#one day i will learn restraint lmao

[coffeeghoulie]

after midnight

late nights in Dew and Aether's nest.

Explicit, 1.9k. Contains a sleepy handjob, aftercare, and just gross domestic fluff.

this was supposed to be a quick little thing to take my mind off of things and it turned into four pages. just how it goes lmao.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew takes great pride in keeping his hearth warm. Aether's vessel doesn't run anywhere near as warm as his does, nose and fingertips and toes freezing when he gets into bed.

"Long day, starshine?" Dew whispers, curling up against his mate's side. Aether groans softly, stretching as he settles into their bedding. Their scents are baked into the sheets. This is theirs. His arm curls around Dew's shoulders, pulling him flush to his side.

"Not really, but still glad it's over," he says, turning to look at Dew. His eyes glow soft and purple in the low light of their room, the worn fabric of his sleep shirt soft under Dew's cheek. "Glad I'm here."

Dew cracks a smile, hooks a thigh over Aether's hip in an attempt to get closer. "Where you're meant to be," Dew hums, smile curling a little possessively. He presses his face into the crook of his neck, rubbing his cheek over his matescar for a moment.

"Yeah, where I'm meant to be," Aether laughs softly, and Dew feels it more than he hears it. He yawns, almost cat-like with the way it bares his fangs, glinting in the low light, and settles more firmly into the crook of Aether's arm.

Dew trills contentedly when Aether's tail winds around his own, hand heavy and solid against the small of his back. He slings his own arm over Aether's chest, feels his heart beat under his palm, takes a deep, shuddering breath of ozone and the faintest bit of antiseptic.

Their bodies press together like magnets, the matebond between them like a compass needle; Dew'll always be able to find his way home by it. Not that he ever wants to be far from his mate. Not willingly. But he knows, if it ever happens again, he'll know exactly how to return to Aether's side.

"Love you," Aether yawns. It bares his fangs, thick and sharp and dangerous, inches from Dew's face. Anyone else would flinch instinctively. But Dew purrs, rubs his cheek against Aether's collarbone.

"You too," he whispers. They float in a haze between sleep and wakefulness, and Dew's entire world reduces down to the careful arrangement of bedding that makes up their hearth. He is safe, his mate is warm and content, and they can indulge in sloth and rest until they're sated.

Dew's not quite sure when his eyes open next. The room is still dark and warm. His head rises and falls where he's using Aether's chest as the most comfortable pillow. There's something half hard pressed against his shin, where his leg is hooked over Aether's hip. He isn't sure what wakes him, but the low, budding scent of Aether's arousal is a likely suspect.

"Aeth," Dew hums, soft, careful not to break the peaceful little bubble they find themselves in.

"Mm?" Aether says, voice low and rumbly in his chest. His eyes don't open, but his hips press up slightly into Dew's.

"You want some help?" Dew offers, rubbing his cheek against his collarbone, worrying at the fabric of his shirt.

Aether turns to face him. Slow and still heavy with sleep, it takes effort. But those violet eyes crack open, peering down at him and glowing in the darkness. "Never gonna say no to you, darling."

Dew smiles, lazy and fond, and shifts until his face is pressed into the crook of Aether's neck. His hand, still resting over Aether's chest, trails down until it reaches the hem of his shirt. He cards his fingers through the coarse hair covering Aether's belly.

Aether groans as his hand teases downward, head rolling back into the pillows of their hearth with a soft groan. Dew just smiles, rucks up the hem of his shirt. "'m not gonna be mean, Aeth," he whispers into the column of his throat.

He wills his magick to his palm, raising the temperature slightly as he plucks at the waistband of Aether's boxers. His head presses further back into the pillows with a rumbling moan, baring his throat as he lifts his hips just enough for Dew to pull them down to his thighs.

The groan Dew pulls from Aether's lips when he wraps his warm hand around his half hard length is music to his ears. He presses his mouth to the column of his throat as he starts to stroke him, pressing soft kisses to his pulse. In any other situation, the pace Dew sets would easily be considered teasing. But here it's perfect, warm and slow and just enough to let the pleasure build like the tide coming in.

"Mm, fuck," Aether rumbles, low and quiet. Dew nuzzles at his jaw, thumb teasing at his slit to smear the pre beading there down his shaft. It's enough to smooth his strokes, and Aether groans again at the slide.

"That's it, starshine," Dew mumbles, breathing in Aether's scent, thick on the roof of his mouth. "Just want you to feel good, lemme take care of you like you take care of me."

Aether twitches in Dew's hand at his words, fingertip tracing the prominent vein along the side. Dew bites his lip, feeling himself start to perk up in interest, but he ignores it to listen to the way Aether's moans are broken up by soft chuffs. He pulls Dew a little closer to his side, hand fisted at the small of his back and holding onto his tank top. "Dewey," he breathes, eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at him.

"I've gotcha, big guy," Dew hums, feeling the purr start to kick up at the base of his throat. His other hand worms under Aether's head, just holding, blunt claws scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

Aether chuffs louder, going completely boneless and relaxed. Just how Dew wants him. He relaxes so quickly that if it weren't for Aether's groans, Dew would have thought he'd fallen asleep on him.

Not that he'd blame him. It's been a long day, and it's late. Dew scratches at the nape of his neck just to hear him chuff louder.

"Just feel good f'me," Dew purrs, soft and low. Aether nods a little, violet eyes squeezed shut.

Dew startles a little when something touches his tail, but he almost whines when he realizes it's Aether's own wrapping around his. He strokes him a little faster, gives him a little more pressure.

The hand on the small of Dew's back moves up his spine until Aether has his fingers tangled in Dew's hair. He doesn't pull or tug, hand big enough to cup the entire back of his head. Dew purrs loudly, leg still hitched over Aether's.

"Fuck, darling," Aether groans when Dew twists his wrist just right at the tip of his cock. Dew smiles, leans up to press his forehead to Aether's. So close they breathe the same air.

"Yeah, that's it," Dew whispers. "Just feel good, baby."

Aether nods, their horns clicking together with the motion. "M'close," he admits, and Dew snakes his hand down even further to cup his balls for a moment, feels them start to draw up to his body.

"Like this?" Dew asks, lips brushing over his as he resumes his slow, lazy strokes. "Or do you want more? Anything you want."

Aether shakes his head, fingers tightening slightly in Dew's cornsilk fine hair. "Just want you, love," he whispers, the faintest furrow appearing in his brow, fangs sinking into his swollen bottom lip.

"You have me," Dew promises, eyes not leaving Aether's face. Drinks in every detail. Watches his nose scrunch up just a little before the pleasure makes his face go lax. His cock pulses in Dew's hands, cum splattering over his knuckles and the thick hair coating his belly.

Dew works him through it, savors every shiver and huff of breath until Aether's fingers tighten almost to the point of pain in his hair. His cock gives one last twitch, sticky and wet with release, and slowly begins to soften.

Aether just breathes, chest heaving, holding Dew close as he comes down. Dew makes no move to pull away, just ducks his head down to press his lips to Aether's pulse once again. He feels it hammering, blood and quintessence moving throughout his body, before slowly start to come back to its baseline.

They stay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, until Aether's cum starts to cool and dry, sticky and unpleasant. Dew lets go of Aether's dick, letting it rest against his hip, and starts to pull back from his embrace.

Aether makes a wounded noise, eyes flying open. "Nope, stay," he tries to persuade, a little quintessence seeping from where his fingers still touch Dew.

Dew shakes it off, laughing softly. "I'll be right back, you big softy. Don't wanna leave you all messy."

"Oh, come on," Aether grins mischievously. "Just the other day you said you wanted to-"

"Ah!" Dew cuts him off, laughing as he climbs out of their hearth. "None of that. Be right back."

He ducks into the bathroom to wet a washcloth, calling on his magick again to make it a comfortable temperature. Just as quick as he left, he's back, standing over Aether sprawled out in their hearth.

Aether's eyes open sluggishly, twin points of violet in the dark. When he sees Dew, his fingers twitch like he's trying to make grabby hands, too exhausted to put in the whole effort. "See?" Dew says as he starts to clean up the mess he made. "Said I'd be right back."

Aether chuffs softly, fingers still twitching as Dew cleans him up, pulling his boxers up and the hem of his shirt back down. "Thank you, darling," he mumbles, well on his way back to sleep. Dew just smiles, staring at him. It's nice to see him relaxed and sated like this.

He throws the washcloth in the general direction of their hamper and crawls back into their hearth. Dew presses a kiss to Aether's cheek before curling up against his side once again.

Aether pulls him close with one strong arm, the other reaching down to where Dew sits half hard against his own hip. Dew swats him away lightly. "'m alright, starshine," he murmurs, watching Aether struggle to stay awake. "Return the favor some other time."

Aether chuckles, fights to keep his eyes open as he stares down at Dew. "You sure, baby?"

Dew gives him another kiss on the cheek. He reaches up to trail a fingertip down the bridge of Aether's nose. Huffs a soft little laugh as Aether's eyes cross when he follows it. "I'm sure, Aeth," he says, settling happily into the crook of his arm and purring up a storm.

It's not long before sleep takes Aether in its hold once again, chest rising and falling deep and even. Dew, selfishly, stays awake a little while longer, just to watch. Aether's peaceful like this. Relaxed and warm and safe in the hearth that Dew made for him.

Dew shifts until his head is tucked under Aether's chin, mindful of his horns. Like this, he can hear Aether's heartbeat, steady just like him. Dew smiles, purring as he gets comfortable, and lets himself follow Aether to sleep.

[takes1]

p.2 asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

this is gonna get so fucking good ya'll i love thisss!! it's fun writing this sweet guy be a little dirty lmao

warnings. nsfw. minors DNI info. nsfw / build-up to more smut / phone sex / mutual masturbation / blue balls / suggestive conversation / gentle giant!asahi / mutual size kink / sweet asahi / long-mid distance issues / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / kuroo being protective / 2.3k words / multipart series so reply to be added to taglist! haikyuu collection. more hq here! part one here. part three here. final part here. more links. my ao3. masterlist. requests open!

Your pencil twirled, tap-tap-tapping against your half-filled page of notes as you searched for the next header to copy for this dreadful, draining history class.

Anything to distract you from the fact that he hadn't called you.

The game was Tuesday- now it was Friday evening, and still, no word from him. Maybe you had something in your teeth when you spoke to him, or you smelled bad, or he just didn't like your hair. You had dedicated hours trying to figure it out.

A phone call was hard evidence he was interested in you. Practically a 'yes' to your fantasies, which had only gotten more unhinged with the hurt of this perceived rejection.

He still remained just a few minutes worth of your real energy on some ordinary day. But God, how you mourned for what could've been. How he would've filled you up, wrecking you with the satisfaction and excitement you yearned for.

buzz buzz. buzz buzz. buzz buzz. buzz buzz.

The sound initially deepened your already lackluster mood, because you learned to be disappointed with every call that wasn't from a Miyagi area code.

You were grateful that your eyes happened to glaze over the screen before you completed the swipe to ignore it.

A piercing scream of delight filled your entire house through a cracked bedroom door.

Tetsuro's unwanted, grating voice across the hall shattered your elevated state of bliss:

"SHUT UP!"

"YOU SHUT UP! I'M ON THE PHONE!"

You took a deep breath on the fifth ring and, shaking off the nerves by standing up out of your swivel chair, you swiped across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this (Y/n)?" A deep, rumbly voice made your knees weak.

"Y-es," Your voice cracked, tummy tingly, "Is this- Asahi?"

His name left your lips so well. You fell onto your back on your bed, pressing your thighs together at the sound of his reply.

"Yeah, that's me."

You hadn't heard his voice before, thinking hard about it now, because he didn't say anything to you in person.

"I thought you wouldn't call," You bit your lip in restraint, but kept the tension in your belly, "Why'd you keep me waiting for so long?"

A grumbly sigh on the other end gave you a full-body shiver. You crossed your legs.

"I was nervous," He admitted.

The giant did have a heart, after all. Curious, you smiled and looked up.

Your face fell.

"Get out of my room!" You shouted at Tetsuro, who was lingering in the doorway.

"How long have you been in here?!"

"I'm not in your room," He tested you by putting a foot inside, and didn't answer your question, instead pressing his own, "Who the hell are you talking to?"

It reminded you: A quick 'Hold on' and what you thought was the mute button--

You scrambled across your bed to the doorway to close it, but he dove out of the way and you ended up shutting him in. You flung it open again.

"Get out!!"

The demon-spawn was making for your phone, so you leaped onto his back and weighed him down to the floor instead.

"It better not be--," He grunted with effort as he shoved you off by the face, "Some country-bumpkin prick!"

There was no contact on the screen, so he couldn't be sure who you were talking to even with your phone in his hand.

"Who is this?" He interrogated, his torso leaning on your bed, his knee on your chest to keep you down.

You punched his leg over, over, and over again. He swatted at you while looking at your phone to figure out why nobody was responding to him.

It gave you the opportunity to push him off while his balance was uneven. You slapped your phone out of his hand and it clattered to the floor.

There was a violent hush over the two of you.

Tetsuro rose of his own accord, dodging a slap, and kicked your phone far under your bed with a grumble.

"Like I'm gonna just let that happen."

The door slammed behind him. You skittered up, opened it, then called after him, "Stay out!!"

You made sure to lock and barricade it this time.

When you leaned down to find your phone, it was impossible to reach with your hands or legs from either side of the bed. That asshole had made sure to kick it just far enough to make you get creative.

You had to tie together a ruler and a clothing hanger to retrieve it, then use your foot to leverage it out.

To your relief, the call was still active. But it wasn't muted.

Heart sunk halfway down your ribcage, you asked a grim question, "How much of that did you hear?"

His chuckle lifted your spirits instantly.

Almost as a conditioned response, you glanced to the door. It was still secure.

"I'm so sorry, my brother is the worst." You grumbled, climbing back into your bed with a sore face, hand, and knee.

Asahi's tone was clear and smooth.

"It sounds like he just wants to keep you out of trouble."

Your body jumpstarted again at that word. You wanted all the trouble he had to offer. You couldn't help but giggle, since his response sounded as if he was referring to himself.

"I know how to handle myself," You grinned, "I'm only a year younger than him."

"He's a senior, isn't he?"

"Mhm."

"So you're a second-year."

"Mhmm," You could listen to him talk all day. Your hand rubbed over your prickled chest, savoring his voice against your ear.

"Good. I feel like less of a creep, now."

In his admission you could hear his lips curl into a smile- your covered your mouth and kicked your legs in the air.

"Don't tell me you thought I was a first-year," You teased with false surprise.

"I-," He sighed, a little labored, and something shifted against the receiver, "Knew it was a possibility."

His standards aside, your interest moved to the extra sound on his end of the line. You prayed it was something risque.

"What else do you wanna know about me?" You stretched your legs up and watched your blank ceiling, biting your lip in wait for his response.

The way he towered over you- his frame was perfect for your fantasies. You imagined him leaning over you now, legs draped over his massive shoulders.

"What made you want to give me your number?"

Another shift, a heavy sigh. You couldn't raise the volume any higher, nor could you hold the phone any closer to your ear to try to hear what he was doing.

In the hopes that he was dirtier than he wanted to let on, you smiled at the freedom to paint his imagination.

"Hmm..." You drawled.

An eager hand dipped between your legs, with one last glance to the door, and you palmed yourself through your shorts while you spoke.

"Your serve really did it for me," As you recalled that last hit, you heard him shift again, "I like your look- y'know, the whole samurai vibe--,"

Asahi laughed a little, making you grin.

"-I think it's really hot."

A pause. "Wait- really?"

"Yeah!" You giggled, "You're a good mix of cute and scary, that's a huge turn-on."

"Wow."

Maybe it was a bit forward of you to say, but so was everything else until this point. Your breath stalled, hoping that was a good wow. It felt so quiet for so long. Everything was still on both sides.

You sat up after a few moments, pulse quickening, and you bit your finger to keep from blurting out another stupid claim. It must've been too much- you were just about to hang up when you heard a quiet, different tone through the speaker.

"What are you wearing right now?"

Mouth open, you made sure to click mute before squealing into your pillow-- when you came up, teary-eyed from the pressure and excitement, you had to catch your breath.

Your voice was slightly hoarse when you unmuted yourself and asked, calmly, "Do you want me to lie to you?"

Thrown in a dumbing whirl of arousal, you went to reach for a vibrator, but realized the sound would probably be too much. You opted for your own fingers instead and tried hard to visualize his heavy hand over yours.

"Shit-," He huffed an uneven sigh, "Go for it."

Did he have any idea how sexy he sounded? You hoped he did- you hoped he knew exactly how to touch you, pleasure you, break you, then put you back together.

Your raised, flirty tone didn't match your answer, "Nothing."

The rumble of his laugh guided your hand to swirl small, soft circles around your clit. Your chest rose and fell a little faster, chasing the budding tightness that was finally coming back to you.

"What are you doing right now?" You couldn't help but ask. It was too tempting to wait around for him to tell you.

"Mm, I'm talkin' to you," He evaded. His smirk was audible through the phone.

His slight regional accent was so perfect. To Hell with city boys, you wanted this big, gruff countryside boy.

He laughed at your whine.

"I wish you weren't so far away," His tone lowered to a bare mutter- it was dripping in lust, but he covered it with a thin veil of wariness.

Your fingers felt so good, but his reminder only made you more sensitive to how you could never fulfill the ache deep inside without him right here, in Tokyo.

You could appreciate how he still kept his cards close. You weren't as patient as him- but upon your inevitable frustration that he wasn't as candid as you, the realization that it was the safer outcome dawned on you. If he wasn't so careful, he might hurt you.

Still, you were riding gentle, pleasant waves while you daydreamed through your response.

"How long would a train ride be?"

He didn't have to tell you how pretty you sounded for you to know. The little raise at the end of your sentence, the tiny waiver in your voice, you knew he liked it.

The quiet seethe on his end confirmed this. He told you without having to look it up, "Hour and a half."

Your pussy practically shut down.

"I could do that," You lied. Your brother would explode if he found out you hopped on a bullet train by yourself to go see some Karasuno boy- and he would. He always did.

Another low laugh. It fixed everything. You threw your head back again, fingers in your mouth so your fingers could slide a little better.

"Don't sound so disappointed," He cooed, "Me and the guys are gonna be in town for the weekend- and I was just thinkin'--,"

"Oh my god, yes. Whatever you're about to say, yes."

His distant 'Damn' away from the phone made you blush. You stopped touching yourself, just for the time being.

"There's just one problem."

You waited for the reveal without responding, then realized he wanted you to ask him.

"What?" You giggled at the weird pause.

His laugh was faint through the rest of his point, "Your brother."

You squinted at your ceiling again with a grumpy sigh. He was right. In fact, you were sure he didn't know the extent of how right he was. Your family was on Life360, and he had your location at all times.

If you turned your phone off, or deleted the app, or put it on 'battery saving-mode' he'd know, and it would be more ground to question you on.

It wasn't the tattling that bothered you, it was his nosiness in the first place.

The last time you snuck out to go see a boy further in the city, he followed you and ruined your movie date by kicking the back of his chair for half of the film. He drove you home and grilled you the entire way back.

"Fuck," You sighed, sitting up with a bit of a tummy-ache from your abandoned orgasm, "Yeah."

It sounded like he was moving again, but he was less flirty, and it made you think he maybe put his dick back up to think better.

"He actually called our team captain, Daichi. We were uh, still on the way back from the game. On the bus. And he put it on speaker."

Your jaw dropped again.

"Said he'd- ha-ha, he said he'd castrate anyone who touched you."

An annoyed sound left you.

"Don't tell me you believe that," You laughed pitifully.

Part of you believed it, so you wouldn't blame him if he did. That same days-long disappointment was creeping back.

Asahi considered his answer. He landed on, "I think... ah, I don't know. I think being cautious is smart."

You nodded slowly, but he couldn't see.

"I still wanna see ya," He added.

You grinned, relieved, and a little aroused again at his drawl, "Good."

It still left the obvious problem. You deliberated on what you could do. A glance to the locked door gave you one idea. Another glance to the window elaborated on it.

How could you see him, not leave the house, and have your brother not know at the same time?

Your question was slow as you slid off of your mattress and started to test the reliability of your window frame.

"How good are you at climbing?"

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[pupyuj]

[cw: dubcon, manipulation, age gap (legal ofc?!), mommy kink, dacryphilia, bondage]

here i am again with another wony thought of mine 😭 i’ve been seeing a lot of wony asks from you guys so here’s something a lil extra on top of me working on the wony stuff ya’ll have been sending/have sent before :] this is a very specific scenario i hope you guys don’t mind LMAO

wony’s never beating the mommy’s girl allegations i fear!

ehehe heiress!wony with you as her mentor figure :(( you’re one of her rich grandfather’s closest associates and since the man’s company was going to get hand over to her soon, it only made sense for the old man to put someone closer to her age as her mentor 😚 but you were still way older, way more mature—and not only was your position intimidating but also the way you carried yourself inside your job and also outside of it simply made you irresistible to wonyoung… so irresistible that she doesn’t say anything when one day, you put your hand on her thigh while you were teaching her your ‘ways’… and it all starts from there really 😋

she would literally do anything for you once everything was said and done and you’ve got her wrapped around your fingers :(( don’t wear anything underneath her little skirt for easy access? yes, mommy. wear whatever outfit you want her to wear for that day? yes, mommy. carry a vibrator inside her cunt and keep up the ‘good girl’ act no matter how good or bad it feels? yes, mommy. talk properly on the phone while you’re pleasuring her sensitive little clit? yes, mommy.

ah, speaking of “mommy”… it’s like she doesn’t even know your name anymore! pretty thing learned fast… you were fucking her on her bed one day—her laptop and all her paperwork pushed aside haphazardly—and she saw how a sick smile formed on your face when she let “mommy” slip out and ever since then it’s all she called you bcs you loved it… what a good girl 🥺 and wony knows better than to speak long conversations with you in public bcs if a single person in the company even hears her say “mommy” there were going to be a lot of questions… and she knows you had enough on your plate! also loves quickies in a bathroom or a small meeting room bcs she just repeatedly whispers “mommy, mommy!” in your ear and you fuck her so much better each time…

oh you’d just love pushing wony to tears, either by edging her or overstimming her… binding her hands with cuffs or some pretty silk restraints above her head and watching her struggle and cry while you fucked her from behind :(( baby’s big on begging… shaking her head profusely when she thinks she’s had enough, “no! nonono, please, mommy…!” and really, you should feel bad for treating her like a whore but it was her fault! she embarrassed you by failing to impress some colleagues of yours… this was her punishment and she has no choice but to accept it :(( “please, mommy, i’ll be good..! i’ll be a good girl, just—ah!—stop, please…” she’s so desperate since she already came so much but :(( she looks so pretty crying! with her little pout and the tears that fell like a waterfall whenever she squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed… how could you not fuck her the entire night??

you still treat her like royalty, however… she is jang wonyoung after all—it’s what she deserves! singing praises in her ear when you noticed how well she was handling all her work as the soon-to-be president of her grandpa’s company, making sure that she’s all comfortable on your lap while she’s working and pleasuring her gently to ease all her pressure… her reward for doing so well after a long day of work? well, a warm bath and some good ass shower sex ofc! 🫣🫣 only giving wony kisses and a little tease by softly massaging her pretty tits but then as soon as you get to the shower, she’s all marked up and she’s screaming “mommy!” (again) while you fuck her so good against the wall…

now neither of you would even bother getting dressed during nights like those! sitting on wony’s bed with her in between your legs while a movie played on the ridiculously huge tv she had in her room… not like you were paying attention anyway. you’d be peppering wony’s neck with kisses while she giggles.. but as soon as one of your hands sneak in between her legs, wony knows it was going to be another long night with her favourite mommy 🫣💓

[truetogaia]

Gimme some jake teaching na'vi reader naughty human things please bae I beg 😩😩

Im actually going crazy, feral, wild, ferocious, insane, crazed, deranged, mental, loco

pairing: dilf!dom!jake x fem!na'vi!reader

genre: smut, 18+

notes: honestly, I don't have anything to say. This one lowk sucks ass LMAO. anyway: Dilf Jake teaching his mate some kinky human things.

warnings: explicit and mature content, like partner drunkenness, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, bondage, mommy kink , daddy kink, lewd and vulgar language, praise kink, spanking.

word count: ab 1k words

!NOT PROOFREAD BC ITS 4 AM!

It wasn’t unusual for Jake to fall into some sort of depressing state of mind. The feeling of being incredibly different and left out of his surroundings, gnawing at his confidence and at his heart. His bearing, his language, his skills, his personality; they didn’t fit in there. Didn’t go well with the way of the people, the forest. 

He had felt so utterly useless, not being able to help the clan in any way other than as a jester for the rest of the na’vi to laugh at and ridicule. That was until he met you. You were so eager to learn his ways, almost completely abandoning the omaticaya way. 

He adored you so much, loved everything about you. And when he let you know, spilled his tender heart out to you, you soon became a pair, connecting the tendrils of your kuru as soon as the words left his mouth. 

Your mating had been so good, love radiating off of the two of you as you made love so innocently, producing the most loving family. And ever since then, sex became almost a daily occurrence. Jake simply couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always holding you or caressing your soft skin in some way. Gripping and groping at your hips, resting his chin on the top of your head, wrapping his long, strong arms around your middle to feel you against him. Anything.

And then, one day, when your kids were under your grandparents supervision, he suggested something. It made your heart flutter, knowing you would get to see more of his culture. A growing arousal settled between your plush thighs as he whispered into your ear the things he’d do to you. These were very unfamiliar things, things you had never heard of, or even thought about. His husky voice sent a shiver up your spine as he traced the outline of your waist with his hands, his hot breath fanning against your warm, blushing neck.  

The warmth of his hands left a trail of goosebumps on your pretty, blue skin as he ran them up your body. He peppered your warm neck with kisses, occasionally nipping at your skin, marking you. He was pressed up against your back, making you suddenly aware of his prominent bulge pressing into your ass. The warmth disappeared from your form when Jake pulled away from you, leaving you disoriented and dazed. You turned around, confusedly watching him walk back into the room with a rope in his hands.

You were sprawled out on the ground now, on the hard surface of your wooden mat, hands tied together by a loose knot behind your back. Your stifled moans and mewls filled your shared hut, alarming unlucky passerbyers of your business. Jake’s long, slender fingers were knuckles deep into your squelching cunt, making gentle scissoring motions as they delved deeper, hot tongue sucking on your neglected bundle of nerves. Your hands instinctively fought against your restraints, desperate to grab Jake’s hair. 

Your second orgasm of that night came crashing down on you as your hips rolled against your mate’s hand, a hot white blocking your vision as you came around his thick digits. 

“That’s it, mama. Knew you could do it.” His praise made your head spin, ears perking at the nickname. “Yeah? Y'like being called mama?” A deep purple spread across your navy skin. “Now, I have something even better. Y’ready baby?” you answered him with a groggy nod, too busy recovering from your intense orgasm.

 You squealed when he suddenly hoisted you up, turning you around so your back was facing him. Your pointy ears twitched as they picked up the sound heavy fabric falling to the ground. The sensation of Jake’s tip running through your soaked folds made you jolt, failing to suppress a moan you weren’t even aware of. It hadn’t been too long since the two of you had made love, but this was different, you had never been taken from.. behind before. It simply was not a thing na’vi did, because it wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t even a thing. 

“Damn,” his voice was deep as he whispered, almost to himself, “you’re so wet, sweetie. All of this, just for me?” He teased, chuckling lightly before sinking his cock into your tight heat, entering you in one swift movement. Your loud moans were enough to get Jake to move. He grabbed the rope binding your wrists together for stability as he pounded into you, setting a ruthless pace from the start. He knew you could handle it, and based on the volume of your moans, he knew you absolutely loved it. 

“Such a good girl. Y’enjoying yourself, mama?” He couldn’t see your face, but based on your lack of words, he could imagine exactly what you looked like. Eyes rolled back, mouth agape, a drooling, panting mess. “Yeahhh.. I bet you are.” His large hand dealt a smack to your ass, skin turning red at the sudden contact. Another new experience. He relished in how you screamed his name beneath him, how you were too fucked out to do anything but chant his name.  

His cock felt heavy inside you, balls slapping repeatedly at your swollen clit as he pumped his thick length into your pussy. “Shit, mama, grippin’ me like a vice.. Y’close? Hm?” He tugged at the rope, forcefully pulling your hips back to meet with his. 

“Cum for me whenever you’re ready, baby.” Jake angled his hips slightly, his fat tip now grazing your g-spot with each pound of his cock. He hunched over your arching form, gently kissing your neck. His ears perked up as an unexpected word rolled off of your tongue.

“Fhuuck, daddy right there-” You cried out, not being able to stop yourself. You hadn’t thought about it, saying it before your hazy mind could even register the word. Your hand gripped your mate’s wrist, a signal for him to keep going. His cock twitched inside your throbbing heat.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on daddy’s fat cock? Go on.” And you did. You came hard around his girth, body convulsing beneath his large body. Heat spread through your abdomen as Jake followed suit, pumping his seed deep inside your pulsing cunt. 

As you both came down from your highs, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, Jake gently undid the knot on the rope, placing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I’m curious… Where did you learn that word?”

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Do you think the ranch visit 2014 ended with like slightly annoyed sex because Vale just annoyed with Marc beating his record but also slightly admiring him

i love this because its true. marc is ANNOYING ! of course it cannot be ignored that vale is ALSO annoying (max biaggi fight. hello.) like they match each others freak in that regard, but at what point do you look at this sexy ass twink who is obsessed with your dick and your bike (sex to vale. is motorcycle racing lest we forget he keeps that m1 in GROPING distance and marc is like GOD i wish that were me so it does. work comma sexually. for them. like a lot. but i digress) and obsessed with your ability to ride it and be like hmm. maybe this habit is NOT so cute. when beforeeee you thought hey hes just like MEEEEE and got HORNY about it. well obviously if youre vale it is when he doesnt let you win at your own goddamn track at your own goddamn house in front of your own goddamn brother and various peers. that shit is irritating. which i do think marc realizes now, but is also largely unrepentant about because he's hilarious. free my girl he did all that but it was funny. our marc not famous for his wealth of tact and restraint on the track. and vale is thirty six staring down one last chance to maybe win his tenth. and earlier that week when he beat marc at that karting event he said finally somewhere you dont win. so yeah when marc doesnt roll over and let him get the lap record that day in 2014 all of those endearing traits where they overlap and are similar. change. morph. arent so cute anymore. the light shifts. the music hits a minor chord. ominous. foreshadowing. chekov's gun carefully being placed on the wall. and suddenly. kind of a theme with them huh. vale hates him for all the things he learned from vale.

so. we are here to ask how that emotion translates to nasty sex. obviously. like all of these complex emotions do NOT mean that vale does not want to get his dick sucked lmao. like he's here he's thirsty marc's been in a tiny little titty huggin black tshirt all day its happenin. AND. it should be noted that in a very real sense this is their first sleepover. first time fr hanging out outside the paddock in a place where there is PRIVACY. no real REPORTERS. an actual locking DOOR. no way to hide from the fact that theyve been all over each other for like TWO YEARS now. AND multiple yamaha M1S that can be used as somewhat SEXUAL PROPS. (vale feeling also perhaps. emotionally complex here. a lil delicate. like YEAH i can invite my coworkers i like to hang at my track thats bro stuff but what about my years long situationship that —*static noises in vale's brain* like remember this is where MARC thinks things start to change between them...)

so yeah vale ends up like. amping up that competitive edge a little in bed. making this a fuckbuddy thing more than a RELATIONSHIP thing as much as he can in his head and with his hands and failing miserably and feeling even WEIRDER about that. so he's. i think he's working hard at putting marc where he wants him. hot hands a little rougher on the curve of marc's waist. cupping his ass making him gasp. sending him to his knees and making him suck his dick hot and nasty. teasing a little edging on the little feminine nicknames theyve never talked about but that make marc squirm and flush prettily. edging marc with three fingers in his ass while he whines for it. dragging it out. exerting a little control. not mean at all everyone is having fun (marc. out of his MIND.) just. excising some tension. its probably nothing hes just in his head. holding marc in his hands as he looks up at him. and marc trusting it. marc going. marc being just where vale wants him. just like he never does on the track. and marc thinks everything is fine when its happening thinks everything is AMAZING. but after that is when vale starts to go a little cold......

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Hihiii!! I’m back again LMAO 😭😭 I hope I’m not bothering you with my asks, ur writing is js so like addicting to read?? Idk how to explain it but I could read ur works for hours and not get bored ( ◠‿◠ )

Anywayzzzz, I was wondering if u could do headcanons on how Kanato, Laito, Ayato, and Kou would be with an s/o who is like impossible to piss off?? Like they could be as annoying as they possible could and they’re like “ Ok :) “

Ofc as usual take ur time, don’t feel rushed and if I’m sending in too many requests just lmk and I’ll try and cut back ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Have a great day/night !!!

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S/O Who’s Hard to Piss Off HC’s

Ayato:

• He’ll definitely pester his S/O a lot.

• As in, this is the king of wanting attention and being annoying.

• He may get upset a bit, seeing as he thrives on having a reaction given a lot.

• Take some depictions shown in the anime if anything.

• Ex: When he pesters Yui to make him takoyaki and she doesn’t initially give in.

• Ayato loves the reaction and finds it funny/amusing.

• He may become somewhat fussy about it.

• As in, the bothering will become extended before he gets bored and starts to leave his S/O alone.

• Like imagine going out with him and he sees a perfect time to pester.

• Ex: Carnival wait line.

• Without the reaction he wants, it may annoy him for the moment, before continuing on with his day.

• I think he’d make it his life’s mission to at least gain something rather than nothing.

Kanato:

• He would get upset pretty quickly.

• Especially since most of the time when he aims to annoy, he wants a reaction.

• In all the times he’s done something towards Yui, without anything being shown back to him, he assumes it’s ‘doll-like’ behaviour.

• Or at least an attempt at satiating that interest in him.

• But of course, no reaction in a sense would show that his S/O doesn’t care for him and his needs.

• On the other hand, having an S/O that doesn’t always reply to his antics can be seen as profitable.

• As in, he can get away with more and expect less repercussions.

• He’ll be able to toss them around as a rag doll, and in a sense— have an exemption towards his somewhat abusive tendencies.

• Expect a lot of what he wants to do, and not so much any concerns with whatever his S/O wants to do.

• So tea parties, forced outings, dress up, etc.

• It’ll all be shoved down his S/O’s throat simply because his S/O is condoning it by not giving a reaction to any of it. (That is how he’d see it.)

Laito:

• He wouldn’t be too upset about it.

• Sure, reactions and those getting upset are intriguing and sometimes seen as entertaining for him.

• But really, he’d be the one to applaud his S/O the most with keeping their composure around him.

• Laito knows that it can be hard to show enough self restraint, so he’ll use it as a challenge to see how far he can push his S/O.

• Like everyone, vampires hold certain reactions and emotions towards a different standard.

• So it’s unfair to expect him to simply react like humans would, or alike the other vampires.

• Especially since their type of entertainment is quite different to that of humans/human standards

• He does tend to joke around or make ‘uncomfortable’ jokes towards his S/O, in hopes of obtaining something to find comical.

• So it may actually be toned down because of his S/O’s attitudes towards it.

• One might even say, it may break down Laito into displaying more of his ‘true self,’ as the normal antics he’d entertain is no longer working on individuals.

• It may serve as a learning lesson to him that his false persona may not appeal to everyone, and even he must understand that there’s more to him than surface level ‘pervert Laito.’

Kou:

• With Kou the dynamic is much more interesting.

• Because of his ��all seeing eye’ or ‘truth seeing eye,’ he can pinpoint exactly what his S/O is feeling and if it’s true.

• He’s normally someone who’s seen to joke around with others and find fun in things.

• Kind of like Laito with the double personalities, and attitudes surrounding certain aspects of their lives.

• But even with that, he may do more to gain a reaction.

• He has split feelings about being human, or an ex-human— so as a half-blood, I’ll take it that he’s adapted to the way vampires or pure bloods would think.

• He may at the start of the relationship, assume that somethings wrong with his S/O— or that they’re mad at him.

• But once he gets acquainted— with that being his S/O’s natural nuanced reaction to things, he may do more and get out of his own comfort zone to see if anything would phase them.

• Since he believes in the entire ‘give and take’ analogy— he may be annoyed that it takes a lot of him ‘giving’ something (ex: putting in energy) to get something in return for him to ‘take’ (a reaction.)

• But overall I don’t see him complaining too much, only if he’s in one of his fussy moods.

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hiii, i hope you're doing well and just wanted to say that i absolutely looove your writing. 😭🤍 there aren't many fic writers that dive into the darker themes, so thank you a ton for sharing your work with us!! also; i'm not sure if you're accepting requests at the moment, but on the off-chance that your are, could you please maybe write a con/noncon or dubcon fic with yoongi?? thank you so much, have a great day!! <333

I love youuu 💕 tysm and yes baby, I hope you have a great day/night too <3

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: mentions of blood and violence (not towards the reader), implied murder, stalking, smoking, (consensual) drugging, con noncon, corruption (kink?), somnophilia, oral sex (f!receiving), implied multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, praise, possessiveness, some choking, slight spit kink, brief mentions of impact play, restraints (handcuffs), implied imprisonment and possible dub con at the end, bad metaphors (lmao), this is messed up but what's new

Yoongi hated clubs; but he was ever so grateful he let himself get dragged into one on the first night that he saw you. Even in the hazy, flickering lights and the beat of the music drumming through his chest, all his senses were focused on you. Palms sweaty, he watched you sip on your drink, your lipstick tainting the glass. He wished he could feel your mouth pressing into him like that, into the hollow of his throat and in between his thighs.

He wished he could say he did the decent thing, sat down beside you and asked for your name. Took you out on a date and made up some lame excuse about being cold to hold your hand as you walked down a dimly lit lane, dry orange and yellow leafs falling around you. He'd give you his jacket and kiss you goodnight, replay the moment on repeat in his head as he'd fall asleep.

Instead, he followed you home and left a pile of ashes on the cold pavement leading to your apartment complex, smoking one cigarette after another as dawn settled in. Call him a hopeless romantic, but there was a feeling he got when your eyes met his across the club that night. Like he had met you before. Like he knew you inside out. Like you were everything he's ever wanted, the missing piece he didn't even know he needed.

And the missing piece, to fit, had to be just as twisted and broken as the rest of him.

It was easy to learn your routines. Even easier to clean out the blood from his clothes when men tried to hit on you. On Saturday nights, he watched you through the shimmering colors and the smoke of the club, eye contact with him becoming your only source of communication. And yet, it was more than enough. Your eyes said a lot. Enticed him to come out of the shadows and get closer.

It took him three weeks.

Three weeks before he made his way through the crowd and slipped a small pill into your drink. It still bubbled and fizzed when you came back from the bathroom, catching your attention for a moment before your head snapped in his direction. The corner of his lips twitched.

You took a breath then lifted the glass, staring right at him as you gulped down its contents. At that moment it was his dick that twitched, his heartbeat picking up its pace. You were a dream. A dream he couldn't wait to hold.

He glanced at the watch wrapped around his wrist, then counted down the minutes, careful to keep an eye on you. Your safety was his responsibility now and he was not going to let anyone come near you unless they wanted their heads bashed into the bar.

When he saw you slump in your seat, your eyes fluttering in disorientation, he got up and pushed his way through the dancefloor. His strong arm snaked around your waist just as your knees gave out, pulling you into his side. You felt so warm, the smell of your perfume clouding his senses. He leaned down to press his lips against your ear, voice low as he muttered.

"You're a nasty little girl, huh? But don't worry, I got you."

You moaned softly, a sound that made him feel hot all over. He led you out of the club slowly, as not to arouse suspicion, blaming your broken state on too many shots to the bouncer. Snuggled into his side, you held on to him so tightly that it was almost too easy. It took him a mere moment to have you outside and then in the backseat of his car.

You lay down on your side, curling your knees up to your chest. The position exposed the smooth flesh of your thighs. Yoongi tried not to let his mind wander and checked up on you in the rearview mirror, familiar roads rushing by in the light of street lanterns.

"You okay?"

You made a small noise at the back of your throat. Yoongi looked back for a moment.

"It was a small dose. You good?"

You only nodded in response, your eyes falling closed. Yoongi couldn't help the heat twisting through his stomach; you were so vulnerable, all his to take. The fantasy of it haunted him for so long that parking in front of his place no longer felt real. He helped you out of the car like a gentleman, hands on your waist, squeezing it softly as he brought you into the warmth of his house. Through the dark corridor, then into his bedroom, where you landed on the mattress with him hovering above you.

His hot, shallow breaths caressed your face, one leg sneaking in between your thighs.

"This what you wanted?" He whispered. "To get fucked up so I can use that cute, little body all night?"

You squeezed his arm, your grip on it weak. Your hand immediately fell back down.

"No," you protested, barely a sigh.

Yoongi tilted his head.

"No? Then why did you drink the drugged shot, baby? Why did you let me take you home?"

You could barely keep your eyes open, fighting to make your lips move, your chest heaving under his.

"I..." You whispered, then bit your lip.

Yoongi hummed, slowly running his hand down your waist.

"You?" He mocked, amused. "Don't get shy on me now."

Inch by inch, he slid his hand up to your chest, settling it on your breast. He gave it a soft squeeze, placing a kiss right under your ear.

"You just wanted me to take care of you, yeah?" He cooed. "I'll take care of you, baby."

You let out a quiet moan. It was all he needed to twist your nipple through the cotton material of your dress, attaching his lips to your neck. He covered the sensitive skin there in slow, hot kisses. Your little mewls encouraged him to descend further down, brush against your collarbones before he lowered the front of your dress.

Beautiful.

He was already leaking and throbbing, fingers hooking into the soft cups of your bra to expose your breasts completely to his hungry eyes. With a grunt, he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue as your back arched.

You tasted sweet, so sweet he could barely restrain himself from bruising you with his mouth. He was getting impatient, desperate to bury his cock inside you and fuck you. But the dark night outside his window was so still, clocks no longer ticking under its spell. There was no need to rush. And every wet, open mouthed kiss he trailed down your body seemed to be messing with the mechanisms more, engines failing and falling apart in Father Time's tower.

His breathing came out heavier when he reached your navel, pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs. His fingertips danced across your skin, his nose brushing against the inside of your thigh. The only sign of you still being conscious was a small whimper that escaped you, delightful and thrilling to his ears.

Slowly, he revealed the black lace that hugged your curves, his eyes taking in every inch before focusing on the big, wet spot formed right in the middle. His breath caught in his throat.

He had no idea you'd be this wet. Just aching to be filled; or touched, or kissed. The beauty of it all was that you had no choice but to take whatever he was willing to give you. He could stand up, fuck your face and come all over it, leaving you to keep dripping and whining, unsatisfied and cold. Lonely.

But he would never do that. He promised he'd take care of you, didn't he? He had made this promise to himself even before he ever spoke it aloud. All he wanted was to love you. Worship you like you deserved.

"Baby," he sighed, his lips hovering just above your cute, soaked, covered clit. "Is this all for me?"

You only mewled, your head lolling to the side. Yoongi smiled, delicate fingers coming into contact with your mound only to pull your panties aside.

His cock twitched inside his jeans at the sight of you, bare, swollen and so fucking ready to be taken. He could practically see your little, empty hole clenching in need, wondering how it would feel if it did that around his dick.

He was moving forward before he even realized it, pink tongue poking out to rub into your slit. Your hips almost bucked; it was the most reaction you have shown so far, your breaths growing unsteady.

Yoongi could have came right then and there. If he thought you tasted sweet before, there were no words to describe it now, his tongue coated in the slick as it instantly dived in to taste more.

A deep, raspy hum escaped him. He sucked on your clit softly, feeling your leg twitch in response. He detached his mouth from you only to look up, murmur words of comfort even if that meant he'd die of thirst.

"It's okay."

He lifted himself up to climb on top of you again, dark eyes taking in your dilated pupils and parted lips. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek.

"Don't fight it, baby. Let yourself float away. I'll be here when you get back down."

Your eyes fluttered shut. Yoongi licked his lips before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss on each of your eyelids, a promise of protection behind the closed curtains, before his lips moved to hover above your ear.

"You'll wake up with me still inside you."

The uneasy, sharp intake of breath made him want to laugh. You couldn't quite keep up with the changes in his demeanor. There was no mystery to it, though. Of course Yoongi was the devil; nothing more, nothing less. But what kind of a devil didn't protect what he owned? You were his prey, his victim and his god all at once.

He stroked your hair, watching sleep take over you, dragging you deep, deep into a mute darkness. He let his forehead rest in the crook of your neck for a moment, trying his best not to let impatience take over him now and ruin everything.

But who was he kidding? There was no way he could hold back, and there was no need for that either. Not when he had so much time.

With a quiet groan, he unbuckled his belt, sliding his jeans down just enough to free himself of their tight confines and grip his cock. He pressed the flushed tip in between your soaked folds, pushing forward no more than an inch before he paused. His brows furrowed, sweat breaking over his body.

You were so warm and tight. He could feel you pulsing and leaking around him, the silky heat trying to suck him in deeper.

He was a goner.

With a curse and one, smooth thrust forward, he plunged the rest of his thick cock deep inside you and immediately set a pace. Low groans filled up the room, followed by the slick sound of skin slapping on skin.

Something about the way you couldn't respond or even move made his stomach clench. Utter devotion. Complete surrender. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and the fact had his cock throbbing, pushing him closer to the edge. He could kiss you, leave his imprint on your soul, then slap you and leave another one on your cheek. He could play with you in any way he liked, defile any hole he wanted. The thought prompted him to fuck you harder, shivers crawling up his spine. You'd probably wake up so beautifully bruised from the force of his thrusts, aching-

His stomach dropped low. Fuck, he could kill you. The realization hit him like a freight train. You were so, so fucked up, and so perfect. You put your body and soul into his hands, to damage, to love, to own completely.

He came hard, his head dropping into your neck. You clenched around his cock so much, in the haze he briefly wondered if you were coming too. He moaned, rutting his hips into you desperately, fucking his cum into like you deserved. Because honestly, what a slut. What a fucking angel.

Perfection personified.

In the morning, you came to rather... slowly. The curtains were closed, but daylight still broke through, casting some light into the dim room. Yoongi was right there, kissing you awake. Still buried deep inside you like he promised, feeling your walls tighten around him as your eyes fluttered open. A soft moan slipped past your lips, a shiver following when you registered the finger circling your nipple, hard and wet with his spit. He groaned, his thrusts slow and deep, though a new kind of fire ignited inside him as your eyes locked. He's been waiting so patiently for you to wake up, feel his cock stretching you open. React. Realize just how much he ruined you for any other man. Tell him you loved him.

Your back arched under him. You tried to wrap your arms around his neck, but something immediately halted your movements, holding your arms back.

The clinking of metal made your head snap up.

Yoongi stilled, observing you take in the handcuffs restraining you to the headboard. Confusion - then panic. Wide eyes, a gasp, combined with a clench.

Groaning, he started trailing soft kisses across your neck, his free hand squeezing your ass.

"You good?"

He repeated the same question he had asked you last night. You whimpered, your muscles still too weak to aid you in any attempts at resistance.

He smirked, pressing the next kiss under your ear.

"Name's Yoongi," he murmured. "Scream it, moan it, whine it all you want, baby. I wanna hear you. Don't worry - no one else will."

You quivered beneath him and around him, your breath catching in your throat when his hips rolled into you again, returning to their steady rhythm.

"Y-yoongi-" it was a whine, and it was enthralling to hear, as was the shakiness in your voice. "What are you doing?"

He moaned into your ear.

"What do you mean, baby? Did you expect me to ever let you go?"

He lifted his head to lean his forehead on yours, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat. He felt your pulse race beneath his fingers, though he didn't press hard. He felt your pussy fluttering, too, a fresh wave of arousal flooding his cock. There was no denying your desires or your true nature.

"Don't even pretend you want that, angel. I'm gonna keep you. Yeah? Is that okay with you, babygirl? Would you like that, slut?"

You cried out, your thighs shaking around him as you came. Yoongi picked up his pace and fucked you all the way through it. Your orgasm quickly tipped him over the edge too, breathy, mindless praises falling from his lips.

Yeah, yeah, fuck, you little- ngh- you're mine, mine, mine, I'm gonna- fuck, yeah, good little girl.

Sensitive and spent, with his chest pressed against yours, he tried to catch his breath. Your heart seemed to be pounding in sync with his, fear and excitement mixing together to create a heady cocktail.

He lifted himself up, eyes hooded and hair messy, only to look down at you and kiss you again. Sip, sip, sip. There was no getting sober from this kind of liquor.

His lips moved against yours tenderly, with meaning, with purpose. With messages he needed to deliver.

You're safe with me.

Nothing in the world would ever hurt you again, except him. But you craved that. And he'd give you anything you'd ask for.

You're beautiful.

Filthy, pure, fucked up, perfect. In every way.

You're mine.

He sincerely hoped you wrote a heartfelt goodbye note to your old life, friends and family; or what he liked to call collateral damage. No one who helped you break yourself to pieces deserved to be around anymore, let alone around you.

It was time to start anew.

"Do your wrists hurt?" He sighed into your lips, barely stopping himself from diving in for another kiss.

You nodded slightly, your eyes still closed. Yoongi purred, his heart tightening in his chest. He had absolutely zero qualms about setting you free. This was what you wanted; no matter how much internal conflict you might have to go through. This was what you needed; for someone to take the weight of the world off your shoulders and bear it instead.

He unlocked the handcuffs and placed a few kisses onto your hands. You wouldn't run away. It was clear in the way you lay beneath him, accepting his affection with a flush, even if you did shake a little. Besides...

"I have a gift for you," he whispered, looking up at you. "From last night."

You exhaled softly, then froze as he leaned in to speak the next words into your ear, voice low and lips quirked upwards.

"How about a movie night, baby?"

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.  REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons, etc.

pawn and arisen edition!

TAGGED BY: @sangre!! THANK YOU BREE i am so sorry it took me 1000 years to get around to this!!!! TAGGING: @godzillaahh, @famewolf and @killdragons since i know you guys have dd2 ocs and i'd love to learn their #lore! if anyone else wants to yoink this from me, feel totally free to say i tagged you, too!

the arisen

name: aurelien. nicknames: "rel" is the main one! he actually introduces himself as rel more often than his actual name. age: 32. race: human. gender: male (he/him). orientation: he's gay!!! zodiac: leo. giggle. moral alignment: chaotic neutral, but he tends to lean into goodness more often than not as his journey progresses. he can just be a total brat, so, you know. class/subclass: rel is an EXTREMELY skilled mage; healing magic and holy magic are his absolute fortes. he devotes a lot of time to studying defensive spells in particular. (he's a skilled healer in a general sense - not squeamish in the face of gore and very good at crafting medicines, antidotes and the like. naturally, he's very knowledgeable of herbs, too.) i think that he'd see success in pretty much any vocation that doesn't require him to like, face is enemies head-on, and prefers to be Far Away from the front lines. he would NOT do well as a warrior or fighter. do NOT touch him!!!! don't do it!!!! background: rel was dumped off at a temple as a baby and raised by the clergy there. it takes a village, etc etc. he was named aurelien by the head priest due to his golden blond hair. rel had a pretty good childhood within the temple, but he had a flair for the dramatic and was quite obnoxious; he never wanted to join the priesthood or practice a life of modest restraint. he got up to a LOT of mischief and was in trouble pretty much constantly with the rest of the clergy.

(and he was seriously a handful; stealing alms for personal use, pulling pranks on others, running away for days at a time, not adhering to the dress code, etc. contrary to his rather angelic appearance, he was quite the delinquent with one hell of a selfish streak.)

but there was still a lot of familial love there, and he took his studies within the temple very seriously. as such, he was a very proficient healer from a young age and helped out often, particularly with aiding ill worshippers and the like. i also definitely see him as kind of a 'leader' amongst the other orphans at the temple - and arguably quite the bad influence... but he was their champion in a lot of ways, who never backed down from speaking up for them. upon coming of age, he left the temple - because, again, him becoming a priest was a laughable concept and he really wanted to See The World - but he still sends everyone funds, medicines and gifts very often during his travels. he tends to keep this secret from others, tho, because he doesn't want to put a target on the temple, so to speak - or, worse yet, to appear 'soft.' he is also quite pious despite his ostentatious demeanor and prays often. i associate him with gold and everything it symbolises. interests/hobbies: he LOVES reading fairy tales; he loves tales of gallant knights and heroism!!! he can't RELATE to those heroes, but he thinks they're dreamy. lmao. he often dreamt of one such knight whisking away from his routine days in the temple for a grand adventure filled with excitement, which... sort of happened? kind of? vaguely? ...anyway. he is also a skilled medic and would probably do well as an apothecary. furthermore, he loves fashion and tends to want to buy all sorts of fancy, impractical clothes. lmao. he has a certain fondness for feathers and gold; a very 'angelic' sort of aesthetic. spoken languages: common! and he can communicate with dragons, ofc. profession: he is the arisen!!! he embraces his destiny to become the sovran to a pretty naive degree at first. (his initial reaction was very much like 'yes, yes, that makes complete sense - i knew i was destined for greatness!' once the more serious aspects of the role come to light, he's significantly less ridiculous and cocky about it. were it not for his main pawn, slate, and the sights that they see during their journey together, he'd probably do his best to worm out of any sort of duty whatsoever. height: ~5'3" colors: GOLDS and oranges. warmth, warmth, warmth. fruits: cherries and peaches! drinks: he likes anything sweet - juices and the like, especially if alcohol is involved. alcoholic beverages: (points at the above answer) LMFAO. i think fruit wines and sweet rums would be his drinks of choice. smokes: yes; as a teenager, rel would hide behind the temple with a pipe and would scramble to hide the smoke when one of the stricter nuns approached. fdlkdjdfkg he isn't a very heavy smoker as an adult and eventually drops the habit entirely during his travels thanks to a Certain Someone's pestering. drugs: ...yeas:) he claims it's all medicinal. it is not all medicinal. drivers license: LMAO. NO. AND THANK GOD FOR THAT. ever been arrested: every time rel gets in trouble with the law, he pulls the 'umm what? little old me? im an angel. im a Man of the Cloth!' (<- is not even a man of the cloth) and he manages to get out of it. he is a menace. but no, he has not ever been arrested. lmfao.

the main pawn

name: slate. nicknames: rel occasionally calls him 'stone,' 'stony' or 'sir stony' lmfao; it started off as an insult whenever slate was being a particular stick-in-the-mud (in rel's eyes), but it's eventually a term of teasing endearment. slate allows this from rel but will side-eye anyone else who calls him one of those stone-related names LMFAO. age: he appears to be in his mid-thirties, but... pawn moment. race: ...again, pawn moment. gender: male, he/him. orientation: definitely some form of aromantic; he has very little interest in romance and will react with total taciturnity to being flirted with by, like, 99% of people. rel is the 1% exception to this, and even that took a while and was very confusing for him. zodiac: capricorn. moral alignment: true neutral. whatever rel says, goes. class/subclass: fighter, as he is highly skilled with a shield and with adopting a more defensive fighting style - but he's fine with any vocation which allows him to get up close to the enemy and brawl, so he'd excel as a warrior, too. he doesn't do well when asked to keep at a distance, as he wants to tank hits that would otherwise be directed at rel. he would also prefer if rel didn't get in melee range as he does NOT like to see rel get hurt in any capacity. they definitely have a certain synergy. (ftr, he would probably be Okay as a thief, but he tends to be bad at stealthing - again, he is a TANK, he wants to have the enemy's attentions on him and him alone. kind of the opposite of what a thief should be doing. LMAO.) background: everything happened very quickly in regards to slate's summoning. when prompted to reach into the rift for a pawn, rel thought back to classic stories of heroism and knighthood - the sort of fairy tales and manuscripts that he read during his time in the temple. because... well, if he was to be sovran, he'd obviously need the most powerful knight to ever exist. so he wanted someone HANDSOME!!! who could serve HIM!!!! first and foremost!!! with the utmost loyalty.

...and it was actually extremely childish on rel's part!

because he didn't consider how their personalities would mesh at all in reality. rel can be a pretty selfish person, and he basically wanted someone who was selfless to an alarming degree, you know? and so this juxtaposition between his and slate's respective personalities was a hugeee issue during their initial time together. slate would go along with rel's whims without a single complaint; he would literally injure himself terribly if rel commanded it. naturally, this frustrated the highly opinionated, headstrong rel, and, for a time, he took an absolutely horrible approach to slate where he'd basically shove slate into bad circumstances in an attempt to have his loyalty break. (spoiler: it never did.) it was a source of genuine worry for rel eventually, going much deeper than him simply having a guilty conscience. the first time slate fell in battle and left rel alone, rel felt completely gutted and sick with worry; he blamed himself for pushing slate too hard and for not having the healing prowess to back him up. he knew that he could just bring slate back and scrambled to do so, but he didn't realise just how much he had come to rely on his knight and was beyond relieved to see him again. meanwhile, slate really just... had complete faith in rel, lmao. he was chilling. shit happens. he approached their relationship with a cold professionalism and he'd remind rel that he was his pawn and that his loyalty was simply part of his charge. as rel's initial frustrations gave way to genuine care and encouragement for slate to voice his honest thoughts and feelings, slate begins to defrost and come into his own. like i said before, i associate aurelien with gold; the extravagence and malleability of it. slate, on the other hand, is practical. it represents staunchness; balance and strength. those are pretty much characteristic of slate as a character. anyway, eventually, they have a very classic 'healer and tank' sort of relationship, except... very... 'someone will die!' / 'someone will definitely die.' interests/hobbies: slate is like... comically into archealogy and history. his enthusiasm for some particularly impressive ruins breaks through his usual stoic coolheadedness and it's pretty funny. he's great at foraging and really enjoys exploring the natural world. he also absolutely loves sparring, especially if rel is watching. and especially if he wins. teehee. spoken languages: common. profession: holy paladin knight-captain vibes for sure... (tho he has a #dark aesthetic lmfao) ... but he is pretty much fixated on keeping rel safe. he doesn't trust anyone else with him. NO EXCEPTIONS!!!!! height: around 6'3"! colors: where rel is warm, slate is cold. silvers and blues. fruits: he has a particular fondness for blackberries. drinks: slate likes strong, bitter drinks! he doesn't really like anything sweet, though... he will just give those drinks to rel. alcoholic beverages: slate has incredible tolerance when it comes to alcohol; he enjoys whiskeys in particular and can practically down multiple glasses of it without so much as flinching. with that said, he prefers to keep a clear head at all times, and if he feels his focus begin to wane, he will stop drinking immediately. smokes: no. he doesn't see the point of it and, when they're close enough for such things, will admonish rel for smoking anything lmfao. drugs: occasionally, but, again, he has insanely high tolerance when it comes to the influence of herbs and the like, so it's pretty much a waste to offer him anything. he'll really only Partake to humor rel, but, even then, he usually ends up being the one taking care of rel when he's zonked out. flkdlkgdfh drivers license: he can drive a carriage but isn't fond of it. again, he likes the natural world a lot, so he'd rather wander in the wilderness and stay off the roads. ever been arrested: no, but he'd like to see someone try.

[jamiesfootball]

more leverage/tl thoughts. any time they need someone undercover in sports or labor, they send eliot. which of course makes sense. for eliot. and also probably au roy.

but consider: jamie is NO good at any of that stuff. he can do a lot of sports, especially anything where you have to be fast or agile, and he takes the boxing job - though he has to fight roy on it, but roy is on his last legs and they all know it. but when it comes to labor jamie doesn't know how to do shit, and he's prissy too. doesn't like getting his hands dirty. he's totally comfortable in his own sweat, sure, but he even gets a bit squeamish at blood he was the one to spill especially if it gets on him (this was never a reason roy cited for why he didn't think jamie should be their new hitter, but in hindsight it's Very Obvious lmao).

anyway, so the team is always like yeah you send in the hitter to fill an undercover role in labor, because his asset is his body, right? wrong. there's a gradient when jamie switches from hitting to hacking, a small transitional period of time where he's doing both, but roy always has to step in for any "hitter" job that isn't... well, hitting. he gives jamie all kinds of shit for being a gen z city boy who doesn't know how to change a tire or whatever, but tbf he's glad for the excuse to only be part time retired lol.

& then when they bring isaac(?) on to be roy's replacement since jamie didn't work out (and roy never stops saying he told everyone so about that), he doesn't know how to do a lot of labor stuff too, but he's happy to learn - unlike jamie, who would do the work of course but he'd whine about it and even when he shut up and bore it you could still tell he hated every second - but usually they don't have time for him to get fully trained in stuff so they have roy on comms talking him thru it and jamie always chimes in with totally wrong info just to be obnoxious aksjfks.

My hand didn't slip so much as it went ice skating, stayed out past curfew, and forgot why we were here in the first place:

"How are you so bad at this?” Roy asked over comms, and it took every bit of his restraint for Jamie not to throw the big-scissors right through the mark’s window.

Bad enough that he had to put up with the older man critiquing his fighting style on a daily basis, and the smugness when he pinned Jamie in a headlock, and the eyerolls when he thought Jamie was being purposely ignorant about some complicated maneuver.

(And he wasn't being deliberately obtuse. Roy just knew more obscure fighting techniques than God, and appeared to think that Jamie should have learned capoeira on the back streets of Manchester while reading a dictionary.)

That's what Jamie had to put up with if he wanted to get better. That was the price of having a stable gig, one that paid per diem even when they weren't on the con. Ted basically paid him to hone his craft, on the off-chance it'd be useful to him later. Jamie banked money, his bones didn't break, and the only note on his head these days were the sticky notes Roy left on his forehead when Jamie nodded off in the breakroom.

("I think it says 'Dante's Inferno,'" Keeley said as they shared a stolen sandwich; Roy really was a good cook. She squinted at the tiny, furious handwriting. "Do you think it's a clue?")

He understood the old man was frustrated; his grandad knee had the structural integrity of a broken bottle that'd been glued back together. He'd be stuck in Beard's weird, smelly little van for at least the duration of the job. But it didn't give him the right to be a dick to Jamie about yard work. Where did Roy get off thinking Jamie had ever learned to prune a rose bush?

"You can't cut it down that low or you risk it having to grow up from the graft."

Jamie yanked the big-scissors back from a deadened stalk. “Then you should’ve swapped me with Keeley,” he hissed.

A while ago she'd been gagging over the comms. Her and Ted had a long debate--the kind Jamie could never get away with--about whether she actually had to clean the mark's bathroom as part of her reconnaissance. Yes, the tank was an excellent place to hide stolen jewels; no, she'd never found one there in her life.

Jamie wondered if the housekeepers wore maid outfits. Keeley would look dead fit in a maid outfit. He'd look dead fit in a maid outfit. Anything would look better on him than the gray, stiff-collared maintenance uniform Beard had presented him without comment.

The earbuds made it sound like Roy was right behind him, whispering disapprovingly, "Keeley's on the inside so she can crack the safe when she finds it. And you're supposed to be keeping a lookout on the armed guards. Focus." The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Focus, he said. Like Jamie had the luxury of forgetting that not ten metres away stood a burly man armed with an assault rifle and a blind spot in the cameras. All Jamie had was a pair of big-scissors and a prickly old bastard in his ear.

Honestly? He'd rather scrub the bathroom.

Jamie could scrub the hell out of a bathroom. Hell, he could scrub a carpet so well the landlord would never find the bloodstain. Roy might get high and mighty when Jamie admitted that he'd never used a drill or whatever, but Jamie knew the ins and outs of patching holes in the wall. He couldn’t change a tire, but he could steal a hubcap in under thirty seconds. He couldn’t slice an onion, but he could make twenty pounds at the grocers stretch for two weeks. Crouched eye-level with the rose bush and with a hidden spycam on his top button, him and Roy faced the same barren pot of twigs. Somehow Roy could see the instructions that would guide it to blooming, but Jamie couldn't. To him the rose bush was a dead thing, simple as that.

The big-scissors in his hand curved sharp and short with a thick handle for wielding. He was sure they had real a name for them, but he was also pretty sure his dad used to have something similar around for threatening the debtors who ran late on payments.

He could use a hammer. Roy never asked him if he knew how to use a hammer.

He made another go at the rose bush and got himself pricked for his trouble.

"Shit!" he swore, and over the comms Roy demanded to know, "Are you bleeding?"

"Don't leave DNA," Beard added. Jamie startled; he'd forgotten about the creepy weirdo entirely.

Danger shifted to his left. The guard rounded towards him, boots crunching in the gravel. "Hey! Is there a problem?"

Roy swore. Beard warned him not to engage.

Jamie rose to his feet with his best charming grin slapped on like a plaster over a nasty prick. He held his bleeding hand out like an offering, and with the other he slipped the big-scissors into the sleeve of his shirt.

One of Rebecca's first rules of the con: if you're uncomfortable, use it to make the mark uncomfortable.

He squeezed the big-scissors tight. "Yeah sorry, mate. Got a bit of a nasty cut--don't want it to infect. Could you point me somewhere I could clean up?"

[glowingbadger]

Seteth and dirty talk? Him doing the dirty talk if possible ;) if You'd prefer to fluster him with dirty talk I'm all for it :D

I missed St. Cichol Day so I'm pushing this one further up on my queue to atone and get that sweet Seteth goodness in here for us~ I thought long and hard about how to do this one, since I always feel that Seteth struggles so much with even acknowledging and understanding his own desires, let alone expressing them aloud, so... what I'm saying is, I hope we're feeling ready to be verbally dominated by way of vaguely religiously toned lecture. With, like, a side of voice kink I guess idfk

Quick CW for the sub-dom dynamic here, but honestly, the way I write Seteth, that's practically a given lmao

Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader

Kink prompts list #50 - dirty talk

NSFW 18+

Perhaps, after a handful of blissful nights being disciplined and scolded in his bed, you should have expected your body would react to hearing that particular forceful tone in Seteth's voice. You'd happened to arrive at his office in the midst of what sounded like an especially firm lecture- even by his standards. It's not at all an uncommon thing to have stumbled upon, but now, your body responds in a way you hadn't been prepared for. Today, eavesdropping from the second floor hall, you can't help the flood of erotic warmth through your core, the thudding of your heart, the way your pulse races at the potent reminder of him bending you over his knee to admonish you. The response is fully subconscious- it's learned. Trained. For a moment, you almost manage to feel sorry for whatever student is at the receiving end of Seteth's wrath, but your instinctive arousal distracts you from any thought but the need for satisfaction.

"I expect you to reflect gravely upon your actions," his voice is stern still, but softening as you listen from beyond the oaken office door, "The future you build for yourself will be the direct consequence of the habits and morals you develop now in your youth. You would do well to correct these failings before they come to bring you harm. That is all."

By the time the thoroughly humbled student is excused and scurries past you and down the hall, you catch yourself biting at your lower lip, restless with desire.

You slip into Seteth's office, making sure to close the door behind you. He's already returned to his desk, his brow low and eyes focused on the nightmarish sprawl of paperwork before him. On seeing you, however, his irritable expression immediately softens.

"Ah- do you need something of me, my love?"

You smile, but gesture for him not to leave his seat on your account. Instead, you come to stand behind him, running your hands fondly along his tense shoulder muscles.

"Not in particular, I just figured I'd check up on you," he relaxes just slightly at your touch, "It's been a busy term, huh?"

"That it has," he sighs, his eyes never leaving the work in hand though he does lean back to you, "Would you join Flayn for dinner in my stead tonight?"

"She'll be cross with you for working late again," you lean forward, drawing your arms around him from behind his chair.

"I imagine so, yes," he replies with a bemused sigh. Pressing your body to his back, you let your breath tease the barely concealed point of his ear as you say,

"Maybe you'll even be the one getting lectured for once,"

His body tenses at the gentle sensation.

"I... had hoped that you hadn't overheard that unpleasantness before you arrived."

"Just a bit as you were finishing up," you kiss the shell of his ear, and feel his frame shudder in response, "But to be honest... I actually sort of enjoy getting to hear you being so stern and serious."

Seteth stiffens against you, his posture rigid and his face warming as your hands run along his chest. Still, he maintains a semblance of restraint.

"From what I'm told, it is not a rare occurrence."

"I don't mean your usual seriousness," you say with a laugh that flutters through his hair, "I mean, you know, more... Authoritative. Commanding."

Your teeth graze his ear, and you feel his breathing stall, his jaw tightening as he stifles a groan.

"Dearest..." he says breathlessly, "You... are well aware of my feelings on this sort of thing during working hours."

You hum playfully in reply, then slowly kiss a line down to the corner of his jaw.

"But you've been so busy lately, I've been lonely..."

Seteth clears his throat.

"I am afraid we will both simply have to be patient, my love."

The ironic impatience evident in the strain of his voice draws your lips into a smirk. Pressing yourself warm against him, your hands running along the firm muscles of his chest, you nuzzle the crook of his neck and say,

"And what if I simply can't wait to have you, Seteth? Not all of us can be as unshakably virtuous as you are, you know."

Seteth rises to his feet in one abrupt motion, wresting your arms from him. You let out a squeak of surprise as he seizes you around the waist and pulls you to face him, the back of your legs against his desk as he traps you between it and him. His gaze is full of fire and fury, but his words are unyielding,

"If you struggle to embody virtue, then you must learn it- and you will do so, by my hand alone."

"Seteth-" you barely manage his name, your fight and your breath both leaving you at once.

"I'll not tolerate a moment more of this wanton behavior, Y/N," there's that tone again- that forceful, uncompromising tone that already has your pulse racing and your body warming, "Perhaps you require a reminder of the consequences you stand to face."

You can't get a word out. You only nod.

Please. Please.

Seteth's hand at your chin keeps your gaze trained on him, his touch heated, yet anything but tender.

"You will await me in my quarters this evening, undressed and on your knees, do you understand? I expect to see you ready to bear your punishment with utmost humility and gratitude."

Again, you slowly nod.

"Answer me properly, Y/N."

There's a dangerous edge to his voice. His brow lowers as he looms over you, and you manage,

"Ye- Yes, sir."

"Very good." His expression is contemplative as a fingertip traces the curve of your bottom lip. "We will correct this shameful behavior, Y/N. If I must take you across my lap and strike you until you repent, then so be it. If I must use your lips and throat to train you in obedience, then I shall do so."

A tremor rushes down your spine, and you nearly whimper aloud. Those arresting green eyes hold you rooted to the spot as he speaks, his voice low but firm.

"I will discipline each and every inch of you until I see you trembling beneath me. I will bring you to the very brink of release to hear you beg and plead to me for mercy, and I shall grant you pleasure or withhold it as I see fit. You will worship until your body aches and you can think of nothing but your utter and complete submission."

Like a holy sermon, his words build until they wash over you, enter deep inside of you, leaving your face flushed and knees weak.

"Then, once I am satisfied with your penance, and no sooner," his gaze darkens, though his hand gently caresses your cheek, "then, perhaps, a Saint will hear and answer your prayers."

You're not certain how you're still breathing, let alone still standing. Your hands have steadied you back against his desk, but your legs feel unsteady beneath you. Still, despite it all, you force out a meek whisper,

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Apparently pleased with this reply, Seteth leans close and warmly, gently kisses your forehead. The sweet tenderness of the act is so deeply at odds with the lurid filth that's filled your imagination that you're not certain how to respond. You want to grab him by his robes and kiss him, want to beg him to pin you to his desk here and now, to fuck obedience and humility into you until the whole Monastery hears how good you can be for him. But that would not be in line with the type of punishment he has in store for you, would it?

"Now then, I am certain you have your own matters to attend to until I see you this evening," Seteth's tone is rigid and business-like once more, shaking you from your lustful daze. He returns to the seat at his desk as you watch him with a sullen pout across your face.

"Seteth," you practically whine his name, "That wasn't fair at all- how am I supposed to just go about my day like this?"

He glances up at you over the paperwork in hand, and says with just the barest hint of a smile,

"On the contrary, I can hardly think of a better way to begin your disciplinary training. I am certain that you can endure it graciously until we meet tonight."

[mitsuyaya]

Hi can i order mellow carnation + kita + 17 + mami (hush let me live my dreams xD)/love + zack tabudlo nangangamba. Thank u.

Shuta ang creative nyo sa mga events! I'm so jelly! Also this is so exciting! Wishing u all luck for this event!

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚 (𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝)

♡ contains: 976 words. friends to lovers, unrequited but not actually, light angst to fluff

♡ summary: With every tug of the rope from the other side, you let yourself fall, you let yourself lose – if it means making Kita happy and unaware of your feelings then you don't regret anything.

♡ end note: I forgot to use the petname 💀 (lmao i just posted this now bcos I'm so lazy)

Avoidance is the better option, for now that is.

Simply turning the other way, diverting your gaze and trying to avoid confrontations with him is just a temporary solution to a problem that will soon be permanent.

Hide and seek was one of the childish games you used to love and play with as a kid — funny, you're using those skills in real life now.

Hiding behind the classroom doors, making yourself tiny and unnoticeable amidst the bustling crowd, dashing to get to the other building in order to avoid him, to avoid your friend.

It's strange those skills you learned were still lacking, that after your years of practice, mastering the art of stealthing – you'll still be found, would still be the ‘sore loser’ in this kind of game.

That after all the barricades you throw yourself into, in the end it's of no use, because with just one call you're weak, with one look at him you'll be easy to give in – when Kita calls out your name, you'll be defeated again.

With his dull brown eyes, drooping with exhaustion, you found yourself being submerged into nothingness once again. Sinking into distress, anxiety and fear once more – a never ending cycle once you look at those eyes.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n? Did I do something wrong?” he starts, sunken eyes still fixated on yours, still staring at your soul.

His palms are soft against your trembling wrist, if he wasn't focused on your face he would've noticed that you're shaking, from fear or from the adrenaline of running – it's unidentifiable.

Tilting your head to the side, mustering the final restraint to keep your facade: “You didn't do anything wrong, I'm just busy these days.”

“You’re lying”

In any other day you hoped that Kita notices your every movement, every little changes, the minor details you do – craved for his attention on you always, to look and notice you only, but now you're begging for him to not be observant, to bury those words just the way it is now and just dig for it some other time.

Seems like that won't be happening.

“Tell me why are you avoiding me, have I made you uncomfortable? Did I do something to offend you? Did I unconsciously—”

“No”

“Then tell me the reason” he pleads, with his hands gripping your wrist, so tight that you could feel your chest tightening yet loose that you could feel him slip away with just one wrong move.

“Please”

Please, tell me so I can understand.

Would risking be the better solution?

Avoidance seems to be out of the choices.

Should you just risk it and let fate play what it wants or should you just run and find a better place to hide, start another game of hide and seek?

Please Y/n, I don't want to lose you like this, I don't want for us to drift away without doing anything.

Conscience really does play a huge part in a human’s nature.

“I-i just thought I can't be your friend anymore, I don't want to be just your friend.”

For a second you contemplate whether to finish it or not, finish the sentence and then what? Ruin your friendship.

Leaving it just like that? Also ruining your friendship.

“I think I like you Kita and I just don't know what to do, so I thought if I avoid you and won't see you again maybe my feelings would be gone… but it didn't”

Aside from hide and seek, this whole thing is like playing tug of war; with you on the other side and Kita on the opposing side.

Putting all of your strength and effort into tugging the rope while he does the same — there's three outcomes: you lose and fall flat, you win but he'll fall, or it'll break and both of you would fall.

At first you find losing to be a better alternative, find him laugh without ever knowing that anxiety cripples your heart and mind, find him smile at you without knowing how much it loses your breath, find him be the man you could never have while you cower in defeat.

Truly it's the lamest option, but what else can you do, what else is there?

Be selfish and win the game but watch him walk away from you? That's much worse.

“It’s fine if you don't feel the same, I wasn't expecting you to–”

“Who told you I don't feel the same way?”

Kita releases your wrist, catches your hands and guides it to his face – that look in his face that you loved resurfaces, glimmering with utmost bliss, corners of his lips reaching his ears, you're afraid his cheeks will fall off.

“I like you too” his sincerity radiates through you, engulfing you in his arms with such gentleness that it felt unrealistic.

“I also felt scared telling you so I didn't say anything but the others told me to confess.” his breathing lulls you, heaving up and down – this still feels like a dream, everything is.

His arm on your waist, the other resting on your cheek, his lips pressed on your crown – time felt unmoving.

“I like you y/n, promise me you won't avoid me again” if everything is a dream, then, would staying be alright?

Would living in this fever dream mean you committed a crime? Then if so, you're willing to be a sinner.

You're more than happy to commit a crime if it meant staying in his warmth.

“I promise.”

The whole thing is still a mess, everything; from the confession, the reciprocation of feelings, the evasion – everything still seems to be lacking, still unclear and yet the silence and warmth is enough for now.

Everything seems to be clear when he's near, maybe for now, this would be a better explanation.

[spywitch]

When I got my dog, because I was working as a dog trainer and had a lot of pressure on me there to preform well, and because she is a “difficult” breed, I felt ENORMOUS pressure to be like the best dog owner ever and best trainer ever and make her perfect. I had panic attacks from guilt and anxiety that I wasn’t doing enough with her. And I worked my ass off, but the training place I worked at was horrible and taught me horrible, stupid things and I made a lot of mistakes with her. But she still ended up so wonderful, even if theres some shit I fucked up with her.

So its like… I always am aware I miiiight be projecting some of that guilt and insecurity about how I raised my own dog onto others, but I genuinely cannot understand when other people have barely any drive to learn to train their dogs, even in a way thats just for the dog’s benefit (like say, desensitizing them to grooming and vet visits). Its almost physically painful to me when someone keeps bringing their puppy that is Horrific for nail trims in to the vet to have us force the dog to let us do it, when the dog is at a critical age where they have the best odds of turning them around and learning cooperative care. And like I get it cooperative care is so damn time and patience consuming especially with a dog thats already adverse to something, and im not perfect with it and its one think i regret neglecting to do more with my puppy, but my god nothing is worse than watching cute little german shepherds knowing theyre going to devolve into little monsters at the vet that need 3 ppl to hold them down for nail trims (which lol is another issue I just have in general that I dont think we should be doing that at the vet, but thats not my choice lmao).

I just. Dont understand why we are city people out here getting australian shepherds, shiba inus, huskies and german shepherds and shit and not doing like. Anything with them. Then throwing them at already overworked grooming and vet professionals like “good luck.” Like if u got ur dog as an adult thats one thing (but still not always a lost cause) but ppl with puppies… try? A little? Like ur GONNA fuck up with your first dog, I sure did. But like most ppl are not Trying, at least not hard enough. It is nottt normalized enough and education is not out there enough how to properly desensitize your dog to things and do basic socialization. And not enough people realize this needs to start DAY ONE of bringing home your 8 wk or however old puppy, not waiting til 8 months later when they have major issues (bc all teenage dogs are assholes but its so much worse if they have no good foundations as a puppy). I dont even give af if ur dog can walk on a leash, just like maybe help them not think theyre being murdered when someone holds them in a light restraint or touches their feet

[riseofthecommonwoodpile]

advice for someone looking for a dom, tips for first irl meet or anything? i think the way you openly share about your sex life inspired me to get on fetlife lol

so, sorry to take a long time responding to this, i was mulling it over in my mind for a while to see if i have anything much useful to say. i don't know that i do, but here's something, at least:

the best thing you can do, in my view, is to go to local munches and sloshes, meet people, get to know the community around you. as someone with terrrrrible social anxiety, i know that can be a terrifying prospect, but if you're looking for something longer term than a one or two night thing, even if you aren't looking for something romantic, you'll want to actually like any dom you're playing with as a person and not just as a kink dispenser, and making friends in the community makes it easier to meet additional people anyways. it's the difference between going on a date with someone you've met a few times irl and know you have a rapport with versus someone off tinder where you have no idea how you'll vibe, and i personally much prefer the former (though i do still meet plenty of people on tinder or grindr, so hey)

if your anxiety is too much to do something like that, then look at local groups on fet and see if there's any personal ads that strike your fancy, or post your own. talk to people for at least a few messages before meeting up, and always meet in public first and let someone know where you're going and when they should expect you back or to hear from you. weird tip, but relevant i think: masturbate and cum before you agree to meeting anyone or doing anything, so you know it's something you are actively interested and not just horny for at the moment. may sound dumb, but i've definitely almost made some very bad decisions while super horny that i avoided by just jerking off and getting that post-nut clarity of like "oh wait, that's a bad idea and i don't want to do it".

additionally, i would highly, *highly* recommend not doing any play involving restraints the first time doing a scene with someone in private. any type of kink play involves a lot of trust and some inherent degree of risk, but being able to get away or fight back if something bad starts happening is super important. risk mitigation, especially early on when you're still learning, is crucial shit. in general, if there's any kink clubs near you, i would really recommend playing there first, because if someone is going wrong or if the person you're with is ignoring you safewording and saying no, there will (at every public space i've been to) be people whose job for the night is monitoring the dungeon and intervening if need be.

no matter which method you choose or how you meet someone, be clear and honest about any experience or lack of experience you have, both for your safety and theirs, mental and physical. if you've only done something to yourself, say that explicitly and not "i've done X", because those are very different situations. there's nothing wrong with being a beginner in something, as long as you are honest and direct about it, and you'll have a much healthier and more enjoyable experience versus being thrown into the deep end because you fudged your experience level with X or Y or Z. also: aftercare is important for almost everyone, and even if you find you don't need it, which is very unlikely (i used to think i didn't need aftercare, but it turns out i was just ignoring sub drop because i was so depressed generally it didn't seem abnormal lmao), the other person very likely does, even if they're the top or dom in the scene. common trick is also have some dark chocolate in the fridge for the day or two afterwards lol, it sounds silly but it has genuinely helped me with sub drop.

uhhhh i mean there's a lot more i could get into, but it gets into a lot of things that require knowing specifics on your situation, and you're much better off meeting people in the community IRL and learning from those with more experience, asking for help and answers to questions when you don't know things or even just need clarification. hopefully that's at least somewhat helpful though

(also brought up in mentions, there are people who offer classes on kink 101 stuff and there's books as well [Screw the Roses Send Me the Thorns is a common rec i feel], but i personally don't love them [at least for beginner stuff, i have done and loved plenty of classes on more specific subjects], and a lot of "you should do this in a kink relationship" advice is incredibly specific to the personal outlook and experience of the person writing, and not usually something that can be easily universalized)

[emoselenas]

2023

jesus christ. lmao

well.

real quick- i'm basically never posting the link to these again. either people know where to find them or they don't. i think it's better that way.

for the first week of this year i had only one eye. i had poked my eyeball with my wire brush and couldn't open it without experiencing excruciating pain for days. i think that dumb little injury- unfortunate, yet kinda funny- really set the tone for 2023.

the first few months i was essentially in hibernation. we were hard at work tracking vocals on the with sails ahead record well into april, technically may too. we ran into so many setbacks- joe got sick, then i got sick (or vice versa???), one night i had a really bad crying spell and stayed home, sometimes shit just came up- it was incredibly difficult. and we were losing our minds feeling like this record was taking forever to get done. five nights a week spent tracking vocals, sometimes doing upwards of 60 takes (sry joe) to get my takes as perfect as possible. it was fucking. tough. and there's still things i wish i could have done differently, but we got it done.

it's kind of angering to think about how i've gotten better as a vocalist even in the time since, and i wish i could apply what i've learned to the record. but that just means that the songs will sound even better live, which will be awesome. i'm still proud of a lot of the work i did on the record.

at the end of the day, spending all that time making an album was the best possible use of my time. i don't regret it at all. i wish i could have streamed, but it's okay.

that truly was my life from january to april. i did dry january and it went well so i'm doing it again in 2024. i think i managed to extend it into most of February. the goal is to also continue it for as long as possible or generally abstain from alcohol more since WSA will be so busy. we went to shows here and there, and when we did hang out we got together at joe's since we had already been working. but that was really it. i finally got a new tattoo, which was the digimon sword piece i had been dying to get forever. i got to go to the new kura location in edison, too.

april happened. and then may was also a month.

june was an exceptionally busy month, and in that time we went on tour for WC3. three weeks prior, ryan had to bow out of the run due to an injury and we were SO fucking lucky that cha could step in last-minute. with all things considered, we played well on tour. as weepy and fucked up in the head as i was, that was one of my favorite weeks of this year, and one of my favorite memories. there's a longer, more detailed recap below so i won't go into exacts. but being around my friends all week was bliss.

in june, i also started taking muay thai classes. i had always wanted to go back to taking martial arts classes in some way, shape or form but i didn't think it would happen this soon. i thought maybe in my mid-30's i'd start, but it just worked out that i could start going now. i didn't start prior due to budget and time restraints but, i moved closer to my friends' gym, so i could finally go train. i knew it was going to be way different from cardio kickboxing, but understanding *some* of those fundamentals helped me at least have half a foot forward when i began training. it's taking me so long to absorb everything since i can only go once a week, but it has been fucking awesome. there was one class where emily and i were just throwing each other around on the mat, and it was a blast. not only has it been really fun and incredible to learn, but i have become closer with my friends sean and emily, and made a new friend in our classmate kim. they've all been a tremendous help in getting me through this year; probably more than they'll ever know.

god every month this year was so busy. early july, we finally filmed our music videos for the record and played a couple gigs. the month absolutely flew by. shooting the videos was a blast, and the two fests we played were very fun. sadly, in the midst of those two gigs, i was living a fucking nightmare. any sane person would cancel the shows and all of their obligations but i decided not to. i probably would have been better off for it, but i felt like playing the shows and being around my friends was better than being at home and mourning never seeing my dog again. but in july, i also returned to streaming, and it was so bittersweet going live again. since then, it's been difficult to maintain the schedule i once had, but i'm just so fucking grateful and glad that my community is still here. they didn't go anywhere. and i really don't care if i grow at the moment, because if they keep coming back that's all that matters. they are what makes continuing to stream worth it or even enjoyable at all. it's so much fun.

in august, WSA decided to start giving a shit about tiktok and meeting at joe's to do bits. we had the WC3R weekender, so we figured it was a good time to start getting into the swing of posting. if we want to grow at all, we have to. it really helped with promoting our shows. when we went on the weekender later that month, we got to see detroit and chicago for the first time. i am so blessed to be able to travel with my best friends and see cool shit. we also meet the most wonderful people and get to see longtime friends on the road, many of which we maintained contact with online only. i never hesitate to reassure people that tour is grueling, but it is so fucking rewarding.

the summer overall was awesome. spent a lot of time with friends new and old, longboarded, went to a food festival, spent a lot of time in brooklyn and philly. I SAW TWICE LIVE, FINALLY. top 3 best concerts of all time, it might rival the on letting go 10 year for #1. saw my childhood best friend get married and enjoyed a trip with my family to north carolina. SHOUTOUT ABARI VIDEO GAME BAR IN CHARLOTTE. because of emily, i also got to go to the beach so much!!! girl hooked it up with free badges!! and that was something i really wanted to make sure i didn't miss out on this year. i was sad the summer ended so early, but it was a good one.

when september came, it was like a break before the final arc of the year began. i still had to haul ass and get band stuff done, otherwise i took it a little easier. my month kicked off with a trip to the DMV, which was incredible. the barbeque at adam's was awesome, and i had a blast living with kevin and caleb for a week. it felt wrong to leave to be honest LMAOOOO. i am so grateful to them for their hospitality. basically when i crash there i live in their basement lmao and i work remotely!! and it totally all works out! then we hang really hard at night. karaoke at queen's gambit was. god. just one of the most perfect nights out i have ever had. and even the nights where we didn't do much, it was wonderful. later that month was my birthday, for which my plans got hella derailed due to the storm, but my friends who are local still came which i'm so grateful for. we partied hard and sang karaoke for hours. i wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

being single is fucking weird, but i'm mostly used to it now. it's nice to get attention but i rarely feel like actually into anyone. and when i do, it's not reciprocated. also! being on dating apps is fucking weird! i got on them because i was craving physical intimacy but since then i've only gone on one date. that was just two days ago. people are just so weird. i really tried to connect with both men and women- i don't even want anything serious- but people just stop answering. thankfully, i really didn't get discouraged over it at all. i'm not gonna lie, i also just would stop answering people i was initially interested in. it just sucks so much. it's hard to feel anything, even excitement. but i guess i also don't really take it seriously. hence my insane prompt answers lmao

october through december was basically 9 seconds. mostly because of us dropping new music. i spent october scrambling to get everything ready, november was all about darting, then prepping for the rest of the album shit we need and filming content in december. i finally got to see ciara again since we met in LA!! we showed her around philly and jersey. i finally got to see steph and her family, regretfully for the first time in a long time. i'm pretty sure i was there the month prior then went back for brian's birthday. it's been harder for us to get time in together, but hanging out with steph is always just like picking up where we left off, no matter how long it's been. i went to a really fun wedding halloween weekend, and got to cosplay ann tamaki for halloween this year, which is like the 2nd faithful cosplay i've done since going blonde haha. bea kind of counts but not really? i didn't wanna chop my hair or wear a wig so. oops.

november flew. all i had on my mind was darting eyes. we wished there was a more explosive response, but we're still insanely proud of what we achieved. it was cool to see everyone's reactions and have people be really hype about it. i felt proud to see people say it's our best song yet. i think it's up there with some of the sickest shit we've written. i also went back to kevin and caleb's to chill with them for their birthdays and to go see daoboys in baltimore. i would love to make that a yearly trip provided that we're both free that week of november. also i cringe when i think about how i fucked up when i mic grabbed for daoboys BUT it was still an awesome experience and i'm so lucky i can say that i got invited to do that at all.

when december came, i was not feeling festive at all. even on christmas eve, i woke up feeling more normal about it than ever. i've never listened to so little christmas music in my life. it was a really tough month. i missed brawly so badly. but my friends were glad to hang out and do festive shit with me, which helped so much. on christmas, it was just me and my family, no one else, and it was really lovely. it's become one of my top favorite christmases ever.

this year was tough for many reasons most likely obvious, but for a long time i resented being alone with myself. i ran from it as a kid. if i was left out of plans with friends, i would feel sorry for myself instead of dusting my shoulders off and practicing my instruments. and i definitely still did that - but i could have done more, and channeled less negative energy from it. but i ended up doing so much, spontaneously, on my own. and i'm so proud of myself for it. it took time, but i accept what has happened to me and i feel myself ready for a clean slate. i'm definitely just not ready for a relationship yet. i realized yesterday that i'm emotionally unavailable, still. i need more time. getting older sucks but, i'm not too worried about being alone for a little longer at all.

and doing those things alone is totally self care too. speaking of which. I TOOK SO MANY BATHS THIS YEAR. shoutout to my parents' jacuzzi tub. that mf is fam forreal,,,,,, i have a whole set up lmao i throw in a bath bomb, some bubbles, sometimes i grab a mask or some wine, and i throw on anime. it's so therapeutic but one time i got lightheaded from being in there too long so i have to be careful hahaha. i'm grateful to my parents for allowing me to use it so much.

i spent...... so much time with my family and friends this year. i don't remember the last time i have hung this hard with them. our family's bond has taken a completely different shape now that we're all adults, and it's become so much deeper. not only did we go through the breakup together, but losing our cats. i can be a pain in the ass for them all still, which i need to work on, but things are much better now than they have been in the past.

i got so much closer with my bandmates. we hung out way more as best friends, not just to write music and film bits. my lifelong best friends immediately took me under their wing when shit initially hit the fan in april and they haven't let go since. what i went through made me develop an even deeper connection to friends i wished i got to spend more time with. and i just. i had been conditioned to believe for so long that i didn't truly deserve many things, but i no longer have any reason to believe that because of the people who choose to be in my life. i really have such incredible family and friends. i always joke that i didn't ask to be born and shit, but i got the luckiest draw when it comes to the company i have. not that i don't give myself credit for enduring what i had to go through, but i would have been fucked without the support system i have. i am truly so thankful every day.

god i can barely get through finishing this post without crying!!!!

when we went out to dinner recently, my friend asked us what we learned this year. i couldn’t answer because i didn’t even know where to start. i took some time to think about it, and it’s unfortunately a lot. but, here is what i learned in 2023: 

what i thought was love was really attraction, and even comfort. those things are still important in a healthy context, but real love is respect- respecting your partner enough to recognize when you’re hurting them and crossing boundaries repeatedly. and a real apology is not repeating that hurtful behavior. it’s not just words, and it’s not blaming others for your mistakes. it’s action. this goes for friendships, too.

believe the things someone says when they’re livid at you. it’s not that those awful things are true, but they are an accurate reflection of how they feel about you. i am so mad at myself for not seeing this glaring red flag probably upwards of a couple dozen times. I challenged these words and i was still reassured those angry sentiments were meaningless. it all adds up now.

take people at face value. don’t try to prove them wrong about themselves. act as if who they are right now is the way they’ll be forever. that was so fucking hard for me as someone who has always largely believed in people’s propensity to change. my therapist really really tried to drill this into my head when i started seeing her in may. it was tough to follow the first time and it didn’t finally stick until the second time i made the mistake of not listening in september. i had to abandon being a fixer. the second time i was challenged in this way this year, i didn’t so much as try to fix them, but i was praying they weren’t right about the terrible things they were telling me about themselves. i wanted them to prove me wrong. i had to come to terms with the fact that because of their commitment to believing they were no good, and not respecting boundaries, we were not going to work out. i truly believed i could love people into being better. i thought giving grace would inspire them to want more for themselves. it is physically impossible. 

it is so much better to keep your mouth shut about your personal life. as someone who has always been an open book and worn her heart on her sleeve, this has been extremely difficult for me (lmao). firstly, there’s no need to prove yourself to people who are committed to not empathizing with you. not even reacting or telling the objective truth will help, because they will be dead set on denial. it fuels their disdain. second, the reality is, even some (maybe most!) people who care about you will not understand exactly what you’re going through, and how all-encompassing it feels. and it’s not ok to word vomit about your trauma all the time. unless the offer is extended, it’s best to journal everything and use tools like therapy. i am so glad i have songwriting for this. i just had such great cognitive dissonance that i couldn’t even trust myself, and that's why i couldn't shut the fuck up in/on private lmao. i constantly found myself questioning reality and seeking validation. i couldn’t conceive what the fuck was happening to me nor place how i was supposed to feel. i felt tremendous, overwhelming guilt and grief. a part of me died. we all make jokes about gaslighting, but the psychological torment is no joke.

i made a little change where i stopped calling myself stupid and i legitimately felt a small improvement in my mental health. i highly recommend actually speaking kinder to yourself. there are other insults i should stop using towards myself but that alone felt like a positive step in the right direction.

i believed i wasn’t being held back and that it was all in my head, but staying in a place where i was being emotionally and verbally abused was not only worsening my anxiety but my physical health. i went no contact, and i could even breathe better. sleep better. i used to experience acid reflux daily and now it’s on an occasional basis. I am lonely sometimes, and i am still grieving somewhat, but i feel so much better. it’s incredible.

and now i’m so fucking mad that i accepted less than i deserved for so, so long. i am so mad that i held myself back from being truly happy. even being in a better situation mentally for the last decade might have meant i would have been farther along in my goals. now that i understand how fucked my mental health was that entire time, and how it ruined my self-perception, i feel such a well of emotions when staring ahead at the rest of my life. i have no fucking idea what it looks like. in april there was a dark, deep precipice. now, it’s a little less steep, but it’s there. sometimes it’s not. i am fucking terrified of what comes next, but at the same time i wonder how much i can affect by legitimately believing in myself and having zero mental hindrances. what if i can actually will all of my dreams into reality. after what i experienced this year, i feel like i have nothing to lose, now. so if i'm a little delusional in 2024 i'm sorry lmao. i am only this young for so long!!! and i am hellbent on trying to have as incredible of a year as i can. but if it's anything like 2023, without all of the bad, it certainly will be.

[chvnnie]

Rules

The Bet part two

hwang hyunjin x fem reader x han jisung

word count: 11.4k (i’m so sorry lmao)

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: they’re all in looooove, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader (reader falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), switch!jisung (jisung falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), mean!hard dom jisung, bratty!jisung, semi bratty!reader, stoner!jisung, multiple mentions of weed, use of restraints, degradation, praising, teasing, unprotected sex (pls just don’t), one mention of anal, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of toys, dirty talk, marking, choking, one slap, crying, drool, video tapping, voyeurism(?), pet names: good girl, good boy, whore, slut, angel, baby, baby girl, use of sir (for jisung), slight sub space, aftercare, there’s so much happening and it’s all so filthy i’m so sorry i’m a whore. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: hyunjin gives jisung a punishment, but he’s never been a very at following rules.

a/n: I STG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS FIC TO BE SO LONG BUT I KINDA POPPED OFF. i had so much fun writing it, i really love these three and their dynamic so i just couldn’t stop myself. i’m so excited for you all to read the continuation of this storyline! i hope you all enjoy :)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin or han jisung as people, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

At 2 am, the October rain was at a downpour, loudly hitting the front windshield of the car currently sitting in park outside of the airport. The car was warm, the windows steaming in contrast to the cold air outside. Music was playing at a low volume, barely audible over the tapping of the rain.

You sat in the backseat, knees pulled up to your chest. The small cotton shorts you wore to bed the night before rode up your legs, leaving skin exposed to the cold leather of the car. Your hair was still damp from the shower you took hours ago, legs sore and bruised from being held open before that. All you wanted was to sleep, but you also didn’t want to leave the airport parking lot anytime soon.

Jisung was in the driver seat, head pressed against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling of the car. He wore one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, which loosely fit him, and workout shorts that barely touched his mid thigh. His hands went up to his face, sneaking under his glasses to rub his eyes. He had barely slept; he couldn't bear to miss the short amount of time left.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat, blonde hair pulled out of his face with a headband and in a low pony. Out of the three of you, he was the most appropriately dressed for the weather; black joggers, a big sweater, and close toed shoes. Both you and Jisung had opted to wear sandals on the drive. He was looking at Jisung, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. He wanted him to look at him. He needed him too. He wasn’t leaving the car until he did.

Work trips always hit Jisung the hardest, and Hyunjin’s job took him on a lot. Most trips he stayed in the country, only gone for a handful of days at a time. Sometimes, though, they took him out of the country, and those were more unpredictable when it came to length. You had learned to assume they were anywhere between a week and a month, typically about three weeks. Hyunjin had lucked out this time - he would only be gone two. Even though it was one of the shorter trips, Jisung still had a hard time parting with him.

It wasn’t that Jisung needed you or Hyunjin around all of the time - he understood the two of you had jobs and friends and hobbies outside of the relationship, and he did as well, so he always respected that. It was that he loved you both so deeply in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain that when either of you are gone for more than two days, he gets sad. He just wants you in his arms, he wants to feel your skin on his, Hyunjin’s kisses on his shoulders, he wants to wake up in bed with the both of you.

So this was hard for him. Both you and Hyunjin understood that. He needed a second to collect his emotions before he could say goodbye.

When Jisung finally looked at Hyunjin, his eyes were watering. The hand not on his thigh cupped his face, gently catching any tears that rolled out.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Hyunjin whispered, minty breath fanning Jisung’s face. The dark haired man shut his eyes, trying to savor Hyunjin’s scent. He always smelled like mint and rainwater, with hints of vanilla from the shampoo he used. Jisung never tired of it - he would drown himself in it if he could. “I’ll be back so soon.”

Jisung leaned into his touch, warm and soft against his cheek. “Don’t want you to go.” His voice was a whisper.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin slowly closed the space between them, softly kissing his boyfriend. His lips always tasted like cherry from his chapstick, and Hyunjin swore it gave him a buzz every time they kissed. He let Jisung’s tongue explore his mouth, drinking in the taste of him before he pulled away. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Jisung nodded his head, knowing if he spoke his tears would be unstoppable. Hyunjin understood that as well, turning his attention to you to give him space.

“My girl.” He called softly, reaching out for you. You moved to the edge of the seat, hugging him as well as you could from the back. One hand wrapped around your center, the other in your hair, Hyunjin cradled your head as he held you close to him. “I love you so much.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, willing yourself not to cry. It was safe to say that this was hardest on Jisung, but that didn’t make it easy for you or Hyunjin, either. You knew when you got home that you would be holding Jisung as he cried, the two of you eventually falling asleep intertwined. You would let yourself cry then, not wanting Hyunjin to worry too much. You wanted him to enjoy his trip, enjoy the new place he was getting to explore.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his shoulder. “Call us when you land?”

Hyunjin pulled away from you, hands falling to grasp yours. “And every chance I get.” He brought both of your hands up to his mouth, peppering them with sweet kisses before he leaned across the console to capture your lips. If Jisung tasted like cherry, you tasted like mint, lip balm always rubbing off on him and making his lips tingle when the kisses ended. He loved it - it excited him. Even after all these years together, Hyunjin found excitement in you daily. You thrilled him in ways he never understood, and didn’t want to understand. He just wanted you, and everyday he thanked every god he could that you were his, and that he got to share you with his favorite man in the world.

You were the one to break the kiss this time, wanting to get one last look at him before he left. Your fingers traced his jawline as if trying to memorize him. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you, kissing the fingertips that now ran across his lips. He couldn’t wait to be home, either.

Hand still on his face, he turned to Jisung. “Sungie, could you pop the trunk for me?”

Jisung nodded, reaching down to grab the lever.

“Do you want us to walk you in?” You asked as you finally moved your hand away.

Hyunjin waved you off as he collected the backpack at his feet. “No, it’s pouring out there and cold. Stay here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” Jisung asked the question this time.

Hyunjin shook his head no. Once he had all his things, he turned to you, placing a swift kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips.

“I love you, angel.”

He turned to Jisung, repeating the same kisses on his face. When he was done, he kept his lips near Jisung’s, not quite ready to pull away.

“I love you, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled sadly, gently rubbing his nose against his. “I love you, Jinnie.”

Before Hyunjin pulled away, he whispered lowly, tone soft but threatening: “Don’t forget the rules.”

With that, he was out of the car, blowing kisses as he collected his suitcase from the trunk and ran inside the airport.

//

The rules.

The stupid, fucking rules.

Just thinking about them had Jisung’s grip tightening against the wheel, his focus narrowed in on the road ahead of him.

When Jisung joined the couple two years ago, it took a few months to figure out the sexual dynamic, especially with you and Jisung both being switches. It was easy to say that Hyunjin was always in charge, no matter what, but what about the two of you? What happened when either of you dommed?

Hyunjin was the softer dom of the three of you. He loves to praise, showering you two with kisses and always making sure you felt as good as he did. He was gentle and kind, the most aggressive thing about him was his love for calling you a whore in bed. He was patient and slow to anger, so he hardly was the one giving out punishments. It was good that he was soft, because you and Jisung were not.

You considered yourself in the middle - you weren’t soft per say, but you weren’t a hard dom either. One of your favorite things to do was making Jisung cry, watching him writhe and beg underneath you. Or on top of you. Honestly, wherever you wanted him, he would be. He was a good boy for you, and you loved bossing him around. Your punishments were always mild; wanted to cum? Fine, do it. Over, and over, and over until you were sick of it. Didn’t want to listen? Fine, he could watch you and Hyunjin fuck with his hands tied, unable to do anything but cry for attention. Wouldn’t stop mouthing off? You would shove your panties in his mouth without hesitation. He wanted to act like a slut, you would gladly treat him like one.

Jisung was mean when he was in charge. He would set rules that he knew would be impossible for you to follow just to punish you. He liked seeing you covered in bruises and hickeys, often shoving you to your knees hard enough to hear the hit of them echo. You were nothing but his little fuck toy to use whenever he dommed, only there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. And you adored it. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Jisung treated you like you were nothing while Hyunjin kissed you softly and praised you at the exact same time. Every time Jisung and Hyunjin dommed you, you swore you ascended, loving every second the contradicting treatment.

While similar doms, you couldn’t be more opposite subs. You loved to listen, always wanting to hear Hyunjin call you a good girl and fill you with cum. He called you angel for a reason - always so willing and ready for him, at his beck and call whenever he wanted you for whatever he wanted. Rarely would you ever act up for Hyunjin, or even Jisung. In all fairness, Jisung’s rules were impossible to follow, setting you up for failure, but you did always listen to him. You were good for both of your boyfriends, even Jisung in his hard dom state could admit that.

With Jisung, it depended on who it was and what he wanted. He tends to listen better with you, knowing that you always made it worth his while in the end. If he ever wanted something, he would always go to Hyunjin first, knowing he’d be the most likely to give it to him. And he did, most of the time. When he got what he wanted, he was as good and sweet as you were, wanting to do anything Hyunjin asked of him. When he didn’t get what he wanted, however, he would act out.

It was almost impossible to push Hyunjin’s buttons so hard that he would give punishments, but with Jisung, it had happened a handful of times. Jisung enjoyed being a brat; he enjoyed pushing his patient, loving boyfriend to the breaking point, watching his soft face grow hard as he ruined Jisung.

The last time he pushed Hyunjin that far was last week. Jisung had been a brat all day after Hyunjin told him he couldn’t have a blowjob until they were done running errands.

“Behave and you can cum all in my mouth later, baby boy.” His boyfriend had told him.

Jisung had whined and whined, telling Hyunjin he needed his mouth now, not later. But it was no good, Hyunjin just telling him if he waited that he would get all he wanted and more.

After Hyunjin had told him no, he went into your home office to try and convince you. Out right asking would get him another no, so he decided to try a different angle. Jisung sat on his knees next to your desk chair, resting his chin on your thigh to get your attention.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, wide eyed and pouty, and removed your headphones. “Hi my sweet boy.” Your hands found his hair, running through them softly. “What’s with that pout?”

Jisung closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your touch. “Just wanted some attention.”

“Mm, what kind of attention?”

He opened his eyes, blinking up at you sweetly. You knew he wanted something the moment he put his chin on your thigh, and the look he was giving you confirmed it.

“Want your mouth on me, please.” His tone was needy and pitchy, and you knew he was ready to beg for what he wanted.

“I see. Have you been a good boy today?”

Jisung nodded quickly. “So good, baby. I listened so well last night, and this morning when I made you cum. Remember?”

“Yes, but didn’t you get to cum inside me? Was that not a good enough reward, Sungie?”

He felt disappointment wash over him, his lip slightly trembling as he looked up at you. “It was the best reward-“

“Then why are you asking for more?”

It was then Hyunjin walked in the room to remind you that it was almost time to leave. He didn’t expect to find Jisung in there with you, pouting at you with puppy eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin asked, strolling over to the two of you.

You looked up at him, hands firmly gripping Jisung’s hair to keep him in place as you spoke. “Sungie was asking me to blow him. Apparently filling me up wasn’t enough of a reward.”

Hyunjin sighed, squatting down next to Jisung. Jisung looked at him, realizing that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this. “What did I just tell you? Did I tell you to come in here and bother our girl while she worked, or did I tell you to wait?”

Jisung felt his disappointment get overpowered by annoyance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “You told me to wait.”

“So you ignored what I said in hopes that she would give you what you wanted? Did you want her to get in trouble with you?”

Jisung gritted his teeth. “No.”

Hyunjin stared at his boyfriend, assessing him. He could tell he was beginning to get upset about not getting what he wanted, but Hyunjin wasn’t happy that he ignored his very easy order. If he wanted to be a brat, fine. Hyunjin would let you deal with him later.

Standing up, Hyunjin leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “Leaving in five. Are you at a good stopping place?”

You nodded, hands finally releasing Jisung from your hold. “I’m ready now.”

Jisung moved back so you could stand up, then followed your movements. When he was on his feet again, Hyunjin stood in front of him, fingers gripping his chin to make him look at him.

“Be good, and you still might get what you want.”

And he tried. Jisung really, really tried to be good. But then he watched the way Hyunjin grabbed your ass in the grocery store and the way he would give you little kisses as the two of you checked the grocery list. The only touch Jisung got at the store was Hyunjin holding his hand. It wasn’t enough, not when you were getting showered with affection and he was getting none.

While you were squeezing bread, Jisung decided to make a move on Hyunjin.

“Jinnnnnie.” He whined, tugging on his hand.

Hyunjin looked down at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jisung pouted his lips, sticking them out for a kiss.

“Do you think you deserve one?”

He was getting really sick of questions like that today.

“I’ve been so good this whole time.” His voice was a shrill whine, not even bothering to hide how frustrated he was. “Just want one kiss. Please?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, deciding to cave. “Fine, but only one.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, leaning in for the kiss. Hyunjin pressed his lips against his, giving him a small peck before moving away.

The light left his eyes.

“That’s it?” Jisung asked, his face heating with anger. “Just a peck?”

Hyunjin glared at him, sternly telling him to behave with his eyes.

No, no. He was sick of this.

Jisung stomped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and immediately began pressing kisses on your cheek. You wiggled against his hold, giggling slightly as you asked him to stop.

“Come on, baby.” His voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “Just wanna give you a few kisses is all.”

You almost let him continue, wanting to feel his lips all over your skin more than anything, until you remembered what he did in your office. You pushed his hands off of you, patience gone. “You need to stop before I take away any hopes of you getting a blow job today.”

Then, he did something he never does with you.

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, moving out of your grasp and walking away from the two of you. You and Hyunjin exchanged looks, and it was clear that both of you were sick of his attitude.

Jisung texted the group chat that he would be in the car, and you and Hyunjin finished up the shopping. While waiting in line, you told him that you were sick of Jisung acting like a brat and that you think you should go ahead and punish him. Hyunjin shut your idea down quickly.

“He’s a good boy. He deserves another chance.”

Hyunjin regretted giving him that last chance.

Once the three of you got home, Jisung went right into the living room and turned in his gaming console.

“Sungie, can you come help us before you play games, please?” Hyunjin asked as he placed two bags on the kitchen island.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He snapped out before sitting on the couch and pulling up his last played game.

Trying to keep his composure, Hyunjin took a deep breath and tried again. “Jisung, please come help us, and then you can go back to being mad at us for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t answer, purposely ignoring Hyunjin.

You came into the kitchen, three bags in your hands, and immediately felt the tension. You glanced over at Hyunjin, ears redder than you’ve ever seen, a vein popping in his neck.

No questions were needed. Hyunjin didn’t even look at you as he walked into the living room and quickly unplugged both the game console and the tv.

“What the fuck-“

“Shut up.” Hyunjin hissed. You watched with wide eyes, scared to walk any further into the living room. Hyunjin was patient and slow to anger, but when he got there, he was the last person you wanted to fuck with. “I am so fucking sick of your attitude, Jisung. I gave you so many chances to listen, and you didn’t even try. I’ll ask one last time - get the fuck up and help, and I’ll think about lessening your punishment.”

Then, Jisung locked his fate in with a sly smirk, staring Hyunjin dead in the eyes before saying:

“Make me.”

His punishment was one you liked to give him when he didn’t listen: tied up on a kitchen chair naked, forced to watch you and Hyunjin fuck over and over again. At first, you thought it was a bit tame, wanting to give him something more. But then Hyunjin slammed himself into you without warning, and you knew this was going to affect Jisung in ways it never had before.

Hyunjin had you bent over the kitchen table, one hand on your hip while the other held your face down, pointed in Jisung’s direction. Jisung watched as you screamed, fingers clawing at the wooden table while Hyunjin fucked you at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, what a good girl, screaming so loudly for me.” Hyunjin hissed, hand leaving your hip to circle around and find your clit. You jolted forward at the touch, hips banging against the edge of the table. Clenching around him, you started to warn him that you were close, and he was about to let you cum.

Until he looked over at Jisung to tell him to watch, only to find his abs and thighs painted in his own cum.

Hyunjin stopped abruptly, still inside you. You whined at your lost orgasm, ready to beg for more when Hyunjin grabbed your hair and pulled you against his chest.

“Look at him.” Hyunjin said, a wide smile across his face. “So desperate to cum at that he made a mess without anyone touching him.”

Jisung flushed, feeling small beneath your gazes. He hated the way it turned him on, hated the way it pushed him back to the edge to hear you two talk about him like that.

A scoff left your mouth, and Jisung whined at the sound. You smiled at him before turning to Hyunjin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Make him do it again.”

Jisung came twice more without touch, the last one making him sob when it hit before Hyunjin decided it was enough. After helping you down, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your fucked out face, he walked over to Jisung and began to untie the ropes.

“I’m going to start a bath for the two of you after I finish this. Make sure you both go pee and grab a drink before meeting me in the bathroom.”

Both you and Jisung nodded, too far gone to try and respond. As you made your way to the kitchen to grab water bottles, Hyunjin squatted in front of his boyfriend. The ties were loose, allowing Jisung to slip out of them. Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, kissing the rope marks over and over.

“You did well, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled. The aftercare made it all worth it. Hearing how proud Hyunjin was always made Jisung float, feeling just how deeply his boyfriend loved him.

“But we’re not done.”

His smile dropped quickly, and even you were surprised at Hyunjin’s last remark.

That’s when he set the rules in place. They would end as soon as Hyunjin returned from his trip, and if Jisung followed them, he would reward him with anything he wanted for a full week, no questions asked.

All he had to do was not touch you, or himself, while Hyunjin was gone.

Simple, right? It was only two weeks, Jisung could easily go that long without touching you or masturbating. It would be a breeze.

Except for the fact that the simple thought of them set him on edge and made him angry.

Jisung accidentally ran a red light, not even noticing the color.

“Sungie?” You said, hand resting gently on his thigh. “You okay? Do you need me to drive?”

You probably thought he was just upset about Hyunjin leaving. Which he was; his heart already ached knowing he wasn’t going to be in bed with the two of you tonight. Knowing it would be easier just to say that, Jisung shook his head. “Just miss Hyunjin.”

You frowned and leaned across the console to rest your head on his shoulder. “Me too. I wish he could’ve stayed home.”

Jisung nodded, slowing down as he entered your neighborhood. “Can we snuggle tonight?”

“Of course.” You softly responded. “I don’t want you to leave my side ever, especially not tonight.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, wanting nothing more than to take you home and make love to you tonight. Jisung loved alone time with you, getting to make you feel good and make you feel loved all night long. You were his favorite girl in the world, and he would do anything to make you feel loved and special. Not getting to show you how deeply he cared for you in that way…

It was going to be a long two weeks.

//

Hyunjin kept his word, FaceTiming the two of you everyday. He sent pictures in the group chat of everything he thought was noteworthy, and bitched when things were slow and boring.

You were surprised when you went into your home office the first day he was gone to find a note taped to your laptop screen. You opened it to reveal a three page letter from Hyunjin, detailing his love for you in poems and doodles along the edges. He ended the note with a hint, saying there were letters hidden inside your office, one for each day he was gone to remind you of his love for you. So far, they were all the same in length, and each one made you cry without fail.

Jisung had found a similar letter tucked in his work bag. His letters were hidden throughout his home studio and car, each listing different things he loved about him and why. Jisung reread each letter everyday. They even smelled like him, making Jisung cry harder each time he read them.

A week and two days into Hyunjin being gone, and things have gone smoothly. You and Jisung took a day trip to a place you’ve been wanting to visit for a while, spending the day eating ice cream and sightseeing together. There was a firework show that night that you two stayed late to see, snuggling on the hood of Jisung’s car together under a blanket.

At night, the two of you would lay in bed together, legs twisted together and holding each other close as you shared stories of your day. Jisung ended every night with soft kisses across your face, reminding you of how much he loved you and how everyday he fell harder for you. It was something he’s been doing for a while, but something about those sweet words this past few days made you melt more.

He was doing good with the rules Hyunjin left, too. Every time he felt like he was going to pounce on you or wanted to touch himself, he would exit the situation immediately and take deep breaths. Sure, it still made him mad, but he really wanted to try and be good.

Three days before Hyunjin was supposed to get home, you woke up soaked. The dreams you had kept replaying in your mind, and all you wanted was for someone to fuck you immediately. Jisung had left early to go to the gym, so you took the opportunity to get yourself off before he came home. You found your vibrator in Hyunjin’s bedside table and shed your panties, immediately pressing the toy to your clit. You turned it up to the highest setting, desperate to feel some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. Holding the vibratior in your nondominant hand, you pushed your free fingers into your cunt, going hard and fast to reach your edge.

You thought of the night before Hyunjin left, leaning against Jisung’s back as held you open with his cock in your ass while Hyunjin fucked your cunt. The way he would kiss you as he went hard, then find Jisung’s lips after yours. Both Jisung and Hyunjin filling your holes, Jisung’s hands around your throat while Hyunjin’s were in your hair as they reached their highs. The praise they both gave you for how well you took them, and the way they teased you when you whined as they pulled out.

“Does our needy little girl need us again? Can’t go a few seconds without a cock in both holes?” Hyunjin’s gentle touch on your cheeks with filth spilling out of his mouth had you speechless, ready to beg for more.

Even that memory, that still made you drip when you thought about it, only pushed you a few inches closer to bliss. Your fingers weren’t enough. Your toys weren’t enough. You needed more.

You dropped the toy, reaching to the other side of the bed for your phone. The line rang four times before he picked up.

“Hi angel, is this an emergency? I’m-“

“Jinnie.” The whine that fell from your lips was pathetic, but you weren’t in the headspace to care. “Need your help. Need to cum so bad.”

The line went silent for a moment like he muted you. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, especially when you’re this turned on, for him to return to the call. Just when you thought he wasn’t, the line clicked back on and you heard the sound of a door shutting.

“I have to be fast.” The clink of his belt made your heart soar. “I had to leave a meeting for this.”

“I’ll be fast.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you grabbed your toy. “I'm so close, Hyunjin.”

“Can’t believe you would call me in the middle of the day like this. You know I have to work.” He hissed, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the background.

“‘M sorry.” You weren’t. “Just need you so bad. Miss you so much.”

Hyunjin groaned. “I miss you too, angel. Miss the way you’re so good for me. Miss that tight fucking pussy, fuck-“

“Jinnie-“

“Mm, miss the way you whine my name, too. Sounds so pretty for me. Say it again.”

You moaned his name again, repeating it like a mantra. You quickly put your phone on speaker phone, dropping it on your chest to utilize your other hand. Instead of pushing your fingers back in, your hand fell to your breast, twisting and pinching them the way you liked. The added sensation made you gasp, whimpers louder than before.

“Pretty angel, you close?”

You nodded your head like he could see you. “Wanna-wanna-“

“Come on, baby. Cum with me.” His words and the way he grunted the command out finally sent you into a spiral. You came hard, relief washing over you instantly. Hyunjin’s moans, low and soft, told you that he finished alongside you.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to regain your composure, the noise in the background of the call helping you focus on something. The curses he mumbled as you imagined he tried to clean himself off. The sound something turning, knocking against something else and making a solid thudding noise. His belt clinking as he buckled it.

“Are you in a bathroom?” You asked, breath finally steady enough to speak.

A flush confirmed your suspicions. “Yes.”

“Gross.”

“Where would you have preferred me to get you off? In the middle of the conference room.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been hot.”

Hyunjin scoffed playfully, the smile that usually accompanied it clear in your mind. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. When does your flight come in Thursday?” You got out of bed to clean yourself up and get ready for the day.

“Midnight. But don’t worry about coming to get me-“

“We’re going to.”

“Baby-“

“Not up for debate. Besides, you know Jisung would kill you if you told him not to pick you up.”

“How is he doing?” Hyunjin’s tone changed at the mention of his name, worry lacing it. “I called him earlier this morning, but he said he was on his way to meet Changbin.”

Your heart ached at his concern. Hyunjin never worried about how you held up when he was gone. Sure, you were sad and you missed him, but he knew you had multiple ways to cope with his absence. Seeing as you two were together the entirety of your college careers, both of you living on opposite sides of the country during the summers and studying abroad at different times, you two found ways to still actively love each other with distance in between you. Jisung didn’t experience any of that - he was just your goofy, cute friend in college. He didn’t know how you dealt with Hyunjin being away, or how you distracted yourself when the pain of him not being within reach was too heavy. Jisung was still figuring it out, and having a hard time doing so.

“He’s okay.” You answered honestly. “Changbin’s been dragging him to the gym a lot, which is a good distraction. We’ve been on at least five dates since you left, and have another one planned for tomorrow. He still misses you a lot, but we’ve gone from crying every night to every few nights so he’s making progress.”

“I hate doing this to him.” Hyunjin’s voice cracked, a warning that tears were about to start. “It’s so hard for him, and I don’t want him to hate me for it-“

“No.” You cut him off immediately, voice stern but gentle. “Jisung does NOT hate you for this, Hyunjin. He misses you so much it’s painful, but he also loves that you get to travel and work a job you actually enjoy. Jisung is so proud of you. Just last night, at dinner with Chan and his girlfriend, he went on and on about you and showed all the pictures you’ve sent. He is so proud of you, Jinnie. Even if it sucks, you can see how happy he is for you.”

Your boyfriend sniffled, and your heart shattered. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

“Of course. We’re so proud of you, and so happy you picked us to love.”

He chuckled softly. “How’s he doing with the rules?”

You fiddled with the shower handle, setting the water temperature as you spoke. “Really good, actually. He’s shown more control over himself than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s good to hear. How about you? How are you handling it?”

It was a loaded question. The rules didn’t only affect Jisung, they affected you as well. While you still had the permission to touch yourself, the past hour proved how inefficient that method was to your end goal. And as much as you’ve tried to ignore it the past couple of days, Jisung was incredible at turning you without even trying. Everything from the tight boxers he wears around the house, to the way his lips wrap around a joint, to the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours made you soaked. There wasn’t a moment you didn’t want to jump his bones, and the fact that you weren’t allowed to made him even harder to resist.

You debated on lying. Saying everything was great. No, you hadn’t been suffering at all. Sexual frustration? What’s that? “It’s been hard.” You admitted. “I just miss the way his body feels against mine. It’s hard when he’s right there and I can’t get even a bit of satisfaction from him.”

Hyunjin sighed sadly. “I understand. It’s like a punishment for you, too, even though you did nothing. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you, too.”

“It is.” You agreed, then fell silent, listening to the way the shower water padded against the marble wall. This wouldn’t be so overwhelming, so frustrating if Hyunjin had given you permission to punish Jisung in his absence-

Wait.

“Let me punish him.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin responded, startled.

“Let me punish him. That way he’s still suffering from the consequences and I get some relief.” The idea wasn’t your best, but Hyunjin hardly ever said no to you. “It would work out perfect-“

“No.”

“What? Jinnie, why not-“

“I said no.” The tone he used was the same he used on Jisung when he was acting up. Never has he once directed it towards you, and it made you feel both ashamed and annoyed. “He has to learn how to behave.”

“But I can help-“

“What part of no don’t you understand? Jisung is not fucking you, you’re not fucking him, nobody is fucking anybody until I get back. The only person you can fuck, baby, is yourself.”

You. The good girl. The sweet sub. The one who always listens no matter the dom. Always so willing, so obedient, so compliant. So…good.

You, standing in the humid bathroom, shaking as rage coursed through your veins.

How dare he speak to you like that? Like you’re the brat? Like you aren’t always on your best behavior for him?

How dare he punish you with these stupid rules when you’ve done nothing?

“Do I make myself clear? You are not allowed to even entertain the idea of fucking Jisung until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said through your clenched jaw. You hope he heard how unhappy you were. Hyunjin needs to know what he’s doing to you is incredibly unfair.

“Good.” His tone shifted, becoming soft once again. “I have to get back to my meeting now. I love you, I promise this will be over soon.”

You said your goodbyes, promising to FaceTime tonight when Hyunjin was free. The call ended, leaving you alone to stir in the anger. You did nothing to deserve this. You would be damned if you didn’t get what you wanted.

//

Jisung spent most of the morning in the gym. Changbin was a welcome distraction - helping him stretch and find exercises that let the negative emotions flow out. He would’ve stayed longer if Changbin hadn’t cut him off, telling him to go home and rest before he injured himself.

It was hard to leave your side this morning. When Jisung’s alarm went off, and he felt your legs over his and your hair tickling his bare chest, all he wanted to do was to sink into the bed and never leave. He almost called Changbin to cancel, but knew his older friend would end up dragging him to the gym if he didn’t. Begrudgingly, Jisung had left the bed, you pouting in your sleep when the warmth of his body was snatched from you.

Leaving you in the morning was the worst, but Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to wake up next to you everyday.

You usually worked in the office on Mondays, so Jisung took his time getting home. He stopped for coffee, picked up breakfast, even took the long way home. The less time he had to spend in that empty house by himself, the better. It was too quiet when he was alone.

But when the garage door opened and revealed your car was still in its spot, Jisung was confused. Rarely did you miss going in on a Monday - it was the only day you were required to be in the office. What could have made you stay home today?

He was even more puzzled to find you on the bed, lying on your belly and facing away from the bedroom door. Your hair was damp, sticking to your bare shoulders. Legs shining under the mid morning light that leaked through the open windows like you had just applied lotion. You were completely bare except for a pair of panties. The sight of you had him cursing under his breath, unable to look away. It wasn’t because you were practically nude, or because he could smell your lotion from the doorway, or because you looked like a goddess underneath the sun. No, it was because of the panties. A simple pair; black satin, just sheer enough to show off the curves of your ass. The way they exposed just enough of you to make Jisung hard was divine, and exactly the reason why they were his favorite.

You hadn’t noticed he was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to make himself known. Jisung just wanted to stare at you - he wanted to memorize every inch of your body like this. The way your left leg was hiked up just a bit, revealing you clothed center.

The other thing Jisung loved about satin: wet spots were hard to hide.

And the one you had was large.

His sweats felt tighter, hand moving on its own to grab his growing cock. Fuck, you looked so pretty laid out like that. You were doing absolutely nothing and Jisung couldn’t even control himself. Thoughts of pulling those panties off of you, hiding them away so he could use them later. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your body on his-

You shifted in the bed, rolling over onto your back. That movement was enough for Jisung to snap back to reality, quickly dropping his hand from his crotch. You saw him then, dropping your phone and sitting up on your elbows.

“Hi baby.” Your voice was cheerful, almost innocent, like you weren’t topless and Jisung wasn’t very obviously staring at your tits. “How was the gym?”

“Oh. Um-“ He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It was fine. Why are you home?”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, and Jisung was proud that he didn’t jump on you right then and there. “Didn’t feel like going in today, thought I’d take a long weekend.” You sat up fully, moving to the edge of the bed by the door. Grabby hands reached out to him, and he knew he shouldn’t move; if he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But the pout you gave him and the way you were reaching for him had him moving without even thinking. Once close enough, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, moving him closer to you. “Wanna do something today?”

Your fingers brushed against his lower abs, the pressure behind the stroke too heavy to be an accident. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? “Maybe. I was just going to get high and play some video games, so my schedule is clear.”

“We can still do that.” Your voice dropped an octave, and at this point Jisung knew you were playing with him. “Wanna shower the gym off and I’ll roll a joint? Then we can watch a movie or something.”

Shower. Yes. Jisung needed to leave this room immediately. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He moved your hands off of his shirt, trying to not seem too eager to get away. “I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He rushed to the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him. Jisung leaned against the door and tugged his shirt over his head in a fit of frustration. What the fuck was that? You knew the rules. You knew what Jisung wasn’t allowed to do. You were the good little sub. Why were you acting like Jisung?

His phone pinged with a notification. With shaky hands, he pulled his phone out his pocket. It was a text message from you, to the group chat with him and Hyunjin.

You: [10:45] three more days!!!

Hyunjin’s response was immediate.

Jinnie: [10:45] i can’t wait. miss you two so much <3

Three more days. Okay. Yes. Jisung could make it three more days. I mean, he’s made it eleven so far, three more days shouldn’t be that hard? It was the final stretch, he could literally see the finish line. He could easily do this.

Jisung locked his phone and went to put it on the counter, knocking something off the edge of it. He bent down to pick it up and froze.

Your vibrator, still wet from being clean, laid on the tile floor and confirmed that you were in fact taunting him. Everything was red, and Jisung was no longer shaking with self control, but anger.

You were fucking playing with him, knowing he couldn’t react. Everything, from the panties to the lotion to the vibrator; it was all intentional. All a part of your plan to piss him off. Jisung would wager that even the text message was part of it - reminding him how close he was to succeeding. And you wanted to play? This close to his win?

Fine, then. Jisung would fucking play.

He took more than fifteen minutes in the shower, purposely drawing it out to annoy you. His skin care routine took twice as long, and he even took the time to shave and brush his teeth for a second time that morning. You were a good sub, but an impatient one, and Jisung planned to take advantage of that.

The steam followed Jisung out of the en-suite bathroom. He walked right past the bed to the dresser, purposely avoiding your gaze as he looked for a pair of boxers. You were staring, and he knew it. Typically when he leaves the bathroom, he usually walks out naked to find his clothes. It didn’t take long for you and Hyunjin to adjust to Jisung being nude all the time to the point that you almost didn’t notice it. But today, he had a white towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips. It was out of the ordinary, commanding your full attention.

Once he found the pair he was looking for, he turned around to look at you. “Finish the joint yet?”

Your eyes were fixed on his v-line and the way the towel just barely concealed his cock. Still, you nodded. “I was just about to light it.”

He nodded towards you, silently telling you to do so. Jisung watched as you slipped the brown stick between your lips, forcefully moving your eyes away from his form to light it. Once lit, you took a long drag, eyes closing in bliss as you exhaled. You extended your arm, offering him a hit.

Jisung walked over to the edge of the bed, and took it out of your hands, only to put it back between your fingers, the mouthpiece now facing him. He leaned in, lips brushing against your fingers as he closed around it, staring right at you as he inhaled. Once he had enough, he took it all in deeply before exhaling, blowing the white smoke all over your face.

When the smoke cleared, he saw your wide eyes staring at him. You had caught on. You knew he knew, and that he was playing back. Quickly your expression changed in an attempt to hide the revelation, but it was too late. Jisung gave you a lazy smirk before leaning in, lips brushing tenderly against your cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the next move to you.

And move you did.

Once Jisung returned to the bedroom, you had put a top on. Granted, it didn’t do much; a basic white tank top that had been worn so many times it was loose and kept little to the imagination. After finishing the joint, you whined about being snacky before leaving the room to rummage through the kitchen. Jisung was surprised when you walked back in with two popsicles instead of your typical munchies snacks.

“The smoke made my throat hot.”

Jisung would have believed you if it weren’t for how you were eating the popsicle. The way you sucked on it was pornographic, and the sticky popping noises you made when you pulled it out didn’t help. It was a good move, he had to admit - he would have a hard time hiding how quickly it got to him. After a long suck, you popped the cold treat out, a bit of the juice running off your bottom lip.

His turn.

“Wait.” He said as you made a move to put the popsicle back in your mouth. Jisung closed the space between you two, then used a finger to swipe up the pink juice. Locking eyes with you, he stuck the finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.”

The cat and mouse game you played went on for the rest of the day. You brushing your ass against his crotch as you squeezed by the get something, Jisung letting out a loud groan as he stretched out. It had gone on far longer than Jisung had expected it to; he was convinced one of you would break before dinner time. But dinner came and went, and both of you were still going strong.

No, the breaking didn’t come until Hyunjin missed the nightly phone call.

Jinnie: [19:50] hey, something came up and i won’t be able to call tonight :( i’m so sorry my loves, but i promise i’ll call the second i’m free

You saw the text first. You and Jisung had retreated to the bedroom for the night, a movie that only he was really paying attention to playing, as you had opted to scroll on your phone. It made sense that you would be the first to see the text.

You sighed sadly before nudging your boyfriend. “Look.”

Jisung rolled his head to the side you were on, face slowly falling as he read the text. A wave of sadness rushed over the two of you - the nightly phone calls made Hyunjin being away so much easier.

“I mean, it sucks, but if he’s busy-” Jisung said sadly, eyes still fixed on your phone as you responded.

You: [19:52] :(((

Jinnie: [19:52] i know. i’m so sorry. the moment i get a chance to slip away, i’ll call you. promise

You huffed, tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Sinking lower in the bed, you crossed your arms and pouted, glaring at the movie like it was the reason for the missed call.

Your reaction was…strange. Jisung couldn’t help but stare at you as you silently threw a fit. He was usually the one to act out like this, not you. This reaction to a phone call, plus how you’ve been acting all day… What happened while he was at the gym?

Testing the waters, Jisung put his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. “Hey,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s oka-“

“No, it’s not.” You pushed out of his arms, returning to the pouty position you were just in. “He’s not being fair.”

Jisung paused the movie before turning back to you. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not being fair’? You know how unpredictable his schedule is on work trips-“

“He’s not being fair.” You snapped, eyes shooting up to Jisung. He had never seen you so upset about something so minor. “First the phone call this morning, then this-“

“Phone call this morning? What phone call this morning?”

You shut your mouth. You had said too much. It’s not like Jisung didn’t know you were masturbating - he was well aware of it even before he found your vibrator this morning - so it didn’t make any sense why you would not tell him about the call.

“What happened during the call?” Jisung asked, tone low and serious.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t lie to me.” The way he was speaking to you gave you the chills, your body suddenly cold. “Tell me what happened during the call that made you act like a brat all day.”

You could not tell him. You could keep Hyunjin’s words to yourself, keep the way he made you so mad a secret.

But first he told you that you couldn’t fuck Jisung, who was just as much your boyfriend as he was his, then this?

“I asked Hyunjin if he could end your punishment early. I asked if we could fuck. I just really want you, Sungie. I miss your touch and the way you feel inside me so much, and it’s not fair that I have to suffer because you couldn’t listen.” You didn’t look at him once you spoke, fixed on a loose thread on your tank top. “That’s why I kept teasing you today, and why-“

Jisung was the one who broke.

Never have his kisses been so aggressive, so rough, so needy. Jisung shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the moans you released at the feeling. His hands grabbed your face, lowering you sideways onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Jisung continued to kiss you, tongue seeking out every crevice of your mouth. You grabbed his hair, pulling yourself up to push your body against his and deepen the kiss. He tasted so fucking good, the heat of his body against yours making you higher than the joint you just shared.

Jisung broke the kiss, messy lips moving to kiss your jaw. He kissed all the way up to your ears, nibbling on the lobe before sucking right below it. You gasped as he marked you, using his teeth to make the hickey more prominent.

“Sungie.” You moaned, back arching as his love bites started to become painful.

“I can’t believe it.” He said, moving lower to mark up more of your neck. This time, the suction was more powerful, skin tingling as he assaulted it with his lips. “All this time, I thought you were the good one.” Two marks down, he moved to make a third, right under your chin. “Turns out, you’re just as fucking desperate and bratty as me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m good. I’m a good girl-“

“It’s hard to convince me of that when you’re fucking shaking from just a few kisses.” Jisung hissed. He bit your neck hard, making sure to bruise it before he moved on.

Jisung gripped your hips, pausing only briefly to think about how to handle this. He could move away; after all, there were only three days until Hyunjin came back. And technically, he hadn’t touched you yet. Hyunjin would excuse just a few hickeys. On the other hand, Jisung was fed up. He was frustrated with the lack of touch he’s received the past two weeks, frustrated with how you acted today, frustrated that Hyunjin had told you, their perfect angel, no.

Fuck rules. He didn’t care for them anyway.

He grabbed the hem of your tank top with both hands and proceeded to rip it open, letting the flimsy material fall to the side. He was tired of waiting. Tired of taking his time. Tired of being gentle.

He was going to fuck you like you deserved, and didn’t give a shit what Hyunjin thought about it.

Jisung skipped teasing your breasts and went right to pinching your nipples, twisted and pulling as he made more marks with his teeth across the swell of them. You cried out, nails digging into his scalp as covered you with bruises.

This wasn’t okay. You should stop him. You knew he should; he was so close to being so good, to getting everything he’s wanted. But you couldn’t even think about stopping him, not when his teeth pulled on your now sore nipples, the tugging of them both painful and pleasurable at once. Not when you could feel his erection against your thighs, rock solid and ready. Not when Hyunjin could see how good you’ve always been, and he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

If Jisung wanted to break the rules, fine. Who were you to stop him?

“Fuck, Jisung.” You cried as his teeth scraped down the center of your chest, landing at your panty line.

He tsked, right in front of your center for the first time in weeks. “Is that my name, baby girl? Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re sir. Fuck-“ you were dizzy already, soaked like you hadn’t come just this morning.

Jisung hummed in satisfaction. “What a good girl for me.” He mocked. You were far from good, and both of you knew that. His teeth bit down the hem of your panties - those stupid satin panties - and pulled them off of you. Once discarded, he saw no need to waste time, diving face first into your cunt like he was starved.

And he was, if you thought about it.

Just like his kisses, his tongue moved the same way against your pussy. He lapped up every inch of you, using his fingers to spread your lips open more. You were already soaked, had been all day, so it was no surprise that the sounds of his tongue against your dripping core were louder than they had ever been. Jisung alternated between using his tongue and using his teeth, gently biting on your clit when your moans were too quiet. He had always had a thing for pain; always had been more willing to hurt you than Hyunjin was. You loved the way he balanced it out, always making sure the pain he caused you bled into an undeniable pleasure.

His focus moved strictly to your clit, dark eyes looking up at you as he shoved two fingers into your hole. Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you with so much force, you were being pushed closer to the edge of the bed. His palm smacked your pussy as he continued the harsh movements, refusing to slow down at all.

When he began to both bite and suck your clit, that’s when the tears began to fall. That’s when your edge approached rapidly, stomach tightening like a rope.

“Sir, more. More, need more-“

Usually he’d tease you. Make you beg and cry before he gives you more.

But that just seemed too cruel today.

Jisung stuck a third finger into you, moaning at the way your screams began to echo off the wall. He had never heard you this loud, this broken for him.

He pulled off your clit, wanting to watch you as you fell apart.

“What? Does my little pain slut like that?” He asked, voice practically a growl.

Your hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Nose scrunching, he hissed at the pain, but refused to slow his motions down. If anything, Jisung fucked you harder, wanting to feel you more and more.

“Love it, love it, love it-“ you chanted, eyes rolling back as they began to leak with tears. “Cum? Please?” The question was broken between screams and pants, and you were surprised Jisung understood you at all.

“You better fucking cum. If you don’t, you won’t get my cock at all tonight.” He had to yell to be heard over your screams, and he fucking loved it.

He loved that you were just as needy as him.

So, you came. Hard. The dam breaking and absolutely soaking the duvet underneath you. Jisung didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, the pace not slowing down even a little bit until he was sure you were finished.

Your hands fell limp to your sides, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung pulled himself out of you, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down your sides. He knew you needed a moment to come down, a moment to prepare for what was next.

As he watched you, tear stained and panting, Jisung felt his heart swell with adoration. God, he fucking loved you. He loved everything about you, from the way you always laughed at his stupid jokes or how you played with his hair to help him fall asleep, how you always held his hand in public and gave him the sweetest little kisses on the tip of his nose. He loved when you used your forefinger and thumb to squish his cheeks, the teasing way you’d call him “Sungie” before pulling him in and kissing him. He loved the way you let him learn your body, guiding him as he figured you out and then letting him have complete control when he wanted it. He loved the way you learned his quickly, knowing just how to make him putty in your hands.

He loved you. Every inch of you, every piece of you, every single second spent with you. You, you, you.

Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to have Hyunjin. To be with both of you and to be overwhelmingly loved by both in such different ways. He never felt special - always thought of himself as mediocre, unneeded and unwanted. Then you two came along, with cheap beer and a pathetic excuse for a bet, and he finally felt like he found his place in the world. You two were his world, his everything, and he would never let a day go by where he didn’t show you both how much he loved you.

That’s why these rules made him so angry. Because he couldn’t show you how much he loved you while breaking you.

And that’s when his blood began to boil.

Jisung ripped his clothes off, unable to spend another second not buried inside of you. Your eyes had fluttered open, watching him as he stripped down. When his hard cock was freed, he heard your whimper and smirked.

“Oh, baby.” He whispered as he slotted himself between your legs. One hand caressed your face, moving the hair that was sticking to it away. “So beautiful.” He places a sweet kiss on your forehead, kissing in a line down until he made it to your lips. “Always so beautiful. Especially when you’re crying for me.”

Hyunjin had the audacity to tell him to behave. The audacity to tell him he couldn’t touch what was also his.

That just wouldn’t do.

Jisung adjusted your legs so your ankles hooked on his shoulder. You looked so pretty underneath him. Always so pretty when he got to be in charge of you. Hyunjin tends to forget that Jisung’s temper is shorter, and that while he can be such a good boy for him, he absolutely will not hesitate to ruin you. Especially after you’ve walked around the house in practically nothing, taunting him the entire day.

Jisung’s had enough of stupid rules for this lifetime.

His hips moved against yours, tip of his cock sliding up and down your silt. The whines you released were heavenly, and all he wanted was to listen to them again and again.

The idea hit him like a train, and before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he snatched his phone off the nightstand.

Phone in his left hand, he used his right to grab your neck, applying pressure until your whines slurred into moans. Your hands found his wrist, holding him against you while bucking your hips up.

Smiling, Jisung opened his camera and hit the red record button.

He squeezed tighter, causing drool to roll down your cheeks and mix with your tears. He chuckled at your fucked out state - hasn’t even fucked you with his cock and you’re already such a whore for him.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung slid into you with no effort, and began his brutal assault on your pussy.

You would scream if you could. The pace he fucked you at was incredible, hitting every part of you and more. But the grip on your throat made it impossible to do so, raspy gasps the only thing escaping.

“Oh, look at you.” Jisung cooed, moving the camera closer to your face. “Jinnie’s little angel letting sir fuck her like the slut she is. Didn’t you just cum for him this morning, hmm?” When you didn’t respond, he let go of your throat to deliver a light slap across your face. “Answer me. Did you, or did you not?”

“Did, did, did-“ you whined, eyes rolling back until they shut.

Jisung chuckled before grabbing your throat again. “Couldn’t even wait for him to get home, making me break the rules.” He dragged the last word out, purposely mocking Hyunjin. As if this video wouldn’t piss him off enough.

When Jisung hit the squishy spot inside you, your eyes shot back open, hands scrambling to grip onto something. He laughed at your pathetic panic, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Going to cum again?” He said, hissing when he felt you clench around him.

Unable to speak, you nodded, digging your nails into his wrist.

Jisung chuckled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Do it, angel. Cum, and I’ll give you mine.”

The camera moved to capture where the two of you were connected, and Jisung was so happy he decided to zoom in on it.

Especially when you screamed, squirting all over your bodies and the bed.

That alone made Jisung stop, moaning as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You were sobbing now, the overstimulation and feeling of his heat inside you sending you over the edge.

Jisung pulled out slowly, ending the video just as his cum followed his cock out of your core.

Collapsing on top of you, Jisung kissed all over your face, immediately praising you for how well you took him. You lied limp, only moving to hug him. All you needed was to feel him. To know he was here, and real, and that he loved you.

Jisung knew this. He knew how to care for you after scenes like this. So he kept you in his arms, praising you and kissing you, and not stopping until he felt your heart rate slow and saw your eyes shine again.

“There you are.” He whispered, stroking your cheek. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.”

Your bottom lip trembled, wanting to speak but being unable to. You stared at him, hoping he would understand what you needed. When he got off of you and immediately collected you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, you knew he did. He sat you on the counter and started the bath, filling it with bubbles. Jisung washed your face and cleaned you up as the tub filled behind him.

Once clean, he took you over to the tub, gently placing you in the warm water before getting in behind you. He tried to lean you against his chest, but you turned around, hugging him like a koala instead. Jisung giggled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

You finally spoke.

“Never leave me.” It was a rough whisper, shaking with the emotions that had begun to flood back to you.

Jisung kissed the side of your head, refusing to do anything other than keep you against his body.

“I never will.”

//

Hyunjin felt bad for many reasons; missing the phone call tonight, putting those rules in place, telling you you couldn’t punish Jisung.

It wasn’t like him, and he hated it just as much as you two did, but he hoped you would understand.

Especially considering he just climbed into a cab at the airport that was taking him home to the two of you.

When his boss told him he could fly home early if he wanted to, Hyunjin had never packed a bag faster. This trip had been harder than the others, and all he wanted was to see his favorite people, hold them, and kiss them all over.

So that’s why he told you not to do anything, that’s why he couldn’t call tonight. He wanted to surprise you. He would make it up to the both of you in thirty minutes when he was finally home.

The ding in his AirPods alerted him of a text, and he felt zero shame on how quickly he dug the phone out of his backpack. It was the text tone he used for you and Jisung, and he could hardly contain how excited he was knowing he’d see you soon.

Sungie: [21:38] 1 Video Attached

Sungie: [21:38] sorry, jinnie <3

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Hyunjin tapped play on the video.

The first thing he saw was you, face covered in tears, sweat, and drool. The marks on your jawline told a story Hyunjin didn’t want to hear, the hand clasping your throat only making things worse.

Hyunjin felt his heart stop, anger rising to the surface as he took in the video, watching it over and over and over again. He stared at the way you broke, the way cum trickled out of you, Jisung’s slap to your face. His sweats grew tights as he played it again.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

The cab driver stopped the car, and Hyunjin threw him whatever money he could pull out of his wallet before climbing out. The only light on was in the master bedroom, flashes of blue indicating that the two of you were watching a movie.

“Say hi to Hyunjin.” He scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the door, the scent of his home welcoming him.

He didn’t think there would be many chances to speak when he gets to that bedroom.

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[early20sfailingplenty]

imagine youve been stuck in Ambrose for a while and you find the highchairs and start to cry because you started to put two and two together about what happened to them as kids

NONNIE NEXT TIME JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEART IT'LL HURT LESS😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

TW; canon-descriptive child abuse (all three brothers), canon typical darkness and allusions of previous violence, reader cries, implications of Stockholm Syndrome (but that was unintentional; you know by now I prefer to think of the Sinclairs healing & learning to love an S/O genuinely - however, it could be interpreted that way so I'm putting it on here just in case), swearing in the narrative and dialogue, reader has some self-negative thoughts within the narrative, references to stomach bile, nausea and feeling sick (NO vomiting or anything physical; just emotionally driven physical responses).

GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO CODED LANGUAGE, "YOU" AND Y/N USED.

You didn't ask for a specific Sinclair (which is more than fine!!!) so I meshed all three of them - it can be platonic or romantic for any or all of them. Take what you need from this piece, it's all left ambiguous so you can decide for yourself!!!💗

I wrote this out in one sitting so apologies for any typos; it kind of... just flowed out of my fingers??? IDK but here! I hope you like it! <3

Word count: 2, 777.

Also lmao sorry not sorry the things Y/N says to the brothers are all things I want to say, as well as others here, so there's some degree of self-insert in here.

The pieces were all there.

They had been since the very beginning - the thick scars which roped around Bo's wrists, always covered and never ever touched; Vincent's wax mask and the way he never took it off; Lester's reluctance to go into certain rooms of the house; the various newspaper clippings scattered all around the house but only in drawers that remained shut, picture frames shattered and never replaced. They loved their parents, they hated them, they missed them, they were glad they were gone. Small pieces of information had revealed themselves to you over the months you had been stuck in Ambrose, every puzzle piece you needed to connect the dots of the tragic, horrific past of the Sinclair brothers was there, but none of them fell into place properly until one day when you were in the House Of Wax playing with Jonesy in the foyer.

As you called Jonesy to you, causing her to bark excitedly before she trotted over, your eyes fell upon the highchairs in one of the alcoves. You shuffled closer to the childhood momentos. They were caked in a thick layer of dust, cobwebs so thick that they were stretched like cotton candy across the handles and the spaces in which limbs were supposed to fit. One of them was in pristine condition, well loved and kept, with 'Vincent' engraved on the back rest, and the other... you felt bile rising up in your throat almost immediately. Dried blood was crusted around the restraints on both foot rests and both arm rests, and you had a flash of a mental image of baby Bo, restrained by his wrists and screaming, kicking, making noise because no one was listening to him so he would only yell louder until someone did...

Oh.

Oh.

Everything crashed down onto you all at once like a ton of bricks and you gasped so hard that you had to cough. Oh, fuck. Everything made sense now and a sob ripped its way out of your throat so violently and so suddenly that it scared you. You cried harder for that and Jonesy barked and raced off down the corridor behind you. You shuffled a bit closer to Vincent's highchair and reached your hand out, wanting to touch it but also not wanting to. The disgust that you felt towards Trudy and Victor was rising, and your eyes fell on Bo's highchair next. There was so much blood and you couldn't breathe, your throat aching, your lungs sore, your vision blurry with tears that wouldn't stop falling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Who were you apologising to? You knew not, but it didn't matter. Your head bowed under the weight of the grief, the empathy, the sympathy and the disgust all piled atop your mortal shoulders and you let it take you over. You had always felt everything just a little too much, and even though the start of your permanent residency in Ambrose hadn't been a pleasant one, you had grown to love the brothers and their lifestyle. "You didn't deserve it, you didn't - " Words continued to pour out of your mouth and it masked the sound of someone approaching you with slow, confident steps. "I see the twins, but where's Lester?" A pause as you thought about it - the terrible truth had always been right under your nose - and then, "Oh... oh, that's even worse. Lester, honey, I'm sorry."

Vincent stood there, listening to you grieve for him and his brothers, and it was making his chest hurt. Oh, but you thought you were alone, so that meant that this was all real. You were genuinely upset for him and his brothers, and it made Vincent even more grateful for the fact that his brothers had both asked him to leave you alone all those months ago. Somehow had you wormed your way into three hearts with walls constructed around them so high that even the brothers themselves couldn't see over them sometimes, and here was the proof that they had made the right decision. Vincent vowed in that moment to get to know you more, to let that final sliver of ice in him towards you melt away. He was the hardest brother to properly bond with, so cautious was he.

Carefully, Vincent pulled out his phone and sent Bo and Lester a message each. All three of them had to be here for this, the final event which had to happen in order for you to become a Sinclair, and not just someone they had decided not to kill so very long ago.

Wax House. Now.

It wouldn't take them long to get here; rarely did Vincent command something of his brothers, free spirits were the three despite the fact that they bore the chains of their past, their traumas, and the hopes and dreams that had been murdered alongside their parents. They had been doomed from the start and they never would have been anything more than what they were. They were chained up by the ghosts of themselves, a cemetery was Ambrose, the tombs mere replicas of the bodies encased within.

All in Ambrose were dead, even those with heartbeats.

Vincent tapped his thigh twice and Jonesy moved from his side over to yours, her tail wagging slowly, her nose poking at your damp cheeks. "Hi, pretty girl," You sniffled thickly. The wet noise of such made Vincent wince and he decided that this was a real display; you weren't faking it. It was too raw and it had been going on for long enough now that if it was an act, an inconsistency of some kind would have made itself known. He was gently apathetic to your grief but touched by it all the same; Vincent barely understood how that could be so.

You were still sobbing, your hands in your lap and your head bowed. You were the very picture of devastation. Vincent knew well the cost of a horrific realisation. Of all the brothers, he was the one who had the clearest head about their childhoods, and his grief had been processed whereas yours had only just begun. Your love for them was so strong and it commanded Vincent now to make himself known to you. He wouldn't interrupt, though - he wanted to see if you were going to say anything else. Vincent approached you from the side and scuffed his boot so that you would hear him; he knew not how badly you would startle if he seemed to materialise right in front of you. It would have made for some free entertainment, but this wasn't the time or the place. Bo absolutely would have made you jump, just because he could, but Vincent couldn't bring himself to do that to you, even if the thought of it made him smile. Vincent wasn't his twin, the differences subtle but distinct.

As quickly as the upset had come to you, so too had moral conflict. They had had abusive childhoods, Bo seeming to bear the brunt of it just from the state of his highchair, but that could never and would never excuse, condone or justify any of what they did. It could serve as an explanation but even that was a stretch. They were all sadistic, cruel and underhanded, psychotic, dark, dangerous, evil motherfuckers... and you had grown to love all three of them in their own ways. You swiped at your face just as Vincent's wax-encrusted boot came into view and the door to the museum swung open, revealing a panting, curious and worried Bo and a cautious Lester. The sight they walked in on - you on your knees sobbing in front of the highchairs and Vincent looming over you - was a decidedly odd one and characteristically was Bo the one to make the first move.

"Uhh, Vincent? Th'fuck they doin' down there?" His voice was quiet, every syllable enunciated. Uncertainty never sat well with Bo, who wasn't looking at you. He only had eyes for his twin as he pointed at you rudely, his chin tipped up so that he could see the room clearly underneath his baseball cap.

Not wanting to be spoken about when you were right there, you sniffled louder than you needed to, just to make a point, and said, "I found the highchairs... put the pieces together about what you've all been through. I'm really sorry." Your voice broke and now all three brothers had gazes fixed on your body. It was unnerving to have three matching intense and unwavering stares on you and it made you fumble your words out, your forehead growing hot from the inside. "It's disgusting what was done to you by the people meant to love and protect you like no other. Doesn't mean I agree with what you do 'round here as adults, it's not right... but none of you deserved to go through that as kids and I'm sorry." Your tears were slower now but still very much present in your face and on your face, and all three gazes softened as they looked at you. You were down on your knees, broken over their pasts, and none of them knew what the fuck to do.

So they stood there and watched with unapologetic apathy, though parts of all three brothers wished they found it as easy to physically offer you comfort as they did thinking about it.

You wondered which one would join you in breaking first.

"Bo, you - " You turned to look at him, and you saw his face crease in sympathy. "I'm so sorry. Your wrists, I - " You covered your face in your hands and let yourself choke out a sob before you straightened up and tried to get your words out, so thickly laid were they in your throat that it felt like you were going to be sick. "They never should've done that to you. You were just a kid with behavioural problems. You needed help, not... not that. Fuck, I - " Your face screwed up and your tears fell faster, hotter, harder.

Vincent made a quiet noise of distress - this was now starting to become too much, even for him, and he knew that he needed to intervene so that he could calm you down, if nothing else, before you spiralled even further. He ducked down to rub his hand up and down your back in fluid, slow motions. It was almost clinical in the way he was trying to soothe you, the heat of him sinking through your clothes and warming you from the inside. It accompanied Lester's murmured, "oh, sweetpea," and the unexpected tenderness only made you cry harder still. Fuck, what had the Sinclairs done to you?

There was a look of something on Bo's face. "Darlin', y'don't gotta' feel sorry for me, it was..." Words failed him. There were too many emotions at once in his voice and eyes for you to name but there was vulnerability on his face and in the way his thumbs rubbed at the seams of his black shirt. With the Sinclairs, vulnerability was always met with the same, a silent gesture of thanks. Bo started to come towards you and you reached out for him. He didn't touch you yet, but somehow, some way, all four of you ended up on the floor together, with you in the middle and the Sinclairs dotted around you. Jonesy made her home on your lap as she whined and licked at your cheeks. You kept your hands on her even as you poured out more of your thoughts. You wanted them out of your head but you also wanted the Sinclairs to hear them.

"And Vincent, you - " Your eyes fixed on the line which announced the presence of a mask on his face, "Your momma shouldn't have taught you that. She should've taught you to love you for you, to accept things beyond your control. She should've taught you to love yourself. I'm sorry she taught you the opposite. It was wrong of her and you deserved better." The hand on your back froze briefly before it continued, the touch softer this time, and you heard his thank you within his gesture. "Lester - you don't seem to have a highchair in here which makes me feel sick. Whatever was done to you, or... or not done, I'm sorry. S'not right to have a child and not treat them like any others. All three of you deserved better."

Silence met your rawness and you began to feel like an idiot who had just embarrassed themselves in front of -

Hands.

Thick roped scars came into your view and you began to tear up again. You raised your hand, as if to touch, but the last time you had accidentally touched Bo's scars, he had ripped away from you with a snarl and avoided you for the rest of the day. Your fingers clenched and you pulled your hand away, but Bo stopped you. "No, shush, it's okay," Bo's voice was but a whisper. "After that whole thing, darlin', d'ya really think I'd stop ya'? Y'c'n touch." His tone was soft, his words harsh but the look in his eyes kind. It was confusing even during the best of times, but right now you could see how hard Bo was genuinely trying, and it only made your poor heart bleed for him more. How many times had he screamed for help in his head and gone unaided? How many times had he asked as an adult for help and been unheard because no one stuck around long enough (typically, he killed them before they could even find out who he truly was, but that was a point of semantics as far as you were concerned).

"Does it - do they hurt?" You sniffled and fingers ghosted across Bo's flesh. A shudder ripped through him and you glanced up at him. He shook his head just once and you understood - it didn't hurt him now. The flesh was just too damaged after years of repetitive abuse. "I'm sorry, Bo," Those tears dripped down your cheeks still, and Bo sighed. He didn't know what to say and so he didn't say anything at all. He just let you touch his scars and examine them up close and he hoped that that would be enough. It had to be, because he didn't know what the fuck else to do with you or for you. For all of his scripts, for all of his southern charm and acts, when it got down to the nitty, gritty raw emotions, Bo was lost.

Vincent's hand continued to rub up and down your back and you realised that he had been this entire time as it registered in the back of your mind that your spine was tingly every time he moved away from one spot and onto another, even though you hadn't paid any attention to him since you had said what most needed to be. Lester made a soft noise, something between an "ohh" and an "awwh", and leaned over to cup your face in his hands. His muddied thumbs clumsily brushed away your tears and he leaned in, closer, closer, until he could press a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Too kind t'us, Y/N."

You shook your head and the most pitiful whine left your throat. All three brothers froze into place, their hearts wrenching in their chests, and then there were hands on you. Bo's hand, which had come to be cradled in your lap between both of your own, was now tightly gripping yours. Lester's hands remained on your face, and Vincent managed to somehow straighten out his legs and plop you on his lap in just two motions. It was scary how he was able to move like that, and his brothers shifted closer too.

You allowed yourself to sink into their touches, one of your hands in Jonesy's fur and the other tightly gripping Bo's own, your fingers interlaced. How long you all sat there for, you knew not. All you did know was that you were surrounded by the Sinclairs, and though none of them had really said anything to you in response to the way you were hurting over them, for them and because of them, the fact that they had all gathered around you on the dusty, dirty and well worn floor to comfort you said everything it needed to... as did the fact that when you finally went home that night, all three were just a little warmer towards you.

You were a Sinclair now, for worse or for the worst.