#no one wants to hear you bitching and moaning about every 3rd word on every page

[justascrollingghost]

Them: I HATE THEM!

Everyone Else: don’t read the books then?

Them: .. wait.. what.. I just hate the main character and her mate which the entire series is based off of and the inner circle who are the main character’s family and the plot I hate that too but other than that it’s my favourite series?!

[l1tw1ck]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Bottom!FTM!3rd Year Kenma x Top!Masc!Teacher Reader

[Series] | AFAB Language Used | might be OOC

Contains: CNC + Non-Con, Rough Sex, Sir Kink, Dom/Sub, Hair Pulling, Choking, Window Sex, Slapping, Slut Shaming, Degrading

Words: 1,653 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Kenma looks at you with that look, the kind of look that no one would be able to mistake as anything other than flirting. Looking up at you with half lidded eyes, slightly biting his lip while tracing the indent of his desk.

You'd be lying if you said that look wasn't tempting. God knows how badly you want to ruin this boy, destroy his confident and flirty demeanor and make him cry. You don't even know where he got it from, he usually keeps to himself. You wonder if he learned it from somewhere or if he just recently showed his true colors.

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It gets hard to hold back when Kenma purposely tries to get detention.

He flings a pen at the back of your head and smiles.

"Kozume." You cross your arms. "What's your problem?"

He shrugs. "Sorry sir."

You sigh and brush it off, turning back around to erase the board. He flings two more pens at you.

"See me after class." You say sternly, picking the pens up and placing them at his desk. "I don't think you want to know what'll happen if you keep this up." You lower your voice so only Kenma can hear.

He holds back a moan and rubs his thighs together, staring at you with clear and undeniable lust but you manage to ignore it.

Kenma waits at his desk until the last student leaves and immediately goes up to yours.

"I'm considering transferring you out of my class."

Kenma's eyes widen. "No- why?!"

"You know why, Kozume. I don't think you're learning properly in my class either, you don't pay attention."

"I'll be good sir, please! I'll stop I promise." He frowns. "I'll be a good boy for you.."

You sigh heavily, trying to ignore how attractive that sounds. "I don't know. I really don't think you should be in my class anymore."

"Are you worried you're going to make a move on me?" He looks at you shyly. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me, so don't worry.."

"I have every right to call your parents and arrange a meeting with the principal, I am not going to do anything with you."

Kenma climbs onto your lap and wraps his arms around your neck, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Don't you want to have your way with me, sir?" He grinds down onto your crotch.

Your breathing becomes ragged as he speeds up and whispers more dirty things into your ear. "I know you've fantasized about it, I know you wanna be inside me."

You grab his hips. "Fine. You win." You pull his cardigan over his head and rip his collared shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.

Kenma gasps and quickly unbuckles his belt, you help him tug his pants and underwear off. His wet cunt dampens your pants.

He unbuckles your belt next with much more vigor, messily unzipping your fly and pulling your pants down. He basically drools at the sight of your hard length in your boxers.

Kenma tugs it off and moans. Your hands find their place on his hips and lift him up, slowly pushing your tip inside him before slamming him down.

Kenma covers his mouth in shock, almost having an orgasm.

"Start moving."

Kenma barely processes what you said, completely consumed by euphoria.

You slap him. "I said start moving, bitch."

He whimpers and starts riding you, gripping your shoulders for balance. You stick your fingers into his mouth and he gladly sucks on them.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you sh- sir~"

"For what?"

"Fo- for fuh- fuckinggh~ me~"

"I'm not fucking you, baby."

"Hhng~ thank yo- you for let uh~ letting me fuc- fuck myself on- on your c- thi- thick cock~"

"That's right, making a mess of yourself on my cock and only caring about your pleasure."

Kenma notices your unamused expression and stops.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth and slap him, the wetness making it hurt more. "I didn't say stop."

Kenma goes back to bouncing, on the verge of tears. "Sorry- 'M sorry~!"

"You're such an ugly crier, makes me want to hurt you more." You slap him again.

"Ah-" Kenma squeaks. "Hu- hurts~"

"Not what you expected, slut?" You pick him up and lay him down on the desk, finally showing him how it feels to be fucked. "And what do you say now?"

"Th~ thank you~ fo- for fucking me~ sir~!" He sobs happily.

You spit on his chest, slapping it and making him mewl. "Such a loud little bitch, want your other teachers to see you whoring yourself out for me?"

Kenma tries to cover his mouth but you hold his hands apart.

"St- stop~! Ple- please!" He sobs loudly, unable to hold back his moans. He doesn't want you to stop but he can't get caught.

"How will your parents react? Finding out you seduced your teacher instead of focusing on your studies."

"Sir- sir~!"

"What'll they think when you end up pregnant too?"

Kenma's eyes widen. "Please no! I'm beh- begging you~!"

"But you came to me, acting like a slut, saying you'd let me do whatever I wanted but now you're upset? Now you don't want it?"

"In- in my mou- mouth ple- please~!"

You roll your eyes and pull out. "Get on your knees, right now."

Kenma scrambles to get on the ground, head fuzzy and body weak. He kneels in front of you and opens his mouth, hoping you'll just shove it in his mouth or jerk yourself off.

You grab the back of his hair and force his mouth to swallow your cock, tugging him back and forth as you reach your completion.

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. You can't tell if he's enjoying himself or if he absolutely hates it.

You shrug off the thought and release into his throat, he quickly swallows it. And again, you can't tell if it's because he wants to swallow it or because he thinks he'll get punished for not doing it.

"And what do you say?"

"Thank you for coming inside my mouth, sir." He looks up at you sweetly.

You pick him up by his hair and drag him to the open window, slamming his bare body against the cold glass.

Kenma looks down in horror, anyone could see him right now. That is if they had a camera that could zoom very well, since it's the third floor, which hopefully is unlikely.

"I'm not done here so you better shut the fuck up and take it like a good little whore."

Kenma moans. "Yes, sir."

You scoff, of course he's enjoying this. "Fucking slut." You enter him again, slower than before.

He giggles. "I'm such a fucking slut, sir~"

"You were pretending earlier, weren't you?"

He smirks. "Sort of. It turns you on though, right?"

Your hand creeps up onto his throat and grips it lightly. "If we're going to play that kind of game, just know that I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Even when you're crying and genuinely begging for me to stop, I won't."

Kenma moans and shivers. "Yes sir~"

"And don't worry, I won't come inside." You lie.

Kenma sighs in relief. "Thank you sir.."

Without warning, you tighten your grip on his neck and start thrusting. Kenma quickly turns into a moaning mess.

"Oh god~! So- ugh~ good~!" He rolls his eyes back.

"Can I tell you something, Kozume?" Your breath is cool against his ear.

"Yesh~"

"I love fucking 3rd years, you all are so fucking tight and inexperienced. So fucking easy to ruin before they can even graduate and meet a nice guy." You groan in his ear. "On the cusp of adulthood but still retaining their innocence, so easy to mold."

Kenma whines, hating that he's not the first student you've had sex with.

"So submissive and easy to manipulate too, I could ask you to drop out and marry me and you would, wouldn't you?"

Kenma nods the best he can with your hand wrapped around his throat. "Wan- wanna be your wif- wife~"

"Aw, you wanna be my wife?" You say mockingly. "Y'know, it might actually suit you better since you're such a fucking cock slut."

"Ph- please~ sir~"

"Whore."

Kenma mewls in surprise at the chilling tone in your voice. His back arches against your chest as he comes.

"Look at yourself, you're having an orgasm because I called you a whore! And you think you should be my wife." You laugh.

Kenma sobs. "I'm sor- sorry-"

You pull out and turn him around before resuming your rhythm. "You're only good for being a living sex toy, don't get ahead of yourself."

"'M sorry sir~" He almost chokes on his tears. "'M just a se- sex toy~"

"That's right, just a stupid doll." You speed up your thrusts. "And this stupid doll is gonna let me come inside it, right?"

Kenma shakes his head rapidly. "No! No! Please! You pr- promised!"

You ignore his desperate begging and keep fucking him, adjusting his position so that you reach him deeper.

"Sto- stop! Pl- pleas-" His eyes widen when he feels your cum enter him. "No- I-"

"Say thank you."

Kenma shakes his head. "Please pull out!"

"Say it, bitch." You slap him.

"Than- thank you! For co- comin- coming insi- inside me sir!" He says in between sniffles and sobs.

"Good boy." You pull out of him and let him drop to the floor. You watch as he weakly tumbles to your desk to get tissues.

"Don't want this anymore?" You ask.

"Want it...I want it.." Kenma sniffles as he tries to clean out the cum. "But I can't- I don't want to be pregnant-"

"You're so cute, you're making me want to come inside you even more."

Kenma looks up at you in fear. "Please...please don't!"

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Its my 3rd request already? Well shit. Could you do a dom Sirius and James and sub Remus and fem reader.. Punishment. In a classroom.. For not doing their homework- And just like... Put EVERY SINGLE ONE of the kinks that you have- When did I turn into a kinky bitch😫

Why are you being bad?

Ft. James‘ and Sirius‘ big dick™️

Read the username and knew the request was gonna be good, Enjoy!! <3

Warning: 18+

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You had been busy all afternoon yesterday, planning some prefect stuff with Remus. Both of you had been so engrossed in the planning, that the potions essay had completely slipped your mind.

„Fuck they’re gonna be mad. This is the third time we forgot!“ Remus panicked.

„Shit!“ you swore „I knew that we had forgotten something!“

„I don’t want to be punished“ Remus whined „I barely healed from last time. My ass fucking hurts!“

You sat down on the bed and buried your face in your palms, silently thinking of an excuse.

„What if“ you hesitated „What if we just lie and say we did do it. And – and we say that some Slytherins attacked us from behind, vanishing the essays?“

Remus gave you a hopeful look. „You think that’ll work?“

You bit your lip. „It has to otherwise we’re fucked mate.“

Remus snorted. „Don’t call me mate, I’ve fucked you before.“

You laughed at that and took his hand in your own. „Right, lets go.“

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Remus and you were in your seats, behind Sirius and James. The two doms had been in a sour mood all morning, something about Quidditch being cancelled. Remus‘ hand was squeezing your thigh hard and your leg was bouncing a fucking mile a minute.

„What if they know?“ Remus said.

„If you keep acting like a scared bitch of course they’ll know Rem!“ You whisper-yelled.

„Shut the fuck up, your leg is about to go into cardiac arrest!“ he hissed back.

You instantly stopped bouncing your leg and instead took his hand to calm yourself down. Remus gave you a shaky smile, gripping tight.

„We’ll be fine“ you said, not believing anything you said. Remus just nodded.

„Where are your essays?“ The Professor asked and it took you both a second to realize that he was talking to you.

You chose to answer. „Um- we don’t have it Sir. There have been some difficulties.“

The moment you said that the essay wasn’t done, James turned around to give you a hard stare, jaw already clenching. Sirius let out a small chuckle and nodded to himself, before he turned slowly in his seat to glare at Remus. Your fellow sub nearly crushed your hand.

„We can explain!“ Remus blurted out towards the teacher, but his eyes were trained on Sirius as he spoke. „Could we talk after class, Sir?“ The question was actually directed to Sirius and James.

Sirius just gave him a tight smile and turned around. James didn’t though, he kept staring at you until the Professor told him to turn back to his book.

„Alright, stay after class then.“

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You told your teacher the same lie you wanted to tell your angry doms and nearly cried with relief when he said that you could hand it in the next day. The moment you two were alone in the classroom, James and Sirius came bursting through the door and threw their bags in the corner. James locked and soundproofed the room, before he stood next to Sirius, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Sirius took a breath to calm himself and cracked his neck. It was dead silent.

“We know you lied.”

Remus nearly fainted next to you and you chewed your lip anxiously.

“We didn’t lie, Sir.” Your voice was somehow steady and you kept eye contact, shivering a little.

James lost his cool and Sirius had to hold him back from slamming you against the nearest surface. Believe it or not, Sirius was the cold and detached type during punishments, while James lost control of his rage.

“I’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth.” Sirius said, voice still calm.

This time Remus steeled himself and responded. “We didn’t lie, Sir.”

“Alright” Sirius said, a little anger laced his voice now and he turned to the other dom “James, they’re yours.”

Not needing to be told twice, James ripped his belt and tie off and barked out a “On your knees, head down.”

You two dropped to your knees and bowed your heads. James took the belt and tied it around Remus‘ hands, pulling so taunt that the boy winced. Moving towards you he bound yours with the tie and stood up.

“This isn’t gonna be a fun punishment like you’re used to.” Sirius said as he made himself comfortable on the chair, crossing his arms, legs spread wide. He had the regal confidence of a king, looking down at you nonchalantly. “We will stay here as long as it takes for you to confess.”

James took over. “Forgetting your essays after you told us that it’s already done is one thing, but to look at us and lie twice?!” James voice was getting louder with every word and you both trembled “That’s blatant disrespect. We’ve been to lentient lately.”

He took off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, rolling up the sleeves. He crouched infront of Remus and grabbed his chin. Remus raised his head but kept his eyes casted on James’ chest out of respect.

“I know that she can be a brat” James mused and gripped harder, bruises already forming on Remus’ chin “but you should have known better baby.”

Remus sniffled and you saw his eyes gloss over, not because James was hurting him, but because of the scolding. Remus hated being bad.

“And you” James yelled, voice hardening when it came to you, knowing he could treat you a little rougher that the werewolf “just can‘t stay out of trouble huh? Do you like making us angry?”

Heaven knows why but James’ tone irked you, sometimes punishments made you feisty. It’s not like everything was your fault. Yes it had been your idea, but you never forced Remus to play along.

For now you decided to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to make it worse for Remus, you loved him too much for that. So you took the blame. Sighing, you nodded, albeit with attitude. James noticed and took off his ring.

Slap.

Your head whipped to the side and you bit your lip from making any noise, but you couldn’t help the little hiss that escaped you.

“Lets try that again” Sirius said this time, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. You glared at him from under your lashes, forcing out a “Yes. I understand.”

Slap.

You bit your lip harder and James noticed and slapped you for the third time. You heard Remus‘ distressed sounds and reigned yourself in. Bowing your head you let out a meek, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy, what?” James sneered.

“Yes Daddy, I understand that it is my fault and I will take my punishment like a good girl.”

“Atta girl” Sirius laughed “Stop trying to play tough.”

The biting undertone made you want to get up and slap them back, but you just clenched your jaw and swallowed your anger.

James stood before you two with his legs spread and hands behind his back. He was oozing dominance and the powerful stance turned you on and scared you at the same time. Remus was affected as well, not daring to move a single inch.

„We have decided to let you do the work“ James grinned menacingly „Skirt off and bend over the desk.“

You stood and flipped your skirt up, struggling a little with your bound wrists.

„God, can you do anything right?“ James groaned and flipped the skirt up, pinching your skin. He couldn’t help it, you just made him lose his mind.

As James was taking off your restrains Sirius took something out of his pocket. You felt him press the toy on your clit and whined a little, pushing back against him.

„Stay still greedy girl“ Sirius muttered and pressed the toy inside of your wet cunt, pushing it in so deep that it pressed against your sweet spot.

Your hands were free and you stood up straight again, gasping when the vibrator turned on. You knees buckled and you had to steady yourself on the desk behind you.

The two doms watched you, biting their lips, veins in their arms flexing as the balled their fists. Sirius and James just wanted to fuck you so bad, but they had a point to make.

„Look at her“ Sirius teased „can‘t even hold herself up.“

James chuckled, licking his lips as he watched you throw your head back and moan loudly.

„Well she is a slut Pads, m‘not surprised.“

You looked at them again, wincing when the vibrations got worse and your legs trembled.

„Don‘t you dare come little girl“ James warned „you‘re already in enough trouble. C‘mon get up, time to pay attention to Remus.“

„Yes, Daddy“ you whimpered, voice breaking.

„Up, boy“ Sirius commanded and Remus scrambled up, head still bowed. He quickly unbuttoned Remus‘ pants and pulled them down, forcing him to bend over the teachers desk by his neck and held him there.

„We have a little game for you.“ Sirius drawled. „Our darling girl is going to punish you with the belt Remmy.“

Remus whimpered softly as Sirius dragged his palms across his sore ass, the skin still red from another punishment. „Hush, I‘m not done. Your Daddy is going to put your favorite vibrator in your tight litte hole.“

Remus was panting now, the way Sirius was whispering in his ear made him leak precum on the table. „If your cum, she doesn‘t get to.“ James finished, giving you a mocking smile when you gaped at them.

„But Remus can‘t hold back for shit-“

James had your head bend backwards in a flash, your neck cracking with the sudden movement as you were forced to look up at the ceiling.

„I‘m done with your fucking games“ James roared at you and your eyes glossed over because of the painful tilt of your head.

„Daddy-“ Remus tried but Sirius spanked him hard.

„I‘m sorry! I‘m sorry! Please, I‘ll be good“ you wailed as James bit down hard on your shoulder, sharp canines drawing little pearls of blood.

„If I hear one more complaint out of your whore mouth we won‘t touch you for an entire month. You won‘t get our attention at all. Do. You. Understand?“

„Yes!“ you sobbed „Yes! Please don‘t!“

He let you go and you knelt down in front of the dom, leaning your head against his thigh as you cried for forgiveness.

„I didn‘t m-mean to“ you hiccuped and James stroked you head lightly. „Prove that you‘re a good girl and your daddies will forgive you.“

Yes, you would prove it. You would make them proud. That was all the motivation you needed and you got up, wiping you tears as you made your way over to Remus. Taking his face in your hands you gave him a slow kiss, whispering a secret „I‘m sorry“ and bend him over the table again.

Remus grit his teeth when he felt the first punishing slap of Sirius‘ belt on his already sore ass. He wasn‘t weak by all means, he is a goddamn werewolf, it was the pleasure he was worried about. See, Remus had a thing for pain.

Both of your vibrators came to life at the same time and you let out simultaneous moans. You nearly dropped the belt and your knees buckled, Remus forhead banged against the table as he groaned from the back of his throat.

„Keep going“ Sirius commanded, the doms watching you closely.

You started to spank Remus again, the other boy was a whimpering mess, sweat dripping down his back.

„Ah please“ he begged, legs clenching to hold his release „please, enough!“

„Five more Rem“ you pleaded „please hold it, five more then you‘re done!“ Youe own voice cracked with the threat of an upcoming orgasm, the vibrations so strong you felt them on your clit.

„I can‘t!“ Remus cried, words garbled. „Ah- no!“

The belt had directly hit his swollen balls from behind and Remus came hard, his cum coating the teachers desk.

„Fuck“ you whined when James arm wrapped around you waist and pulled you back to his chest. His other hand slid inside of your clenching hole and pulled out the toy, taking away your privilege to cum.

„Please“ You were a mess, dripping tears and shaky legs.

James directed you to sit on Sirius lap, the latter cooed and kissed your tears away.

„Hush baby, you know Daddy hates crying. I‘m gonna give you a choice now“ Sirius said, a dangerous glint in his pretty eyes.

„Either we punish Remmy again and you get to cum“ you heard the boy plead in the background, not able to handle another punishment „or we don‘t and you won‘t get cummies. What will it be baby?“

The doms knew that they weren‘t being fair. They were far to agitated to play nice, angry because of the cancelled game and your disobedience. They wanted to be merciless.

Through the fog of your despair you glanced back to make sure Remus was alright. Seeing him all bruised and teary made your heart ache. Fuck, you thought, fuck you Remus Lupin. Fuck you and your cute face.

You decide to not cum and spare him.

„Don‘t punish him“ you said with a heavy heart „I won‘t cum.“

Sirius gave you a pleased smile and kissed you hard. James dragged Remus with him, sitting down and made Remus kneel on the ground at his feet.

„Good choice puppy“ Sirius said, stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs „only good girls put others needs before their own.“

Youwere confused as you stared at your dom. „Daddy?“

„Cum whenever you like“ Sirius said and you felt him push inside of you with a hard thrust.

You gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he pushed up inside of your hot pussy, groaning at the feeling of being so deep inside of you.

„You gonna tell Daddy the truth now?�� Sirius pressed, wanting to hear you confess.

„I‘m sorry Daddy!“ Your voice was high pitched and it was difficult to breathe with the force behind his thrusts.

„Try again“ Sirius moaned, pushing you down to meet his thrusts and you shrieked when his cock hit your sweet spot brutally.

„We lied!“ you wailed „We‘re sorry please!“

They had been torturing your body and mind the entire afternoon and you just wanted to cum. You just wanted to sink into the haze of your release.

„Good girl“, Sirius growled before his hand came down to stroke your clit swiftly. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you screwed your eyes shut, cumming hard around him. Sirius‘ balls tightened at the sight and he came inside of you, teeth biting over the same spot as James did.

„God puppy“ Sirius praised, his voice trembling „take my cum fuck yes-“

You heard James let out a shout and saw him cum in Remus‘ mouth, forcing him down so deep that you couldn‘t make out his face from the side.

„Swallow or m‘not lettin‘ you up boy.“

Remus‘ choked as he swallowed eagerly, pulling away to show James his empty mouth. James gave his cheek light taps as he murmured a „Good bitch“

Grabbing him under his arms James pulled Remus up, cuddling him against his chest. You sat there for a while, enjoying the manly smell of your doms and their hands tracing your bodies.

„What have you learned?“ James voice still had an edge to it, but it wasn‘t as aggressive anymore.

„We won‘t lie again.“ Remus and you said in unison.

„And?“ Sirius pressed.

„We will tell you when we can‘t finish our essays on time.“ You said, hiding your face in his soft neck.

„We forgive you.“ James said now, reaching over to coax your face out of its hiding. „You did good.“

James‘ praises were always comforting because the dom was a lot harder to impress that Sirius. His voice was completely relaxed now and you saw Remus already fast asleep on his chest.

Maybe lying wasn‘t the best idea after all.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

The Last Exhale | Prologue

Summary: The honest and hardworking poor girl finds love in the arms of the rebellious and charming rich boy, and despite all odds, their love prevails and their inspiring story gets its fairytale ending when the two tie the knot, cementing their love under the sacred vows of marriage. Except real life isn’t a drama, and the story doesn’t end here for our protagonists who, instead of being the heroes they set out to be, end up taking on the role of the villain in each other’s life story.

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst, slight smut

Warnings: substance use, domestic violence, choking, bj

A/N: if you feel like you’ve read this as a bts fic before dw I’m the original author trying to continue it as a skz fic. Hopefully I can succeed in that. The general concept of this fic is that each chapter is based on a specific song and set in alternating POVs between the MC and the member so you can see their differing opinions and takes on each event and highlight how biased every person’s perception is.

Song and title of the prologue: Back to Black

POV of this chapter: 3rd person

The member in this story isn’t decided yet so please help me decide by voting between Chan and Lix. And if you can give me a reason for either member that would favor your choice being picked.

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“I can’t believe you just stood there and let your parents humiliate me like that.” She shouts at him, not caring that the entire house staff can hear her argument with her husband.

“But I thought you were a strong woman, an Amazon, who doesn’t need my help.” He mocks her cheerfully.

She grits her teeth together so hard she thinks she could taste the pulverized bone on her tongue. “There is a difference between treating me like a prized show horse and coming to my aid when I genuinely need you.”

He cracks up. “Look at what you’re wearing! A show horse is worth more than your entire life, baby.”

She slaps him. At any other time, He would’ve returned the favor but not right now.

“Ohh, baby, are you in that mood again?” He places a hand on her ass, pulling her up against him. “Told you that you wouldn’t be able to stop for long. It feels good doesn’t it, punishing me? Hurting me? But that’s ok, I like it too. Hit me more.”

All colors drain from her face. That was a mistake. A colossal, fucked up mistake. It was during the worst time of her life, a time where she would’ve killed herself if he’d only left her alone for a second, but he just wouldn’t leave. And before she even knew what she was doing, as if she had blacked out, she was striking him, over and over again. It had started as a way to get him to leave so she can finally do it, she remembers now, but along the way, it morphed into a sick redirection of all her anger and remorse onto him, and instead of leaving or shouting or fighting back, he let her. He stood there, head bowed, and neck bared--and god help her, that only made her hit him more. But it was over now, and she would never go back to being that monster again.

A crazed laugh snaps her attention back to the source of all her torment who was staring at her with a euphoric smile on his face. “What do you say, babe?”

“Are you fucking high? You couldn’t even stay sober one night for me?” She pushed him off. She had specifically requested that he doesn’t do coke today so he can stay alert and by her side at his parent’s dinner party, but what did she really expect from him?

“You can’t blame me when you insist on embarrassing me in front of everyone I know.” She gives him a confused look and he comes up to her and tugs harshly on her dress, ripping a piece right off. “What is this shit? Why couldn’t you just let me buy you something nice to wear? How do you think it makes me feel when people see that my wife dresses cheaper than one of my father’s whores?”

She is about to slap him again but he catches her hand this time. “Not all of us have fathers who can get us what we want before we even think it up.”

“But you have me. Let me take care of you.” He puts his hands on her upper arms and searches her eyes. “Just like I used to before.”

“And have your parents think that they were right about me? That I was a gold digger all along.” She shakes his hands off of her. “And even if I do that, what happens after your father dies and your brother takes control of the company and throws you out. How will you take care of me then? You’re doing nothing to secure your place in the company and soon we will be out on the streets. What are you doing to prevent that? Going to parties and driving your expensive cars around with your friends, denying like a child that your father will ever die?”

“Well maybe if you weren’t such an uptight cunt, we could’ve worked together to find a solution instead of you spending all of your energy on constantly tearing me down and saying how useless I am.” The words held a lot of meaning but her husband’s tone was lightheartedly insane, and that stupid euphoric grin was still plastered on his face.

She could easily argue back that he wasn’t such an angel himself and that he always treated her like she were inferior to him and spoke down to her whenever she tried to suggest something that could help, always making sure to point out that she had no idea what she was talking about because she’s just a cook’s daughter.

But it was useless. He’s high out of his fucking mind and they’ve had the same argument a thousand times before. She turns her back to him and heads up the elegant marble stairway of the outrageously expensive house, looking to wash the night’s events off of herself.

“Fine, just walk away from me after you’ve ruined my fucking buzz,” He shouts up at her, but she’s sure she didn’t really. He’ll be in bliss for hours still while she sits in bed contemplating how in the world she ended up like this.

They used to be so happy before. Nothing could ever dim the love they had for each other, not his parents’ disapproval nor their different backgrounds. They were different people when they were together. They changed just for each other, and they vowed on their wedding day that they wouldn’t let anything come between them.

But the years proved them wrong. They never changed at all. They just came back full circle, and hard. The differences between them became more apparent than ever and as the years went by, they stopped seeing from the other person’s point of view and became more unyielding in their own opinions than even the people that stood in their way in the past were.

So where do they go from this?

The sound of feet dragging heavily across the floor as someone makes their way slowly down the hall would surely frighten anyone, but she doesn’t even flinch. She knew it was her husband finally back home after disappearing for hours like always.

The sound continues for a few minutes until it stops just behind her, and she turns away from the window of her little alcove to look at him. She takes his appearance in, hair and clothes disheveled and a dark aura about him. She holds the joint in between her lips and reaches out to him, looping her thumbs through the waistband of his pants and pulling him close to her before unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his thighs along with his boxers.

There on the inner side of his boxers was the evidence of his night out, dried cum and pussy juices. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or changing his underwear before coming to her. He wanted her to know.

She takes a deep breath from the joint and turns her back to him again, blowing out the smoke through the open window.

He never liked when she ignored him. He doesn’t like that at all. He reaches forward and snatches the joint out of her hand and snuffs it out violently with his boot. His high is very obviously over. She’s relaxed now and he’s the one on edge.  

The cool gaze she regards him with pisses him off more and he grabs her by the hair and pulls her down to his dick, “Suck.”

He wanted her to taste that woman on him. He wanted to humiliate her. He wanted to hurt her, but all she felt was numbness.

He is not gentle with her, those days were long over. He moves her around like a ragdoll over his cock, thrusting it down her throat and not stopping even when he hears her gagging around him and clawing at his thighs. Instead, he pinches her nose, cutting off her oxygen supply completely.

“Should I let you die like this? No court would dare condemn me, my father would see to that.” He growls, taunting her with his father’s power the same way she belittled him for it earlier. “It’s what a cheap bitch like you deserves for not knowing her place with her master.”

Her face was turning blue, and her throat was constricting vigorously around her husband’s cock, fighting to let a breath in but only increasing his pleasure. She hears him moaning and grunting above her but she can’t see him through her rapidly blurring vision.

She doesn’t know if he knew just when to stop or if it was a stroke of luck but right as she thought she was about to pass out, he pulls his cock out of her mouth and stops pinching her nose. She falls forward on the floor at his feet, coughing and sputtering, and he watches her from above while he gives himself those last few strokes before cumming all over her. Some of it lands on her face, some on her hair, some on her clothes…In the end, she looks as much of a mess as she feels she is inside.

Despite having nothing obstructing her airway anymore, her lungs still couldn’t believe it, heaving in huge gulps of air as if the supply would be cut off again at any moment.

Her husband tucks himself back into his pants before crouching down over her. He holds her chin in his hand causing more of the cum stuck to his palm to mess up her face. “Why do you have to make me do this, baby? You know that I love you.”

His voice sounded so hurt and sincere that she couldn’t stop yourself from spitting in his face. What did it matter that he loved her, that she loved him, when it wasn’t enough anymore? “You’re nothing to me.”

He retaliates by slapping her, sending her crashing against the floor from the powerful blow. “I’ll make you yield, you’ll see, and then we’ll be happy again.”

He walks away and she stares after him with a hatred that taints her very soul. How was it possible for the human heart to contain so much hate and love for the same person without just giving up?

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A/N: before I put this fic on hiatus, I had posted 4 (very long) chapters. I will be reposting one every week and hopefully by then I would’ve written chapter 5.

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|AFTER HOURS| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X OC 

About-  Your husband and business partner finds you up way past acceptable work hours for the 3rd night in a row! So, daddy has to step in and remind you that’s not something we do in this household. You come before work, in every sense of the phrase!

OR- Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in a open relationship with! Your in desperate need of a 2nd videographer/editor! So here you are, up at 1 AM scrolling through resumes because your that boss that hates to overwork her employess so she overworks herself!

Warnings:Daddy kink, Dom Namjoon, switch OC (More of a sassy/bratty sub)Top OC, Oral (F recieving) Light ass play, (Rimming), Dirty talk, Breath play, Spanking(Pain kink),Hair pulling, unprotected sex, light cum play, VERY LIGHT degration (He calls her a “little bitch” once but it’s playful still noting in case it offends ppl)The end hints at a threesum…...with a certain redhead 

Tae is their sassy exec.assistant and makes a cheeky little appearance at the end.

Jonnie baby is tatted...LORDT

There a fun freaky little couple...

WC:6k

NOTE- This is kinda old and  was set to be part 1 of an OT7 AU called “7 DEEP” 

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  “Really?” Goddamn, leave it to Namjoon to make one word sound just as sexy as it was intimidating! 

You heard the footsteps fuck you did, you just opted to ignore them and hope maybe he’d just, I don’t know leave? Maybe he was just doing a wellness check? But, if that’s the case, as your tired, unfocused, half-lidded gaze caught the bottom right of your laptop screen, which was glaring back at you something vicious! You realize that you’ve royally fucked up, and its a cute little 2 am right now! So no, he’s not going any damn were, anytime soon….

“Baby” The word left his lips just as much disappointment as it did allure which is a hell of a combination I know, I know, but in all honesty, it fits the mood. You caught his visual briefly through the mirror mounted against the wall and fuck, your man is fine as all hell! Frame resting casually against the entryway, arms folded firm across the smooth chiseled planes of his caramelized tattooed chest. Oversized cat-eye glasses perched on top of that cute little button nose of his, A pair of loosely fitted sweats sitting low against his v-lines, the thin grey fabric left nothing to the imagination as he’d clearly opted against boxers tonight. Shoulders and arms flexing effortlessly due to his current position which screams nothing but “Your ass is in trouble”. Which I mean, your kinda here for...kinda not….

Only offering a low hum in response as you continued scrolling through mounds resumes and video reels that were currently clogging up the admin email that was typically reserved for Taehyung. And that’s when you hear his feet shuffle closer, and closer until there’s a heavy yet comforting weight pressing against your back. The temperature around you shifting, as he leans down, arms braced on the table on either side of your frame. His long, beautiful, veiny fingers pattering idly against the glass, showcasing an array of rings, one of them being his Cartier wedding band as his lips nuzzling into your neck. Nosing up and down your skin slowly, almost teasingly, just breathing you in until your shifting back against him, a strong chill running down your spine. 

“We talked about this…” Voice low, seductive, yet stern and still clearly a little disappointed...nipping at your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to make a point. Forcing yourself not to lean back into his touch no matter how bad you wanted to beg for more than just him grazing his teeth along your skin! You needed him to bite, hard, and he already knows it too, how much you get off on being marked..and that’s exactly why he’s not doing it...The little shit! 

“I know but -” Namjoon reaches up to slam your laptop shut, sliding it and the stack of papers to the opposite end of your dining room table, that you’ve managed to convert to a makeshift office. 

“We talked. About this” Simply parroting the words again, just slower this time as if to say you clearly must not have heard him correctly initially.

You sigh. Deep, slow, defeated, a nod rendering, out as a half-arsed response triggering Namjoon to pull back from you only to slide your chair from beneath the table. Shifting it to face him before dropping to a squat between your thighs. Gaze unwavering as he took in your blatantly exhausted appearance, still, he couldn’t help but melt as he reached out to caress your jaw feeling the way you nestled into it instantly. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly, as he smoothed his hands down your body, slipping beneath your robe to gently massage your thighs.

“So what the fuck, are you doin?” Brow arched as if he was daring you to actually respond, yet there wasn’t a single sharp edge to his voice, it was suddenly soft, calm. As if he was genuinely asking why you were doing this to yourself because he can’t make a lick of sense of it! You’re barely able to hold your eyes ajar right now yet you were out here working....

You couldn’t really handle the intensity of his gaze right now, more so because you knew he was right, you were so fuckin exhausted right now it’s unreal! Let’s also mention that the two of you have to catch a flight to Vegas for a business meeting in a good oh I don’t know 7 hours! So, instead of acknowledging that this was really stupid, you opted to reach for the one resume he didn’t manage to move out of reach. Eyes nervously scanning the paper as a distraction while you tried to think of a rational that even you’d believe at this point! 

'Fuck, we just- I don’t know Joon, we just have so much going on right now! And you know I’ll never complain about us having too much work I mean, I'm grateful every damn day that we’re not where we were!”

You intentionally paused, letting “that” have its own moment because it's something to always be acknowledged! The two of you went from living in a 900sq ft apartment with 5 other people to effortlessly clearing 8 figures as of this last tax year. Humbled and grateful to be busy isn’t even the beginning of how you feel! 

“But I just look at everybody...Yoongi’s responding to emails at fucking 3 AM! Jimin playing around docusign at the ass crack of dawn every damn day sending out contracts! Taehyung up scouting locations at 6 AM on a Sunday which is supposed to be his only day off I just- Everybodys in over their head so I thought I’d just- “ Namjoon reached up and grabbed your chin, snatching the paper out of your hand and forcing you to look him dead in the eyes. 

“So thought you'd overwork my wife instead?” 

You just shrug and nod again, tossing your hands in the air, it’s clear you have an attitude but it’s also clear it’s with yourself! You keep piling more and more on your plate instead of delegating it out to other people to handle! It’s a trust thing, and Namjoon know’s that,  it started out with just the two of you, then for years it was seven , seven deep. It’s hard for you to let new people into something you and your husband built from nothing! However, Taehyung just got a part-time assistant of his own so he can go back to strictly being your right hand, and realistically, he’s salary! Your little Gucci boy probably doesn’t mind drinking his Starbucks and driving his BMW around LA looking for houses to film in! You could have spread the workload out a little you just fuck, I don’t know, you’re always that person to put people first to a fault I guess! Point being, Tae could easily handle this, tomorrow, during normal business hours, you could have and should have been in bed with your husband! 

Namjoon can sense how uneasy you feel right now, almost like your a child being scolded and that’s not at all what he’s aiming for; he's just genuinely concerned. So he opts to ease the atmosphere just a little to remind you, that the two of you are always on the same playing field, he’s only reacting like this because he cares! Flicking the bottom of your chin before leaning in, pressing a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips as if he’s trying to drive the point home, slipping his tongue past the seam almost instantly. Not even attempting to keep this somewhat chaste, needing you to feel every inch of infinite love and fire he has burning through his veins when it comes to you! Kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of your chest, moaning contently as you give your husband free rein to explore your mouth. Turning the kiss slightly more delicate as he lets his hands slide even deeper under the robe to continue roaming your body. The slide of his tongue becoming softer, slower….as the pads of his fingers trickled up your spine.

Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back “Were all busy baby, I get it, I hate seeing them like this too, you know I love them just as much as you do! And that’s exactly why we put out those ads, but that does not mean you get to take on everyone else’s shit! Don’t make me put in a complaint to HR about unfair treatment within the workplace!”Murmurs against your lips, as you stare down at his, barely paying attention to a damn thing he said! 

“Joon I am HR…” You mumble low and unamused, eyes rolling to the back of your head in annoyance and he could give less than a damn. Leaning in with a smirk playing on his lips, leaving another lingering kiss against your own. Kissing you with enough fire to have every hair along your body standing on end! Until your practically chasing after him in a pout the minute he pulls away from you. 

“Mmm, and my point still stands….” Namjoon's hands tighten around your hips, scooting you forward so your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your arms instantly lace around his neck, trailing your fingers upward, so they can get lost in his freshly dyed locks.

“Stop, overworking my baby! You know I don’t like  it…” His delivery was just as much playful, as it was stern! 

“Fuck, whatever okay, sorry!” You really weren’t at least not right now, there wasn’t a lick of conviction in that as you reached up to bring his lips back down to yours. Sliding in tongue first, capturing his lips in another opened mouth kiss, the rhythm quickly starts getting messy more so on your end because you’re getting needy! Namjoon tastes intoxicating and you’re blissed out of your mind, even after all these years, this man can still manage to have your toes curling with just a simple kiss! , Arching forward giving him easier access to grab you ass and he takes the hint, the faint sting of blunt nails digging into the swell of your ass has you whimpering out low and filthy against his tongue.

The kiss breaks much to your dismay but before you can even protest Namjoons tongue is lapping down the side of his neck, mapping out all the places he’s learned over the years. Nipping down on your flushed skin ever so often this time he’s biting with a purpose though, giving it to you just the way you like it. 

“Y/n were done with work now right??” He can hear you panting out low and wanton into his ear once he attaches himself to the crook of your neck, sucking maliciously, an almost animalistic growl leaving his lips in the process. There’s a hint of frustration mixed in with arousal dripping off his tongue right now, your too caught up to notice! 

“Namjoon '' You breathe out his name with nothing but lust pouring off your tongue, not an ounce of shame insight in regards to how needy you sound right now. The sound goes straight to Namjoon’s dick which is beaming at you like a spotlight through the thin fabric of his sweats. Tilting your head back, and anchoring one of your hands into your husband’s hair keeping him in place, overwhelmed with pleasure as you go completely pliant under his menstruations. Regardless, this man's self control was somethin’ serious,and he wasn’t giving in just yet...you still had one more cross to bear baby girl! 

“Fuck. Please” Tugging on his scalp like the brat you tend to be, as if to emphasize your point, making Namjoon pull away licking up your jaw in the process. The drag was slow, messy, waving his tongue against your skin the same way he would your pussy and you felt yourself start to involuntarily clench harder and harder by the second. 

“Hmm? What was that baby?” Tugging the shell of your ear between his teeth hard enough to make you whimper into his hair “Now you wanna come to bed?” You can feel him smirking against your skin and you just really don’t like your husband at all right now just so we’re clear.

All you do is whine in response, yanking his hair even harder until you feel a firm hand land on your ass making you yelp out of your seat. 

Nam-fuck!” Hissed through clenched teeth, thighs tensing around his waist. 

“So again…” Tone as coy and casual as can be as he winds his hand back only to land smack dab on the curve of your ass again, right in the same spot, you wouldn’t be surprised if his palm left an indentation behind! 

Namjoon’s hand was literally pulsing against your skin the impact was so damn strong, all the metal dancing along his fingers didn’t help either! You swear the ripple echoed throughout your entire apartment, and the scream that left your throat was without a doubt noise complaint worthy! Fuck your gonna need to send them an edible arrangement or somehing, they already hate the two of you as it is… 

Your panting and whining opened mouth right into his ear, and it’s getting you nowhere but horny and frustrated! Nails, digging little crescents into his shoulders as you try and almost reroute so of the pain that’s buzzing through your veins. But it’s good, it’s soo good, the slickness coating your inner thighs gave that away! Namjoon can smell how much you’re enjoying this, his little pain slut as he often likes to call you! 

 “You wanna stay out here all damn night. Work yourself into the ground. Leave me in bed alone, and now all of a sudden you think you get to boss daddy around? Hmm? Just because your pussys nice and wet and your feelin needy ...now you want to go to bed?” Namjoons tone is blatantly taunting and a little harsh yet the slight growl laced with it all has your head spinning far too fast to even be mad.

‘Oh my god, Namjoon just fuck me already! Shit!” 

“Why the fuck should I do that? Could’ve had me hours ago baby, all I wanted to do tonight was fuck you, that’s all I wanted all damn day.” Slipping his hand between your thighs pinching your clit between his fingers, slowly rubbing the pads of his together on either side, stimulating your clit head-on until your groaning into the side of his neck.”Do you even, know, how hard it was for me not to just bend you over the conference room table today!?” 

“Joon” You try again and he doesn’t budge, he actually let’s go of your clit all together and just teasingly trailing his fingers along your entrance never entering just driving you fucking insane! Looking as fine and unbothered as ever, as his lips ghost up the curve of your jaw. 

“Hmm, let’s try this shit again.Why-” Bringing that same hand up to grip your jaw with enough pressure to indicate he wasn’t fucking around anymore. “Should I give you what you want when you continuously keep disobeying my only request? Hmm???” You can feel your own slickness against your skin, yet all you can focus on is the blatant aganer, and hurt running through your husbands veins. Even beneath all this bravado..he’s clearly really hurt about this, so play times over!

“Fuck, okay!” There was slight elevation to your voice, tetoring on yelling actually. The arch in Namjoons brow said you had about two seconds to fix that , but you already planned on it! Taking a deep slow breath, letting your eyes flutter shut to just...recenter yourself for a moment! 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m. Sorry. ” There it was, not that bratty whiney shit you did earlier to get what you wanted, a genuine “I’m sorry” . Soothing your nails through his scalp, it’s almost instantaneous the way his demeanor shifts once those words fall off your tongue in a more..sincere fashion.  

A low hum rang in the back of his throat at the admission, nosing at your cheek “Sorry for what exactly? Because I don’t want it if you doing this just to appease me baby. That won’t do shit for me. ”  Namjoon’s tone is a lot softer now, all of the prior theatrics and pettiness is gone as he awaits your response.

“No, Joonie baby, no!” Pressing a soft but firm kiss to those sinfully plump lips of his that you still can’t get enough of no matter how many years go by…”No”

“ As your partner, I gotta look out for me just as much as I look out for you and I clearly haven’t been! I know better! And I should be taking advantage of the fact that we’re lucky enough to now be in a position where I can hire an array of people if need be. It’s just- you know I’m a control freak, this business isn’t just a business it’s our baby!”

You watch his mouth open in protest and you just simply continue speaking “But regardless, I know it’s not more important than me, or my health I know…” You instantly feel the tension within his body dissipate at that, thumbs kneading at your hips.

“ I’m sorry, I love you and I’m sorry I’m not trying to stress daddy out!'' There's a slight playfulness to your delivery trying to lighten the mood a little though you know how serious this topic is for him! You find yourself wiggling in his hold trying to somehow get even closer than you already were. 

So here’s the thing, back when you were in college just starting out, the two of you had a lot on your plate! Between school juggling multiple jobs, internships, and just trying to figure out how to even start a company of this caliber….The level of exhaustion he often saw you at was utterly heartbreaking. The number of times you passed out due to lack of sleep is unmentionable… so seeing you like this...was fucking unacceptable in Namjoon’s eyes! 

You notice those big brown orbs of his get a little glassy so you grip the back of his neck even tighter dropping your forehead to his. Feeling like complete and utter trash right now! 

 “This business is not more important than my wife, my partner, my best friend...it’s not! However, you are more important than, all of it, this fuckin overpriced apartment, all the shiny little toys we’ve been able to buy, and this entire company in general! I love you, but I need you to look me in the eyes and fucking promise me that you’ll stop this! Please…” 

You can hear a slight trimmer laced within that deep honey-coated tenor of his and the sudden vibrato’s foreign, and you’re not a fan! It took everything in you not to cry at the blatant plea rolling off his tongue, well aware this man does not beg! So instead you just leaned in and kissed him, hard, slow, just letting everything you couldn’t really articulate pour from your lips to his and hope he got the message. 

“I promise, I love you…I promise!”

“And you know I fuckin love you…”  You do, fuck you do, even if this marriege was high key an accidnet..it’s without a doubt one of the best things that’s ever happened to you!

“I know”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah”

Ducking down, kissing you reckless and with fevour, messy, wet, teeth clacking together. Slowly transitioning the mood from deep and touching to just...raw and nasty which is kinda what you’d prefer at the moment!

 “I wasn’t lyin when I said I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn day though…”

“Please” you whisper out as he pulls back to lick down your neck, pressing your chest together to give him better access. Sucking his mark in a spot right beneath your jaw, well aware you’ll need an ass-ton of conclear within the next couple of hours, but right now you could care less!  

“Please what baby? Tell daddy, what you want?” Namjoon presses, biting his lip and sliding his hand back between your legs groaning out at how completely drenched you are right now. 

“Fuck me!” You pant out low and whiney

“You want it here baby? You want daddy to bend you over the table?” The familiar hunger that was back in his eyes was so fucking sexy and  it had you rutting against him for any ounce of stimulation! 

“No.Bedroom” Namjoon moans in agreement, securing your thighs around his waist and scoping you out of the chair, heading towards the opulent master suite the two of you shared.

Once inside he throws you down on the bed, hard and almost animalistic, making you bounce a little against the firm California king. Namjoon follows immediately, crawling over to cover your body with his own, his broad form completely engulfing your frame. Ripping your robe apart, and letting your tongues meet once more. Hot slick, and eager as you pant out hot and heavy against one another. Soothing is palm down your stomach, cupping your entire heat in his palm. Moaning out that it feels just fuckin like that. Wet and warm, so damn warm...ducking his head down to lick your nipple into his mouth, sucking slow but hard at the same time, nipping and grazing the bud between his teeth.

“Fuck” You moan back arching off the bed and into your husband’s mouth, as he licks trails across your sternum and over to your other nipple. While also stroking his entire palm against your pussy, Namjoon’s always loved how responsive you are to him even after all these years. Just letting his tongue lave over the buds over and over, alternating between, licking, sucking, and biting so your body never gets used to the stimulation. 

“You fuckin, love this shit don’t, you? Bet I could get you to come just like this...wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” You can feel his lips curling into a smirk around your nipples the harder he sucks, bringing his other hand into the mix, the one that’s nice and slick with your arousal. Using it to twist and turn your nipple between his nimble fingers until he can’t tell if your arching into the pain or away from it. He can feel you grinding against his thigh, more importantly, he can feel your clit sticking to his thigh your so damn wet, soaking straight through his sweatpants. Moaning out loud and unfiltered, eyes shut as you rock your hips against him, your hands getting lost in your hair the harder you rock against the bed.

“Fuck, look at you baby, rubbing your sweet little cunt against my thigh..” A low almost arrogant chuckle rumbling in his throat, vibrating against your skin making you moan even louder. “Fuck, here I was thinking you wanted to come on my dick...” 

“Fuck- I do, I wanna come all over you, want your mouth too though…” Reaching out to play in his hair, almost pushing his face down even harder, though you swear you can feel his lips curl into a wicked little smile at that moment. 

“Yeah? You want daddy's tongue all over your pussy…” He didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question, especially once he meticulously started rolling his tongue along your nipples, in a oh too familiar motion that had you turning into a whiny brat within seconds! 

“Namjoon!” He doesn’t even respond, just pulling off and flipping you right on to your stomach, hard and fast, making you damn near choke on your own spit. Face pressed into your fresh linen sheets.. You start to slightly arch your back on insctint. You feel him shift off the bed, peeping over your shoulder to see his sliding off his sweats, stashing his glasses in his side pocket. Namjoons length is just standing straight up, damn near laying flat against his stomach and you straight up moan, mouth-watering at the sight alone. A pleased hum leaves those plump lips of his as he shuffles back onto the bed. Kissing and licking his way up the back of your thighs until he reaches your ass, straddling your hips. 

Palm rubbing at the swell of your ass before smacking it, lightly at first, and your hip twitches you actually have the nerve to giggle. “That all daddy’s go-fuck” Another. Scream. Literally. Scream as he reels back even harder than he did earlier, just keeping his hand intact too, wanting you to feel the trob, the ache, radiating off his palm to your ass. 

“Hmm what was that baby?” Leaning down to spread your cheeks apart, just blowing a trail, against your pussy, watching the way your hole clenches from that alone. “Always so fuckin wet and ready for me…” 

He groans and you, arch your back, even more, moaning out slightly at the contrast hitting your skin. Bracing both hands on your ass and he can hear your breathing shutter in your chest, already anticipating the first drag of his tongue. Dipping one thumb over you rim, just circling it gently, feeling you jerk at the sensation, no matter how light, fuck your still so damn sensitive. That will never stop amazing him, it’s been almost 8 years. Yet you still react like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you like he’s still helping you explore new places along your own body! Namjoon leans forward, nipping, licking, and sucking, open mouth kisses, against the backs of your thighs, before leaning down to kiss your clit. Tongue and all, sucking it straight into his mouth, moaning out deep and strong around the bud. Inhaling slowly as if he's breathing you in and your knees already start to buckle,  nails clenching around the sheets. 

A broken moan of his name being muffled into the fabric, as he rolls his tongue in deep, languid strokes up and down your folds, licking from front to back. Your wetness is already painted all over his face and he wouldn’t have it any other way, as he continuously, maliciously sucks down on your clit, gently grazing the skin between his teeth just enough to make you squirm. Bringing his tongue to lather over your rim and he feels how hard you start shaking, sliding in two fingers into your heat, knuckles deep at the exact moment he slips his tongue past your rim. The vision that is you, open, needy, and whiney, on all fours...is driving your husband absolutely insane! How quickly you’re falling apart, knees spreading even wider to give him all the access he needs to do with you as he pleases. 

“Yeah..” You sign, blissed out of you goddamn mind ‘Fuck”

Your voice drips in the whiniest tinge of need imaginable like you’ve been aching for this, and the sounds richotect straight off your tongue and into Namjon’s lap! Your chest drops forward, letting Namjoon essentially all support your weight, as his tongue dives in even deeper, while continuously fucking you open with his fingers, he’s already added a third one. Mind completely spinning at how hard your clenching around all three of his fingers, cock throbbing at how good you’ll feel around him soon enough. You feel him pull back to spit right along your rim, watching it drizzle down toward your clit, he picks the trail up with his tongue and leads it where he wants it to go. Namjoon moans out, low, and content as he really starts to eat you out your tongue and fingers working your pussy open until your voice hitches in your throat and shatters. Ripping, a long drawn out whimper to leave your throat.

“That feel good?” He murmurs low and taunting, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, as if he can’t physically tell he feels good.

“I’ve had better”

He bites your cheek playful, a snort leaving his lips “Fuckin same..” slurs out against the swell of your ass and you can’t help but cackle.

“Fuck, I bet you have now, stop talking and get your fucking tongue back in ME!!” Bossy as ever, damn near pushing his head down and he reaches up, biting the side of your hand forcing you to stop. 

“How about my cock instead?” Leaning back to smack his length aginst your ass a couple times, letting you feel how hard and ready he is. 

“Yeah! God yeah, fuck yeah! Gimme! In me now! Fuck me!!” All your prior teasing is gone, just the mention of his cock has you needy and clenching painfully hard around his fingers, while also simultaneously rutting back against them as if you don’t want him to pull out. Pulling his fingers out slowly. Curling them upwards, purposely coating his fingers in your arousal to use to lather his cock which is so hard right now it’s almost painful. 

“Daddy” Wiggling your offensively empty ass in his face, making him chuckle, and smack it lightly. before gripping your thigh and flipping you onto your back with such ease it was almost offensive. 

“Nam-”

“Fuck off” Leaning down and stealing your breath and sarcasm away with a deep kiss “I wanna see my baby..” Lining himself up to your entrance, you exhale softly against his mouth as the blunt head of his cock breaches your entrance. Hiking your leg around Namjoon’s waist to make him slide in even deeper.

“Yeah, fuck” 

“I hope you don’t think…” Shifting forward wiggly his hips a little, giving you half a second to adjust to how fucking big this man is! “We’re about to make love or some shit, because I’m about to break your ass..” There’s just as much of a smile as there is a dangerous edge to your husband’s voice, that has you beaming up at him. Before you even had time to think of a response he was snapping his hips forward hard enough to have the two of you scooting up the bed a little.

Namjoon, propped your leg even higher over his shoulder, as he snapped his hips forward again, even harder this time. You moaned out, and scurried to grab onto your husband’s neck to anchor yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast, you tried to arch and fuck him back but it was hard with how intense he was pounding into you! 

“Oh my godddd” You drawled out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yup, Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that, in this position.....” You could hear the smile in his voice as he continued fucking you like he was trying to split you open with his cock. Nails clawing into his back hard enough to break skin! 

You could’ve just laid there and took, it because fuck if it wasn’t good, but that’s not the mood you were in at the moment. So you dropped your leg from his shoulder and wrapped them both around his waist. Tipping your hips forward, clenching down hard around his cock as you started grinding your hips against him. Fucking him back the same way he was giving it to you. Hard and smooth.. 

“Y/n” He half growled half whined as you smiled up at him, something wicked, releasing your hold around his cock only to clench down even harder. He groans in what seemed like frustration reached down to smack pinch your clit between his fingers hard enough to make you cry out his name. Arching forward even harder. 

“Yeah, daddy like that, fuck.Me.just like that” you were breathless but the sass was clear as day, a slight chuckle leaving your throat. 

“Fuckin brat!” Reaching down with the same hand that was on your clit, wrapping it around your windpipe, adding just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling to the back off your head. The added stimulation throwing off your rhythm a little but you didn’t care, he had you…

“Yesss,yes, fuck!” His tattooed chest was flushed and covered in sweat as you continued fucking back against his cock, which was warm and continuously pulsing side of you. Filling you up and sliding completely out every single time. Your hole twitched painfully hard as the two of you worked in sync thrusting against each other in a smooth yet malicious rhythm, the sound of skin slapping you moaning, Namjoon grunting... 

Fuck an edible arrangement maybe the two of you should treat your neighbors to a spa weekend or something because they damn sure aren’t sleeping right now! 

“Ya know, if you would’ve came to bed earlier” He panted right into the side of your ear, still rolling his hips into you “I could’ve fucked you, came inside you” Leaning down to lick up the side of your jaw  “Licked all, of my come out of you, and then” Pulling back and snapping his hips up even sharper, as if to accentuate every word “Fucked.You.All.Over.-Fuck-Again” Every thrust had the wind being knocked out of your chest  “ But now..we don’t have tim-” 

Reaching up to twist his nipple between the tip of your nail, kneeing him in the stomach just enough to make his hips stutter and have him shuffling back so you can push him onto his back which he falls to willingly. That is, until you literally bounced down onto his dick, damn near gagging in the process he feels so deep in this angle. Almost tempted to feel up your sternum and see if he’s poking through. 

“You little bitch” Chokes from his throat with a stated smile the tones playful and airy, digging his nails into your ass, letting out an involuntary gasp as he rolls his hips up. Only for you to start rolling your hips back, again, and again, and again, in deep, slow, circles, switching up the pace a little from what it was before. Making sure your clit grazes against his pelvic bone every time.

“Yeah, fuck you” Your breathless, and tired, but you can’t help but smile at how completly fucked out he looks right now, eyes barley ajar, jaw tight, he looks so damn good! 

“Yeah, yeah, fuck daddy baby..fuck me..” It’s clear he’s only egging you on but fuck if it’s not working,he sounds down right sinful as you ride him. His moans are deep, loud, almost needy, at every roll your hips make, and it’s intoxicating! Reaching up and grabbing you down by your neck , licking his way back into our mouth, his grip is strong enough to without a doubt leave a bruise. Both of you moaning out pleased and needy as you start slamming your hips down meeting his upwards thrust. Instantly matching the pace he’d set. Namjoon pulls back, and slips three fingers into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag a little. Exchanging the grip he held on your neck for the back of your hair, as he brings his other hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, before licking his way back into your mouth.Feeling the way your thighs start to shake as you cry out against his tongue barely able to kiss him back at this point . 

“Your fuckin close baby, your pussy’s just screamig around me..” He’s breathless, not even trying to hide it anymore, voice horse and dripping with arousal. “Goddamnn I love you…” You clench so damn hard around him at that..I actually don't think anything turns you on more than hearing your husband say that. Especially sounding all fucked out and needy.

“Love you too baby..so fuckin much… “

“Good”  He chuckled low and dark agaisnt your lips “Now come, all over my cock like a good girl”  Fucking into you faster and harder, hand still rubbing blunt circles around your clit, tightening the grip he holds on your hair until your roots burn  “Y/n , baby, my baby, come for me, come for daddy...” 

It only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm ripped through you and you were crying out your husband's name, body spasming on top of him. Yet you still didn't stop rutting against him until he came in. You couldn't, you needed to feel it, body running away from him just as much as it was running towards him! You can feel how hard your clenching and its involnaty this time,so he reaches up with both hands rolling your hips against him one more time before slamming you down onto his cock. Just holding you in place while you continue to pulse around him, body shattering to pieces.

“Namjoonnnn fuck-fuck-fuck-” He grounds you agaisnt his cock as he jerks his hips up hard and fast, eyes squezzing shut, neck arching off the pillow, as his relase washed over him. A long drawn out moan of your name slipped off his tongue as he came, hard, hips stilling making sure to fill you to the brim, until he's sure he released every last drop he had to give..His own body shuttering in ovesentivty at this point. Namjoons fingers slowly soothed up your thighs, both of you panting painfully hard, wincing at the contact as you continue pulsing around him. Eyes locked in a half lidded gaze, a smile that started on your lips and ended on his as the two of you racked over each other's forms, hot sweaty, marked up, and fucked out. 

“Namjoon” You finally say, breaking the silence, a slight moan hanging off your tongue and he smiled back at you, reaching up to grip the back of your neck.

“Y/n” Parroting your name with the same lust filled drawl that you had, making you moan…

Nam-fucking-Joon” Leaning down to place a firm kiss to his lips, humming out instanly at the contact.

“Y/n Kim….” 

“Yup, that’s me!” Smiling out tired and dazed against his lips, while you felt his hand soothe up and down the curve of your back. 

“I love you”

“And, I love you” 

The two of you laid there like that for a moment, until his cock was completely soft and he gently slid out, still keeping you flush against his chest….just sitting in comfortable silence, breathing together..until..

“ Oww!! What the fuck was that for ?!” Your poor ass...at least it’s a pinch and not a smack this time...

“I mean it. I love what we do and I know sometimes realistically it happens there are only so many hours in a day I understand that. We wouldn’t be where we are if we didin’t work our asses off! But you’ve been doing this and running on fumes all damn week! I’ve just been watching from afar and keeping my mouth shut, hoping that you would sort it out yourself but I couldn’t watch you burn yourself into the ground anymore. Y/n. I’m serious! “

You can feel the weight behind his words, the way his heart seems to be beating harder now than it was when the two of you were having sex. 

So you lean down to press a kiss on his lips that almost seems far too delicate and out of place for what just happened only moments prior.

“I know.” 

Namjoon holds your gaze for a second longer before cupping the side of your face and kissing you firm and sweet, smiling against your lips once he feels you sigh into it. Hesitantly he pulls away and heads towards the bathroom and he already hears you whine in protest. Just flagging his hand in your direction, not even bothering to turn around.

 “We literally have a 9 AM flight and an 11:30 business meeting at the Plaza! Meaning, you have to be dressed and fully ready when we hop on the plane. Your fuckin showering..now. I don’t wanna hear it. ” 

Honestly, you were far too tired to protest and the tone of his voice let you know you wouldn’t win anyway!  So I mean, fuck, at least there’s a bench in the shower! 

“Ugh, fuck, fine! Come carry me! I have to preserve my energy to walk in my Louboutins tomorrow!!!” Making grabby hands in his direction knowing damn well he can’t deny you anything. 

“You mean today!” You heard his voice echo off the tiles and hoenstly he seems far to chipper to remind you have of, which only makes you whine even louder! 

Heading back out the bathroom with a smirk on his face, shaking his head in dismay as he scoops you effortlessly into his arms. “Come here you little brat!” 

“Your brat!” You fire back, with nothing but smugness rolling off your tongue as you loop your arms around his neck, kissing his dimple.

“Fuck yeah you are, my brat, my wife, my fuckin baby” Inviting his tongue back into your mouth as he leads the two of you back into the bathroom! 

The two of you moved together lazily whilst in the shower, taking turns washing each other, slow touches and kisses. Murmuring sweet nothings mixed in with business because though you tried to leave work at work...sometimes it’s impossible! 

Not even bothering to look at the clock once you finally melted into your bed, honestly, you didn’t even wanna know. 

~~~

 Far too soon the sound of all 6 of your alarms went off, ya know, the “Okay I should get up but I don’t have to get up” All the way to the “Fuck, I’m late!” Alarm! They all went off until you found yourself practically being scraped off the floor and led into the guest room that the two of you converted into an additional closet and a place for you to get ready in peace! 

Sitting down, Starbucks in hand as you set out to beat your face, do your hair and try not to look like you stayed up until 1 am then got fucked into the mattress until you damn near cried! 

The Starbucks was curiosity of Taehyung who had keys and free reign to your apartment whenever we felt so inclined. The redhead welcomed himself into your space, waltzing over in your direction with an all-knowing smile on his face. Ducking down to leave a slow lingering, open mouthed kiss along the one mark on your shoulder you apparently forgot to cover this morning. You can feel him smirking against your skin,as he pulls back to flop down on the pink furry chair currently covered in rejected outfit choices. Trying to force yourself to ignore the sudden chill that rang through your body because you didin’t have the time or the engery for anything else. 

‘Why aren’t you wearing this? Your ass looks fuckin great in this!” Holding up a black halterneck Jumpsuit, brows furrowed in the center of his face.

“I know, but, it needs to be steamed and I don’t have the time..” A feigned pout playing on your lips as you batted your lashes at him through the mirror. Watching as he slid off the chair, with an exasperated huff, eyes rolling to the back of his head more times than you can count. Heading towards the steamer you had hanging along one of your many clothes racks.  

“Thank you, baby!!” Blowing him a kiss that he swatted away in the process! 

“Yeah, yeah! Soo I see someone was impatient and went through the resumes last night…At fuckin midnight!” Eyes glaring in your direction, you could hear the frown in his voice. “Y/n-“

“Don’t!” Eyes narrowing in his direction through the mirror “Daddy Joon already got in my ass enough about last night for all of you!” 

 “As he fuckin should! That’s what you have me for baby, so you aren’t doing that shit to yourself anymore!” You can tell he’s trying to sound authoritative but instead, he just sounds sad and equally disappointed!”

“I know, Tae, I know, I’m fuckin workin’ on it!.” Your delivery comes out a little sharper than you intended but he’s known you far too long to take it personally or even fully acknowledge it honestly! 

“Speaking of, I actually met this kid, not fully a kid he’s like 21, but anyway he just graduated from USC, for some sort of Film. I actually ran into him at Starbucks today and he’s supposed to be sending me his resume and some video reels in a little while.” 

A low hum ringing in the back of your throat, far too focused on carving out your brows to talk...but he took that as a hint to continue. 

“His name is Jungkook, he seems somewhat promising just from talking to him, so, I’ll feel it out and if it seems worth your time I’ll forward over his information! I’m also going to try and set up a couple of interviews for you and Joonie next week!” 

Offering a faint nod in response, still far too focused on your makeup to give much else, or realize the sudden fire burning in Taehyung's eyes as he watches you get ready. Silk robe hanging loosely off your frame, a pair of white lace panties peeking out...

“What time were the two of you trying to get dropped off at the airport?” The sudden shift in conversation, and the blatant octave change had your eyes meeting him through the mirror. Trying to feel out his mood…

“In the next hour or so…” Then there’s Namjoon, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but his dress pants, an unbuttoned silk shirt, and a smirk that screams nothing but trouble. 

“Come’re” The bass in Namjoon’s voice alone has chills running down your spine, a second away from shifting out of your seat until you realize he’s not talking to you. Flicking his finger in the redhead’s direction, edging him off the wall slowly. Biting his lip as he sways coyly in your husband’s direction. 

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! FOR NOW, IF YOU LIKED IT.. ,SHOW THIS SOME LOVE AND I’LL CONSIDER ADDING TO IT!  I DID MAP OUT THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS LAST YEAR WHEN I STARTED THIS BUT I DIDN’T PHYSICALLY WRITE THEM! BTW I KNOW I DIDIN’T MENTIONED ALL OF THEM, BUT ALL O BTS MINUS KOOK WORK FOR THE OC AND NAMJOON!

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[theladyofdeath]

Heat of the Moment {Elorcan}

Some Lorcan + Elide angst written alongside the LOML, @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty​

Enjoy and here’s a tissue.

Prompt: “I fucked up” + “you need to leave”

Elide should have seen it coming. 

She couldn’t get the scene out of her head, couldn't erase what she had walked in on the night before.

Lorcan, jeans hanging below his hips, his hands gripping whatever lied beneath her hiked up skirt. And Elide, who stood there with her mouth hanging open as she watched out of utter shock. The girl’s back was pressed up against the wall,   her beautiful eyes fluttered shut as Lorcan pushed himself in and out.

They wouldn’t have even known Elide had walked in if it weren’t for the pitiful noise that tumbled from her mouth.

She shouldn’t be jealous.

It’s not like they were together.

But they should have been.

Elide and Lorcan were meant to be together. They knew it. Everyone knew it. But they had danced around it for years, claiming they didn’t want to mess up their friendship.

Friends.

He was her best friend.

He was the love of her life.

And now, the morning after she caught him fucking some random chick from the bar, Elide was hurt and utterly mortified. 

She had gone to him to give them a chance, to tell him what he meant to her, to tell him that she loved him.

She hadn’t heard from him since.

She’d laid there all night, staring at the ceiling. She hadn’t shut her eyes for more than a blink, because every time she did, she would see them, bodies moving together. Her television was turned up to max volume, a movie she’d seen a hundred times playing on repeat. If it wasn’t, and she sat there in the silence of the night, she could still hear the girl’s whimpering moans. But worse, she could still hear the growl of her name falling from his lips as he noticed her.

“Elide, shit….”

But she was gone before he could even put her down, before he could begin to try to unwrap her legs from around his waist.

So now she laid in her bed and watched as the night brightened into the dawn.

She felt like a child for crying, but couldn’t stop the tears as they came.

How foolish could she have been? Perhaps she had misread things. She knew he once had feelings for her, but perhaps he had gotten so used to their friendship that he didn’t feel anything more anymore.

She didn’t want friendship, though.

She couldn’t be just friends with him.

She glanced at her phone, thinking she should see if Aelin wanted to go get breakfast, but then she thought against it.

No.

She would lie there until her eyes went dry, whenever that would be, if ever.

She dozed off around 5:45, a heavy hand dragging her down into the blackness and silence of sleep. She was numb while she was asleep, the hours passing quickly, only waking when her phone suddenly rang on her nightstand.

She awoke with a small gasp, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She couldn’t tell what time it was, the clouds and rain outside obscuring any chance of the sun breaking through.

She reached for her phone and saw it was Aelin calling. She was no longer crying, but she couldn’t muster the strength to deal with Aelin right now. And for that reason alone, she decided to stay in bed.

The movie was on its 3rd playthrough when she heard her doorbell ring. Her phone lit up, alerting her of movement at her front door. Before she could open the notification to activate the camera, her phone rang again.

Aelin was persistent and Elide groaned as she flopped back on her pillows and covered her face with her hands, dropping her phone onto her blankets. It finally stopped ringing and when Elide checked the footage, sure enough, Aelin stood at her front door, tried to call her, and then left. After flipping the camera the bird, of course.

Elide spent the next few hours dozing in and out of a restless nap. She wasn’t tired, but her body didn’t want to be awake. She’d wake up in tears, and hard, shaking sobs would wrack her body. Other times, she’d awaken and feel absolutely nothing.

The sun was setting when her doorbell rang again. Knowing she was already going to be in for the ass chewing of her life from Aelin, Elide unlocked her phone, opened the system that controlled her locks, and unlocked the door. She nestled back into the covers and decided that if she was going to be bitched at, she might as well be comfortable doing it. And so she waited.

Until she heard heavy, booted footsteps in her entryway.

“Elide?”

Lorcan.

Elide froze, her blankets covering all but her eyes and the top of her head.

“I know you’re here,” he said, footsteps pausing as the door closed shut behind him. “I heard you. I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

Entitled prick. Elide said nothing. What could she say? I was going to tell you how madly in love I am with you until I caught you fucking some random bar blonde.

“Elide,” he crooned, his voice growing louder as he made his way to her bedroom.

Go away, she wanted to say, but nothing came.

She pulled her head under the covers and laid there, trying not to breathe too loudly or move much. Maybe if she was quiet enough, he would-.

The blanket was ripped off the bed and Elide squealed as she quickly sat up.

“Fuck.”

The tone of his voice dropped low, a familiar growl, Elide thought, as he took in the tank top she was wearing.  Which, aside from the scrap of lace Victoria’s Secret had the audacity to call a thong, was all she had on.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Elide, I figured you were just sick or something-.”

“You need to leave,” she said, interrupting him. She tucked her legs underneath her, crossing her arms across her chest. It didn’t do much to hide her ample assets, but it helped. And Elide couldn’t remember how to stand, how to walk, not when Lorcan was looking at her. It was a wonder she was even able to talk.

“What? Seriously?” He snapped out of his haze, his eyes leaving her body and focusing back on her face.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Seriously.”

Lorcan’s jaw locked as he dropped the blankets back onto her lap. “Elide-.”

“Don’t.”

“I want to talk to you-.”

“I don’t.”

A look washed over Lorcan’s face that Elide rarely saw - he was upset. Not angry, but purely upset. Then, one word came out of him that was scarcely ever uttered from him. “Please.” 

Elide blinked. She pulled the blanket back over her lap. She looked away, cheeks growing warm as she remembered what she had walked in on the night before.

How she wished it had been her instead of some girl she hadn’t even known.

“Who was she?”

The words were out of her mouth before Elide had even decided whether or not she wanted to say them. She kept looking out the window, out at the lights of the city in the valley. She didn’t look at him.

Lorcan hesitated. “I don’t- She- She doesn’t matter, El.”

“You don’t remember her name, do you?” The words were flat. Cold coming from Elide, nothing Lorcan had ever heard. He didn’t like it.

“No,” he admitted.

Elide scoffed. “I didn’t even think you were drinking. How’d you forget her name?”

“I never asked for it. Didn’t seem important at the time.” Lorcan’s voice was like ice, hard, yet somehow, Elide’s was still colder when she laughed. There was no humor in that sound.

This was why she had never tried to truly pursue Lorcan. This was how he operated. Elide longed for far more than to just be a notch in his bedpost.

“I can’t… I can’t with you right now,” she said, begging herself not to cry. “Leave. Please.”

“Elide-.”

“Please!” She yelled, her eyes welling up. A soft curse left her mouth as she angrily wiped at her eyes.

Lorcan didn’t move, but his anger faded, just a little bit, slowly. He sat down gently on the edge of her bed and looked at the wall. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for fucking a girl you didn’t know or sorry I had to see it?”

Lorcan didn’t answer. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Elide scoffed. “That’s a terrible answer.”

Lorcan was back on his feet, but Elide knew it was taking everything in him to keep his voice down. He knew how she felt about his temper, how his rage unnerved her. It was low, but it was rough, when he said, “What do you want me to say, Elide? Huh? I’m a 27-year-old guy, we like to fuck.” His harsh words stunned her, but she didn’t move. He continued to pace. “She had tits, she had an ass, and she was willing. I didn’t have to do a damn thing, she came up to me. And unless you and I are in a relationship that I somehow don’t know about, I don’t think I should have to apologize for that.”

You and I.

Elide opened her mouth but nothing came out. A moment of silence passed before Lorcan once again met her gaze.

“I came last night to tell you that I love you,” Elide said, her voice an unnerved whisper. Everything inside of her was trembling, her eyes wet and blurred with tears. “That I wanted you. But, I can see now that that was a mistake.”

Every ounce of anger that controlled Lorcan’s massive frame faded instantly. His lips fell open as he took a slow, small step back toward her bed.

But Elide held up her hand. “You need to leave.”

“El-“

“Leave!”

Lorcan froze. Elide rarely raised her voice, and now her voice was cold and earth-shattering.

They stared at each other in the broken silence, and in the back of her mind, Elide realized that at some point the television had been turned off. She was doing her best to keep her lip from trembling, her chest from heaving; anything to keep the sobs threatening to break from her at bay.

So when the tears spilled over and ran down Lorcan’s cheeks, her lips parted silently in surprise,

“You said you only wanted to be friends,” he breathed. His voice was unlike anything she’d ever heard from him, frail, unsure when it was usually so full of strength and confidence. “That you couldn’t see me like that. You, Elide. Why wouldn’t you-?”

His words broke off as he cleared his throat and looked away, quickly wiping away the tears, though more took their place.

“What was I supposed to do?” He asked, meeting her eyes as she sat there, a whirlwind of emotions. “Wait for you to decide that you wanted me? El, I’ve been in love with you for years. And you...didn’t want me. And I didn’t blame you. You had the right not to want me. You shouldn’t want me. You’re too good for this shit.” 

He looked confused, like a thousand thoughts were rushing through his mind that he couldn’t make sense of. And yet, he couldn’t stop the tears.

She couldn’t stop the images from the night before returning to her mind. But he was right. She had told him she thought they should remain friends. How was he supposed to know that she had changed her mind? That she was coming to give herself to him? Yes. It hurt like hell to see him with another woman. But, she shouldn’t have expected anything otherwise.

She began, “Maybe we should-.”

“Fuck this.”

Lorcan cut her off and with two large steps, her face was in his hands, his lips crashed against hers. She froze the second his hands were on her, locking up, and when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips, she whimpered.

He instantly let her go, assuming she was protesting and when he stepped away, giving her space, distance, she stared up at him.

“I’ll leave,” he whispered. “If you really want me to go, I’ll leave. But I don’t want to.”

Elide hesitated. A quiet voice that sounded oddly like Aelin’s crept into the back of her mind, telling her what she probably should have done, but she ignored it.

At the edge of her bed, Elide propped herself up on her knees, her blanket falling on her lavender sheets.

Lorcan watched her every move as she reached out and brushed her fingers along the zipper of his black jacket.

She was fully aware of how little she wore, how hungry his eyes were as they took her in. 

Her lips were still tingling from the touch of his and her body throbbed with the need to feel them once more. 

Her slim, gentle fingers slowly unzipped his jacket and she pulled him closer by the loose fabric. 

Lorcan fell forward until his knees were brushing against the side of the mattress. 

“Stay,” she whispered, and at first she thought it had only been said within the safety of her mind, but then Lorcan’s hand met hers where it held onto the side of his jacket. He moved her fingers, slowly and gently, to his chest, where his heart was beating wildly.

“This,” he breathed, “belongs to you. Wholly and completely.” She could feel the erratic thumping beneath her fingertips. “Fuck, it has for as long as…” He chuckled. “Gods, Elide, I’ve loved you since I first met you.”

Elide gazed up at him, onyx eyes sparkling in the low lamp light. She smiled and he thought she was the most beautiful thing in existence.

But that smile faltered and she looked down at the bed, at her exposed skin, almost fully on display for him.

“What is it?” He asked.

She glanced up at him. “Last night… I can’t get it out of my head and I-.” Her voice broke.

The light in his eyes faded. “I fucked up. Okay? I’m sorry.”

He had no reason to be sorry. He’d had the right to be with whomever he wanted. Yet, his apology hardly made her feel any better. 

Elide’s fingers fell from his. The absence of her touch seemed to be his undoing. 

He fell into his knees beside her bed. He looked nothing at all like the man Elide was used to seeing, but a desperate, broken man. “Tell me how to fix it and I’ll do it.”

“Lorcan-.”

“Don’t make me beg, El,” he whispered, cutting her off. “Because I will. You just told me you loved me...do you know how many years I’ve wanted to hear those words from you?”

“I’m not like those other girls,” she whispered, silently tracing the pattern of her duvet. Her eyes followed the swirls and loops, even when he fingers knotted together under her knees. “I can’t just meet some random guy at the bar and go home with him. I’m just… I don’t know what you’re expecting from...this, from us.”

His hand carefully extracted her fingers from her other hand. “I don’t expect a single thing from you, other than just to be with you.” He closed his fingers around hers, his hand dwarfing hers. He chuckled softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to just do this.” He ran his thumb over the back of her fingers. “To hold you, your hand. This is…exactly what I want.” Elide blushed and looked up at him. Lorcan cleared his throat. “But if you don’t put some more clothes on, I don’t know how much longer that will be enough.”

Elide looked at where their joined hands sat atop her bare thigh. She looked at her exposed legs and the way her tank top had begun to creep up her midsection. She looked up at Lorcan, his dark eyes hungry, but she could see the restraint there, holding him back. He was fighting against his most base instincts.

With shaky fingers, Elide lifted Lorcan’s chin up to meet her gaze. His jaw locked as he pushed her hair back behind her ear. 

And slowly, Elide leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was a soft, slow kiss. Gentle. Elide had seen many sides of Lorcan, but never one so intimate, so soft. It made her love him even more.

She loved him.

He was her best friend.

They understood one another.

Even when she was hurt, when she was furious, she loved him. 

Elide leaned back, just far enough to meet his eyes before resting her forehead gingerly against his. “If I give my heart to you, please don’t break it.”

Lorcan let out a slow, shaky breath. “I would never.”

Their lips met once more, Elides arms going around his neck as Lorcan’s calloused fingers trailed up her thighs.

I would never.

Gods, she believed him.

[babykyunbun]

Be Quiet|| Lee Taeyong+Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Dom!Lee taeyong+ sub!Jung Jaehyun and switch!f-reader

Warnings: smutty, threesome,voyeurism, spitting, some boyxboy,like 1 slap,overstimulation,choking, sub jaehyun oop-, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, biting, blowjob, handjob, masturbation.

I feel like this wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be I’m sorry:((

Hope you like it baby💛 btw I didn’t know if you actually wanted a threesome but I needed it.

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His hips began to pound into yours, his hand falling from your mouth as his hands moved to the bars of the bedframe to steady himself. Loud squeals of pleasure flew from your lips, the coil in your tummy twisting and squeezing. Your nails dug into the soft skin of his back, high pitched groans leaving his lips. The bed began banging into the wall, your pathetic shreaks getting louder and louder as the seconds pass. Taeyong pushed his head into the crook of your neck, pushing his lips to your ear.

“I want you to cum all over my fucking cock” his words and breathing ragged. He placed a wet kiss to your neck before bringing himself back up to watch your face contort in pleasure. Pleasure he was giving you.

The door swung open, a loud groan emitting from the man . The light of the hallway filled the room, still taeyong kept up his speed. Not giving a single fuck about the intruder.

“Okay I’m sorry to ruin your little play time but please shut the fuck up”jaehyun groaned out, his hand coming up to rub his eye. You craned your neck to look at him, eyes wide and your mouth even wider. Moans kept flowing from your wet lips, you couldn’t help it.

“Not right now jaehyun,either watch or get out” taeyong growled out, picking up his pace to make you cum. He is literally going to let his best friend watch as you fall apart.One of taeyongs hand came down to your face, slapping your cheek slightly before wrapping around your throat. A strangled whine leaving your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

Jaehyun didn’t move, his eyes stayed glued to your face, moving to the part where you and taeyong where connected every minute or so. He ran his hand down his stomach to over his sweatpants. He already felt his cock harden against the barrier of his boxers. He rubbed himself, a whimper leaving his lips. The thoughts of the things he’d do to you running through his now very active mind.

“Wouldn’t you like being the one fucking her tight, soaking pussy?Making her clench hard around you as she screams for you to ruin her” taeyong let out, bringing his face down to lick your face. You let out one last shriek before the tight coil in your stomach burst, you shook around him. Whines and whimpers leaving your parted lips as you buck up into him pathetically. The way you tightened around him had him cumming straight after you, his seed filling the condom. The prettiest whines leaving his lips.

Jaehyun just stood there, moans leaving his lips while he fucked his hand. Taeyongs head turned to jaehyun, a laugh leaving his lips as he saw how frustrated he looked.

“What’s up jaehyunnie, can’t cum” taeyong said teasingly, looking back down at you before placing a kiss to your lips and pulling out of you. A hushed groan leaving your lips as your head rolled over to see jaehyun. His eyes glued to your naked form, letting out raspy moans.

You got up from off the bed,your legs shaking slightly, You ignored it and walked over to Jaehyun. Grabbing his free hand and pulling him to the bed, where taeyong sat with a smirk on his face.

“God you’re beautiful” Jae whispered out, sitting down next to taeyong. You climbed onto his lap, grabbing the ends of his shirt and pulling it up. You let out a small groan, grinding your hips against his slowly.

“Touch her” taeyong hummed out, running his hand down to grip his half, hard dick Pumping it. Jaehyuns hands made their way to your breasts, cupping them while little groans leave his lips. You got up, Smirking up at him before pulling down his grey sweats and boxers, bringing your hand up to spit into it before gripping his hard on. A little squelching noise filled the room, his deep groans, followed by taeyongs.

“Can I ride him” you whine out, jaehyuns eyes widening as he stared at taeyong waiting for his answer. Taeyong lets out a giggle, nodding his head. He pushed himself off the bed to grab a condom from the table, before passing it to you. After wrapping open the packet you slid it into his warm, pulsing hard on. You let out a hum before bringing yourself up and teasing him slightly by running his tip up and down your slit.

“Go for it baby, make him feel as good as you make me feel” you slid down onto him with taeyongs words, a whine leaving your lips at the stretch. You ran your hand up his stomach, over his chest to his neck. Wrapping your fingers around his jugular before squeezing lightly, a high groan leaving his lips.

“H-harder” he forced out, as your hips began slamming onto his. You squeezed tighter, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Whines of pleasure leaving your lips. You didn’t notice taeyong getting up from off the bed, all you felt was his lips attaching to your neck. Leaving big, pretty plotches of pink from the front to the back. You lent forward, placing a precious kiss to jaehyuns lips before biting down onto his lip.

You let go of his neck, whispering to him about how he’s your good boy. You felt taeyong leave your body to move back to jaehyun, you watched as taeyong pulled him into a messy kiss. You could of came right on the spot.

You began swivelling your hips, just how taeyong liked. Hearing the muffled whines leaving Jae’s lips, you kept up your pace and movements.

“I’m gonna cum all over you, wouldn’t you like that Hm?” You growled out, picking up your pace. For the 3rd time tonight you felt the little coil in your tummy burst, your whole body seized up and you sloppily rid him to push on your high. Instead of letting him cum while you rid him you thought of another idea.

You felt his hips buck into you as you stop. You shakily got off of him and dropped to the floor, taking off the condom and passing It to taeyong. You attached your lips to his tip. Tasting yourself on him, as you take him into your mouth more. You look up to meet his eyes as they were trained on you, you saw taeyong leaving little bites on his warm skin. His hips bucked into your face making you choke slightly, you let your teeth graze him lightly. Not wanting to hurt him.

“Cum down her throat jae, be our good boy” taeyong whispered into his ear,knowing he was close by the way his whimpers where getting louder by the second. Jae nodded his head, bucking his hips faster. A Choked moan left your lips which sent a vibration, making him release into your mouth. You let out small hums as you kept bopping your head, up and down. Torturing the poor boy.

“Please, fuck it hurts” he whimpered out bringing his hands to your hair to pull you away. Taeyong noticed, slapping his face just a little. It left a red mark but nothing serious. A loud whine left jaehyuns reddened lips. Still his hips kept bucking like the dirty whore he is.

“Don’t you dare” he growled out, gripping Jaehyun by the neck again. You kept going, wanting him to cum again. You picked up your speed, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. The choked moans leaving his lips making your whole body tingle.

“You gonna cum, Hm? You gonna cum down this bitches throat again” he just pathetically nodded at taeyongs words, letting his moans get higher and higher. And he did.

You made sure not to swallow it, you swished it around in your mouth. Letting your spit and his cum mix together. Getting up off the floor and climbing into him again, you opened Jaehyuns mouth and spat onto his tongue. A groan leaving his lips as he already swallowed, you let out a giggle.

“Good boy” you whispered out, giving him a kiss. Then moving to taeyong and placing a kiss to his juicy lips. He pulled you into him again, prolonging the kiss, you let out a muffled giggle. Still sitting on Jae’s lap you grinded a little but soon stopped as he hissed. He just sat there with a blissed face watching as you two kissed softly. You pulled away, placing a kiss to taeyongs nose before climbing off Jaehyun again and throwing yourself onto the silk covered bed.

“Well that was something” jaehyun giggled out, lying back with you. You closed your eyes, feeling the effects of sleep setting in. You heard a small snore, peeking your eyes open to see Jaehyun, his mouth hanging open, his eyes screwed shut as he drifted off.

“How are we gonna explain that to the boys because they definitely heard” you giggled out to taeyong as he pulled you into him, placing a kiss on your sticky forehead. He just shrugged, a groan leaving his lips as he saw Jaehyun.

“Never saw him as the sub type” he whispered before pushing his head into your hair, you hummed intertwining your fingers with his.

“I want this again” you heard him say as he slowly fell asleep, his breathing getting heavier.

You wanted it too.

[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 3 (18+ M)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff & S M U T

Warnings: Fingering, Graphic sex (semi-public, mirror, un-protected)

Word Count: 2435

AN: Welcome to Day 3 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! As promised, here’s the SMUT! (Oh don’t worry- there’s more where this came from!)  I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Hope you like it! 

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 3rd Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Mall

You were sifting through the mail, which at this time of year consisted mostly of ads and catalogs, when you saw the envelope. Oh no. You’d almost forgotten: the office Christmas party. There was no getting out of it, and worse, somehow your co-workers had found out you had a boyfriend. This meant you were going to have to take Ayno. You glanced over at him, sitting on the couch totally engrossed in yet another insipid Hallmark Christmas movie, and wondered how you were going to pull this off. There was no way he was going to just blend in: Ayno was tall and beautiful- the platinum blonde hair you were currently gracing him with making him even more of a standout. Once you put him in a suit and tie, he was going to stop traffic and hearts. You felt yourself getting lightheaded at the thought.

Right on cue, Ayno’s head swiveled in your direction, eyes already glowing burgundy and full of sparkle, as he gracefully rose and crossed the room in three short strides to press his body against yours and capture your mouth with his. “Did you need something?” he asked suggestively.  

“Nope. I’m good.” You half lied.

Never one to take no for an answer, Ayno began softly kissing your neck. “Mmmmm...your pheromones suggest otherwise.” He said softly between kisses.

“With you kissing me like that, how could they not?”

You felt his lips curve into a smile. “I don’t see the problem…”

“The problem”, you said attempting to push him away, “is that once we get going, we don’t stop! …and I unfortunately have things to get done tonight.”

“I hope you were planning to add me to your to-do list” he mock pouted.

You laughed “You are always on my to-do list.”

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Any thoughts you had that you were going to leave Ayno at home and just say “he couldn’t make it” went out the window at the end of the staff meeting the next day when Megan, who you usually referred to as Mega Bitch Barbie, cornered you and asked in front of everyone “So! Will we finally be seeing this mysterious boyfriend of yours at the Christmas party?”, the tone of her voice implying that no such person actually existed. Right then and there you decided that Ayno was definitely going, and in the most lethal look you could mentally conjure for him.

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 “Soooo…we have to go shopping.” You told him.

“Shopping?” he asked excitedly “Can we go to the store with the chicken feet and the large spikey fruit?” Ayno loved grocery shopping.

“No, sorry- this is not a trip to the Asian market. We have to go to the Mall.”

He looked a little disappointed. “Do we have to go through every store? Many of them seem the same. And some of them stink and make me sneeze.”

You laughed lightly. “I promise we will avoid Yankee Candle and Bath & Body Works. I have to find a dress to wear to the office Christmas party.”

“Oh. When will you go to this party?”

“In a couple weeks. You’re going too.”

Ayno’s whole face lit up. “I will go with you? You think it is ok to let people see me and meet me?” he asked.

“Of course! …and before you ask, yes, I will tell them you’re my boyfriend.”

“I promise I will try not to be awkward. I will say little and stay right next to you.” he said in a rush.

Your heart hurt a little- he was trying so hard. “You’ll be fine. You’re doing a great job of acting human.”

Ayno beamed and gave you one of those full body hugs you loved. “Do I need clothes for this too?”

“Well yes- and no. You do need a suit. But I was thinking I might just conjure your clothes.”

Ayno looked wary. “Is that a good idea? You know what happens…”

He wasn’t wrong in his concern. You had learned that when Ayno said he appeared however you desired him, he meant it literally. If you truly desired him to look like SpongeBob SquarePants in a pink housecoat and hair curlers, that is exactly what he would look like…and the change would take only moments. So, if you desired him to wear the outfit on the cover of GQ- that’s what he would be instantly wearing. The problem came in when you started thinking about things you’d like him to do to you and started picturing him naked…which was why you had invested in some actual real world clothes for him- those didn’t just disappear off his body the second your thoughts went NC-17.

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You started with the department stores. Nordstrom & Bloomingdale’s were too expensive, and Dillard’s had a whole lot of nothing. That meant you had to hit the mall stores.

Ayno had proven to be good to shop with: three levels of consumer paradise always fascinated him, he offered honest assessments of anything you tried on, and had seemingly endless patience with the process- particularly if you gave him your cell phone to play with. He was totally addicted to Candy Crush.

This next store looked sort of promising. Over bright lighting, hard to navigate displays, tons of disposable fast fashion, and from the overhead speakers Mariah Carey was loudly declaring that all she wanted for Christmas was you. You saw several dresses you liked right away, and they had most of them in your size. The salesgirl lead you to the dressing room area at the rear of the store. They were co-ed dressing rooms that sat down a long hallway with wooden stadium style seats on one side and then the dressing rooms on the other with doors that reached almost to the floor. You stepped inside the room to discover it was actually rather spacious and had one of those awesome three panel mirrors that you could angle so you could actually see yourself from every position all at once. The first two dresses were absolute no goes: One of them was ill fitting, and the color on the other one washed you out. The third dress was a possibility if not a little boring. You actually had to take your bra off for dress number four: one of those tight stretchy neoprene numbers that looked almost like vinyl. Ok, this dress was a little too body-con for an office party, but you looked sexy as hell. You were tousling your hair, turning and admiring yourself when you heard a knock on the dressing room door. You were about to tell the salesgirl you were fine, when you heard Ayno’s voice low and husky “Open the door”. You cracked it open to see his eyes blazing burgundy and full of lust. He pushed through the dressing room door and locked it behind him. He moved around to stand behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing you to his body, the other hand rubbing your thigh and pushing the already-too-short-hem of the dress ever higher. “Mmmm you do look sexy, don’t you? He said as he captured your earlobe with his teeth and began nibbling and tugging on it.  “Ayno! Stop!” you hissed. “What’s the matter baby? Afraid someone will hear us?” “YES! We will get thrown out! Or arrested!!” “Then you’d better stay quiet” he growled as he pushed 2 of his fingers into your mouth. This was the closest you had ever gotten to sucking Ayno’s cock, so you went to work on his fingers with all the pent-up frustration of having been denied that privilege. His large hand kneaded and grabbed your ass as you swirled your tongue around his fingers and sucked hard. While weaving a trail of pale strawberry marks across the top of your shoulders, he worked the dress to your waist; and still feeling the smooth skin of your bare ass, he glanced down at it. “Oooo…you are feeling sexy today! You’re wearing- what do you call this again? A “thong”? Such pretty black lace…” his eyes flared a brighter burgundy as he looked up at you in the mirror “…too bad it’s in my way.” Ayno bent down, and with one hand occupied by your mouth, he used the other to pull the string taut, and brought his teeth down to rip it away from the “whale tail” at the top. You felt it give way and slingshot between your legs, coming to dangle uselessly in the front. “That’s better” he said as he brought his free hand down to smack your ass. You squealed in surprise and jumped forward slightly. “Shhhh…I can’t fuck you if you won’t stay quiet.” Ayno admonished as pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth.  He pulled them out with a pop and trailed them between your ass cheeks before sliding lower and slipping them into your juicy pussy. You sighed as he slid them in and out quickly causing a squelching sound. “Is all this for me?” he whispered. You nodded and whimpered slightly, suddenly needing to feel him buried in you. You moaned in protest as he abruptly removed his fingers, bringing his hand around to the front of you, running his fingers up and down between your folds before placing your swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolling. You gasped, bighting your lips to keep silent as he brought his other hand up and gently lifted your chin until you look up and meet his eyes in the mirror. You could feel your tension building, as you ground your ass against Ayno’s hard cock, still straining to be freed from his pants. Suddenly he stopped, kissed your cheek and whispered “Not yet” low in your ear as you moaned in protest of your stolen high.

Ayno reached up slowly removed the straps from your shoulders and rolled the dress down your sides and off your body until it fell to the floor. He turned you slightly sideways and said, “Spread your legs, bend over, and put both hands on the left mirror.” Your core grew hot with anticipation as you followed his instructions. Then he reached over and adjusted the right panel of the mirror so you could see your naked body bent before him: breasts hanging free and dripping pussy on display like an open rose. You watched breathlessly as Ayno took his finger and ran it gently along the edges of each petal, and slowly swirled around the opening before pushing a single digit back in. A sigh escaped your lips as he worked the digit slowly back and forth before withdrawing it covered in your juices to swirl around the lips again. “So beautiful.” He murmured as he repeated his actions before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor next to the dress. He gently stroked himself and then brought the tip of his length to your waiting hole. He stroked the head of his cock up and down between your slick folds, lubing himself until you saw him prod the entrance, and begin teasing you by inserting just the head, and then withdrawing it. “Oh god Ayno- don’t tease me! Just fuck me” you pleaded. “So impatient” he said clucking his tongue at you. “Are you going to stay quiet?” he asked as he pushed in again. “Yes” you whispered desperately. He grabbed your hips and sheathed himself all the way in in one long steady stroke. You watched as his shaft disappeared inside you one centimeter at a time, your walls stretching as he pressed in until his thighs were flush against your ass. Then he dragged slowly all the way back out, allowing you to feel his every ridge. For a moment you could see his cock coated in your juices glistening in the dressing room lights, before he pushed himself all the way back in watching as your wet pussy lips parted to welcome him. Every time he pressed in you could feel the sweet stretch against your walls as he filled you and then the feeling of emptiness as your walls touched again when he withdrew. Ayno’s eyes met yours in the mirror “I love watching your pussy take my cock. Do you like it too? Do you like watching me fuck you?” he asked. “Yes, god yes…please Ayno, this is torture! Fuck me hard...” you whined. “Your wish is always my command” he said as he continued thrusting fully in and out of you, his pace building rapidly. The slap of his thighs against your ass was muffled by the sounds of Blink 182 telling you they would not be home for Christmas; but you watched your ass cheeks jiggle as his thighs connected, and your breasts bounce with every stroke. He continued pulling his full length out and slamming back into you despite the frenetic pace he now had. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as you reached one hand down to your throbbing clit and squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t aware of how loud you were moaning until Ayno reached forward and clamped one hand over your mouth. “C’mon baby – don’t be scared- you don’t have to hold back.” he coaxed, seeing you fighting to keep your climax at bay. You could feel your stomach tighten and your legs starting to shake. Your moans became high pitched as your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through your body. Ayno pulled out and spun you around- pressing you against his body, your mound grinding against his bare cock and your whimpers lost in his mouth as you rode it out.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You broke away from the kiss, your whole body going stock still, shaking legs still being supported by Ayno. “Hi! How’s it goin’ in there?!” the voice of the overly cheerful salesgirl asked. Ayno broke into a huge grin. “Great! Thanks!” you called back, hoping you didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “Was that a good size for you? Did that fit ok?” she asked. Ayno’s whole body began shaking with silent laughter. “Yep! It was perfect. Fit like a dream.” you answered back trying not to laugh. “Ok! Let me know if you need anything else!” she said as she moved on to check the next patron. “Maybe some new underwear…” you mumbled under your breath.

[a-daydreamers-stories]

~I kept my promise! Woo!!! Enjoy~

P1/ P2/ P3/ P4/ P5/ P6

Part 7

Happy's POV

Gemma had let you go home after lunch and I felt even worse, I'd have to wait until later to apologize. I finished the car, moving out of the garage as Tig and Chibs came over to me.

"Hey, brother," Tig smiled and clapped me on the back.

"What's up?" I asked as I lit a cigarette, taking a drag off it.

"Can you run to CaraCara?" Chibs asked.

"What for?" I looked at them confused.

"Jax wants someone over there, thinks the girls need some extra muscle," Tig told me.

"You guys can't do that? I kinda have plans." I told them.

"Hap, no one is scarier than you." Tig chuckled and I shrugged, that was true.

"Fine, but I'm leaving after two hours. Someone can be there or not, I don't care." I told him and Tig and Chibs nodded.

"Wha'ver ye say." Chibs lit up his own cigarette.

"When does he want me there?" I asked.

"Probably now if Gemma will let you leave," Tig told me, I paused at the idea of having to talk to Gemma before nodding. I hit it before stomping it out, I went into the office and Gemma looked up. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow as she looked up at me.

"What?" She asked.

"Jax wants me to go to CaraCara," I told her.

"Fine, but you're still in the doghouse." She said.

"I know," I said.

"Fix it before tomorrow." She told me and I just nodded before going to clock out and change. I put my kutte on and jumped on my bike before riding to CaraCara. I got there and Luanne looked at me confused.

"What're ya doing here?" She asked.

"Jax wanted me to watch out for the girls," I told her and she shrugged.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." Luanne gestured to the couch and I sat down. There was a scene being filmed but my mind was on you, I had no idea how to apologize, never done it before. Girls liked flowers and chocolates and all that other shit, right? I was mulling things over and didn't notice the brunette standing in front of me.

"Are you Happy?" She asked and I blinked before focusing on the busty girl, she was dressed in a slutty nurse outfit.

"Who's askin?" I raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the couch.

"Mmm... you're even better looking than I was expecting." She smirked and slid onto my lap. I leaned back and gave her an unamused look.

"I'm not in the mood," I said.

"Really? Because I can do things with my tongue that you haven't even dreamed of." She purred and nipped my earlobe, I grabbed her hips hard as she started grinding against me and pushed her off. She fell down on the ground with a gasp and looked up at me in shock.

"Fuck off." I pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Ugh! Fuck you, I've got a scene coming up anyways. Tell Tig to think twice before asking me for a favor again." She huffed and I paused.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Tig," She said in disgust as she got up. "He said something about owing you or some shit, said I'd be the perfect prize."

"Owing me?" My eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Yes." She rolled her eyes and straightened out her dress. "Go fuck each other." She huffed and walked off and I frowned. Getting up I walked out of CaraCara, not caring about my promise to wait for 2 hours since I had a feeling it was all some setup anyways. I jumped on my bike and headed for the store. I didn't really want to buy anything but I wasn't going to actually say I was sorry either.

Looking through the isles I picked up a thing of dark dove chocolate since those were your favorite, some blue flowers that I thought you'd like, and a fuzzy teddy bear. The checkout kid gave me a scared and confused look as he started scanning my items.

"I fucked up," I grumbled as I passed over the money. The kid nodded sympathetically before giving back my change and bag. I put the bag in my bike storage before riding to your house, parking in my normal spot down the block before getting the bag out. I took the flowers out before walking up to your house, I knocked on the door and waited.

Reader's POV

Sammy and I spent the rest of the day lounging on the couch, I'd been replaying the scene in my head over and over again. We'd fought before plenty of times but this seemed different. He'd never yelled at me like that before, especially not in front of other people. I was drawn out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, I picked Sammy up and took him to the door with me. I opened the door to find Happy holding up a bouquet of blue flowers and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" I asked before he pulled a teddy bear and chocolates out of a plastic bag. "That's not an apology. I can't believe I'm about to say this to your cheap ass but you can't fucking buy me off."

"I'm not..." Happy started.

"Then what the fuck is this?" I gestured to the stuff. "Just go away, I don't want to see you."

"Y/N!" Happy said loudly as I started to close the door. His hand shot out and pushing it back open as he stepped inside.

"Happy, just go..." I sighed and walked away as he shut the door behind himself.

"No," Happy said and I set down Sammy before turning towards Happy.

"Why!? Why are you still here!? Why are you so fucking hurtful and mean!?" I said moving over to poke him in the chest. "Why are you an insane, possessive, control..." Happy pulled me into a hard and passionate kiss, my body reacted instantly, my hands reaching out before I came to my senses and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled.

"What?" I paused, my hands still on his chest and I could feel his heart racing slightly even though his face was blank.

"I'm sorry." He said with a bit of a growl to his voice, "I'm not saying it a 3rd time."

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, a smile spreading out on my face.

"For being a jackass." Happy growled. "And calling you a bitch."

"I'm glad you admitted you're a jackass." I giggled and walked away from him.

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" Happy asked.

"How about you get on your knees and grovel?" I smirked and sat on the couch, Happy set down the gifts on the tables before moving to stand in front of me. "What are you doing?"

"Getting on my knees and groveling..." Happy smirked and got down on his knees in front of me, my eyes widened as he started to pull down my PJ pants.

"Hap..." I started but was cut off by my own moan as his fingers stroked my pussy.

"Shhh, I'm apologizing." Happy chuckled before he leaned down and licked my pussy, I couldn't help but spread my legs further for him. One hand moving to the back of his head, my head falling back against the couch as he started fucking me with his tongue.

"Oh... fuck..." I moaned as his tongue stroked against the right spot. He growled and his hands grabbed my ass hard as he pulled me closer, practically burying himself in my pussy. His tongue was just as good, if not better, as his dick and fingers. If this was the way Happy apologized then maybe I should be mad at him more often.

I gasped and my hips bucked as he moved to suck on my clit and slid two fingers inside of me. My breathing picked up as he started to fuck me with his fingers, switching back and forth between his tongue playing with my clit and sucking hard on it. I was about to cum when he pulled back, his fingers coming out of me too. Looking down, his face was covered in my juices and I swallowed hard.

"Hap... I was going to cum..." I whined softly and he chuckled, his fingers ghosting over my pussy.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"What?" I pouted and my hips lifted up, trying to get him to touch more of me.

"Do you forgive me?" He repeated and his finger lazily circled my clit. I whimpered, my hand trying to push his head back. With his other hand, he took my hand off the back of his head and softly kissed the back of it before kissing each knuckle. "I'm going to make you cum over and over again, baby girl. I'm going to fuck you every way imaginable if you don't forgive me now... I'll make sure you do by morning."

Before I even had the chance to answer, Happy dove right back in, growling loudly as he tasted me again. I gasped loudly and shouted out a few incoherent words as he started fucking me again with his tongue. I had been so close before and the tiny break didn't change that fact, Happy moved his hand to pinch my clit which caused me to cum hard.

"Happy!" I screamed out in pleasure, my hand reaching out to grab onto the back of his head. Needing something to hold onto and also wanting him as close as possible. He made an animalistic sound as he licked up my cum, my body shook slightly as it came down from its high.

"God, you taste so good..." Happy groaned as he pulled back, nipping at my thighs.

"Thanks?" I giggled, feeling way better than before. Happy moved back and looked at me for a second before standing up, he pulled me up and flipped me over so my knees were on the seat and my front was pressed against the back of the couch.

"This can go." Happy took off the shirt I had been wearing and threw it across the room. His hand lightly trailed down my back, down to my ass before spanking it hard.

"Hap!" I gasped and wiggled slightly causing a groan to come from him. His other hand reached up to my shoulder, across my collarbone, before wrapping around my throat.

"You make the prettiest sounds." He whispered in my ear before nipping at my earlobe. My eyelids fluttered shut as his fingers tightened slightly. I felt him move behind me and pull back slightly before I could feel the head of his cock against my entrance. I moaned and tried to push back for more and Happy chuckled but pulled back. "Eager much?"

"Happy..." I whined. "Don't tease!"

"I've got all night, baby girl." Happy said. "There's no need to rush."

"But... Happy..." I pouted and wiggled my ass.

"Now who's teasing?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. He moved closer again and gently rubbed the head against my pussy again. I moaned, Happy's fingers tightened around my neck a little more and rubbed it against my clit.

"Ohhhhh... oh god." I moaned out. "Happy, I need you please."

"Are we begging now?" Happy chuckled and moved the head to run along my lips.

"Happy please..." I whined, not caring how pathetic I sounded. This man was going to kill me and I was starting to think I wouldn't mind. He pushed just the head inside of me and growled loudly. He didn't move in anymore but did smack my ass hard.

"Fuck..." He groaned. "Tell me what you want, baby girl..."

"Happy... you're going to kill me." I was breathing heavily as I tried not to push myself back on his cock. Happy smacked my ass harder and tsks.

"Come on, baby girl, beg nice and pretty for daddy." Happy growled and I moaned loudly. "You like that?"

"God..." I moaned loudly as he smacked my ass again. "Fuck me! Please fuck me, daddy. Fuck me so hard that I can't walk for a week, I need you so badly..." I was so horny at that point that I was practically crying, I would have done anything Happy asked me. He chuckled, it was a low and sexily evil sound, before he slid inside me at a torturously slow pace and I almost came.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." Happy groaned softly moving his hand, that wasn't wrapped around my throat, grabbed my hip and slowly started thrusting in and out. I was so close to cumming that it only took two thrusts and I was sent over the edge with a loud moan.

"Happy... fucking god..." I moaned out and his fingers tightened slightly around my throat as he started to pound me.

"Nuh uh, baby girl... you know what to call me." Happy growled and my pussy clenched around me.

"D...Daddy...?" I moaned out the slight question, not 100 percent sure that's what he wanted to hear.

"That's a good girl." He praised and his fingers tightened more, not enough so I couldn't breathe at all but just enough to add to the pleasure that was building. If I died on Happy's dick, I wouldn't complain. I'd probably be fucking ecstatic about it even, I swear that he was a sex god sent to fuck out my soul.

He sped up his pace and from the angle he had me in it made me feel like I was going to explode. I swore every cuss word that my mind could come up with as I came again. Happy groaned loudly but still didn't cum. He moved his hand from my hip down to my mound and started rubbing my clit softly, giving a nice contrast to the rough and fast pace that he was pounding into me with. I was gripping the back of the couch for dear life and felt myself building up towards another orgasm.

"I'm going to cum..." Happy growled in my ear. "Cum with me, now..." He tightened his fingers enough to cut off the air and twisted my clit which sent me into the most powerful orgasm of my life. My body shook and I heard my nail rip into the fabric of the couch. Happy thrust into me hard as we both came, his fingers loosened their hold and I took in a huge gulp of air.

Happy gently rubbed my throat, moving forward to nuzzle and kiss the side of it softly. My eyes shut and I leaned back against him, feeling very tired as his other hand moved back to my hip. He didn't pull out, just stood there. We were both quiet as we leaned against each other, he continued to place soft kisses up and down the side of my neck.

Happy's POV

Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck... Sex with you was the best thing I had ever experienced. The way you reacted to me made my body feel like it was on fire, your moans made my cock twitch, and your body made me go insane. I could live the rest of my life buried between your legs, doing you over and over again, in every way possible.

I playfully nipped the soft spot on your neck and your body shook as a soft moan came out of your mouth. I smiled and sucked softly, needing to hear that sound again. I felt my cock twitch as you moaned louder and I was definitely impressed by the effect you had on it.

"Sit down..." You said in a breathless voice and I raised an eyebrow as I looked down at you.

"You giving me orders now, baby girl?" I asked and you giggled.

"Yes, now sit down... dick." You whispered the last part and I just knew you rolled your eyes. I pulled out of you slowly and sat down on the couch, next to where I had you perched. You moved so you were straddling me and I looked up at you, you bit your lower lip. My cock slowly stirred to life as you did, my hands trailed up your sides, gently brushing the underside of your breasts. You moaned loudly and started grinding against my cock, not putting it inside of yourself yet.

"Fucking..." I groaned and leaned up to kiss your perfect breasts as you began to ride me. My hands gripped your ass as I started thrusting up into hard, causing you to gasp and dig your nails into my shoulders. One of your hands moved up to the back of my neck, I sucked on one of your nipples and your back arched.

"Daddy..." You moaned and I smirked, you were really getting into that which was an exciting new route we could discover. I had a few other things that I wanted to try out, but those could wait till later. Right now I was focused on the way your perfect body rode me. I moved my head away from your breasts which caused a small whimper to escape your mouth. I looked up at your face and watched your expressions as I thrust up into you, my hand smacking your ass hard which caused you to look down into my eyes.

One of my hands moved up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a hungry kiss. Your hips stopped riding me as you kissed back in surprise. I flipped us over so you were laying down on the couch and started pounding into you, I didn't stop kissing you either. I growled as you bit my lower lip playfully, my thrusts got even rougher and faster. Our orgasms happened at the same time again and a few tears actually slid down your cheeks. Once I came down slightly, I gently wiped them away.

"You okay?" I asked and you nodded, a small content smile on your lips.

"You've made me cum a lot." You let out a little giggle and I chuckled, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"I'm not done yet," I smirked as I sat up, pulling out slowly before picking you up and throwing you over my shoulder.

"Happy!" You squeaked and I spanked your ass with a chuckle.

"Nope, try again," I said as I walked us into your room.

"God... why do I put up with you?" You sighed.

"Because I have a huge dick." I chuckled before tossing you onto the bed. This was going to be a fun night...

~Later that night~

I had actually fucked you so hard that you passed out, after checking to make sure you were okay and weren't going to die on me, I got into bed with you. Pulling you close, your head laying on my chest and I stroked your hair softly. Listening to your breath, I smiled and couldn't stop myself from kissing the top of your head. You being upset with me earlier had really put me into a shitty mood. But we had gotten our frustrations out, both of us had bruises and scratches to prove it.

You let out a soft sigh and I looked down to your face, your lips were parted slightly. My fingers moved down to cup your cheek and my thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. This is the only time you've ever shut up, I chuckled at the thought, you weren't that bad when you were quiet. I gently kissed your forehead and went back to stroking your hair. I didn't want anybody else to see you when you were silent, I wanted to be the only person to experience this peace. You were mine and I wasn't going to let you go.

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Your fluff writings are so cute!♡ can you write about Harry getting sick in the middle of the night and being upset about it because he and yn havent dated that long and he's worried she won't want to be near him but she helps him and takes care of him and even after he's been throwing up she helps him shower and dress and actually let's him cuddle with her so he starts crying because she loves him and he's been in love with her for awhile?

Aww thank you so much love!!! The fact that you enjoy them makes my heart swell because I literally love writing fluff! I swear I’m always a soft ass bitch for Harry. I’m sorry if it’s taken me a while to get to this request. Tumblr is an ass sometimes and it doesn’t tell me I’ve gotten anons! It also takes me forever to write in general lmao. I switched it up and decided to write this in the 3rd person so please let me know what y’all prefer. Anyways I’m gonna stop rambling. I hope you like it! 💖

Warnings: None!! This is all fluff :’)

Y/N is woken up to the faint moonlight peaking through the blinds of the bedroom. Despite being bundled up under the thick comforter, she can still feel the chill of the air lightly caressing areas of her skin that are exposed. Burrowing deeper into the blankets, sleep is slowly calling her name again, urging her back into an unconscious state. Its call is disrupted however when she hears muffled noise coming from the direction of the bathroom. Startled, Y/N turns over to wake Harry, realizing his side of the bed is empty. The sheets are cold and crumpled as if he had gotten up in a hurry, and a feeling of concern washes over her despite her tired state. Making her way out of bed, the contrast between the warmth of the covers and the coolness of the air causes goosebumps to scatter along her skin. She navigates through Harry’s large room using the light from the forgotten TV. It was still faintly playing the baking show her and Harry had chosen as background noise for their nightly reading together. Taking care not to trip, Y/N approaches the bathroom door. Light faintly creeps from under the crack, and listening closely she can hear soft sniffling from the other side. Confused and worried, she slowly turns the knob, cracking the door ever so slightly.

“Harry, baby, is everything okay?” she questions softly, opening the door wider. The warm glow of the bathroom illuminates the dark bedroom as Y/N steps onto the chilly tiled floor. Her gaze is almost immediately drawn to where Harry is balled up next to the toilet. He lifts his head up as he hears her voice, his green eyes meeting hers with a mixture of embarrassment and exhaustion. His whole shirt appears to be damp with sweat, and if she didn’t know better, from the way he’s drenched, Y/N would assume he had been working out. His damp curls are pressed against his forehead, and his skin appears to have lost some of the golden color that she’s so used to seeing. Harry can visibly see the concern spreading across her features, and he’s mentally kicking himself for not being quieter. They hadn’t been dating for very long, and the last thing Harry wanted was for Y/N to see him in such a state.

“M’fine darling. Y’can go back to bed.” Harry manages to rasp out, his usually smooth voice sounding a bit strained. She ignores him, moving further into the bathroom to crouch down beside him. Reaching out a hand to press against his forehead, Harry almost moans at the feeling of her cool touch against his feverish skin. His eyes fluttering closed as Y/N’s widen in shock at his temperature. “Oh my god Harry! You’re burning up!” She gasps, brushing his damp hair away from his face. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” Harry sluggishly opens his eyes to look at her again. The amount of concern for him that’s etched across her face makes his heart swell. He’s not sure if the butterflies in his stomach are from how pretty Y/N looks despite being woken up at such an early hour, or if they’re from the bad seafood that had gotten him into this situation.

“S’no big deal love. I think I’ve just got a bit of food poisoning s’all...didn’t wan’ to wake you up just cause I can’t handle a bit of shrimp...” he murmurs, giving a weak smile as he makes eye contact with her. Y/N can’t help the grin that spreads across her face despite the situation. Here he is, nearly on the brink of death on his bathroom floor, still cracking jokes. That’s Harry for you. Shaking her head, she reaches a hand out to him to help him up. “I told you that it smelt weird and not to eat it!” She exclaims as she helps him on to his feet. “But no, y’just had to have some! You’re so bloody stubborn.” Her voice is firm, yet tinged with slight humor, and Harry knows she isn’t actually upset with him. He tries to hide his smile from her. Harry would never admit it, but he loves when Y/N dotes on him like this. The fact that she cares for him so much makes his heart flutter and his head swim. Well actually, his head might be swimming because he stood up too fast, but thats besides the point. She guides Harry to sit on the toilet as she begins to run him a bath, making sure the water isn’t too hot or cold. After adding some of her favorite bubbles, Y/N turns to Harry to begin helping him out of his sweaty clothes.

Harry holds back his cheeky remarks about her helping him undress, accepting her help into the bathtub. He sighs as he sinks down into the warm water, the soft smell of freesia and rose invading his senses. It’s a familiar smell he realizes, one he often finds caressing his nose after Y/N has spent the night. Harry allows his eyes to flutter closed for a moment, the warm, soothing water around him instantly easing his stomach cramps slightly. Y/N is perched on the edge of the tub, studying his face. Partly because she’s still worried about him, and also because she could stare at him forever. Even when he’s sick, Y/N still thinks he’s the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. Breaking out of her trance and realizing his eyes are now open and on her, she smiles at him softly. For a moment, they just look at each other. Their eyes tell each other the words neither of them have been brave enough to say yet. It’s almost too intense, and the amount of gratitude and love that Y/N can see in Harry’s eyes is too much for her.

“I’m gonna go get everything ready for when you get out of the bath,” She smiles lightly as she stands up, wiping her damp hands on the edge of the fluffy jumper Harry had let her borrow for bed. “Let me know if you feel like you’re gonna be sick again okay? I’ll be right back.” Before leaving, Y/N leans down to press a small kiss against Harry’s damp forehead and he hums in response, tilting his head back against the cool tile of the bathtub. With that, Y/N makes her way back into the dark bedroom, turning on lamps as she passes them. First, she grabs one of the assorted towels that Harry keeps folded neatly in linen closet. She chooses a big, fluffy, yellow one that she knows is Harry’s favorite. It takes her a minute to navigate through his many drawers, but eventually she finds him a clean pair of underwear and a t shirt. Deciding that, despite his fever, he would probably be a bit chilly after his bath, Y/N makes her way downstairs to put the towel and clothes in the dryer for a minute.

From his spot in the tub, Harry can hear Y/N shuffling around in his room and it makes his dimples appear along his cheeks. He loves how absolutely normal everything feels with her. Even though they’ve only been dating for a few months, Harry never has to hide from Y/N. He can be his authentic self without worry of judgement. He loves how big her heart is, how she cares for everyone and everything so dearly. The way that she instantly jumped to his aid with no questions asked. There’s so many things about her that check every single box on his list, and as she stumbles back through the bathroom door moments later, arms full of anything and everything he might need to feel better, the fact that he’s in love with her is solidified in his mind.

“Okay bubs! M’back.” Y/N smiles, placing the now warm towel and clothes on the closed lid of the toilet. “These are for when you get out, and I also brought you up some ginger ale and medicine.” Harry’s goofy smile turns into a frown of disgust at her words. “Darling, y’know I can’t stand the taste of ginger a-“ Before he can finish his sentence, Y/N cuts him off. “Shh! None of that. I know you think it’s gross but it’s gonna make you feel so much better, I promise!” Harry grumbles slightly but nods in agreement anyways, a slight smile still plastered on his lips at the way she was basically mothering him. It makes him think about how good of a mom she would be to their kids someday, but he has to reel his thoughts back in. He hasn’t even told her he loves her yet for Christ sake! But here he is, already thinking about starting a family. His friends would call him whipped, but as he watches Y/N scurry around the bathroom in his oversized jumper with sleep ruined hair, he doesn’t mind being whipped all that much.

“Alright!” She says as she stops in her tracks, looking around the bathroom, almost as if she was looking for something she had forgotten. “Are you ready to get out love? I’m sure the water isn’t as warm anymore.” Her eyes meet his, her eyebrows scrunched in a concerned way. Harry shakes his head lightly in amusement as he begins to rise of of the tub. “Yeah m’ready, you’ve got me turning into a bloody prune over here!” he smiles playfully. Y/N let’s out a distracted laugh, her eyes following the water droplets that flow down his defined and tattooed shoulders and chest, dripping down to the delicate ferns that adorn his hips. Butterflies envelope her stomach at how gorgeous he is. She isn’t sure how anyone could be so breathtaking, but here he is right in front of her. Y/N avoids letting her gaze fall any lower, a warmth spreading across her cheeks. Though she’s seen it before, now wasn’t really the time to be focusing on his dick. “Well, at least you’re a prune that smells good!” she laughs, a cheeky glimmer in her eyes as she looks back at him.

Harry hadn’t missed the way she was looking at him with noticeable admiration in her eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to wrap the warm, fluffy towel around his waist with a grin. Y/N smiles and leans against the doorframe as he gets dressed. Once he’s fully clothed, she guides him to sit down on the closed toilet seat. She hands him the ginger ale as well as two small pills he assumes will lower his fever. Harry looks down at the light brown liquid, already dreading the taste of it. “Do I really have to drink this?” He grumbles, looking back up at Y/N with pleading eyes. She grins at how dramatic he is, rolling her eyes slightly. “Yes you do! Ginger is great for nausea and I want you to feel better as soon as possible.” Her voice turns into a murmur towards the end, her hand reaching out to rest against his cheek. Harry sighs, unable to resist nuzzling his face into her palm. “Fine, but I’m only drinking it because you’re cute.” With that, he places the pills in his mouth, quickly drinking the whole glass as fast as possible.

Y/N throws her head back in laughter at the disgusted look on his face, her arms resting loosely around his neck as she moves to stand between his thighs. Harry is smiling up at her with a goofy grin, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. Because he’s sitting down, his head rests just below her chest, and he cuddles into her. He can feel the vibrations of her laughter, and it makes him smile even harder. Harry absolutely loves the sound of her laugh. It’s undeniably contagious and reminds him of everything good in the world. That might be a bit dramatic but, what can he say? He’s in love. “M’glad you think my pain is funny petal.” Harry mumbles against the fabric of her sweater, humor lacing his tone. Y/N’s laughter slowly fades into small giggles, her fingers twirling the little curls at the base of his neck.

“Did the bath help any?” She questions, continuing to run her fingers through his damp hair, her nails brushing against his scalp every so often. “Do y’still feel bad?” Harry hums at the feeling of her playing with his hair, every ounce of tension leaving his body. “Mhmm. Felt like I was bloody dying earlier, now m’just sleepy.” He slowly opens his eyes to look up at her, smiling when he finds her already looking down at him. “Thank you so much love. I can’t believe y’even wan’ to be near me when I’m sick. I dunno what I’d do without you.” Y/N laughs slightly, gripping his cheeks softly in both hands. “H, you could have the fucking plague and I’d still want to be near you. Nothing you could ever do would scare me away. Especially not something as small as a bit of throw up.” She smiles, concluding her mini rant by pressing several kisses along his forehead. Harry is almost speechless. He’s never had anyone care about him this much, and the emotion bubbling in his chest is overwhelming. He sees everything he’s ever wanted right in front of him in the form of Y/N, and he never wants to let her go. Before he knows it, stray tears are sliding down his cheeks and Y/N is frantically wiping them in concern.

“Harry? Baby, why are you crying??” Her voice is higher than usual, unaware of what could be wrong with him. Harry simply hugs her closer, sniffling against the plush fabric adorning her body. For a moment they just hold each other, Y/N quietly murmuring to him every once in a while. His hands run up and down her back slowly, the sound of her heart beat pressed right against his ear. Once he’s finally composed himself, he looks up at her with his beautiful, now red rimmed, eyes. “I just...” He sniffles some more, his eyes tracing over her features, and his fingers intertwining with hers. “I love you so much Y/N, and I know we haven’t been datin’ for that long but y’already mean so much t’me and it’s been eating at me and I jus’...needed to let you know.”

Harry looks down, almost shyly, after his admission. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he feels like he might cry all over again, but when he feels Y/N’s soft hands tilting his chin up, he reminds himself to breathe. When Harry finally brings his eyes back up to meet hers, they’re shining with happiness, a huge smile etched along her cheeks. “Harry Edward Styles,” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to his face between every word, “I’ve never loved anyone in my life more than I love you. You own my whole heart.” A weight is lifted off of Harry’s shoulders at the sound of her words, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was throwing up his dinner a few hours before, he would kiss her with everything in him. Instead however, he opts for the tightest hug he thinks he’s ever given anyone. “Oi! I love you but y’gotta let me breathe!” She laughs, playfully swatting at his back. She can’t help but giggle at the dopey smile on his face once he loosens his hug.

“M’so glad you feel the same, petal. That would’ve been a real bruise to my ego if you didn’t.” He laughs cheekily, earning yet another playful swat. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. How about we get you and your ego in bed? It’s almost 4 in the morning and nurse Y/N is pretty tired.” She yawns through a smile, reaching out a hand to him. Harry grins yet again, taking her out stretched hand.

“M’okay with that, but only if y’let me be the little spoon tonight.”

Y/N smiles for what feels like the millionth time tonight, nodding her head at him. “Sounds like a plan!” And as they make their way back into bed, Y/N can’t think of anything that would be better in this moment, than falling asleep next to the love of her life.

[silkpunk]

Fur and flesh to metal and fire: Native woman as embodiment of cultural tradition and anti-colonial re-configurations of steampunk in “Good Hunting”

Introductory note

I’ve seen tumblr posts and opinion pieces praising and condemning the animated adaptation of Ken Liu’s “Good Hunting” in Love, Death + Robots. Whether positive or negative, most comments are brief and reactionary, with some expressing awe towards the steampunk and Chinese folklore elements, and/or disappointment towards its depictions of sexual and racial violence. I’m writing this post as an appeal for viewers and readers to consider the centrality and depth of European colonialism to the narrative, and attempt to interpret the story’s denotations on the dynamics between the European colonizer, the colonized man, and woman in the aftermath of the Opium War. This post draws heavily on Ken Liu’s original text in addition to the Netflix adaptation.

Summary:

The gendered Chinese folklore of the Huli jing and Good Hunting’s subversion

Colonial British “progression” (in the form of steam tech) displaces Chinese folklore

The Body is Political – conquest of body and land

The Empire’s Subjects Strike Back – Re-programming steampunk for decolonial resistance

Personal evaluations on adapting text to film

The gendered Chinese folklore of the Huli jing and Good Hunting’s subversion

The text introduces the huli jing as a figure of Chinese folklore: one that, like the succubus of the West, is a predatory female that seduces and preys on men. It is a folklore that reflects male anxieties of the dangers and dirtiness of female sexuality:

[1]

“You must save him,” the merchant’s wife had said, bowing like a chicken pecking at rice. “If this gets out, the matchmakers won’t touch him at all.” [2]

The huli jing is a figure heavily entrenched in the Chinese psyche as promiscuous, immoral, and sexually devious, to the extent that it even permeates the language: “huli jing” is widely used today as an insult against sexually deviant women (usually against 小三 / 3rd party / side woman, like slut / bitch). Liu’s depiction is thus very explicitly and purposefully subversive in its attempt to give the huli jing a voice, to testify to their innocence (or at the very least, blamelessness):

“She liked her freedom and didn’t want anything to do with him. But once a man has set his heart on a hulijing, she cannot help hearing him no matter how far apart they are. All that moaning and crying he did drove her to distraction, and she had to go see him every night just to keep him quiet.”

This was not what I learned from Father.                                                          

“She lures innocent scholars and draws on their life essence to feed her evil magic! Look how sick the merchant’s son is!”

“He’s sick because that useless doctor gave him poison that was supposed to make him forget about my mother. My mother is the one who’s kept him alive with her nightly visits. And stop using the word lure. A man can fall in love with a hulijing just like he can with any human woman.” [2]

Liu makes his intentions clear in the comment:

In writing this story, I wanted […] to turn the misogynistic huli jing legends upside down. In these legends, usually composed by male scholars, the huli jing is a dangerous feminine creature who uses her sexuality to deprive men of their vitality and essence. My huli jing questions that narrative. [3]

Following Yan’s appeal and the brutal death of her mother, the protagonist Liang and the viewer/reader alike become convinced of her innocence and the huli jing‘s victimhood – we become aligned with her. And indeed, the text seems to unite the native Chinese characters and folklore across gendered and human/demon fault lines against the greater threat of foreign colonizers.

Colonial British “progression” (in the form of steam tech) displaces Chinese folklore

The narrative is set in the aftermath of the Opium War, and the British occupation of Hong Kong (around 1841). Though Yan and Liang reside in a more rural area, the British presence is strongly felt, mainly through the steam trains and railways that come to penetrate the landscape:

I had heard rumors that the Manchu Emperor had lost a war and been forced to give up all kinds of concessions, one of which involved paying to help the foreigners build a road of iron. But it had all seemed so fantastical that I didn’t pay much attention. [2]

The train is widely presented as a symbol of modernity that the “progressive” British colonizers attempt to bring to their “backward” colonies in their civilizing mission [4]. The “advancement” of the steam train is clearly antagonistic to the “primitive” native religion – they cannot coexist, and with colonization, the occupier’s system of logic, truth and tech displaces native belief, practice and magic:

Thompson strode over to the buddha and looked at it appraisingly. […]

Then I heard a loud crash and a collective gasp from the men in the main hall.

“I’ve just broken the hands off of this god of yours with my cane,” Thompson said. “As you can see, I have not been struck by lightning or suffered any other calamity. Indeed, now we know that it is only an idol made of mud stuffed with straw and covered in cheap paint. This is why you people lost the war to Britain. You worship statues of mud when you should be thinking about building roads from iron and weapons from steel.”

There was no more talk about changing the path of the railroad.

After the men were gone, Yan and I stepped out from behind the statue. We gazed at the broken hands of the buddha for a while.

“The world’s changing,” Yan said. “Hong Kong, iron roads, foreigners with wires that carry speech and machines that belch smoke. More and more, storytellers in the teahouses speak of these wonders. I think that’s why the old magic is leaving. A more powerful kind of magic has come.” [2]

Note the privileging of the new and inorganic (roads of iron, weapons of steel) over the old and organic (statues of mud and straw) – the landscape (and later, Yan’s organic body) transforms in this manner. Yan details how the changes affect her: she can no longer transform at will, and barely hunts enough for survival.

Liang is likewise affected. The text explains his decision to leave for British-administered Hong Kong: colonization renders his family’s demon hunting business obsolete, and his father takes his own life:

People stopped coming to Father and me to ask for our services. They either went to the Christian missionary or the new teacher who said he’d studied in San Francisco. Young men in the village began to leave for Hong Kong or Canton, moved by rumors of bright lights and well-paying work. […] As I let his body down, my heart numb, I thought that he was not unlike those he had hunted all his life: they were all sustained by an old magic that had left and would not return, and they did not know how to survive without it. [2]

Regardless of their previous antagonism, human and demon, man and woman alike are dispossessed by colonialism. For the native woman especially, this colonial invasion is particularly intimate, as it occurs at the level of the sexual.

The Body is Political – conquest of body and land

I believe that Good Hunting illustrates how the native woman embodies the culture of the colonized, and thus her body becomes a site of political and sexual contestation. I base this belief on notions from Frantz Fanon’s essay, “Algeria Unveiled”, in which he describes the psycho-sexual antagonism arising between the white French colonizer and the veiled Muslim women of Algeria. Needless to say, real-life accounts differ from fictive re-imaginings, and the cultural configurations of French Algeria and British Hong Kong are definitely inequivalent, yet, they share common rhythms in the dynamic of sexual violence between white colonizer and the exoticized colonial subject.

Fanon explicates how the veiled Muslim woman’s body came to represent the whole culture of the colonized peoples of Algeria:

One may remain for a long time unaware of the fact that a Moslem does not eat pork or that he denies himself daily sexual relations during the month of Ramadan, but the veil worn by the women appears with such constancy that it generally suffices to characterize Arab society. We have seen that on the level of individuals the colonial strategy of destructuring Algerian society very quickly came to assign a prominent place to the Algerian woman. The colonialist’s relentlessness, his methods of struggle were bound to give rise to reactionary forms of behavior on the part of the colonized. In the face of the violence of the occupier, the colonized found himself defining a principled position with respect to a formerly inert element of the native cultural configuration. [5]

In short, the veil, a “formerly inert element” of Algerian Muslim culture, gains significance because it becomes a marker of that culture, a marker of difference, under the white colonizer’s gaze. To eliminate native culture, it is therefore imperative to eliminate the veil, and the native Algerian reacts by resisting this unveiling. In this manner, the Algerian woman’s body becomes a site for colonial conflict. This is why imperial expansion and territorial conquest is inextricably tied to rape – think of the pervasiveness of “rape and pillage”:    

The history of the French conquest in Algeria, including the overrunning of villages by the troops, the confiscation of property and the raping of women, the pillaging of a country, has contributed to the birth and the crystallization of the same dynamic image. At the level of the psychological strata of the occupier, the evocation of this freedom given to the sadism of the conqueror, to his eroticism, creates faults, fertile gaps through which both dreamlike forms of behaviour and, on certain occasions, criminal acts can emerge. Thus the rape of the Algerian woman in the dream of a European is always preceded by a rending of the veil. We here witness a double deflowering. [5]

Thus, it is at this site of sexual contestation of the woman’s body that struggle and resistance takes place. To me, Fanon’s conflation of the woman’s body to the native land and culture allows us to better understand Good Hunting. Yan’s identity as a huli jing already presents her as an embodiment of Chinese “old magic”. With British industrialization and influence, Chinese magic is quelled, and Yan loses her powers, symbolizing the disempowerment of Chinese culture.

As colonial steam technology dominates the landscape, native magic weakens, as does Yan’s body. The violence exacerbates when the characters migrate to the centre of colonial administration – Victoria Peak in Hong Kong. Here, there is a gendered difference in the way Liang and Yan are brutalized. Liang’s engineering talent is discounted – the native’s labour is exploited and undervalued.

“Are you the man who came up with the idea of using a larger flywheel for the old engine?”

I nodded. I took pride in the way I could squeeze more power out of my machines than dreamed of by their designers.

“You did not steal the idea from an Englishman?” his tone was severe.

I blinked. A moment of confusion was followed by a rush of anger. “No,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I ducked back under the machine to continue my work.

“He is clever,” my shift supervisor said, “for a Chinaman. He can be taught.”

“I suppose we might as well try,” said the other man. “It will certainly be cheaper than hiring a real engineer from England.” [2]

This is immediately followed by a scene of British clients sexually harassing Yan, now a sex worker.

The dialogue deliberately frames their subjugation as racialized. Liang adapts to colonial Hong Kong but he is not a part of it – he becomes educated in the technical language of the colonizer, replacing his inherited knowledge of magic with that of steam, but his racial difference is constantly referenced (perhaps he’s “white but not quite” [6]). He is a “Chinaman” regardless of ability and any attempt at assimilation. This discrimination occurs in the capacity as employer-employee, master-servant, at the meeting point of the train operations room, the workplace. For the native woman, due to the colonial sexual appetite – the tradition of rape and pillage – violence occurs at the intimate meeting point of her body, on which white expectations of her race are burdened – note how the stereotype of Chinese industriousness is used to pressure her into sexual labour. The colonizers feel entitled to the servitude of both native bodies – the man’s labour, and the woman’s sexual subjugation.

The text notes that this violent encounter leading to Yan and Liang’s reunion happens on a culturally significant date:

“Don’t let the Chinese ghosts get you,” a woman with bright blond hair said in the tram, and her companions laughed.

It was the night of Yulan, I realized, the Ghost Festival. I should get something for my father, maybe pick up some paper money at Mongkok. […]

“It’s the night of the Ghost Festival,” [Yan] said. “I didn’t want to work any more. I wanted to think about my mother.”

“Why don’t we go get some offerings together?” I asked. [2]

Similar to Día de Muertos – the Mexican Day of the Dead – the month of the Hungry Ghost Festival is a time to remember and honour the deceased. It is believed that the gates of the underworld open during the seventh lunar month, and the spirits of the departed return to visit the living. We follow Liang’s thoughts as he realizes it is the night of Yulan, and immediately encounter Yan, which might suggest to us that she is a ghost of sorts coming back to haunt him – she represents an old culture, dead or dying. The story connects the violent encounter, the sexual degradation of Yan’s magic-drained body, to the death of Yan and Liang’s parents, and maybe even the death of Yan herself. Colonial violence corresponds to the death of native culture.

To further cement this idea that the colonized woman’s body is conflated to the land, Yan’s body comes to receive the ultimate abuse from the figure of the governor (or the governor’s son, in the original text). Her sexual perpetrator is not an everyman, but the political representative of the British colonist; where Yan embodies native Chinese culture, her rapist embodies the British colonial administration. He ravages and consumes her body as a colonizer takes and devours territory – I think the showrunners deliberately portrayed him as obese to evoke a grotesque image of imperialist greed and over-consumption of the colonies’ resource. (Of course, this has problematic real-life implications on public perceptions of fat people.) He takes her organic body apart and reconstructs her to his own fetish fantasy of steel and chrome – just as Britain fragments, reforms, reshapes China’s trade, opium economy, and territory (e.g. Hong Kong), to its own will.

Yan’s rape and reconstruction is thus conflated to the political conquest of China and Hong Kong. (Jameson’s notion of the national allegory comes to mind. [7])

The Empire’s Subjects Strike Back – Re-programming steampunk for decolonial resistance

In Good Hunting, the mode of S/F (= speculative fiction / science fiction / science fantasy) enables imagination of how the native can re-appropriate and re-configure the colonizer’s weapons against them. Ken Liu notes:

I think there’s a paucity of good steampunk that addresses the dark stain of colonialism in a satisfactory way. Like many of my stories, this tale has an anti-colonial theme. [Yan] says, at one point, “A terrible thing had been done to me, but I could also be terrible.” It is about as succinct a summary of the experience of being a member of a colonized population as I can give. [3]

A recognizable figure of Buddhism is shown before Liang and Yan move to Hong Kong, in the form of a Buddha statue. Yan is shown in the same frame bowing to it, aligning her with the natives’ religion and again, reinforcing her as a representative of native culture. The next encounter with a religious figure comes in the form of Guan Yin, and if the friend I consulted is not mistaken, it’s possibly the incarnation with 千手千眼 / “The One With A Thousand Arms and Thousand eyes”:

The buddha Amitābha, upon seeing her plight, gave her eleven heads to help her hear the cries of those who are suffering. Upon hearing these cries and comprehending them, Avalokiteśvara attempted to reach out to all those who needed aid, but found that her two arms shattered into pieces. Once more, Amitābha came to her aid and appointed her a thousand arms to let her reach out to those in need. [8]

This statue looks on, and takes up the entire frame as the rapist-governor cries out in pain offscreen while Yan attacks him with her new mechanized strength, her body no longer victimized but newly weaponized, declaring “I could also be terrible”. The Guan Yin statue frames Yan’s act as one of divine retribution – an individual woman’s rebellion that draws strength from a wider colonized peoples and their religion. Though her organic magic had been forcefully amputated and replaced with the colonizer’s inorganic steam tech, the image of Guan Yin suggests that the old culture is not dead, but reborn in a new incarnation, to deliver comeuppance.  

(Personal disclaimer: it is with bitter irony that I must admit my estrangement from these figures – so feel free to add or counter this if you’re more well-informed on the significance of Guan Yin and Buddha here.)

As I’ve mentioned before, Liang’s proficiency in the colonizer’s language of technology functions as a means of his survival, but this same distancing and Othering of him by the colonists keeps him from fully aligning himself with them, and he readily repurposes his mechanical expertise for the antagonistic cause of rebellion, thus engineering not a steam train (weapon of British imperial expansion) but a huli jing (weapon of Chinese folklore and emasculation, albeit the target of emasculation has shifted). The same technology that drove out the magic is now used to empower that folklore.

In these acts of re-configuration, I see an endeavour to visualize how a threatened culture can survive and thrive in the future. Creators like Ytasha Womack emphasize how the S/F genre of Afrofuturism (emphasis on “future”) is necessary for black persons to imagine a future with themselves in it, to provide a vision of empowerment, possibility, and survival [9]. Good Hunting’s narrative, though more of an alternate history, similarly offers a positive possibility in which Chinese culture and mythology is not smothered by colonialism and technological change, but adapted to it:

The old magic was back but changed: not fur and flesh, but metal and fire. [2]

I would also tentatively speculate that perhaps this narrative of colonized man allying himself to empower colonized woman is also driven by an impulse (maybe underlying, at the level of the subconscious) to quell male anxieties of colonial domination and complicity in female subjugation – to re-imagine a history where the figure of the Chinese male is less of a passively helpless witness to sexual abuse, to his country’s subjugation, but an active agent able to empower her. In other words, it could be a case of ‘fantasy as coping mechanism for trauma’ – re-imagining the outcomes of a traumatic past such that the victim-survivor overcomes his abuser (in this case, I see it coming from a male perspective).

Finally, I think this ‘weaponizing the colonizer’s own tools against him’ works on a metafictional level as well: the English language has long been the medium and weapon of English / white supremacy. See Macaulay’s minute on education in which he basically appeals for Indian colonial subjects to be educated in Eng to transmit British ideas, modes of thinking, systems of thought [10]. English language and literature works to naturalize anglo-imperialist modes of reasoning, to colonize the imagination. I like to think that for Chinese-American Ken Liu to tell this story in English is a re-purposing of the language to bite back at the colonizer. And if we regard the steampunk trope as a playful British fantasy of Victorian-era aesthetics, Liu’s re-fashioning and appropriation of the trope – to infuse it with a tale of colonial vengeance – is akin to Liang and Yan’s appropriation of the colonizer’s own weapons. Liu’s act of writing Good Hunting may be exemplary of how “the empire writes back with a vengeance”, to quote Salman Rushdie [11].

Personal evaluations on adapting text to film

I find that the animated adaptation has a heavier “male gaze”, a term coined by film critic Laura Mulvey: mainstream cinema is a product of patriarchal institution, and most films assume the perspective of a male, while the female is configured onscreen as erotic object [12]. To borrow Linda Williams’ words, “the bodies of women figures on the screen have functioned traditionally as the primary embodiments of pleasure, fear, and pain” [13]. The animated adaptation appears more explicit in its spectacles of female nudity and victimhood, evident in the shots panning up Yan’s legs as a harasser raises a cane to lift her dress; over her struggling, restrained, unclothed body; and over her face contorted in fear and disgust. I’ve wondered if this is necessitated because the showrunners need to show her ordeal whereas the writer only need tell it – in film, we do not get to hear her recount of suffering and survival as much as we see it. Yet, I’m fairly convinced the perspective has a focus that deliberately eyes the female form for sexual gratification –  exemplified by shots of her glutes, bust, and unnecessarily bared breasts.  

Science fiction, steampunk and machination has high visual appeal; they delight and enthrall as visual spectacles. It is unfortunate when narratives that indulge and play with such spectacular concepts remain coloured by patriarchal desires, and become so heavily infused with the sexual indulgence in disempowered women. This conventional fanboy approach to steampunk / SF – the entitlement to consuming fantastical tech and women –  almost repeats the desires of the European colonizer-rapist that Good Hunting condemns: 

In a city filled with chrome and brass and clanging and hissing, desires became confused” [2]. 

It is my personal conviction that the adaptation somewhat diminishes (but doesn’t erase!) the anti-colonial impact of the original text through its lapses into the impulse to consume the colonized woman’s body – the same impulse that the text works so hard to undo. So, as much as I enjoyed this and most other episode of LDR (because as a series, it’s not that much different from other mainstream depictions of women i.e. I’m sensitized and used to it), it would’ve benefited greatly from a purposeful questioning of, and distancing from, the mainstream male perspectives of science fiction.

Concluding Remarks

Even with these shortcomings, Good Hunting is undoubtedly rich in cultural meaning and purposefully, powerfully anti-colonial. It is vital to acknowledge its value in destabilizing colonial mindsets and tropes, instead of shallowly and reflexively dismissing its whole narrative for containing sexual and racial violence, and how it doesn’t comfortably fit into contemporary, widely-accepted, Western expectations of ‘girl power’.

Ken Liu’s text does not bemoan the victimization of Chinese culture in the post-Opium War period of colonization, but re-configures, upgrades, modernizes, adapts the old magic to its new technological environment, with the stubborn anti-colonial tenacity for continued cultural survival.

References:

1. “Good Hunting”, Love, Death & Robots, Netflix

2. Ken Liu, “Good Hunting”, 2012

3. Ken Liu, Story Notes: “Good Hunting” in Strange Horizons, 2012

4. Science and Technology: Transport: Railways - The British Empire

5. Frantz Fanon, “Algeria Unveiled”, A Dying Colonialism, 1965

6. Homi Bhabha, “Of Mimicry and Man: The Ambivalence of Colonial Discourse”, 1984

7. Fredric Jameson, “Third-World Literature in the Era of Multinational Capitalism”, 1986

8. Wikipedia, “Guanyin and the Thousand Arms”

9. Steven W Thrasher, “Afrofuturism: reimagining science and the future from a black perspective”, 2015

10. Thomas Babington Macaulay, “Minute on Education”, 1835

11. Salman Rushdie, “The empire writes back with a vengeance”, 1982

12. Laura Mulvey, “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”, 1975

13. Linda Williams, “Film Bodies: Gender, Genre, and Excess, 1991

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Ready to Leap (4)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut anticipated. Chapters 1-3 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language and implied sexual situations. ALSO SOME KILLER FUCKING DIALOGUE; I LITERALLY HIGH-FIVED MYSELF A FEW TIMES (I looked like a goddamn seal). Lesson of the day: it’s important to notice your strengths and validate them.

Word count: 4.2k. Also, I tried some new formatting with the internal thoughts; honestly I was just too lazy to italicize them in the first three chapters but if y’all have a preference just lmk. I don’t think I love it but I’ll do what you want.

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“MS. MILTON. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HEARD?” You wince at Jessica’s volume.

“Too early to be so loud Jess. We’re in 1st block and you’re at 3rd block volume.”

“I HEARD THAT YOU AND MR. URIE WERE MAKING OUT ON THE MARCHING BAND FIELD YESTERDAY.”

“That’s not true,” Caroline argues from across the room. “They kissed but they weren’t making out.”

“Well, I heard they hooked up.” You can’t tell who that is. Probably Eric.

Caroline comes to your defense. “No, you guys, they only kissed!”

“No, they definitely hooked up.” Brian smirks from the back row. “I saw it.”

You’re done with this. “Everyone.” They freeze at the tone of your voice. You never raise it; you don’t have to. “First, all of you are wrong. I brought him a water bottle. Second, consider your environment. This is a classroom and a place of learning. Respect it as such. Your current topic is inappropriate.” You’re calm and you look at everyone in their desks. “I don’t want to hear anything else about it, understood?”

“I’m just saying Ms. Milton, no one would judge you. He’s so sexy.”

“Jessica!” That’s Caroline. Bless her.

“I mean have you seen his face?” Anna is joining in now. “And his butt? Lord!”

“Anna!” Caroline is probably planning to become a teacher. Or a nun. You’re not sure which.

“He’s super hot Ms. Milton, you should get it.”

“Beth!”

“Ladies! What did I just say?” You’re annoyed now. They can tell. They turn back to face you, chagrin clear on their faces. “I’ll ask again. Am I understood when I say I don’t want to hear anything else about it?” The entire class nods. “Good. Moving on. We’re going back to Beowulf, Canto 11. Brian, you’re up first.” A groan from the back. “You had plenty to say about me, I want to hear what you have to say about Grendel in Canto 11. Don’t make me ask again.” Your voice is level but they can hear the restraint. Everyone, including Brian, knows better than to fuck with you right now.

The rest of class goes much more smoothly, and you feel your shoulders drop. The bell rings. Maybe second block won’t be so - ah, shit. “Ms. Milton, do you know what they’re saying about you and Mr. Urie?” Emily’s eyes are wild and she’s come flying into the room with Stacy and Josh, two other band kids, right behind her. You hold up both hands, hoping to cut her off but it’s no use. “They’re saying you KISSED.”

You laugh. “Oh, is that the worst you’ve heard?” Her jaw drops and you continue. “You three were there and you saw that nothing happened. Don’t let what other people say bother you. I’m fine.” You smile reassuringly and Stacy looks unsure. “Really.”

“Well. If anything did happen -” Stacy starts, and Josh cuts her off.

“The band leadership board supports it.” You act quickly and stifle your laughter. Maybe the worst is a twitch of your lips. Good to know you have their blessing. “After you left, Mr. Urie let us go home 15 minutes early. He’s never done that.” Josh looks impressed.

Hope he went home to take a cold shower after that eyefucking you gave him; you know you did, that white shirt plastered to his chest with sweat had you all - BRAIN. FUCK. Knock it off. “Well, thank you guys. That’s kind of you. I’m sure I had nothing to do with you getting to leave early; you probably earned that with your hard work.” The three of them look at each other and it’s clear they don’t believe you. “Anyway.” You make eye contact with each of them. “If the class isn’t quiet during SSR because they’re discussing this rumor, you three are going to shut it down, yes?” They all nod eagerly. “Good. Thank you.”

There’s some chatter, but the three of them and a few other band kids in your second block quell the gossip and you transition to Beowulf with more ease than first block. You have good students, all in all. The annoying ones don’t ruin it for everyone, and you count yourself lucky.

When the bell rings for third block, you snatch the print-out of the pop quiz you’re giving tomorrow and book it to the copier. You’re feeling lucky; today’s a good day; you’re only going to say nice things to the stupid fucki-...hardworking and tired machine. You round the corner and the juxtaposition of your emotions is harsh. On one hand, Brendon’s back is to you. On the other, he’s writing a sign that says “Out of Order” and taping it to the stupid fucking bitch machine. It’s like your heart went on Tower of Terror. Yanked up, then sent crashing down. Fuck.

“Nooooooo,” you moan, sliding to the floor. He turns, sees you, and smiles wanly.

“I’ve done my best and I can’t get it. I let Jess in the main office know, so hopefully we’ll get a repair guy out here later this afternoon.”

“In time for me to make copies of a pop quiz I’m giving tomorrow?” You look desperate. Copy machines in this school are on strike, if Brendon can’t get this one to work and the repair guy doesn’t come, you’re fucked. He shrugs and offers you a hand.

“Come with me.” You take it and let yourself be pulled to your feet.

“Brendon, cookies won’t fix this.” He grins and shakes his head.

“I have something better than cookies.” You gasp playfully but you follow him back to his office inside the band room. “I have this.” He points to the corner and you turn to him in awe. And then, you’re annoyed.

“You jerk!” You hit his chest lightly. “You’ve been hiding your own copy machine?” He grins and catches your wrist.

“I’ve been saving the public copy machine and saving you time by not making you walk all the way here to me.” You consider this. “It’s for all of the sheet music I have to print. The school didn’t want me holding people up by using teacher’s lounge copiers, so this was a gift from the Band Boosters. You’re welcome to it for as long as you need.”

“This walk isn’t bad. I’d walk a lot farther to get to you.” Fuck. That was out loud. You walk briskly to the machine and start running copies, your head down, praying the comment will go over his head.

He makes a thoughtful sound and says nothing else for a moment. Then, out of nowhere: “You’re wearing pants today.” You give him a weird look over your shoulder. “You can climb the tower this afternoon then. I mean,” you glance again when he pauses and he looks almost nervous. “If you don’t have anything better to do.”

You turn fully, leaning back against the machine. “It’s a Tuesday. What else could I possibly have to do?” He shrugs and you just want to go hug him, he’s blushing and he looks so insecure right now.

“I don’t know, I mean, maybe you’ve got plans with some-”

You cut him off. “I don’t have any plans. With anyone except for you now. I’ll be there.” He breaks out into a smile and the confidence is back. He eyes your outfit and tells you you look good. Your turn to blush. “It’s different. I mean, I am just so used to the skirts…” you trail off, running a finger over the pattern on your ankle pants.

He shrugs. “You look great all of the time. I mean...the students say so. Someone joked you’d win Best Dressed for the senior superlatives.” He grins. “And yeah, it’s a departure from your normal look, but it’s not a bad one by any means.” You’re not sure what to say.

“Thanks.” You collect the copies and look at him and the door. “Any other secret food-based missions we’re going on today?”

He shrugs. “Nothing on my calendar.” Your eyes meet and you blush again. Why are you like this? It’s never been weird before. Those stupid rumors.

“Have you heard th-”

He interrupts you. “The rumors that we kissed and/or made out and/or had sex on the marching field yesterday?” You feel your shoulders drop and you exhale. “Yeah I have.” He looks up at you and grins. “I’d like to think the two of us have a little more class than to go at it on the field.”

You laugh, and the tension is broken. “It’s like they don’t know us at all.”

He stands, stretching. “Exactly. Come on Milton, let’s go get a cookie.”

Turns out there’s a fridge in the student council room too, and you both audibly gasp with glee when you see the carton of 2% milk. You turn to him, looking conflicted, holding a ten dollar bill in your hands. “It’s only Tuesday. Debbie will notice before Friday that they’re running low, right?”

He nods seriously. “She comes in here every day during 4th block. We’ll be fine.” You tuck the ten under the coffee pot and look at him expectantly. He looks back. “Am I making the cookies?” He seems amused when you nod. “Y/n, you know they’re not really better because I dropped the hunks of frozen dough onto the hot surface, and you didn’t, right?”

You shrug, filling two mugs with milk. “But why risk it?” He laughs at your serious expression and gives in, dropping the dough and setting the timer.

“Alright Milton, spill.” You look dubiously from him to the mug of milk in your hands and he rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant. You know,” he nudges your hand with his mug lightly, “your story. It’s been a whole two weeks and I know your name, what you teach, your age, you’re single, and your favorite movie. And,” he grins, “sometimes you disappear on me. I look over and you’re just staring into space.”

You blush. Oh, I could tell you where I’m at, all you have to do is ask. Shut. Up. Brain. “I’m not great with giant vague topics. What do you want to know?”

“Well, I know this isn’t your first year teaching. Where were you before this? What brought you here?”

You look up at him through lowered lashes. “I killed a man.” You can tell from his eyes he doesn’t know whether to believe you or not and you burst out laughing. “Dang Urie, they did a background check on both of us to get hired, remember?” He nudges you again and you fold. “I taught in Texas for 5 years. I grew up there. My parents died when I was 10 and my grandma passed in early February two years ago. Couldn’t stand to be in the area so I moved from Austin to Amarillo. So when my ex from Austin showed up, I did what I do best.” You give him a rueful smile. “I ran.” He is looking at you so softly and you feel the need to comfort him. “I mean. He wasn’t abusive or anything like that. It was just a messy end and he wanted to get back together and I couldn’t - well, wouldn’t. I respect myself too much.” He gives you an encouraging smile. “But he didn’t like hearing ‘no,’ and kept showing up and I just got tired of it. So I called my best friend, she came from Austin, and we starting packing up my apartment. I gave my notice of not continuing my lease, declined to renew my contract, and I sent out my teaching resume, said I’d move really anywhere, and liked y’all the best. So here I am. New start.” He nods slowly, considering this. “What about you? How did Mr. Brendon Urie end up in glamorous Putnam, Connecticut? I know you’re not from here; Tracy in the English department knows everyone and everything from Putnam and she’s got nothing on you except you’ve been here for five years. Hermit.” You point at him playfully.

He shrugs. “I’m a west coast transplant too. Napa Valley, born and raised. Just got tired of it, I guess. Did the same thing as you; except I’ve done all five years here. Got my teaching license and sent out the resume nationally.”

You look at him in disbelief. “You got tired of Napa Valley, where the air smells like wine and the sun is shining almost all the time?” He shrugs again, meeting your gaze. He certainly doesn’t look like he’s got anything to hide. “Okay then.” You nod decisively.

He glances at his watch. “I don’t want to steal all of your planning period. Mine is really a break; we have band after this, so my prep work is minimal. You have to teach.” He looks cautious and you wave away his concerns.

“I’m an insomniac and I’m here when the building opens at 5. I’m super productive in the morning so this is also my break.” He relaxes a little.

“Next question.” He pauses. “I’m going back over the annoying ones your kids asked. Uh. Where do you get your clothes?” He grins. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like someone’s daydream from 1950. You know, the pencil skirts, the sheath dresses...”

You laugh. “That’s the best one I’ve heard yet. My best friend, the one who helped me pack, is a seamstress and she works for the performing arts center in Austin. We both have a very particular style, so she’s made all of my skirts and dresses. The tops and pants are from wherever.” He looks impressed.

“That’s really cool.” He thinks for a moment. “What music do you like?”

You consider. “I’ll really listen to anything. I like most everything, but give the choice, I’ll usually go with some form of alternative pop/rock. Oh, and showtunes. I’m a huge Broadway nerd. Being so much closer to the city is amazing. 3 hours in the car is nothing.”

He nods. “I love Broadway. Do you have a favorite show?”

You groan. “That’s like asking me to pick a favorite child.”

“Wait, do you have kids?”

“Nope. Unless you count the 73 I see on a daily basis.” You grin at him. “Favorite show...favorite show. Uhm. I relate so much to If/Then, but I also love Next to Normal. Fuck, I can’t choose. That creative team is so talented.” You must really look distressed because he places his hand over yours and you shiver at the contact.

“You don’t have to choose a favorite. I’ve seen both of those and they are incredible.” You return the question to him and he thinks for a moment. “Of the classics...probably RENT. Of the contemporaries...Maybe Book of Mormon?” You nod approvingly and he checks his watch again. “We’ve got time for one more if we want to sneak out between lunches. Speaking of lunch, what’s your favorite food?”

“Again, favorite child scenario. I love all food.” You grin and pop the last bite of cookie in your mouth. He laughs and stands up. “And yours?”

He smiles. “Same answer but I’m going to attempt partial credit and give you a restaurant suggestion. The Stomping Ground on Main Street if you haven’t been already. So fucking good.” He extends a hand and you take it, rising to your feet and you leave the room. You stealthily move from the front of the cafeteria to the back, though stealth might not be necessary since the cafeteria is empty except for staff, and you slip through the arts hall door. You pause at his room and he gives you that crooked smile that makes you warm all over.

“I’ll see you later Milton. Practice starts at 4:30 and we’re done at 7:30. Glad you wore pants so I can get you on my tower.” He gives you a quick wink and then he’s disappearing into the room. You’re certain you’re blushing. He knew what he was doing that time. He had to have known.

The fourth block gossip circuit isn’t as bad and yet, in some ways it’s worse. There aren’t any band kids in this class, so no one has even somewhat accurate stories by this point in the day. As a result, the stories are so outrageous, even the students repeating them don’t seem to believe it. They do seem to like Beowulf though.

The bell rings and it’s 3:35 and they’re flying out the door. You’ve officially got an hour til marching band practice starts and that might be just enough time when you factor in traffic.

You end up being exactly right; you’re pulling in beside what you assume is Brendon’s car and it’s, according to your car, 4:20. You open the door, muttering “blaze it” to yourself and grab the cooler from the backseat. You wore shoes with more traction this time so getting down the hill and dragging the cooler isn’t half as bad as yesterday.

He meets you at the base of the tower. “What’s all this?” He looks behind you at the cooler and back at you. “You look great by the way.”

You give him a weird look. “I literally haven’t changed since you saw me two and half hours ago…you on the other hand…” he’s changed into something similar to yesterday’s outfit and he shrugs, either not noticing or reacting to your appreciative glance.

“Thought you should hear it again. What’s in the cooler?”

You smile and bite your lip, feeling the blush creep up your face. His question finally processes. “Oh. I brought you water yesterday so I brought them water today. And snacks! For when they’re done for the day of course.” He looks so happy. It’s a small band, maybe fifty students tops, so this wasn’t a big deal - two packs of water, a bag of ice, and two variety packs of granola bars. You tell him this and he shakes his head.

“No, it is a big deal. I appreciate it. So much.” If you could capture the look on his face right now, you’d look at it every day for the rest of your life.

“It’s the least I can do since I’m hijacking your copier for the foreseeable future. The repair guy didn’t come today.”

He pretends to look annoyed. “Oh no, you’ll be coming to see me all the time and I’ll have to talk to you. Gross.”

You laugh. “I’m not coming for you, Urie,” fuck; phrasing, do better brain, and this time it’s a serious fuck-up because he smirked and raised one eyebrow - fuck fuck fuck. “I’m coming to see that copier of yours.”

“You’ve wounded me. I’ll never recover.” He looks around. Marissa is the only student even remotely nearby; everyone else is unpacking their instruments and talking to others. You can tell she’s waiting for instructions. “Marissa, please start the group warmups. I want the trumpets at least 20% louder, let them know, please. You can use your judgement with the others. Listen closely and remember what we talked about in identifying the ones who are sharp and who are flat. Now go get’em.” She nods eagerly and he sends her off with an encouraging smile. He turns to you. “She’s an excellent drum major and a very gifted flutist. She’s only a junior, so she’s got time, but she’s looking at Berklee in Boston, Juilliard, and Oberlin. I think she’s gonna get in at all of them but I’m biased.” He grins and shakes his head a little. “Sorry. I’m bragging. Let’s get up there. After you.”

You turn to give him a playful grin. “Trying to get a good view, Urie?” Oh, you are shameless.

“No!” He looks horrified. “Honestly, it’s a safety thing. I don’t want you to slip and fall without anyone to catch you.”

“Oh. Well thank you in advance for catching me. I’m accident-prone and I will fall.” You are sure you look embarrassed, not considering the safety of it and saying what you said out loud.

He smirks. “Well I’ll catch you as needed. Also the view thing might also be true, yeah.” You’re laughing as you climb the ladder and he scampers up behind you, sunglasses in place and an extra pair you hadn’t noticed before tucked in his shirt collar. “Here you go.” He hands the other pair to you. “It can get kind of bright when the sun starts to set, if that makes sense.” You nod and accept them gratefully. “Now Ms. Milton.” You look up at him and he looks very serious. “I’d like for you to listen to the trumpets and give me some feedback, and then I want your general opinion on the show.”

“I think I can do that.” Just as the words leave your mouth, the warmups start and as promised, Marissa has the trumpets louder. You smile appreciatively and nod as they run through their scales. “They have a lovely tone. You’ve got one or two who are sharp.” You both wait and Marissa, without hearing you, gives the same feedback. It isn’t long before the show is starting and you’re honestly blown away. You’re leaning slightly over the edge to watch, and your jaw is dropped. Eyes wide, you turn to him excitedly, hitting his arm repeatedly. “Did you see that?!” He grins and nods. The band transitioned seamlessly from interwoven triangles to a full company forward march and it was stunning - you’d never seen it done that well before. “Brendon, this music!” Your eyes are welling up. The show is called Heroes and Villains and what started with a jazzy Superman theme and a riff on The Incredibles has been a wild ride; you’ve just been transported from a full-band, raging interpretation of Dies Irae with something you can’t quite place before it to a soft, lone trumpet playing Taps. “This is gorgeous. Really.” He smiles softly.

“Do you really think so?” You look at him in surprise.

“Uh, yes! It’s amazing!” His smile gets a little bigger but he tries to contain it. It dawns on you. “Did you do this arrangement?” He just looks at you, beaming, and you poke him in the side. “Brendon I don’t know your middle name Urie, did you do this arrangement?” When he nods, you shriek. “Brendon! Damn you for being both so talented and attractive it’s not fair! This is truly incredible, really.”

He grins at you. “You said I’m attractive.” You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. You did say that. Fuck. You wave a hand in front of his face.

“Focus on what’s important here, Urie.” He nods and grabs his megaphone.

“Sounded great everyone. Pack up and enjoy your Tuesday night. Make good choices. Ms. Milton brought water bottles and snacks for you, so grab something on the way out.”

You and Marissa are both staring at him. “Mr. Urie it’s 4:50...we only warmed up and ran it once…” her voice is cautious like she wants her Tuesday night but also doesn’t want to risk her Superior ranking at State. Everyone else meanwhile is either packing up or already packed and flying up the hill.

He beams down at her and drops the megaphone. “And it sounded great. You did wonderfully. Now call that guy you like, Jason or Justin or whatever and let him know you’re free.” She’s gaping at him and he just grins and makes a shooing gesture. “Go on. Text him if you must but make contact. Go go go.” The teenage girl in Marissa’s brain takes over and she’s off the podium, stuffing things in her bag, and racing toward the parking lot. You turn to head down the ladder and he stops you with a grin. “I set them free, not you.” You shiver a little, enthralled. Okay. You’ll bite.

“Fair enough. Okay, first of all, that opening with Superman as a jazz rendition was so fucking cool and it blended into The Incred-what are you doing?” He’s got one hand on your waist and he’s drawing you closer, eyes blazing.

“Focusing on what’s important.” And his lips are on yours and you’re pretty sure this is real. You moan and arch into the kiss, reaching a hand up to get his hat off so you can run a hand through his hair, pulling gently. He gasps into your mouth and his teeth tug at your lower lip, the hand on your waist bringing you closer still.

“God, Urie,” you sigh against his lips and he pauses, using his other hand to cup your face.

“Yes, Milton?”

“Oh thank god. This is real.” You kiss him again, flicking your tongue out over his and when he responds eagerly, really exploring your mouth, you feel your knees start to buckle. You cling to his shirt and he tightens his hand on your waist, wrapping his arm around you now and holding you up and against him. “Told you I’d fall.” You whisper this and he smiles down at you.

“Told you I’d catch you.”

[yourjughead]

Legacy Part.6

Jugheadxreader

Warnings: Long, Swearing, mentions of violence and blood (essentially just the initiation scene) and sin...so much sin (it's been awhile)

A/N: please enjoy and send your feedback! I'm in the process of writing another Sweet Pea fic since you all seem to like that so much! I'm very unceratain about making a part 7, very tempted to be cruel and leave it on a cliffhanger hahaha

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Jugheads POV

“Nope, no Jughead,no, you're not allowed, nope, no” she was still telling me no when we met up the following day at the Southside’ answer to Pop’, Mamas. I just laugh in return, her face still serious.

“Ah come on yn, how bad can it be?”

“Well its not what i would like to spend my Saturday doing”

“Well i have to do it, I’m done being known as Legacy”

“You should be proud of that title, it means your family worked hard enough for the Serpents that you and your kids are set for life”

“Hah don't think my kids will be in the Serpents”

“Why not?” her tone was testing. Oh god.

“Umm”

“See this is another reason why you shouldn't do the Initiation. You can’t be half a Serpent, you can't be a serpent when it suits you. You're either with us or against us and I’m not sure how long the gang will tolerate you sitting on the fence before they push you off it”

I looked up at her sincere, beautiful eyes, eyes I find myself falling for more every time i see them.

“Jug, I don't know how long I can tolerate it, the Serpents are my blood and my bond” her eyes saddened then.

“So you do want me to do the Initiation?”

“I want you to get off the fence...take that however you want” she slid out of the booth and headed out. Always one for the dramatics, still her words struck me. It's time to get off the fence, it's time to become a Serpent.

I decided I’d try to keep it from yn for as long as possible, it’d be a nice surprise. I asked Toni to tutor me for the week leading up to my tests, it involved a lot of shouting and a very serious Toni. She had agreed to keep my decision to herself and from yn, which I knew she hated deeply.  

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With the addition of a new family dog, rules learned and screamed and a new snake bite decorating my hand, I was almost there and had just the last bit to go. It was grueling but as everyone liked to remind me, not a grueling as the next part.

Rain hit me along with a number of Juniors. Blow after blow was dealt to me as I walked through the trench of Serpents. Pain aching throughout was nothing compared to the pain of the one single, brass knuckled, punch gifted to me by Sweet Pea. Just when I thought we could be friends.

Knocked clean to the floor, I was ready to give up. Then i saw YNs dad, the reigning leader, look at me on the ground from the sidelines. This is not how he's going to see me, this is not how I want yn to hear how this went. I pushed myself off the ground, my blood swirling with the dirt, already injured shoulder throbbing. I came shoulder to shoulder with Sweet Pea. He simply held out a hand that I took and I knew it was over. Toni smiled at me, holding out the infamous leather jacket.  I took it from her gingerly and put it on over my blood tainted vest.

“Hmm, FP Jr. lives up to his father's reputation” i hear the familiar sound of YNs dads brash tone. I nod in his direction, afraid to speak incase I say the wrong thing and get shot...again. Wow I’m having a great year.

“Welcome to the Serpents kid” he said before turning and heading off in the direction of the Whyte Wyrm, followed closely by a gaggle of gang members.

“Wow YDN never comes to initiations...then again it's not often we initiate a Legacy, especially one belonging to the infamous FP Jones” Fangs looks me up and down.

“Welcome to the family Leag-Jughead” Sweet Pea smirks. He definitely loved punching me but I think I've gained more of his respect.

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3rd Person

“Hey YN” Yn dropped the bat she held as she answered her trailer door, a hand going to her mouth and the other gently to my swollen eye.

“Oh my god, who do we need to kill?” her eyes were wide, matching my grin.

“Sweet Pea”

“Sweet Pea?!” she leaned down and caught her bat again, ready to bury it in Sweet Peas head I assume. I chuckled lightly, finding the action adorable. I think it showed me how much she cared, she was willing to bludgeon her second.

“Woah steady on there Joe DiMaggio” ((I don't know baseball, it's not a thing in Ireland soo sorry diehards)) I laughed, taking the bat from her hand and stepping inside.

Her trailer was not what I had expected, and I think my intense inspection made her nervous. Felt nice not to be the nervous one for once.

“Your dad doesn't live here?” I looked around the trailer with the same layout as my own.

“No, I live by myself, the trailer was a present for my birthday two years ago. Every leader needs an office after all” she teased before going into the kitchen to get a bag of frozen peas and a first aid kit destined for me while I sat on the couch.

“So emm what happened? Why’d Sweet Pea hit you...and why can’t I hit him?” she sat cross legged next to me, taking a close look at my injuries.

“Because I got off the fence”

“What” she laughed in confusion, touching my swollen eye delicately again. I flinched slightly but didn’t completely pull from her. I want to be this close, if not closer, to her always.

“Well, I have a new pet dog and a snake kissed my wrist” I smirked.

“What” she laughed while cleaning a cut on my cheek. It stung like a bitch but I wasn't about to let her see that.

“I know it stings like a bitch Jug no need to hide it” i chuckle lightly at her.

“Trying to come off as tough as possible now that I’m a full Serpent” her hand dropped from my face and she looked at me confused.

“You didn't…” she raised a brow

“I did”  “Jug...”  “I thought you'd be happy? I got off the fence like you wanted!”

“Jug..”

“Is that not what you wanted?!”

“Jug stop talking” I was about to disobey when she reached and connect her lips to mine.

3rd Person

You pushed Jughead back further on the couch until you were straddling him, both meeting in hungry, lustful kisses. Jugheads hands gripped your hips as you ran your fingers through  his hair. He groaned slightly under you at the sensation of you tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

“Jug, Bed. Now” you could just about manage between kisses, he nodded quickly before pulling you back in again, desperate for the electricity you supplied to him. You stood up, Jughead still connected to you as you pulled him into your room after stopping along the way to be pressed against the door frame.

Taking charge of the situation, as leaders should, you pushed him backwards onto the bed. You climbed on top of him again, pushing down on him slightly to feel the sweet friction again. The feeling of his hardness against you was driving you both crazy. Jughead pushed your head up to get more access to your neck, biting and sucking, littering your skin with dark purple marks. You pulled your shirt over your head and let jughead nip at your chest.

“Careful Jug, I’ll help you” you carefully pulled jugheads jacket off and then his shirt came over his head to reveal a white medical plaster ((band-aid etc)) covering his war wound.

“You got shot for me”

“Yeah”

“You joined the Serpents for me”

“Yeah”

“Ive done nothing for you”

“You let me get to know you....you noticed me and that is worth much more than a bullet” he pulled you down again before unclipping your bra and throwing it in any which direction. You pulled his jeans down and ran your hand along his member causing him to groan.

“My turn to be leader yn, take a break” he flipped you quickly but carefully as to not hurt his shoulder. He pulled your jeans from you and you dug your nails into his back.

“Are you sure yn?” you handed him a condom

“Yes Jug, please” he slipped it on with your encouragement and he shifted inside of you then and you both let out a whimper. He began to move slowly at first before picking up the pace, causing your back to arch. Jugheads breath hitches as your hips begin to snap together. He returns to your neck as your nails dig deep into his shoulders, your hips now bucking involuntarily. You moan his name as he guides your hips again, you enjoying his control.

“Fuck me yn” he groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. You wrapped your legs around his waist encouraging him to go deeper, faster. He happily obeys as you both are breathless, only moans and one another's names leaving your lips. The band in your stomach began stretching to breaking point.

“Jug I’m so close” “Please come for me yn” the band snapped instantly at the sound of your name on his breathless lips. His hand reached to rub your clit harshly sending you into overdrive, screaming his name. This pushed him over his own edge. His movements became sloppy but still managing to force you into overstimulation, you still riding out your high. He grunted finally, staying in you for a moment longer, riding out his high with you around him.

In a completely breathless state he dropped to your side while you pulled the covers up around you, legs shaking and highs still being enjoyed. You both laid flat on your backs staring at the tin roof.

“Oh my god” you finally sighed before laughing lightly.

“I only had to go through two ambushes, get shot once, adopt a slobbering beast, get shouted at... practically always, get bitten by a snake and then beaten up my multiple guys and have you annoyed with me countless times but finally I got the girl” Jughead laughed

“Wouldn't count your chickens before they hatch”

“Trust me yn, they're fucking hatched” you both started laughing before curling into each other. “So like are you my girlfriend now orrrrrr?” it was a risky enough question.

“I don't know Jughead, I don't really do the relationship thing…”

“Oh” you glance up at his extremely disappointed face as he does his best not to show it.

“I guess there's a first time for everything though…” you smirk hard but it could never match his beaming grin.

“But you have to realise I’m still your leader and what I say goes with regards to the gang and if i feel even slightly confined or smothered, I’m gone.”

“Okay that's fair I guess….girlfriend” you chuckled lightly. Curling into each other again

Jugheads phone buzzed livelily in his discarded jacket pocket alongside the bed. Your red alarm clock shined 1am. The sound of the vibration woke you both. You nodded to reassure him it was okay but when the name Betty glowed into view your stomach turned.

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[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

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Chapter 9: Hurricane Katrina? More Like Hurricane Tortilla!

Wish I were thriving in this whole situation by now but it’s been two weeks of dorming and I want my mommy to make my lunches. But I’m just droning on and counting down the days until I can go home.

-Thursday, Hero class-

“...And since Iida-kun isn’t going to be in the Sports Festival” sensei turned toward me “You may sit out of this activity.”

“Can I go to the dorms?”

“No”

“Can I go to the nurse?”

Sensei sighed stressfully “Sure, but you’re not allowed to leave campus!”

I start to hover myself and my school bag “Yay! Later bitches!” I cried out weakly before leaving to the nurses office. I’ve been meaning to go to the nurse but I’ve just been so swamped with all my school work that I hardly have the time!

“Oh? What brings you to my office Iwata?” asked Nurse Eri when I walked in.

I set myself down and sighed “Honestly, I feel like I’ve been ran over by a bulldozer.”

“Come take a seat here” she points at an empty cot “Have you been sleeping enough? Drinking enough water? Diet changes?”

I think about it as she was taking my temperature “Oh jeez, I haven’t been doing any of those things, my diet has defiantly changed.”

She checks my eyes “You are showing signs of fatigue, hmm” she gets up to get something out of her files “Okay, when was your last depressive episode?”

“Uhhhh, not sure” I wasn’t sure since I’m also losing track of the days “a week ago?”

She scribbled something on her clipboard “Okay...When was the last migraine?”

“Never had a migraine” That I did know, but why that question?

“Good to hear....mood swings?”

“None”

“..Rate your quality of sleep 1-5, 5 being the best.”

“A 2.75, I don’t sleep more than 5 hours a night in a weekday” I added because I know they’d want an elaboration “On weekends I try to sleep more but at best I get 6 hours. Occasionally I get a nap.”

“Is this your dorm sleep schedule?” she asked looking up from her writing.

“Yes, at home I get more sleep.”

She puts her pen into her coat pocket “I have to say that, without going into other parts of this sheet, but it seems like you’re experiencing burn-out.”

I watch her get the head sensors “Burn-out?”

“It happens to everyone but it’s dangerous for telekinesis users” she said flipping on the machine “Instead of dampering your powers, it enhances them at a deadly rate.” The machine starts to blip “It looks like you aren’t in the danger zone yet, thankfully. What’s the biggest stress factor now that you’re away from home?”

I sneered “More like, what isn’t a stress factor!” I paused a moment to think of a serious answer “I’d say the workload. Being in two programs is double the homework and I barely get them done in time. Second would be the whole cooking myself food for the day, AND BEFORE YOU SAY JUST EAT SCHOOL FOOD, I’m picky.”

Eri sighed and put her clipboard down “Look, I’m probably not supposed to say this, but that’s what I was afraid of.” She made sure nobody was in the doorway “You’re the first student in this school that’s doing dual program enrollment and they don’t know how to adjust for your needs.”

That was unexpected “What do you mean?”

“The school is just winging it with your education, BUT with this apparent stress ailment with your quirk, we can lessen your workload and other parts of your daily routine” She explained “They have too.”

“Is it because of my mom?” I asked seeing how that’s usually the case.

“In a way, she was the first telekinesis user to attend this school and her needs alone had the school district change the way they do accommodations” They reached for the clip board “And that’s on top of being a donor and credible alumni, the school bends to her will when she isn’t happy with something. She cares so much about youth in hero education because of her experience.” A smile spread on her face “You know, your mom solved a case that involved my abuser when I was a child. If it wasn’t for her, I’d still be under heavy security and not realize my purpose or go to hero school. She paid for my schooling actually! So I’m incredibly thankful for her, wish she’d let us publicly praise her but she declines. There isn’t enough words or gifts in the world that can express how gracious I am, so the best I can do is serve others like she’d serve them.”

“I didn’t know she did all that for you” I was moved by her words “Did you think that you’d be treating her children?”

She stopped her scribbling “No, I always thought you’d lead different lives. But I guess even she didn’t know that it was going to be like this.”

Leaning back into the cot to rest my head “Mind if I just nap here?”

“You may, I’ll make sure you wake up when school lets out.”

I drift to sleep, but it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. Somehow I got this very vivid nightmare of fire everywhere and this tall figure grabbing me by the neck, chanting ‘We could’ve ruled this place together!’ and every-time was more distorted. The deranged eyes froze me and gasping for air, but then a sound like a gunshot rang out that woke me up. I sat up quickly and checked myself to make sure I was okay and that I just had a nightmare. By then it was after school, so I just left. The whole walk to the dorm had me thinking if I seen that thing in my nightmare. One would remember something so terrifying! Or maybe it’s a prediction and I’m gonna get hit with deja vu later?

“Hey, what do you want for dinner?” ask Beizu as I entered the room “It’s my turn to cook.”

“Oh uhhh hamburg steak?” I answered, taking off my uniform “I believe we have enough meat for everyone.”

“That might actually work” he said, getting up from his bed “What are you going to do?”

I give a sigh “Do homework and try to sleep early for once.”

Beizu left the room and I was left alone with my mountain of work. Upon finishing the easy stuff, I glanced over to the calendar... oh shit, my birthday is this weekend! How could I forget my own birthday?! I’m turning 17. No plans or (lets be real) time to do anything to celebrate. Wack! Wonder what my mom did on that day her 3rd year? It’s a good hour until dinner, I have time to do a little snooping. Beizu did say the cube had improvements done, so here it goes!

The room changes into her candy colored aesthetic, and on a bean bag chair was a young Mr Hitoshi and Mom.

“Mmm Hitoshi~” she softly moaned, eyes closed “I wish you could stay longer.”

“It’s almost lights out” He said checking his phone “I’m sure it won’t be a problem if I’m a little late. I’m getting “tutored” by the prettiest and smartest girl in school~”

“Shut up!” Mom playfully hits him “You flatter me too much.”

“It’s true, don’t blame me that I compliment you every chance I get” He holds her tighter “Everyone wants a piece of you but I feel so blessed that I have the entire world that’s you.”

She turns red and nuzzles herself into his chest “If you say so, I love you.”

“You’re amazing kitty~”

Her expression changed to disappointed “Hitoshi, can you just call me by my name?”

“Hm? You don’t like kitty?” he asked, looking down at his chest 

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just prefer if you’d call me Ita” she looked back at him “Please?”

“Or do you prefer I call you my baby~”

She crinkled her nose “No, just Ita.”

“Aw but I want to call you something special, how about... Love~”

“Ita”

“Babe~”

“Ita”

“My cheeto puff~”

“Creative, but just call me Ita”

“I GOT IT! How about, My world~”

She had enough and just teleported him away. Leaving her slumped on the bean bag chair, she fixed herself so she was sitting properly on it, looking up.

She exhaled “What am I doing?” she said to herself “I wish you’d love me Tenya, I’d be so happy” she closed her eyes “If only I would cross the line and just get the rejection part over with.”

The hologram fizzled out and I was left with those emotions. Mom wasn’t happy with Mr Hitoshi, so why stick it out? I wanted to tell her that my dad does love her and to leave Hitoshi, as if I don’t know the outcome already. She was like me, lost and wanted to get things over with to get to the good part. Wish I had people wanting a piece of me like that, then I’d know who’s interested.

-Fast forward to Summer break-

I’ma keep it real chief, nothing interesting happens because it’s just me suffering for weeks at a time and wondering how I’m not collapsing out of exhaustion. Birthday sucked, sports festival was just quirk olympics, I finally figured out how to use most weaponry and Beizu improved the device so now it has pause and fast forward buttons.

But it’s June, I’m just chillin’ until I have to start training for the showcase. We’re hosting a summer bash and I’m on snack duty! 

“How the hell did my mom navigate around here in the heat?!” I whined, wiping the sweat off my face “And why is the nearest market on the other side of downtown?!”

“Stop your whining! I thought you wanted to go out” Beizu barked at me “Because you wanted to get things ahead of time.”

“Don’t mock me, I know what I said” I groaned as we crossed the street “Come to think of it, I haven’t been here since that one time I was with Gon in drag. Never really got to see everything here.”

“Oh yea huh? That felt like it was last year” he chuckled “but if you can bear the heat a little more, we can look around.”

We visited the candy store aunty Mimi won’t stop raving about. Then to the organic body store my mom gets all of her skin care from. Some other stores that were fairly new but for the most part, from what my mom recalls, most of the downtown area is the same from when she was at UA. We even dropped in the cafe that my parents had their ‘first date’ at...whatever that means.

“I expected this place to be more packed” Beizu pointed at the wall near the register “they pride themselves to be your mom’s favorite and that your dad loves the berry tart from here. They have their pictures up there for crying out loud!”

“I dunno, maybe it’s a slow day today?” I sipped my iced latte “It’s like, 2pm. Pretty sure everyone would be wanting lunch, not cafe sweets.”

Beizu shrugged as he took a sip of his drink “That makes sense...wonder what your parents meant by ‘first date’.”

I chortle “It’s probably something dumb like they so happened to be here at the same time and just hung out” I thought about it more “Or maybe my dad invited her to some coffee just to get to know her better? He did say he liked her way before she realized her feelings.”

“Then would this be a date?” Beizu joked.

“Depends, are you going to ghost me after graduation and later confess your undying love to me on a beach years from now?” I rolled my eyes and laughed “I’m joking, you wouldn’t hold back something like that, not for that long.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, you know what you want and you go for it. If you liked somebody, you’d tell them and not get all flustered. If you wanted something done, you’d do it yourself.” I look at him “You don’t overthink your actions or words, I admire that about you. Wish I could be as confident but I’m just a functioning mess.”

“Iwa, I don’t think you’re a mess” Beizu reassured me “You’re wicked talented and never give up on anything! I could never do dual enrollment, let alone be in A class hero and intel!” He put his hand on mine “And, for what it’s worth, you’re an amazing friend. I can’t think of anyone in the world that could compare, who’d go along with my ideas or go through life’s firsts.”

I look at our hands and turned mine to hold his “If you put it like that, then we’re a team” I squeezed his hand slightly “can’t break a pair if they’re like us.”

He looked away quickly “Hold up, I’m blushing” he cleared his throat “That was cute, what the fuck Iwa.”

“That good? Damn, I should write that one down” I took out my phone to write that down “swear I’m not even trying to be suave!”

“What would you say if you were being suave?” asked Beizu, still coming down from his blushing.

“Well, I guess I would do one of these” I prop my head up with my other hand on the table “Oye amor~ besitos for my one and only, then hit them with one of these.” I brought their hand up to my face for a kiss “Then say, Lets save the intimate kiss for behind closed doors~ I can’t have everyone looking at you when I express my love onto you~”

Beizu was frozen in place, redder than ever “That’s lethal Iwa!” He fanned himself “I feel like I read smut past my bedtime, where did you pick up on that?”

“My mom baby talks to my dad when she wants a kiss” I recall from my youth “He says he doesn’t like the baby talk but he blushes like crazy and gives into temptation to kiss her. Basically my mom takes control with the romantic shit, my dad tries and my mom just goes along with it.”

“I learned that my dad took the lead with the romantic stuff” Beizu added “The device showed the times he’d be tired but still give affection to my mom. He’s such a kiss ass to her” he laughed “Did everything for her around the house, basically a house husband when mom had to go to work on his off days. He even built that swing set in the backyard of my house!” his tone changed “He knew I was in my mom’s tummy before he died, prepped the house and everything even though I was months away from being born. Watching him fix up my room made me feel like he really wanted me and excited to be a dad.” He looked at me “I can only hope that if I become a dad, I’ll experience that same level of excitement.”

“Whatchu mean if you become a dad?!” I hyped “You will be a dad! Of course you will! I can already see them kids with pink hair and twisty bodies running around with toy tools and shit, yelling that they gonna fix things just like daddy.”

Beizu smiled again “You really think so? Will you be there with me?”

“Duh, them kids need friends! I’ll bring my kids and they’ll be friends just like we were” I fantasied, still holding his hand “Can you imagine all those mixed quirks? Our partners are going to hate us for being so chaotic natured! OH imagine if one of our kids marry and making us legally family? How crazy would that be?!”

“I do like the sound of that” Beizu shifted his gaze “Dang this place is starting to get packed!”

I turn around to see the line going out the door “Oh shit, we should zoot then” I got up and felt Beizu’s hand gripping mine “Hmm?”

“Can we hold hands the rest of the way to the market?”

I didn’t think much of this “Sure, but you carry the basket when we get there.”

“Deal” he agreed happily as we left the cafe.

We didn’t take long at the market, I always keep my focus when food shopping. Mom always liked taking me food shopping because I don’t ask for things and remind her to get things like rice and eggs. For being very chaotic natured, grocery shopping is the one thing that I refuse to fuck up! Lili gets distracted and lost in the freezer section, Tensei fights to push the cart and Hanaka will either throw a fit to sit with the food in the cart or will beg for things...after a while, it was just me and mom going food shopping because it was stress free. Thank God that I stuck to those good habits because Beizu is someone that doesn’t check brands before buying something. Wonder if this is how dad feels when things aren’t orderly? Wait, that gives me an idea!

Back at the dorms, I borrow the device and head to Gon’s dorm.

“Iida-kun?! What brings you to my dorm?”

“Gon, I need to borrow your room for like, 20 minutes” I asked up front “I need to check something.”

Gon crossed his arms “Well what’s in it for me?”

“I’ll give you this bag of hot cheetos and Ingenium endorsed canned orange juice” I held out the offer.

“Take as much time as you need!” Gon was wide eyed and took the offer “I’ll be in the commons room, snacking.”

I close the door and lock it, and just in case, I pulled the drapes and stuffed a blanket under the door. I had to see what my dad did when he was denying feelings for my mom. After a few weird moments that I glimpsed into, I finally ran into a scene that made me question things. The date was near the end of the term their 3rd year...

“...I was just wondering if you’d like to come to the carnival?” asked Ita

“...yea let me just get my shoes-” responded Tenya, reaching for their shoes

“Cool! I got my little squad of you, Mimi, Jin, Hitoshi ready to go and-”

“Wait, it’s not just us?”

“Well, no, I wanted to go as a group so I can have one last high school memory with yall before I leave to take my exam in 2 days”

“Then I won’t go if Shinso is going too”

“Why? What’s wrong?” she got suspicious “you’ve been distant lately, did something happen?”

“It’s just that” he tightened his fists “you’ve been hiding things from me like you don’t trust me! How can you call me your friend, chosen family, if you don’t tell me everything?!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“About you and Shinso moving in together!” he raised his voice “do you not trust me with that?”

Now that was some hot tea! Dad raising his voice?! He never got that loud with us, no matter how rowdy we got.

“Well, then maybe we shouldn’t be friends!” he exploded whatever he had pent up.

“Tenya what are you-”

“Put some respect on my name! Last name to address me Palma-san!” he loomed over her with anger in his eyes, clearly not himself.

“Let’s talk this out, please tell me what’s wrong” she pleaded “this isn’t like you and I’m scared, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to be said here!” he turned to finish packing “leave or I’ll throw you out.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong!”

“You’ve always been the disobedient one” he picked her up, opened his door and tossed her out like rag doll before slamming his door closed.

I gasped at the sight of my dad having the audacity to not only yell at my mom but to physically throw her out of the room and slam the door. It made my blood boil in anger, how dare he hurt the one person that loved him?! Over her moving in with Mr Hitoshi?! He could’ve easily confessed to her and solved everything! Why did mom forgive this and still married him? If I were mom, I’d fight back and never talk to him again. The hologram fizzled away and that calmed me down to remember that my dad isn’t like that anymore. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t show anger, this was a bad memory that changed the way he treated my mom. I guess even dad had some traumas under that seemingly perfect image. I put everything back the room was before I left.

“Iida-kun! Where are you going?” asked Kage-san “Come join us for game night!”

“Yea! We could use someone to even out the teams” said Gon, sweating over the hot cheetos “Please? You can bring your friend too.”

“I, uhhh, have to go to my dorm for the day” I held up my phone to go along with my excuse “Class rep has summoned me for kitchen duty.”

They waved me off without further questions, which was relieving because I didn’t want to explain why I was there or what I saw. I ran to my dorm to tell Beizu what I found.

“BEI HOLY FUCK!”

He sat up from his bed “What? What did you see?!”

I explained what I saw “...like, I don’t get it! Mom unknowingly wound up a love triangle where my dad and mom clearly loved each other and better for each other. And my mom didn’t like Mr Hitoshi all that much but still went as far as living with him after graduation!”

“That is quite the drama that your dad started” Beizu pulled up his phone “But check this out, in your dad’s file, about 3 days after that date you saw” He held out his phone to show me “Your dad got into a fist fight during school hours with Mr Hitoshi. And the tea about that is that the school pardoned it because this was their first offense and graduation was a few days away to really have an affect.”

I look intensely at the proof “No way! Dad threw the first punch too?! This was serious business, but why couldn’t anyone say anything?!”

“Maybe it was different times” Beizu locked his phone “They were in this war with that villain group. Your mom probably didn’t want to get in your dad’s way, he did have an image to maintain for his family, and she was just a foreigner. There wasn’t time to admit the truth and she just went with Mr Hitoshi as something more realistic?”

“But this is my mom, she’d never settle!” I flop on the bed “You’d never hide things from me, right?”

“Never” He laid next to me.

“You’d point things out if I’m being dumb right?”

He rested his head on my chest “Of course!”

“Good, just making sure” I put my hand on his head “I’d hate to repeat what my parents did.”

“That won’t happen, I promise” Beizu looked up at me “I’d never leave your side.”

“It’s what I look forward to the most” I smile “a future with you, no matter what happens.”

This little moment calmed me down. Being roommates was the best decision ever!

FAST FORWARD TO THE AGENT DISPLAY....not much happened between, just better mental health and getting my agent license I guess? OH! I got a reduction in workload! If I had training in my agent courses, I don’t have to do hero training unless I feel like I can take on the workload that day. And thats on top of getting weekly homework from the hero course instead of daily work. Thank you mom for being so powerful that the school bends to your will without saying anything!

“Hey you killed it out there Iwa!” cried out the class rep as I took off my visor in the changing room “The spectators were in awe of that little flight trick.”

“Not gonna lie, thought I was gonna fuck it up” I wiped the sweat off me “I’ve been holding in a nasty fart the whole time.”

“Ew should I leave?” She gagged as she back away from me.

“Naw, I farted in the wing on my way here” I admitted “I strongly suggest not going that way.”

“YO I THINK SOMETHING DIED IN THE WING!” screamed one of our classmates that ran in “How are you guys not throwing up?! The smell is awful!”

The class rep narrowed her eyes at me “You disgust me, I came here to ask you out for some boba but you’re just another fart boy!”

“I DIDN’T WANT TO FART DURING MY DISPLAY!” I stressed my logic “I’m less confident when I fart in front of people.”

“It’s true” Beizu said, walking out of the bathroom “But what do I know, I’m just a fart boy, huh Gee-san?!”

“Both of you are disgusting fart boys with pretty faces!” huffed the class rep “I’m leaving to the stands! Formation time is in 10 minutes!” She walked out and started gagging loudly.

Come the stage part, I didn’t place in the top or anything, but I got my agent number! It’s 88, and that’s what everyone is going address me as when I’m in the field. None of my family came to see me but that’s a given, theres some shit going down in the real world. Mom feels bad for not coming but I told her that it was okay. I know how important these cases are for her to solve, plus it sort of feels like the reality of all children of agents and heroes, of course your parent isn’t always going to be there for school events! But back to me, I get swarmed with questions from agencies about my quirks and my other combat skills. It got me excited for this part of the training, the internship! Mom told me that she had a hard time choosing since basically every agency gave her an offer. Wonder if it’s going to be the same for me?

-Monday after the agent display, Homeroom-

“Okay, I’m passing back your offers” announced sensei after taking roll “No pressure, but I’ll need your decision by Thursday morning. Also don’t feel bad about the amount of offers your other classmates get in comparison” He stopped at my desk and plopped a dictionary thick packet “Think of it as having an easier time choosing.”

“Wow, that’s thiccc with three c’s!” Beizu commented “Gonna crack that thing open at lunch?”

“Yuh, I didn’t know that many agencies were in attendance that day” I said, feeling the weight of the packet “Didn’t think I was that impressive.”

I spent most of my free time that day reading through the offers, but one stuck out to me. Before I went to bed, I saw an offer from the agency Deku works at. They gave me the offer on the basis of “The order of Sir Nighteye”....What the fuck does that mean?! I’m gonna take it but do they have to be that cryptic?!

-Chapter 9, End-

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Xiyeon X Male!Reader

( I hope you enjoy this first part Cider Bro! Enjoy)

Summary:Turns out it wasn't a dream and it wasn't hallucinogenic drugs I thought I was on. It was all real.

Mentions of drinking and getting drunk

Please don’t read if you’re innocent, this is smut and mature content, please read other works if you like my fanfiction but, don’t read the smut. Just this is for mature readers and/or over 18 readers.

Part I

Really as anyone knows I like Siyeon she's the girl of my dreams. The one I really want. The one I dream about constantly. But I know the reality will hit one day. And I'll find out she doesn't want me.

But for now I will settle for the daydream in my head. That's enough for me. She's my sister's best friend. My sister definitely approves so she said yes if she does. As long as they get there weekly rants and every Wednesday movie nights and ice cream I agreed, even though knowing we would never happen.

It's not possible for a guy like me to a girl like her. She's beauty, grace, a treasure. While I'm the beast, the fault, the box holding the treasure. You think foe a guy like me to be like this would be stupid you are right.

I sigh walking into my house--we both rent for college--to see her sitting next to Rockelle my sister. I shake my head, go into my room. Not long after there is a knock on my door.

I go over and open it silently and it's my sister. She tells me that there is a party down the street starting in hour and wondering if I wanted to go. I agree knowing Youngjae throws the best parties. And in looking to get drunker than fuck. I'm sorry but I'm ready for it. Sorry to those who actually are nonalcoholic(s) but I'm not even an alcoholic just every few times you need to drink your problems down.

The worst part is she is going. Not that I have anything against her as you know. I just don't want to see her getting shagged like she did last time. That hurt like a little bitch.

Anyways I suppose I should at least not smell like I got out of a gym. I quickly take a shower. Throw on some cologne a nice cream button up some ripped jeans that are light blue, and some black converse.

I walk down and them and we all head out together. We talk as we go down the street yes it is still awkward to be around her. I don't know if it will ever stop maybe it's just my feelings for her.

We get in and I lose both from my sight in about a second. I just shake my head and make my way over to the mini bar. I sit down and start talking to my friend as this guy acts as the bartender and we both ask for a run and coke. And start drinking away.

It's about the my 5th beer and I have finally forgotten my feelings for Siyeon. I get up since my friend left me 3rd beer. To be with this chick I think--Jiyang or was it a guy? I don't recall as I walk around and I see this pretty girl and she asks me if we can go upstairs.

Not thinking straight I go upstairs with her and she pushes me against the wall and starts making put with me. If I'm being honest it was a blackout blur from there.

All I know is the next morning laying next to this beautiful girl. It was then I gained my conscious. I just slept with a girl while I was drunk as my aunt Jisung is when she is drunk.

What who is this? I analyze her face. And I was full on expecting a complete utter stranger. No, far from the truth. It's Siyeon and she is sleeping next to me and were both naked. Should I open heartedly believe this? Or am I on hallucinogenic drugs? You know what we will deal with that when we get there. Let's just go with it and live this. If this is a dream I am going to march right down the steps knowing she stayed over last night and confess full-heartedly. Whether she turns me down or not.

That's when she wakes up and it was adorable. The cutest stretch the blankets falling off of her and oh my god. She has--that' s when she realized I'm there. She throws the covers back onto herself--perfect breast as I was going to say.

I relish in the way her hair moves and then I realize she was talking what could she have possibly said. That's when I hear the words enter my ears, "I'm so sorry for an out last night I took advantage of you because you were drunk. I've loved you for a while and I didn't know how to confess I figured this was the only way I-" the rest don't reach my ears. Your telling me she wanted me this whole time? Wait what. Okay someone either slipped me those hallucinogenic drugs or this is a dream I can't escape and I'm fine with that.

I pinch myself and it's definitely not a dream. So it's the drugs. Yep this can't be real. And I look up at her and she has her head in her hands and she is what I believe still apologizing.

I speak for the first time that morning my voice groggy and I tell her, "You tried to take advantage of me? That doesn't really work when I liked you. Because I was just looking for a release so it was me taking advantage of you as well. So I suppose a truce?"

She looks at me and says, "I want the truce but more than anything I want to be in a relationship with you."

"Okay please let me not be on hallucinogenic drugs because I want you to be telling me this for real and you actually like me."

"I can assure you that I'm real and confessing wait do you?"

"Yes! I fucking okay actually I was going to say that a lot sweeter. But I really do love you and would love to be in that relationship"

"Seriously, so your sister didn't lie when she said you held feelings and I should be the bigger person and confess."

"She was right" with that she kisses my lips. And I feel into sync with her kissing her like my life depended on it. My hands sliding up and down her sides. I feel her skin get goosebumps as I do. I slightly grin as we continue to make out on who’s ever bed this may be.

We let go, panting, our lungs begging for air. I hope she is right that there isn't no hallucinogenic drugs. Shouldn't they have warn out by now? Oh my god I'm right... this is real. This is real.

I grab her face in my hands and just smile at her as she does to me. She lays another kiss on my lips. And I just melt into the kiss she pulls me closer to her. We fall in our place the place where we should be in each other's embrace.

We stop to breath yet again, finding that were grinning like fools. And you know I didn't mind it.

That's when she tells me, "You know I don't remember much of last night would mind showing me how you are in bed." My jaw drops being as I didn't remember a single thing. Was this going too fast? Okay you know what does that even matter? I've--back to my main point.

I pull her slowly onto my lap and I tell her I don't remember how I was like last night. And she says don't worry i just want to see how you usually are. "I'm usually not this nervous" she laughs as do I.

That’s when I realized over the course of kissing at some point my dick decided it was ready to go. I blush as she looks down at my cock. How should we do this? A raging question in the back of my mind, making it’s way to the front of all my other thoughts.

I decide to lift her hips and I slip my hand under her feeling she was slick from how wet she was. I tease her clit with my finger while lifing her to be over my cock. I look at her and she nods, I slowly push her down my cock, making sure she’s comfortable. She lets out a soft moan into my ear. Not realizing I was holding mine back by, biting my lip, harshly. I stop biting my lip and let out a low growl into her ear, and softly thrust into her, not wanting to hurt her. She moans and says softly into my ear, “You’re cock is so big... How did I even fit it last night?” I laugh as does she, can I just tell you how good it feels when a woman laughs around your cock? You don’t want to listen, oh well. It felt like being in a whirl like the best feeling in the world. I can’t even comprehend it.

I whisper in her ear, “You know you take my cock well even if you don’t think it fits.” She grins and I start moving faster, I feel her hips buck against mine meeting my thrust up inside her. Honestly words became less of communication, at this moment. It was just us moaning and by the way she was moaning I think she may have said faster. And I just went with it not being able to distinguish words from moaning anymore. I know I was a moaning mess as she was, trying to reach both of our highs. And I kiss her neck leaving a hickey on it as I thrust into her. Her neck turning red from the place I sucked and nibbled on. She let out a louder moan. And I felt her walls constrict around me I let out a deep moan not expecting it. They release for a second only for them to do it again and I think she said something along the lines of, ‘I’m gonna cum’. And I told her something along the lines of, ‘Cum for baby’ and she did. She came hard and I let out a moan cumming as well. I realize I didn’t put a condom on last night or this morning and she sees my look of fear. And tells me that she’s on pills and not to worry. She slowly slips off my cock after I ride out our highs.

She lays beside me and I kiss her forehead and she tells me, “That was amazing...” “It was, thank you.”

“Thank you as well” and we fall asleep from the fatigue sex gave us. Just before we did we luckily managed to get in the blankets. 

Once, we had woken up got dressed we went back to my sister and I’s rented house. And my sister exclaims a ‘finally!’ at the both of us as we enter. And sighs and says, “I’ll be leaving so do whatever you want. Just finish before I get home.” Siyeon blushed as I let out a light chuckle my cheeks flushing as well.

[euphoric-moments01]

Mine

Title: Mine (M)

Pairing : Namjoon x Jin

Genre: Smut and fluff

Word count: 2248

Warnings: Slight bondage, language.

Start date : Last december

End date : 01 / 03 / 17

A/N : I really want to apologise to those who are still waiting for their story. I am truly sorry and I am not getting my shit together so writing is really difficult with so many things up my ass :’) I will still continue to write and I still hope to be able to post more often but life has to be a bitch to me. But I hope you guys will enjoy this lil piece. Do comment if yall have any ideas or send me anything or requests :)

Jin's pov

I toss around in bed restlessly and yawn. Shivering, I wrap myself up tighter in the fluffy duvet attempting to warm myself up as much as possible. I smile, deciding on just snuggling up against Namjoon for heat. He has always been my personal heater anyways. This doesn't feel right. My hands wander around curiously. I pull down my sleeping eye mask, my eyes shoot wide open once I realize it isn't Namjoon at all.

My suspicions are confirmed when I see an idle pillow in place of him. Looking at the clock, I scratch my head and let out a frustrated sigh. It’s only 2 in the morning and I’m already wide awake. Getting out of bed, I make my way out. I intend to turn up the heater and look for Namjoon. I scurry down the overwhelmingly dark and eerie hallway, my phone’s torchlight being the only little source of light I have. My heart stops when I hear some rustling. My head slowly turns toward the sound. I bring my shaky hands to my quivering lips to prevent myself from screaming. A tall figure is standing at the Christmas tree. Crouching behind the leather couch, I continue to watch from afar. Irrational thoughts fill my head.

Is he planting bombs under the tree? What if he's the one who kidnapped namjoon? A sudden loud thud startled me.

I let out a shriek. The sudden noise disrupting my train of thoughts. Trembling in fear, I curl myself up in a ball.

“Omma,” I whisper repeatedly.

Namjoon’s pov

I try my best to balance all the presents in my arm. Praying I wouldn’t drop them. I slowly crouch down to gently place the presents under the Christmas tree.

But being the clumsy person I am, I accidentally hit the tree. I watch in horror as the tree was about to topple over. Dropping all the presents by instinct, I grab onto the tree. As soon as I let out a sigh of relief, I hear a familiar shriek from behind.

Jin?

I look at the now messy pile of presents and face palm.

“Aish,” I shake my head.

So much for my surprise.

I was about to apologize to Jin but I couldn’t resist the urge to scare him a second time. Smirking mischievously, I quietly creep towards the couch. I had to contain my laughter once I saw Jin’s current state.

“Yaa!” I yell in Jin’s ears as I hugged him from behind.

“Omma!” Jin screamed as he elbowed me hard in my ribs.

I groaned in pain as we fall backwards.

“Kim Namjoon!”

I continue groaning and hug him tighter. He fidgets in my arms and looks at me with his eyebrows scrunched together. I notice Jin’s face get redder when he realizes our current position. He sits up, straddling me.

“I'm going back to sleep pabo,” he says flustered. As he's about to get up, I grab his wrists and turn him over, pinning him down.

3rd person’s pov

“You're not going anywhere baby boy… I have not given you my gift.” His words were dark and low as they left his plump lips. Stroking Jin’s pale cheek, he smirked and grabbed both sides of Jin’s thigh lifting him off the ground and slowly walk towards the bedroom.

Throwing him onto the bed, he strolled over to their cabinet, humming. He takes out a box filled with all sorts of toys.

“Strip for me babyboy,” Namjoon cooed, taking a pair of glittery pink handcuffs, swinging it around his finger seductively.

Blushing, Jin takes hold of the rim of his shirt, lifting it up out of sheer embarrassment. Bringing it over his head, he tosses it on the carpeted floor. Hands sliding down to his pants, he tugs onto the waistband and slowly wiggles his way out of his shorts as well as his panties while trying to stay seated on the bed.

“Lay back down and spread your legs wide open for daddy and finger yourself like a little slut, baby boy” The younger commands as he reaches out for a paddle in the box and whips it against the corner of the bed, causing the older to flinch.

Obeying the younger’s words, he lays back down against the bed and drags his slightly tanned yet smooth leg against the sheets until it’s almost perpendicular to the bed. He then brings his right forefinger to his pretty tight hole, teasing both himself and Namjoon as he drags his finger around the rim of his asshole before pushing his finger in. Back arching ; toes digging into the sheets, he brought his left hand up to his nipples, playing with it.

“Da-daddy,” he panted, “am I do-doing well?” he gasp, continuing his action at a fast speed, thinking that the elder would just let him cum so easily since it’s Christmas.

Jin’s pov

“Oh god, as much as it’s embarrassing to see Namjoon staring down at me fingering myself, I really like teasing him, seeing his hard-on outlining his basketball shorts.” I thought, as I continue the action of having my fingers going in and out at an erratically fast pace.

“Put your hands up now” Namjoon growls, as he opens the handcuffs.

I oblige, whining at the lost of contact.

As soon as my hands are in the air, he grabs my wrists harshly and puts the handcuffs on then attaching it to the bed frame knob. I shudder slightly once the cold metal touches my wrists.

“Good boy,” Namjoon says, his eyes darkening.

Reaching down, he tangles his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth to his. I wince as he starts kissing me roughly. He trails kisses from my jawline to collarbone, hands touching me everywhere. Nibbling, biting and sucking my sweet spots, making sure to leave marks.

I let out a moan when he slips his fingers in me.

“You like that baby boy?” he coaxes, glancing up at me with a smirk.

“Yes daddy,” I say, my lips quivering in anticipation.

I want more.

I start to fidget, thrusting my hips upwards.

Pushing my hips down, his other hand finally reaches for my shaft while he continues to finger me.   

"Do you like it when I do this? Fingering your tight little hole, you fucking dirty slut. You want to cum? You think you deserve to? " Namjoon says, causing the older to moan in response, hearing the younger's words always turned him on, especially if it’s dirty.

"Please I-I want more." I say meekly

"What do you want?"

"I want... I need you to make me cum" my voice came out desperate, "Please daddy" I continue to beg.

"You sound so sexy when you beg for me, look at you, mouth open ; moaning for daddy to make you cum." He snickers, bringing his free hand up to my face stroking it gently, making me lean into his touch. Trailing his fingers down, tracing along my jawline down to my Adam's apple, drawing circles using his using his thumb. Slowly tightening, he growled, "I'm going to fuck your mouth real hard okay baby? You better be a good boy and take me in nicely.” I nodded, my heart beating fast.

My head sank into the fluffy pillow as Namjoon straddled me.

“Open wide baby,” he says as his tip meets my lips.

He inserts himself in me, rocking back and forth. Making deliberate, hard strokes causing my head to be pushed back, the pillows engulfing me. I suck on him uncontrollably as I look up to him, seeing him staring straight into my eyes; filling with lust. Barely holding myself together as I gag, I angle myself just right to take him all the way down. I can feel his dick thumping against the back of my throat. My eyes brim with tears and saliva drips down my chin. The ridges of the head of his dick catches the roof of my mouth. I try my best to take him in smoothly. My tongue tight and slick against the underside of him as he continues to thrust in and out. My hands curl up in fists. Moans reverberating throughout the four walls. A shiver runs down my spine knowing he's about to reach his climax. He moans my name repeatedly.

Just this exhilarating feeling of himself in between my lips as he thrusts roughly while I suck and swallow, is already making me wet.

Namjoon  pulls out of my mouth. Sitting back down, he starts pumping his dick faster and faster as his ass starts moving in small circles, brushing against my shaft at an irregular pace, making me jerk up in hopes of gaining more friction.

Staring at the way his chest rise and falls, with his jagged breaths, he bit down on his lips trying to suppress his moans

“I want to taste and hear you daddy.” I whispered under my shaky breath, my eyes piercing through his dark orbs with anticipation.

“Such a cum slut huh? Pleading for daddy’s cum? You better not waste any then.”  Namjoon move closer to me, tugging harshly at the back of my head as I opened my mouth willingly, sticking out my tongue, not wanting to waste any of daddy’s precious milk

“Fuck… Seokjin,” he repeated like a soft mantra, grunting with every flick of his wrists.

I felt drops of cum dripping all over my face and my tongue. It tasted salty and a little sweet.

“Daddy can you help me get the rest off my face please? I don’t waste any of your delicious cum.” I purred as he caress my cheeks, gently rubbing off the cum on my face, then allowing me to suck his thumb.

“So good for daddy.”

Namjoon’s pov

I leaned over, uncuffing Jin’s wrists, leaving the cuffs against the bedframe. “Sorry baby…” I kissed his bruised wrists, massaging it a little.

“Turn around baby boy…” He turned ever so tenderly and seductively arched his back, leaving his baby skin smooth ass lingering in the air. Resisting the urge to pound into him, I spanked his ass as he moaned loudly.

“You like that baby?” I spanked him once more. “Y-yes daddy. It feels so good..” He pushed his hips back. Seeing how needy he was, I pumped my length a few more times before entering him without any warning.

“Da-daddy!” He screamed, hands going limp, he lets his upper torso fall against the bed, muffling his moans.

“Up baby boy. I want to hear your dirty moans” I growled, spanking him one more time before gripping harshly on his pale waist, leaving crescent marks as Jin sighed pleasurably.

Thrusting a few more times, I pulled out abruptly, “Daddy why did you stop….” he whined. “Turn around little slut, I want to see your face when you cum.”

He turned with no objections, looking as eager. I chuckled, slamming back into his tight hole. The way his back arched off the bed, nails digging into the once clean sheets and the way his face contorts into a blissful expression made me want to cum almost immediately.

I leaned over, taking his right nipple in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his bud, allowing my teeth to graze against it as I rock my hips back and forth at a painfully slow pace. Seeing him jerk up trying to fill himself deeper, the corners of my lips twitched up as I pull out almost fully before slamming back into him, repeating the motion at an animalistic pace.

“D-daddy!” he screams, coming out a few octaves higher. “I want to cum..p-please..”

“Cum for me baby..” I panted, watching him cum, painting both of our chest white.

Lowering myself, I licked clean his torso, collecting his cum in my mouth before kissing his soft lips allowing him to taste himself. Pulling apart, a string of cum connected his lips to mine.

“Baby, you taste so good and look so beautiful.” I whispered, staring at him fondly before laying back down beside him.

Turning over, I quickly took a black box from the bedside table and then back to face him.

“Baby…. Honestly I don’t think I’m worthy for you-”

“What the fuck? Namjoon are you going to fucking breakup with me now after fucking me? Are you fucked up? How can you do this to me…” Jin’s voice quivered, slowly shrinking away from me.

“What? No… shhh baby… Listen to me. I really love you more than anything and I want to be able to call you mine only baby. Forever… Will you marry me?” My hands were trembling as I opened the black box, revealing a simple silver ring as I looked up at Jin’s face, his mouth agape.

“I mean if you are not prepared to-” “No.. it’s just so pretty and…. I love you a lot..” Jin smiled shyly, resting his forehead against mine. “Thank you Namjoon ah, for loving me and… yes, I do.” Tears of joy started streaming down his cheeks as he smiled lovingly.

Grinning, I took the ring and slid it on his ring finger. Cupping his face I gave him a peck on the forehead, “Thank you for loving me too and Merry Christmas my baby boy.”

Written by : Mel and Tanya

Edited by : Mel and Tanya

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