#n how the game lies about it only being controlled with the touch screen

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

on one hand my opinions on what games are good n stuff are basic but also clearly that just means people have good taste-

[starshipsofstarlord]

All mine

liam dunbar x reader / masterlist

summary; alec, scott’s new beta has a thing for liam’s girl, and sufficed to say, liam is anything but happy about the predicament / warnings; jealousy, smut, some choking, fucking in a playground, daddy kink, mentions of masturbation, mentions of phone sex, mentions of exhibitionism, oral sex (fem receiving).

the boy with anger issues was feeling a rage boil in his veins; they were in scott’s home, he had came back from college for a break, and thus, alec had joined in meeting with their alpha, though, not all his attention was reprised upon said pack leader.

there was a movie flashing upon the screen, you sat cross legged on the couch, whilst liam had been sent to the kitchen to grab a bowl of popcorn. he could feel his hand putting amble pressure on the plastic bowl, as he watched you explain every dumb thing occurring in the motion picture film.

alec was acting clueless on purpose, he could tell, more so since when he had first joined the pack, he had made such moves on you. and spoiler, eventually they had been successful. you were the same age as scott, meaning that you too had returned to beacon hills for your half term clause in the higher education, and liam wanted you to spend every moment with him, not this stray.

it took all his supernatural strength to restrain the growl threatening to rumble from his chest, his claws bent into the flesh of his palms, drawing a pooling of blood to the tether down from the self inflicted wound. scott smelt the blood, and wrinkled his nose at the scent that invaded his nostrils; he thought liam had his issues under control, but supposedly not entirely.

he couldn’t help himself, alec was trying his best, slyly glancing down your top, and he got he was only a hormonal teenage boy, same as him, but you were his girl. a rumble, resembling the natural force of thunder echoed around the living space, drawing all eyes, human and otherwise, in his direction.

the growl that had erupted from his chest had been possessive, a warning to the young, adopted beta, who quickly adjourned his arm away from the back of the couch, and shuffled from right beside you.

“li, are you good?” in an instant you removed yourself from where you were sat, walking towards him, and smoothing his shoulders over with your palms, watching as he heavily breathed. amber eyes flickered up to you, making you gulp; you now understood what had him so relentless and blunt with his aggression.

“i want to leave.” it wasn’t a question, it was a defiant statement. in turn, you nodded, grasping anything you needed, such as you jacket, and pulling it over your arms, liam quickly heading out, without bidding either of the boys a goodbye.

“see ya.” you waved at the pair, you would apologise for liam’s behaviour later to scott, he of course understood the situation nevertheless, he had been his alpha for a long time now. a hand grasped you as soon as you exited, pillowing roughly into your skin as he dragged you down the street, his pace quick and daring.

“you think i didn’t notice that beta’s eyes drifting down to your cleavage or him practically pawing for your attention.” he had stopped the two of you outside of a playground, you gulped, listening to him with an adjacent inclination.

“liam, there’s no need to be jealous.” your words had the priority of calming his angered exterior, though it happened that you had done rather the opposite. there was a firm line deposited between his dark brows, a frown that was aimed towards you directly.

“me, jealous? oh no, i know that you’re mine, but it comes to the question, do you?” he bit his lip, tensing the bridge of his nose as he moved his face closer to your own. “for all i know, at college, you don’t even let anyone know that you’re in a relationship, it could be your little secret, so you can fuck whomever you want.”

“that’s something i’d never do, you know that!” his accusations were flimsy, that much was liable, though although knowing that all his words came out of a place of secluded insecurity, you still felt the necessity to defend yourself. if you played his game, it would make him subconsciously doubt himself, and possibly believe the things that he was saying were true.

“do i?” the beta pried. liam made directories closer towards you, taking steps to discern your defence, letting his hand ravel up, and close around the front of your neck. your breath instantly hitched, as he wordlessly stated the power he had over you; not to mention, he was stronger, and he was irked, meaning that he would go to any lengths to prove his point, or lack of one.

“liam.” your hands came up to scratch at the exterior of his, worried that he would do some prominent damage, but rather than releasing his grip, he tightened his fist, triggering a hitch in your breath, and a uncoordinated, surprising moan to fly from your lips, as though your body was inherently howling at him for more.

“does my girlfriend like that? i think she likes daddy having his hand around her throat, don’t you baby? are you daddy’s dirty girl?” his slick words made your brain disintegrate into a contortion of confusion; more specifically, riddled with uncertainty, searching for a reason as to why his mature words were affecting you so.

there was no question about the matter, he was well adorned with the specifics of how it was affecting you. the reverberating of your heart thumped in his ears, like drums of a sacred matter, telling him how your hormones crazed, thundering with potential submission, that alternately had your knees quaking, fighting to remain standing.

then, there was the intoxicating aroma that scaled up to his nose from between your legs. that alone was a dead give away, he was lucky that it hadn’t killed him in the dead of night yet. being apart from you for so long had drove him borderline insane, one touch from you had him swooning, wanting nothing more for your hands to drift and intimately pet him.

phone calls, as erotic as some of them were, was just enough. the two of you were sectioned off for education in different counties, the distance pained him, in more ways than one. sometimes he’d wake up with a throbbing appendage between his thighs, begging for attention, more specifically, yours.

his hand got by, completing the job, but it wasn’t the same as the feeling of your sweet velvet walls encasing him likes an umbrella pouch, hugging his shaft tight as he rammed his length inside of you, preening moans of ecstasy out of your sinful mouth. the thought of such scenarios would have hun instantly hard in the school showers, leaving him frustrated for the rest of the day.

and though you had returned for a couple of weeks, he remained prominently stressed, never having enough contact with your skin that he had missed so much. he wished for nothing more than to spend it in a godforsaken rut, trapping you in the confines of his bed as he thrust in and out of you, but it so happened that isn’t how your return had panned out.

the luxury of the bed was not present, in its place was the soft breeze prickling at your skin, making every lingering, and restraining touch that he gave to it that more sensual. it was like nature was biting at your skin, plucking up the courage to adorn your flesh in small bumps, coercing your nipples into being erect, although, that was admittedly not all down to the wispy air.

your boyfriend had turned you on, his methods of doing so far different from anything that he had ever embraced before. whom would have ever thought that the once youngest member of the mccall pack would not forlorn in his youth, but instead want to demean his title as something as sexual as ‘daddy’? you sure as didn’t, but you couldn’t deny, it was kind of hot.

okay, more than hot, a lot more. “answer me y/n.” that’s right, you had gotten swept away with this whole new side to your partner, to say that you were drooling was an understatement, if he pointed it out, you’d blame it on him choking you. choking you! damn, he really had been reading up on some kinky shit whilst you were away.

“i do.” it was an honest answer, traded from you to him. though, it wasn’t entirely what he wanted to hear, you recognised that as he promptly squeezed your air way, causing your tongue to dip out of your mouth as you momentarily gasped for an ounce of breath. to spare you a second to respond, he pardoned his grip, stroking down the side of your face with the back of his stern hand.

“answer properly this time babe, else, i’ll fuck you over the swing set.” gulping, you locked eyes with liam, rubbing your thighs together at his prospect, inhaling heavily, as you felt him soothe his thumb rub upon the crevice of your chin, moisturising your own saliva into your skin.

“i love you choking me, daddy.” the word had a strange affect on your body as it rolled almost effortlessly off your tongue. instantly, verbalising the phrase had you feeling meek under the cold gaze of your boyfriend, a smirk ruling his face, as he clasped his knuckles into the dips of your waist, tugging you close.

“good girl.” he ushered the words into your ear as though he were a pro at doing so, lowering his palms to grab both your ass cheeks, a shocked squeal clawing out of the colander of your throat. “but i’m still going to fuck you over it, and i expect you to grasp onto the chains like you’re holding on for your life, and wail like a banshee that you are all mine.”

a slither of a sound, radiating utter betrothal escaped your withering lips, it was something between noise of a whimper, and a small moan. liam took that, and rightfully so, as approval to proceed with his intentions, and thus, he lead you through the gravel of the empty playground, directing his footsteps to the swings, and pushing you to be in front of him.

he bent your waist a little, so that you were hunched over, offering the perfect angle to generate pleasure for the both of you, as he began to tug your jeans down, letting the tight material meet with the croons of your ankles, and remain tethered around them.

“shit, you’ve already soaked through your panties baby.” liam soothed his fingers over the wet patch that opted through the thin material, brushing directly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your mouth to wantonly drop open, in a silent beckon for more. “i can smell you too, you know, and damn, do you smell fucking divine.”

“daddy please.” the beg fell comfortably from you, there was no sudden recital to saying it once more. peculiarly, it felt natural, the dynamic between you and your partner being a stable structure to begin exploring further aspects that spectated in intimacy.

“sit on the seat, daddy will help you out darling.” trailing around the side of the metal structure, you carefully strode to do as liam has said, perching your ass on the swing, it lightly swaying from the impact of your weight upon the small dipped hammock. “there we go.”

liam knelt, scathing his covered knees upon the ground, as he ran his eager palms along the insides of your thighs, plucking at the band of your panties, before shuffling them down far enough so that he had all the access that he hungered for. the brisk whim that waded through the nighttime air had your pussy clenching, feeling the cold integrate against your folds, as liam puckered his lips.

he blew hot air upon your labia, enforcing your grip around the malleable metal chains to tighten, as you lightly shuffled the way that you were sat, spreading your legs a little wider, as your toes scratched relentlessly inside your socks, digging the front of your sneakers into the tarmac below.

your boyfriend leant forwards, swiping his tongue up your folds, causing you to press your head back, as you airily sighed from the contact, loving the way that his tongue delved around the area of your clit, swirling the bud in his mouth, as his teeth gently pinched the sensitive fumble of flesh.

“li- ah, daddy.” he had nipped at your outer lips, serving his actions as a form to correct how you had labelled him. “fuck, you’re so good with your tongue- shit.” his tongue slipped down into your entrance, thrusting the part of himself in and out of you, as you almost fell out of the swing seat.

“mmh.” your so called daddy hummed, sucking once more on your clit, before pulling his head away, as he stood, dragging you with him to force you to stand, delving his saturated tongue into the depths of your mouth, giving you no other option than to taste yourself on his buds. “what do you say baby?” his hand crawled into your hair as he bit his lip, staring with heavy lids at your flushed expression.

“thank you daddy.” a strong nod, he swiftly rotated you around, giving a light smack to your ass cheek, pinching the flesh, as he hurriedly undressed his bottom half, after fishing a loose packaged condom out of his back pocket. his tongue toyed with his top lip, as he ripped open the plastic square, rolling the condom onto his erect cock, giving himself a couple of jerks, as he steadied himself behind where you had hunched over once more.

he grasped his heavy cock, sliding his length through your smothered folds, teasing you as he tapped your clit, resting his hips flush against your own, as he pressed inside of you, causing an elongated string of obscene sounds to cast out of your mouth, playing a tune out of your melodically fawned lips.

a grunt tore itself out of his chest, as he clenched his fine jaw, digging his thumbs into your ass cheeks, as he began to move; delving deep within you, before pulling out of your tight walls, and rutting himself back inside of you. “fuck, feels so good da- ah!”

your natural sounds of pleasure drowned the surrounding area in an epitome of adulterated musings. adjoined with the sounds of liam’s skin slapping against your own, it was a surprise that no one had intervened, nor walked by. though, liam would have heard if they were in a nearby radius, with his supernatural hearing, that he had gotten through a set of canines digging urgently into his wrist, as he hung solemnly off the side of the hospital.

“you’re all mine, you hear that? those frat boys can keep their pervy gazes off of my girl, otherwise i guess i’ll just have to pay you a visit, and fuck you loud enough for anyone to hear.” he began panting, flowing his breath down upon your lower back. “yeah, you like that idea baby girl, how about i take over in the lecture hall and bend you over that desk, drilling into your tight cunt in front of every one so that they know that you belong to me?”

his half conceived promises, his taunting of you had you rolling closer to the edge, backing your hips backwards as you urgently met with his thrusts, forcing him to hip deeper into your cervix, a light growl prowling out of his chest, as he leant against you, angling his waist lower as he thrust upwards, his chest flat against your back.

“yes- fuck! please daddy, i wou- love that. love for you to fuck me for everyone to see, fill me with your cum, make me cu-um.” his heated breath strained against your skin, as your eyes fluttered, feeling succumbed to a white flush inside your veins, your body halting with it’s stability, resting helplessly over the swing seat, a she kept you steady.

“all mine.” your boyfriend stated, as he made you fall over the edge, ravenously thrusting into you to chase his own high. “gonna fucking cum.” a minor roar yelped out of his mouth, as his eyes strung shut, his shoulders relaxing as he emptied his seed into the condom, pulling out of your sopping cunt, as he removed the layer of protection, throwing it successfully in a bin a few feet away.

hazily, you went to stand, liam helping you pull your bottoms up, as he did so to himself too. he held you up, as he hoisted a passionate kiss onto your lips, a satisfied smile on his face once he pulled away. “i miss you so much when you’re away, i love you y/n/n.”

an appeased expression faulted your expression, as you reached up to entwine your hands together at the back of his neck. “i’m all yours li, or should i call you daddy?” you teased, causing a blush to fathom the apples of his cheeks. he looked down, an embarrassed poise covering his face.

“shut up.” he jokingly prompted, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he began to walk you home, as you continued to tease him about his newly revealed kink, or multiple.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Line Without a Hook

Pairing: Leviathan x gn!reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort Warnings: none Summary: Dating Leviathan started out fine but slowly goes downhill because of his insecurities. Can he win you back after pushing you away or is it too late? Word Count: 1.7k words

A/N: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY THE LOVELY @cyberbunny33​ AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO HER. I simply proofread and edited it :)

“"She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy"

He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"”

A slew of emotions spark inside Leviathan when he feels your head rest against his shoulder. His body stiffens, trying to suppress the ever-growing blush as it travels up his chest and to his pale cheeks. His hands shake as his grip on the controller tightens.

“(Y/n)! Don’t try to distract me with your normie tactics!” Leviathan bellows as he attempts to focus back on the screen in front of you two. 

“Distract? Who, me? Never,” you giggle back as you lean further against his shoulder, smirking to yourself as you get in a quick combo to throw his character off their feet. This throws him into a panic as he shouts at his character to get up while you happily hum, punching in another combo and follow it up with a projectile.

Your ‘yes!’ and his ‘no!’ harmonize for a second as your fighter strikes a cool pose, ‘winner’ appearing across the screen. You jump up and celebrate your first, and probably final, victory of the night.

Levi whines as he stares at the screen and turns to complain about you distracting him. He freezes though, his sunset eyes gazing at your dancing figure. Your laughter is music to his ears and your smile appears brighter than the sun. He doesn't notice the small smile crawling onto his face the longer he stares at you.

*

That was the night he confessed.

On accident, but it was a confession nonetheless.

A few months later, you wondered if he truly did love you like he claimed…

*

It’s not something you thought much about. You know Levi had a deterrence towards being touched. In general and in public. Public display of affection was just something he's not comfortable with. It had nothing to do with you. You accepted that when you first met him and when you accepted his confession.

But like any normal person in a relationship, you began to crave his touch outside the safety of his room. You wanted to show him off. You wanted to kiss him and hug him and hold his hand on the way to RAD or in front of his brothers, but anytime you reached for his hand or tried to give him a hug, he would recoil and move away from you, telling you off for being so clingy and for acting like a normie.

One time, he even asked if you wanted to fight when you reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. 

You thought by now that he'd also have that craving for touch and intimacy, but it also seemed like he was quickly losing interest in being alone with you because any time you initiated something, he would move away or dismiss you. The more you reached out for him, the farther he would move away from you. It made you wonder; was he ashamed to be seen with you? Did he realize you, a human, weren’t worth his time?

You didn't know that he was having the same thoughts. Was he, a yucky otaku obsessed with 2D women and games, worth your precious time? Would he be able to live up to your expectations of being a good boyfriend? What if he did something wrong? What if he made you uncomfortable? What if he did something and you began to hate him and avoid him? He wouldn't be able to handle the thought of you hating him.

He pushed you away for that reason. Afraid that you would realize he wasn't worth your time. That if he indulged in you, you would leave, leave him for one of his brothers. He'd be a wreck without you.

He wanted nothing more than to reach out to you. You had no idea how much willpower it took him to keep his clammy hands to himself, to keep his emotions and desires in check. That tiny voice in his head wouldn't leave him alone, dancing around as it told him that you're too perfect and he's nothing. You deserve so much more than a pathetic otaku like him, but he was selfish and refused to let you go. He wanted you to stay. He needed you to stay with him.

*

His eyes are wide the moment he sets his sights on you. 

You had left in a hurry during your weekly game nights so he came looking for you when you wouldn't answer your phone. He wasn't expecting to peak into your room and see you under your covers, sobbing softly into your pillow. He stops breathing as he fully enters your room, closing the door behind him before taking a breath and slowly advancing towards your bed.

“(Y/n)? Was—Was it something I said?”

It breaks his heart to see your tear-stained face when you pick it up and turn to look at him. Lovely and bright eyes now bloodshot and glassy. “If it was something I said then I  take it back,” he says as he rushes to your bedside. You shake your head as you sniff, trying your best not to look like even more of a mess in front of your hot demon boyfriend. 

“It's not what you said, it's what you didn't say and didn’t do…” you reply in an unsteady tone.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

“Wha—?”

“Do you feel shame every time we’re seen together?”

“N-No! Of course not—!”

“Then why won't you show me any affection! Why won't you let me hold your hand or hug you or—”

Levi lunges forward, crashing his lips against yours in a slow yet passionate kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as Levi fights the blush that burns at his cheeks. He fails when he feels your plush lips kiss back feverishly. His tail pops out unannounced, wagging as your hands come up to cup his face, his own hands having a tight grip on the sheets that have pooled around your waist. You pull back first, panting softly as Levi stares at you with a red face. 

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that…” Levi admits in a sheepish voice as he attempts to hide behind one of his hands. 

“Why didn't you? I've been trying to kiss you for the past month,” you whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you'd ruin the moment and scare the serpentine demon away.

“I didn't think you would want to kiss a gross, yucky otaku like me,” he answers, “I thought that you would realize that I'm not the demon you deserve and leave me for one of my brothers like Asmo or even Satan.” He shrinks down as he speaks, shame and guilt weighing down on his shoulders as he thinks back to how often you would try to initiate something between him and yourself.

He avoids looking at you, opting to stare down at your bedroom floor. His eyes are only drawn to you at the sounds of your sheets shifting around. His blush returns when he sees you silently pat a spot next to you. Slowly, he crawls onto your bed and takes a seat next to you, his scaly tail wrapping itself around your waist. His cheeks burn brighter as you let out a soft chuckle.

“I don't think you’re ‘yucky,’ you know…” you murmur softly as you turn to face him. “Why do you think I agreed to date you?” 

Leviathan doesn't have a good answer for you. You had a point after all. Why would you agree to be his lover if you didn't have an interest in him to begin with? The more he thought about it, the more his guilt began eating at him. He neglected you. In the most horrid way possible too. He didn't just neglect you. He blatantly pushed you away and acted like he was disgusted by you all because he doesn’t think he deserves your love and affection. 

Your sweet voice brings him out of his toxic thoughts. “Levi, stop,”  you sigh as you cup his cheeks and turn his head to face you. Your gentle hold pushing the nasty storm clouds around his head away. “Please. Your self-loathing is what got you here. I love you, Leviathan. Nothing is going to change that. I'm not going to leave you for your brothers. I don't want them; I want you.”

His mouth falls agape. An uncomfortable stinging coming to his eyes as he bites his lip. Before you could see the tears, Levi throws his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He's blubbering out apology after apology, begging you to forgive him for not trusting in you or talking to you about his insecurities.

You two sit there for who knows how long, holding each other, and finally indulging in each other's presence and touch. Levi had stopped sniveling some time ago, feeling a wave of drowsiness hit him after he was done crying. You fell asleep after he stopped, melting into his chest. He doesn't move, wishing to let you sleep after the whole ordeal, but he can’t sleep sitting up so he carefully moves the both of you into a lying position. Using his tail to grab your covers and pull them over your shoulders.

He lies across from you, gazing at your peacefully sleeping face. His cheeks gain color once more, feeling both embarrassed and grateful to have you forgive him after all he's done to you. He reaches out and gently caresses your cheek as he thought of how lucky he was to have you. He vows then and there to be better, to show you just how much he really loves you. If those nasty thoughts come back, he’ll go to you and talk to you instead of pushing you away. He promises to do the same for you. Because he needs you.

“I love you, (Y/n).”

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[binniesthighs]

coax the cold | reader x chan

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: smut, lil bit of fluff 

Tags: softsub!chan, softdom!reader, virgin!chan, shyyyy!chan, lowkey awkward chan hehe, tinder hookup au, college au (very US college haha--or at least how I know it), guided sex, cowgirl, reader has nipple piercings sooo nipple play (my new kink) , hair pulling, use of petnames, praising, protected sex, fingering (f), someone’s impatient ;) 

Word count: 4.2k 

Recommended listening: bite by troye sivan 

*photocreds to OP! 

[02:05] 

you are messaging: chan 

me: i’m here by the bike locks? is this the right place? i don’t see a door anywhere? 

Buzzing above your head, a streetlight flickered from the erratic flying of moths to the addictive yellow glow. You were never really a squeamish person, but when it came to moths, there was only so much that you could take in the uncomfortable silence of the parking lot. 

A group of girls with their cropped shorts and bralettes came barreling out from a pair of doors farther down the building with music screeching from the phone speakers shoved in their tiny pockets. 

“You’ve got the addy right? You didn’t hear anything about it getting shut down? Becs was telling me that they were doing ratios so it looks like we can’t bring the guys--” 

You tapped on your phone screen to see if you had received a reply or if the little flame icon would flash while you watched the minutes tick by. 

You had a little shame about the position that you were in, and you started to care less and less after seeing this guy’s pictures. He was somewhat illusive from what you could tell. The way that he texted in all lowercase made him seem approachable but he still wasn’t one ask for pictures of your tits or send the odd drunk text asking for you to come over. 

You had send the message at this hour. It was likely that you were impatient from “playing the game” but he seemed intriguing enough. 

The Friday night was filled with energy from the other side of the street across from the apartment complex. His place was situated right on the edge of campus next to a couple run down houses with windows lit by multicolored string lights and creaking doors which let out vibrating trap songs every time someone opened them. You had left a house similar to that before coming here right when it was getting boring and the boys were getting a bit handsier than you would’ve liked. You were done making out with randoms in hallways who tasted like watery beer and bad decisions. 

“Um, hey!  Are you y/n?” The stranger’s voice called from a fire escape door. 

He was dressed simply, sort of like someone who didn’t care, or someone who hadn’t left their room since the morning. In this lighting, his hair seemed to be some kind of dark burgundy brown which was a bit different from his caramel blonde hair from the photos. You would’ve felt lied to on another occasion, but the simple trait wasn’t a game changer. 

“Uh-yeah, that's me.” You smiled bluntly, not really sure even what to say in a situation like this. 

Up close you saw what the pictures really didn’t give him justice: a faint press of dimples and stretching veins on his hands. You assumed that he was a bit smaller under the giant black hoodie that he wore, but he had that same kind of coziness that was just a little too dangerous for a hookup. 

“I live on the third floor.” He informed you while leading up the hollow sounding cement staircase. 

“Mm. Okay.” 

The stranger turned his head briefly to smile back at you, “I-Its nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You nodded, even though he didn’t see. 

This young man’s room was nearly exactly as you had pictured it to be element by element. Like every other boy his age, he had a gaming set up with color changing LEDs on the side of his machine and a smaller TV that was hooked up to some console you didn’t care to know the name of. The floors were nearly clean and the bed made--almost like he had planned for it to be that way; you could see the dirty clothes peeping from under his bed. 

The banged up beige walls were decorated with posters of indie bands that you had heard of once or twice. He had somewhat of an organized open closet that held types of CDs and vinyl too--the room itself smelled a bit dusty like the protective covers of those albums that you associated with a record store. 

“You can...we can sit down if you’d like.” He rather awkwardly gestured to his full sized bed. You prayed that once you pulled the covers back later there would be no white stains. 

“Okay.” 

“I could-um, turn on some music maybe? If you would like?” 

“Sure!” You piped trying to sound as confident and in control as possible--it was clear he wasn’t. 

He fidgeted with his phone and a bluetooth speaker which startled him when he turned it on. Just like the posters on his walls, he picked some soft sounding acoustic song with a crooning folk singer that sounded like he was singing with the exclusive use of his head voice. 

The stranger sat next to you clasping his hands in front of him and eyes glued to the floor. 

“Sorry...this is my first time doing this.” 

“Doing...?” 

He smoothed back his dark locks, “You know...meeting up with someone like this after meeting through an app. Um...what do you study?” 

“Biochem with a graphic design minor. You?” 

You weren’t sure if this was a hook up or an interview. 

“Poli Sci Human Rights stuff and sound engineering on the side.” 

“Huh...thats...cool.” 

Both of you nodded your heads in the silence to which he cleared his throat loudly to feel the space. 

“C-can I get you anything? You thirsty or something? I can steal some of my roommate’s Smirnoff Ice--” 

“--No. I’m fine. Thank you though.” 

He smiled sweetly to hid the fact that he was rubbing his sweating hands against his pants. 

“But...how this usually starts off, you could lay down and maybe, I could get on top?” 

“Oh!” He squeaked, “Sure! I can do that.” 

The bed groaned out with the shuffling of bodies and your hookup sighed out with a shaky breath and squirming legs. “Like this?” 

Rather than saying more, you crawled carefully over to him to the tune of his quickening chest and widened eyes. The shier he got, the harder it was for you to keep it in--he was ridiculously cute and your mind could only run wilder thinking about how he would react to everything you were about to show him. Your hands crept to the hem of his hoodie where you teased cold thumbs to his torso. 

“I’m gonna take this off you, okay?” 

Chan nodded eagerly with hair fluffing once you pulled it over his head. 

“Take mine off?” You hushed into his ear to which he smacked dry lips to obey you. 

He took his time pulling it off you; he savored the way that your bare body looked in front of him with glossy eyes that shone with the soft pastel glow from his computer in the opposite corner of his room. His chest heaved with his excitement which only held even more shallow breaths once your top hit the floor. 

“I-I can touch you?” 

“You can touch me anywhere you want to, baby.” You followed his head back to the pillow where you parted his quivering lips with your own. You could feel his shock get caught in his throat, then snake out hotly from his mouth to yours. He kissed you carefully, but growing in greed once you ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip. His curious hands wrapped around your back where he rubbed lightly at your sides, then traversed to your chest. You sunk deeper onto him to the tune of the music skipping to the next song which sounded nearly like a chilled out pairing of twangy guitars. As far as you could tell, it sounded something like Grateful Dead. 

As your hips melded into his, Chan’s whole body jerked feeling the sudden contact of your pussy grind against him. As you had expected, he had hardened instantly, and his length bobbed and tented the thick fabric of his sweats. You kissed him deeper, exploring the corners of his mouth and the inside of his lower lip while tugged at the plush skin gently. 

You should have guessed, but this boy didn’t have a clue how to take a bra off, so you did the job for him, sure to give him a display at the same time just for the dramatic effect of your surprise. 

“H-holy shit.” Chan oggled your breasts from below. You were certain that he didn’t notice the way that he slicked his tongue slowly over his lip at the sight of you. 

“You can touch them too.” You purred back into his ear, and he eagerly brought thrilled hands to your nipples. 

“They’re really...um, pretty.” He said with fluttering eyes from your breasts to your eyes. What a gentleman he was being. 

You toyed with your delightfully hardened bud in your hand while he played with the other. You pulled lightly at the sliver stud piercing there to show him that he could do the same and wetted your fingertips with your tongue to bring the wet to your skin. He kneaded at your breast firmly at first, cupping it in his hand, then moved his attention to your sensitive skin aroused just from the softest touches. 

Your tiny moans was all the validation that he needed to squeeze harder and pull rougher. It was as if you could see his cute pent up fantasies unfolding right before you in his sparkling brown eyes. 

“Mm, that feels so good.” You coaxed him further, going to grind you ass harder into his own lap and indulging in the way that even in your shorts, your folds could part around the thick imprint of his dick. 

You collapsed over his face to align your nipples nearest his tongue which he gave no more thought. Chan kissed at them with trailing breathy moans of his own that melted into you and vibrated against the metal made one with your hardened buds. He sucked too with a flicking tongue that sent heat straight down to your clit. Each time his flattened tongue would return with the wet of his spit, you felt weaker and weaker for this boy becoming more tantalizing by the second. 

“Want to--want to take off even more?” The phrase barely escaped your lips. 

“Mmhm.” He agreed, then took to shimming off his pants quickly and watching you do the same, revealing your sky blue panties that always soaked in the way that you liked them to. 

Your show continued on, and you took two of our fingers to rub over your clit while facing him. He too had wetted a spot into his boxers that adorably bunched around the upper parts of his thighs. With your free hand, you slithered to his erection and traced the outline, leaving him on a teasing squeeze. 

“B-before we do anything else...I have to tell you something?” The young man hesitated, causing you to draw your hand back. 

“What is it?” 

“This is like my, first time, first time. You know?” 

“You’ve never--” 

“--I know. It’s...kinda embarassing...and the fact that it’s happening this way...” 

“You don’t want it to happen this way?” 

Chan stammered, but shook his head vehemently, “That's not it. I just don’t want you to be dissapointed...since I don’t really...know what I’m doing too well.” 

He cracked with a hopeful smile, and you couldn’t stand it any more. 

“Babyboy, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I don’t mind.” 

“You don’t?”

“No,” You scooched next to him to twist a couple of his deeply cherry red strands into your fingers, “In fact, the fact that you haven’t done this before...really turns me on. Got it?” 

Chan gulped, “S-so...what-what can I do for you? I’ll do anything?” 

You pressed a light kiss into his forehead with a hand trailing up his thigh and back to his dick which still throbbed with his excitement. 

“How about, you show me how you jerk off this cock of yours, angel? And I can show you how I do the same? For starters?” 

He licked his lips once more, hooking his hands under his waistband and freeing his cock pink, and even thicker than you had imagined. You slid yourself unto his arm to cuddle up close to him, one of your legs swung over his so he could see exactly how you played with your clit. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick with a tug which elicited a tiny “ah!” from his mouth. 

“That’s it...jerk your cute cock for me...just like that.” 

His eyes devoured the circles made by your hand between your legs--you strung together your slick between your fingers to him to see. The clear stringy cum shone on your fingers, making the other boy whimper out seeing how it coated them. 

“I want to touch you too...down there, so bad.” He pleaded after pumping faster at himself. 

“Oh? Pretty boy would like to feel what it’s like to touch my dripping cunt, hm? You know that watching you makes me like this...?” 

Chan gasped out at the thought, letting out an “mmhm.” that cracked in his throat. 

“C-can I?” 

The heat of your naked bodies intermingled and turned the air of his small room dense, and each of your senses became hyper aware in your own arousal: every hair that stood on end, every flinch of his muscles beside you, you could feel it all. 

“Of course you can.” 

Chan shifted, leaving his dripping cock to pulse on your thigh where he flipped on his side to dip his hand between your folds and against your swollen clit. 

“Rub in circles baby, or whatever feels right to you...you’ll know if it feels good for me.”

He nodded with hands trickling down to your pussy heated between your legs. 

There’s something different about him, it could be the fact that you know next to nothing about him, or how he makes you bothered. 

Slowly, his fingers dip between your folds slicked from your teasing--and the way that there mere sight of him teases you. Your back arches from the press of his fingers, and your bud throbs under each and every swipe of his fingers. 

“Feels good?” He whispers into your ear, tickling it. 

“Mm-yes.” With your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull right at the roots. You bite a kiss into his lip while drawing him closer to you. His lips are plush and quivering like they can’t decide what to do with all the simulation at once. 

“Harder...you can press harder,” The words were airy on your tongue while your hips writhed. 

“Like this?” He circled harder, wider with his digits mixing with your cum. 

The room appeared to blur in your euphoria. Coupled with the gentle music playing there was a kind of peace to this boy and everything about his little space. The further he continued, the more you longed for him fully--to feel every inch of his length inside of you as you fucked him for the first time. 

Your hand grabbed at his hair even tighter: a symbol that he took as a good sign. He laughed out a little at your response. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He coos. Against your thigh, his dick bobs with a flared tip, begging for more attention. 

You moan out for him as you dig your heels into his bed, and watch the way that your nipples harden around the metal piercings just from his touch. 

“Just you wait baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Your kisses pull at his lower lip as you fill his mouth with more moans. “You don’t even know how fucking tight it is, how it feels when I pull you inside of me and how the friction feels when you’ll fuck me.” 

Chan shivers from your words with a gulp and lets his fingers fall down to your entrance where is curiosity gets the best of him. You wince feeling his fingers fill your pussy with the wonderful way that you desperately close around his digits. 

“Shit.”

“Are you ready?” You ask him permission before trailing a hand down his torso. 

“--Yes,” He nods quickly, “Please. God--I want to feel it. Show me.” 

You twitch from the lack of contact to your pussy when you swing your leg to straddle him. Your hips meet his, and he struggles for a moment over where to put his hands. In one motion you grind your dripping folds over his bare dick, slicking him up and down with the light grind of your hips. A broken gasp escapes from his lips which you catch with your own mouth in a kiss. His closed eyes flutter from the feeling of having you so close...but not completely yet. 

“Got a condom, angel?” You caress down his cheek and let your thumb linger over his bottom lip. 

Chan gives you a grunt in response before contorting his body to the side table where he fumbles for the plastic wrapper. His curtains dance a little with a breeze caught in them, likely from the window being open. The air smells a bit like water, and it’s cool and crisp in your lungs. It cools the surging heat that your body succumbs to. 

You move for him to roll the condom on, tracing the muscles of his chest. His skin is untouched, unmarked, and suddenly all you crave is to see him bruised and scraped in pink. You dig your nails into his chest seeing the way he jerks at himself just a bit more while looking up at you in awe. 

“H-how do we do this?” He asks. 

“Just...do as I say...’kay?” 

Your date nods, letting you take complete control over his body. You start at his neck with kisses that turn heavier and heavier then darker and darker. He busies his hands by cupping into your breasts and tweaking with the hardened buds. 

“Just lay still, I can put in the work pup, okay?” You reach for his erection further down his body, and he finds handles in your hips and ass. 

“I can do that.” He sighs out with a little groan feeling your hand squeeze at him. 

At first, you tease your entrance with his head, barely letting him feel anything besides your clit against his pink tip. His skin grows dewy in his anticipation, and he licks at his lips which dry from each breathy exhale he uses to steady himself. You take your cum to wet at his dick with your hand, and push harder at his sides with your thighs. 

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, got it?” 

Chan hastily nods, digging deeper into your sides. 

“Fuck, just--fuck me already...I can’t...it’s really...hurts to wait--” 

“Getting demanding now are you?” You tap a light slap to his face. “You’re doing what I say, not the other way around.” 

“S-sorry...” He whines. 

You resume, sitting properly on his length: all the way down, all the way to your cervix which screams in ecstasy from feeling him fill you so deeply. 

“Fuck.” He groans, but his curse is intertwined with a beautiful giddy smile. “Its really tight. Oh god--” 

You lean over him to attach your lips with his once more--a tiny distraction from the way that you start to roll your hips over his length. Chan freely lets his moans tickle your lips, each of them more gruff than the last as he looses himself in you and your rhythm. He’s dizzied: lightheaded--even you can tell. The new sensation takes him over, and he’s left a mess for you: hips trembling while you work your pussy up and down his length and his fingers claw into your shoulder blades. 

Chan’s Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps dry, forming praises the best that he can. “Feels...amazing...” 

You sit back, allowing his full length to tease your g-spot as you fuck him rougher, indulging yourself to all the pleasure that he can give you when you let him in as deeply as possible. He notices the change, and supports your body up with hands running up and down your chest, and down your arms where he pulls at the skin with his short nails. 

“You like this?” You gasp between each roll of your hips. “How my cunt feels on your cock? How I can use you like this? Use your words Channie.” 

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yo-You look...mm--” 

You giggle a little at the light pink blush to his cheeks and the way that he stumbles over his words. 

“Think you can last a little longer, baby?” Your fingers creep to his throat where you tease at squeezing his neck.  

He pauses, loosing himself in it again before giving you a rushed answer: “I think? It’s just...really intense I think that I’m c-close already.” 

You permit him only a couple more seconds of you, then glide off him carefully to which he whines out in confusion. 

“Your turn to fuck me now. Come on, behind me.” 

Chan looks bewildered and breathless, but he does as he’s told and tosses aside stray pieces of clothing on the bed to get to you. You hoist up your hips for him after burying your face into the mattress. To guide him further, you fuck your fingers for him too at this angle, only stopping once you feel the pressure of his cock once more. He slides himself in agonizingly slow until he bottom’s out with a choked moan. 

“Fuck me baby boy. You know what do to.” 

Your date’s hand finds your hips once more which he firmly grasps, then begins screwing into your pussy already blazing with heat and your orgasm building from before. He finds his pace after a while and fills the room with the fleshy sound of skin on skin. Your own fingers find their own way back to your clit where you rub in tandem with his thrusts. 

“Oh,” He gasps quietly. 

Your nails bury into the comforter of the bed, and your teeth clench harder as he milks himself into you and grows in pace. 

“Fuck yes baby, fuck me just like that. You’re doing so good; fucking my pussy just like you should...” 

Your orgasm quickens hearing the praises come from the bottom of your heart and the way that he grunts out hearing them. For someone who’s never done this before, it’s unbelievable how good he is at it all. 

He shudders, and you feel yourself tighten around him further, sensing both of your release coming near. Your hookup doubles over your back, burning you with the heat from his body as he fucks into you with reckless thrusts. 

“Shit, I’m so, so close.” He admits though clenched teeth. 

“Me too baby, finish me off, cum inside until you’re throbbing and you can’t take any-anymore.” 

A switches flips within this once innocent man, and you feel the bed creak as he kneels on one leg, then lifts one to stamp upon the bed to better his angle. The new position directly sends your g-spot into flames, and you shake from limb to limb feeling your orgasm right on the brink. 

He growls upon his release, finishing it off with shallow breaths once he nearly collapses over your back to feel each drop of his cum release inside of your pussy. You rub your orgasm out until you see lightning behind your eyelids and it’s heightened by the way that he twitches with his cum against your deepest spot. 

“A-are you okay?” Your adorable date immediately asks once you gasp and writhe under him. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine...fuck,” You laugh out, “That felt unreal Channie.” 

He shakes once his softening dick leaves your hole, and you get a good look at this stranger: chest flushed and hair messed over his forehead. He falls down to his side on the bed still breathless and letting out happy little laughs. 

“I’m sorry if that was like, really fast. It just all felt...so good, and, I couldn’t really control it--” 

“Mm, don’t you worry.” You sweep down to kiss his gasping mouth. Silently, you thank whoever it was in the universe that let you meet this boy on this night, and whoever willed you to leave that party. 

“What do we do now?” Chan asks, still bare for you to take in wholly. You wanted to tell him, but couldn’t find the words. He was kind of beautiful. 

“Whatever we want. I could go, or I could stay. Really anything goes.” 

His chest is peppered with your purple love bites, and you wish then to give him even more if you have the chance--whenever that might be. 

Chan tilts his head, “Stay?” 

“Well, we still need to get to know eachother don’t we?” 

The handsome stranger grins, and lets his hand trace the side of your face. The cool of the room feels addictive against you, and it weaves around your neck and against the little hairs of your arms. 

“You’re right.” He nods, “There's only so much you can tell about a person from these kind of dating apps.” 

“That’s true.” Your hand discovers his collarbones, which you trace lightly. “It’s nothing like the real thing.” 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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[dempseyregal]

Game?

A/N: I tried. Don't hate. Also... Imperium's hot.

Warnings: None

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It felt awkward to sit like this to say the least. So close to Fabian, Marcel being the gloop he was bragging that we'd make such a cute couple while I tried to get Fabian to focus on the soccer match we were watching so he wouldn't see me blushing like that.

"If Italy wins-" "You shut it, Marcel." "And if Germany wins, Fabian takes you out for dinner." Fabian chuckled, nodding while pointing at the scoreboard on the screen. "Looks like Italy is winning." Thank the gods, I can only imagine how awkward that would be if we had to go to dinner.

I could feel Fabian's stare as the game progressed and so did my cheering. Germany was literally just 1 point behind from winning and being crowned Euro champions when the Italian midfielder scored, causing Italy's victory by 2 points. "It was a good game." I shrugged as Marcel and Fabian started arguing with tactics of the game.

I got up and walked over to the kitchen to get some coffee, the guys' beer drinking habits not a mutual favourite. "Hey." I nearly jumped out of my skin when Fabian emerged from the hallway, stopping in the door. "Hey." I copied with a smile then turned my attention to the coffee machine. It was awkwardly silent, except for Fabian moving around in the kitchen.

He suddenly popped up next to me, handing me another cup for filling. "Where's Marcel?" "Meh, left to get Walter at the airport then taking Wolfe to the show, car broke down." "Oh, that's nice of him." Fuck, you're stupid, Y/N! "Yeah... Hey, I'm gonna play some video games if you'd like to join? Its Call of Duty though sooo..." "Its perfect, Warfare?" He nodded with a smile and took the cup from my hands before turning on his heel and leaving.

I mentally kicked myself before following pursuit, reclaiming my spot next to him on  the couch as he got the controls and everything ready. We were quiet while playing, although we sometimes caught glimpses of each other, Fabian clearing his throat at times. "You're pretty good at this." "Thanks, it comes from playing with Marcel. He taught me a lot." I said as I refused to look away from the screen.

Out of nowhere, I felt Fabian move closer, legs brushing against one another. I tried to ignore it but Fabian sat forward, our arms touching making me lose focus. I felt heat radiate from his skin, making me want to touch him even more. "What's up? You're never this quiet?" He asked as he paused the game, looking at me. "Nothing, why? I thought you liked the silence. You always go at Marcel when he goes on during games." "Yeah, he is irritating. You aint."

"I don't know then." I lied, playing with the material of my shirt. "Y/N, can I..." he trailed off biting onto his tongue as I looked up. "Do what?" He leaned in and placed a kiss on my mouth gently, lingering before pullling away. "I-I'm sorry. I just wanted - Fuck no, you know what. I'm not sorry, Y/N. I always wanted to kiss you." I didn't wait for him to speak before jumping forward and latching my mouth to his once again, this time more feverish. Our hands started wandering about each other's bodies, Fabian's hand tangling into my hair as he pulled me closer to him.

"We're ba- Whoa! Guys, no!" Marcel suddenly emerged with Walter behind him who burst into laughter with Marcel's sudden retreat into the kitchen. "Glad you finally did something Fabian, we've been waiting for that a long time." Fabian just smiled as I blushed even redder. "Not as glad as I am." He said as he planted a kiss on my forehead and pulled me into his chest.

[kneamet]

Inspired by Wandavision. Reader is trapped in a perfect world of sitcom. However, she notices that her husband Loki is in control of everyone. I also ask for a scene that Loki goes to SWORD agents and threatens them like Wanda.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere, forced, kidnapping

Word Count: 2768

Character: Loki/reader

Summary: you knew that your husband was a magician, but you never thought that he would decide to create a perfect false world

POV Your

It was strange. Very strange. The world has seemed unreal to you lately. Everything was so unrealistic that I wanted to gouge out my eyes.

You looked down at your hands, feeling extremely worried. This acrid feeling burned and ate away at you from the inside out, making you feel anxious. It was very scary and unusual.

"Darling, what are you doing? Thinking about genesis?" the mocking velvety baritone whose owner was currently smiling softly at you from behind asked you. A light laugh followed his sentence. Laughter, like a crowd laughing at a joke.

You shook your head. It seemed particularly heavy now. Reflection and thoughts struck your bright, unfilled dark thoughts, head.

"Loki, what is that laugh?" you asked, turning your head to look at him. Loki only raised an eyebrow at your remark and smiled at you again, shaking his head and walking down the stairs towards you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my sweet queen? What are you getting at?" coming up to you and touching your hair with the big hand that did the magic and gently running it through it. You blinked, leaning away from her husband's touch.

You loved his touch. So soft, so tender, so in need of the necessary love, which... What is it? Why can't you remember?

"Loki, honey, can I ask you something?" you could feel his nod as you stared at the dark screen on the off-screen TV. "What happened before we came to Westview? I can't remember, " you said in confusion, turning completely into Loki, who was looking at you with a serious look, frowning.

There was a lonely silence between you and your husband. On the top floor, the children could be heard frolicking and playing among themselves. The tension that weighed down the souls of those in the main room was overwhelming.

"Is this how pregnancy affected you? You know, I'm not an expert, but after this stage in life, girls are very suspicious of their husbands, " Loki smiled charmingly again, sitting down next to you on the blue sofa that sagged under his weight, and hugging you around the neck, kissing you on the cheek. It was a ridiculous kiss, more like a reassuring kiss.

The laughter came again. It was an unusual laugh when you see someone in front of you and they laugh. No, it was a laugh on the echoes of consciousness, which in an endless rhythm only intensified when a "funny" joke was heard. It was suspiciously strange. You felt your hands start to sweat a little.

With your lips pressed tightly together and your teeth biting the inside of your cheek, you stood up, emerging from Loki's pleasant captivity. His hands, which you so loved to touch, had to be left behind, freeing yourself from a pleasant manual captivity.

You loved Loki. He was a very interesting man... No, not a man, but a God, to put it mildly. Your beloved God, who was head over heels in love with you. He was very sarcastic and handsome: that black hair of his, which was now cut short in a perfect style; green eyes, so attentive that nothing escapes them. What can I say here, he's a God.

Grabbing your coat from the hanger and going straight up the stairs and heading straight for the door, wanting to get out and get some fresh air, as well as refresh your obsessive thoughts by going deeper into the thoughts that haunted you even at night.

"Honey, are you going somewhere?" getting up from the sofa, your husband asked obsessively, smiling at you and in an instant, teleporting, being near you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

You mastered your shoulder from his hand, shaking it slightly and not even paying attention to it, opened the door, saying:

"Get some fresh air. Keep an eye on the boys," you muttered as you closed the door behind you, not even bothering to look at your husband, who was standing there with a tense face, looking at you. It's a good thing you didn't notice.

You wanted to get out of this city. Find out what's next. Maybe we can find out from people if they know anything about you, or maybe it's just that you have a terrible memory.

But no, it can't be so terrible that you don't remember anything from the day you and Loki came to this city that seemed like an ideal city. Still, there was something wrong. Something was bothering you.

Deciding not to slow down and just walk towards the end of the city, you began to look around. You didn't walk very far, maybe fifty meters from your house, and everything was fine.

"Hi, Rob!" you shouted to your fool from work, to which he only smiled painfully at you, and your feeling only grew stronger when you saw a tear trickle down his cheek.

We need to get out of this city faster and find out from the people who live nearby if they know what's going on here in Westview.

You didn't remember when this craze to find out what was going on in this town started. Maybe when you haven't seen the kids on the playground for a couple of days in a row? Or when your friend Geraldine left so suddenly that you didn't notice? Or when the children began to grow very quickly? Or maybe when I saw the tears of the residents, when they portrayed happiness?

It was difficult. You couldn't put the details together, and your mind refused to remember your past, which you couldn't just forget. There must have been something, right? Your memories couldn't have started with you coming here with your husband, could they?

You shook your head, looking up and noticing that the main city was gone, leaving only small houses and a road that led off into the distance. Just where the STOP sign is placed. Is travel prohibited for everyone, or just for you and the people of this city?

Suddenly you stopped, clutching your head. No, no, no, what if you're imagining it? What if this is all just a game of your excited mind? Maybe you just made it all up and the people at Westview are really happy?

Squinting at the small house, your eyes only widened in fear, which was reflected in your trembling hands and your herd of goosebumps that ran down your back. The woman stood motionless, as did the man, apparently he was her husband, and she was his wife. They just stared at one point, apparently not even breathing. It was scary to see and you didn't dare approach them.

Looking around and not noticing anyone behind you, only frozen people, you stepped a little further, overcoming the road, noticing a strange, whatever it was, but it looks like a wall or some kind of dome that was blue mixed with green, similar to the colors of magic... Loki?

You knew about Loki's abilities. That he's quite a powerful mage, but could he create this dome? Was he so powerful that you didn't even know it? Your hands trembled, and so did your lower nooba. Your eyes stared at that dome-wall in amazement and tortured fear.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open as you finally put together the details that had previously been a dead weight in your head.

When you touched it with your hand, you felt yourself being pulled in. It became uncomfortable. Now the question of real life was being decided, where you would learn everything about yourself and live in a world where there were no lies, or whether it would be better to stay in a world full of lies, but with your husband. Your hand has wavered in the direction of the false world. What if Loki gets angry? Did you know how evil he can be?

But no, as you said earlier, retreating now was too easy and incomprehensibly simple. To give up is to admit defeat, to remain in a world where you will always be written as a lie.

But Loki...

Shaking your head again, and finally stepping into that dome wall that seemed to shield you from the real world, you felt a pull with your foot and your whole body. So you didn't have to do anything. In any case, you will simply be thrown out of this world, soaked in lies.

As you tried to make your way through this wall with small steps, you felt how thick it was in its width and so high, although it did not bother you. Right now, all that filled my heart was a sense of freedom.

You felt like your mind was being released and memories were coming back to you from before you and Loki moved to New Jersey.

Suddenly, you felt something hit you in the back and you seemed to fly out of this wall right on the green grass with your stomach down. You groaned a little, sitting up and looking around.

There were people standing right next to you, surrounding you and looking at you in disbelief. Behind them were tents and huge body cars that flashed their headlights. Strange faces were looking at you, very worried. Your eyes went over the people very quickly before you said:

"Darcy?" you whispered, squinting against the light. She was the only person who supported you back then. Then? When?

"Y/N?"

"Help me, please save me!" you asked them, seeing how some of them began to approach you with a reliable expression on their faces, apparently wanting to help.

"I don't think you need any help, my dear queen," said a familiar soft and sweet baritone voice behind you, the sound of which your ears enjoyed. Your eyes widened and you felt fear. Inappropriate fear. Your legs are shaking. Your heart began to beat in a loud rhythm in your mind, drowning out everything except Loki's words, which were currently echoing in your head.

***

POV Loki

He did not think that his dear, dear queen would betray him. Didn't you realize that Loki did everything especially for you, wanting to dedicate every part of himself to you? Did he know that this world wasn't safe, and why did he have to create a fictional one based on your favorite TV shows, which he liked to watch with you, wrapped in a blanket on the comfortable sofa in your apartment, which he often visited earlier?

Loki loved you too much. He never wanted to hurt you, only to help you and make you feel needed and in love with someone.

He always thought you needed someone to take care of you. Yes, and take care so that you will feel like a queen. To protect, care for, and trust you, and the most important thing is to show love for you. What he missed so much.

Loki didn't like remembering the past. It was just a dark line that he crossed out when his mother died, whom he loved so much that he did not even notice the bright manipulations on her part. No, for him, she was a savior who protected him from his father's wrath.

Blinking and shifting his bleary gaze to you, his beloved queen, Loki tightened his grip on the missile that had been set upon him and his children. His favorite perfect twin boys that his beloved wife gave birth to.

They were so wonderful. Children are the flowers of life, isn't that what the Midgardians say? It seems to be. The ideal family, such as only happens in the movies, was embodied by Loki in the form of him, his beloved wife and two children.

Throwing a rocket in the direction of S.W.O.R.D., Loki lowered his head, feeling the magic that was green in color form in his hands and that was ready to kill everyone and get out of his personal life.

The contempt for people oozing out of his mouth was as ugly as it could possibly be. His gaze darted in your direction and softened slightly. The sight of you always calmed his raging mind and brought him to his senses. He took a step toward you, grabbing you in a sloppy hug, as if to show his protection.

It was nice for him to look at you. Your soft hair, in which he liked to bury his nose; your beautiful eyes, in which you could drown if you looked at them only once, and in which he was often lost. He saw you pursing your lips, frowning. Were you afraid?

Loki turned his gaze back to the agents, focusing his magic in his left hand. Magic that can cause pain.

"The rocket was a precaution. You can't blame us, Loki, " a loud male voice shouted. He didn't know him. But most likely it was the director. Loki's brow furrowed as he tightened his grip on you, doing nothing but protect you. He won't let the agents take you away. For too long, he had been alone, wandering the worlds.

"I don't think so. This is my last warning," as if a growl had escaped Loki's lips and the magic had only intensified, instilling the fear he so fiercely enjoyed. "Stay out of my house," the house he was so happy to have. A home where everyone loves him and waits for him. A house where he is respected. The house he missed. "You won't touch me, and I won't touch you," he warned, eager to get out of here and talk to his wife. They would have to have a long conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You're holding the whole city hostage, " the unknown man shouted at Loki, to which Loki only curled his lip. Contemptuously. Didn't they understand that he just wanted to be happy? That he just wants to be alone with his beloved and his children?

"I'm not the one with the weapon," Loki warned him, feeling the arm he held around you tighten slightly, and the magic only increased its power. She seemed ready to destroy everything he could see. But right now, he had you, his beloved queen, at his side, who calmed him down with just an unobtrusive presence.

"But you're in control!" a commanding voice was heard. This time it was a woman. Out of the corner of his eye, Loki watched the expression on his beloved queen's face.

"Geraldine?" ah, what a gentle and quiet voice.

"Are you still here?" the man arched an eyebrow significantly, kissing you in the hair and looking with a withering look at the ex-girlfriend of his wife, who insinuated herself into the trust and into the affairs of his family.

"Loki... I didn't know the drones were armed. But you know that, don't you?" slowly approaching him and you, the woman said in a soothing voice, like a doctor talking to his sick patient. Loki always knew there was something wrong with her. She was too suspicious. "The city is full of civilians, but you, God, have brought an S.W.O.R.D. agent into your home," Loki frowned. The blood surged in his veins. He knew that at some point, he just wouldn't hold back. "I helped your wife give birth to your children," she looked at you, and you reflected her gaze with a look of hope. Do you want to leave him? "And on some level, you realize that I'm your ally. I want to help you, " she said in a trusting tone, and Loki slightly reduced the pressure of his magic that oozed from his thin fingers.

"How? What can you offer me?" he knew what she would say. There was no answer to that question. It was all reduced to one thing. The family Loki needed.

"What do you want?" the woman asked, standing in the background with the man who had spoken to him earlier, as if taking a manipulative pose.

"I already have everything. And no one will ever take that away again," Loki muttered, releasing a large stream of energy from his hands, forcing himself to control the minds of his subordinates and aim the scope at the director of S.W.O.R.D.

Turning around, Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it in a painful grip and helping you turn around. He saw how you tried to resist and remove his intrusive hands and touch, to which the man himself only tightened his grip on you, pushing you into a false world.

[youngjusticestories]

Jealous Much

I've been binge watching a lot of my favorite old shows from when I was growing up and I came across a scene from episode 19 of Victorious. The scene was when Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade were at a new karaoke place when two girls started flirting with the boys and Jade got jealous and challenged them to a singing battle. I got inspired from that and wrote this based on it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Word Count: 2134

"Come on (Y/n), were going to be late." You heard Dick call from downstairs where he was waiting for you finish getting ready to meet up with Wally and Artemis. "Are you ever patient with anything you do with me Dick?" You asked him playfully while coming down the stairs ready to get going.

"Most likely not because of how much time you always take to get ready for small things." He said with a smug smirk appearing on his face. "Its not my fault that It is not easy for me to look good with as much little effort as you." Dick put a hand to his heart and pretended to act offended by your comment.

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards the front door with Dick following right behind you. He opened the door for you while grabbing the car keys from out of his leather jacket's pocket. "Guessing by the time we get to the place Wally has already eaten everything they have on the menu."

"Probably knowing him, he would have done it in the first 5 minutes of being there." He said before bending down to kiss you on the head softly. "Let's hope Artemis can stop him from eating that much then." You said getting in Dick's brand new car.

The both of you drove to the location for a much needed day off with Artemis and Wally from the hero work. You loved helping people but sometimes you need a break from everything that is going on in your life right now.

"How are things going at Wayne Enterprises?" You asked him out of curiosity from him know being the new CEO of the company. "Things are going very smoothly but I feel like I have big shoes to fill since Bruce retired so early."

You gave Dick a reassuring smile as he continued his drive to the the brand new restaurant all four of you have wanted to check out since seeing the opening a few weeks ago when catching up with one another. Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that you phone had started to buzz in your right hand.

"Hey babe, you might want to check who is calling you at the moment." Dick said trying to regain your attention while still having his eyes straight on the road driving. You snapped out of your very thoughts and looked down to see Artemis's caller ID shine bright across your phone screen while still buzzing from you not answering the call.

You pressed the green answer button and brought your phone to your ear but flinched when you heard Artemis basically screaming at you through the speaker. "(Y/n) where are you and Dick we have been waiting for you guys to arrive here for the last 15 minutes straight!" Artemis sounded very annoyed with you and Dick just from her tone of voice when she was using to speak with you.

"We're stuck in traffic right now, but I promise we will get there in the next 10 minutes." You said with a promising tone in your voice. "You better be because i don't know how much longer I can hold Wally off from swallowing this whole place." Once she finished that sentence you could hear Wally say something about how rude Artemis was for saying that about him. The call ended after that  and you went to looking out of the window of the car.

"(Y/n) we're here now so lets get going before Artemis comes outside and beats our asses for being late." Dick said while trying to shake you to get out of your daydreaming and get out of the car. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice." You replied to him while quickly shutting the car door behind you.

When you were both at the front door Dick took the handle and opened it for you while saying "Here you are my precious lady." You started to giggle at his playfulness and decided to play along with his little game. "Why thank you my good sir" You said while pretending to courtesy to him for his actions. Both of you only got a few steps into the place before spotting Wally and Artemis already at the booth all of you reserved for the rest of day.

"There you guys are I thought you both would never arrive here by the the time (Y/n) said you would be here soon because she always lies about that." Wally said to you while never taking his eyes off his own menu looking at all of the food options. "And I see you still won't change Wally." You said while rolling your eyes at his terrible comment at you.

All of you took your seats and decide what you wanted to order for your meal. "i am gonna go get the drinks what do you all you want to drink?" Artemis asked everyone at the table. "I'll take a water" Dick said rather quickly knowing exactly what he wanted. "I will have one too" Wally pitched in on what he wanted to drink with his meal.

You were looking at the menu, but nothing you could see was what you wanted for a drink so you Artemis "Can I go with you to see if there are any drinks I would like?" Artemis said yes so the both of you went to the drink stand to see what the place had to offer for the moment of time.

"Dick can you explain now since the girls are gone now why you and (Y/n) can never make it to a place on time?" Wally asked while glancing at his phone from time to time. "You know how (Y/n) is when getting ready to go." Dick said with a look that says she is killing me with that habit of hers. "Yeah I know how she is but you love her no matter what happens." Wally said with a bright smile showing on his face.

"Yeah (Y/n) really is amazing and I love her but man she kills me sometimes, but I'm guessing you have your fair share of pet peeves when your dating Artemis yourself." Dick said giving him a very questioning look at his redhead best friend. "Don't you even get me started on her, she drives me crazy but that's what I love about her." The boys went on with their conversation while having no idea of being watched by some ladies across the room from them.

"Oh my god Amelia look over at those two guys at that table they look so hot!" Rosa gushed to her friend about how hot those guys were that she never even spoke to. "I know I see that Rosa but that guy with dark raven hair looks yummy to me." Amelia said before taking a sip of her coke from her glass. "I know but just look at that redhead he looks like he knows what to do when we are along together." Rosa added a playful wink to her comment as Amelia choked on her drink after hearing what her friend just said to her.

"Rosa control yourself we are in a public building with people around us at every corner you look at." Amelia scolded her friend on her inappropriate behavior when dining out to a place to eat. "Your no better Amelia with you saying about how yummy a guy is without even ever meeting him before" Rosa shot back at her friend's scolding.

The two friends constantly went back and forth for a few minutes before finally decided to talk to the the guys both of them were staring at from earlier. "What happens if they reject us Amelia in front of everyone here that's eating?" Rosa said while panicking about the worst results that could happen to the both of them.

"Nothing will wrong I promise just look at how hot we both are those guys won't be able to take their off us for the rest of the day." Amelia said trying to reassure her friend about talking to them. "I know but maybe we just don't go up to them after all." Rosa said while slopping down in her seat. "Come on when are we ever gonna see guys this hot ever again this is our chance we can't screw it up, Rosa." Amelia declared by dragging Rosa over to the two guys sitting at their table having a conversation.

Wally could see from the angle he was at while talking to Dick could see two girls looking the same age as them coming over to their booth. "Oh shit Dick I think some girls are coming over to us right now." Wally said in a very low whisper trying not to draw attention to himself. "Why does this always happen when will all go out in public and where are (Y/n) and Artemis right now?" Dick groaned out.

"Just go for it Rosa nothing will go wrong just come along." Amelia said when she finally finished Rosa over to the guy's table. Both of the girls saw the two guys stop their conversation together and went to look at the strangers right in front of their table. The two girls sat down next to both of them without even saying a word to them.

Artemis and you were walking back from the drink stand with all your guys drinks and saw two girls putting there hands all over Wally and Dick." I'm going to kill wally when I get over there." Artemis said with a glare on her face while still walking over to the table. The closer you got to the table you could see how uncomfortable Dick was in this moment. You have always know Dick to be a sweet caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings so you know how he was feeling.

"We're back with the drinks you two." You said calmly as you could after seeing what is going on right now with your boyfriend and a random girl. You and Artemis set the drinks on the table with the girls still touching Wally and Dick. "Excuse could you move so I can have my seat back?" You asked politely to the girl was glaring daggers at you from where you were standing up.

"No I'm sorry I started to get to know this handsome man over here" She purred out in a sultry tone trying to seduce Dick. You started to laugh at her actions because you know Dick would never leave you because he follows you like a lost puppy everywhere you go. Both of the girls gave you a weird looking but went back to trying to seduce the boys.

"You better get your hands off my boyfriend in the 5 minutes or you won't have hands anymore." Artemis said giving a very threatening look to the girl who was roaming her hands all over Wally and she didn't like it one bit.  "If I don't what are you gonna do about it blondie." Rosa almost shouted at Artemis.

You could tell that Artemis was furious at the comment she just heard about herself. It was one thing to touch her boyfriend but if you make a comment about her hair fists are about to be flying in this place. "No need to get angry right now lets just get our seats back and we can all just forget this ever happened" You said trying to calm down Artemis from how pissed off she was.

The Rosa girl that was sitting next to Wally went running from the table because of how afraid she was of Artemis. The way Dick pushed the girl out of the booth was the funniest  thing you saw since the last time Bruce tripped down the stairs of the bat cave.You could hear mutter under her breath about how much of a bitch you guys were.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and catching up with one another. When you and Dick were heading out of the door you were pulled by the air and brought into a passionate kiss on his soft lips. "You should be jealous more it looks beautiful on you." Dick said smugly pulling you over to the car with a very red blush coating your cheeks.

[gyll-yee-haw]

The Assistant

Quentin Beck smut

Prompt (requested): Quentin finds out that his cute new assistant (the one who loves to tease and be a little brat to him) is a virgin... and he's got plans for her.

Warnings: lots of teasing and dirty talk, idk if it has more degradation or praising, I like to mix it lol.... mentions of losing your virginity, unprotected sex and a surprisingly soft daddy Quentin

Like 3k words

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From the minute you stepped into that lab, you had Quentin's attention.

He thought you were the prettiest little thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't allow distractions, so he never really gave you too much attention, just left you there doing your job.

The thing is that you were brilliant at it. There was no way he could ignore your presence.

As time passed, you kept impressing him… And he became kinda obsessed with you.

He thought about you more than he should.

He got jealous whenever he saw another employee talking to you (maybe they mysteriously got fired after).

So he asked one of your coworkers to get really close to you., and find out as many information as possible from you. Like what you liked to do on your free time, what were your ambitions… or if you were single. If he found out you weren't, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you to be.

But he didn't have to waste any time on planning something against your partner's life cause you didn't have one, and he was relieved to hear that.

But those aren't even the best news he got that day

He also heard from your coworker after a small party you attended to that weekend (with a little drinking and a few games) that you were still a virgin. He lost his mind at the thought of you being his and ONLY his. No other man had ever had the privilege to touch you.

Now he had to make you his.

So you were promoted to his personal assistant.

You were thrilled. Not only because you got a better job, but you had this HUGE admiration for Quentin, and being able to get closer to him was amazing.

On the first days, he just showered you in questions. And the better he knew you, the more fascinated he grew.

But you were a little confused. Didn't seem right for your boss to be asking so many personal questions. Sometimes, his questions seemed to have a double meaning. And you knew Quentin was way too smart to not notice that. So the only way you had to find out what he really wanted was playing his game.

One day, you were at his office, and both of you were minding your own business, but you decided that the teasing would start that day.

So your eyes focused on him until he noticed it, and when he looked back at you, they would quickly go back to your computer.

One time was enough to make him suspicious, but after the third one, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, making your heart race.

Pissing him off was exciting, but you knew it was also very dangerous.

"No, sir, I'm sorry." You lied, without taking your eyes off your computer screen.

You started slowly. That was only the first day. On the next ones, you started going a little further. Like smiling at him when he caught you staring. Or asking your own suggestive questions.

Like this one time, when you walked into his office and walked towards his desk, standing beside it until he finally acknowledged your presence.

"Can I help you?" He sighed, looking at you. He was getting tired of your games. He was so confused. You looked pretty innocent by the way you answered to his questions, but there was something in your eyes that made him doubt that.

"Yes, Mr. Beck." You bit your lip, trying to control your smirk as you carefully planned your next words. "I was wondering if I look okay to you."

He raised his eyebrows and waited for you to explain yourself, so you continued:

"I mean… now that I'm your assistant, people will see me next to you all the time. I know you never mentioned anything, sir, but do you think the way I dress is okay?"

That was the first time in a while someone left him speechless like that.

"I appreciate how much you care about your job, Y/N." He finally replied. "If you're worried about that, I could get you some money to buy new clothes."

You didn't expect that at all, you were just teasing him.

"Thank you, sir… but does that mean you don't think I'm pretty now?" You used a sweet, sad tone.

"No, I think you're so fucking pretty." He looked at your body in a way that made you a little shy. "And I don't really care what you're wearing. If you want my sincere opinion, honey, you should wear a lot less than that."

You pressed your thighs together at those words. This was all about driving HIM crazy, but he always found a way to be on control. And he noticed how he made you feel, of course he did.

"You look so eager to be a great assistant." He chuckled darkly. "You would do anything I asked you to, wouldn't you?"

You nodded with no hesitation.

"Good girl." He smiled and caressed you cheek with his finger. "Go back to work, then."

You were in shock. You were frozen beside him trying to process everything. You wanted him so bad, you wouldn't be able to focus on work now. But you walked back to your desk, cause what other choice did you have?

Well, you weren't giving up now.

On the very next day, every single pair of eyes landed on you when you walked into that building.

You were wearing the shortest skirt you could find. And one of those shirts that were a little transparent, with a cute little lace bra under it. Red lipstick. It was impossible not to look.

Quentin was furious. He was possessive, and now everyone was talking about "his girl".

5 minutes after you arrived you were already yelled at. He wanted you in his office. Immediately.

When you walked in, you shivered at his state. He was so angry, and he always looked so hot like that. Sitting on his chair, a hand closed on a fist on his table, his eyes looking at a distant spot… you could almost see that inside his head there was nothing but madness.

"What do you think you're doing?" He sighed, trying to control his anger. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"Well, sir… yesterday you said that you wanted me to wear less clothes. I just wanted to please you."

"Please me?" He thought for a second. "Come closer."

Seemed like a pretty dangerous thing to do, but there was no turning back now.

When you got close enough, he pulled you by the arm, forcing you to sit on his lap, which made you gasp.

"I know you're not stupid, Y/N. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were." He said, running his hand through your thigh. "So why are you doing this? Do you want attention?"

"Yes, sir." You bit your lip as his hand travelled now between your thighs.

"You wanted my attention?" He chuckled. "Well, but I don't want other people looking at my things. Wanting my things…"

He was treating you like just another prize he won and you couldn't understand why you were okay with that. Or why you would be anything he wanted you to be.

"Maybe I should fire you." He said, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"No, sir, please… I can be useful to you." You begged.

"I know you can. And you will." He said as his hand got closer and closer to where you needed it, but never actually there.

You were on fire, you just wanted to rub yourself on his thigh, but you were afraid to move unless he asked you to.

"Now come on." He said, forcing you to stand up. "Let's go to your place. We'll get you changed."

"I don't want to go." You muttered.

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows.

"We have work to do." You explained. "And there is nothing wrong with the way I am dressed."

He immediately grabbed you by the neck and said: "We are going to your place right now."

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You were thrilled. One more time. Life beside Quentin was never boring.

The drive back to your place was silent. Your eyes were glued to the way he was holding the wheel a lot tighter than he had to. His forearms were so tense. Absolutely beautiful.

The moment you walked into your place, you went directly to your bedroom and he followed you.

"Do I have to change in front of you?" You asked sarcastically. "To make sure you'll approve it?"

"Enough." He sighed. "Why are you acting like a fucking brat? You used to be such a good girl for me…"

You didn't have an answer to give him. Cause you wanted attention? Not really, you had that already. You were doing that simply because it was fun.

"You know what? You don't have to go back with me. You're fired."

"No, sir, don't do that, please!" Your eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, just give me a chance, I will be good again, I promise…"

"I don't usually give people a second chance, you know that." He shrugged. "But it would be a shame to lose you, I have to admit that."

His eyes traveled your body as he walked in circles, trying to make up his mind. You were paralyzed. Not that you were obsessed with your job, but you kinda were with your boss. You knew he wouldn't want to see you ever again.

"I will give you one last chance…" He decided. "If you prove that you're loyal to me. Not to the company, to me. You know you're over qualified to be only an assistant… and I have bigger plans for you."

"I would do anything for you, sir." You nodded eagerly.

"Now that's my good girl." He chuckled and stood in front of you. He leaned closer and placed his hand on your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. "My pretty girl."

That man had some kind of power over you that didn't allow you to think straight. Even when you thought you could play him, he found a way to be on control. All you knew was that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. And before you could think twice, you enjoyed the proximity to kiss him.

You thought he would push you away and leave you there alone and needy, but the fact was that he was holding himself back since the minute you walked into his office that day. So he kissed you back. It was a hungry, messy kiss. His hands quickly went to your waist and pulled you against his body.

He guided you towards your bed without breaking the kiss.

"Not exactly what I had in mind." He chuckled. "But you never fooled me. I always knew you weren't innocent."

You lay on your bed and he climbed on top of you.

"Mr. Beck…" You got a little nervous when you realized how far things had gone. "I have never done this before."

"I know, baby." He said on his sweetest tone. "But I'm gonna take care of you, okay? I'll be good for you. There's no need to be scared. Also, there's no need to call me Mr. Beck here. Call me whatever you want, okay?"

You hesitated for a second, then you whispered the most innocent "daddy" he had ever heard in his entire life.

"Fuck, what did you just say?" He grabbed your chin and forced you to repeat it right to his face, to make sure it was real.

"Can I call you daddy?" You asked nervously.

"God fucking damnit, Y/N." He visibly lost his mind. "Now you can't call me anything else ever again."

"Daddy." You smiled at the effect that little word had on him.

"Yes, babygirl." He slid his hand under your skirt, but this time he didn't tease as much as before, stroking you over your underwear. "Now daddy's gonna make you feel so good."

You bit your lip and nodded. That could be considered a permission for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

So he helped you remove all of your clothes. He removed his shirt too, but he had to stop and take a moment to admire you. No man in the world had ever looked at you like that. With that much lust. That look on his eyes alone would be enough to make you want him, but the sigh of his shirtless chest was something else too.

His hands travelled your body and ended up on your chest, and he decided to dedicate a few minutes to your boobs.

You were starting to think that he planned on fucking you back in his office, but he changed his mind cause he wanted to take his time with you. So ending up in your bedroom had absolutely nothing to do with the clothes you were wearing. Actually, Quentin would love to show you off. He was only mad cause you turned him on that much at the wrong place and time.

But part of you wished he would have finished this at his office, because you couldn't stand this anymore. He played with your nipples until you were desperate for him to fuck you.

"Daddy, please." You begged, pressing your thighs together.

"Please, what?" He smirked at your state.

"Need you inside me so bad." You admitted.

"Do you, honey?" His hands left your boobs and went to your thighs, forcing them open. His fingers started to stroke your folds and you gasped. "Fuck, babygirl. You really do. Look at how fucking wet you are. All for me."

He shoved two fingers inside you at once, making you moan loudly.

"So thigh, princess. Can't wait to stretch you open with my cock. Is that what you want?" He asked, and you nodded eagerly. "Beg for it just a little more. You wouldn't have to if you weren't such a little brat earlier... now you have to earn it."

"I'm sorry, daddy." Your hips bucked as he rubbed your clit so hard. "I won't be a brat anymore, I will be good now."

"Hm." He muttered uninterested and kept rubbing you.

"Daddy… I'm gonna-" You started to feel your orgasm building in your belly because of how good he was touching you and the things he was saying.

"No, you're not." He stopped everything. The look of betrayal on your face was hilarious to him. "Not until you beg."

"Please, daddy, please." You obeyed. "I need your cock, I promise I'll be loyal to you forever, but please…"

He didn't want to give up so soon. Maybe it was because of the tears in your eyes, or that fact that he was painfully hard that made him break.

But you were relieved when you saw him taking off the rest of his clothes. And you couldn't even describe how you felt when you saw his cock.

He placed it on your entrance and started to kiss you again, before he finally entered you. You cried out from pain and pleasure. He started to move slowly.

"Daddy is always gonna give you what you need, as long as you deserve it, honey." He told you as he kissed your neck. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"So big, daddy, so good." You smiled at him. "So good."

"You sound so dumb right now, you little slut." He chuckled.

That was definitely the last thing you expected sex with Quentin to be like. So smiley. Sweet on it's own way. Maybe because it was your first time. Maybe he had a heart after all.

After he was sure you were ready, he started going faster and harder. It was heaven. Didn't take too long for your to feel your orgasm building from where it was brutally interrupted before.

"Daddy, please… can I cum now?" You begged, which pleased him very much. He didn't even have to ask this time.

"Yes, babygirl, cum on daddy's cock before I fill you up, come on." He told you.

The thought of him coming inside you was enough to bring you to the edge. You came so hard, because you needed that for so long. Quentin couldn't decide what was hotter: your face, your moans or the way you held him tightly while your walls clenched around him.

And he kept his promise, spilling himself inside of you a few seconds later.

He kept his cock inside you and brought his hand to your face, caressing it slowly.

"I'm your first and the only man you'll ever have." He whispered. "You're mine now. You were mine since the day you walked into that office for the first time."

"I'm yours." You agreed. "And you're my daddy."

"Right, I'm your daddy." He chuckled. "I have huge plans for you, babygirl…"

[ves-is-writing-bnha-again]

Just Like That (Hitoshi Shinsou)

@myherowritings​ this is all your fault. You knew this was coming. If you haven’t read her “You Suck At Gaming” series do it. You won’t be disappointed I promise.

Summary: Y/n needed some help learning how to not suck at gaming. Shinsou is willing to help. 

Warnings: Smut. Plain and Simple. Little bit of plot if you squint.

“So you’ll really help me?” You asked, looking up at the purple haired man in front of you.

“Of course.” He replied with a lazy smirk.

You two had decided to meet up at a cafe. It wasn’t a very popular one so not a lot of people went to it meaning neither of you would be recognized.

Your eyes lit up at his response, “Great! So when do you think we could meet up again?”

“When are you next available?” He asked you, taking a sip of his black coffee (fight me) as he leaned back in his seat. You unlocked your phone and looked at your calendar. 

“Um I have a livestream with Denki tomorrow but we could meet up at my place after if you want?” You offered and he nodded, “Yeah, I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow.” He agreed and you grinned.

“Yay!” You cheered and he let out a short laugh, “You are almost way too cheerful.” He said and you stuck your tongue out at him, “Just cause you’re a grumpy eboy all the time doesn’t mean other people can’t be happy.”

“I’m not an eboy.”

“Okay fine. As I said on Twitter. Daddy it is then.”

“Alright then, kitten.”

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“So, Y/n got any plans after I leave or are you gonna be lonely like you always are.” Denki joked during you guys’ livestream.

“Actually Shinsou’s coming over to help me get better at gaming.” You stated and Denki choked on his tea.

“What?” He said between coughs.

“I said what I said.” You told him as you pat his back. He finally stopped coughing and cleared his throat, “You sure he’s coming over to help you with gaming? He doesn’t have any… hidden intentions?” He asked, winking at you and nudging you suggestively.

You gasped, slapping his arm lightly, “It is nothing like that. I asked him to help me and he agreed plain and simple.”

“Yeah, he agreed but how do you know he didn’t agree in hopes of getting something else in return?” Denki asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows over the side of his mug as he sipped his tea.

“Well would you look at the time! It’s been an hour and a half! Livestream is now over goodbye Denki!” You said, shoving him off the couch right as he set down the mug.

You waved and said goodbye to everyone watching before ending the stream and putting everything away.

“You can deny it all you want Y/n but I can tell that gaming isn’t the only thing that will happen with you two. Alone. Here in this empty apartment. Just the two of you. Nobody to bother you.” He said, laughing as you pushed him towards the door.

“Bye!” You said, slamming the door in his face. You could hear him cackling as he left. His laughter growing quieter as he moved farther away.

You grabbed the empty mug up off the coffee table and went over to the kitchen to rinse it out.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.

Thinking it was Denki being a dumbass and he probably forgot something, you swung the door open.

Only it wasn’t Denki. It was Shinsou.

“Why was Kaminari laughing when he saw me?” He asked suspiciously, thinking that maybe you two were talking about him.

“Oh  don’t worry about him, he’s an idiot. Please come in.” You smiled at him as you moved out of the way for him to enter.

He came in and saw that the couch was still a bit of a mess from you and Denki being stupid earlier

“You two have fun?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you came over to him.

“Uh yeah. We literally just ended the stream less than ten minutes ago so I still haven’t completely cleaned up yet.” You said, sighing as you looked at the mess. Most of it being Denki’s fault, but he bailed instead of helping you clean. Granted, you shoved him out of your apartment, but he never offered to try and come back in to help.

“Well you can focus on that later. Where else can we do this?” He asked you and you paused for a second.

“Uhh… the only other console I have is in my room…” You said and he shrugged, “Well let’s go up there than.” He said.

You nodded and started heading towards the stairs, him following close behind.

Denki’s words started floating around in your head suddenly.

‘I can tell that gaming isn’t the only thing that will happen with you two’

You shook your head slightly to get rid of the thoughts. He was helping you get better at gaming. He was only here to help you.

Right?

“You’ve been quiet.” Shinsou said suddenly and you jumped a bit, “Sorry, just thinking about something.” You replied.

He eyed you for a second, “Something? Or someone?” He asked, that same lazy smirk from yesterday reappearing on his face.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” You told him with a smile as you opened the door to your room, “Anyway here we are. Console is right there.” You said, pointing at the console that sat on your tv stand across from your bed.

He sat down at the edge of your bed as you turned on the tv and console and grabbed two controllers before sitting down next to him.

“Let’s start with Overwatch. Since that was the one you sucked at the most.” He said with that same damn smirk on his face.

“Okay.” You said, luckily the game was already in, since you had forgotten to take it out.

“You started up a match and within ten minutes not only had you killed about half your team mates, but you died as well.

Shinsou huffed in amusement, “Wow you suck even more in person.” He stated and you pouted, “It’s not my fault the game is hard.” You said in defense.

“Let me see that for a moment.” He said before taking the controller from you. He started up a new match and twenty minutes later he won. He looked at you with a cocky smile, “Didn’t seem that hard to me.” He teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Eboy…” You muttered, “What was that?” He asked, starting up a new round, “Nothing.” You said, watching as he killed the other team with ease.

The round ended a few minutes later and he handed you the controller.

“Come here” He said, patting his leg.

“What?” You asked him incredulously.

“Come here. It’s easier to show you what buttons to press if you’re sitting on my lap.” He said.

You hesitated for a second. Denki’s words floating around in your head again before you thought to yourself ‘fuck it’ 

You moved over to him and he pulled you onto his lap and had you sit so that you were both facing the tv.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, putting his hands over yours on the controller.

He started explaining the buttons and what to press when, but you couldn’t focus cause holy shit he was warm.

You were so distracted that you didn’t hear him calling you.

“Y/n.” He said, nudging you. You snapped out of your daze, “Huh?” You asked and he huffed, “Were you even listening?” He asked and you nodded quickly, “Yeah I was.” You lied. You were definitely not listening.

He stared at you for a second before smirking, “Alright then. Let’s start a new match and see how you do.” He said and before you could protest he had already started it.

You died within two minutes.

“Hmm seems you weren’t listening like you said you were huh kitten?” He asked, looking at you, knowing fully well you lied.

“I was listening! I just…panicked.” You claimed.

“Is that so kitten? You weren’t…distracted?” He asked, leaning closer to the side of your face. You could feel your face heating up at how close he was.

Your lack of response seemed to amuse yet annoy him at the same time, “Well? Aren;t you going to defend your pride like you usually do?” He asked smugly, knowing fully well what he was doing to you.

“Umm let’s…let’s do another round.” You said, voice slightly shaky, “Can you…can you explain everything again?” You asked him and he grinned, “Of course.” He said and went over the buttons again. This time you actually listened. Kind of.

Another round started and this time your were actually doing a decent job of not killing your team mates or dying.

Just as you were shooting at one of the enemies you felt something brush between your legs. You jumped slightly, since you weren’t expecting it, and you heard a really quiet groan come from Shinsou but when you looked at him he was still looking at the tv with a straight face.

When you looked back at the screen you realized you had died.

“Looks like you lost again Kitten.” He said as he looked at you and you pouted, “You distracted me!” You argued and he smirked, “I did no such thing.” He said, watching the annoyance start to show on your face.

“Yes you did! You….you…” You said but started to trail off, too embarrassed to say it.

“Did what? This?” He asked before brushing against you again, causing you to gasp slightly as his smirk grew.

“Yes that. Don’t do that it’s distracting.” You said, voice shaking again.

“Why? Do you like it? Is that why it’s distracting?” He asked, taking two fingers and lightly rubbing you over your jeans.

You jolted slightly as a whimper escaped your lips.

“Shinsou please.” You whined as he leaned closer to your neck, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked and you shook your head, “No.”

“Well then.” He suddenly stopped and you whined, “Let’s do another much and if you do well I’ll keep going.” He said, leaving a light kiss on your neck.

“Go on.” He said, hitting start on the game and a new match started loading.

“Shinsou-” “Shhhh don’t worry kitten I won’t leave you hanging.” He said as the match started. Although you were trembling slightly, you did manage to last longer than before, especially since Shinsou refrained from touching you this time.

Granted, you still died, but you did put up a decent fight, and apparently Shinsou thought that was good enough. That or he was just getting impatient.

His hand found itself between your legs again and this time he applied more pressure than before. You squealed slightly and whimpered.

“You did such a good job kitten.” He said, peppering kisses along your neck.

Your hips bucked slightly against his fingers, causing you to grind against him, but you weren’t paying much attention. At least not until you noticed the growing bulge pressing against you.

You ground aginst him again and he groaned before wrapping his other arm tightly around your waist, holding you in place so you couldn’t move.

His lips moved up to your ear, “You’re a naughty little kitten aren’t you? Rubbing yourself against me like that. Are you that desperate kitten? Are you that desperate for me to touch you?” He asked lowly and you whimpered.

“Shinsou please.” You begged and you felt more pressure. 

“Shit kitten I love hearing you talk like that.” He groaned.

He started unbuttoning your jeans and the second he did so he slipped his hand in and started rubbing circles on your clit over your underwear. You whined and moaned softly.

“Do you like that kitten?” He asked you, his warm breath fanning on your ear.

You nodded, not trusting your words. His left arm kept you from moving still and you gripped it with your hand as the other held on to his right wrist as he applied more pressure.

Suddenly he stopped.

“No!” You cried as he removed his arm from around your waist.

“Stand up.” He demanded and you looked at him, confused, “What?” You asked, still slightly dazed.

“Stand up for me kitten.” He stated and you did so, your legs shaking slightly as you stood in front of him.

He turned you around and unzipped your jeans the rest of the way before sliding them down your legs. He glanced at your black lace underwear for a second and noticed they were soaked.

“Fuck kitten you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He said, running the tips of his fingers up the sides of your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down your legs.

You kicked them off along with your jeans and he looked at you, “Shirt.” He said and you already knew what he meant.

Slipping your shirt over your head, you felt his warm hands run across your sides as he reached behind you to unclip your bra before discarding that with the rest of your clothing.

“Fuck.” He breathed as his eyes scanned over you. 

“Come here.” He said, moving farther up your bed to your pillows, motioning for you to join him.

Climbing onto the bed with him he grabbed your hips and moved you to hover over his lap before he guided you farther up as he laid down until you were hovering over his face.

He looked up at you for a brief moment to make sure you were okay with it before leaning forward and licking a long stripe up your slit.

You let out a loud moan and gripped the headboard as he lapped at your slit.

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked harshly causing you to run you hand through his hair and tug on it. He groaned at that as his hands tightened their grip on your hips to keep you from moving. The vibrations from him caused you to moan again as he sucked at your clit, occasionally going down and slipping into your heat before coming back up.

You felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance before slipping in and you whined at the intrusion. 

He started a fast pace, adding in another one as he went. Then another. You were shaking at this point. He curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and you jolted as he brushed against that one special spot and you saw stars.

You were groaning and saying his name like a mantra and it was like music to her ears. He kept his relentless pace, not giving you a chance to calm down, and when you started clenching around his fingers he knew you were close. He started sucking more harshly at your clit as his fingers moved more rapidly inside you, bringing you closer and closer until you released all over his fingers and face with a squeal.

He moved you off of him and pinned you to the bed, “Did you think we were finished?” He asked lowly as he scanned over you again. You were panting heavily as a very thin layer of sweat made your skin glisten slightly.

He sat up on his knees, pulling off his shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room before standing and undoing the belt on his jeans and sliding them off leaving him in his black boxers.

You sat up as he took them off before coming back to you. Before he could get back on the bed, you stopped him.

He looked at you questioningly for a second before groaning at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him. You were amazed at his size and wondered how the hell he would even fit considering your fingers weren’t even touching.

Without any warning you leaned forward and licked the tip lightly causing him to groan slightly. He weaved his fingers into your hair and tugged on it as you wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking slightly as your hand stayed wrapped around the base. Your other hand came up to rest against his thigh and pull him closer to you as you lowered your head, taking more of him into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly but kept going until your nose brushed against him.

Gagging slightly, you started bobbing your head, hallowing your cheeks as you rested both hands on the back of his thighs to keep him in place, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

His hand tugged harder on your hair and you moaned which caused him to do the same.

“Oh fuck kitten just like that. Just like that baby. Fuck.” He said, his hips bucking into your mouth slightly as his other hand weaved through your hair.

You looked up at him to see his head was leaning back as his eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were parted.

You hummed around him which caused him to curse as he gripped the back of your head and start bucking his hips more.

You held onto his thighs tight to keep your balance as he practically fucked your mouth.

“Fuuuck kitten.” He moaned as his hips thrusted more.

He managed to open his eyes and look at you.

“Look at you kitten.” He panted as his thumb stroked your cheek, “You look so pretty sucking my cock like that. It makes me wonder how you’ll look when I stuff it in your little pussy later.” He groaned and you nearly came at his words alone.

“Is that- oh fuck- what you want kitten? You want me to..hah.. stuff you with my cock? Rail you into the mattress and fill you up with my cum? Would you like that?” He asked, panting heavily between each sentence. You moaned around him and he smirked, “I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

He pulled himself out of your mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and his tip.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back kitten.” He demanded and you scrambled up and onto the bed, doing exactly as he said. He climbed over you so his face was level with yours.

He placed one hand on the back of your neck and pulled you up into a deep kiss before pulling away, “My kitten.” He said as he lined himself up before thrusting in completely.

Your head fell back as your lips parted in a silent scream as he as he gave you a few seconds to adjust then began a fast pace.

His hands gripped your hips and you were sure there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care as his hips snapped harshly into yours.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, bring him closer to you as your arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

“Shinsou.” You whined as you buried your face into his neck.

“Hitoshi.” He panted, “Please call me that.” He begged as one arm came up to lay next to your head.

“Hitoshi!” You cried and he cursed.

You didn’t think it was possible but he started going faster after you said his name and moaned louder when he hit a spot you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, There! Right there! Please!” You begged and he angled his hips so he’d keep hitting it.

All that could be heard was the echoes of moans, groans, and skin slapping against skin.

You gripped his back, scratching down it causing him to hiss slightly in pain but it was quickly forgotten about as he pounded you into the mattress just like he said he would. He started leaving hickeys on your neck, taking advantage of the space provided from your head being thrown back as you cried out.

He suddenly sat up and gripped your hips tighter than before as he thrusted into you at a different angle which caused him to go deeper.

Your moans encouraged him to keep going as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Fuck kitten you’re so damn tight.” He panted, “You look so pretty stuffed with my cock. I could get used to seeing you like this.” He said, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

He reached down and rubbed at your clit again which caused you to clench around him which left him breathless for a moment.

You whimpered, “Hitoshi fuck I’m so close. Please.” You begged and he grinned smugly, “Are you gonna cum kitten? Are you gonna cum around my cock like a good little kitten?” He asked, his thrusts becoming irregular as he got closer himself.

“Yes! Yes, please let me cum please!” You cried and his grin widened.

“Come on kitten. Cum for me.” He cooed as he kept thrusting harshly into you.

You clenched around him tighter than ever as you came with a scream and cry of his name. He gripped your hips as tight as possible as he buried himself in you as far as he could go and unloaded inside you, making you feel warm.

He kept thrusting lightly, easing both of you down from your high before pulling out of you, watching his cum drip out of you slightly before getting up and finding your bathroom, which he had seen earlier, and coming back with a wet washcloth.

He cleaned you up and picked you up, placing you back down so your head was laying on the pillows and threw a blanket over you. He climbed in on the other side and pulled you closer to his before grabbing your hand and placing soft and light kisses along your knuckles and fingers, both of you still slightly dazed and growing tired

“My kitten.” He mumbled sleepily as he looked at you, “Your kitten.” You replied as you turned and moved closer, cuddling him, and you saw him smile. A soft, genuine smile.

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Hahahahahahahha it’s 3 am :)

[nightowlfandom]

Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 2

Read the other chapters- Episode 1

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

On the previous Episode of “Welcome To My World’

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off.~...

“I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”~...

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”~...

“Starting new game....now”~...

...

Everything was dark. You couldn’t even open your eyes. You were aware of your surrounding all while being frightened at the same time. Did you collapse? Were the graphics too strong for you to handle?

“Shh, I think she’s still sleeping!”

“She’s been asleep for hours! Should we call someone?”

“No! She looks like she’s about to wake up.”

You let out a loud groan, feeling your head pounding with pain. 

“Honey! Is everything okay?”

There was a gentle hand on your forehead which eased all pain you felt. “Hm?” 

“You passed out. We told you not to go out when you were sick! You’re lucky we caught you before you made it out the door.”

You suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of Deja-Vu, where have you heard this before?

You finally found it in yourself to open your eyes. Three men were standing over you. All looking very familiar. The first guy breathed a sigh of relief before wiping his eyes. “Love, You scared me!”

“She scared all of us!” The next in line snapped. “Y/N you can’t do that!” he glared down at you.

“...” Your eyes scanned over the three. “W-wha- HOLY SHIT!” You let out a loud scream. You began thrashing your body, falling off the couch in the process. Despite your head still hurting, you scrambled to your feet.

“Hey! Easy!!” a guy with pale blonde hair ushered up to you.

Kim Namjoon: Wealthy Playboy With A Dark Secret.

“Huh...” the words appeared in front of you like magic, yet it appeared that only you were able to see them. They slowly faded out at the next guy spoke.

“Be easy on her!”

Kim Taehyung: Singer With A Heart Of Gold

“I say we knock some sense into her so it doesn’t happen again.”

Min Yoongi: Rapper With A Hot Temper

“Woah.” you whispered. Wait, were you in the game?! This was exactly like the intro to the first BTS Universe game. 

~Try To Get Their Attention OR ~Remain Quiet.

You stared at the floating words in front of you. Try to get their attention or remain quiet. You focused on the three who were all arguing over you. Where was your mom? Mr. Chai? Nari?! You finally made your choice.

“Um...excuse me?” your voice captured their attention. “C-could someone tell me what’s happening?” 

“What happened is that instead of going to bed, you tried to go in to work against our wishes.” Namjoon crossed his arms. “Any questions?”

“Um...yes?” you dared to say. “Where am I?”

“At the penthouse. We bought you back last night.” Taehyung smiled. “You seem to be feeling better though!” 

“Y-yeah...Um I gotta use the bathroom” you replied....Where the fuck would that be? You allowed yourself to walk away down a long hall. “Bathroom....Bathroom. Aha!”

You stared at yourself in he bathroom mirror. You looked like a 3-D rendered version of yourself. “This is real?” you shuddered. “Um...What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

~Wash Your Face OR ~Check Your phone

“My phone?” you began digging around through your pockets until you felt your phone. You stared at the screen and the words ‘BTS WORLD’ flashed across the screen.

“Stats, closet, gacha?” you raised an eyebrow. Curious, you pressed it which pulled up one of those cool Gachapon Machines.

Spend gold stars, or diamonds?...

“How many diamonds do I have?”

You have...90,000 Stars and 9000 diamonds!

You were about to click something else when a knock came at the door.

“H-hello?” you called. 

“Open up!” a gruff voice answers. 

As if not being able to control yourself, you opened the car door.

Jung Hoseok : King of The Crime Underworld

“How long were you gonna take in there?” he seethed. 

“Oh! I’m sorry.” you didn’t know what else to say.

“Sure you are.” he huffed. “..Why do you look like that?” he glared at you. 

“I just woke up.” you guessed. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Ugh, stop apologizing.” he rolled his eyes. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Breakfast?..Ummm pancakes?”

“Hm...Hey...you look different.” he mused. 

Well you definitely didn’t look like the regular typical visual novel MC...

“I like it.” he smirked. “Keep this look.”

“Oh..Um...okay.” you laughed nervously. You didn’t expect that. ‘Um...I’ll be done in a bit.”

“Hm, very well. Be downstairs in ten minutes.” he said before walking off. 

...(Downstairs)

You awkwardly sat between Hoseok and Namjoon, great...You absentmindedly played with your food, still trying to grasp the edges of what the hell was going on. How did you get trapped in a game! 

“Hm, cat got your tongue?”

You looked up to whoever spoke.

Kim Seokjin: Cold Blooded Lawyer

~Answer Kindly OR Answer Rudely

“Better Play It Safe...” You thought. “Um...No, my head just hurts.” you lied. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh no! Do you need me to take a look at it?”

“You’re always looking for an excuse to get her alone!”

Park Jimin: World Renowned Designer 

Jeon Jungkook: The Charming Doctor

You stared at everyone in front of you. This was real. You all sat at a dining table. You looked around at everyone who were eating and speaking amongst themselves.

“No, I’ll be fine.” you shook your head. “I think I just need to rest today.” you gritted. And find out how the hell you were gonna get home. You were sure your parents were worried sick about you.

“If you want I can give you a checkup.” Jungkook winked. “Come to my room if you’re interested.”

“Please, you’re the last person Y/N would go to for a checkup.” Namjoon scoffed. It was then you felt a strange touch on your leg. “Leave your perverse thoughts to yourself.” Namjoon leaned close and whispered in your ear. “Unless you want me to give you a checkup.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you slowly rose from your spot at the table. “N-no. Really, I’m just gonna go to bed” you scurried off. “See you guys!”

“Am I really in the game?” you asked as you stared at your surrounded. BTS: Universe was the very first game you’ve ever played, so you didn’t even know if you remembered the events of the game all the way. 

You finally found your room and barricaded yourself inside, letting out a loud scream. 

‘WHAT THE- HOW THE-....The disc.” you began rambling. “How am I gonna-” you slapped a hand over your forehead. Usually when you played games like these, you played...dirty.

You chose all the lewd choices, did everything humanely possible with each character, and were basically an entirely different person when it game to playing the games. What were you gonna do now?

“I got to get out of here.” you leaned against the door and sat down. 

End of Episode 2...

[hazytaezy]

i’ll show you, if you show me.(m) jk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2,173

genre: gamer jk, best friends au, slight fluff in the form of (y/n) is literally jk’s biggest fan, smut-ish??? minor nasty-ness, but a general warning that smut is implied and sort of written, humor (to me lmao cause I think I’m hilarious)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, language

“game night suddenly gets a little more interesting when Jungkook forgets to hang up from your video call.”

“Alright, (y/n). We are in the last half of the battle and we just about have it. I’ll be operator, you get my six. Let’s get tactical!”

A soft exhale escaped your lips as you listened to your best friend through your headphones.

Jungkook could be both endearing AND annoying.

Sometimes you wondered how he could accomplish the two at the same time. But he was charming after all.

“Yeah, yeah Jeon. Same old song and dance. I’ve got you.”

The game launched to life and your character quickly rushed off to scavenge for items that could be turned into armor.

You had first come into contact with Jungkook when you were both twelve years old.

It was Christmas Day to be exact. Both gleaming with joy as you hurried up the stairs to set up your newest prized possession- an Xbox.

You couldn’t quite remember which game introduced you to each other, but what you did know is that you beat him.

Tremendously so.

And you never let him live it down.

Ever since that day, you both spent most of your time speaking to each other every night. Eventually teaming up and forming what you called yourselves, “The Indestructible Duo.”

People grew to hate you. Once anyone saw both of your usernames enter the server it was game over.

You both loved it.

It was your typical best friend bond. The only thing separating you from everyone else was that you hadn’t ever met in person.

As time went on, e-mails and phone numbers were exchanged. Graduations were had, colleges were trudged through and brand new jobs were offered.

But one thing remained the same, Saturday game night.

You would always joke that this was the reason that you didn’t have a life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So that’s how you were here today. 2 a.m. on a Saturday with glossy eyes from staring at the screen for the majority of the night.

“How’s the job been going, Miss editor?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice. Jungkook was a writer and as far as he saw it, you worked for the enemy.

“It’s fine.” You mumbled through your sips of tea. “I keep telling you to submit your novel, but soMEBODY’s too chicken shit.”

Jungkook scoffed as he slew the head off of another forest monster.

“If it’s not good enough for Harper Collins, then it’s not good enough for your publishing house.”

“Dude, you sent your first novel to a major company. All I’m saying is, in the hands of the right editor, ME, that shit would be flying off the shelves.”

You jammed your thumb into the up arrow, drawing your sword to shoo away the oncoming goblins.

“You know I love you, but the only reason you think that is because you are my best friend and you know it.”

“No. I really don’t, Jungkook. Do you remember that bird house you made for your senior project in high school? The one you made out of floss and hot glue? Yeah- it was an atrocity. AND! I told you!!!”

The familiar warmth of his laugh filled your ears and you sat back for a minute to relish in the sound.

“It was really bad, wasn’t it?”

If Jungkook could rank the top ten most painful positions to fall asleep in, sitting upright with his head hanging over the side of his game chair would come in at number one.

This is how game nights would usually end. You slumped over and Jungkook listening every once in a while for your soft snores to come through.

A sound he had grown to look forward to.

One might call it adoration.

He removed his headset and untangled the controller cords from his feet, delicately setting them on his dresser. His body went into autopilot and made the motions to shut down the game, not before saving their progress. You would have his head tomorrow if he forgot to save.

He has made that mistake only once.

Jungkook peered down at his attire, wondering if he really did have to change into new boxers just because he spilled a tiny bit of soda on them.

He could practically hear your voice in his ear, “Men. They are do disgusting”.

It only made him want to defy your thoughts and just wear them.

Opting for the easiest route out, he hooked his thumbs through the waistband and stripped them off. He tossed them to the side watching as they got snagged onto a knob of his dresser drawer.

He had slept like this many times before. There was this one time he had the nastiest flu and any clothing made his fever skyrocket.

Anyhow, he liked the way his sheets felt against his body.

He let his mind wander on what you had said earlier. Ever since Jungkook had expressed that he hoped to be a writer someday, you had been his number one fan.

He almost felt like you were destined to meet because your interests went hand in hand.

He felt a warmth grow in his belly as he thought back to all those video chat sessions while you were both in college.

He would read aloud the chapters he had finished that week as you were working on your homework. You would laugh at the parts he knew that you would and would stop him mid-sentence to tell him to change something.

A characteristic that would annoy some, but Jungkook was grateful for your honesty and how much you cared.

You were just so incredible, he couldn’t believe that he-

fuck

fuuuuUuuUUuck

Jungkook felt the familiar twitch from below.

A betrayal that he had grown accustomed to as of recently.

This had been happening more and more. He would think about how wonderful you were and then all of a sudden he would be sporting a half hard tent in the sheets.

Sure he had thought about you when you were younger, but he always chalked it up to teenage hormones and the fact that he had a girl best friend.

But lately, after every Saturday game night and sometimes throughout the week,

Okay who was he kidding. It was everyday.

Jungkook would catch himself thinking about you.

In more lewd ways than one.

He would get so far as to letting his hand wrap around his length, allowing gentle pressure to relieve the aching feeling. But then he would stop himself.

“She’s my best friend.”

Tonight was different, though. You had spent most of the game convincing Jungkook he was good enough and that you loved every bit of his work.

You had even said that you loved him, which was a new thing they were doing.

Being adults made it less weird to share your feelings and you both knew that you loved each other.

Platonically, of course.

Except all too much recently, Jungkook has had this nagging feeling in his stomach.

Platonic wasn’t a word for it.

He squeezed his eyes shut with a huff and flipped on his side. He could think about his novel. He could do this.

He wouldn’t think about you again tonight.

He just simply wouldn’t.

“Fuck it.”

Jungkook kicked the sheets off of his body and let his hand creep lower on his abdomen. He envisioned your smiling face. One that you had given him a couple nights ago. He remembered how his breath caught in his throat as he watched the strap of your dress momentarily slip off of your shoulder.

A rhythm had finally set in as his hands moved up and down.

He felt the familiar stick, which only made him hasten his pace.

He wondered how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. You had gorgeous lips.

Most of your conversations were spent with him staring at them.

Just the though alone of you looking up at him, mouth closed around him, coaxed a moan from the back of his throat.

“Jungkook.”

He could practically hear you calling out his name.

“Jungkook”

It all felt so real. He wished that it would be.

“Jungkook???”

Fuck, wait.

His hands dropped as he tilted his head out into his room.

“Are you okay? Jungkook?”

He didn’t understand the expression “My heart fell into my stomach.” until now.

He shot up from his position and leaned forward to see his headset glowing bright green. His hands flew towards his computer and shuffled the mouse around to wake it up.

Hovering over the video call icon, he almost hesitated to click to find out his fate.

Call with (y/n)- ongoing, since 5:50 p.m.

His mouth felt dry.

But he didn’t have any time to dwell on the fact that he felt like he was going to vomit.

He could still hear you calling out his name.

Quickly, he adjusted the headphones to rest on his head and let out a silent, ragged breath.

“Yes?”

“Hey! Finally! What happened? I fell asleep and I woke up to you saying my name?”

Shit.

Had he been saying your name?

Jungkook cursed again under his breath. Damn his imaginative writer brain that caused him to leave this earth for a fleeting moment.

And for it to fucking utter your name while he was pleasuring himself.

“Y-yeah! All good!” He was still trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t noticed he was breathing this hard until now.

“You sure about that? Because it sounded like you were touching yourself and saying my name.” (Y/n) deadpanned into her mic.

He was dead.

Gone.

Here lies Jeon Jungkook. King of the dumbasses of his time.

Why they fuck wasn’t self vaporization a thing?

About 30 minutes ago, you had woken up to delicious moans and someone purring your name.

You would have thought it was a figment of your imagination, had it not been for the blinking video call icon on your screen.

You knew you should have said something. And quite honestly you let it go on for far too long, but the twinge in your stomach made you stop.

Next thing, your hand was sliding into the front of your unbuttoned jeans.

“How-how long have you been listening?” Jungkook nearly spoke in a whisper.

“Does it matter? Tell me what you were thinking about, Jeon.”

He could hear your smirk.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious.”

He froze.

He hadn’t thought about what he would do if you ever reciprocated these feelings. He didn’t even know where to start.

“I- I was thinking about your lips.”

“My lips where?”

You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook leaned back into his chair and let his hands rest back to the position they were in before.

“Wrapped around my cock. How good they would feel.”

Your thighs squeezed together and you didn’t know if you had ever felt a rush of arousal come that quickly from just words alone.

“You know…I’ve thought about this plenty of time. I think I could make you cum in zero seconds flat.”

Jungkook felt like his entire world was spinning.

So, he hadn’t been the only one thinking these things.

“God, I wish I knew where you lived. I want to be able to touch you.” He murmured.

It never felt strange that they didn’t share their addresses with each other. What with it being the digital age, they never had a reason too.

Not until now.

He reached over and pressed the video call button. His body acting on pure desire before his brain and once he realized what he did, he rushed to hit the end call button.

But he was met with a smiling (y/n).

A smiling, pantsless (y/n).

He watched as you rolled your hips up towards your hand.

His brain felt like it was going into overdrive.

Not only was he seeing you partially nude for the first time, but you were also touching yourself.

Thinking of him.

“Tell me how you would have me if you were here, Jungkook.”

He watched hungrily as the fabric of your underwear rose up and down like a guide for your fingers.

“I’d spread those pretty little legs and taste you. I’ve wondered what you taste like.”

“Do you want to see what you’ve been thinking of?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Jungkook watched as you stood up and slowly lowered your underwear, kicking them off once they were around your ankles. You kept your legs shut and looked towards him with hooded eyes.

“Let’s see you.”

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and awaited his next move.

Jungkook tilted the camera down to show off his quite embarrassingly fully hard cock.

You sucked in a breath and allowed your legs to be open just enough for you to run a finger over your clit.

“Do you want to see what I do what I think of you?” You tried to keep your voice level, but it came out in a sort of whine.

“I’ll show you, if you show me.”

[nightskyhoseok]

Autopilot - Jimin (M)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for your friend Jimin, and that comes with fantasies - ones you’d never dare tell another soul. So when you’re all caught up in Dark Souls and your friend Chihye starts asking you about him, your mind turns to autopilot and your secrets are revealed to more than one...

Genre: Smut

Warnings: dirty talk and mild body worshiping

Word Count: 2.8K

Link to the YouTube video for this one-shot!

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A curse slipped out past your lips as the familiar sound of your character’s death thrummed through your speakers, filling your ears with the morbid tune, the words “YOU DIED” appearing on your TV screen. You dropped your controller on the bed and slipped your hands into your hair, frustrated with yourself as the game began to load your respawn ever so slowly. A snicker from beside you drew your attention away and you couldn’t help but stare at your friend as she laughed at your embarrassing attempt to take on the boss known as Kalameet. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chihye teased, rolling her eyes at you as she sat up. “It’s not my fault you suck.”

“Thanks, Chihye. That makes me feel much better,” You said sarcastically, glancing back at the TV to see that you had already respawned. You quickly grabbed your controller and readied yourself to take on the boss again, even though a lingering voice in the back of your head screamed “give up!” 

“Hey, maybe this time actually do some damage,” Chihye said and laid back down, grabbing her phone to scroll through her timeline again, like she always did. You reached around to grab one of your pillows and smacked her in the face with it, but by the time she got up to yell at you, you were already engrossed back in your game, blocking out all external distractions. “Pussy.”

“Eat my ass,” You snapped back at her. “I’ll have you know this is the hardest boss and he hits fucking hard, so be a little more understanding, okay?”

“Fine.” Chihye groaned loudly and rolled onto her side, watching you make your way down the ladder to approach the black dragon. You honed in onto the dragon, drawing your weapon to make a swift approach. It swiped its claws at your character, but your reflexes allowed you to press down on the buttons of your controller, letting you roll out of the way in time to avoid its attack. A sudden buzz on the blanket beside you caught your attention just for a split second, but you were able to regain your focus, dodging a deadly attack just in time. 

Chihye scrambled to sit up and picked up your phone, looking at the notification on the screen. From the corner of your eye, you could see a deathly smirk overtaking her face. She laughed to herself and held your phone closer to her face. You always wondered how she still had perfect vision even though she stared at her phone screen all day. Then again, you weren’t that different with your video games.

“Jimin texted you. He says he’ll be here in five minutes,” Chihye read aloud. “Ooh, let’s see what little old Y/N has been talking about with her boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You said automatically, still focused on the game. You jumped slightly as the dragon flew into the air and let down a devastating breath attack, taking down half of your health within seconds.

“Well, you still like him.”

“I don’t, Chihye,” You lied through your teeth.

“Seriously? Who calls their friend at 2 in the morning and stays on the phone with them for almost four hours? You don’t even do that with me! It’s a sign!”

“Yes, it’s a sign that you’re delusional,” You snorted, earning a groan from your roommate. 

“No, you’re delusional. It’s obvious you like him,” Chihye insisted, slipping your phone into your lap. With one hand, you grabbed your phone and set it aside on the bedside table, all the while still playing your game with your other hand. Chihye noticed and whistled, brushing off your shoulder. “Look at you.” You smiled and glanced over at her before returning to the screen. “Anyways, don’t try and run away from this. You like him. It’s obvious.”

“And how is it obvious?” One more strike had finally brought the black dragon to half its health, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at your accomplishment. You looked to Chihye, expecting her to congratulate you on getting this far, but she stayed in her own little fantasy world.

“One, you always talk about him. Two, you are always talking him. Three, when you’re not with me, you’re with him. Four, I just know.”

“I just know,” You repeated in a mocking tone, wincing when Chihye slapped the side of your arm.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me. I know a lot more about relationships than you do, missy.”

“Of course you do, you’ve been with like 12 guys this year alone.”

“And you’ve been with…” You turned to glare at her, but she gave you a shit-eating grin, one that you couldn’t fight because you knew it was true. You simply huffed in defeat and twisted your head back to the TV. “Exactly. A grand total of one.”

A moment of silence took over the room, the only sound being the game’s soundtrack and sound effects playing through your speakers. You shifted uncomfortably, your mind wandering to Jimin. God, you really did like him. Hell, maybe you even loved him. But you had no chance. Jimin was probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. With those looks, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been with every person at your university. You considered yourself lucky to even be able to be called his friend.

“Even if I did like him, I’d have no chance,” You said suddenly, startling Chihye slightly. She tilted her head and pouted, then leaned back into the pillows at the head of your bed. A small frown decorated your lips, but you pushed your feelings aside and focused on your game again. 

“How long have you two been friends again?” Chihye asked.

“Since freshman year,” You answered in a monotonous tone, your brain automatically turning to autopilot as you were engrossed in the game completely. 

“And you met-”

“In my Programming course. We got paired for a project.”

“So almost two years. And you never, not once, felt anything for him?” Chihye continued, pushing for more answers.

“I mean, yeah I liked him for a while, but it just kind of went away on its own,” You explained, cutting yourself off with a curse as you took a particularly hard hit from the boss.

“Did you ever want to kiss him?”

“Have you seen his lips?” You smiled to yourself, thinking about his beautiful pink, plump lips. It’s all you could focus on when he was talking, and you’d often have to snap yourself out of your trance before he got the chance to notice you staring.

“Have you ever wanted to sleep with him?”

“I think everyone does.”

“You still wanna fuck him?”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” You hummed, smiling as the health bar of the boss dropped to less than a quarter of its fullness. 

“Have you ever had a wet dream of him?” Chihye asked, a small smirk painting her lips as she watched you answer without even thinking.

“Yeah, a couple,” You admitted.

“You ever touch yourself thinking of him?”

“Of course.”

“Did you ever- oh shit.”

Chihye stared towards the door, and it took her a few seconds to process what she was seeing before tapping on your shoulder. You pushed her hand off, but cheered out a silent “yes!” as the dragon boss fell to the ground, the triumphant music playing in the background as the words “VICTORY ACHIEVED” popped up. You set your controller down and turned to Chihye, who looked like she had just seen a ghost. 

“What?” You questioned. She lifted her hand and pointed her finger to the doorway, and as you turned your head to see what she was pointing at, a familiar face filled your view. Your heart dropped at the sight of Jimin standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he stared at you. Something was different in his eyes. You froze for a moment, thinking back to what you were saying before. You quickly clasped your hand over your mouth and stared at Chihye, who was just shaking her head in disappointment. “How long has he been there?”

“Long enough,” Jimin said in a low tone. Chihye hurried to stand up and grab her bag, rushing to put on her sandals. 

“Where are you-” 

“Oh, look at the time! I’m totally late for my class,” Chihye laughed.

“But, Chi, it’s Sunday, we don’t have any-”

“Haha, I would love to stay and chat but I’ve gotta go. Bye!” Chihye rushed out of the room, stopping behind Jimin to give you a wide smile and a thumbs up before running off. You groaned and buried your face in your palms, listening to Jimin walking closer. The bed sank down slightly, indicating he had sat beside you.

“You beat Kalameet?” Jimin asked, picking up your controller. You snapped your hands away from your face, embarrassed of the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at a quick rate. 

“U-Um yeah,” You said nervously. “Just beat him.”

“Good job. He’s a tough one.” Jimin smiled as he handed you the controller. You reached over to take the controller, jumping slightly when his skin touched yours, undoubtedly burning from the embarrassment. “I still have to beat him.”

“I guess it just takes practice.” 

Jimin suddenly leaned over and ran his fingers over the controller, tight in your grip, and pressed down on the home button, exiting out of the game. You slowly turned to him to see a smirk on his face, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

“I have a question,” Jimin asked, drawing out his words as if to the beat of your heart. You drew your mouth into a straight line, unsure of what to say. Jimin gripped the controller, still in your hands, and led it down to the edge of the bed, making you set it down on the comforter. His fingers ran up your arm and under your chin, lifting it up slightly as he tilted his head, giving you a lustful look. “Do you still want to fuck me?”

You nearly ran out of the room at that point, but something switched off inside of you, feeling his fingers against you, his eyes boring into yours, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. You looked down at his lips, and it seemed that was all Jimin needed to answer his question as he smashed his lips against yours, grasping the sides of your face to pull you closer.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours after he explored all corners of your mouth. He scooted closer and tilted his head, allowing further access to those lips that you had desired for so long. He slightly moaned into the kiss, the sound shooting straight down to your core as you took a deep breath in, trying to keep your composure. 

Your eyes slowly closed, enjoying the sensation of Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing over your bottom lip. When you looked at him, his eyes grew darker with lust, and his hands tightened on your waist as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. You winced and gripped at his hair, pulling slightly, earning a groan from him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N,” Jimin moaned against your skin. His hands moved to your shoulders and pressed down, pushing your back onto the mattress as he climbed over you, his eyes darkening even further. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you. Thought of this perfect body. So beautiful.”

Jimin moved back slightly to raise your shirt and bunch it up underneath your breasts, then placed a wet, open mouthed kiss to your stomach. You jolted from the sudden touch, feeling Jimin smirk against your skin. 

“So sensitive.” Jimin straddled your waist and leaned over you, his hair falling onto your forehead as his breath hit your lips. “Do you want me?”

“Fucking yes,” You said, rising up to connect your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss and brushed your hair back with his hand, then pulled away and slipped his hands past your pajama pants and panties, swiping his fingers over your already drenched slit. 

“Damn, you're dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?” 

You nodded weakly as he pushed two fingers into your core, stretching you out. You gripped the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he pumped his fingers into you, scissoring them to loosen you up. It had been so long since you’ve had someone touch you properly, let alone touch you at all. 

“So warm and tight. I can’t wait to pound this cute little pussy.”

You whined at his words, desperate for more than just his fingers. 

“Jimin, no more teasing. I need you now. I need to feel you,” You whispered in between pants.

“You sure you can fit all of me? It might hurt,” He laughed.

“Shut up you cocky bastard and just get naked already.”

Jimin laughed at your sudden need, but he followed your wishes and stood up, stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked.

Your eyes stayed glued to his length as he climbed back over you and tugged your pajamas and panties down in one swift movement. He threw them somewhere else in the room and kissed your lips briefly before speaking.

“Condoms?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Bottom drawer,” You said. Jimin leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a silver packet. He opened it with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length, slowly stroking himself before positioning himself between your legs. He hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and slowly pushed himself into you, earning a sinful moan from the both of you as he settled into your heat. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moaned, gripping the bedsheets as he twitched inside you, already feeling himself unravel from the feeling of your pussy alone. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled back, then pushed back in slowly. “Goddamn, you feel amazing.”

“You too,” You tried to say calmly but it came about as more of a loud moan than anything. He smirked and began to pick up a steady pace, fucking into you while his gaze locked on you. His mouth hung open as his hips moved faster, slapping against the skin of your thighs. You could feel your walls gripping him, pulling him in further, like you never wanted to let go of him.

“You want this cock so much, don’t you?” Jimin smirked, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. You cried out from the new angle as his cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you trembling from the sensation. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good. You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“Oh my god, Jimin. More,” You moaned, your nails dragging down his back as he continued his movements, your wetness sliding down his length with every thrust. He let one of your legs go and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. You nearly screamed from the stimulation, but you held through it, and stared deep into Jimin’s eyes as he fucked into you steadily. 

“Don’t stop looking at me.”

“Fuck, Jimin, please. I’m so close. Please.“

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.”

With those words, he simultaneously pinched your clit and hit your g-spot, sending you into a whirlwind of passion as you reached your high, screaming out Jimin’s name and profanities of all kinds. A flash of white took over your vision for a second, but you were able to ground yourself again in time to watch Jimin slow his thrusts, grunting out your name as he spilled into the condom, twitching inside your aching walls. 

You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jimin carefully pulled out of you, tearing off the condom before throwing it away and joining you on the bed. He pulled you up to the head of the bed and covered you with a thin sheet, slipping in beside you, his hand gently petting your hair.

“You did so good,” Jimin said. 

“Mmm,” You hummed in response, too tired to form any coherent sentences. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling at his kindness. It was one of the many things you loved about this man, and you were glad it was still here.

Jimin moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head into his chest as he traced circles on your lower back, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now. I’ll be right here with you.”

You smiled to yourself as you drifted off to sleep, Jimin staying beside you the entire time.

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[bssaz97]

Hey can we get a sequel to the happy room where after much arguing and childish temper tantrums jaune caves in and starts liking the room much the everyone’s delight thank you for reading this have a awesome day

The Happy Place 2

Jaune: “Let me go you traitors! I will not be forced against my will!” *wiggles against his restraints*

Ruby: “Jaune this is for your own good.” *finishes duct-tapping him to the comfort chair*

Jaune: “You can’t just force me to like this place!”

Yang: “Sorry but you really have a choice in the matter now.” *finishes tapping up a controller in his grasp*

Nora: “Here Jaune-Jaune, you even get a gaming cup!” *Pulls out a large plastic cup that’s reminiscent of a sippy cup*

Jaune: “Ok now that’s just degrading!”

Weiss: “If you continue to act like a child Arc, then we will start treating you like a child!” *sticks a pacifier in his mouth*

Jaune: *spits it out* “I’m not a baby! I’m-!”

Ren: *places hand on Jaune’s head*

Jaune: “Fine. Do what you guys want.”

Yang: “Wait a second! You could’ve done that the whole time!” *glares at Ren*

Weiss: “Why didn’t you do that before?!”

Ren: “I can’t use my semblance on something that’s running away.”

Weiss/Yang: “.....Ohhh.”

Ruby: “Sorry Vomit Boy. But since you’ve refused to stay in the room by choice, we’re gonna have to make it mandatory.”

Jaune: “There is no true choice in the world. Only actions and outcomes. Either way what’s the point. We’re all gonna die in the end.”

Oscar: “WOW. He really needs this room more than I thought.”

RWBYNR: “We know.” *deadpans*

Ruby: “Ok Jaune. We’re gonna leave you in here so just sit and relax.” *turns on the screen that has a gaming menu opened with multiple games added on the playlist*

Jaune: “Ok.”

-The Next Day-

Jaune: *left and right* “Ok. Time to go.”

Slowly Jaune creeps by both teams dorms and does his best to keep quiet. They may have caught him yesterday, but they won’t succeed today. He’s secretly memorized each one of his friends sleeping patterns and plans that if he leaves to train before they notice him then they won’t proceed to follow him. Jaune hasn’t done this tactic since Mistral but he knows it’s full proof as he knows no one took notice that he did such a thing while one their journey. He begins to make it down the when he froze when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder.

Jaune: *slowly turns to look behind him*

Behind Jaune was Ruby, Nora, Ren and Blake, giving him the most tired glares he’s ever seen.

Jaune: *whispered* “Umm... Hi, you guys up to go grab a glass of water too?”

Ren: “You grab water with your weapon and armor on?” *points out*

Jaune: “Umm... Maybe.”

Ruby: “You sure you’re not gonna go train in the middle of the night and wake up with barely enough sleep to function tomorrow morning, Vomit Boy?”

Jaune: ‘Curses, I didn’t count on Ruby knowing my secrets! Then again I suppose having my girlfriend finding out I’m sneaking out to go train in the middle of the night isn’t as bad as how most of these situations goes to others. At least I hope not. Never mind that Jaune, you need to think of an excuse to why you’re out here before they try to foil the plan!.’ *thinks to himself*

Jaune: “Well... It makes me feel powerful enough to scare away the night ghouls.”

RBRN: 🤨

Jaune: ‘...Night ghouls. That was your best excuse? It’s was the best I could think of in the time I had! Good gods man, you couldn’t have thought of oh I don’t know any other plausible explanation to explain why you have your freaking armor on in the middle of the night! Hey I don’t see you thinking about anything at the moment, why don’t you try to fix this! Fine I will!’ *mentally arguing with himself*

Jaune: “Sorry that was a bad attempt at a joke. What I meant to say was that I wanted to have my armor on so that no Atlesian guards would catch me in my pajamas. Gotta save some dignity you know?”

Blake: “Wow. That sounds like a great explanation.” *says with a sarcastic tone*

Jaune: “Thank you.” *didn’t notice the sarcasm*

Blake: “But! There’s one flaw in your story.” *points at him with her index finger*

Jaune: “What ever could that be.” *starts getting nervous under her glare*

Blake: “Our rooms have a filtered water dispenser. So why would you ever need to go get water from outside of your room?”

Jaune: ....

RBRN: ....

Jaune: “....YOU’RE NEVER GETTING ME ALIVE!” *starts sprinting down the hall*

Ruby: “Nora.”

Nora: “I got ‘em.” *hold up one of her emptied grenade canister and throws it down the hall in a perfect spiral*

*Ting!*

Jaune: “AGH! MY LEG!”

Nora: “Touchdown!” *raises both arms in the air*

-The Next, Next Day-

Jaune: ‘Ok so the plan last night didn’t work, but that’s no issue you’re not used to seeing. You’ve been through worse situations before and you’ve overcome them... most of the time... ok sometimes. But that’s besides the point. You are an Arc, and Arc’s do not give up remember what your dear old dad said!’

////Flashback////

Papa Arc: “Remember son, if you’re ever in a situation where you are forced to slow down on being a great huntsman... listen to them. Because being a huntsman is bad and you should never try to run away from home and be something you’re not meant to be. Trust me son, it’ll be better for you in the long run. Now run along and play while I go and earn bread for the family. See you in two months son! Also don’t touch great-great grandfather’s sword!”

////Flashback End////

Jaune: 😐

Jaune: “I’m starting to think I have more issues than I originally thought. Anyway, you are a Arc and Arc’s don’t surrender easily! The others are out on missions right now, so there’s nobody around to force me to into that room of lies and deceit.”

Penny: “Salutations friend of Ruby’s!” *says from behind him*

Jaune: “Gah! Where’d you come from!” *jumps in place to turn around*

Penny: “Oh my apologies Friend of Ruby, it was never my intention to startle you. I was just hoping to surprise you with my presence.”

Jaune: “‘sigh’ That’s alright Penny. So what did Ironwood or Winter send you?”

Penny: “Nope. I have actually been issued a special secret assignment from Friend-Ruby to watch over you.” 😊

Jaune: “...Is it still a ‘secret’ mission if you tell me about it?”

Penny: “Silly Friend of Ruby, my mission is to keep it a secret from General Ironwood.” *she says then whispers to him the last part*

Jaune: “Hmm. I guess that makes sense.”

Penny: “I’m pleased that you agree Friend of Ruby.”

Jaune: “Also why are you calling me ‘Friend of Ruby’? Not that there’s anything wrong with that but why not call me by my name?”

Penny: “Oh that’s simple Friend of Ruby, it’s because I have yet to learn your name!”

Jaune: “Really? Ruby never told you my name?”

Penny: “That is correct. Although in Friend-Ruby’s defense I have yet to properly interact with anyone else in your teams.” *her smile never ceasing*

Jaune: ‘Huh. Now that I think about it, none of us has really ever gotten the chance to get to know Penny as well Ruby did.’

Jaune: “Well my name’s Jaune Arc.” *offers to shake hands*

Penny: “Splendid! I’m happy to meet you Friend-Jaune!” *shakes his hand rapidly and enthusiastically*

Jaune: *rubs his sore hand* “‘hiss!’ You don’t need to call me-you know what never mind, it’s probably going to be easier on both of us if I don’t question it.”

Penny: “Very well then, let us be on our way!”

Jaune: “Where are we going?”

Penny: “We are going to be visiting your designated room of happiness. That is what Friend-Ruby asked me to accomplish while she was away.”

Jaune: “Um, actually why don’t we go do something else that’s fun! Like... going to train, I don’t think I ever had the opportunity to spar with you ever so I want to see how I would fair against Mantle’s hero.”

Penny: “‘gasp!’ That sounds like a splendid idea! Let’s- Oh wait! Friend-Ruby instructed me to not allow you near the training room while she was away so I’m afraid that’s going to be impossible to do.”

Jaune: ‘Crap! I should’ve known that Ruby would go ahead and ask Penny to keep me away from the training room. What am I going to do now..... wait a minute.’

Jaune: “Wait so Ruby said that we can’t go to the training room to spar right?”

Penny: “Correct.” *nods*

Jaune: “What about sparring somewhere else then? Someplace that’s not the training room?”

Penny: “Hmm. Friend-Ruby didn’t specify anything about sparring outside of the training room.”

Jaune: “Well there we go then, why don’t we go spar somewhere else that’s not the training room then!” *smiles with exaggerated enthusiasm*

Penny: “Well... I don’t see anything wrong about that then. Come along New Friend-Jaune! We must make haste!”

Penny activates her rocket thrusters then grabs onto Jaune, wrapping her arms under his armpits and carries him along with her to search for a place to spar.

Jaune: “Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait Penny!”

*Twenty Minutes Later*

After finding a suitable place to spar, Penny initiated her landing procedure and softly settles Jaune down onto the ground then lands herself onto the ground.

Penny: “What an exhilarating flight! Although I do apologize Friend-Jaune about the several evasive maneuvers during our way here. I was searching in multiple areas to see which would be suitable for our sparring match. I hope it was no problem.”

Jaune: *wiping any vomit residue with his forearm* “‘bleh’ That’s ok... as long as we’re here.”

Penny: “So shall we begin Friend-Jaune?”

Jaune: “You know what, maybe we should wait a minute or so before we start. You know, warm up and stuff.” *says while crouching down so to calm his stomach*

Penny: “Is this how you ‘warm up’, Friend-Jaune?” *says while copying Jaune’s crouching form*

Jaune: “Sure, why not.” *nods*

Penny: “Friend-Jaune, is it alright if ask you a ‘personal’ question?”

Jaune: “Go ahead. We have time.”

Penny: “Do you dislike being happy?” *tilts her head in a innocent manner*

Jaune: “....What?”

Penny: “I do not mean to offend Friend-Jaune. I’m just curious about your view upon the matter.”

Jaune: “Do I dislike being happy? No, of course not. Who in their right mind say ‘no’ to that?”

Penny: “Well, would you like for me to explain my view on the matter?”

Jaune: “Uhhh... sure, go ahead.” *being confused where this conversation was going*

Penny: “Well from what I’ve observed for awhile now there are two significant results to happiness. The first benefit of being happy is that it is a vital part of maintaining one’s proper mental/emotional health and usually leads to a longer life.”

Jaune: ‘Oh boy here we go. This is probably why Ruby asked Penny to watch me.’

Penny: “The secondary benefit to being happy is the most fulfilling I believe! It is a fulfilling emotion or feeling that one gets after doing something good for themselves or others.”

Jaune: “Yep. That sounds about right.”

Penny: “Which brings us back to my previous question. I was confused as to why someone like yourself seems to avoid the fulfillment of happiness when it has been so easily presented in front of you by your teammates and friends. If I were given such a thoughtful gift then I think my Aura core would self destruct from excitement!”

Jaune: “Please tell me that’s an exaggeration.” *says worriedly*

Jaune: ‘Otherwise I gotta tell Ruby to never plan any birthday parties for you at the risk of accidentally blowing you up.’

Penny: “Have no fear Friend-Jaune! My core is made out of a very strong alloy so it will not self destruct.”

Jaune: “Ok good.” *sighs in relief*

Penny: “So Friend-Jaune, when the others showed you the room did you not feel surprised or happy?”

Jaune: “Well I was surprised that’s for sure...”

Penny: “But not happy?”

Jaune: “...I guess not.” *bows head a little bit*

Penny: “Friend-Jaune, is it ok if I ask another question?”

Jaune: “Sure Penny.”

Penny: “Does Ruby or your friends make you happy?”

Jaune: “Of course they do! I wouldn’t know what to do without them. But lately they’ve been trying to force me to go into that room expecting that I’ll be happier just by going there. It feels like whenever I go in there the others think there’s something wrong with me, you know?”

Penny: “Do you think there’s something wrong with you Friend-Jaune?” *asks while tilting her head*

Jaune: “I mean... I’ve been getting better at controlling my emotions. Well I think I am anyway.” *sits down on the snow covered ground*

Penny: “I can detect a bit of uncertainty in your voice Friend-Jaune.” *sits down with him*

Jaune: “...Probably cause there is. Penny do you think everyone is entitled to their own happiness?”

Penny: “Hmmm... well as long as no one is harmed or killed in the process then I don’t see why not.”

Jaune: “I used to think that too, but lately as everything with this fight against Salem has been going on I can’t help but wonder, there are others that have fought and died so that I have the right to be happy, but do I really deserve it? So far I don’t think I have done anything extraordinary or worthy of being happy. Sometimes I wonder why they even bother trying to cheer me up with something that will never last.”

Penny: “Have you considered perhaps it’s not so much of you deserving the happiness but more of your friends wanting to see you be happy and in a good state of mind?”

Jaune: “...I still don’t see the big deal in all this effort though.”

Penny: “Well in my experience of having friends, I’ve determined that making others happy doesn’t always have to be logical.“

Jaune: “Yeah but why give me a room all to myself? That’s just like saying ‘We want you to be happy so don’t feel the need to worry about us, as long as you’re happy!’ It just feels wrong. Like I’m the only one that deserves to be happy in their minds. They’ve done so much more than me if we’re talking about good deeds and they’ve gone through so much more than me.”

Penny: “So you don’t want to go into room because it will feel like it’s exclusively for you?”

Jaune: “Pretty much...”

Penny: “...Does it make you feel excluded from your friends?”

Jaune: “...Yeah.”

Penny: “Well why not tell them that?”

Jaune: “Because they’ve already spent so much effort in making the room. I just...don’t want to let them down.”

Penny: “Well maybe you should ask yourself what makes you happy Friend-Jaune.”

Jaune: “...Thanks Penny, I will. You know you’re actually good at talking to other people. If you weren’t set on being a huntress I’d make you my therapist.”

Penny: “Thank you Friend-Jaune. Now would you like to begin our sparring now or would you rather have me take you back to Atlas?”

Jaune: “We should probably get back, don’t want Ironwood or Winter worried about you.”

Penny: “There’s no need to worry about that. I’ve temporarily disabled their ability to track me before arriving here.”

Jaune: “....And you’re sure that was a good idea?”

Penny: “Why of course Friend-Jaune. They won’t panic if I’m gone for only a few hours.”

Jaune/Penny: ......

Jaune: “We should probably go now.”

Penny: “Yes that be a wise decision.”

*The Next, Next, Next Day*

Jaune stood before team RWBY and his own in front of the dubbed “Happy Room,” as he asked to speak to all of them to discuss about the last few days.

Jaune: “Ok, now I’m sure many of you are wondering why I asked you all to come here. I know things have been pretty hectic for us all in regards to this issue so I’ll be straight to the point.... I have a problem accepting being happy.”

Weiss: “No.” *says in sarcastic tone*

Ruby: *shushes her*

Jaune: “But I’m not here to talk about that bottomless barrel. What I want to talk about is about how we’re going to do about the room situation. I know you all mean well and I do appreciate the effort made to making this place for me...but the truth is I don’t think the way this arrangement is right now is gonna work out for any of us.”

Everyone tensed up at the last part of what Jaune said.

Ruby: “Jaune-.”

Jaune: “Ruby please I just need to say what i need to say.”

Ruby: “...Ok.”

Jaune: *breathes in* “So back to what I was saying before. I don’t think the way this arrangement is right now is gonna work out for any of us...which is why I have an idea that might help fix the problem.”

RWBYNOR: 🤨

Jaune: “I spent a good part of yesterday thinking about this and I think for the benefit of all of us, we should share the room.”

RWBYNOR: O_O

Nora: “Huh?”

Jaune: “I know you all care about me being happier and more relaxed but I also care about your happiness too. Which is why I’ve been so hesitant to actually use the room because I don’t want to exclude any of the time I spend with you all and that’s why I think it would be to everyone’s benefit if this room was used for everyone’s enjoyment. So what do you all think?”

RWBY and NOR think about Jaune’s offer, then huddle up where they all muttered amongst themselves about how everyone felt about it. Once they had finished conversing they separated and Ruby walked forward looking at Jaune.

Ruby: “So if we accept this resolution of yours, will you promise start using the room?”

Jaune: “I will promise as an Arc.” *he nods*

Ruby: *smiles* “Then I personally don’t see why we can’t give this a shot.”

Jaune: “Great to hear. Also sorry that I’ve been giving you all a hard time.”

Yang: “We’ll forgive you as long as you start using the room.”

Jaune: “Of course.”

Ruby: “Also.” *raises a finger*

Jaune: “Hmm?”

Ruby: “...If you give me a hug.” *blushes while opening her arms*

For the past few days things had been tense between the two of them so Ruby greatly missed the warmth his aura/person provided for her.

Jaune: “Sure thing Crater Face.” *envelops her in a hug, lifting her off the ground*

Ruby: ^//_//^

BYN: “Aww.”

*Some Days Later*

RWBY and JNPR by now have fully adjusted to being regular visitors of the ‘Happy Room.’ Despite having mixed feelings towards the place at the start, Jaune found himself enjoying the the time he gets to spend with Ruby, his and her teams while there.

Ruby: “So enjoying the room now?” *said while sitting on his lap while sharing a comic book*

Jaune: “*chuckles* Yep. But it’s definitely better spent while with company.” *pats her head*

Ruby: “Good to know” *snuggles into his chest*

-Fin-

@thelastdragneel6417 hope you and everyone else enjoy this one. Probably gonna finish off this story as a two shot, but I had a blast writing it.

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Self-Indulgent Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino/Simulation Theory Crossover Epilogue

@rock-n-roll-fantasy Aaaaaand it’s over! This is technically more of an optional ending as I suspect you’ll prefer the conclusion to Part Seven, but a certain character would never have forgiven me if I didn’t let him get the last word... 😉

Thank you so much for all of your lovely feedback and sorry for making you wait so long for these last two chapters! And now it’s time for me to finally start listening to Arctic Monkeys/Muse albums that *weren’t* released in 2018 😅���

Also I would like to thank Matt for unknowingly writing the perfect end-credits music for me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8tpkpoSW5I

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven 

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A million miles away, on the desolate remains of the planet once known as Earth, a lone observer watches silently as a pair of retreating figures on a cramped TV screen ride off into the unknown.

Surrounding him on all sides are thousands of similar screens, stacked atop each other like building blocks, though for the moment he only has eyes for one. Only a week ago, every single screen was proudly lit up, showcasing the intimate details of his subjects’ mundane lives and thus allowing him to observe with unrelenting scrutiny. Now, however, a worrying proportion of those screens are fizzing with broken static; the worlds they once displayed forever lost from his grasp.  

The sight should enrage him, and perhaps one day it will. Every barren screen represents the loss of constant hours of effort and imagination, and as the aftershocks of Matthew’s assault continue to ricochet, he imagines he will lose countless more over the coming weeks. Nevertheless, for the moment he cannot bring himself to mourn the loss of realities which brought him little pleasure in the first place.

Murph, or The Creator, or whichever title he chooses to wear on any particular day, does not consider himself a cruel being. Contrary to the vile accusations his peers have levelled against him, his games are not designed with the intention of torturing the subjects within them. In fact, one could consider his efforts to preserve the collective consciousness of a dying species to be a noble one. Humanity would be nothing more than a distant memory had he not intervened at the opportune moment. And yet, despite his good intentions, acting as a benevolent observer often fails to bring the satisfaction he desires. Sometimes boredom settles deep within his bones and he cannot help but interfere with the idyllic lives his subjects have created for themselves.  

And he cannot deny that the thought of these two particular playthings discovering hope which will ultimately be torn away does put a smile on his face.

Most of that satisfaction lies in the prospect of punishing Matthew, though he has no doubt that toying with Alexander’s heart further will provide its own brand of levity. Where bitter vengeance is concerned, however, the former is the one he truly has unfinished business with. That particular human has been a thorn in his side from the very beginning; his knack for slipping into paranoia at any given opportunity had made constructing a believable reality for him an almost insurmountable challenge. The temptation to simply banish the man’s mind into the void had flared up once or twice, but in the end Murph had been somewhat successful. Matthew had bought the truth of his reality with relative ease for the first few years, to the point where any cracks that appeared were easily ironed out with a simple rewrite of code.  

Until one day, Murph’s interferences were no longer sufficient to sustain the lie. Matthew’s conviction shattered and his mind with it; without warning, he set about tearing the carefully constructed world around him to shreds and treated his lifelong friends with open hostility. Murph could easily have given him up for lost at that point. Matthew had always been an infuriatingly willful creature – incapable of appreciating Murph’s efforts even after stumbling upon the truth of his feeble existence – and killing him would have been as simple as swatting a fly.

And yet, Murph had allowed him to live. Not out of any form of mercy, heavens no, but because the promise of a challenge was far too compelling. Matthew’s resistance made him special, whether he realised it or not. Most of his subjects were docile creatures; passive participants in a charade they refused to acknowledge. The ones who had come into his care willingly were the worst offenders, having subconsciously convinced themselves that they were caught in a blissful afterlife preferable to the miserable future they would have endured on Earth. Perhaps they’re right, but humans living in quiet contentment have always made for boring viewing. In the form of Matthew, Murph had finally stumbled upon an active participant he could slowly unravel at the seams, and after years of steadily building ennui, the thrill of the chase had been downright intoxicating.

In contrast to Matthew’s blatant rage, Alexander’s resistance had been... unexpected. The strength of it even more so. Murph cannot help but wonder if the sheer force of his suspicion – his feeling of utter wrongness in a place he’d once willingly called home – would have reduced his world to dust even in the absence of Matthew’s influence. Perhaps this shouldn’t have surprised him. For as long as he can remember, he has always had more trouble maintaining the lie when the subjects have been unwillingly brought under his control. The same is true for all species he has salvaged; it is the same factor which no doubt played a role in Matthew’s refusal to accept his own reality. Murph can manipulate their memories all he likes, but the inherent desire to escape their miserable fate is forever latched onto their souls.

The new identity had been an inspired touch in the beginning, keeping Alexander’s naturally insightful tendencies at bay for a while. Mark had been a more amicable creation while still retaining plenty of Alexander’s attributes, and the latter’s imagination had always made his reality one worth visiting. However, the line between the two identities had grown considerably blurred over time. Memories had melded together in ways that no longer made logical sense, and Alexander’s yearnings for home had translated to a bitter exhaustion and loneliness which Mark simply couldn’t overcome.  

The fact that everything Murph had built had ultimately been derailed by a bottle of scotch and a friendly conversation was as clear a sign as any that Mark’s world had been hanging by a thread far longer than he had appreciated.

It probably took more effort than it was worth to salvage Alexander’s mind from his dying world and place it in an entirely new one - costing countless other simulations in the process - but he cannot bring himself to regret that decision. It hadn’t seemed fitting to let such promise fizzle out with a mere whimper. Entertainment is a rare commodity in these trying times, and he’s learned to take what he can get.

Matthew has certainly contributed his fair share. Having decided that killing him outright would be a waste, Murph had invested a lot of time in their frantic game of cat and mouse. While his plaything remained confined within the limits of his own reality – a frightfully boring seaside town on England’s coast – Murph had upped the ante by unleashing a horde of mutated creatures, using them as vectors to introduce a virus which reduced the population to rabid monsters driven solely by bloodlust. If Matthew had been particularly shaken by this new development, he’d masked it well. If anything, he seemed to glean a sense of bitter enjoyment out of receiving confirmation that his reality was little more than a façade, and had risen to the unspoken challenge admirably.  

Before long it had occurred to Matthew that an absence of limitation placed upon the imagination could also apply to him. He learned not only how to play the game, but how to adapt the rules in his own favour. Murph had quickly come to rue the day he placed Matthew in a technologically inventive time-period, for his opponent had taken advantage at every opportunity; fashioning makeshift weapons and vehicles out of little more than scrap metal and a vast imagination. No particular engineering prowess was necessary. Before long he was summoning technology out of thin air with an ease that almost rivalled Murph’s own.

Even then, Murph had been unconcerned. Despite Matthew managing to slaughter any mutated creature he crossed paths with, the threat he posed to Murph himself seemed so miniscule as to be easily dismissed. At least at that point Matthew had mostly been sticking to the rules. Once the penny dropped that his reality was merely one of thousands in an intricate web, however, he’d accomplished the unimaginable and injected something which might have been fear into Murph’s long-decayed heart. Disbelieving eyes had been glued to the screen as Matthew fashioned a portal from scrap; one which should, by rights, have been unable to accomplish anything of merit. And yet, once its construction was complete, Matthew had stepped into the blinking red void without a trace of fear, smashing his way through the walls of one reality and emerging into another, whole and seemingly unscathed.  

Quashing his efforts had become a much greater priority at that point. Treating Matt like a dog-eared chew-toy in his own reality was all well and good, but the man had gained far more intelligence and influence than Murph could tolerate. The prospect that he could potentially infect other realities with his schemes threatened to send Murph’s entire empire crumbling to ash if he wasn’t careful. In the more futuristic settings, he had been able to station guards designed in his own image, with the sole intention of blasting Matthew into atoms if he dared worm his way into their reality, but rather predictably Matt had dodged their attacks with a wry smirk, bending the rules to his will with an expertise that was almost frightening. Despite the seriousness of the man’s objective to track down his loved ones and rescue them from an existence he naively deemed to be diabolical, Murph got the distinct impression that Matthew was enjoying himself far too much. He was still treating his escapades like a game, long after Murph’s own objectives had darkened.  

Well, if he insisted on playing dirty, then Murph could resort to that as well.

He’s still proud of his next trick. The brutal reaction it had elicited had been nothing short of delicious. With vivid gratification, he recalls the momentary spark of hope in Matthew’s eyes as his gaze settled upon the avatars of his friends, during a visit to a simulated reality which almost resembled Earth. He remembers the moment his opponent had allowed longing to override logic; remembers the point where all thoughts of the chase were abandoned and, with a cautious smile, Matthew had fooled himself into believing that he’d discovered the true forms of the men he’d loved since he was a teenager.  

What must it have felt like to see them again, Murph cannot help but wonder? The Christopher and Dominic of Matthew’s own reality had been dispatched early in their charade, infected and mutated by the same creatures Matthew evaded with relative ease. No doubt the only reason Matthew survived their losses was because he’d already accepted that they were nothing more than sorry substitutes for the real thing. A part of him must have wondered, however, if that was truly the end. If the last association he would ever have of his two best friends would be the sight of them clawing their way towards him in a mindless rage.

The cold mix of terror and heartbreak that crashed upon Matthew once the blatant hatred in the eyes of his friends became crystal clear is an image Murph still treasures. For one bittersweet moment he’d honestly suspected that Matthew would surrender and let fate carry him away, rendering Murph the victor and granting fleeting satisfaction in the aftermath.  

Alas, survival instincts had kicked in at the last possible second, and Matthew had fled the scene at a sprint before his familiar assailants could shoot.

The temptation to do the same to Alexander had arisen once or twice, on the occasions where boredom reared its ugly head. It would have been a simple enough task. The avatars for three of his best friends were already buried in the simulation; a simple rewrite of their code would have turned their inherent fondness for Alex into hatred in a heartbeat. He could even have added one additional ghost into the mix, just to twist the knife until the pain would never stop. Alex had never done anything to warrant that level of torture, however. Playing with Matthew’s heart had been entertaining - not to mention earned - whereas playing with Alex’s would have been like kicking a puppy just to see how it would react. Momentarily thrilling, perhaps, but ultimately predictable.

Besides, Matthew had made him pay for his cruelty, albeit not quite as successfully as Murph has led him to believe. His constant hopping from one reality to another had rendered Murph’s creations vulnerable. His brutal smashing through virtual walls left aftershocks in the wake of his adventures, although that in itself was easily fixable. Murph had quickly grown tired of his continued insolence over time. Not so much his continued survival, though he did make a point to send the morphed versions of his friends after him at every given opportunity. However, Matt had an unfortunate habit of forgetting that, in the wake of Murph’s towering influence, he was little more than a cockroach waiting to be squashed underfoot. The lack of respect had forced Murph to step in, to confront this tiny creature and remind him that he was simply an insignificant plaything in the grand scheme of things.

Matthew’s lack of fear when faced with him for the first time had almost been impressive, though Murph had been able to sense his feeble heart racing with adrenaline. The human had stood impassively on a steep cliff-edge while Murph towered over him, revealing his true form for the first time. From a distance Matt must surely have looked like a blot on the horizon and nothing more.  

Such a meeting had no doubt been Matt’s intention. Murph allowing himself to become invested in the game rather than erasing Matthew from existence in the first place had been a mistake borne of arrogance, and he now knows it would serve him well not to make the same mistake again. The mind-numbing aftershocks stemming from the moment Matthew powered up a metallic glove and aimed a colossal, fiery beam of energy at his tormenter serve as a bitter reminder that he must learn to be more careful.

Physically the assault had done nothing at all. Even if Matthew’s corporeal body were standing right in front of him at this very moment, any attempt to attack would have the same effect as a mouse trying to destroy a mountain.  

The mental assault, however, had been far more powerful than Murph could ever have anticipated.

Perhaps Matthew himself believed the weapon he’d designed was a physical one; he seems willing to accept the possibility that it killed its target after all. What the beam had truly unleashed, however, was a sheer, unrelenting wave of emotion. All of Matthew’s simmering rage and heartbreak had drowned Murph under its weight as his consciousness was overcome by burning sparks of light. All of Matthew’s love for his friends and family - which had become so intertwined with grief during his entrapment - reduced Murph’s mind to a blank haze, and beneath it all the sheer power of hope and determination had shattered the reality they’d both been standing in.  

A similar feeling of powerlessness had overcome Murph not long before, when Alexander somehow anticipated Murph’s attempts to erase Matthew from his mind and erected a mental block so formidable that his very reality had trembled. This was different, however. Alex’s attempt had been powerful but clumsy, like batting his arms against an unseen enemy in the dark. In contrast, Matthew’s assault had been the direct attack of a man desperate to burn Murph to the ground without a care in the world for whether he himself survived the aftermath.  

Murph had awoken in his nest, surrounded by screens and caught in a daze. In a moment of madness, he’d spared Matthew’s dying mind from the crumbling reality he was trapped within, fashioning a new one in the blink of an eye. One with considerably less tricks and theatrics. One that resembled the home Matt yearned for so desperately, recreating it so convincingly that his insightful mind appears to have taken the bait.  

Murph cannot help but wonder if it would have been easier to let Matthew die. Alex too. The latter’s knack for questioning his authority will no doubt prove troublesome, now that he knows to be distrustful of the reality presented to him. For now though, Matthew remains his greatest concern. His mind still aches in the wake of the man’s assault. With each passing second, he can feel more and more worlds fade into nothingness, leaving only static in their wake and claiming the souls of thousands in the process. Losing them all is not a possibility he wants to comprehend. He has not spent enough time on Earth to justify heralding humanity’s extinction so early, and alternative dying planets are harder to come by than one might expect.

He wonders how Matthew would feel if he knew he’d disrupted and destroyed the minds of so many people. People who were once as human as him and Alex, who are now gone without the faintest trace that they ever existed in the first place. People who had no say in their fate, nor any stakes in the game they’ve both been playing for far longer than necessary. Would he be so overwhelmed by guilt that he would no longer be able to function? Would the realisation be the final straw in snapping the man’s mind like a twig once and for all?

Or will he consider those people to be liberated from their prison like the naïve fool that he is?

No doubt Murph will find out the answer to that eventually. This particular ammunition is too valuable to waste.  

That can wait until later though. Matthew and Alex still need to be eased gently into believing that their current reality is real; there will be time for twisted revelations and sacrifices later. Besides, regardless of the eventual outcome, Murph can take comfort in knowing that his ultimate victory is inevitable.  

He wonders how long it will take for the penny to drop. For those final, fearful memories to return. For the realisation to sink in that, for all their struggles to return to their beloved realm of flesh and bone, they’ve chosen to embark on an endeavor which is entirely futile.  

They have no physical bodies to return to. No means of roaming the Earth as living creatures. Any vessels they may have previously inhabited sputtered and died when their minds were pulled from their heads; their bodies buried long ago, having been wept over by the same people they insist on mourning now.  

As for their minds? Well, they’ll remain in Murph’s capable hands until the moment he tires of them and blinks them out of existence. No doubt it will be a long while before he’s driven to such extremity, of course. These two are fortunate that they’re as entertaining as they are annoying, and tormenting them further will certainly be one way to pass the time.  

As it stands, time is all he has.  

So for now, he’ll gladly let them indulge in their fantasy. He’ll construct a small band of survivors five miles from the beach, offering food and shelter and an explanation for their ruined earthen surroundings which somewhat mirrors the truth. He’ll offer campfires and music; will allow pleasant recollections of their previous lives to return to them in the form of dreams. He may even offer whispers of other survivors closer to the city, with descriptions matching the loved ones whose arms they wish so desperately to return to.  

There’s no rush. No need to pull the rug from under their feet too early and spoil the fun.

It’s only a game after all.

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Go Solo.

Word count: 2222k A/N: Look who’s back, back again, tell a friend. I’m back with this whole thing of thinking that I’m a writer. Not everything is bad while being on quarantine, found the time to write again and this is the result. English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Hope you like it. Feedback is always welcomed, thanks for reading this. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Her friends told her first, but deep down she already knew. There’s no way on Earth that she couldn’t have fallen for him. They started as an on and off thing, fuck buddies, no string attached whatever you wanted to call it. She knew the deal, all the cards were on the table when they decided to start what they have now but that hasn’t stopped her from developing feeling for him. Leon hasn’t lied to her, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but he wanted her company and he has fun whenever she’s around, not only when it comes to bedroom activities. They met thanks to a common friend and they clicked almost immediately. And a couple of beers later, they were even able to finish each other sentences. That’s why it has worked so easily, it simply flows and they go with it, they thought it could be a great idea. He found her attractive and she couldn’t lie either, he was handsome, to say the least. So yes, when they started their things it seemed perfect on the paper but a few months later…she isn’t so sure about it. She turns her head to look at him, he’s sleeping next to her oblivious to all the thoughts that are running around her mind right now. All she knows right now is that she can’t keep it for herself. Otherwise, she’s gonna end up exploding in the worst moment for them. Unconsciously, her hand runs through his curls, she always loved the feeling of stroking his hair. A grin flashed on his face. That’s the moment it hits her, she can’t keep it up with that they have. She needs to leave now before things get more complicated than what already are. She can’t have her heart broken by him, he hasn’t done something bad, he’s not guilty of that one. He made it crystal clear, he wasn’t ready for a relationship, he wasn’t ready for falling in love for someone. It’s game over for her. After all, she always knew that this could turn out like this. She didn’t expect to fall for him it simply happened they more they spent time together. She gets out of the bed and changes into her clothes before looking at him, peacefully sleeping unaware of all that's happening. She trips over one of his shoes, cursing under her breath, she looks back at his bed when he stirs. Leon opens his eyes, half asleep half awake looking at her using his elbow to sit up. “Where are you going? It’s 3 am, go back to sleep.” His fingers run through his hair as confusion flashed across his face. “I have tons of papers to finish before the end of the month, I wanna wake up early tomorrow, well today, and I didn't want to wake you up.” Hopefully, his half-asleep state helps her this time, she knows that he wouldn’t buy her bullshit if he were fully awake. “Can I give you a ride at least? I don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.” He sits on the bed resting his head against the headboard looking at her. “It’s okay Leon. I’ll call a taxi, don’t worry.” She smiles but somehow it doesn't reach her eyes and he notices it, he knows her. He has made her smile before, he knows when it's genuine. “Am I missing something here? Did I do something?” She shakes her head searching for her phone to call a cab. “It’s all good, I swear. I’m just a little stressed right now, you know me.” He opens his mouth to say something but shakes his head before talking. “I do. That’s why I’m asking…you know you can tell me whatever’s happening on that mind of yours, right?” She should have known better, he wasn’t gonna let her go away that easily. “I know, I’ll tell you as soon something is happening. But right now, it’s just my responsible self calling me out for not being focus on my work.” He’s not buying but he knows that she isn’t gonna tell her a thing right now so it’s better to let her go now and ask later. “Okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a ride? Send me a message as soon as you’re home at least.” She shakes her head one more time before heading to the door. “Don’t worry I’ll text you as soon as I make it home, safe and sound. See you, Leon." “Thank you. See you, gorgeous.” Leon’s name and face appear, once again, on her phone screen. He has been calling her all day, well more like since he finished his match. She’s aware she’s gonna have to face him someday, but she's not ready to do it now. He didn’t buy her bullshit and knew that something was off with her. After all, they were friends and if she didn’t want to share what she was dealing with, it somehow offended him. He thought they were friends and he thought that she would feel confident enough around him to tell him whatever was going on with her at the moment. But what he can’t imagine is that he’s the main reason for her being off with him. Avoiding him forever wasn't an option for her, their friends were mainly the same and she couldn't be around them without him being there most of the times. It wouldn’t be fair for their friends to chose a side when it’s not a side to chose in the first place. They had nothing to do with what they have or had. She’s aware of what she needs to do. Face him, get all out off her chest and then call it quits. But everything seems easier on the paper, she knows she'd crumble under his presence. Focusing on her work rather than spend the afternoon thinking about him was her plan, but it hasn't worked at all. He was constantly on her mind, and the phone ringing across the room hasn’t made it easier for her not to think about him, even tho she put it on silent mode the seconds time it ringed. Leaving the house seemed like the perfect way of getting her head to stop thinking about him, nothing like strolling around the city with a cup of coffee. The crisp air of Munich during autumn gives her chills as soon as she steps out of her house. She walks around the city not knowing really where she is going, she simply walks while her favourite playlist is put on shuffle freeing her mind for at least one hour. When she looks around, she knows exactly where she is, she’s been there before. Indeed, she’s been there a lot recently. All the times she's been there instantly crosses her mind, all the laughs, hugs, kisses and the sleepless nights. God, she's gonna miss him. “Are you looking for me?” She’d recognize that voice anywhere, in all of the possible different tones. She turns around to face him and he’s looking way better than the last time she saw him if that’s even possible. Is she a joke to everyone? Because at this point, she truly thinks she is. “Kind of…yes. I think I was.” She nods as he places one hand on her back slightly pushing her to the door. “Let's talk inside then.” She’s on his couch with a cup of tea on her hands while he comes back with one for himself as well. Sitting next to her he puts one hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing it as he looks at her with concern on his eyes. “What’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for days. And I know you were stressed with work and all that but…” She can tell by the tone he is using that he’s been beating himself up for this. He knows it because of him but can’t put his finger on what he has done to her. “It’s not something you’ve done. I know you think you’re the reason and somehow, you are but not in the way you think. God, I’m not making sense, aren’t I?” He smiles sweetly at her, he always thought she was adorable but she reaches her own peak when she starts acting like that. “You can try tho, talk to me. What’s the problem? What’s going on? I don’t know what I did, but I’m pretty sure that I’m sorry.” His hand covers her hand resting on her knee and her whole body shivers under the subtle touch. “You don’t have to apologize, you did nothing wrong. I’ve always known that you can’t control how someone else feels. You’re not the one to blame, well, there's no one here to blame.” She tries not to look at his eyes, for all that’s good in the world, otherwise, she knows she’ll crumble. “What are you trying to say, baby?” “I’m falling for you if I haven’t had already. And I know what you said, you’re not ready for a relationship, you aren't ready to fall for someone and I do get it. That’s why I’m calling quits with this. I can’t keep seeing you and spending time with you and having sex with you when I already know how this is gonna end. I don’t wanna ruin our friendship, you’re one of the most incredible human beings I've ever met.” He hasn’t seen her since told him that she was falling for him and that she needed time to clear her mind before seeing him again. He tried to tell her, he tried but words didn’t leave his mouth even tho they were dancing on his tongue. “I'm falling for you too” She didn’t even give him a chance to speak, she kissed him for the last time, hugged him and smile at him before leaving his house. That’s the last time she saw her. He wanted to giver her the space she asked for and yet he wanted to call her every single day. He has missed her like crazy. He missed watching her along with his friends at the stadium cheering for him, he missed talking to her before an important match. He missed celebrating every win with her. He missed the way her fingers traced his back when he snuggled with her watching lame tv shows. He missed the way her eyes were always waiting for him whenever they were, he knew as soon as he looks for her, she was already there waiting for him. He missed the way he could always talk about anything and everything and she'd never judge him no matter what. Maybe his friends were right, maybe he took it for granted thinking that she’d always be there for him. Maybe he didn't accept the way he was feeling about her. Maybe he should have said it and she wouldn't have left him. Maybe, but it was too late now. She wasn’t in his life now, she called it quits, she needed out and he was too afraid to say he didn’t want her to leave. And he knew it, all too well. His friend called him that day asking him to go out with him, to have dinner. He missed most of them, but being around them was a reminder of what he’s missing. He knows it’s been a while and she hasn't been around whenever he was out with them, so she won't be there that night. That's what he thought and the main reason she went out with them. The same reason why she said yes to go out with them that night. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was glowing, her smile reaches her eyes, they’re sparkling and he can’t but smile when he sees her like that. Like the old times, she’s smiling just like he did when he was around her. But this time, he isn’t the one making her smile. His hand is on her lower back, they’re talking with a bunch of friends. She rests her head against his shoulder as they speak. She seems happy, way happier than the last time he saw her. She laughs and he can’t help but smile, a sight for sore eyes. When she stops laughing their eyes meet and his whole body shivers, all that he has felt until that day explodes. He wants to go and talk to her, he wants to say something but deep down he knows it too late. The guy next to her leans over and kiss her, his hand on her lower back and hers on his chest. That’s when he realizes it's too late, she has found another one and she seems happy he has no right to say something, he wants her to be happy and she is now. One of his friends pats him in the back when they watch the whole scene. He smiles, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes and says goodbye. He needs to leave. He turns to look at her one last time and she’s already looking at him. She could have been the best right in a million wrongs but now, he goes solo.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi, could I request a scenario for Kai about an SO who play baseball, Kai didn't know about that, until Kurono informed him that he saw his angel in such a place training to death? Kai would forbid his angel to continue, even if he see that his angel is very good at playing? I hope it is understood, english is not my first language. Thanks!

(Coming from a small southern town, I should know a lot more about baseball since I used to play with all my friends. However, I don’t understand as well so I’ll just go with the batting cage thingy and call it there!)

~Kai’s S/O is a Baseball Machine~

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Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick...

The clock on the wall was making his head spin along with a small touch of anxiety that he refused to admit he was having at the moment. This just wasn’t like you! Sure you were away during certain days of the week doing God knows what, but this is the latest he has ever experienced you being out. Kai was becoming a better man, and that included not being too controlling over you, but he couldn’t help being worried about you. Therefore, he sent Chrono to go find you instead of calling you himself...

He didn’t want to seem to overbearing.

Meanwhile you were a complete mess! You were pouring sweat with a filthy uniform, and a dark bruise forming on your (s/c) skin after missing a ball from the batting machine. About a month ago you joined a baseball team called the Onigiri girls/boys/ballers. You had always had a great sense when it comes to the game, so joining a team was naturally a good decision to you. However, you hadn’t told Kai yet for obvious reasons. Suddenly when you were getting ready to run through the machine again, you heard a car horn from behind you. You turned to see a familiar black Mercedes roll down the tinted window and Mimic stuck his tiny head out. “Your Uber is here!” You laughed at his lame joke, loaded your stuff up, and got in the backseat. You were careful to avoid moving too much so that Kai’s seat wouldn’t get too dirty. “I wasn’t sure you’d gotten my texts. You know I could’ve taken the bus back home anyway, right?” You spoke to Hari as he drove. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh please, you know that wouldn’t have worked. It’s getting too late already and he’s been looking for you. Eventually you know you gotta tell him or else I will.” You groaned tightened your seat belt. “Hari you wouldn’t snitch on me, would you? Besides, I was gonna tell him yesterday! I just...forgot.” You lied but Hari caught on and began dialing a number on the middle dashboard screen. Kai picked up the Car’s Bluetooth call before you could complain. 

“Hey boss, Irinaka and I got Y/N here in the backseat.” There was a short pause before a sigh of relief rung out over the phone. “Good, so I wasn’t going to have to come find them after all. Where was she/he/they?” Kai asked and Hari paused, looking up at your from the middle mirror before quickly looking back at the road. “Well, are yah gonna say somethin?” Mimic loudly whispered to you. A short silence passed and Hari quickly threw you under the bus. “Boss, I’ll call you back in a second. In fact, we’re almost there so I’ll see you in a bit. Something came up!” Hari then ended the call and you could feel the intensity burning the atmosphere around you. “Y/N when we get back, if you don’t tell him then you know I will.”

And Hari did just that.

In fact, he even showed Kai a video he snuck of you while training at the batting cage. Kai was almost impressed had it not been for the way he felt when he saw how hard you were pushing yourself. He turned to you and glared like an adult scolding you. “Kai I...”

“Room...now.” He pointed and without another word, you went to the bedroom, glaring at Kurono on your way there. Once inside the room, Kai removed his mask and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Angel, you already know I don’t want you to do that meaningless hobby anymore.” 

“Meaningless? It’s not meaningless to me! I’ve been apart of a baseball team for the longest! I didn’t tell you because I knew you'd overreact!” He paused for a moment and then looked down at the floor. He was failing when it came to being less overbearing. He was being the exact opposite of what he tried to avoid. Although he grew to hate the thought of you working so hard, he began to slowly approve of your baseball endeavors more and more each day. Eventually he became your biggest supporter, sponsoring your team and even going to get custom merch created as well. His only wish was that you not overwork yourself in exchange.

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