and she swore she could come from just your stare. She’s ruined while you're perfectly clean. Bold makeup left untouched, while hers is running. Such a gorgeous lady, she is. Smudge red lips, running down mascara, and tears shinning so pretty. 

Teasingly you send her a playful wink and she flushes, even with her mouth so full and soaked folds, she blushes red at the small act of affection. Determine to have your eyes on hers she puts on a show. Bringing her hand to help reach what she couldn't fix into her mouth. Sucking harshly on Aaron’s tip, the sudden action cause his thighs to shake and him to moan her name. 

“You can come, baby.”

Aaron groans loudly when he spills everything he has to offer down Emily’s throat. His salty yet manly taste makes Emily hum. Aaron’s eyes are heavy and filled with lust, his lips are parted and he craves for your touch. He falling into a dream state, a dream where he lives to serve you, submit to you. 

“Baby.” A soft voice calls, your soft voice, calling back Hotch from his sleepy and safe mind. Rubbing his back with a soothing touch. 

“I’m sorry, I don't know what happened.”

“It’s okay, why don't you sit this one out?” You tell him calming, leaving no space for judgement, taking in how sensitive he began. He nods as he plopped down on the chair he sat in earlier. “You can watch, huh?”

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Call of Spirits

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Spirited Away Au

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Chapter Ten:

Finally when the grasps of the hotel faded on you body you finally made it outside of the bathhouse, where your foot almost touched the glassy water underneath the final steps of the entrapping palace. The further you ran away from the heart of the hotel, the more your magic robes were replaced by the clothing you arrived in, until finally you were in a comfortable striped shirt and shorts that you've come to miss and love.

Quickly untying the laces of your sneakers, and sliding off you shoes and socks to not have the become wet. With the pink haired mouse in your pocket and they fly on your shoulder you finally make the leap of faith and step your feet into the crystal water below your body, and start to follow the wooden railings of the train tracks to arrive at your desired destination, the train station. With the precious ticked being guarded in your pocket by your mouse friend, along with another pink inked card the stored the vital information of your name so that it couldn't be stolen from you again.

The water under and around your feet is cool, not cold nor hot, the perfect temperature to wade your tired bottom ligaments. It's welcoming in a sense that it doesn't feel like a normal bay's water, as if the whole ocean ahead of you is a stagnant as a sullen stream.

It's unexpectedly quiet on your journey to the train station along the tracks. The only noise that could be heard all around were the splash of your feet, your breath, and the chirps of the mouse on your pocket. With the occasional click of your shoe places hitting each other of course. The whole scene almost looked like it was out of a movie, or could exist solely in your mind, a perfect zen palace in the. water instead of embedded in stones and sand.

Finally after enjoying the expanse all around you, and the soft pebbles under your feet you finally arrive at the cobblestone platform of the spirit train you were looking for.

While you wait for the steam engine to arrive, because as you know you cannot summon trains at your free will. You quickly sit on the slightly bumpy yet smooth ground below you, put on your socks and shoes, then quickly hot up once to as to not keep sitting on the slightly damp flooring.

It was quiet waiting for the train, just like the walk. Peaceful like a little mountain stream, and the only thing to slightly disturb it was the tiniest little slash of maybe a slither in the distance, but as the train came barging and barading onto the platform it was shaken from your mind.

Coming to a halt on the small flat island you quickly rush into the train as the doors fly open on the vehicle to take your place inside of it. You quickly scan to find a suitable open seat, which you end up sitting the closest to a silver haired spirit with violet eyes that had his mouth covered with the color of his turtle neck.

"Tickets please, Tickets." The deep voice of the train worker stated standing in front of you. He was a tall built man, wearing a conductors suit with the yellow leopard skin tie, and he had yellow blond hair, but you didn't know the color of his eyes as they were covered by goggles.

"Oh," You dig into your pocket to grab the small pieces of parchment in a hustle. "Here you go sir."

The only response you got to that sentence was the clicking of the hole punched in his hand, printing little swirl marks into the paper then swiftly trotting off to the next spirit he had yet to check, but not before he handed them back to you.

The whole car was quiet, but not for long as it was broken by a certain handsome spirit that you've come to know with dazzling blue eyes, and the noises he made by sitting himself next to you. While his presence wasn't unwelcome it was quite unexpected, which caused you to tap you feet trying to keep yourself occupied and not trying to focus on it. It was also the reason why you where spinning and rotating the golden seal in your hand as to distract yourself from your over thinking mind.

The two of you sat in silence, while it felt like the two of you, you were still sitting in a room full of other spirits including the two on your shoulder and in your pocket.

Feeling the train starting to slowly lose its speed and momentum you have the gut feeling that you would be arriving at your stop. So quickly you stand to look out the window. Your eyes see a cottage house on the middle of a small island, nothing like the bathhouse you were working at, and the only other items you could see on the island were some plants, a tree, and a clothes line. However, all of them looks exceedingly elegant in the setting sun's light.

The screeching of the brakes slowing the momentum of the train could be heard next. Quickly coming to haunt, and the scenery out the window finally laid stagnant.

When you could hear the pressure from the doors releasing as they opened you shot up from your seat with the spirits companying you to finally lay your feet on the grass in front of you under the darkness.

When your feet finally touch the ground all of the clothes lines were signaled inside into the cottage house, and all of the outside spirits working slowly vanished into little orbs that flew back into the house. The group of you (that being Gojo, the yuji mouse, and the kamo fly) walk to the front door, but not without being cautious of your surroundings.

The lot of you finally make it to the front door, which felt forever walking getting to even though it only took minutes because of your anticipation. But before you could knock on the wood the hinges suddenly flew open leaving the entrance completely open for you to use.

"Why (Y/N), and friends, come in!" Boom the voice of the black maned man you've come to be acquaintances with.

Now with your invitation in you slowly peak out behind the door to meet the onyx eyes of your host. After meeting his dark sphered irises you quickly walk in. Then shut the door behind you once everyone in your party was finally in the building.

"Have a seat everyone!" The man said unexpectedly cheery.

With that note before you could even think out sitting down, you and Gojou's bodies were already pushed onto chairs and into the table to sit with the sorcerer.

"So (Y/N), what brings you here?"

"Well you see I-

"Wait, before you start would you like some tea?"

"Uhm"

"Tea? Yes or No?"

"Oh yes please.....Is it cursed?"

"Why would I do that, it's quite boring to do that. Anyway continue."

"I came here to..." You trailed off as you suddenly felt the warmth of your favorite hot drink in your hands. Taking a sip and learning not to question it you continue: "I came here to ask you to stop and heal your curse on Megumi."

"What?" The onyx haired man said questioningly and curtly, as he heard your question, but by the look on his face was thoroughly confused about it.

"I came here to ask you if you would be willing to reverse your curse on Megumi you put, when he stole your seal. I have it right here if you want it, but he's really sick right now, and I need you to help him. I-

Your sentence was quickly cut off by the roaring laughter of Suguru Getou as he listened to your story, but now your were the. one giving him the confused look which it's now his turn to explain.

"Sorry I laughed at you, that wasn't very polite of me, however, I wasn't the one who cursed him. Your 'oh so lovely' boss did. And Megumi is already healed."

"Wait, what? He's healed! How?!"

"You did (Y/N)."

"How did I heal him?"

"It's crazy what a little love can do to someone."

[98prilla]

Medicate

Thomas decides to try anxiety medication, working together with Virgil to find the one that works

AO3

….

I myself am on anxiety medication, and it is so helpful. I kinda hate the "Thomas takes medication and it hurts Virgil" trope, because that's not what the medication is meant to do, and if it does hurt you, then it's either the wrong dose or the wrong medication. This is mostly based off my own experiences trying to find the one that works.

….

“Hey.” He says, popping onto his place on the stairs, eyebrow raised as he looks around and sees no one else, just Thomas. “Sup?” He asks, nervousness creeping into him at Thomas's silence.

 “I… wanted to talk to you about something. But I don’t want you to freak out and run away. I won’t do this if you don’t want me to.” Thomas says seriously, and his heart is racing now as he forces a deep breath in.

 “Ok. Ok. Whatever it is, I won’t run, ok? Just… tell me now and explain after, otherwise, well, anxiety.” Thomas takes a deep breath, nodding once to steel himself.

 “I want to start anxiety medication.” Static roars in his ears. He’s been too much, of course he has, and now Thomas is going to get rid of him just like he always should have.

 “il. Virgil. Breathe. In for four… hold for seven… out for eight.” He slowly gets ahold of himself, following Thomas's voice out and back to reality until he blinks and his vision clears.

 “sorry. I… whatever it was, I’m sorry." His voice is a whisper, but Thomas hears, coming closer and kneeling at the base of the stairs.

 “no. It’s not like that, Virgil. I’ve been researching a lot. This isn’t to get rid of you. It won’t get rid of you. I want it to help. The both of us." He uncurls slightly, reassured at Thomas’s vehemence, curiosity peeking through. Thomas sees this and continues at his small nod.

“You work so hard, Virgil. And I appreciate it, I do. But we both know you go overboard sometimes. I’m not blaming you, I know you can’t help it, that we, can’t help it. But that isn’t healthy. Not being able to sleep, not being able to eat, heart racing and stomach churning constantly, isn’t healthy.” He nods again. He knows this. He can’t stop how he is, but he knows his habits are unhealthy. “That's what the meds are for. Not to get rid of you, not to impair your purpose, just… just to take the edge off. To give you space to breathe. To just… be. Help us relax, help us not overblow things, and if it is doing more than that, if it is hurting you, then it isn’t doing its job right, ok? If we do this, I need you on board. If you feel wrong or bad or sick, then either the dose or the med isn’t right for us, and we’ll try something else. The goal is not to get rid of you, Virg. It’s to help you.”

 He’s silent for a moment, taking it all in, processing the information, before taking a deep breath, pushing back his hair.

 “ok.”

 “Ok?”

 “Yeah. Ok. A few years ago I woulda laughed in your face, but I… I trust you, Thomas. Yeah, I’m freaked out and scared half to death but that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? I’m scared and guarded and overwhelmed all the time. I’m so… tired.” He bites his lip, looking down, feeling the tension thrumming in his shoulders, the slightly too fast beat of his heart, how even now his mind is screaming danger, and feels the weight of the world atop him. “I’m tired Thomas. So if you think this will help, ok. Let’s try it.”

 “Thank you, virg. For hearing me out. I’m proud of you.” He hides his smile by rolling his eyes, looking up at Thomas.

 “yeah, well, don’t go soft on me now, Thomas.” A small salute, and he's gone, leaving Thomas chuckling to himself on the staircase.

…

He pops into the living room with little fanfare, flopping onto the couch with a low sigh, faceplanting into the cushions. He can hear the scratch of Princey’s pencil against paper, Logan turning pages in a book, Patton humming softly to himself, but his hair prickles.

 “It’s rude to stare, y’know.” He says, voice muffled by the cushion, but still loud enough they all hear.

 “You’re not even looking at us! How do you know we’re staring?” Roman asks, and he rolls his eyes, flipping over so his head is against the arm rest, hugging a pillow to his stomach.

 “Logan reads faster than that, he was barely turning pages. Patton only hums like that when he’s nervous and trying to pretend he’s not focused on the thing that he is focused on, and you kept stopping writing every few seconds before picking up again, erasing whatever you just wrote.” Roman gapes at him, Logan adjusts his glasses and Patton whispers ‘wow’.

 “You got all that from listening?” Princey squeaks and he smirks.

 “Amazing what you notice when you shut your mouth, Princey.” Roman splutters, making him laugh, Logan shaking his head fondly.

 “so kiddo… how’d it go?” Patton asks softly, slipping onto the end of the couch, and Virgil looks up at him in surprise.

 “You knew?”

 “We did. Thomas approached all of us first, so we would be prepared to help, whatever the outcome of the conversation was. Based on your demeanor, I would assume it went well?” Logan asks, and he sighs, sitting up, hugging the pillow closer.

 “Y’know, usually I’m not a fan of people talking behind my back, but I’ll let it slide this time.” He comments, smiling slightly as Patton slides across the couch, sitting so their sides are touching.

 “We get it, doom and gloom, how did it go?” Roman asks, throwing up his hands in faux exasperation.

 “good, I guess. We talked, and I’m still… anxious, obviously, about it, about what could go wrong, but Thomas said that if it affects me… badly… he’ll stop. That it isn’t supposed to get rid of me, so we’re gonna try.”

 “Thomas is correct. The medication is not supposed to impair you, rather it is supposed to help you better distinguish what is urgent and what is not. If it is doing anything other than that, it is not only harming you, but harming Thomas as well. I will be making daily observations, about your mood, physical state, mental state, sleep and food intake, to help monitor the effects of the medication and make sure that it is not causing you harm.”

 “Oh Logan. You do care.” He snarks playfully, catching Logan’s stifled smile.

 “Of course he does. We all do, Virg. We’ll all be keeping an eye out, ok?” Roman, soft and serious as he catches his eye.

 “thanks, princey.” Patton simply shifts closer, waiting for his nodded permission before resting his head on his shoulder in silent support.

…

The first medication goes poorly.

 Things are fine, at first. It takes two to three weeks to kick in, after all, though Virgil starts noticing changes by the end of week one.

 He feels strange. Odd. Off. Sometimes, the world seems to tilt under his feet, and he finds himself losing his balance, stumbling over his own feet, running into doors and walls, misjudging their distance. He writes it off as a result of not getting enough sleep, which is true. He’s sleeping less than normal, almost not at all, going through episodes of heightened energy before crashing.

 The crux of it all is when he’s been awake for five days straight, unable to turn off his mind, twitchy and sure that Thomas is being watched, being followed. He jumps at a hand on his shoulder, heart speeding, already on the edge of panic, eyeshadow dark and breathing rapid.

 “Virgil. We need to speak to Thomas.” His heart rate spikes further, and he pushes Logan away, shaking his head, hands shaking.

 “No. no, no, no. I can’t, I’m busy, they’re watching, I can’t go out there or they’ll see. They can’t see.”

 “I promise nothing will happen to you. They can’t get you if I’m there. I will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he nods. Logan is smart, Logan can outsmart them, trick them, maybe he can get them to go away.

 “Thomas. This one isn’t working.” Logan states as they rise up. He is pressed against the wall, eyes darting wildly, breathing erratic and wrong, pressure building in his chest. Thomas looks up at him, eyes wide, and he stumbles back further.

 “Virgil?” He shakes his head, panic taking over him. Because that isn’t Thomas. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he knows, that isn’t Thomas, someone has taken Thomas and replaced him, this isn’t his host, his friend, and Thomas is in danger, and he didn’t notice and how could he fail like this, fail Thomas, like this?

 Then the world goes black.

…

They take a month. The medication needs to get out of Thomas’s system, and he needs to wean himself off it. He is paranoid and stressed and when it finally stops, he sleeps for nearly three days straight. During it all, the others take turns staying with him, never leaving him alone, constantly talking him down from his ever present fear and panic, wiping himself out with panic attacks day after day. It’s the worst experience of his entire life.

…

“Hey.” He appears of his own accord on the stairs, Thomas looking up from the couch, concern in his eyes. He hadn’t appeared since he’d passed out, though the others had, to give Thomas updates. He’d admitted he hadn’t been feeling quite right either, but hadn’t really noticed how bad he himself was getting until Virgil.

 “Virgil, are you ok? I’m so sorry, I-“ He holds up a hand, gathering his thoughts and stopping Thomas’s rambling.

 “I’m fine. You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault. We knew there was a chance it wasn’t gonna go well. Stuff like this, doesn’t usually work on the first try. But I think… I think we should try again.” Thomas blinks in surprise, looking at him carefully, trying to asses his words.

 “You do? I thought you’d be entirely against it now.” He shrugs, looking away.

 “Sure, that one didn’t go well, to say the least, but… I don’t want that to stop you. Stop us. It’ll still help, once we find the right one.” Thomas smiles softly, nodding.

 “ok. Ok, let’s do it. I’ll set up another appointment.”

…

He doesn’t notice the changes, this time.

 They are gradual. Slow.

 He finds the ever present tension leaking out of his shoulders.

 He finds it easier to breath. His chest feels lighter, open, not tight and taut and suffocating.

 He doesn’t panic, when the waiter asks Thomas to order. When a stranger bumps into Thomas on the street. When he fumbles over his words on a phone call.

 He’s sleeping. He finds himself drifting farther and farther from his usual 3am bedtime and noon wake up, until he’s forgoing his usual tumblr scrolling, phone set aside by ten. The first time he wakes up at nine, well rested and light, is when he realizes that this… this is working.

 He cries that day. He sits on the couch and cries, letting Patton pull him close and hold him, letting himself lean into the touch, and for once it doesn’t feel too much, it feels nice and good, and he cries harder as Patton shushes him, rubbing his back.

 “you ok, kiddo?” Patton asks, when his cries die down into sniffles, slipping off Patton’s lap, but not going far, letting the fatherly side keep an arm around his shoulders, gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

 “I didn’t realize… I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to feel like that, all the time. I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to be afraid all the time. I… I just…” He swipes at his eyes, letting out a shuddering sigh.

 “it’s ok, Virg. I’m just glad it helps. I’m so glad you’re doing better, I’m so glad this is working. You’re sleeping more. You’re smiling more. You’re laughing, Virgil, and it just makes me so, so, so, happy. You don’t look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. You don’t slouch as much, you’re more confident, you’re more open to touch, you come to us when you’re worked up, you’re not constantly second guessing yourself, and it’s beautiful, Virgil. It’s beautiful, to watch you grow like this. To watch you be able to let go of some of that.” He stares at Patton, mind spinning out, because he’d noticed some of that, but not all of it.

 “I hadn’t noticed.”

 “You aren’t supposed to. It’s not changing who you are, Virg. It’s just… letting you be who you are without all of the fear. It’s slow and steady progress. And I’m so proud of you, kiddo.”

 He buries his face against Patton’s side, laughing and crying all at once, because he loves this feeling, loves feeling like this, loves… loves himself.

 For the first time ever, he isn’t afraid.

 And  Patton is right.

 It’s beautiful.

[expertofpossession]

FROM BRO TO BEAR

*Repost - Credit to:  TakeoverTales

Maybe be request to be taken down any time.

The sound of iron echoed throughout the gym as various members lifted weights and pushed their bodies to the limit, testing the boundaries of their endurance and stamina. Max’s muscles were bulging as he pulled and pushed each machine until sweat was dripping off him and the puddles on the floor started to get bigger as he went from machine to machine. His head turned to check the large clock on the wall to make sure he was on time for the day’s errands and once it hit six he headed to the locker room. Max rented a locker from the gym out of convenience and quickly turned the lock and threw open the door as the smell of old gym clothes hit him in the face. Luckily, he brought a new set and would be replacing those with the fresh scented ones in his gym bag.

All the while, a large ghost by the name of Terrence was lurking in the walls, watching his victim’s muscular body tense and flex as he looked at himself in the mirror and admired every inch of his body. Soon, Terrence would be doing the same thing. The large ghost floated from aisle to aisle as Max left the gym, his bag heavy with old gym clothes and the spirit followed him out to his car. Max sped off but the ghost hid inside of his gym bag, waiting for the opportunity to strike and waiting very patiently. The ghost was using all his power to not pop out of the bag and take over his fleshy in that instant. Stop light after stop light, the large ghost was beginning to shiver with anticipation the longer he had to wait. The moment the engine shut off, he felt the bag being picked up and dragged inside of the man’s home. Poking an eye out, he could see the extravagant living space that he was about to explore. Pieces of art lined the hallways and the view was to die for. If he wasn’t already dead, of course. Max threw the bag on the sofa and immediately went into the bathroom to relieve himself. Terrence took this opportunity to scope the place out even more, finding the master bedroom to be astonishing and in perfect taste with the rest of the home.

Terrence poked his invisible head inside to find Max finishing his urination and floats beyond the door to watch him. He slid off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, still a little damp from the sweat that was absorbed into his tank top but it gave his body a nice shine as the light reflected off it. He flexed, making his pectorals bounce and tensing his abs so each one protruded perfectly and symmetrically.

“You are one good looking man.” He looked down at himself and then looked back at the mirror only this time his reflection looked nothing like him. Terrence was inside of the mirror covering his face with his ghostly blue hue and trying very hard not to laugh as Max started to panic. He touched his face and rubbed along his jaw line, trying to get off the pale thing that was ruining his whole ensemble but just as he touched his face one more time Terrence popped out of the mirror and laughed right at him.

“Oh, man. I couldn’t keep that in any longer. The look on your chiseled mug was hilarious!” The ghost yelled as he floated around Max who checked himself in the mirror one last time before freaking out over the floating ectoplasm in the middle of the bathroom.

“Who the fuck are you?” He managed to get out.

“Well, to be honest, I’m a ghost. But I’m about to be you.” A grin creeped onto Terrence’s face and Max looked confused.

“What the fu-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Terrence rushed his body, his tail going into his belly button first. Now, Terrence is a larger fellow and was a larger fellow in life which was making it a little difficult for him to fit inside of the fit and toned body that Max had worked his whole life to achieve. This did not stop him, however, and Terrence pushed and pushed despite the resistance. Max was desperately trying to get Terrence off and out of him but every time he tried to push him out, his hands slipped and the bathroom was filled with a rubbery echo.

“Nice try, buddy.” Terrence wrapped his arms around Max’s waist and pulled himself inside of his belly button, causing his abs to disappear as he filled up his stomach. The ghost pulled harder and harder as his ghostly form filled up the fleshy until the only thing left was his head and arms. He had a little bit more trouble, suddenly realizing that this might not have been the best way to go in but he pulled his arms inside and with a loud “PLOP” Terrence was inside of his host.

“Get the fuck out of me.” Max said as he held his stomach but he was trying desperately to keep Terrence from moving around inside of his body. Terrence ignored his attempts and slowly let his hands slide up his torso and down into his arms, causing them to bulge as he slid his fingers into place. He wiggled them as Max watched, losing control of the arms first. Terrence was laughing from inside which made Max’s belly jiggle and then he moved his legs. The ghost’s tail transformed into legs as he slid them inside, kicking a little to make sure that he had complete control over his host’s limbs. His favorite part was the cock, and slowly Terrence filled up his member with his ectoplasm which caused him to feel a pleasure so immense that he collapsed to the ground. The final piece of the puzzle was the head which Terrence slid into nicely as Max started to lose focus from the pleasure.

Blinking multiple times, Terrence stood up in his new body and looked in the mirror. Because his ghostly form couldn’t fit inside of him properly, parts of him were larger than others and bulged out. The proportions were all off.

“I’ll fix that.” He said, using his host’s hand to push around his inside. The muscles that were once there were now flat and jiggly. The hardness that Max had achieved was unravelling as the ghost made its home inside of him. His arms were no longer defined and instead had a flabbiness to them. His legs became rounder as he pushed his ectoplasm around his body and his stomach was now in tune with the rest of his larger body. In the mirror, it was almost like he was look at a different man but because of the ghost’s living form, hair started to sprout out all over his body. The smooth chest was now covered in fur and the short hair on his arms became darker. A happy trail drew itself onto his stomach and led directly into his shorts which were now bursting at the seams. A full beard grew out of his chin and he brushed his fingers through the softness. The man in the mirror no longer looked like the fit man that was working out at the gym but it now resembled the ghost underneath his skin who was now flexing in the mirror with the hidden muscles.

“That feels so much better.” He rubs his belly and looks at his cock which he didn’t notice was as hard as a rock. Terrence slides his hands inside and feels the warmth emanating from his stiff member. He slowly slides off the bottoms and steps out of them as he revels in the sensation of his hands along his erection. It had been years since he had felt sexual stimulation and now he didn’t have to wait. Terrence viciously pumped his meat, a shiver going through his whole body.

“Ohhhhhh fuck yes.” He groaned as his hands reached up to grab his hairy pecs. He squeezed his chest as his other hand pleasured himself. He pinched his nipple as he started edging closer and closer, precum dripping onto his hand and flicking onto the sink.

“Oh shit!” He yelled as he took his full pec inside of his palm and squeezed tightly and his eyes shot wide open as he pumped even faster, milking out shot after shot of the sweet white liquid. It landed on the sink and mirror but he didn’t care. He continued to pump his cock as he kept hold of his chest, yelling as the pleasure coursed through his body. Surprisingly, his back arched again as another round shot out of him, surprising him as he almost collapsed in front of the mirror. The possession caused him to cum twice and now he was cannoning all over the bathroom as white streams landed on the tile and on the walls. He tossed his head around as the pressure dissipated and he was breathing heavily as he looked around the room.

His cock hanged between his legs as cum continued to slowly drip out of his and he looked at his bear self in the mirror. There was a red mark where he had squeezed his chest and it made him chuckle. He allowed his ghost face to stick out from the fleshy he was currently wearing and he winked before sucking himself back inside of his body. He let his member flop in between his legs as he walked out of the bathroom and looked around the place he was going to be living in. The large window that looked out on the city was glorious and he stood in front of it with his hands on his sides, not caring if anyone else could see him.

Just as Terrence was getting comfortable, he started to shake as his whole body became weak. His ghostly form was suddenly appearing from all parts of his body and the more he tried to fight it, the longer it took for him to be evicted. Max was beginning to be seen again as the ghostly bulges returned to their normally muscled tone. His arms and legs gained definition and the flabby skin fight snuggle over his muscle. His stomach was sucked down and he could see the defined abs and pectorals. The hair, however, didn’t all disappear. The full-grown beard turned into stubble and the fuzzy chest was now only sprinkled with specks of hair. His happy trail was less defined but it still had a path down to his cock which would remained trimmed even when the ghost wasn’t inside. Max’s body fell to the ground and his semi-hard cock flopped about.

Terrence tried to get back inside but learned quickly that he was drained. He would have to wait until next time but he knew that Max will be seeing him again.

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

Day 2: Dayton White- Glory hole

Warnings: Non con, drunkenness/tipsiness, 

Tags: @saiyanprincessswanie @mcudarklibrary @bucksgoat @coconutqueen21 @jtargaryen18 @collette04 @nsfwsebbie @what-just-happened-bro @gigistorm @avengerimscreaming @venusavengers @saharzek @navybrat817 @xoxabs88xox @harrysthiccthighss​

This is a reupload b/c Tumblr sucks and deleted it, lol

XXX

You were a model at a race car track. You couldn’t say you were fond of your job, but it got the bills paid and it was an easy addition to your resume. You were an aspiring model but needless to say, it was a rocky road.

That was until the notorious NASCAR racing came into town. You were more than happy with one of the contestants that were on the list to compete: Dayton White. He had been your celebrity crush for years. If only you didn’t have to work.

As you were catering before the first race, you see a very familiar face in the crowd alone on his phone. You looked around for Brittney, your bitch of a supervisor. Talking to the racers was a huge no no, and you could easily have your job taken from you, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Besides, you’d be fast. You just wanted to say hi.

“Uhm, Mr. White? Hi, I just wanted to say I’ve been a huge fan of yours for years.” Dayton looked up a little upset, but quickly changed his demeanor when he saw you. He quickly replaced a scowl with a wide smile.

“Hi, thank you that means a lot. I didn’t catch your name.” He extended his hand to you, one you happily took. You gave him your name as you formally greeted each other. “Happy to meet you, honey,” you couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your cheeks at the pet name, “Here, how about I sign something for you.” Dayton started shrugging the jacket he had on off as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a sharpie. Your eyes got big at the realization.

“Oh no, thank you. I just wanted to say hi to you, really.” Your insistence got you nowhere as he brushed it off and continued to sign the expensive jacket. He handed the fabric to you, and you hesitantly took it with shaky hands. If Brittney saw this…

You thanked Dayton as the speakers blared back to life. “All racers are to report to their positions at this time. I repeat, all racers are to report to their positions at this time.” 

“Well, that’s my cue. Meet me after the race, I like to celebrate my wins with beautiful women.” You would normally cringe at an arrogant comment like that, but you couldn’t hear it over Dayton’s complement. You just smiled like an idiot and nodded your head as he strutted to his car. 

Dayton of course won, blowing the other racers out of the water with an ahead speed of almost 10 seconds. As he emerged from the steaming vehicle, several photographers, journalists, and models working the show ran to him. You were never sure how he was able to stay cool under so much pressure and divide his time among the different mediums. 

You continued working the catering until your shift was over when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a security guard with the name “White” on his left peck. “Ms. y/n?” 

“Yes?”

“Mr. White would like to host you in his trailer if you’re free.”

You looked at the beer clock behind the bar and nodded your head as you saw you were now off the clock. You followed the guard, taking a pit stop of your own at your locker, then made your way to Dayton’s trailer. 

You looked at the massive trailer that you were led to and you weren’t sure if “trailer” was the correct way to describe the house on wheels. The security guard opened the door and held it open to you to enter first. The inside was just as glamorous as the outside. The living area you stood in had more room in it than you had at the apartment you lived in with your roommates. 

“Make yourself at home! Sorry about the mess, I don’t have a maid with me on the road sadly,” Dayton waltzed out of one of the back rooms with just a racer jacket and pants on. You could see his chiseled chest that looked like it was crafted by a Greek God, and you could feel your arousal in your bikini bottoms. 

The door was closed and you looked back to see the guard gone. You walked to sit down as Dayton walked to you with a flute with what you assumed was filled with champagne. He handed it to you, but you eyed it suspiciously. Sure, he was a celebrity, but you weren’t naïve. 

“Oh,” he took the glass and took a sip before handing it back to you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about how it looked,” he nervously laughed and sat down next to you. “I don’t drink due to my strict diet, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a little fun.” 

You nodded your head, you remembered reading somewhere that he took his diet and exercise very seriously. You deemed the champagne safe and sipped it down as you and Dayton continued to talk. You told him about your modeling career, or lack of, and he told you about his private life. He had been racing since he was a teenager, and even built his own race car at 19. 

Your vision was getting fuzzy around your 5th glass, but Dayton didn’t seem to notice a difference in your demeanor. The next thing you knew, your lips were connected and his hands were traveling up and down your body. You tried to shake out of his grip, but his body just followed yours. You pushed him back the wall he called a chest, finally becoming successful.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I think I should get home. I’m getting a little drunk.”

“You’re fine,” Dayton simply said as he tried to go back to kissing you. You blocked his kiss and quickly got up, causing you to almost stumble over. He followed you up as you reached for your things. 

“Really, I think I’ll call an Uber. I’m sorry, I had a really good time tonight.”

Dayton drew out a sharp breath, but he didn’t try to stop you. “Okay, but don’t call an Uber. That’s not safe, you can crash here for the night. I’ll show you the guest room.” You didn’t have time to argue before he took your arm in a stronghold and brought you to a dark room in the back. The bedroom didn’t look like a normal one, the only thing remotely comparable to a normal one was the bed in the middle of the room. It looked more like the room in that movie, Fifty Shades of Grey was it?

Dayton continued to drag you into the room but he went nowhere near the bed. Instead, he pushed you to your knees in front of a black board with a hole in the middle and two poles on either side. Your mind was still trying to catch up with what your eyes were seeing as he handcuffed your wrists to the poles. 

“W-what?”

“Shh, you’re going to be a good girl for me and suck my cock. If you do that, maybe I’ll release photos of us together, modeling agencies will be up your ass for years.” You sobered up at his words and pulled at your restraints with no luck. 

“No! Please let me go, Dayton, please.” You tried to beg with your words due to your view of him being blocked because of the board. He just chuckled at your defeated efforts as you heard him undo his pants. He shoved his veiny cock through the hole, making the tip touch your lips. 

“Can’t do that, baby girl. Now suck.” 

[littlenoona]

New Experiences(Part 2).

(Part 1).

Requested(kind of).

Summary: Jimin has lots more to teach you and you love the way he’s teaching you.

Warnings: Explicitly described sex(unprotected), fuck ton of dirty talk, Jimin is extremely possesive & he makes you squirt(it’s a tiny trickle(he loves it)), oral f&m. 

Genre: Smut with some fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Pairing: Experienced!Jimin x Reader(F).

Word Count: 11,285.

Masterlist.

It had been a few weeks since Jimin had taken your virginity and, much to your happiness, everything stayed the same. He was still your best friend and he was still the same around you as he always was before you had sex. He was still cuddly, still funny and charming, still treated you the same way as before and it was like it never happened, except for the fact that you were now no longer a virgin. 

You were a little sad to say that having sex with Jimin definitely left you hungry for more, but, despite being able to get it else where, you didn't want anyone else to touch you - like he had left you in a limbo of wanting to be touched, but only by him. 

This, however, you kept to yourself. You asked him to take your virginity, not to enter a friends with benefits relationship. He still frequently came to your apartment, you still had your movie nights, you still spoke every single day so you sucked it up and dealt with your own feelings however you could. 

Speaking of, he was due to come over at any minute - you had decided that you were going to have a movie night on another day than usual this week due to a party Jimin was hosting tomorrow - no particular reason for the party, just another excuse to get drunk and have fun! 

You heard a knock on your door and you quickly jumped to your feet, running through your apartment to the front door, greeting your best friend. 

“Jimin!” you exclaimed loudly as you opened the door and his angelic features came into view. 

“Hey beautiful.” he smiled softly, extending his arms to wrap you in a tight hug that you happily returned. 

Stepping aside for him, he entered your apartment, quickly finding his way to your living room to plop down on your sofa as if he had been living here as long as you had - well he basically had, considering he was here so often, he should be paying rent! 

You quickly followed behind him, sitting down next to him on the sofa. 

“What're we watching tonight then?” he questioned, looking over at your shelves with an extensive collection of movies. 

“I don't know, I didn't really have anything in mind for tonight, we've watched pretty much every single movie I've got.” you said with a slight chuckle. 

“Yeah, we have.” he smiled, “I don't mind really, my back has been acting up recently after my workouts and I'm feeling a little sore.” his hand coming up to rub his shoulder, slightly wincing at the pain. 

“Aw, I'm sorry.” you said softly, your hand reaching out to replace his on his shoulder, softly massaging it, noticing as his eyes closed and a soft hum of content left him. 

“Feels nice, Y/N..” he whispered. 

“I know I'm not like a licensed masseuse or anything, but do you want me to give you a soft one, see if it helps?” you offered instantly, only thinking about what you had actual said after the words had already left your mouth. 

He turned his head to you, opening his eyes and an adoring smile appeared on his features, “Yes, please!” 

Feeling relieved at his approval and acceptance, you stood up from the sofa, walking towards your bedroom, “Come on then!” 

He quickly followed suit, wondering why it needed to be in your bedroom. 

Pointing at the bed you motioned for him to lie down, “You said it was your back, if you lie down on your stomach I can massage it easier.” 

He nodded as you walked over and moved the duvet out of the way so he could lie down, turning and walking past him you picked up the remote for the TV at the foot of the bed, “I'll put something on in here instead.” 

Hearing shuffling behind you, you assumed he had laid down in the bed while you flickered through channels trying to find anything that was remotely interesting, finally settling on some documentary about wars. 

You turned around and looked down at him, he had taken his shirt off which took you a little by surprise, his wide smile making your heart flutter as it always seemed to do. 

Damn you, Park Jimin.

Putting the remote next to him so he could switch channels if he wanted to, you walked over next to the bed, putting one knee on the mattress and swinging your other leg over him, sitting your behind down on his, his perfect figure in full view for you. 

Small waist, trained shoulders and arms, his skin a soft golden honey colour, perfectly matching with and complimenting his blond hair. 

He laid his head down, facing the side so he could kind of see you, his arms laid down along his figure, the TV providing more of a nice background noise for him instead of actually watching it. 

Leaning slightly forward your hands flattened against his soft and warm skin, gliding up and down his back gently, careful not to apply too much pressure to his muscles - you didn't want to hurt him. 

He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the world of soothing touches you created for him, a small sigh leaving his lips. 

You tried to keep your mind in check, but he was making it hard for you, even without actually doing anything, but you kept remembering the way he touched you, the way he tasted and felt, his fingertips so softly ghosting across your skin, his lips so tenderly pressed against yours. 

Shaking your head, trying to focus on actually massaging him, your hands crossed the cleft of his spine, going up between his shoulder blades, rubbing the soft muscles by his neck. 

“Fuck..” he groaned, stretching his neck, giving you more access to it. 

“Sorry! Did it hurt?” you quickly questioned, worried your mind had you too distracted. 

“No, no, not at all, it feels really nice.” he sighed. 

“Good.” you smiled, but you could feel the heat pooling in your underwear at his curse and groan - as if sitting on him like this, touching him hadn't already gotten you going. 

Why the fuck did you offer to do this? 

Looking up at the TV you tried to lose yourself in the documentary, letting your hands guide themselves across his skin - down his upper arms, gently squeezing them, across his shoulders, applying limited pressure, down his back to his waist, your thumbs gently circling his muscles below. 

Accidentally digging your index fingers into his sides as your thumbs made their rounds on the middle of his back he flinched below you, “Y/N..” he growled. 

You couldn't help but giggle, “Sorry, I didn't mean to do that.”

“Sure you didn't.” he commented with a wide smile, not believing you, but probably for good reason as you loved tickling him from time to time. 

Luckily for you, you managed to follow the documentary quite smoothly and it had you hooked, it was interesting, but when it came to an end you looked down at Jimin below you and noticed his eyes were closed, his features relaxed, soft, his breathing quite heavy and you figured he had fallen asleep. 

“Jimin? Are you asleep?” you whispered. 

“Mmm.. Almost.” he managed to say with a husky voice. 

A smile appeared on your lips, he was so sweet. You wanted to let him sleep and assumed that your body weight on him was probably keeping him awake or giving him some discomfort, so you gently lifted yourself to move, but you felt Jimin's hand grab your thigh instantly. 

“Don't move.. Please.. I like having you there..” he spoke softly, not opening his eyes for a second to meet yours. 

“Okay.” you whispered, turning your gaze back to the TV to watch another documentary that had started, but your eyes felt a bit heavy and a yawn crept up on you. 

Jimin shifted softly below you, his arms moving up under his head so he could lie on them, a small snore leaving him on occasion. It made your heart feel full, just looking at him so peacefully, though yawning for the 100th time had you debating if you could stay on him like this - maybe you could just lie down on him? 

You leaned down gently, your chest meeting his back and your cheek meeting the crevice between his shoulders, your hands holding on to his upper arms, the heat from his body keeping you warm as you closed your eyes and fell asleep. 

Opening your eyes you could hear the birds chirping outside, the light shining in through your window, a faint smell of the fresh air hitting your nostrils. 

You could still feel Jimin against you, but you weren't in the same position as when you fell asleep - through the night he must have shifted and thrown you off him, since your forehead was now pressed against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you, yours around his waist and his lips pressed against the top of your head. 

Looking down you saw his body pressed against you, his torn jeans tightly hugging his thighs, his belt around his waist and the line of his boxers peeking just above it, the V of his hips on display. 

You groaned internally at his incredible figure, shifting in his embrace. 

“Morning, gorgeous.” his deep voice sounded above you. 

Leaning back you looked up at him, his eyes in small slits as he had only just woken up too, “Morning.” you smiled, “How's your back? How badly did I do?” 

He couldn't help but laugh, “It actually feels a lot better, thank you.” 

The sound of his phone ringing through the bedroom caused him to groan as his hand found its way down to his pocket, pulling it out and answering it. 

“Hello?” he spoke, Taehyung's voice coming through on the other end, clear enough for you to hear that he was complaining at Jimin for not being at his house and getting it ready for tonight. 

Jimin huffed, his arm still around you, pulling you closer to him and you instantly responded by burying your face in his neck, his scent filling you with a feeling of safety and content, “Sorry, I fell asleep at Y/N's.” he smiled, “I'll be over soon, I'll leave in a minute.” 

He quickly hung up the phone before Taehyung could get another word in, putting it back in his pocket, wrapping his arm around you again, squeezing you tightly, “Gotta go. I'll see you tonight, alright?” his lips placing a quick kiss to your forehead before he detached himself from you, put his shirt on and gave you a quick smile as he left, the front door opening and closing shortly after. 

You were left feeling a little off. You had slept in the same bed as Jimin before, even before he took your virginity, you had cuddled before, all of that was still the same, and yet, not at all. You couldn't tell if it was just you, or if it was both of you. 

Swinging your legs over the side you grabbed your phone, quickly looking at the time, it wasn't even 11 o'clock in the morning? You guessed Taehyng just wanted to hang out with Jimin, get ready and get some pre-drinking in, the other guys probably showing up early too to have some fun. 

Shrugging it off you spent the day doing the minimum, browsing on your phone, watching television and occasionally playing some games before you eventually decided that it was time to get ready for the party at Jimin's. 

You showered, made your hair look nice, deciding to keep it down, put on a little bit of makeup, but keeping it light and quite natural, you picked out a white ¾ sleeved skater dress that sat tight around your torso, down to your hips before it flowed nicely around your thighs and down to knee length, the best thing about the dress was the fact that it had pockets! It was a little low cut on your chest, a nice square fit - you paired it with a pair of white high top converse that Jimin had given you a while back and a thin black leather necklace that sat tight around your skin. 

Shoving your phone in your pocket, taking one last twirl in your full sized mirror you deemed yourself goddamn good looking and ready to go. 

You stepped out your front door, quickly locking it, sticking your keys in your other pocket and made your way to a good night, a small dance in your step - it wasn't far to Jimin's but still long enough for your feet to hurt had you decided to wear heels, so you thanked yourself for sticking to flats today. 

Approaching his house you noticed the door was open, you lived in a small city where no one, unless invited, would step through the door, the neighbourhood was safe and well looked after, everyone knew each other and everyone got along nicely. 

Stepping through you looked around to see if you could spot any faces you knew, most of them, yes, but not people you were looking to speak to or hang out with, just people that you knew of or had previously had a small conversation with. 

That's when Jimin spotted you and quickly ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up, hugging you tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck in return. 

“You're here, Y/N!” he smiled as he put you down. 

“Wouldn't miss it.” you said softly, returning his smile. 

“JIMIN!” Taehyung, yelled from the other side of the room, motioning for him to come back over to the football table, Jungkook and Hoseok standing on the opposite side of it. 

Jimin's eyes turned to you and you quickly ushered him to go, “Go on, I'm not going to leave!” you chuckled. 

“Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi are in the kitchen, go get a drink!” he smiled as he ran back to the other guys to continue their game. 

Passing through the crowd you made it to the kitchen, meeting the smiles of the 3 men standing around the counter, chatting away as usual about music, drinks in hand, Namjoon quickly rummaged through the fridge to pass you a cold bottle which you happily accepted. 

You stood with them for a while before you walked back through the house to find Jimin, it was always easy, he was usually surrounded by people, the popular boy, everyone wanted to be friends with him and you were always a little amused and surprised by the fact that you had managed to wiggle so far into his heart and become his best friend, despite being the awkward outcast - by no means were you unpopular, but you weren't one to be the social butterfly, not on his level anyway. 

Jimin was surrounded by multiple girls trying to get his attention and it always left a bitter taste in your mouth - you've always been jealous, but it had only gotten worse since you slept together, something you hadn't really accounted for, unfortunately. You sighed deeply, your head hanging low which seemed to gain someone's attention. 

“Not enjoying yourself?” a deep voice spoke beside you. 

Turning your head up to see a taller man beside you, he seemed familiar, you're pretty sure you used to be in some of the same classes as him but you never got to speak to him or learn his name. He had pitch black hair, blue eyes, sharp features and a muscular appearance.  

You smiled softly, “I am.” 

“You don't look like it.” he voiced, to which you could only avert your eyes and chuckle. 

“I'm Michael.” he tried to divert the subject, extending his hand to meet yours. 

Looking up at him, you raised an eyebrow, extending your hand to his to greet him and he instantly knew what you were referring to. 

“Yeah, my parents aren't from here.” he smiled.

“I gathered. I'm Y/N.” you confirmed, letting go of his hand, “Did we go to the same class? You seem familiar.” 

“We did. History, Mr. Kwang-Jo's class.” he chuckled. 

“Oh yeah. The one teacher that couldn't make an explosion seem exciting.” you sighed, which made Michael laugh loudly. 

“Yes, him! I'm so happy I'm not the only one that thought that!” he grinned. 

Finding common ground you joked about your old teachers boring lessons which expanded into other areas of school that you could laugh at - though you hadn't noticed how he moved closer to you until his body was almost touching yours. 

Your eyes flickered around the room for a brief moment while laughing at something Michael said when they landed on Jimin who seemed to be watching you like a hawk, standing in the middle of a group of people, his features were stern. 

Feeling a hand on your arm you were pulled back to where you were standing your eyes returning to the man next to you, his thumb lazily caressing you while a suggestive smirk appeared on his lips. 

You didn't know what to do, you hadn't been in a situation like this before, Jimin was always there to deter anyone from getting close to you because he knew you didn't want them to, but he wasn't here right now and you didn't know how to react, you just knew that his touch felt wrong and you didn't want it. 

Maybe Jimin thought that since he'd taken your virginity you'd be ready to “play” with others? 

Michael leaned in closer to you, his head turning to go next to yours, you assumed to whisper something, but you slowly backed away from him, trying to ready yourself to say you weren't interested. 

“Y/N.” Jimin's voice sliced through the thick awkward air you were feeling around you, your gaze turning to him, but he didn't look too happy.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he continued. 

Michael seemed ready to puff up and tell Jimin to fuck off because you were busy when you interjected, defusing the situation. 

“Sure!” you smiled, walking towards Jimin, turning your head back to Michael behind you to offer a gentle smile. 

Jimin ushered you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

“Thanks Jimin, you saved me there..” you chuckled as you turned around, Jimin instantly standing close to you, looking down at you with piercing eyes. 

“Mmm. I didn't like that he was touching you.” he growled, his hand touching the same place on your arm as Michael's had but in contrast, his touch felt so right. 

You looked down at his hand, “It's okay Jimin, he wouldn't have gotten anywhere anyway.” you whispered. 

“Hmm? Why is that?” Jimin questioned you with a small smirk. 

“I didn't want him to touch me.” you spoke softly. 

Jimin's hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look up at him, “Is that because I'm the only one that gets to touch you?” 

You gulped, but nodded, his words sending unwarranted warmth to your core. 

“Because you belong to me?” he purred. 

Again, you couldn't do anything but nod.

“Say it for me, babe.” he cooed, his other arm wrapping around your waist, his hand holding on to your lower back, “Say you belong to me.” 

“I belong to you, Jimin.” you sighed. 

“Good girl.” he smiled, his thumb swiping softly across your bottom lip, “I might reward you for that.” he pulled your body close to his, leaning his mouth down to your ear, “Do you want me to make you cum? Want me to fuck you?” 

“Mmhm..” you choked, his actions and words so unlike the first time he touched you, but you couldn't help the wetness pooling in your underwear. 

A low chuckle left him, “Listen to you, babe, I haven't even touched you and you're already a mess in my arms.” 

He walked behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his mouth coming down to your ear again, “I won't go easy on you this time, can you handle that?” 

“Yes..” you nodded. 

“I admire that, babe, but you really don't know what I can and will do to you.” he chuckled lowly. 

You couldn't help the shaky breath you let out, knowing he was probably right, but you wanted him to touch you so badly - ever since he touched you the first time, your body had been begging for more, your own actions never bringing you the orgasms he had. 

His hand came up to move your hair away from your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back, his other hand holding onto your stomach as he leaned in and softly kissed your neck.

“I bet you're wet for me, aren't you?” he hummed against your skin. 

“Mmhm..” you whimpered. 

His hand moved from your hair to your breast, softly kneading it, finding your hardened nipple, circling his finger around it, bolts of electricity sent directly to your core as a result. 

Moving his hand from your stomach, you felt the fabric of your dress start to lift, his fingers sneaking under it, brushing against the skin of your thigh, your body completely melting due to his actions. 

“I could just bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless.” he whispered in your ear, “But I want to have a little fun with you first.” his lips returning to your neck, sucking on it gently, marking you as his for everyone to see.

“Anything you want..” you sighed, already giving him complete control of you. 

“Such a good girl for me.” he smiled, his teeth grazing across your skin, his hand moving from your thigh to your core, a single finger swiping softly along your slit on the outside of your underwear. He couldn't help but press his hardened member against the softness of your ass, wanting nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you into the mattress of his bed. 

“Please touch me.” you begged, your thighs squeezing together to provide little relief to your core, feeling the pressure on your clit from it send a wave of pleasure through your body. 

“I've never heard anyone beg so beautifully for me before.” he cooed in your ear, his hand moving from your core to the hem of your underwear, sliding under it so easily and down between your folds, finally feeling how slick you were. 

“Fuck..” he growled, “Just listen to how wet you are.” 

You felt embarrassed by the noises your core was making, but Jimin clearly loved it and he soon made you forget about it as his fingers expertly circled your clit repeatedly - your hands grabbing onto his forearms. 

Small moans and pants escaped you as your legs bent slightly below you, his fingers proving it difficult to stand up straight, your head leaning back on Jimin's shoulder, exposing your neck for him, your body pressing back against his. 

“Such pretty moans..” he smirked against the skin of your shoulder, biting it gently, his breath burning you, “All mine.” 

His fingers moved from your clit and down to your entrance, prodding it softly before he slid two fingers inside you, a groan leaving you at the slight burning stretch it caused, a shiver sent through your body. 

“God, I can feel you clenching around my fingers already.” he whispered, setting a forceful but slow pace. 

“Feels so good, Jimin..” you moaned, your nails digging into his arms. 

“Yeah?” he purred, “You like it when I do this?” his fingers curled inside you, hitting the spot that had your body twitching in pleasure, your mouth falling ajar, your brows furrowing. 

“F-fuck.. Yes..” you moaned. 

His fingers on your nipple pinched it gently, his thumb repeatedly swiping across it causing it to poke through the fabric of your bra and your dress. 

Pulling his fingers out of you, he continued to focus on your clit, circling around it, applying pressure on it, placing a finger on each side of it, sliding them up and down. 

He was sending you spiralling towards your orgasm quicker and quicker, the pads of his fingers never giving you a moment to rest, continued waves of pleasure being released through your body. 

“I know you're close, babe, but don't cum just yet. I want you to hold it until I say you can cum.” he whispered in your ear, “Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded softly with a whimper, but you weren't really sure if you would actually be able to keep your orgasm at bay for much longer - the weight in your lower stomach becoming heavier and heavier. 

His fingers hit a spot by your clit that had your body jerking into him, his arms tightening around you to keep you in place as you leaned your head forward, a strained moan leaving you, your legs almost giving way below you. 

You couldn’t help your body shaking, his fingers circling the very top of your sensitive bundle of nerves, your moans turning to rapid pants and whines. 

“Jimin..” you mewled. 

“Hold it.” he growled. 

Leaning your head back on his shoulder again, one of your hands let go of his arm instead going to hold on to the hair on the back of his head, feeling his open mouth against your cheek, breathing heavily you turned your head, your lips meeting his, his tongue dominating yours in every way, swallowing your small cries.

You could feel your lower abdomen tighten, the static feeling increasing and you knew you couldn’t stop it, breaking away from his kiss, curses leaving you, your hand intertwined in his hair holding on harder, your jaw clenched and your eyes closed tightly. 

“Good girl..” he breathed against the skin of your temple, “You can cum.” 

Immediately your orgasm took over, the muscles of your stomach tightening and relaxing repeatedly, your core pulsating in the same rhythm, laboured moans falling from your lips continuously - pleasure soaring through your body while he whispered praises in your ear.

Jimin held you tight as your orgasm calmed down, his movements eventually halting completely, your body twitching occasionally in his hold. 

He withdrew his hand from your underwear, dragging the fabric of your dress up over your torso, your arms lifting so he could take it off and discard it on the floor, leaving you almost bare for his eyes. 

He pushed you towards his bed, watching you as you turned around and sat down on it, he didn't even give you a second to take your shoes off before his mouth was already hungrily attached to yours, pushing you onto the bed, hovering above you as you laid on your back. 

You pushed yourself onto the bed properly, lying on his pillows, Jimin following you closely, positioning his body in between your legs, your hands finding their way under his shirt, running across his smooth skin and firm muscles, pulling the fabric higher and higher until he had to move from you to take it off, the silver necklace around his neck softly falling back into place between his collarbone before he leaned back down and attached his lips to your neck, sucking on it, leaving multiple marks. 

His hand gently ran across the skin of your leg up to your thigh squeezing it tightly, the cold surface of the rings on his fingers sending chills through you, your thighs resting against his hips as he pushed his hardened member against your core, earning a soft moan from you, your hands grabbing onto his upper arms. 

A small evil hum resembling a laugh left him, “Feel good, babe?” 

“So good..” you smiled, your head leaning back into the pillows below, your eyes closed, so lost in him. 

You felt his hand on your thigh move higher, one of his fingers hooking under the fabric of your underwear, pulling it down slowly until he had to move away to pull it off completely - the warm palms of his hands landing on your knees as he spread your legs and his eyes hungrily stared at your core.  

He leaned down between your legs again, his arms on either side of you supporting his weight, pressing his forehead against yours, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.” he whispered, “Can I fuck you raw again?” 

You nodded with a small smile, your hand moving from his arm to the back of his head, your fingers tangling themselves in his soft hair, his head leaning slightly back into your touch, loving the feeling of you holding onto him.

Pressing his lips to yours, you felt his hand move from your side, a small twist in your stomach signalling your nervousness, his hand opening the button and zipper of his jeans, his member springing free, falling against your core, the heat emitting from it almost burning you. 

Feeling his member against your clit, sliding down and slowly pushing into you - Jimin’s lips let go of yours, his head falling down next to yours, burying his face into your neck as he continued to push into you, a small mewl leaving you as a result of the burning stretch you were feeling.

He let out a soft but sharp exhale, his hand letting go of his member, instead coming up to cup your cheek, your breath hitching as his hips met the back of your thighs. 

“You take me so well.. So perfect..” he whispered in your ear, his voice strained, “Made for me..” 

“Only yours..” you whispered, feeling his member twitch inside you.

Softly pulling his hips away from you he started a slow motion of grinding into you, ensuring you were well adjusted to him, though he wanted to be rough, he would have to ease you into it. 

His mouth attached to your neck, sucking softly on your skin making you stretch your neck to give him more space to mark, his other hand moving down your chest, pulling the cup of your bra down, his thumb circling your nipple softly - you exhaled sharply, your chest flinching away from him. 

“So sensitive..” he grinned. 

He sheathed himself fully in you and you couldn’t stop the curse leaving your lips, “Shit.. Jimin..” 

“Mmm?” he cooed.

You moaned, “God, I’ve wanted you to fuck me again so badly since the first time.” 

“Yeah?” he let out a soft but cocky chuckle, “Could’ve just asked, babe, I’d fuck you every day for the rest of my life if you’d let me.” 

You clenched your thighs around his hips as he started his thrusts again, “Please..” 

His hands roamed your body as yours did his, his lips letting go of your neck to instead meet yours, your mouth opening for him as if it was second nature, allowing him to dominate your tongue, your body, every part of you - almost trying to soothe you as he picked up the pace.

He leaned back on his heels, his hips snapping into you at an angle that made it feel like you were going to wet yourself, your subconscious automatically tightening your core to prevent it. 

“Jimin, don’t.. It feels like-” you tried, your eyes closed and your brow furrowed, but he interrupted you.

“I know, babe.” he panted, looking down at your body with a smirk, “It’s okay, you won’t, just relax for me.”

His hands on your hips held on tighter, lifting your lower body up against him, pulling you towards him repeatedly as his hips pushed you away, the feeling only growing in power but his member felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop, your legs wrapped around his hips. 

“F-fuckh..” you breathed, your hand grabbing a fistful of the sheet below you, your body responding to his movements so well, leaning your head back into the pillow below you, your stomach tensed. 

Your hand reached down to hold onto the back of his, the heavy static feeling in your lower abdomen seemingly appearing out of nowhere flying towards you at unfathomable speeds - “Oh god..” you moaned, feeling like it was going to tear you apart at any second, sitting on the edge of your core for so long. 

With a precise and hard thrust, Jimin threw you over the edge, burying himself in you as soon as he felt your core rhythmically spasm around him, meeting the very end of you - your thighs tightening around his figure, your jaw clenching, choked groans struggling to leave your lips as you felt the pleasure take over, renewed with every clench.

You could feel a small trickle from the very top of your core down your folds and down to your ass, the sudden realisation setting in that you had wet yourself, or at least that’s what you thought you did, your cheeks heating up, your hands immediately going to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“I wet myself..” you whisper whimpered.

“No you didn’t.” Jimin chuckled lowly above you, “You came. Hard.” 

He let go of your hips and leaned down to you, removing your hands from your face, noticing how flushed it was, he couldn’t help but smile at your innocence. 

“I meant to make you do that.” Jimin smiled, cupping your cheek, making you open your eyes to look into his, “It was so fucking hot.” 

“Really?” you asked curiously. 

“Yes.” he laughed, pressing his lips to yours, pushing his hips harder against you, making you moan into his kiss, your core feeling sore. 

He sat back on his heels again and pulled out of you, “Turn around, gorgeous.” 

You did as he requested, turning around on your stomach, leaning on your elbows - Jimin pushed your legs together and sat on top of them, spreading your folds with his thumbs as he pushed back into you, your mouth falling open at the intrusion. You turned your head so you could see him, watching as his eyes hungrily took in the view of his member slowly disappearing into you and reappearing. 

One of his hands held onto your hip as the other slid up your back and held onto your shoulder, pulling you back every time he thrusted into you as he started a slow rhythm again, feeling you clench on him with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Your cunt’s so hungry for me, Y/N.” he growled. 

He extracted whimper after whimper from you, loving the position he had you in, his member filled your core to the brim and you loved the feeling of being so tight around him with your legs closed below him. 

You felt his chest against your back as he leaned down, his hand on your shoulder gliding into your hair, holding on to it, pulling your head back so his mouth was by your ear, “You fucking love it when I talk to you like that, don’t you?” 

Nodding repeatedly, you bit your bottom lip, “I love it when you praise me, Jimin..” 

“Yeah?” he hummed, his thrusts slowing to a halt, pushing himself all the way into you, earning a whimper, your hands clenching the sheets below you, “You love my cock too, don’t you?” 

You wiggled your ass against his hips, pulling slightly away before you pushed yourself back on him, his breath hitching, “I do.. I love it so much..” 

“Fuck, babe..” he moaned as you continued your movements, “Look at you fucking yourself on me.. Such a good girl..” 

So lost in pleasure, so delirious from his hands all over you, his member hitting all the right spots, so deliciously fucking you shamelessly, you barely registered the words you were blurting out. His hips moved opposite yours, creating waves of pleasure that exploded from your core and rippled through your body, a strained mewl left you, “I love it so much, I love you.” 

Your body almost instantly froze as you realised what you’d just said, but you didn’t get time to get anxious as Jimin’s hand in your hair tightened and he growled by your ear, “Again.” his hips never seizing their movements. 

“I love you..” you whimpered again, feeling his hips slow down slightly as his hand let go of your hair and instead came around to your cheek, turning your head so he could capture your lips with his, a soft moan stuck in his throat - his thumb tenderly caressed your cheek while his lips moved with yours. 

He let go of you and sat back on his heels, pulling out of you, lifting one of his legs to push yours aside before doing the same with the other, his hands grabbed your hips to raise your ass in the air, one of his arms going under you, holding on to your breast, lifting you up and holding you close to him as he pushed his member back into you, his other hand going down to rub soft circles on your clit, “Cum one last time before I do, beautiful.” 

You nodded lightly, unsure if you actually had the capability to cum again as his hips started roughly snapping into you, you leaned your head back on his shoulder, one of your hands holding on to his forearm, the other going to the back of his head and tangling in his hair, holding onto him for support, knowing your orgasm was going to be powerful and maybe a little painful. 

His thumb rubbed gently against your nipple, adding additional pleasure to the multiple sensations you were experiencing. It was working - he knew how to coax orgasm after orgasm out of you better than you did, his praising, filthy talk, skilful fingers and incredible hip movements. 

You clenched around him, feeling the weight in your lower stomach multiply, lying heavy on you, leaving you on the very edge of your orgasm, teasing you with its peak and sinful licks against your clit, your legs trembling underneath you, your body gaining a mind of its own pushing itself into his, holding onto him as if he was the glue piecing you together. 

“That’s it, babe, I’ve got you.” he hummed against your neck, “You’re okay..” 

“Fuck..” you whimpered, feeling his member hit a spot inside you that finally sent you over the edge, your core clenching tightly around him causing him to softly moan, surge after surge of pleasure and bliss soaring through your muscles, feeling Jimin’s hips stutter and his member twitch inside you, while your orgasm had its full hold on you, your moans and whimpers mixed with tightening around him had him coming undone almost at the same time, holding you tightly against his body. 

You could feel his heartbeat through his chest and into your back, his pants hitting your shoulder - he pulled the cup of your bra up, the palm of his hand flattening against your skin, sliding up your chest to your chin, gently turning your head to his, pressing his lips tenderly to yours trying to distract you from the feeling of him pulling out, but you still winced, a small whimper strained in your throat. 

He let go of your body slowly, making sure you were ready to support yourself as you were still shaking slightly - he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to stand up, quickly tucking his member away then grabbing his shirt and your clothes, meanwhile you sat down on your heels, tipping your head back with closed eyes as you gathered your breath and tried not to spill too much of Jimin into his sheets. 

After putting his own shirt on, he dropped your dress and your underwear in front of you, his hand coming to hold on to the back of your neck, looking down at you, noticing the smile you had on your lips, “You feeling okay?” he queried. 

You nodded and he leaned down to you capturing your lips with his in a delicate but short kiss “No one comes up here, so you can take as much time as you need.” 

“Thank you.” you bit your lip, picking up your dress to pull it over your head and straighten it out - grabbing your underwear as well you stood up next to Jimin, feeling your legs wobble beneath you, “I’ll quickly clean up in the bathroom and then I’ll be down.” 

“I’ll wait for you.” he beamed as you stepped past him and walked to the bathroom across the hall, double checking when you opened the door to ensure no one was around, despite Jimin confirming no one would be up here. 

You quickly washed yourself, dried off with one of his guest towels and slipped your underwear back on before opening the bathroom door to a Jimin happily awaiting you, extending his arm and motioning for you to walk down the stairs first, following you closely. 

As you walked down to join the party again, you gathered with the other men, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jin - Jimin stood close to you, his hand resting possessively on your hip, not something that was unusual, he’d quite often do it, but it felt like this time was different.

You were standing at the end of the group when you felt a presence next to you, Michael had reappeared, a soft smile on his lips, but you knew better than to fall for that - he wanted something from you, something that Jimin had already ruined. 

“Hey. I didn’t see you come back down.” he voiced, a tone in it trying to make you feel like you owed it to him to tell him that you had come back down. 

“Yeah, sorry. I wanted to go see my friends.” you smirked, pointing towards the large group of men next to you, Michael noting Jimin’s eyes boring into his while the others ignored him. 

“It’s a little crowded and loud here. Do you wanna go somewhere else?” he asked, eyeing you up and down, as if he didn’t see Jimin’s hand resting on your body.

You don’t know what possessed you, but as if you were tired of him not getting the hint you put it bluntly, “Sorry, Jimin has already had his way with me and I feel like I can’t walk as it is.” 

Michael’s eyes grew to twice the size and you were almost scared that they were going to fall out of their sockets - you could hear Jimin chuckle lowly next to you, trying to keep his laughter to himself, clearly enjoying the show. 

“He owns me.” you smirked, “You’re better off finding someone else.” it looked like he finally got the hint when he defeatedly put his tail between his legs and walked off with a hurt pride. 

"Did you like that?" you laughed, turning around to look at Jimin. 

"I did." he smiled back. 

"You like it when I tell people my pussy belongs to you?" you bit your lip suggestively, looking up and down his body, "That no one else can touch me?" 

Jimin leaned next to your ear, a certain evil cockiness in his voice, "You're playing with fire, babe. Be careful."

"You know." you started, your finger coming up to draw lazy circles on his chest, a sudden confidence surging through you, "When I'm alone, and I need a bit of relief, I think about you." you whispered into his ear with a smirk. 

His hand moved quickly from your hip to your lower back, pulling you close to his body, you crashed into him as he removed the gap between you, a small gasp leaving you because of it. 

"Say that again." he growled. 

"When I play with myself, I think about you. I think about how you fuck me so good, make me moan so loud, make me cum so many times." you spoke in his ear, your voice seductive, "How your cock stretches my tight little cunt so well.."

You could feel his member growing against your hip, a sense of pride rising in you.

“Filthy words coming from someone who was a virgin not long ago.” he smirked, his hand moving down from your back to your ass, grabbing it roughly. 

“You love it, don’t you, Jimin?” you bit your lip.

“Fuck, I do.” he whispered. 

Grabbing his hand in yours you manoeuvred between the multiple people, Jimin happily following behind you quickly, knowing his house like you knew your own you pulled him past the living room and into a small hallway where you opened one of the doors to a guest bedroom, pushing him into it, closing and locking the door behind you. 

You barely managed to turn around before he pressed his body to yours, against the door, his hand caressing your cheek, the other venturing up and down your side, remembering your curves so easily, your own hands holding onto his shirt, pulling him to you, your hand moving up into his hair, holding on tightly. 

Pressing your core to his member, grinding against it you earned a small moan from him, a moan you wanted to hear more of, much more - you parted your lips as he did the same, his tongue licking softly across your lip before finding yours, swiping against it, broken moans leaving you. 

Moving your head away from his, your lips detached, pants leaving the both of you, your chests rising and falling against each other. 

“Jimin..” you whispered, “Teach me how to use my mouth.” 

He raised a brow at you with a smirk, his thumb softly moving over your bottom lip, “You wanna suck my cock?” 

You opened your mouth, flicking your tongue against his thumb before taking it in your mouth, closing your lips around it, nodding softly. His gaze fell to your lips, his mouth falling ajar, the smile fading as he hungrily imagined his member in your mouth, feeling your tongue circle the tip of his finger. 

Pulling at his shirt you turned him around so his back was against the door, moving your head to his neck, attaching your lips to it, sucking gently on his skin, one of your hands gliding down his chest and stomach, moving under his shirt, feeling his soft skin against your palm. 

He leaned his head back against the hard surface, closing his eyes and letting you take control of him. You dug your nails into his skin and raked them across his stomach, this earned you a soft groan, your hand moving further down to palm his member in his jeans, moving it up and down against it. 

“Feels good, Y/N..” he whispered. 

You undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, letting your hand slide into them easily, feeling a small wet patch by the head of his member on his boxers, you couldn’t help but circle it, his member twitching against the tip of your finger. 

“Who’s wet for who now?” you cooed with a smirk against his neck. 

He let out a small but deep chuckle, “The things you do to me..” 

Moving your hand into his boxers, you pulled them as well as his jeans down to his thighs, wrapping your fingers around his member, hearing a small sigh leave him - you kissed the edge of his jaw, down his neck, lifting his shirt with your free hand, continuing your small pecks down his chest and his stomach, feeling your lips curve and mold to the shape of his muscles. 

He leaned his head forward, looking down at you as you moved down onto your knees, meeting your gaze, his lips parted, heavy breaths escaping between them - he replaced your hand on his shirt, holding it up, leaving his torso bare for you, his other hand coming down to your cheek, grazing it softly. 

The nervousness settled in your stomach was easily pushed away by the sight in front of you, the heat between your legs almost guiding you, longing to hear his whimpers and moans, caused by you. 

His knuckles brushed gently across your cheek before going under your chin, “Open your mouth, beautiful.”

You did as he asked, opening your mouth for his member, questioning yourself in your head if your mouth was really big enough for him - he pulled you closer to him, the tip of his member sliding into your mouth, a small hiss leaving him above you as he felt the warmth and wetness. 

Taking him as deep as you could, his member poked at the back of your throat, something he loved, but also knew that you weren’t experienced enough to do yet, “Easy, babe, don’t rush or force yourself.” 

You nodded softly, putting your hand around whatever of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth, feeling it already become wet from your spit, you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, slowly bobbing your head - his hand slid into your hair, keeping it away from your face.

He tasted salty, a different taste behind it, sweet yet sour, a taste you could only assume was your own from earlier. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his member, feeling the string under its head, a sharp exhale forced out of him when your tongue swiped across it. 

Your free hand slid up his stomach, spreading your fingers out, feeling his muscles tense and release repeatedly, as your movements continued - you pulled your mouth off him, your hand keeping his member in place as you instead swiped your tongue against his length, one side and then the other before going underneath, taking him in your mouth again when your tongue hit its end. 

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, a soft thud when it hit the surface behind him, “Fuck..” he whispered. 

Bobbing your head slightly faster, you adored the sight in front of you, his parted lips, his hand holding onto his shirt so tightly his knuckles were white, his breath so heavy with soft moans between, his thighs tense and slightly shaky. 

Your jaw and your knees were starting to ache, but you tried your best to push through it, trying to take him deeper and deeper in your mouth - your own heat so wet your underwear were now beyond saving. 

“Don’t stop..” he breathed, “Please..” 

His words made your core throb, spurred you on even more, you wanted to see him cum, feel him cum in your mouth - he lifted his head and looked down at you, his abs under your hand contracting continuously and you figured he was close - you watched as he bit his lip, his dark eyes memorising every part of you in this position, his hair falling in strands around his face, framing it perfectly. 

“I’m so close, babe..” he panted, “You don’t have to let me-” you dug your nails into the skin of his stomach to interrupt him, causing a growl to leave him while you moved your head quicker. 

His hand in your hair tightened and he closed his eyes, clenching his jaw when his stomach finally tensed fully and held still momentarily before you felt his member twitch in your mouth and the warmth from it filling your mouth - you desperately tried to keep up, swallowing what he offered proudly, the salty taste and tingling feeling flowing down through your throat until he had nothing left to give. 

You pulled your mouth off of him, licking gently around the tip of his member to get the remainder of his cum, giggling softly at his body twitches due to his sensitivity. Standing up in front of him his eyes opened and met yours, his pants shallow and rough while he studied your tongue licking your lips. 

“Did you swallow it?” he questioned, his features surprised. 

You offered a nod with a smile. 

His hand still placed in your hair tensed and he pulled you close to him, crashing his lips to yours, between kisses whispering, “Fuck.. Good girl.” 

He grabbed your waist and turned you around, his hand finding the top of your back quickly to push you forward and bend you over the desk placed against the wall next to you - god, he wanted to play with you so badly, tell you how pretty you looked, how much he wanted to make you cum over and over again, listen to your beautiful moans for hours, but he was too greedy, lifting your dress up and pulling your underwear down, your legs already spread when his thumbs pulled your folds apart for his viewing pleasure, his tongue ravenously starting to swipe against your clit. 

You grabbed a hold of the desk, a strained moan leaving your throat, “Fuck, Jimin!” He chuckled mischievously, one of his hands spreading out on your ass, grabbing and holding onto it, as if he owned you. 

But you knew that he did, you were utterly and completely his.

His finger replaced his tongue, swiping against your clit before moving up and in to you so easily it was almost embarrassing, “So wet from sucking my cock, hm? Did you like it that much?” 

“Yes..” you breathed.

“I didn’t even have to tell you what to do.” he spoke with a dark voice, adding another finger and earning a whimper from you, “Did you lie to me, Y/N?” 

“No!” you retorted quickly, the end of your word turning into a gasp when he buried his fingers deep inside you and held them still, his thumb pressing against your clit. 

“Good.” he smirked, “Then tell me how you did so well?” his fingers starting to move slowly in and out of you. 

“Instincts..” you mewled. 

“You’re telling me you’re instinctively a good cock hungry submissive?” he chuckled, pushing a third finger into you, your jaw clenching at the burning stretch, holding your breath for a moment before releasing it quickly, “I guess that’s why your cunt takes me so well..” he continued. 

Pulling his fingers out of you, he reattached his mouth to your core, his tongue taking long and slow swipes against your clit, moans stuck at the edge of your throat, desperately trying to release them but his tongue sent you into limbo, your legs shaking beneath you. 

Your pants against the table left small droplets of moisture, your breath scorching and rapid while Jimin did with you as he pleased, his lips molding around your clit to suck on it, tongue flicking it repeatedly if not replaced by his thumb circling it while he enjoyed the view. 

“I wanna cum so bad..” you whined, your forehead placed firmly against the desk - you could feel your core throb repeatedly, you knew you wouldn’t be far off, the static settling in your stomach, but it was keeping itself at bay and you hated that. 

“Yeah?” he cooed behind you. 

“Please..” you whispered, “I need it.”

“I was planning on making you cum with my tongue.” he shrugged, “But I’d rather fuck you until you cum.” he stood up and you felt his member swipe against your core, one of his hands resting on your hip, you didn’t expect him to be able to get hard again so quickly, but you weren’t going to complain about it.

He pushed into you and you leaned your head back, resting your torso on your elbows, your mouth falling open while you felt him push further and further in, his other hand sliding up your back and into your hair, “How hard do you want it?” he grinned. 

“Hard.” you sneered. 

“That’s my girl..” he chuckled, his hips starting slow but quickly working their way up to a forceful and quick pace. Every time his hips met your ass you felt the pleasure resonate through your entire body, almost regretting what you had asked for, the bliss so pure and intoxicating - his hand let go of your hair and instead held on to your other hip, helping to pull you back against him when his hips pushed you away. 

“Oh my god..” you barely managed to breathe, pushing yourself back against him as well, chasing his member - you raised yourself up, supporting yourself on your hands while you felt the pressure tighten in your lower stomach. 

You squeezed your legs together, lifting one of them half way as you felt your body begin to shake and the weight in your core coming dangerously close to its maximum, “Jimin..” you moaned.

“Cum, babe.” he panted roughly, “I’m so close too.”

Your arms gave way under you and let you fall to your elbows, you leaned against the table as your orgasm took over you, barely able to contain your moans and whimpers, your core clenching around Jimin’s member, his hips desperately trying to continue to move against you while your core gripped and released him, pleasure vibrating through your body as he continued to fuck you until his own orgasm took over and he released inside of you, his hips coming to a stand still, body falling down onto yours, struggling to remain on his legs, his breath fast and burning against your shoulder.

You both stayed still until you felt like you weren’t going to collapse from exhaustion - Jimin gently pulling out of you and putting his member away, dragging his hand through his hair to move it from his face. 

He pulled your dress down before moving next to the desk, putting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin, “You okay?” his features slightly worried he had gone too hard. 

“I’m okay.” you smiled, leaning into his hand, “My underwear isn’t though.” 

He couldn’t help but let out a small and cute giggle, “I’ll buy you some new ones.” 

You stood up straight, your legs still shaking somewhat, but it was manageable - Jimin looked down at them, figuring you must be just as exhausted as him, if not more, “You can sleep in my room if you want. I’d join you, but I’m unfortunately the host.” he mumbled the last bit in annoyance. 

“It’s okay. I’ll stay with you until everyone leaves.” you smiled, “I just need a few minutes.” 

Jimin moved behind you again and you turned around to follow him, he put his hands on your waist and lifted you up onto the desk, as if you weighed nothing, “Take all the time you need.” he whispered, leaning in to you, pushing his lips to yours in a series of tender kisses while his hands massaged your thighs until you felt ready to join the others, your hands resting on his chest. 

Days passed after the party and Jimin hadn’t answered any of your text messages, he hadn’t come around your house like he normally would and no one would tell you where he was or if he was okay. You couldn’t help the thoughts that circled in your head, you knew that if he was hurt, you would’ve been told, which only made you think that it had something to do with what happened between you at the party.

You felt sick to your stomach, your chest running cold with anxiety every time you remembered the 3 little words you spoke in your pleasureful bliss - such a small sentence with life changing meaning. You spent so many years hiding your feelings from him, hiding your jealousy, your hate for his girlfriends, happily tagging along every time he invited you for dinner with them, enduring the hurt you felt when you saw him with others, you tried, for him, but he gave you a taste of him at your request and it wasn’t ever going to be enough. 

You’d scared him away, hadn’t you? He wasn’t looking for a relationship and even less likely one with his best friend who had only recently lost her virginity and gotten herself addicted to him - someone he’d seen in worse states than anyone would ever wish to see their significant other. 

You fucked up. 

Though you couldn’t help but giggle at your own self loathing, if Jimin could only see you now he’d yell at you until you turned 90. He always put you on a pedestal, treated you like a queen, told you how beautiful you were, how much he cared for you, how lucky any guy would be to have you.

Maybe he just wasn’t that guy. 

You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the heavy rain falling against it from the dark and gray skies before sipping on your hot cocoa, letting it swirl around your tongue relishing its sweet yet dry taste, snuggling further under your fuzzy blanket, changing the channel for the 100th time since this morning - if any day was going to be a sad day, today was definitely it. 

A barely audible knock snapped your eyes from the screen ahead and you reluctantly put your mug down to withdraw yourself from your comfy position on the sofa, standing up to make your way towards the door, pondering who would even venture out in this weather let alone to come knocking at yours. 

Opening the door you were met with Jimin’s soaking figure, his black t-shirt sticking tightly to his frame, his jeans a darkened blue due to the water in them, his blond hair in divided stands over his eyes, dripping water onto the ground below.

“Jimin..” you whispered, surprised to see him by your door, his eyes avoiding yours, “Get in here, you’re soaked!” you reached out and grabbed his wrist, the coldness of his skin sending an icy shiver through your body as you pulled him into the warmth.

He didn’t protest as you pulled him through to your bathroom, the squeaking of his shoes against the wooden floor seemingly the only sound in the world, his head hanging low as you turned the shower on, “I’ll come back in a couple of minutes to collect your clothes. I’ll give them a quick wash and then put them in the dryer so they’ll be dry and warm, okay?” 

You started walking out of the bathroom when you felt his freezing hand grab onto your wrist making you turn around, finally his eyes met yours, they were red and puffy, your features softening as you realised you clearly hadn’t been the only one crying these last few days.

“Did you mean what you said at the party?” he questioned, his eyes searching your features for the truth. 

You gulped, knowing exactly what he was referring to, letting go of the breath you didn’t realise you had been holding, nodding softly. 

“How long?” he swiftly continued. 

“Jimin..” you breathed, not wanting to disclose the fact that you’d basically been in love with him your entire friendship. 

“Please, I need to know.” he pleaded, his eyes expressing sorrow. 

You closed your eyes, lowering your head and with a measly voice spoke, “Longer than I can remember..” 

He let go of your wrist and began to undress, lifting his t-shirt to reveal his torso, the bathroom fully steamed up by the water continuously hitting the tiles below, “Join me, please?” he asked cautiously. 

Hesitant but compliant you rid yourself of your restrictions, watching as Jimin stepped into the shower with his back to you, his arms stretched and his palms against the wall by the shower head, letting the water hit his cold body, a slight shiver visibly running through him - his head was droopy, making his back look much larger than usual. Your eyes continued down his small waist to his round and firm ass that lead so perfectly onto his thick thighs. 

Taking careful steps you joined him under the water, slowly wrapping your arms around his waist, your fingers spreading out on his stomach, your thumbs caressing him softly, leaning your forehead against the cleft between his shoulder blades, your body shaking slightly due to his cold skin. 

He turned around and wrapped his arms around you, moving you so your back was against the wall, a hiss leaving you as your skin met the chilly tiles - you looked up at him when his hand cupped your cheek, his brown eyes flicked between yours momentarily before he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. 

It felt.. Different. 

His hand on your back slid up and down your skin in a soothing manner, his hand on your cheek was gentle, his body was only lightly pressed against yours - it was like he wasn’t hungry and ready to devour you, but rather taking his time to taste and enjoy you. 

As he pulled away you could feel your lips struggle to separate, sticking together, his eyes admiring your features while his thumb drew lazy lines on your cheek before he closed them again and planted another gentle kiss to your mouth. 

Between the water hitting your skin and your pounding heartbeat you could barely hear your breathing grow heavier, a tickling in your stomach that had you feeling giddy and an ache in your core you tried to ignore. 

Your hands slid up to his chest, resting just below his collarbones, enabling you to feel his heart pounding just as viciously as yours. His hand on your cheek started gliding down your body, over your breast, down your stomach to your hip before it went under your thigh and lifted it up to rest on his hip. 

His member so easily found its way to your core where he slowly slid it into you, the burning intrusion sending bolts of lust rushing through you - your mouth falling ajar as he pushed in further, brows furrowed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his eyes opening to again memorise how beautiful you looked when filled by him.

When fully inside you, you looked down, watching as his abs tensed and relaxed repeatedly, his member twitching softly inside you, your thigh lying perfectly along the side of the V line on his hips, the sight and feeling alone making you clench around him, hearing a soft yet sinful sigh leave his lips. 

He leaned in and stole another kiss from you, barely distracting you from his hips beginning to move, a slow and grinding motion, his hand on your back holding on to you tighter, holding you closer to him than before - he was being so gentle with you, his tongue didn’t come out to find yours, his hips didn’t snap into you as if he only had minutes to cum, his hands held onto you as if for dear life. 

What was happening? 

Letting go of your lips, he instead leaned his head next to yours, your ear picking up every little breath and moan he released, one of your hands moving from his chest to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers lightly in his hair, leaning your head back against the tiles as he allowed you to feel every part of his member fill you up until there was no room left in you before he took it away again and repeated it, slowly. 

“Y/N..” he spoke softly as his movements stopped and he was buried inside you. 

“Mmh?” you hummed, leaning your head forward, your mouth by his ear. 

The hot water hitting your bodies, the tiles and the pooling water below you was the only sound cloaking you as Jimin paused briefly. 

“I want you. I want you to be mine.” he breathed, his grip on your thigh and back tightening, “I love you.”

The puzzle was finally complete - the last piece you were missing to realise.

He wasn’t fucking you - he was loving you.

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[butterfly-winx]

its probably the helia stan in me but id love to read an origin story! idk if youre planning one for all of them but i really like your worldbuilding so id read them! and i know others would too! 💞 (also that fairy sketch was beautiful and if youre planning on it id love to hear more about him 👀)

Aahh ugh, I don’t actually have a lot fleshed out for Cyanox, except that he is the Guardian of Prometia and neutral to a fault. And also unintentionally the reason for why/how Layla  gained the ability to modify Sirenix into Crystal Sirenix to adapt to cold and high pressure environments. 

I am far too disorganised to make one collection post for the backgrounds of all characters I messed with, so I guess, here goes nothing. *cracks knuckles* Buckle in for the ride! (content warning for death and lethal illnesses)

Helia was born on Lynphea in a middle sized settlement in the moderate-warm Eastern Forests of Lynphea. I talk about the zones, culture and dangers of Lynphea here, so I don’t want to repeat myself too much, but Helia’s village was much closer to the borders of the Death Zone the virus has claimed for itself than what would have been advisable. Back then, they thought  Viaj would exhaust the surrounding natural resources and its people would move on long before the spread of the virus would become a danger to them. Oh how wrong they were. All it took was the change of the wind one summer.

Helia had been only five and then some and the world was still too vivid in his eyes, lights filtering through leaves a spectacle every day he accompanied one of his caretakers on a simple errand. He was the one who found the earliest warning sign, a fungal growth on a long leaf of gras that was the manifestation of the plague befalling its plant hosts. Not quite comprehending what that meant in his young age, Helia struggled for a long time with guilt about the terror his discovery brought, wishing he would have never played in the prairie. Like that would have avoided anything.

The inhabitants of Viaj actually gained a head start through his discovery though that potentially spared other communities, however it couldn’t help theirs. They quarantined immediately, drew up a magic barrier to protect everyone from the airborne spores that carry the virus from plants to humans. But doing so they gave up hunting and gathering and were entirely reliant on the rations the other communities would send with the quarantine workers. Though even those trickled to a stop when the first person fell sick with the cough and the tell-tale black spots formed on their mucous membrane. People saw no use in wasting resources on people who were damned to die. The best they could do now was limit travel to the edge of the Eastern Forest and set more scientists on recalculating the projected spread of the virus.

Lynpheans practice a philosophy of “live and let die” not hanging onto things beyond their lifespan, so this was seen as neither cruel or unusual, but show me one person who is truly prepared to die such a horrific, slow death in order to upkeep the natural order. The people of Viaj didn’t want to die, and they certainly didn’t deserve to die. But people fell like flies, until about three months later only Helia, Naoqi, the last adult, and Tsilla, the very last baby born in midst of all that, were alive. Naoqi cared for Helia and the baby as best as he could and in doing so became a replacement parental figure in Helia’s eyes. He did everything he could to make the horrible experience slightly lighter to bear for the children, but when the magic barrier keeping the wind away fell, there was little he could have done to stave off the inevitable. 

Helia was left alone, with a not even five moth old baby and no way of feeding himself or the baby. With nothing else left, he braved the forest and looked for the quarantine workers who were no doubt overseeing the area, which marked the last time Helia ever walked in the forests of his home. The quarantine workers were more than surprised by the tenacious boy with a baby in his arms and finding out he was still alive after what they thought was final exhaustion has set in. 

The next thing after that that Helia actually remembers is waking up on Magics with Saladin greeting him, introducing himself as a distant relative. The truth was a lot more complicated than that. The quarantine workers have taken Helia to the nearest hospital to treat him for the effects of starvation, because miraculously, the disease had still not taken hold of him after five months of exposure. Hermetically locked in a wing of the hospital, he was the most prised and most dangerous person and study artefact on the whole planet. His comatose slumber was watched from behind plexi glas and every then available humoral test was run on him to find out why he of all people had proved to be immune. If he was immune at all.

Meanwhile Saladin arrived on planet as he heard the news of the demise of his hometown, of his family. Even back then he had not been the pride of the planet and his relationship with his family had been strained because of the wars he had chosen to be involved in. All of that didn’t matter the instant lives were on the line and Saladin wanted nothing more than one last exchange of letters he would never get to make everything alright again. No power in the world would ever grant him that, but having powerful friends in the right circles granted him something else. Information, that a young Viaj boy was still alive in the Epidemiology Research Centre. He may be the future, the solution to all of their problems with a  DNA hiding the secrets to immunity. Saladin immediately inquired, dug deeper demanding to see the boy, but the Council denied him visitation rights. He had to strike an underhanded deal with the co-leader of the research project under a false name to find out Helia wasn’t even awake, but held in a magically induced coma for observational purposes. The scientist talked on and on about the possibilities and what they would do after they go the genes needed but Saladin blew up at that point. How dare they treat this boy like an object, like his loss wouldn’t be felt by anyone, should one of the procedures go wrong. Like all his life could hold from now on was an ultimate sacrifice for the benefit of the many. He wouldn’t even be able to comprehend that if told. With Saladin blowing a fuse, the research centre blew up too and he fled the planet that night with an unconscious Helia in his arms. 

So what felt like a night of knocked-in-the-head-by-a-horse sleep to Helia was actually close to four weeks in real world time. He has no concrete memory of what Saladin saved him from, but enough peripheral perception of what transpired planetside to make sense of the ramifications. Technically, Helia’s DNA is public property of the Lynphea Council, and technically both him and Saladin have an arrest warrant hanging over their head for the destruction and property damage caused. If Helia were to ever set foot on Lynphea again (or even go to a country that has an extradition treaty with them) he would be taken back to the Research Centre to be dissected to the smallest molecules until he yielded answers. 

While Helia was able to grow up in Magics in relative safety, the virus was still wreaking damage on Lynphea. Saladin (and to a lesser extent Helia) made the incredibly difficult decision to reject the experimentation on Helia and thus deny the population of their home a potential treatment to an otherwise lethal infection. It is an incredibly heavy burden and no day passes that they don’t question the rightness of their choice.

Helia can certainly appreciate the moral conflict now, but as a child he was much more difficult to manage. The switch from a huge nurturing family to one primary carer to rely on was harsh on Helia, who was already traumatised and needing  love and affection. Saladin did the best he could, but running a school and otherwise being a Universe-wide known hero didn’t help. After they grew close on the tail end of Helia’s childhood, they explosively drew apart during his tweens, Helia not able or reluctant to understand the restrictions Saladin placed on his life.

First, he was unwilling to share as much about Lynphean culture and way of life as Helia wished to know, saying that he wouldn’t be able to apply it there on Magics anyway. The deeper reason for that is more likely buried in his resentment for Lynphea rejecting him as harshly as they did after he helped save the Universe from the Ancestresses, but Helia of course knew nothing of that. Then when he moved over to adapting to life on Magics “in the Magics” way, he begged to be taught magic for which he had developed a budding talent. Saladin refused again for related trauma reasons. He didn’t want Helia to wield a power that could potentially make him a weapon in someone else’s crusade. Being his only personal student would only paint a target on Helia’s back. 

Helia was having none of that, fiercely objecting to the treatment. He had his own trauma to deal with. Like death by illness. (People falling ill was a lasting trigger he has been continuously working to overcome, but the first time Saladin came home with a cough Helia immediately worked himself into a panic attack so severe he couldn’t stop vomiting and had to be taken into a hospital himself. ) He shouldn’t have to shoulder the repercussions of Saladin’s problems too! 

People who say old teens and their wilfulness are hard to deal with, haven’t met twelve year old Helia yet. To think he actually mellowed out by the time he hit Red Fountain. In any case, Helia and Saladin weren’t really speaking civilly with each other anymore by the time Helia met Krystal. (More on her side of things here) Krystal, ten and absolutely blind to seeing obstacles, offered Helia her books on basic witchcraft and with that the opportunity to take his magic learning into his own hands. After all, sorcery required a lot of detailed instruction, but witchcraft was available to any odd fool who could set up a passable reaction equation. It took half a year of trials and encouragement for his efforts to yield a result and for Krystal and Helia’s friendship to bloom. It took Saladin much longer than that to catch on to Helia’s secret tinkering. The old man should have suspected something to be up after their disagreements magically disappeared after Helia and Krystal met twice. The aftermath was ugly and lead to Helia and Krystal reluctantly parting ways. 

Helia was inconsolable an dedicated a large part of his life to making it as difficult for Saladin as possible. His grades dropped, his art got angry and choppy and he had to be escorted home by peace keepers for having snuck into places he shouldn’t have been in. Year fourteen and fifteen of Helia’s life have been by far the most difficult to deal with with no improvement in sight. Under pressure from his school and Saladin to choose a path for higher education after his year nine exams, Helia thought it would be most spiteful to chose...nothing. He would simply stop going to school at 15 years of age and just become whatever. Maybe a full-time artist or a busker. “Hah, that’ll show Saladin!”- he thought, but he severely miscalculated.

Saladin had often threatened with making Helia enrol in his school if he didn’t behave and Helia never though he would make good on his words until he was dropped off at the main entrance with all his bags like the other freshmen filtering in through the gates. Being the headmaster, Saladin allowed Helia some liberties, trying to demonstrate to him that he shouldn’t see this as a punishment, but as an opportunity to further his life. Cue Helia’s biggest pièce de resistance, showing just how much he didn’t think so. As mentioned a few asks ago, he was given the liberty to chose where he lived and which team he chose, but not like that goddamit! He took shameless advantage of the loose wording Saladin used and hopped between rooms and teams completely ignoring conventions. He was the bane of the school, found on the roof, in supply closets and in the middle of hallways. Teams feared him, because they knew if Helia was assigned to them they might as well have been one person short, his flaky nature making it hard for them to work with him. Codatorta wrote as many warnings for Helia in that one year as he did in his whole career before that. Students at Red Fountain tended to be disciplined and dedicated to becoming Specialists, but Helia was the absolute antithesis to them. At the end of the year no amount of Saladin’s half-hearted excuses could save Helia from the overwhelming force of the teaching staff getting him sacked. Not that Helia minded, though. It was exactly what he wanted.

Saladin more or less gave up on him then. If he wanted to be on his own then fine. Saladin would help him with finding an own apartment and give him his first moth of rent, but after that Helia could go and find himself a purpose in the world alone. Fine. Fine. Alright! 

It was not alright at all, but it was buried under a very thick layer of “I’ll show ya” which made Helia want to live his best liberal artist life. He enjoyed creating as much art as he wanted, but he craved social contact and being engaged in something with a common goal, so he started getting involved with local pacifist groups. He had always preached a path of non-violence, which was about the only thing that had been ingrained in him from his Lynphean upbringing. There he started to expand his horizon beyond what his gut feeling taught him about pacifism and got into reading theory seriously. He was surprised how many of those books shared around had originally belonged to the Red Fountain library and even more so that they have ben written by the founders of the Red Fountain Cavalry. And that was when Helia bust down Saladin’s office door.

“All of this theory was in the school’s library the whole time!!?? And all everyone was ever talking about was warfare!! Why was I never told the best pacifist philosophers of the century were all Red Fountain members???” “You never showed up to any of the philosophy lectures! How am I to blame?” A deep breath from Helia, re-evaluating all of his 17 years of life choices. “Dada Saladin, you have to let me back into your school please.” 

And Saladin refused. To let him back without repercussions that is. Helia had to prove that he took his education seriously and was ready to commit by taking the entrance exam like everybody else to earn his place at the institute. He scraped the bottom of the scoreboard with his first results, but took the first year foundation course with a mile long stride. He was allowed to skip quite a few modules and ended up in the same year as the protag specialist boys with quite a reputation to his name. In the process of reacquainting himself with the school and its philosophy, he learned humility, respect, and when to keep his head down and mouth shut. The upperclassmen from his original year group barely believed he was supposedly the same person they got to know as an absolute menace . There are many rumours about twin brothers, brainwashing and Saladin’s terrifying magic might turning him into this new person.

Helia has come an extremely long way becoming the well-tempered and balanced person known from the show’s timeline. It is almost as if he compressed a lifetime of angst into three years, thus min-maxing his character development coming out more adult in the end at 18 years old than many people at 30. He lived through a lot of things and it shows in how he behaves and what he cares about. He is a passable fighter, but his main aim is always to protect and to avoid conflict if possible. He is a trained negotiator for that purpose and prefers to act as tactical support for his team. It all changes however once Riven and Sky both decide to quit the team leaving Helia, Brandon and Timmy with a very difficult decision on how to go on after that.

(Aand we have arrived at present day for my AU timeline with this. I hope you made it this far, I‘ve never written this much for a tumblr post before)

[silverfierro]

Secrets in Spotlight // Self Para

A pivotal moment was upon them. A moment more exciting than any promotion, more memorable than any dance held in the school gymnasium, and of such sheer importance that their lives hanging in the balance could be saved by the right phrase or look into the camera just because of it. 

Gemma radiated preparedness, stationed to step on stage the moment Niko’s friend from District 5 was through with his interview.

Niko continually collapsed inward as he tried on the skin of a version of himself that cared. 

The crowd loved her. Gemma basked in the acknowledgement that everything she’d done to impress had seemingly worked. The roar of the sitting audience was all she had dreamed about every night since their training scores were revealed. Their faces didn’t matter. She could replace them with whoever’s face she wanted. Her friends, her coworkers, her acquaintances from Six’s streets. 

Seated across from Calix, the young girl elongated her spine and was terribly aware of the rapid drying of her gums as she tried to hold her smile. 

“Gemma Raz, everyone!” the man yelled. “You and your district partner Niko have certainly captured the attention of the nation, though not in the way anyone expected! You two media moochers! Have you always been so outgoing? 

She instinctively tried to pull at a piece of her hair that wasn’t hanging there at the moment. “I’m a bit of a go-getter,” she explained. “I was taught from a young age to go after everything I want and to never give up on it.”

“That much is clear!” the interviewer expressed. “And so what are you chasing after here? Victory? Do tell.”

Gemma wanted desperately to pause and consider an answer, but silence could be translated to doubt which in turn could result in ridicule. She could not allow for anyone to think she wasn’t certain of herself. Even if it meant lying or faking it without giving Niko a head’s up.

“Of course victory. Being here isn’t something I can say I wanted, but now that I’m here, I recognize all of the possibilities being a victor could provide. There’s change we could make in our home district, experiences to indulge in here, and opportunities I never thought could be so close in reach. Niko and I are eager to make those possibilities a reality.” Lovely, she thought, she was able to rope him in.

The interview continued without even a hint of a snag. Gemma laughed at Calix’s humor and gifted the audience every answer she imagined they wanted from her. She stressed loyalty and teamwork above all. That part was easy. Betraying Niko was a scenario she couldn’t fathom. The only constant of the arena playing in her mind was her best friend beside her. The brick that keep her grounded, the splash of water in the face when sparkles of delusion blinded her. She needed him.

“One last question for you, darling,” Calix said, causing the audience to fall silent. “What advice from your father are you taking into the arena with you?”

Gemma must’ve spoken about her dad much more than she had anticipated, either now or on the live steam from the day before. It was a good thing. She’d make them aware of a detail without even doing it on purpose.

“My father is simply jammed full of expertise,” she bragged on him. “He’s taught me dozens of things, but the most important one has to be his policy on people.” She paused to remember the first time she heard the words out of his mouth. It was such an impactful moment in her life, wisdom that she carried with her as often as she did a pen or her purse.

“Everyone has a purpose in life whether they want it or not. You can either be a stepping stool for others or the one climbing to the top. It’s always your choice.” Her own voice speaking sounded so much like his she shuddered.

“We hope you’ll reach those heights, Gemma. Everyone, the female tribute from district 6!” Calix applauded the girl as she exited the stage. Gemma, in what she could’ve sworn was slow motion, gave the camera one last longing look before she disappeared from view and came face-to-face with Niko.

“How did I do?” she asked whilst the rush of the interview faded off her face and was replaced with the look of analyzing every detail of the last five minutes. 

“You want the truth or do you want me to lie?” Niko asked without staring back at her.

“Do you need to lie?”

“No.”

She smacked the boy a little harder than she normally would’ve, though being careful not to mess up the fuzz on his jacket sleeve. “Why are you like this?”

“People love you, Gemma,” he explained as though it were obvious. “Asking me if you did well is like asking if the sky is in Six is gray.”

The only had a few seconds of conversation before one was swept backstage for last minute photos and the other was given a countdown to his stage debut. Gemma gazed back. She simultaneously wished him luck, but hoped he wouldn’t do as well as she did. Selfish thinking that she wasn’t proud of.

He wanted to do better, but knew that was an impossible feat. People were shallow and liked public figures they could project themselves onto. They liked personalities like Gemma who would lie to them and be agreeable. Ever since his father had once told him not to move past the outer rim of their home, Niko had found ways to break expectations and move past where he was supposed to. 

He didn’t even remember what the first few questions were. They all seemed generic and, again, shallow. Nothing he could answer with any sort of depth. Calix’s face looked like a clown’s, pulled back and held in-place with some sort of advanced make-up technique that he figured was supposed to look good. Niko spent more time visualizing what they’d do to him to make him more presentable. 

What is your favorite thing about the Capitol so far? What skills do you plan to show-off in the arena? Who do you plan to work with?

His answers prior must’ve been short or lacking, but the longer the heat of the lights above made his neck sweat, the more he wanted off the stage. The role of calm and cool under pressure was getting so old despite being adjacent to his normal behavior. He itched to be rid of it. “Gemma, obviously,” he answered. “There are other tributes I’ve met, but most of them were psychopaths so,” he tailed off, pointing a thumb to where the others waited for their turns. 

The audience reacted with shock as directed by the host, who had shifted gears entirely from his previous guest. “So Niko, we have to admit we did some digging on you. Scandalous, I know, but you should feel honored! Is it true that you aren’t originally from District Six? But instead from the savage wilds outside of Panem’s secure borders?”

The boy stared at the host with confusion. It wasn’t like his origin story was a secret, not when anyone who asked why he didn’t understand holidays or know how to behave in certain situations got an answer as to why. “Savage is one way of describing it, but yah. That’s where I’m from.”

“Meaning you aren’t really from anywhere, are you?” Calix was quite obviously fishing for a reaction and Niko wasn’t about to give him one. 

“The wilds are a place,” he explained, eyes purposefully aimed into the camera instead of at Calix. “I was born there, grew up there. There’s more than just Panem, you know. Peacekeepers still do patrols there all the time.” It didn’t make sense to him why the government didn’t just claim the land outside of Panem’s borders as their own. Nobody owned it and they didn’t want anyone out there. To add it to part of the country made more sense than forbidding it outright.

Calix’s weird face stretched in a devilish manner. “Thank you for bringing me to my next and final point, Mr. Bello. As I mentioned, we dig some research into you and where you came from” Niko was quiet again, listening to Calix speak. What more was there? His parents lived with him in the wilds and they’d been separated when he was five. There was nothing more to tell. 

“Peacekeepers in the year 109 did sweeps of the areas immediately outside our country’s borders, which is where they found your family, hiding from their responsibilities in Six. Your parent’s base was infiltrated and disbanded, while you were graciously taken back to Six to live a normal life.” Calix paused again for the audience to take in the information he was feeding them. Niko slouched in his chair, disinterested and frustrated that his interview was lasting longer than he planned. 

“What you don’t know is that the peacekeeper task force assigned to that mission was stationed in District Six. Their captain? A man named Richard Raz. Gemma’s father!” Calix gasped, as did the rest of the audience before turning to each other in louder-than-appropriate conversation about the bomb dropped.

Niko’s breath was tight inside his chest with nowhere to go. His eyes fixated on Calix’s satisfied grin, he could’ve leaped out of his chair and attacked him if it weren’t for a miniature Gemma sitting on his shoulder. Gemma, the sole person in the world he trusted beyond lending a coin. He wanted to be alone with her. He wanted more truth than what was being said. Did she already know or were her insides stirring as much as his were?

“Thanks for the update, Calix,” Niko finally answered, decisively keeping his dignity. A meltdown or outrage wouldn’t be good for the image they’d built up, if there was even a they anymore. He wasn’t so sure now. It mostly depended on what Gemma thought of it all. He could almost hear her denying it already, but this was cold-hard fact. Blaming her for her father’s actions would be stupid, but it was exactly the kind of thing she would think he would do. “That’s five questions though, right? I’m out.” 

He stood up and nodded to the audience, walking out as Calix hastily gave him away. If he had missed up his plans for ratings or highlight videos, good. 

Somehow he wasn’t expecting Gemma to be the first person he came into contact with. Her eyes were watery and he immediately dismissed it. “Quit it,” he demanded of her sternly. “This doesn’t change anything. He didn’t even dig up anything good. What happened in the past has nothing to do with us.”

He said it with the upmost belief, but it was apparent in the way he didn’t gravitate towards her and in how her eyes didn’t glow like stars that something had indeed changed. 

Gemma reached for him instead in a warm embrace partially blocked by the clothing they wore. “I could never hurt you, Niko,” she choked through tears.

“I know,” he replied, the hurt taking the place of shock as he wrapped his arms around her. “You wouldn’t.”

[jaytoddsdoll]

A/N: I had this idea a while ago and thought it was pretty cool, I'll try my best!

Pairing: Jason Todd × Reader

Prompt: You have been together with Jason for a while, you both said "I like you" and gone in a couple of dates, you enjoyed each other's company, but all changed when Jason said "I love you", you were scared, saying I like you is one thing but love... That scared the shit out of you, so you distanced yourself from Jason... Will you be able to tell him I love you back? Or will you be too scared of your emotions and back away?

Warnings: swearing and slight smut ( not hardcore don't worry)

Song: Naked- James Arthur

I'm Standing Here Naked

What the hell am I supposed to do... He said he loves me... But I'm so scared, I've never been in a proper relationship, Jason was the first one...

It's true I've had my flings from time to time with boys, but never anything serious, I liked that, mostly because in those "relationships" I didn't have to open up, I would just enjoy time with them, have sex, and later break it off without having my heart broken.

I thought I would always be from flower to flower without getting attached, and when I was starting to feel something towards the guy (apart from sexual attraction) I would run away and forget about it....

But all of this changed when I met him... Fucking Jason Todd.... He had that bad boy vibe that I liked so much, and how smooth he was as well as well build, damn that body of his...

It started with just casual sex, we met at a bar and decided to have a one night stand, but we found each other again and without knowing it we started dating, I don't know why I didn't get away this time, there was something about him that made me stick close to him...

After nine months dating, one afternoon, we were at his flat, I was outside in his balcony admiring the sunset, it was definitely a beautiful sight, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards a strong chest

"Hey babe" Said Jason giving me a small peck on my neck

I only hummed in response and laid my head on his chest relaxing my whole body against his, turning around slowly and reaching for his face giving him a kiss

"(y/n)..." The kiss started to get more urgent and his hands slide down to the lower part of my back, pressing me harder against him

"I love you..." He said breaking the kiss

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he said, and as soon as I did my eyes opened wide and I pushed him away from me

"What... Jason I..." " Why would you say that..."

"What do you mean why? I love you (y/n)" " I really do, look you don't have to say it back, do it whenever you are ready..." He said leaving a small kiss on my forehead and going back inside

After that day things started to get bad, I would always try to change the subject when he brought up the matter, and when he would say I love you I would tense up, and after weeks of being like that Jason bursted

"I'm tired (y/n), I'm fucking tired of this shit...(A/N:I just want a relationship so I'm gonna give you a bunch of reasons why you should date me... Ok, sorry lets continue) I know I told you I would wait for you but I don't know how longer I can wait, I want to take the next step but you won't let me..."

"Jay, what next step? We are already dating is not like we are fuck buddies without any romance involved"

"(y/n)... I want you to move in with me to present you as my girlfriend to my family and I meet yours, to level up things, but I can't do that unless I know you want it too, that you love me as much as I love you..."

" Jay I told you I'm not ready...I..."

"You keep saying that all the time!! Whenever I try to talk to you about it you change the subject or get all tense and ignore me... I'm done with that bullshit (y/n)!! I'm giving myself fully to you but I only get a part of you!"

"Jay..."

"No, I'm tired of always trying to know more things about you but you not letting me..."

At this point I was starting to get mad

"Then you shouldn't have said "I love you"!!"

I yelled and Jason looked at me with a surprised look on his face later replaced by an angry scowl

" Not say "I love you", so I'm just supposed to shut my feelings?! "

"No! But you put a pressure on me that I don't like... And I..."

"You know what, whatever (y/n), I'm done, I'm going to give you space to think, I can't keep waiting on you like a lost puppy, I've waited long enough.... Make your fucking decision, because I can't take it, either you finally tell me how you feel about me or we are through... Goodbye (y/n)..."

And just like that he grabbed his keys and left my apartment leaving me there dumbfounded with tears slowly threatening to fall down my cheeks...

Weeks passed and I felt like shit, I couldn't sleep, I kept waking up in the middle of the night searching for that warmth that used to be next to me, holding me, keeping my nightmares and fears away, but there was nothing there, only cold sheets

Was this feeling love? To feel that you can barely take a step knowing that person is not going to be waiting for you at home, that you are going to look at your phone and no longer see a text from him making you smile... Or his touch...

I've tried talking with my best friends Barbara and Cass, to see if they could help me, but that only helped me realize that I was right this... Whatever I'm feeling is love... And I can't help but think that I fucked up... I ignored the only person who made me feel this way, and all because I was scared... Scared of getting hurt, scared of opening up and being judged...

A couple of days after talking with the girls a letter came to my house, my name was written on the envelope in beautiful gold cursive letters, very majestic if you asked me. It was an invitation to the next Bruce Wayne gala, at first I didn't understand, Jason never said anything about me, so why was I invited? Turns out the Bruce Wayne was going to host a gala to raise money for Gotam's hospital, which meant that I would be attending due to the fact that I'm a doctor working in said hospital, the thing is that if Bruce was the host, Jason would be there...

The day of the gala came and I was in the car with Barbara and Cass heading to the Wayne's Mannor, Dick ( Barbara's boyfriend and Jason's brother) was driving us there, and I couldn't help but wish that Jason didn't attend, which was pretty probable due to his dislike towards galas...

An hour in everything seemed to go smoothly, you chatted with some of your colleagues, with your friends and drank some champagne, until you saw him... He was looking breathtaking, he wore a black tuxedo with a red tie, damn he looked so handsome, that's when you found his gaze straight at you, looking you up and down, you were wearing an esmerald dress with no strips

It looked like he was going to approach you but stopped and turned around leaving the room

You tried following him, you know what to do, and you wanted you boyfriend back, you had fucked up so much already, you needed him

You couldn't find him, it was like if earth had swallowed him, just then the scenario lighted up and Bruce appeared

"Thank you everyone for coming, I would like to inform that thanks to your cooperation a big amount of money is being raised, and for that I thank you again... Now I would like to present my son Jason Todd, who has an important message for a special someone"

The lights went a bit down and Jason stepped on the stage, thanking Bruce and getting the microphone from him, and a melody started playing...

🎵Hey, you there

Can we take it to the next level, baby, do you dare?

He looked directly at me and the crowd in front of me made place for me to walk closer, but I was shocked and couldn't move, until someone pushed me *ahem* Barbara *ahem* making me stand in the front row

Don't be scared

'Cause if you can say the words, I don't know why I should care

I dropped my head down

'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can

But all you ever do is mess it up

Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear

That getting half of you just ain't enough

I could feel tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes

I'm not going to wait until you're done

Pretending you don't need anyone

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm not gonna try 'til you decide

You're ready to swallow all your pride

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

My heart started to beat fast and I felt glances fall up on me but I couldn't take my eyes from Jason

Hey, get out

I've got nothin' left to give for you give me nothin' now

Read my mouth

If you ever want me back, then your walls need breakin' down

I could feel how hurt he was and after those lines my hands reached up and covered my mouth

'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can

But all you ever do is mess it up (all you ever do is mess it up)

Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear

getting half of you just ain't enough

My tears started slowly going down my cheeks

I'm not going to wait until you're done

Pretending you don't need anyone

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm not gonna try 'til you decide

You're ready to swallow all your pride

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I wanna give you everything

I wanna give you everything

I wanna give you everything

I wanna give you everything

I'm not going to wait until you're done

'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone

'Cause you see that I'm naked (naked, naked)

Oh, you see that I'm naked (naked, naked)

I'm not going to try 'til you decide

You're ready to swallow all your pride

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked)

I'm standing here naked (I'm standing) (naked, naked)

I'm standing

I'm standing here🎵

When he finished a roar of applause grew among the room, but I didn't hear it, I could only hear my heart pounding in my ears, and without thinking I ran up the stage and jumped on Jason, giving him the most passionate kiss we've ever shared, not caring about the rest

At first he didn't respond but after a second he rapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up pressing our bodies together

After what seemed minutes but were roughly seconds we pulled apart, I gazed at him while he removed a tear from my cheeck

"I love you Jason Peter Todd"

And with that he kissed me again and a louder roar of applause was heard

That night we both returned to his apartment and took each other's clothes off, kissing and feeling each other, which felt heavenly after all that time apart

(You know what happened next...)

We were both laying on his bed hugging each other and Jason giving me soft kisses all over my face and neck

"I love you (y/n)"

"I love you too Jaybird"

He pecked my lips and brought me closer to his chest, both falling asleep in each other's arms and the warmth that they both had so much missed...

THE END

Hope you liked it! I enjoyed so much writing this!! And I love Jason Todd😍😁

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[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 8 - Match day

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

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“Oh it’s so nice to see my two favourite girls here together.” Bastien said as he hugged Riley and Lindsey tightly.

“Okay. Touching family reunion. We have a match to win!” Constantine interrupted. Whilst the team looked gobsmacked at the interaction that had just taken place, Constantine stormed out with Bertrand.

Liam stood up abruptly and pulled Riley to the side.

“What was that airport stunt? And how do you know Bastien? Family reunion?”

“I’m so sorry about that Liam. My sister was coming- and after everything I just wanted time with her. But Leo fucked that up. They’ve been at it like rabbits. And Uncle Bastien is our godfather. He persuaded me to apply for the job- his job.”

Liam nodded still shocked at the revelation - both he and Riley looked over towards Leo and Lindsey and burst out laughing. Liam pulled her closer to him- it’s good to see you smile again. Liam excused himself as he saw Drake appear behind them both.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Walker. Are you ready for the match?”

“I’m in my kit- so I’d say so...Ri. We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to say. I’m over it. I got what I deserved if you are referring to what I think you are. We’re still friends. Good luck.”

Riley turned around, hoping he wouldn’t try to prevent her from walking away- she didn’t want to feel broken- hearted again. If there was chance that he and Kiara could rekindle she didn’t want to be involved. Bastien slung his arm around his goddaughter’s shoulder as they walked out of the room with Lindsey.

“Mate, she will come around. Don’t worry.” Leo pat Drake on his back after witnessing Riley’s coldness towards him.

“Right! Let’s beat these mother fuckers... ninety minutes to win it. We can do it! Then we can celebrate.”

*****

The match kicked off- Riley nervously watching along side Bastien and Bertrand. The atmosphere throughout the stadium was euphoric.

We are underway at Applewood Stadium. My name is Gary Thorpe and I have Marcus Healey along side of me. It’s an early possession for the hosts on this bright sunny day.

Three minutes in and Leo Rhys creates a head start for the apples. 1-0

Do you think Leo Rhys will share the ball with his team mates? Usually he likes it to be a one man show.

I’m not sure Gary, but it sure is a great start to the season for the apples. The striker has been in the press recently for associating with a mystery woman- but his eyes are still on the ball.

Yes, I think that everyone has read up about that. But the captain is doing a fantastic job leading his team. So let’s not allow his personal life to affect how much of a talented striker he is. Beaumont must be getting bored, the ball hasn’t been anywhere near his net as of yet. Can the rivals eventually score against the Apples?

Walker passes the ball to Liam Rhys, he shoots it... and he scores. 2-0

Walker and Liam Rhys work the ball nicely towards the net before the ball is squared towards the captain- it’s within shooting range.. he shoots but it hits the post. Disappointing.

The half time whistle has been blown. There has been no incidents as of yet, no bookings, no extra time. Let’s see if they can keep their clean sheet.

The men all headed back into the dressing room, drinking water to keep hydrated. Bertrand was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, proud that they were winning their first match. At the moment Bertrand didn’t suggest any substitutions, he reviewed their tactics and was overconfident and positive that they’ll win. The team all rested- replenishing their energy, regaining some stamina. Riley entered the room, checking each player with support from Bastien.

“How are you feeling Drake?” Riley trying to stay professional, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked even if he was covered in sweat.

“Fine.”

“Good. You were amazing out there.” She smiled at him, he noticed her eyes sparkle for the first time.

“Thanks, Ri. You’re doing a great job too.”

“She sure is- she learnt from the best.” Bastien interrupted, much to Drake’s annoyance. It was the first time she had spoken nicely to him.

“I better check on the others.”

Drake and Bastien watched her check on Zeke. Bastien noticed Drake looking sad, wondering what he had interrupted- shaking his head he pat Drake on the shoulder and helped Riley. They were all refreshed and ready to play the last 45minutes.

Second half is underway, and ‘the Apples’ take the possession again, they launch the first attack.

There’s a corner for The Apples...oh no, that was so close. They are having so many missed opportunities. I can see Leo and Liam Rhys frustrated with the rivals defence. Beaumont may as well sleep for the next 40minutes- again the rivals haven’t been anywhere close to that side of the pitch.

And Walker is down! That was a nasty tackle. Let’s hope that he isn’t going to be injured again. He’s not standing up, Leo Rhys has gestured for medical assistance.

“Shit! Drake!”

Riley ran on the pitch, Bastien shortly following to help for assistance.

“Drake? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Riley.”

“Clearly you’re not. What’s hurting? And for the record that was a dirty move. He deserves to be hurt not you.” Drake held her hand, not knowing why.

“It’s my ankle.”

Riley checked him out, she looked at Bastien for reassurance. Bastien noticed the spark in both their eyes as Riley checked his injuries. Drake lingered his hand on her- the sight of her made the pain slightly disappear.

“Drake... I think you have a slight ankle sprain. If you can stand up we can assess you properly. Abandon the rest of this match, you’ll still be able to train and play but will need some type of ankle support. Try to rest for a couple of weeks before trying that though.”

With the help from Riley and Bastien, Drake limped off the pitch. Cheers coming from the crowd. Sitting him down, Riley continued to press a cold compress on his swollen ankle.

“Second time you’ve helped me. Bet you’re fed up of being my saviour now?”

“No. I’d never get fed up....Keep pressure on it.... it may become itchy. Which will probably irritate you. I’ll keep checking on you.”

Riley returned to sit with Bastien and Bertrand, leaving Drake sitting with the subs. His eyes fixated on her rather than the match and his team mates. Every touch she made, his heart skipped a beat. He was hoping to talk to her in private after the match.

And Walker is out. Probably for the best. The medical team and physios will check on him. He is replaced, and we can restart the match.

Goal! Leo Rhys has scored a brace. What a brilliant goal. 3-0

Into injury time, can the Apples keep the clean sheet? This is a brilliant start to the season. Another great chance for the captain. Is this a hat- trick? No! So close.

And that is it Cordonia. Full time result. 3-0. The Apples definitely deserved that win. I think it’s their season this season. Can they keep up the hard work? I sure hope so.

The final whistle blew, and the team celebrated on the pitch. Returning inside they all hit the showers, and dressed in their teams suits to celebrate.

*****

Socialising with each other, Drakes eyes went wide when he saw Riley in a form fitting dress enter the room. Her hair was loose, compared to the tight ponytail she wore during the match. Excusing himself he ambled over to her.

“Do you want a drink?”

“No, thank you. How’s your ankle?”

“It’s better, thank you.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Can we talk, please?” Drake sighed, hoping she would give him a chance.

“What about?”

“You know what. Riley... I can’t get you out of my mind. The last few days without talking have been torture. I feel guilty with what Kiara did to you. I will protect you from her. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Riley was about to respond, not knowing exactly what she was about to say until she was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

“Riley, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman.” Who the fuck is she?

“Mom?” Drake looked as if he had seen a ghost, and was confused as to how to she knew Riley.

“Hey, baby. I hope you’re not hurting too much.” Bianca hugged drake in a tight squeeze.

Bastien noticed the awkward silence and decided to intervene. Both Drake and Riley provided perplexed expressions towards Bianca, not knowing what was happening. As Bastien appeared, he noticed Drake stand next to Riley placing his arm secretly and hesitantly around her waist.

“It’s so nice to see you both get along. That long weekend all those years ago, you were both at each other’s throats.”

Riley and Drake looked more baffled now, jaws both agape. Wondering how much alcohol Bastien had actually consumed?

“Don’t you remember? Although you were all very young. I took you, Savannah and your mom to New York. We spent time with Riley and Lindsey and their parents.”

[staytruetonorthch]

Perfect Ch. 1

A/N: I’m super anxious but here is my first official post. It’s just a single chapter around 4.5k. I plan on this being a pretty detailed, long-form story so if you like it, hang in there. I promise it’ll speed up once we get past exposition. I’m also highly aware of the switches from past/present tense, but I’m too tired to fix it and I’ve been so hesitant to post it’s either a now or never. I hope you guys enjoy <3

Football!Calum x Dancer!OC  

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"Don't make me come over there!" It may have looked like I was yelling into the racks of clothing and shoes in my closet, and to be honest, I might as well be. 

"You worry too much, Celley." I can hear the smile on my best friend, Brynn's face from my bed in the other room. 

"I do, but only because you don't give a fuck, B and I know those boys don't," I said, counting each person out on my fingers. "That's four people in, and not a single fuck is being given. Someone's got to, or nothing would get done." 

"You've got a point. The delivery was a little aggressive, but I'm moved nonetheless," Ash spoke up through Brynn's phone. 

"I'm cleaning as we speak, Cel. It's gonna be fine," Luke chimed in from the boys' side of the phone. 

"I can hear you lads playing FIFA," I said with an exasperated sigh.

We have a party planned at the boy's house tonight. A party I only had five hours to prepare, but that's the beauty of university, right? Spontaneity. All precautions to the wind. Everything that I never could be in high school and am still afraid to do today after a whole month of coursework. Don't ask me what I think might happen. Spontaneous combustion? Instantaneous death? A party that no one has fun at because I didn't have time to make an updated playlist or look up the actual rules for any drinking games? 

"Brynn, are you ready to go?" I ask, peeking my head out of my closet to look at her sprawled out across my bed. I can hardly see her underneath the excessive number of decorative pillows and thick white down cover.

"I just got so comfortable. I was actually contemplating taking a nap."

"Please," I plead, batting my lashes over large dewy eyes. It’s a trick I picked up after so many lyrical dances over the years. Direct eye contact with these watery eyes always left judges speechless.

"Ugh… fine, but I'm getting wasted tonight and sleeping in this wonderful bed. Have your asses in gear by the time we get there," she said, hanging up on the boys and throwing pillows haphazardly across the floor. I cringed at every one as it landed in the thick white carpet. I don't bother telling her that I hadn't expected the night to end any other way. I pull myself back into the closet, eyeing my options once more. I could either go with a red gingham top, or I could tie my white vogue tee shirt in the front for a more casual look. Both require a bra sadly.

"The red is trying too hard," Brynn said, leaning against the doorframe. "You can't pull out picnic bitch chic at a party."

"I guess you're right." I pull the tee over my head careful to avoid touching the thin white fabric to my made-up face. Once I had a knot secured at the base of my rib cage, I fluffed my hair as if it could get any bigger and smoothed out my denim skirt. "Shoe's and I'm good. What about you?" I said eyeing her in the reflection of my full-length mirror. She wore a white hoodie underneath black overalls and black high-top converse. Splitting her hair in half, she tied it up into multicolored space buns on top of her head. Brynn is the kind of girl who could put on mascara and chapstick five minutes before she left, and she’s effortlessly beautiful. Her freckles do most of the work across her nose and cheeks, making her insanely adorable.

"Done. Let's hit the road, Jack," she said, walking towards the door to my studio flat. I quickly replace the pillows back on the bed and turned off all the lights before joining her. She grabbed the keys to my Jeep, knowing I’m too preoccupied to drive us.

"Are we stopping at the store on the way or coming back out?"

"Stopping on the way. We just need paper towels, red cups, more ping pong balls because Mikey lost three of the last four, and snacks. I also found this recipe for a cool looking pink drink, but the boys are all stocked on beer."

"I almost hate the fact that I can't use my fake here. I spent good money and almost got arrested for something that's legal here." I smile, scrolling through my checklist one more time to make sure I didn't forget anything.

"Well that's your fault for not doing a simple google search before you came to uni in Aus."

"I'm just saying, in America, I would be a plug." She turned wide out into the street, speeding past every car. She has a bit of a lead foot.

"That one's lost on me, love." I try to keep up with her American slang, but I wasn't able to watch a lot of American shows or anything growing up, so I'm a little behind to put it gently.

She said she has a southern accent, but I can't tell any difference. Everything she says just sounds brutal to me. Shit slams, anything can pop off apparently, and a lot of good things burn. At least that's what I gather when she uses 'fire' and 'flames' as adjectives. 

I met Brynn at new student orientation. She seemed to be the only other one unamused by the school's welcoming parade meant to encourage school spirit, so as soon as our parents left, we left campus to explore the surrounding area locating the nearest shops and eating places. She was unlike any friend I had ever made swearing and speaking in riddles. I went to an all-girls catholic school filled to the brim with carbon copies of perfect people. We were second to none in both academics and clubs, which my parents loved, and Brynn was the absolute antithesis of that. She was a self- proclaimed 'thick' queen who was a pleasant deviance to the bird thin girls I was usually surrounded by. Her hair couldn't choose a color after multiple self- dye jobs. Even her mixed Mexican and Jamaican heritage were new to me. She said what she wanted and smiled wide at everything. I'm just happy she saw something in me to stick around even if it was the fact that I kidnapped her on the first day, keeping her from someone better.

I grab the frame of the car as she whips into the car park stopping short of a disgruntled gentleman in the crosswalk. She cursed loudly, causing my face to heat up. I contemplate jumping out of the car seeing as how the doors to the Jeep are safely kept in my garage. It’ll be a quick getaway, but I may need to make sure she makes it into a spot that isn't already occupied with this lovely gentlemen's car.

We soon found a spot and made quick work of the shopping, splitting the list I organized by section right down the middle. We’re back on the road in no time, heading closer to the edge of campus where the boys lived.

Ashton was actually the first person to befriend Brynn. They met at a summer fellowship program that put them in parts of Australia that don't have service for a hundred miles. They have that rugged woodsman thing in common. It kept them in touch through their final year in high school before she 'coincidentally' got accepted into the same university as him an entire ocean's length away. They were equally as smiley; she was just a little more… brash at times which is hard to believe. She didn't want to admit that she was nervous when he invited her to the house, he shared with two of his best mates, so I didn't mention anything when she asked me along. As the male version of Brynn, I immediately got on with Ashton. Mikey was chirpy and so sweet despite his punk persona. His other mate Luke was quiet only offering his very corny, yet intriguing commentary. He seems to be the closest thing I have to the friends I'm used to at home despite his lip ring. We formed a group of sorts meeting up in the library to study during the week and finding anything else but coursework to do on the weekends.

Our first kickback was just a barbeque featuring the five of us until Ash invited a few friends he made throughout the week with his open and boyish charm. Brynn had a few of her own, and Mikey wanted to join in on the fun, so he found a few friends to join. Luke and I were just fine meeting people as they were brought to us. Before we knew it, there was a group chat of about fifteen of us with more and more ideas of who to invite to the weekend shenanigans.

The boys had felt the pressure of expectation early this morning before Michael was a functioning human being. He shooed everyone off with a 'ya sure' before hanging up and going back to sleep. Brynn called me with our invite not only to attend the party but to host it at about 5:00 and of course, I freaked out. I plan everything, including some of the most successful events of my college career, if I do say so myself, so I took the praise for last week's party in stride. The difference is, I didn't spend my week planning out this event down to the second hand, so anything can happen. I wouldn't feel all the way like expelling my insides if it hadn't been confirmed that the first-year football players were going to be in attendance after today's match.

This confirmation came directly to Ash from another one of his mates from college, Calum Hood. Not only the best first year but the best player on the whole bloody team. He's also the hottest. The first time I saw him, he was leaving the classroom I was walking into. He opened the door just as I turned the handle, pushing me backward and almost to the floor.

"My fault, mate," he said distractedly, zipping his bag and flipping it over his shoulder. He was obviously sponsored by Nike dressed top to bottom in their slate grey gear, the school's emblem attached to every piece. The only thing I could tell wasn't sponsored was the gray beanie he had pulled down over his ears covering his hair. When he finally looked up a smirk graced his pink lips.

"You alright, doll?"

I couldn't tell if my reaction showed on my face because I didn't expect him to be so adorable with the brute force, he opened the door with. I just nodded my head taking deep breaths, trying to keep my face still. His tan skin was smooth and warm, complimenting the heat in his eyes that was slowly melting my resolve.

"Right. Well you're late, so you might want to…" he trailed off, nodding over his shoulder into the classroom.

"Right," I replied, hoping my hair was doing that cool thing it does when the wind pushes it back. It's either doing that, or the curls are fighting themselves on top of my head. It's so thick I can never really tell without a mirror, but let's be honest. My hair tells me what it wants to do, I rarely have any say in the matter. Instead of walking out of the door, he extended his arm, acting as a human door frame for me to walk under. When I turned my head to look again, he was gone.

I showed up a little earlier to class the next day to see if I could catch him again. Then I was late again and right on time before I decided to be outside the room before his class even ended. He was still nowhere to be found. I had practiced redeeming myself with a smile or maybe even words. Anything but how cringe-worthy I had been the first time, but to no avail. I didn't see him again until the boys dragged us to the first football game.

I don't mind sports at all. I grew up going to my older brother's rugby matches, so I'm not entirely clueless. Brynn, on the other hand, sat unmoving and quiet for the first time in our friendship. I think she concerned Ashton the most, as he asked her if she was ok every time the ball stopped moving.

"Someone tell me why I chose the guitar over football again," Luke said, pulling his hands down his face. "I was just as good as him, but now he's got fans and his face on posters."

"If that was true, I'm sure you'd be out there, dude," Mikey said, patting his shoulder. Michael wasn't interested in playing sports unless it was FIFA on the Xbox, but he was supportive nonetheless. Luke wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer, so he could point out the center forward dribbling through two defenders.

"That's my best mate, or at least he was before he got club offers," he said, taking a swig of his beer.

"I'm surprised he even came to university. He could've just gone pro," Ash said before he cursed the refs loudly. The boy Luke had been pointing out was quick with powerful legs and defined arms. His jaw was clenched, making it sharp enough to cut through glass. Thick curly hair was pushed out of his face with a thin gauzy headband, a gold streak shone prominently in the surrounding darkness of his curls. As he made quick work of the remaining defender, there was only himself and the goalkeeper who looked menacing. Making a sharp left jab, he caused the goalie's weight to shift, giving him the perfect opportunity to use his nondominant foot for a goal.

I jumped out of the way as the boys leaped up, hugging each other, and spilling beer. The entire crowd erupted in shouts, holding on to one another as if the world depended on it.

"CALUM! CALUM! CALUM!" the entire stadium roared. He smirked up at the crowd with a small wave. I gasped, grabbing onto Brynn's arm in surprise.

"Calum?" I asked incredulously. Oh boy what did I miss out on being dumbstruck? Not only is he incredibly attractive, but he's a football king? My parents would love him, I would literally win my family if I could've snagged him, but I'm stupid. So incredibly stupid.

This is why tonight is so stressful and important. If I can not only get a football player, but the best football player here and he looks that good, I can get my parents off my back. My mum went to university solely to get a husband, which she found in my dad. She worked as a primary school teacher until he could support them at his father's law firm, and before you know it, he was running the place. They pop out a few kids, dad runs for Parliament, and the rest is unfortunately history. Mum loved teaching, but she loved being a mum more. She just raised the 'perfect children' she liked to say to anyone who would listen. My too perfect to be true brother Cleo and her wannabe prima ballerina Celeste, me. So tonight, I have to look perfect, and everything has to be perfect, but I don't have time to bustle around and host. This party has to go on autopilot, so I can set my focus on Calum.

"It could be worse, Celley," Brynn shrugged as she set the grocery bags down on the counter of the boys' home. She's right, it could be. I didn't expect it to be this clean actually, but there were no discarded clothes in sight, no pizza boxes on the counters, and no beer cans all over the place. At first glance the place looks fine, I just have to get the dishes out of the sink and out of sight, so they're not broken. A quick vacuum run and the place would work out just fine. I relaxed a little letting my shoulders pull forward.

"Thank you, Lukey," I said, starting the water in the sink. I knew he was the only person who really did any cleaning around here. As much as they were all messy, he couldn't live in filth for too long.

"No problem," he replied sitting on the island watching me work.

"Hey, I picked up my own stuff," Michael complained looking through the bags we brought in pulling out various things.

"You picked up the underwear that your mum wrote your name in and sat back down." Ash always laughs when he chastises, never letting you know if he’s serious or not.

"Exactly. I picked up MY stuff. You guys never listen to me." He shook his head, disapprovingly.

"Thank you too, Mikey, but start throwing those balls around this kitchen, and I will cut yours off as a replacement," I said sweetly. His eyes went wide as he set the ping pong balls back in the bag he got them out of.

"So, what's the vibe going to be tonight?" Brynn asked, putting chips in bowls and swatting the boys’ hands away.

"Well I accidentally invited like twenty people this morning."

"And those people invited people," Ash added.

"And word got around so looks like we've got ourselves a rager," Luke said, rubbing his hands together with a devilish grin. "You've got to admit, we're becoming the best party house for first years."

"Calm down. We're just the only first-years who don't live in dorms where you can't party," Ashton said, punching Luke in the arm. Not many groups of friends stay together long enough or get into the same university for their parents to go in thirds on the house. It worked out to be less expensive than staying in dorms.

"We've got the fucking football team coming, Ash, I think we're doing pretty well." I listened to their banter silently as I cleaned and set things exactly where I had imagined them. The first guest started to arrive a few hours later after I had time to add a few extra touches and have my first glass of the wine Brynn and I had hidden in the fridge. Neither of us is too keen on liquor or beer.

Boys are scattered around the living room, passing around joints and playing FIFA. Girls talk around them, mingling on the patio. There’s a very competitive game of beer pong going on in the dining room that somehow consists of all four corners of the table instead of teams on halves. I was content for the first few hours refilling bowls and dancing with friends I had made at past parties. I even had time to play wingman for Michael and a blue-haired girl in the corner, but soon I got anxious. It was reaching the first hour of the new day. I found myself sitting on the floor between Luke's long legs watching him play Super Smash and stealing hits of the joint he had held between his fingers. I gave up on being cute at about two, smoking enough for my eyes to be as red as Luke's, and my shoes had long been discarded in one of the boy's rooms. I didn't know, nor did I care who's it was.

There were just about the maximum amount of people possible crammed into this small house, and I didn't bother saying excuse me as I got up to make my way to the bathroom. At one point there were so many people taller than me I felt I was walking through a forest. I tried slipping past one particularly muscular redhead boy caging a giggling blonde against the wall. I did my best to slip behind him, but he decided it was the perfect time to do the douche stretch and flex hitting me with the red cup in his hand. The pink sticky drink that was delicious if I do say so myself covered me from neck to foot. My skin went hot, and I'm pretty sure the blonde's giggles were going to cause me to evaporate the liquid from my skin with embarrassment alone. Where was my snarky American friend when I needed her to tongue-lash someone?

"I'm sorry, love," the boy said, failing to conceal his laughter. I tried to avoid his face at all costs burning a hole through his chest with my eyes. The school's emblem was stitched into his slate grey shirt, but I couldn't quite remember where I had seen this exact shirt before. I didn't have time to worry about it with my shirt becoming more see-through by the second and my head spinning in circles.

"Just let me by please," I said. Redhead stepped closer to the girl who was giving me a snarky look over his shoulder. "Stay in your lane, honey," I said, trying out one of Brynn's colloquialisms on my own tongue. My glare was enough to split the crowd like the red sea as I stormed past. Just as I reached the bathroom and twisted the handle, it swung open forcefully, revealing a disheveled brunette with smeared makeup and haunting blue eyes.

"What the fuck happened to you?" she said with an amused smile playing at the corner of her lips. 

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, pushing my hair out of my face. "Are you finished in there, so I can get cleaned up or?" She just smirked sauntering out with a wink. I shook my head, entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I looked in the mirror at my hair that was slowly but surely frizzing out, and my shirt may as well have been a window into my soul for how see-through it was. My mascara was smudged in the corners of my eyes and my lips had lost their shine ages ago.

"Are you alright?" I was startled by a voice coming from the toilet.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't know anyone was in here," I said, covering my eyes. "I thought that girl was the only one and she left and--"

"It's fine. I'm not doing anything but looking at my phone." I peeked through the cracks of my fingers to see a boy was sat on the toilet cover searching diligently through his phone. I scanned him from head to toe. Black Vans, faded black skinny jeans, a cut-up muscle shirt that was barely attached at his hips, exposing his defined torso and arms. His warm skin, his dark hair with a single gold streak running up the front. I gulped, hoping I would take my own advice and just spontaneously combust.

"I'm gonna just go," I said quietly, reaching for the door behind me. I had forgotten how quick he was on the field because he scared me shitless when his hand captured my shoulder stopping me from leaving.

"No, I'll go," he said quickly. "I don't think I'm going to find what I'm looking for anyways. Unless… do you happen to know whose party this is?"

"It's my mate's house actually," I said, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. He should know. He invited himself and the whole team this morning.

"So you know all the lads? Michael, Ashton…"

"And Luke," I finished for him.

"I've been trying to reach Ashton and I just barely caught Mikey before he went down to the beach with some girl. He let me in, but there's so much going on I never made it past the kitchen. Do you know where Luke is?"

"Uh… couch." I pushed my hair out of my face taking a deep breath. I may as well just give up at this point. I'm in no position to charm anyone, and I can see the remnants of that girl's lip gloss on his lips. It was kind of cute on his pink pout, but I shook my head to clear the thought. He's not looking at me like that, and he probably never will.

I turned the faucet on testing the temp before grabbing a washcloth from the cupboard and washing the stickiness from my neck and exposed stomach. I expected him to leave, but he just sat back on the toilet cover, fiddling with his thumbs. He looked forlorn, his eyes longing.

"You ok?" I asked undoing the tie at the front of my shirt and attempting to wring it out to no avail. I glanced at the sad boy in the mirror and shrugged before pulling the wet material over my head and rinsing it out underneath the water. It's not like anything was left to the imagination with it on.

"Have you ever heard Luke say anything about me?" he asked quietly.

"Kinda," I tilted my head slightly as if it would help me think harder. "He did say you used to be his best mate when we went to one of your matches."

"He did?" he asked, perking up like a puppy.

"Yeah, watches every match. About loses his mind with pride every time you score, which you do quite often, good on you," I said, fixated with the faint pink water swirling around the drain. Maybe it wouldn't be a lost cause to put this in the wash. I'm so high and sleepy it probably won't make it tonight. "Well, I'm gonna go. If you work it up in you to go see Lu, tell him I've gone back to my flat. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you."

"I'll do that," he said, standing up assuredly. "I'm Calum, by the way."

"I gathered that," I said with a small grin. "I'm Celeste." When I opened the door, I didn't imagine how bad it might look with me leaving sans shirt, with the school's football star following close behind me. I decided to start caring in the morning when I had Brynn to complain to. I'm a person who knows how to quit while they're ahead. My perfect night shouldn't be able to get any worse, and I'm not going to give the universe the time to try. 

[buckybabybaby]

Mr Hollywood (Chapter 8)

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 1599

Chapter summary: Easter holidays and ignoring Bucky's show; all anyone can talk about.

Warnings: a little bit of angst :( no actually Bucky, but soon!

Previous: Chapter 7

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*****

Waking up early on Monday, you take a few moments to just lay there, enjoying the quiet. You know today will be difficult, no matter how many promises of letting go and moving on you've made to yourself. Five more minutes avoiding the inevitable won't hurt.

Peggy had insisted you stayed until late afternoon yesterday, not wanting you to be alone too soon, but you couldn't intrude on her for too long. The short walk back to your house felt like a marathon as you past right by the house Bucky used to rent a flat in, and you couldn't stop yourself from glancing through the hedge and into the window that used to be his lounge. The 'for let' sign was up again, another neighbour moving on some place new, and you'd quickly slipped on your sunglasses, not wanting any pupils to see their teacher crying in the street. Reaching home, you were surprised to find your abandoned shopping placed neatly inside your porch. Looking a little scuffed and bashed, but nonetheless edible, you'd brought it inside as you wondered who you had to thank.

Dayton had called you yesterday evening, under the guise of just checking in, but you had a feeling it was more than that, and it didn't take long to get it out of him. Bucky had turned up at his place on Saturday night, after you'd seen him, and when Dayton had taken the opportunity to ask about what was happening between the two of you he'd taken off again.

“Didn't give me a chance to go after him. Straight back in his taxi and puff, gone.”

“Where's he now then?” You'd asked, worried despite everything. You can't just switch your feelings off overnight.

“On his way back to America, according to one of his cast mates. Buck's not answering my calls.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“Not your fault, sweetheart.”

“What if it is!” You'd exclaimed. “What if I've caused a wedge between you and him? Just because he hates me shouldn't mean he-”

Dayton interrupted, bewildered. “Whoa, what? Hates you? What's going on?”

Trying to summarise Saturdays events, the tears made an appearance again. He was just as astounded and angry as Peggy was, sure you must have heard Bucky wrong, but you know what he said.

You don't think you'll ever forget it.

“Don't you worry about it, I'll find out what's going on.” Dayton had hung up with a promise.

Pulled back from your reminiscing by your alarm, you sigh and slide out of bed, hoping to get this day over as quickly and painlessly as possible.

*****

Easter is late this year, a blessing as it means you only have to make it through a short week before the school breaks for a fortnight. Even three and a half days feel like forever, especially as the upset caused by seeing Bucky again, and everything that came with it, has you running on hardly any sleep.

His television show has clearly wrapped, the promotion in full swing, and all the children at school can talk about is the trailer. You haven't been able to bring yourself to watch it yet, which is why it comes as such a shock during lunch break on Tuesday when a double decker bus rolls past the front gates, his image plastered on the side, two times larger than life. You vaguely recognise the actor he's standing beside, but you're too dazed to think straight.

Noticing your frozen figure staring after the bus, Peggy comes across to stand with you, a comforting hand on your arm as you turn to her open mouthed.

“Are you okay Y/N?”

You spin back to the playground where all the children who also saw the advert are straining to see it again. “Have you watched the trailer?”

“Do you want me to say no?”

“I want you to be honest.”

“Then yes. It actually looks quite good.”

“Of course it does,” You mutter bitterly.

“Sam Wilson is always great.”

You nod in agreement. No wonder Bucky had been so excited to get this role, there weren't many actors he placed higher than Sam Wilson, and getting to work with him was probably a dream come true.

It's just a shame that dream didn't involve you.

*****

By the time Thursday afternoon arrives you feel like you need the two weeks off just to sleep. A few pencils were snapped when you suddenly remembered Bucky's words to you but other than that, you managed to get through to the end of term with no major break downs.

The holiday comes at a good time weather wise too, and you bask in the sun with the chickens for most of the first weekend. You're happy the hens got to enjoy a few full days of freedom in the garden, as when you open their coop the next morning, little Dot isn't moving.

It is obvious she's gone.

Moving her away from the others as you find the spade to dig her a final resting place, you wipe your eyes on your sleeve. She was always Bucky's favourite, smaller than the others and picked on more because of it, he made sure she never missed out on treats.

Replacing the earth after you bury her in a shady spot under the willow, you find a tall, pretty daisy to plant in loose soil over her, before slumping down on to the bench nearby, exhausted both physically and mentally. Most people laughed when you said you had such pets, not understanding how a farm animal could be as interesting and rewarding as a more conventional companion, but then they met them and understood your love. It's always hard when you lose one, harder still when the person you long to speak to about it has made it clear he doesn't want you in his life any more.

When Sophia comes to stay during the second week she brings Benjamin, and flowers in sympathy for your loss. She gets it. Helping her unpack her weekend bag, you listen to her chatter away about her plans for the nursery, and how they're trying to squeeze one last holiday in before they become a family of four.

Dayton's on a trip back home, very last minute, and he'd asked you if you minded keeping Sophia company for the couple of days he's away. He didn't say why he's going back to the USA but you have an idea, it would be too much of a coincidence so soon after Bucky disappeared from his driveway after your confrontation. Regardless of your own feelings that it would be pointless to try and talk him round, you wish him luck in his quest.

She knows about the current situation surrounding you and Bucky, but ever the optimist, she's convinced that it's nothing more than a silly argument that will be resolved in a few weeks. You don't have the heart to tell her otherwise. Instead, you busy yourself with keeping Sophia and Benjamin fed, watered and entertained, playing the perfect host to hide your pain.

*****

School holidays used to drag on forever when you were a child, however now you work there it feels like you blink and it's over. You're not too disappointed to be back, however, as the summer term is the most enjoyable in your experience, the lighter evenings meaning you don't feel so confined in your home after you finish for the day, and the children seem more happy and carefree in the warmer weather.

There were also more dates in the calender this time of year, it'll be sports day again before long, but first, the May Day celebrations. You hadn't been involved in the organisation of this years fête, and as you stare at the poster and the announcement of the 'extra special star guest', you really wish you had. Ripping the flyer off the wall, you march to Peggy's office, not bothering to knock before you burst in so it's lucky she's alone.

“What the hell is this?”

“I could ask you the same, Y/N.” She stands from her desk, moving to close the door behind you. “You can't just charge in here unannounced. We've got to at least pretend to be professional.”

She's joking but you're not laughing, shoving the offending piece of paper into her hands, causing her smile to slip.

“Ah.”

“Ah, indeed. Why the hell didn't you tell me he was coming?” You pace as you rant. “Why the hell is he coming? What has he got to do with anything! And you must have some sort of input in this, why did you let it happen?”

“I'm sorry Y/N. What was I meant to do?”

“Stop it!”

“Without airing yours and his private lives, there's nothing I could’ve done!”

She's right. Huffing in frustration, you hold your tongue. You can't afford to lose two friends in less than half a year, and you know Peggy hasn't done this on purpose, now you think about it rationally Bucky being there would bring a lot of attention to the schools humble spring fête. You can no longer go on any website, or watch TV, without seeing his face. Whatever the show is about you're not sure, as you still haven't got the strength to watch any of the dozens of videos hanging around, but it's clear it's going to be the next big sensation. That Bucky is going to be the next big sensation.

You guess you're going to have to suck it up and ignore your heartache, just for one day.

*****

A/n: lot's of Bucky in the next chapter, I promise! And maybe an explanation or two...

As always, thank you for reading!! Feedback is very welcome if you would like :D

Chapter 9

[jetsetlife138]

Sick Like Me (Michael Langdon x fem!reader): Chapter 2

Summary: You meet a man claiming to be the Antichrist through your aunt's Satanic church. Will he lead you into darkness, or will you lure him into the light? Either way, he makes it very difficult for you to keep your composure... 

Pairings: Michael Langdon x You

Words: 2,400

Warnings: A bit of romancing in this one, but that’s it. There will be eventual smut (lots), dubious consent, religious imagery, gore, and more as we go along.

Previous Chapters: 1

Your mind was reeling. A random homeless man that your crazy aunt had invited into her home had basically just declared himself as the Antichrist without even a hint of humor in his voice. He didn’t seem proud, or scared, or confident at all. He just seemed… lost. “How dare you blaspheme!” Madelyn bellowed, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin at the unexpected reaction. 

Before you could properly assess the situation, she had a large knife to Michael’s throat, already drawing blood at the pressure of the blade against his skin. “Aunt Madelyn!” you shouted, stumbling out of your chair. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Michael remained eerily calm and collected as he addressed Madelyn in a firm tone. “Before you kill me, dear believer… see me.” It was then your aunt’s eyes flickered to a spot behind his ear close to his hairline. She faltered for a moment before hastily removing the knife and staggering away from him. Her expression was in complete disbelief and awe as she fell to her knees beside him. “Hail Satan!” Michael gave you an awkward glance, as if he was slightly embarrassed by Madelyn’s reaction, but also challenging you to argue. 

“He has the mark of the beast!” Madelyn wailed, bowing continuously. 

“Excuse me?” you retorted, still not comprehending how the situation could have taken such a strange turn. “What are you talking about?” 

Michael rose to his feet, causing you to instinctively step back to keep as much space as possible between the two of you. He paused for a moment, tilting his head and raising his hands defensively to show you that he meant no harm. Still hesitant, you allowed him to come closer as he raised his arm to pull his hair to the side and show you the mark. 

When you inspected it closer, it initially looked like a brand that had been botched. It wasn’t until you focused that you could see the number 666 grouped together messily on his skin. Raising your eyebrows, you fought the urge to laugh at how gullible your aunt was. “Oh… wow,” you commented, feigning fascination. “That’s… interesting.” 

He furrowed his brow, clearly bothered  by your underwhelmed reaction. “You don’t believe me.” 

It was clear that you and your aunt had made a grave mistake by allowing this man into her home. He was obviously delusional and you needed to separate yourself from him as quickly as possible. “I think you should leave,” you insisted, trying to keep your voice even so as not to upset him even more. 

“No!” Madelyn argued, raising from her crouched position. “He’s my guest! We will reveal him to the congregation tomorrow!” “Aunt Madelyn, I don’t think-” 

“Hush,” she interrupted, gripping Michael’s arm and escorting him past you. “Come, Michael, you need to rest. Let me show you to the guest bedroom. It is my honor to host you.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you muttered angrily. “This is not a good idea!” 

“You can leave whenever you want, dear,” she insisted over her shoulder as you followed her down the hall. 

“And leave you here with a stranger? I don’t think so.” 

“Oh, but he’s not a stranger,” she countered as she stopped to gaze at him in awe, grinning widely with tears in her eyes. “He’s here to save us.”

Ignoring your blatant scoff, she led Michael into the guest bedroom, which had a full-sized bed, a dresser, and a desk. It wasn’t much, but it was charmingly plain. You had spent many nights here in your youth, always having had a close relationship with your aunt. 

After taking a moment to inspect the room and ultimately deciding that it would suffice, he turned to address you. “Where will you be sleeping?” 

“Uh… I…” you stammered, caught off guard. Why should that matter to him?

“She has her own apartment across town,” Madelyn answered on your behalf. “But if she wants to stay, she can have the couch.”

He stepped aside, gesturing towards the bed. “Would you rather take the bedroom?” Narrowing your eyes at him, you brushed him off quickly. “No. I’ll take the couch. I won’t be sleeping much anyway,” you warned, hoping he would get the hint that you had every intention of watching his every move.

He grinned, amused by your blatant suspicion. “Very well.” “Get some rest, Michael! The bathroom is down the hall and the left. Everything you need is in there. Please, help yourself to anything you desire.” Madelyn wasn’t usually one to play host, but you supposed that for the Antichrist impersonator, she had made an exception. 

Once the door was closed, you immediately opened your mouth to argue with her, to which she lifted her hand in dismissal. “I don’t want to hear another word. This is my house. If you don’t like it, go home.” 

Despite her harsh words, she leaned in and gave you a loving kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.” 

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” you mumbled in return. After locating scattered pillows and blankets around the house, you created a make-shift bedding on the floral-print sofa in your aunt’s living room. Making yourself comfortable, you watched the entryway to the hallway like a hawk, preparing yourself for any kind of foul-play from the deranged stranger. 

Alone with your thoughts, you cursed yourself for allowing this to happen. You were just trying to be nice to the guy. What harm could offering some water and stale donuts to a homeless man do, especially someone who seemed so defeated? It wasn’t in your nature to be cruel or neglectful of the needs of others, but now because of you, the two of you were at risk of getting slaughtered in your sleep. 

Eventually, despite your best efforts, you drifted off, lost in a dreamless sleep until something woke you. Your eyes fluttered open, your body aching from being in the same position for too long, urging you to turn over. Groaning, you flipped around, not expecting to be met with a pair of intense blue eyes. Instinctually gasping to release a shriek, Michael’s hand moved quickly to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds of your screams. He placed a finger to his lips, shushing you as you scrambled back, trying to distance yourself from him, which didn’t really do anything since you were trapped between him and the back of the couch. You then noticed that he was kneeling on the floor next to the couch. Had he been watching you sleep?! What kind of fucked up Twilight shit was going on?! Finally, he removed his hands, lifting them defensively. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered urgently. “I’m sorry.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you fought to catch your breath, shaking from the unexpected intrusion. Struggling to find words, you just stared at him, waiting for him to explain further. 

His expression was guilty, as if he truly felt badly for scaring you. “I’m really sorry,” he repeated, scooting back on the floor just a bit to give you some room. “I thought that you would be awake.” 

Finally finding your voice, you hissed, “What the hell are you doing out here?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied casually, “Couldn’t sleep.” “So you decided to watch me instead?” you snapped, flipping the blankets off of you while you sat up. “No…” he began awkwardly. “I was just… I was hoping for some company. I see that I’ve upset you. I’ll go back to the room.” As he got up and turned to leave, you sighed heavily, knowing you weren’t going to fall back asleep after having that slight heart attack. “Wait,” you called after him. He halted, facing you once again with a somewhat hopeful gleam in his eye. “I’m gonna make some tea. Do you want some?” you offered. The corners of his mouth turned up into a slight grin. “I’d like that very much.” Before you got up, you took a moment to inspect him, now able to fully comprehend his appearance after your episode. He had showered at some point, all of the grime and dirt now gone, revealing his cherub-like face. His hair fell gracefully in golden waves; messy, and yet somehow appearing styled. His filthy clothes were replaced with a form-fitting dark gray t-shirt and black pajama pants. 

As if he could read your thoughts, he replied to your unspoken question. “I found them in a drawer. I hope Madelyn doesn’t mind.” Nodding your head, you remembered your aunt had her fair share of suitors over the years who had left items here and there, establishing an array of items for Michael to choose from. As far as you knew, they were up for grabs. Rubbing your eyes, you got up from the couch, waving your hand at him to follow you into the kitchen. After grabbing the kettle, filling it with water and placing it on the stove, you leaned against the counter, facing Michael. “So,” you began tiredly. “The Antichrist, huh?” His eyes locked onto yours as his expression remained indifferent, slowly placing his hands behind his back as he adjusted his posture. “Does that frighten you?” “It might,” you answered, shrugging your shoulders. “If it were true.” “So quick to dismiss the possibility,” he commented, furrowing his brow as he inspected you. “Are you always so skeptical and pessimistic?” You chuckled quietly, entertained by his commitment to the part he was playing. “I’m a realist, and from what I can tell, you’re an opportunist.” “How so?” he asked, taking a step forward, still gazing at your curiously. 

“It’s smart, really,” you praised facetiously. “Making yourself seem sad, lost, and alone, positioning yourself right down the block from a Satanic church? You must have seen me coming from a mile away, and I was gullible enough to fall for it.” 

His jaw tightened while he clenched his teeth, fracturing his composed expression. You were getting under his skin, and it was obviously affecting him. 

Suddenly, the fire from the stove erupted, nearly singeing off your hair - and it would have, had you not moved so quickly. Cautiously, you went to investigate, until it seemed like the temperature in the room dropped 20 degrees in an instant. 

Shivering, you wrapped your arms around yourself, turning to face Michael to see if he had felt the change or if you were going crazy. A gasp escaped you when you saw his once blue eyes, turn white and vacant as he lifted his arms into the air, like he was summoning something. 

“Michael?” you asked, now partially convinced that you were not yet awake, and was instead having a nightmare. 

He closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles before opening them again. The blue of his iris’ had returned as he smiled at you before turning to look up towards the ceiling. Following his example, you also glanced up, not at all prepared for what you saw. 

Snow. Actual fucking snow was falling from the ceiling in your aunt’s kitchen. Your jaw literally dropped at the sight as you reached your hand up to catch some in the air, bringing it back down to see it melt in the palm of your hand. 

It was hauntingly beautiful, and you couldn’t fathom how this was occuring. You weren’t dreaming. This was really happening. Holy shit. Cue panic attack. 

Your eyes must have been the size of baseballs as you turned back to Michael, lost for words as you took in his smug expression. “Nothing to say?” he mocked, enjoying every minute of this. 

Swallowing thickly, it took you a moment to find your voice again. When you finally did, you choked out, “W-why are you here?” 

He tilted his head again, his smirk widening as he approached you, causing you to back up into until you couldn’t anymore. Having no where else to go, you stood still as he reached you, placing his arms on either side of you as he pressed his palms against the wall. Still shivering, both from the cold and also from his freaky display of power, you only then noticed the heat emitting from his body, partly tempting you to curl into him for some relief against the chill in the air. Pressing his lips against your ear, he whispered, “Weren’t you listening today?” You shook your head slightly, indicating your confusion as to which part he was referring to. “I’m here to bring about the end times and lead you all into darkness.”

He pulled back then, gauging your reaction as your eyes flickered across his sharp features, not able to stop the next sentence that spilled from your mouth. 

“Is that what you want?”

He faltered, knitting his brows as if the thought had never occurred to him. “What?”

“Um… ending the world. Bringing about darkness. Is that what you want to do?” 

He sneered, pulling away from you then, letting his arms fall to his sides, allowing you to take a relaxed breath. “It’s what I’m supposed to do.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” 

You had no idea where the ability to be so forward with him came from, but you couldn’t seem to stop. He was thoughtful for a moment, formulating his answer before he finally spoke. “No one has asked me that before. I’ve always been told that this was my purpose. I never had a choice.” 

A wave of pity washed over you as you noticed the sadness in his eyes. “Michael, you always have a choice.” 

His focus flickered from your eyes to your mouth, lingering there before meeting your eyes again. You didn’t miss the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting for a brief moment. 

The next thing you knew, his warm, plush lips were on yours, devouring your mouth, and keeping true to his word by leading you into darkness. 

[annoyedbritishperson]

Coffee

It’s poisonous to the majority of animals on earth and since it probably doesn’t exist on other planets it could be even more poisonous to them than other creatures on earth.

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While the humans obviously didn’t want to start any wars or begin large scale colonisation, they still weren’t officially part of the IGU (intergalactic union) and given their weaponry prowess, army size and tendency for violence it was feared that aggression may spark due to the lack of coalition. So a conference was planned to take place to integrate the humans into the galactic stage.

Diplomats from all current IGU species; including but not limited to: the Arflexians, the Drashkein, the Kranskir, the Rskaa and many more were called for an official integration for the humans and, of course, the human diplomats were invited as well.

They met on the 57/70/7690 (universal date) or 28/09/2385 (human date) in the intergalactic senate house, located in the third arm of the andromeda galaxy, more commonly called the: House of the Forefathers. It was called this due to it being where the first two sentient space faring species met to sign a peace treaty; the law technically still stands despite both species having gone extinct.

The meeting began by introducing the diplomats: who they were and what species they represented, before moving on to debating the agreements. The most obvious question was whether the humans wished to join in the first place, “Diplomat Human-Smith, First and foremost: does the human government wish to integrate into the IGU?”

Haley Smith; the human diplomat sent on behalf of Earth’s (and it’s colonies) government replied simply and formally “Yes” before the debates proceeded on what terms would be permitted or compromised. The speaker began to announce the terms for discussion: “Your government wants ownership of all 100,000 AU* of it’s solar system.” The sheer scale of the request caused the Kranskir Diplomat to speak up “Do you realise that’s the area from your host star to the comet cloud encasing your solar system?! Yes?”

“Yes we are aware of this, we, ourselves have debated the distance of our borders and have decided upon this area as there are no other sentient species within our solar system to demand their own boarders, a fair amount of business under our economy span the whole solar system and our first and the majority of our colonies belong in it” Diplomat Smith replied, obviously having memorised this beforehand, though her clear points made this especially persuasive.

“Well, it seems fair to allow you the majority of the system, but all the way to the Oort Cloud seems a bit extreme.” The Drashkein senator admitted. “It’s far enough out to easily encase objects of foreign origin, thereby debating its belonging.” The Rskaa senator reasoned, which was true, a fair amount of objects in the orbital field were probably of foreign origin. “50,000 AU seems a maximum, and even that’s a bit of an extreme.” It was a fair compromise, the humans got to keep a fair amount of what they wanted (50,000 AU is way past Pluto and halfway into the Oort Cloud).

Next was trade laws, as they were joining the senate it seemed only fair for them to be allowed the same free trade as opposed to the old trade where they needed to pay a fee to buy or sell from the IGU. Finally they were on to the last and most complex of all matters: laws. This matter was the most complex since these laws had to be obeyed by multiple species of whom each had their own opinions of right and wrong. Some operated under a socialist government (not communist, there’s a difference), others operated on an authoritative one where you can’t use someone else’s art, products etc without paying them, simple permissions weren’t legal.

The debates carried on for hours and as they ensued each of the senators and the human diplomat made their way through their provided complimentary beverages. That is until it got to around four hours in and a fair amount of senators needed something stronger to keep them going.

They occasionally motioned for a separately hired intern to come over and request their drink of choice. Typically they asked for a glucose solution as the heightened sudden intake of the sugar would’ve caused their brain functions to perk up; subsequently causing them to become more alert.

Haley Smith, being the only human there needed something a bit stronger than a simple glucose solution to wake her up, a lot stronger in fact. As she motioned for the intern they whispered “More solution miss?” Making the presumption that it would be a ‘yes’ like the rest of the senators they made a movement as if to begin writing it down but before they could she said “no”.

This took them a bit by surprise but they fixed their composure before it would’ve been noticed “Then what would you like instead?” They asked in a low whisper. “Coffee please, preferably strong, if you can?” Haley asked. “I’ll ask if we have any, if we don’t would glucose solution suffice?”

“I suppose it would” she replied before the intern quickly went off to take Strakir’s (the Drashkein senator) request for glucose solution, though she would definitely prefer to have a nice strong, hot cup of smooth coffee to keep her awake. In the corner of their eye, she saw the intern skitter off to get the requested drinks before turning her attention back to the matter at hand.

Fortunately, when the intern asked they did, in fact have coffee, the chef was especially exited to try and make a human beverage. Unfortunately, the intern now had to remember which was which since they were both in identical blue mugs with screw on lids and they both weren’t glucose solution.

They did their best and set down each of the drinks with each of the diplomats before going back to their place next to the circular wall to wait for another request.

That is until they noticed the Drashkein senator, of whom they had just given a glucose solution to, start coughing, it was obvious they were trying to hide it and it was partially successful, not everyone had noticed, at least not yet. They and the other senators seemed to have brushed this off as simply beings caused of accidentally ingesting it the wrong way.

But it got louder; it became full on hacking as they were gasping for breath before the Kranskir senator next to them started thumping the midsection between the midlimbs and Strakirs hindlimbs (where a Drashkein’s lung is) to try and help before they noticed that drips of blue blood could be seen on the table as a result of the explosive coughing fit they were in. “MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!” Haley yelled as she made a move to try and help.

The intern quickly skittered away to find one, returning as quickly as possible with three medics following. When the medics got in they rushed across the room towards Strakir, who has now collapsed on the floor, purple foam issuing from their mouth a a result of their blue blood mixing with the white foam from their coughing, and began trying to figure out the symptoms in an attempt to fix it but it was only getting worse. They were yelling at each other in a hurry to fix the issue but to no avail “Heart palpitations need to be addressed fast before high blood pressure causes more damage!” “Blood mixed with oral water suggests damage in the digestive tract” and other rampant orders were yelled before it all went silent.

The Drashkein senator had stopped moving and his coughing became a wheezing sigh before: silence. He was dead.

The other senators were immediately escorted from the building as authorities were summoned. Strakir’s mate gives permission for authorities to conduct an autopsy to determine whether foul play was at hand. Caffeine poisoning was determined as cause of death which raises suspicions: who poisoned the senator, little to no people have anything against the Drashkein nor were there any personal grudges at play.

It was all a mystery before they began taking witness testimonies from each of the attending diplomats. It continued as a mystery until they got to the human diplomats story, before the senator died she mentioned requesting a cup of coffee. The same cup of coffee that was given to the senator.

They do a little research and find that humans have an unusually high tolerance for caffeine and frequently request it for mental stimulation aka to “wake them up”. The cause of death was subsequently filed under accidental though the damage was done.

The media had caught wind of the cause of death and had began blowing it out of proportion before people had received the official causation announced. Throughout the IGU Drashkein colonies voiced outrage at the humans assassination of their innocent senator and within a week riots had broken out in protest of the human introduction to the IGU and violence against existing humans had risen.

Within a month war was declared by the replacement senator, other species decided to stay out of the feud as this wasn’t their fight and it was too risky to their people to take sides. Main battlefields are at some of the largest human and Drashkein colonies though smaller ones are at risk for easy attacks. The Humans and Drashkein have taken up arms and have been advised to purchase weapons in the event of attacks.

The intern stayed silent during the whole fiasco as they didn’t want to face the charges of a crime that occurred as a result of a simple mistake.

All of this; over a cup of fucking coffee.

*Astronomical Units

Human date is in the format dd/mm/yyyy

(This took me way longer than the others but I’m quite proud of the result. As always I’m always happy to take feedback, ideas and suggestions and feel free do add on :3)