#provoking big boys until they manhandle you

[transgriffin]

Oh boy he's into it

I'm only missing a hair grab in that second one

Brat looking for a brat tamer

Some favourite tags on my Merlin gifsets part 12 (x)

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[sukunasweetheart]

im gonna tell you my favorite thing about sukuna right neow because i think youd be the best writer to write this (i jus love you) of yoru uncomfortbale, its ok. But hear this knowledge i know that you may not know or if you do thats GREAT.

sukuna can lactate. CANNONICALLY.

PLEASEEEEE lmfoaksdn i love this... ive read a few fics with trueform sukuna lactating and maybe its my turn to do a little something for it too... this is ur warning lmao it turns very smutty at the end bye

its good for a little sub!sukuna too, he's never let anyone come near his chest except you, so he'd probably be new to all the sensations youd give him ^^ you're overexcited and sukuna is probably grimacing at you, thinking youre a weirdo and a pervert for wanting to suck on his teet so bad, but after a lot of convincing, he lets you try to relieve the ache of his TIDDIES with a big eye roll

and boy, does it feel weird. you suck on his nipple like a newborn, and as your tongue rolls around his sensitive bud, he can't stop the shudders that go down his spine. his growing erection becomes painfully obvious and he's almost horrified about it, why does this feel so good?

you groan at the taste of his sweet milk and he finds it oddly fulfilling-- knowing that you're enjoying the taste of his...milk. you roll your hips around against his boner and sukuna's large hands land on your waist to guide your movements.

you suck on his one nipple until it's puffy and swollen and run dry, before moving on to the other one.

"fuck... slow down. it's not goin' anywhere," sukuna huffs at you, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and red ears. you don't respond, only continuing to squeeze out every drop from him using your mouth. you're also getting wetter and wetter between your legs with every passing second, drunk from his sweet taste, wondering how such a bitter man could produce something like this out of his chest.

sukuna breathes heavier above you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as you lap up every drop that comes out. he jerks his hips up every now and then, unable to help himself. he'll need to fuck you dumb after this as a punishment-- or a reward, perhaps?

he gets closer to soiling his hakama pants with his load, but he's doing everything to hold back because it's humiliating enough that the king of curses lactates, and is currently letting someone drink from his pecs. he can't be cumming into his clothes like a virgin on top of that. he grits his teeth and restrains himself.

it was a futile effort however, because you do something unthinkable and brave on your part, suddenly using your teeth into the mix, biting lightly on his sensitive nipple, immediately sending him over the edge.

sukuna jolts and his clothed cock presses up against you as he blows his load into his pants, the shock of the painful pleasure having shot down his spine. you hear him groan deeply and hiss at you, retaliating by grabbing a handful of your hair. but you're unrelenting, and your mouth is still latched onto him. your cheeky grin pisses him off.

once his orgasm subsides, sukuna pries your lips away from his puffy nipples. they're swollen and sensitive. he has tears barely protruding from the corners of his eyes, and there is a brilliant blush on his face.

"fucking hell. you're insatiable. one perverted fucking woman," he tells you with a growl.

"but you liked it. loved it, even. so much that you came in your pants-"

you yelp as you're manhandled onto the bed. sukuna practically tears the clothes off from your body, stripping you bare, down to your dripping wet pussy. he roughly slots his fingers into your soaking cunt, a mean glare in his eyes, having flared up from your provoking.

"you're sopping wet. not much better than me, are you?" sukuna sneers, fingering your most delicate spot. you moan, unable to respond, too preoccupied with the pleasure.

he removes his digits and then shoves them into your own mouth, to shut you up. then, he frees his still aching cock from his pants and shoves it into you all in one go.

"all nice and loose f' me," he groans, feeling your welcoming walls around his dick.

"i wonder if i bred you nice and full- would i get to have a taste of your milk too?"

you suck on his fingers and whimper, full of lust and desire.

"oh? ...you don't seem to hate the idea. i'll fuck a baby into you, then," he says darkly.

...and a blissful night ensues, where you get to enjoy getting pumped full of the milk from his cock, not just his tits.

[phantasmiafxndom]

so glad you're doing twst content!! can i get rough sex with the furry boys? just fucking them so hard they'll feel it for days and forcing them to accept it, perhaps grabbing their tails to make them follow my impulses?

Leona

Typically, Leona doesn't put a lot of effort into sex. He'd rather lie back and challenge you to have your way with him... especially when it ends like this. There's something about the utter disrespect of being manhandled that really gets him hot, and he'll absolutely provoke you into it. Hold him down and fuck him stupid and sobbing, until there's come coating his belly and he can't form words well enough to be a brat anymore. Then, when you grab his tail to pull him right back onto your cock. he's as pliant as can be.

Ruggie

Despite plenty of whining at you to be a little more gentle, Ruggie isn't protesting anywhere near enough to be convincing. His fluffy little tail is swishing back and forth so quickly you can hardly get ahold of it, but a solid tug coupled with a growled order to stay still has him going all but limp underneath you. From that point, all Ruggie's capable of is whimpering and begging for more— he's so hard it's killing his sense of shame, so expect plenty of cute noises and pleas for you to treat him rougher, make him come— 

Jack

From the beginning, Jack is confident that he can handle you at your roughest. He's big and strong, so it'll be no problem, right? Wrong. Once he's pinned down, ass in the air like a bitch getting bred, your teeth nipping at the nape of his neck, and your cock splitting him open until he's whining, it's clear that he overestimated how much he could take. Grabbing his tail to hoist his hips to a better angle earns a truly shameful sound... and a lustful shudder running down his spine from the manhandling.

[bonny-kookoo]

Rabid (JJK x Reader) 🐾☁️💜🔞

🐺Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🐺Genre: A/B/O AU!, Werewolf AU!, Angst, romance, smut

🐺Warnings: alpha!kookers and his omega!reader, impreg kink, shifting, hybrid Au, werewolf Au, bangtan pack!, primal sex, biting, scratching, scenting, marking, knotting, size kink, strength kink, praise kink oh yes, protective boi kook, Jungkook asserting dominance smh, omega being the cute ball of soft cotton candy she is, fighting, blood, violence, injuries, best alpha doggo boi Jungkook, heart to heart convos, degrading names and not the kinky ones sadly, puppies, I repeat, puppies 🐶, omega!Jin, Omega!Taehyung, Beta Yoongi, Alpha Namjoon, alpha Hoseok, Beta Jimin, don’t worry Omega doesn’t automatically mean submissive oh boy Nop Nop, just read the damn thing it’ll make sense okay, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

🐺Summary: Jeon Jungkook and his Omega are a mates couple of Bangtan Pack. Recently, the sweet bubble they’ve created seems to grow weaker and weaker, as a feral pack attacks and kills wolfs left and right. Things take a dark turn, and for once, the big bad wolf is actually terrified. Terrified of loosing you.

A pack's life wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, or comfort and protection.

Bangtan pack had learned that the hard way months ago, when Namjoons ex Mate had been violently attacked and killed. He'd mourned quite a bit, even though she'd been unfaithful and had refused to accept her own pups, leaving them with him and his pack as she'd continued her unbound lifestyle. It had still hurt him deeply- yet it was a thing that happened.

He got over it.

And he was happy again these days, as he watched Taehyung and Jin play with his two pups, who still weren't old enough to shift into their human forms. They would stay like that for a while longer, and sometimes Namjoon caught himself wishing that they could just stay like that forever- without having to worry too much about their human sides like he and his pack had to. But it would happen eventually, and he hoped they would grow up to be just as respectful and caring as the rest of his pack was.

Taehyung and Jin were, together with Jungkooks Mate, the only omegas of the pack. While you were the only one who would bear her own pups in the future, Taehyung and Jin took on the roles of caring for his children. He was glad he had them with him- he was not fit to be an only-father due to his alpha side. "What're you thinking about?" Yoongi, the pack's Beta asked from the sidelines, coffee in hand as he watched Taehyung and Jin play with the youngest of the pack, letting the young pups claw and bite their fur without much resistance.

"I'm glad things are returning to normal." He explained, and Yoongi nodded, when Jungkook and you stepped in from your recent grocery shopping trip. Namjoon laughed as the two excited pups immediately yapped and stumbled towards you, making you kneel down to greet them properly. He caught Jungkooks soft gaze on you immediately, already knowing that he would turn out to be a great father and alpha for his own litter in the future. "Everything okay out there?" The Alpha asked Jungkook, who nodded, although not too confident.

"We caught some scents near the borders when we returned, but it wasn't too evident. They probably only want to provoke again." He sighed out as he took the other plastic bags you had discarded next to you, placing them on the kitchen counter and sitting on the couch, next to yoongi. "Do you want me to patrol again?" He asked his leader, as he'd turned quiet and a bit thoughtful at his comment.

"No." He said, and Yoongi furrowed his brows. "If they want to provoke, let them. I'm not biting the bait." He explained, and Jungkook nodded, before he turned his head, having heard you shift. Namjoons mind eased up a little as he watched you, Tae and Jin groom the pups, motherly instincts growing more and more these days. "She'll be a great mother." He hummed, and Jungkook grinned, as if the praise was sent towards him. In a sense it was, because even though Namjoon had talked about his mate, he could hear his alpha inside his head.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ. ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.

You slowly detached yourself from them after a moment, walking over to Jungkook as you placed your head onto his thigh, careful not to interrupt the discussion he currently held with Yoongi. Almost as if on instinct his hand placed itself onto your head, large palm running over your soft fur, making your ears droop to the side a little to give him more room for his affection.

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴜs.

Even though you sometimes disagreed with your omega, she was right on most occasions. You've had some small trust issues before you'd met Jungkook, being raised with the warning that Omegas were easily taken advantage of, you were wary of anyone around you. He'd slowly brought you out of your shell however, with promises you knew he'd keep and lots of understanding, communication, and affection. Nowadays, he could kick you around like he wanted, if he wanted to- you would still wag your tail and seek his praise straight after.

It should scare you, but you knew he would never let you down like that. He'd never betray your trust like that. Your whole pack would keep you safe.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ. ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀs sᴀғᴇ. ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

Your head slipped from his thigh for a second as you'd almost fallen asleep, making Jungkook chuckle and Namjoon snort. You shyly laid down at Jungkooks feet, before he patted the space next to him on the couch. "Come up baby, you don't have to lay on the ground." He said, and you jumped up on the couch, halfway laying on his lap as he continued his talk, his voice lulling you to sleep.

"Hmm.. so sweet." He humms against your neck, as you slowly wake up. His hands are already running over your naked stomach, upwards to cup your chest in his palm, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers. His eyes are still closed, and he only rumbles out something that almost sounds like a purr every now and then as his lips curl into a lazy but content smile, his nose burying itself into your neck where your scent is strongest. He opens his mouth to run his canines along the skin, before leaving an open mouthed kiss there, making you squirm around a bit in his hold. He moves his legs to cage yours in, as he chuckles when you whine against him. "So soft.. so warm.." He muses, still not quite awake yet you notice as your own body still fights the clouds of sleep as well.

sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

His alpha humms pleased inside his head, happy to have you close to him, satisfied to know you're in his arms. This is where he knows you're safe, where he knows nothing could happen to you.

He squeezes your breast a bit harder, before his thumb moves over your nipple, his deep brown eyes opening a crack to see your form next to him, relaxed and comfortable in his hold, and he feels proud. You're letting him see you so vulnerable, so bare of any form of guard up, you let him guide you however he feels fit for you, and his heart swells as your hands reach for his skin, desperate to feel him close, even though you already are. The times you felt self-conscious and shy at the mere fact you were naked were long gone by now. You felt comfortable around him, enough to know your bond is one without judgement. His eyes lock onto the bite mark still present on your neck, a prominent sign he carried as well, like a wedding band for humans, but way more final than that. It was as if he could see his future with you in the scar on your skin, and he loved every bit of it.

You suddenly playfully bite after his hand which tried to move some hair out of your face, and his eyes widen a bit at the gesture, making you open yours as well. The teasing glint awakes something inside him as you suddenly wiggle your legs around, trying to get on top of him as he grins, locking your legs with his as you whine, pushing at his chest as he chuckles. He grabs your wrist and tries to pin it down as you suddenly move your face to the side, nipping at his fingers without the intention to bite. "Hm, you wanna play?" He asks amused when you duck out of his grasp, only getting as far as laying your stomach over his side, legs still tightly interlocked with his. You claw at his back and he hisses for a moment, yet he doesnt seem mad about it at all as he moves his leg, giving you freedom. For a moment.

Before you can make it out of the bed he grabs your upper arm, pulling you against his chest as you hit his shoulder with the back of your head, now genuinely whining in frustration as he simply laughs. You struggle in his hold, uncaring of both of your nudeness and the way his prominent erection was poking against your lower back. You reach your arms over your head, trying to catch his skin with your fingers to claw at it, yet it only turns into your own demise as he simply raises his arm as well, palm easily catching your wrists and holding them above your head as his nose nuzzles against your neck teasingly.

You grin as he kisses and licks at your bonding mark, happily giving up your fight at this display of affection.

He finally moved around after throwing you backwards on the bed again, towering over your form as he roughly manhandles you around so you are placed on your stomach, before pulling your hips up, making you mewl as you instinctively present to him, making him groan as he leans down, his chest against your back as you could feel his erection between your legs. His hand reaches for your center, chest vibrating against your back as he humms approvingly when his fingers find you already wet and ready for him.

ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴜs. His alpha cooes. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

Jungkook lets his hand move a bit over your lower lips until he deems you prepared enough. His hand pumps his waiting length for a second, before he enters you quite roughly, sighing at the feeling of your warm walls around him. You felt like home, like comfort, like a safe space that only belonged to him.

ʙɪᴛᴇ. ʙɪᴛᴇ. ʙɪᴛᴇ.

He leans down his head, takes the skin of your neck between his teeth as he bites, before letting go, and repeating that action over and over again until he huffs against your skin in hot breaths. His one arm is hooked underneath your lower belly to keep you snug against him and positioned properly, while his other grabs at your chest roughly, making you mewl as he grunts, every thrust of his hips shaking your body a bit. You try to get up on your arms in front of him, as he suddenly leaves your breasts alone, instead grabbing the back of your neck before he pushes you into the pillows below, careful to let you breathe as you move your face to the side, blissed out expression showing him to keep going. His alpha slowly takes over, moves more to the surface as his voice is rough, low. You're not scared of him, however. You know, just like Jungkook, his alpha would never hurt you. Your Omega bathes in the praise he gives you, making you whine and gasp out when he suddenly slows down his pace, instead thrusting with more force and deeper into you as the sound of skin against skin echoes in the room.

"So warm.. So sweet.. So submissive.." He rumbles out as he mouthes at your shoulder, hot breath making your skin tingle as you grasp the sheets below you, your high slowly reaching its peak as he cooes. "Are you gonna cum little omega? Cum for your alpha?" He asks, and you simply not, drowsy mind having a hard time answering as he suddenly yanks at your hair, stopping everything for a moment as he keeps your head up, his face close to yours as he growls out. "I asked you a question Omega." He grits out. "You wanna play more little one?" He asks amused as you simply rut against his hips, making him growl as he picks up where he left off, his pace relentless as he chases his end, noticing the way you start to clench around him, needing him, wanting him, craving him just as much as he does.

"A-Alpha!" You groan out as you cum, and he bites down hard where your bonding mark lays, grunting out as he still thrusts without much rhythm, until you feel his warmth flood your walls. He sighes out, slowly growing lip against your back as his knot swells up, making you whine while he hushes you, moving a bit, careful not to pull too much as he spoons you, mouthing, licking, and kissing your neck and shoulder as your breathing calms down slowly. This is how you know Jungkook is back, the way he carefully moves the covers back over your bodies since he knows you get cold easily after sex, and the way he just.. doesnt say anything. He doesn't need to.

"Hm.. I can't wait for you to be filled with my pups." He humms out dreamily, drowsy and close to sleep. "All round and glowing. M' gonna protect you so well baby, gonna keep you safe and sound." He muses, and you nod, happily humming as your omega inside you rolls around in satisfaction.

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs. ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪs ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴜs.

He kisses the back of your neck one last time before he settles for another round of sleep.

"I don't feel good." You said at dinner once, and Jungkook immediately perked up at that.

"What do you mean? Are you sick?" He stressed, his overprotective nature coming to the surface as you scratched your neck, sheepishly shaking your head.

"No no, its not that!" You reassured him, before looking at Namjoon. "I mean, the entire situation. I know it's calm these days, but I don't know.." You admitted, and Jin placed a reassuring hand on your back.

"I get it. I guess it is a little weird." He said, and looked at Namjoon, who seemed in thought about the entire situation. Things have calmed down over the last few days, however, that was no reason to breathe out in relief. Things just calmed down so sudden and without any cause, that it made you feel as if something was off. It wasn't just you who felt like that but the entire pack, you knew this.

"We'll keep you safe either way." Jungkook promised from across you, and you nodded, continuing your dinner.

Things did not turn out well.

When you smelled the intruders, Jungkook had already gotten up from his spot in the front yard of your home in the woods, together with Namjoon and Hoseok already looking out for anyone getting close. It happened suddenly, when Yoongi shouted, shifting immediately as a wolf attacked from the sides.

The rest was utter chaos.

Everyone, you included, shifted into wolf forms, biting and clawing away at the strangers who seemed to snicker and laugh at everything going on. It was as if it was a game to them, as if they were playing- yet there was nothing playful in their nature, as they bit hard on Hoseoks leg, making him yelp as Taehyung jumped to help him. You were no fighter, so you did the only thing rational to you.

You immediately went inside, grabbing the first pup by his neck before you carried him underneath the stairs, rushing into the living room to get the other.

ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴘᴜᴘs sᴀғᴇ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs.

Your omega was just as shaken as you were as you curled up around them, trying to soothe them the best you could as something crashed in the living room, heavy paws making its way towards you. You immediately positioned yourself in front of the terrified kids, which have scrambled into the smallest corner of the storage space under the stairs. Growling menacingly you tried to appear fearless in front of the dark grey wolf in front of you, who simply snapped its jaws at you. You ducked away from him, before you snapped at his leg, biting down hard before he managed to get a grip on your neck. You yelped as his teeth broke skin, but couldn't utter a sound as he pulled and pulled on your scruff, loosing grip before he bit again, another wound forming as you tried to desperately get out of his hold.

Another wolf joined in through the broken window in the kitchen, yapping like an excited hyena at the view of your fighting as he joined in, nipping and pushing you around with amusement as you tried to get them off of you, or at least keep their attention on you for as long as possible, so they wouldn't hurt the youngest.

The first wolf simply threw you down as you again bit his leg, tasting iron on your tongue as the stranger clawed at your backleg, biting and bruising skin as his teeth pulled mouthsfull of fur away from your body. The tufts of softness flew around in the air around you like feathers in a mere pillowfight, yet there was nothing sweet and innocent about this. You yelped out again, loudly, as you felt the skin around your backleg rip between the jaws of the stranger, making you immobile as the strangers suddenly decided to let you be, loosing their fun in you. You took this chance to scramble back to the terrified puppies, hiding them as you weakly curled up around them, your back facing away from them as they shivered, hiding underneath your bloody fur in desperate need of warmth and comfort. You wished you could soothe them, but you couldn't lift your head, blood sticky underneath your body as you tried to stay awake.

They snarl something along the lines of 'leaving the alphas bitch' alone, as they snicker outside, making you feel even worse than you did before.

You knew that Jungkook saw you as more than a mere Omega meant to please him and raise his offspring. You knew that he wasn't blinded by his instincts, and even if he was, his alpha was such a sweet existence which fit your own omega so well that it sometimes made you cry. You fall into a slumber, a vision of your past consuming you whole, as if to comfort your broken body.

"..y. Baby?" He asks you, as your head snaps up from where it rested on your palm. He smiles at you with slight worry, as he points at your pancakes in front of you. "Your food's getting cold baby." He says, and you blush as you look down at your plate, barely touched at all.

sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ!

He sighed in front of you, moving the plate towards him as he cuts a piece, holding the fork towards you with an almost teasing grin. "Looks like I'm gonna have to feed you the old fashioned way." He says, and you take the bite as he grins his signature bunny smile. It makes him look so soft and happy, the way his eyes crinkle at the sides and his nose scrunches up. "Can't have my baby starve." He continues, as he cuts another piece. His alpha is weirdly happy about the situation.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ғᴇᴅ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

He hates to do it, but he knows its necessary. "Whats on your mind?" He asks, and he visibly sees your shoulders slump down, as if he'd just taken your favorite book away. "I can see something is troubling you. Please talk to me." He asks. I want to help you, he wants to say, but he keeps it at his words as you slowly take a deep breath.

"They're saying things about me." You start, as he frowns.

"What things?" He asks, voice now a bit more serious. He knows who 'they' are- he knows that you talk about your classmates. He hates to see you being bullied, yet it happens, and you had told him again and again that he can't interfere, not so close to your graduation. You just want things to be done with.

"You're not gonna like 'em." You start, and he nods.

"Probably not. I promise I'm not gonna set your school on fire. But you need to talk to someone about it, and if not me than maybe Jin or Tae-" He continues, until you cut him off.

"Whore." You start, as his eyes widen. It seems as if he's frozen in time for a moment, before his gaze is on you again. "They.. they say I'm.. that you only keep me around because-" You try not to get too riled up as you recall their words. "-because I'm an omega thats good to fuck. Because I'm brainless, and the brainless ones are the best because they don't talk back and just choke on-" Jungkook cuts you off as he holds your hand.

"Stop." He mutters, and you simply look at the wooden table of the small restaurant you both are sitting in, as he sighes. "You're so much more to me than your body." He explains, and you melt under his gaze. "You're my mate, my partner for life, you're the part of my soul I didn't even knew I was missing." He continues, as he holds out another piece of sweetness in front of your lips, as your teary eyes gaze at him. "Their words mean nothing, okay? I love you. And only you." He says, as you take the bite from him. "You could ban me from your vagina for the next years to come and I'd still love you." He mutters playfully, as your cheeks redden.

You really do feel loved.

Jungkook had heard your first yelp loud and clear, and it threw him so off guard that he lost focus for a moment, giving a wolf opportunity to jump up on him. He fought him off with a bit of effort, trying to get inside the house as he became more and more desperate as your cries reached his sensitive ears, making him grown more and more feral in his state of mind.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴜʀᴛ! ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ! ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ!

His alpha is restless, pretty much yells into his ears and he swore he would, he swore he would get to you but he couldn't. There were too many.

After a moment of seemingly endless fighting, Namjoon snaps the neck of another alphawolf, successfully ending the attack as the rest of the rogue pack leaves with whines and tails between their legs. Jungkook breathes for a moment, before a certain smell reaches his nose. He locks eyes with Namjoon, who had seemingly noticed it as well, before the big black wolf dashed into the house, stopping dead in his tracks at the scene of the trashed living room and open kitchen, blood and fur scattered around as the irony smell gets almost too much for his sensitive nose.

He can't see you, however.

Your blood and fur show him that you didn't hide successfully, and his heart races as he walks through the mess that is the main space of the house, before his ears catch the whimpering of pups.

There, underneath the stairs in the corner you're laying down. Your back is facing him, blood and saliva staining your fur, as you barely breathe. The pups, smelling the familiar pack, scramble out from underneath your paws, crawling over your body as they rush towards their father, who eagerly inspects them immediately. Jungkook has absolute tunnel vision in that moment however, as he noticed your lack of movement.

He's moving on pure instinct at this point, delicately grabbing your scruff as he carefully pulls you out of your hiding space, but not fully out in the open. He whines and whimpers at your form, limply laying on the ground as you barely breathe, making him restless as he walks from one side to the other, unsure what to do. His mind is in a frenzy, alpha going crazy, as he nudges you every now and then with his snout, silently begging you to get up. He gets pulled away from this however, when he noticed Jin walking towards him. He knows he's no threat. He knows he's pack. But he's not himself in that moment.

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ.

His alpha growls at him, and he does the same, as he scrambles to stand above your form, tail standing diagonal being him as his ears tall as he growls out low and dangerously, for the first time actually showing intention to attack his own brothers. Jin stays still as everyone watches from their spots, witnessing for the first time how their pack member turns against them.

'Jungkook-' Jin tries to communicate, but the younger alpha continues to growl, feet never standing still as he seems restless. As if he doesn't know what to do. He looks like a young wolf in that moment, scared, confused, and painfully upset. His smell is bitter and strong, sending of a warning to everyone in the room as his ears start to slowly droop.

'Protect. I have to protect. Don't- don't come here-!' he sends off, tail slowly moving downwards as he starts to feel the exhaustion in his bones. He slowly but surely moves around again on weak legs, laying down close to you as he leans his front legs over your body, licking your fur as if that would magically heal you.

'Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!' He chants over and over again, every word growing more and more high pitched and choked up as Taehyung lays down in sadness, feeling his brothers emotions full force, as well as everyone else who can't do anything but watch the young alpha fall apart. 'wake up..' he begs, burying his face into your bloody fur as he finally gives in. 'Please.. don't leave me.' are his last words, as his mind fades.

Jin is quick to shift, as well as Namjoon and Yoongi, who immediately move the larger and heavier wolf off of you, before Taehyung can take you away with Hoseok. Jungkook slowly shifts back unconsciously as they lay him on the couch, no one having enough energy to bring him upstairs. Jin tends to his wounds as Taehyung and Hoseok bring you up the stairs into yours and Jungkooks room, as you slowly shift, making Taehyung gasp as he now sees the extend of your injuries.

There are cuts and puncture wounds all over your skin, scratches and bruises already blossoming. Your leg is the worst, open flesh gaping as he has to swallow, telling Hoseok what he needs in order to tend to your injuries.

Moments later, Jin steps into the room as well, helping his younger omega brother to care for you the best that they could before an actual doctor could take a look at you tomorrow.

"She'd told us something was off." Namjoon said with his head hanging low, arms scratched and bleeding as he watches from the doorway. "I should've listened to her." He continues, before Jin cuts in, not looking at his alpha as he continues to wash you gently.

"Self-pity won't help anyone in this situation now, Namjoon." He says, no real bite in his tone as he keeps his voice gentle, exhaustion evident however. Taehyung helps him wring out the wet cloth he's using to clean your skin, as he continues. "Things happened, and now we have to deal with the aftermath. We'll get through this, but only if we don't loose our heads over this." He explaines, the image of the youngest alpha not leaving his mind. "It's bad enough we have two of us down- her and Jungkook." He explains, as Taehyung voices his worries as well.

"Do you think he'll snap out of it?" He asks, as Namjoon chimes in.

"He has to." He says, and Jin turns around for the first time, lower lip bruised from a cut he'd received.

"Namjoon, don't be so harsh on the kid-" He starts, but gets cut off by his leader.

"He's not a kid anymore Jin. He's a full grown alpha that needs to get himself together." He argues, as Taehyung starts to defend his brother.

"No, he's a boy who almost lost his girl tonight, have some common sense!" He whines out, a low growl hinting in his tone that catches Namjoon off guard. Even Jin seems surprised. "We all accepted it when you grieved. So let him heal as well- you can't expect something like this to just go past him." He explains, as the alpha sighs.

"I'm a horrible leader, am I not?" He asks, and Jin smiles along with Tae as he answers.

"No." He answers, with a comforting gaze. "Because you listen to your pack. And the best leaders do exactly that. They listen to their pack, learn from their mistakes, and admit them if they happen." He humms, before opening his small kit to get out some cotton balls and desinfectant.

Namjoon simply nods, hoping that his oldest Omega is right.

Jungkook awakes rudely from his dreamless sleep as he finds himself on the living room couch, dressed in comfortable clothes. For a moment he hopes everything had been a dream, but his aching bones and the mild smell in the air tell differently. He sits up, noticing the now cleaned living room, and the window that had been fixed with wooden planes for now. He can smell the rain outside as Jin steps down the stairs, locking eyes with Jungkook who immediately scrambles up, rushing towards him. "Where is she? Is she okay? She's okay right? She's fine right?" He rushes out, and watches past the eldest as Jimin thanks a stranger in a white coat and familiar hospital clothing. He doesnt listen to anybody as he moves past them upstairs, almost tripping as he opens the door to see you asleep underneath your covers, a butterfly stitch above your eyebrow. His eyes glaze over as his mind begins to fog, his feet moving him as if on autopilot as he walks towards you, unconsciously shifting.

Jimin wants to scold him to leave you alone, but the doctor shakes his head. Jungkook is so careful that even Yoongi who has joined the scene seems surprised. He moves as if you're made out of eggshells as thin as paper, carefully placing himself next to you above the covers Head resting on your stomach as he simply relishes in the mere fact that you're breathing. He barely fits on the bed made for two humans, but everyone lets him.

Jimin softly closes the door, before everyone walks downstairs.

"Is there anything we can do to help him?" He asks the doctor as he puts on his shoes. He sighes.

"Not much, I'd say, let him be close to her. It would only make them both more anxious if you keep them apart from one another." He explains, as Jimin and Yoongi bid the man goodbye and a safe trip home. Closing the door, Jin sighs, sitting down in the living room after folding the blanket Jungkook had slept under. Namjoon walks into the room, his arm still bandaged as he asks about the mated couple.

"Is he okay?" He asks, knowing about your condition already. "I've never seen him like that." He humms out, and Jimin shrugs.

"I don't think anyone ever has." He exclaims, and Namjoon nods, before taking the blanket from jin.

He carefully walks upstairs, opening the door of their room as Jungkooks ears perk up, the rest of him unmoving. The older alpha smiles sympathetically at his younger brother, closing the door behind him as he slowly walks towards them both. "Is that okay?" He asks carefully, as Jungkook simply closes his eyes again, a silent way of agreeing him this close. He drapes the blanket over the large black wolf, careful to tuck you underneath it as well as he sits down on the mattress, close to your hip. "She's gonna be okay." He said, as he looked at your sleeping form, Jungkooks head lifting itself to reposition. He sighed out a breath as the alpha chuckled. "Don't get huffy now pup. She's a strong one." Jungkooks eyes move to look at the elder one, and he sees something in it that Namjoon has not seen many times. Fear.

Namjoons eyes turn gentle as he looks at you for a moment, before he humms out. "You did well."

When you walk downstairs, the entire kitchen grows silent, and you look up to see them all looking at you. Jungkook starts to choke on his food as he coughs, legs of the chair he is sitting on scraping on the tiles as he rushes towards you, carefully taking you into his arms as he holds you close. He breathes in your scent as he suddenly chokes up, violent sobs shaking his shoulders as he cries against your neck, tearfully kissing your bonding mark as you simply pet his head, smoothing out his hair as you try to calm him down. The rest of the pack has a similar expression on their faces, as Jin stands up to get another set of dishes and cutlery for you. Jungkook helps you down the last two steps as he leads you towards the kitchen table, uncaring of his still tear stained face. He sniffles, and Taehyung gives him a napkin with a teasing grin. He simply takes it, wiping his nose before he grabs at your hip, setting you onto his lap as you try to sit down on your chair.

He doesn't continue eating as he simple rests the side of his head against your shoulder, holding you close as he breathes in your scent. His alpha slowly calms down as you eat and move around, proving to him that you were actually there, that you were alive and well enough for now.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs sᴀғᴇ.

You thank jin as he pours you a cup of tea, when you turn towards Namjoon. "How are the pups?" You ask, wondering where they are as Namjoon smiles proudly.

"They're safe, and asleep upstairs." He says, and you nod, taking a sip of the warm beverage. "Thank you, by the way." He says, and you raise your eyebrows. "You did very well Omega. They're only safe thanks to you, and I owe you everything for it." He grows serious as you chuckle.

"It's my part of the pack Namjoon." You explain as you pick up your cutlery to stuff some rice into your mouth that Jungkook didn't finish. "I did what I had to." He humms in appreciation, as Jungkook silently rubs his cheek against the fabric of your sweater, the scent sending him into a mindset of pure comfort. He doesn't listen to anything being said, and you simply rest a hand on his arms that held you close to him. He noticed how cold they are, and immediately scrambles a bit to remove his zip hoodie, uncaring that he's only wearing a T-Shirt underneath as he placed the warm fabric over your shoulders.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ. ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀғᴇ.

You chuckle a bit at the gesture, and Taehyung does the same. "He's gonna be like that for quite a while I guess." Yoongi comments, eyes holding a soft look as he watches the young alpha with you.

Jimin smiles as well as he places some meat onto yours- or more like Jungkooks abandoned- plate which you thank him for. "Let him be. I can't imagine what he must've felt like." He says, as you nod, before taking another bite.

"Let's see how long it takes for Y/N to grow tired of that man-pup." Hoseok comments, making everyone snort but Jungkook, who lowly growls, without much seriousness behind him. It sounds more like.. he's offended. He looks over your shoulder at his pack, as they all start to laugh, you included.

The night is warm and cozy as Jungkook notices how you grow restless. You slowly gather pillows and sheets, blankets and clothing into the bed as he watches you tiredly. He wonders what you're doing for a moment, until he sniffs the air for a moment, eyes widening.

ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ.

His alpha is proud, and his soul swells as well as he helps you nest, holds you close as he can't stop his smile. His palm rests protectively over your stomach during this night, as his alpha howls in happiness.

ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

And Jungkook couldn't agree more with his alpha in that moment. He couldn't wait to complete his family.

[steviespanties]

Since Steve’s parents are out of town so often, he and Billy have a habit of hooking up at Steve’s place. Steve’s room is nice and all, but Billy has a thing for fucking Steve in his mom’s bed;; ((HI I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT AND YOUR STORIES THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH MASTERPIECES💖💖))

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH AND ALSO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS!!! (This sent me down an interior decorating rabbit hole trying to figure out what Steve’s mom’s bed- and then her own room might look like😅😂 Please imagine a layout similar to this, but with another window on the other side of the bed for more light. The ‘sofa’ and bed look a lot more like this, but the colors and style are more similar to this and this room.) 2.2k words, rated E. Steve POV, some manhandling, some frottage, some rimming and dirty talk. Anal sex. Ya know. My usual.

Steve’s parents have a big enough house (and are rich enough) that his mom has an entire bedroom for herself. She calls it her boudoir, because it’s where her walk-in closet is and where she keeps all her fancy makeup, lesser used jewelry and perfumes. There’s a massive four-poster bed with floor-length drapes matching the curtains, a chaise lounge, a vanity, all in creamy white and bathed in warm lamp light. 

Before he gets together with Billy, Steve doesn’t even think about it’s existence. It’s just another empty room, after all. The most he sees of the house are the entrance, kitchen, living room and the walk upstairs to his bedroom with his own bathroom. Hell, sometimes it slips his mind that he technically lives in what counts in Hawkins as a mansion.

Billy, however, becomes obsessed with the ‘boudoir’ in particular. 

The first time he's supposed to really stay over, not just crash in Steve’s room and fuck him into his bed at 3am, he steps through the front entrance, whistles after a survey of the hallway and goes “Aren’t you gonna show me around?”

“Yeah, sure. Just take a pair of house shoes from over there.” Steve gestures towards the shoe rack in question and Billy’s expression goes from amused to disbelieving.

“Seriously?”

Steve glares at him. “Yeah. Seriously. My parents put in new flooring over the summer and now everything has to look pristine for the two times a year they have visitors over.”

It's such an unnecessary, stupid rule to enforce all of a sudden when Steve has rarely worn shoes around the house anyways. 

He’s barefoot when it’s warm outside and leaves his shoes by the front door to change into thick wool socks during the cold months. And somehow, his parents still have found a new way to make him feel like he’s walking on eggshells in his own home.

Still, he watches Billy sullenly take off his shoes with growing amusement that gradually lightens the bad mood Steve’s gotten into just thinking about it. He figures he can give Billy a quick tour of the house and then order pizza. Watch a movie, fuck in an actual bed instead of getting each other off in the cramped backseats of their cars.

What happens instead is that Billy spends a ridiculous amount of time dragging Steve through his own home. He looks into guest rooms. Shoves his nose into cabinets. Looks out of windows like he’s staking out the neighborhood. (Woods. The neighborhood is mostly woods.)

“What are you, a spy?” Steve jokingly asks when Billy lifts up a painting to peek behind, like he’s looking for a safe. Billy scoffs, all mock-offended. But Steve can see a hint of a blush form on his cheeks. Gotcha. It’s kinda sweet how curious he is about the place, even if his main complaint is that it “feels like a show house.” Steve doesn’t have the heart to point out that he’s not too far off.

It’s when they step into his mom’s room that a predatory glint enters Billy’s eyes. “Ohh, is this where Mama Harrington sleeps?”

“Yeah. Sometimes. She wanted a room to get ready ‘in peace’. I’m pretty sure she just wants to drink prosecco in peace.” He watches Billy’s fingers trail over the fabric of one of the creamy white curtains framing the window. They part and his rings glint in the sunlight he’s suddenly bathed in. When he turns back around his hair is lit up gold and frames his head like a halo. Steve licks his lips. The fun thing about dating Billy is that he not only matches Steve in terms of libido, but seems to have a sixth sense for the moment Steve’s thoughts get distracted by his gorgeous everything.

Or maybe Steve just isn’t very subtle.

That glint in Billy’s eyes turns into hungry laser focus. Sets him into motion until he’s all pressed against Steve, a hot line of unrelenting muscle pushing him closer to the bed until they tip over and onto the mattress. Half hidden by more curtains hanging from the canopy. Sunlight follows them.

White teeth flash in an easy grin, quick and sweet, and then Billy’s lips are on Steve’s. His body weight pushes Steve into the creamy white bed cover and the air out of his lungs in a huffed laugh. Underneath him the texture of the blanket- distinct raised ribbing- digs into his skin. Billy’s hands dig into his hair.

The slick heat of Billy’s mouth and his thigh shoved between Steve’s legs is intoxicating. Makes it impossible to form a coherent thought when his focus narrows down on Billy on top of him, curls just long enough to fall down and tickle Steve’s face. He makes the most delicious sound when Steve grabs his ass and pulls him closer, till their hips are lined up just right. Steve pulls. Billy pushes. Like a conversation in a language purely made of heat and pressure, hitching breaths and choked moans. Against his own growing erection, painfully trapped in his jeans, he can feel Billy fill out as well. The pleasure is maddening. Enough to make Steve feel a burst of wetness pulse from his dick into his underwear. Enough to make him roll his hips up, searching for a better angle.

“Billy,” he sighs, not sure what he wanted to say afterwards. Just enjoys saying his name.  

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” Billy complains in response, like he picked up whatever thought Steve dropped in the minuscule space between them. They break out into a familiar flurry of limbs and discarded clothes. A condom packet and a small bottle of lube make it from Billy’s discarded jacket onto the comforter next to Steve’s head. He snorts.

“You sure you weren’t a boy scout at some point? Feels like you’re always prepared to get your dick wet.”

Billy rolls his eyes, fond smile belying his annoyance. “Shut up. Turn around.” His voice has taken on that deep, rough tone indicating how much he’s turned on. Steve leans back instead, takes his dick in hand. Enjoys the rough drag of his dry palm when he drags it up in a loose grip. Just enough to tease.  Billy raptly follows the movement. “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.”

Oh, he loves this game. Put up a token bit of protest when Billy gets bossy, until he gets impatient and starts dragging Steve around until he’s nothing but putty underneath his hands.

“Show me your pretty hole, babe. I won’t ask again.” 

Steve’s dick pulses in his hand. He watches Billy with half-lidded eyes. The way his muscles shift, getting ready to move. Hungry and powerful, like a big wildcat.

In the next second, he’s on Steve. Makes him gasp out an involuntary yelp when he easily flips him and drags him up by his hips. Until he’s on his knees, face buried in the bed cover and hot breath suddenly ghosts over his hole. There’s barely enough time to reorient himself before the scratch of Billy’s mustache and the slick warmth of his tongue press into his crack.

“Ah, fuck yes.”

He’s never done this before Billy. Not with any of the girls he fucked or dated. Not with Tommy, who he’s traded sloppy, shameful handjobs and blowjobs with. He doesn’t think he can ever get enough of feeling Billy’s tongue on his rim, swirling around until he’s dripping with saliva. Pushing inside where he’s sensitive, pressure and stretch of his hole making him squirm and push his hips back immediately.

It’s almost embarrassing how greedy he is for Billy’s mouth on him. His lips wrapped around his dick. His tongue shoved deep into his hole, held in place by those warm hands on his asscheeks. Holding him open so Billy can get even deeper, making him moan and drool into the blanket beneath him. It’s like a pulse, curls into him till his dick pushes out another spurt of precome and he can feel himself twitch, heavy and aching between his legs.

A slicked up finger joins Billy’s tongue. Makes the stretch just a bit more intense, but still so, so good. Billy only comes up for air when he adds a second finger. Steve can feel him rest his cheek on his ass, probably watching the movement of his fingers up close. He seems to have a thing for the sight of Steve’s rim stretched, his hole filled up and glistening.

“Gonna make you a complete mess in your mom’s bed,” Billy huffs into his skin. “Gonna make you cry and cream yourself all over her sheets.” He thrusts deeper and stretches his fingers until they tug at Steve’s hole and he groans with the ache.  “Better get going then,” he tries to taunt. It falls flat with all that desperation laced through his words.  The thing is, provoking Billy only gets you so far. Steve can tease him into impatience, but once he’s fully grasped control, he revels in it. Basks in Steve’s frenzied, futile attempts at irritating him. Like he’s had his chance, but the game is already won.

Steve doesn’t mind losing that much anyways.

“Just you wait,” Billy says fondly.

All Steve can focus on for a while is that glorious, slick movement of Billy’s fingers. The way he pushes in and out of him, stretches his rim and his insides, rubs over that spot inside of him that makes him frantically claw at the textured bed cover underneath him. Just long enough to make him whine and push back, pulse around a third finger that stretches him even wider.

At some point, when he’s reduced to a sweat-slick line of tightly wound pleasure, he finds himself empty. Barely registers the sound of a ripped open condom wrapper. Warm, humid breath over his spine that wanders up up up until there’s lips and teeth on his shoulder and Billy’s cock slowly pushes inside.

There’s a growing spot of drool-wet fabric his face presses into that swallows some of his moans. When Billy moves, satisfied sighs and barely coherent praises tumbling from his lips, Steve grasps the bed cover tight. 

Billy’s hips find a rolling, unrelenting rhythm. The drag of his cock is a drug Steve can’t get enough of. Dreams about, just as much as he dreams about the tight heat of Billy around his dick.

He wishes he could turn around and admire Billy’s flushed face. Hold him between his spread legs. Get lost in his eyes and dizzy from his freckles. But Billy’s weight on his back and his mouth sucking hickeys into the back of his neck isn’t bad either. He tries to hold himself up, tries to concentrate on carrying that weight on his back, but with each thrust inside it’s like his knees spread wider and his elbows sink down until he’s pressed flat onto the bed. And then his dick makes contact with the bed cover and gets pushed right into it right along Billy’s thrusts.

“Ah!” The moan is embarrassingly loud. Louder than any other noise he’s made so far. Of course, Billy picks up on it.

“You gonna be a good boy and blow your load all over your mommy’s sheets?”

“Shut- shut up, fuck.” Billy just laughs, voice shot to hell.

Even if Steve wanted to, he can’t escape that mouthwatering pleasure the additional drag of rough fabric against his dick provides. Because even if he wanted to try, he can’t pull away from Billy’s weight on top of him. His heavy, thick cock inside of him that holds him open and fills him up.

He comes with a sob. Pushes his face harder into wet fabric. Pushes his dick through his own mess. Pushes his hips back to meet Billy’s thrusts, even when it becomes just a bit too much.

Billy rests his entire weight on him when he comes with a deeply satisfied groan. Through their aftershocks, he buries his face in Steve’s hair and they rest in companionable silence.

It’s not the last time they end up fucking on that bed, no matter how many times Steve complains about the laundry with flushed cheeks.

...

Steve isn’t enough of an idiot to not understand that Billy likes to fuck him in his mom’s bed because he likes the conquest of a room that’s ‘forbidden’. He’s the same at parties, likes to sneak into rooms he’s not supposed to be in. Likes the thrill of doing something nasty with Steve in a place his mom will walk into and never even suspect what’s happened.

And Billy? Billy doesn’t want to admit it, especially not to Steve’s face, but... the way Steve’s hair looks against the creamy-white sheets in his mom’s bedroom? The soft yellow glow of light, the blush that spreads from his cheeks down to his neck, to his chest faster than it does anywhere else- it’s addictive.

The best part, the one they both like a little too much is what happens afterwards. When the raised ribbing of the bed cover has left indents on Steve’s face where it’s been pressed down. On his arms and knees. On his back, where only Billy can see and trace it for the rest of the night, reverent and sweet.

[lost-inthedream]

Is it bad?

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x female reader x Hwiyoung

Genre: smut

Words: 3.3k

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), hand job. Am I forgetting anything? 

Summary: You have never expected these two to take part in a threesome, specially Taeyang, as your a little bit jealous boyfriend. Worse than this, you didn’t expect yourself to be this aroused by such idea

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistake that you find.

You landed your hand flat on the window, the rain drops slid fast as the rain was suddenly becoming a stormy. There was some beauty in the way the afternoon was getting embraced by the darkness of the bad weather.  Taeyang did the same with you, enveloping your body from behind and placing his large hand over yours on the transparent surface. His fingers brushing their way between yours instantly stole your attention from outside. That’s Yoo Taeyang effect, you used to think, he naturally occupied your mind. You weren’t afraid of looking needy before him.

His cell phone ringed inside his jeans pocket and he preferred to let go of your hand to pick it up. This way his arm kept crossing your waist and holding you close. “It’s Hwiyoung.”

You turned your head to the side so you can stare at your boyfriend as he answers the call and didn’t really pay attention to whatever he was saying. His pretty features are often admired by your lovesick eyes, he shows some delicacy very well balanced with his masculinity. As a result, you desired all the time.

“Okay, we’ll be waiting for you then” he ended the call.

You were still looking at Taeyang when he turned his face back to you. Now your eyebrows were furrowed because of the way he said goodbye to his friend.

“He’s coming” your boyfriend said with an apologetic expression. He waited for you to say something but you expected him to explain himself already. “Y/n, Hwiyoung is around the corner and the rain caught him off guard. I couldn’t say no to him.”

“I know” you agreed letting your head weigh towards his neck, relaxing there so you could look outside a little bit more until his younger brother passed through that door and ruined your night.

☆★

“Wow! Dude, you’re soaked” you noticed as soon as the boy shows up in your doorway. “Get in already!”

He smiled a bit uncomfortable with himself and did as you said, stepping carefully on the floor as if it could make everything less wet. You observe the wet path he left behind.

“Thank you, Y/n. You must be an angel. I called an Uber but it didn’t come.”

“Me? An angel? I just happen to live here” you answer remembering that you didn’t actively do anything to him to have your house as a shelter. You just accepted what Taeyang came up with because you used to say ‘yes’ to everything he asked for

“Where’s hyung?” he asked with eyes wandering in all directions.

“In the bathroom” you answered robotically “Take this wet cost off or you’re gonna be sick”.

You looked as he gets rid of the large piece of clothing, revealing his broad shoulders. His white t-shirt was also a bit wet and glued to his chest so you could see a glimpse of his nipples.

“Don’t you check the meteorology when you get out home?” Taeyang popped up right behind you, greeting his friend with a playful smirk.

“I just took more time than I thought” the younger guy complained combing his hair back with his own hands. You could see his Adam’s apple slightly move as he lifts his chin some millimeters up.

Taeyang pulled on his friend’s t-shirt and suggested “You should take a hot shower. There are plenty of clothes of mine here and I can lend you something.”

Hwiyoung looked at you before giving an answer. You nodded “Go there! Taeyang is gonna bring you something to wear”

You and Taeyang watched while he made his way to the corridor and eventually disappeared at the end of it. You felt his nose brushing on your ear and couldn’t help the grin being sculpted on your lips.

“I saw the way you looked at him” he finally said. You could identify some malice in his tone. Maybe just because it was whispered, maybe not. Why would Taeyang be malicious instead of jealous? “I got a feeling, baby. Do you wanna know what?”

“Wh- what?” your eyes got so big to whatever he was about to say. His voice sounded so smooth yet dangerous, easily caused you shivers.

“You like his body. Did I get it wrong?”

You retracted your shoulders because of the goosebumps and pushed him softly.

“Everybody admires his body.” You answered and headed to your bedroom so Taeyang could pick some clothes to the dude in your bathroom. “You’re acting weird now.”

“Just an impression”.

You sat on your bed as your boyfriend opened your wardrobe and found what he needed. You both stayed in silence but you wanted to make him say everything that crossed his mind. He looked serious now as if he had said less than he wanted.

“Not gonna lie” he started “I was about to start taking your clothes off when Hwiyoung called me. By the way, I’m still in the mood”

“So what?”

“Would it be too crazy if we did it with him here?”

“Taeyang! How can we let him and just fuck while he waits the rain to give a break?”

“That’s not what I said. We can do it with him. It won’t be hard, you even like his body.” Taeyang stopped standing right in front of you, then spread your legs a little and placed himself in the middle of them. He caressed your hair and traveled his hands a bit on the sides of your neck and shoulders too, making the move flow as it wouldn’t have an end ever. His question was still there repeating itself in your thoughts.

“I doubt that he will be up to it”

“Well then. Let me ask him so we won’t have any doubt.”

You chuckled sure that he wouldn’t do so and let he leave the bedroom. One day he would make you completely insane with his silly jokes. You rolled your eyes to yourself, neither of those guys would have courage enough to engage in a threesome. Not even you would have such an audacity. Hwiyoung was just a baby boy. With awesome body proportions,  you couldn’t lie, but still pretty introvert. Taeyang was the same to be honest, being older didn’t mean a lot. Good boys don’t share their girlfriends with their friends, right? And good girls don’t have sex with their boyfriend’s friends. Even so, you did feel aroused when you saw that chest right in front of you just some minutes ago.

You got up and opened the door before you get wet for real by an illogical thought like that.

Your head unintentionally turned to the end of the corridor and you regretted it so badly. Or that was what you wanted to feel. You didn’t regret what you saw at all, Hwiyoung had only a towel around his hips and his chest felt like calling for you.

“Holy shit” you heard yourself hiss.

“Are you okay, love?” the older boy asked you showing the fakest pure expression you’ve seen in your entire life.

You denied yourself to believe he had talked about that to Hwiyoung, so you almost ran to the kitchen to grab some water. Your hands shook like jelly. “My gosh, what’s happening with me?”

“Why didn’t you answered me?” by the sound of his voice, you knew Taeyang was pouting but you didn’t turn, still drinking out the bottle and trying to stabilize the wild animal inside you.

He once more embraced you from behind but that time, his hands didn’t stop on your waist but grasped both your breast without hesitation.

“You didn’t ask him, right?” you managed to make your voice resonate.

“asked what?”

“I know you didn’t ask.”

“Why are you so sure?” a third voice emerged in the kitchen. Still away from you and Taeyang but it was already clear that the distance wouldn’t last.

“Do you wanna know what he answered?” Taeyang provoked you sliding his hands from your chest to your stomach.

“No.” you moaned back.

“He’s gonna say it anyway, okay?”

You shut your eyes closed as if it could make the temptations dissolve away. Your hand was taken and you knew it was not your boyfriend. The touch was entirely different, it was uncertain and new.  Nonetheless very electrifying.

“Y/n, I want to… ya know. But only if you are okay with it.

Taeyang’s hands felt like stuck on your low stomach poorly crossing your waistband, without even reaching your panties line, still a massive tease.

“Maybe she’s not interested” he provoked as your urge to be touched for real increased. “It’s a pity because I don’t think we’re gonna have a similar chance ever again.”

“Well” You heard Hwiyoung agreeing at the same time he loses his grip to let go of your hand “I understand.”

Before his touch was gone, you grabbed his middle finger wrapping your fist on it.

“I must be crazy” you murmured to yourself and allowed your sight to access the light again, followed by the clear image of Hwiyoug.

Only a towel avoided his nakedness and it messed up with your brain functions. You were a step before having a naked guy in your kitchen. Taeyang manhandled you so you faced his friend. “So are you saying yes to us?”

You saw the way the younger guy let his eyes wander down your figure, spotting your boyfriend’s hand inside your pants.

“Yes. Crap! It’s your fault, Tae.” You were still astonished by your own answer, so you kept your back glued on Taeyang’s chest. You still felt like he could save you from your own lust.

“Right” he agreed unbuttoning your pants delicately. “Hwiyoung, listen. You gotta be good to her, because she deserves the best treatment.”

The other guy answered by bringing your hand close to his mouth. The click sound of the sensual peck left there made you grin without noticing. He suggested you to caress his face by brushing your fingers on his chin. You weren’t able to turn your sight away from him, even though the guilt was still present somewhere inside of you. It was getting so small that now you could ignore it easily.

He suddenly changed his focus looking at your boyfriend who was still standing right behind you. Hwiyoung had some silent questions speaking as his parted lips. So kissable, you wondered.

“Go for it” Taeyang answered in a low decisive tone.

Right away Hwiyoung’s face got so close to yours, though he stopped when your noses touched. Your heartbeat fast and you took some air, the next move came effortlessly. Your own move. Now your mouths rolled together. They were hesitant, of course, but it didn’t make the kiss less enjoyable.

Taeyang took the chance to slide your pants down, being cautious to not to take your underwear as well. You felt your bottom being removed but it became irrelevant, since you were too carried away by the almost naked guy in your kitchen. When Taeyang forced you to lift your leg and slid the pant off your ankle, you lost your balance and finally touched Hwiyoung’s abs not to fall. Only the sudden notion of his skin made your lips disconnect and you saw yourself craving to feel more of him but you remembered your boyfriend was right behind you.

“Love?” you called.

“Yes, my naughty girl” he answered and placed his lips on one of your butt cheeks. A soft peck as he scratched down the skin of your hips.

Your hands never left Hwiyoung’s stomach, but you wanted to touch Taeyang too.

“Came here”

He uses your waist to help him lift up, wrapping his hands around it firmly. “As you desire, my girl” Then kisses your shoulder before standing in front of you too, next to his friend.

“Isn’t it wrong?” you asked softly, still very dependent on him.

He took you by the upper arm and connected your lips with passion, confidence, lust. Your hand fell heavily down Hwiyoung’s body unintentionally dropping his towel on the floor. He gasped in surprise, making you and Taeyang stop to see what happened. You couldn’t help the way your mouth opened making a letter O before the gorgeous bare body that smacked your conscience.

“Someone is impatient” your boyfriend laughed.

“Well” Hwiyoung initiated visibly flustered but still managing to stand as if he wasn’t the only one fully exposed there. He held his hands together in front of his body but it didn’t hide the damned erection that you couldn’t take your eyes off. “Aren’t you two gonna join me?”

You found Taeyang’s eyes looking at you immediately after you turned your head to him again. It was your time to get rid of some of the items that covered him. Your hand sneaked upwards under his t-shirt, you knew him too well, every part of him. Conscious that such a light touch, slowly brushing his body hair like that, would cause him shivers. He smiled timidly trying to hide how weak he was for you and then slid his t-shirt up to his chest and head. He casually threw his discarded piece close to Hwiyoung’s towel on the floor.

“Hurry and sit on the table, baby.”

You nodded and showed both guys your back as you walked towards the required furniture item, the air was a bit cold and kissed the skin of your ass. You stopped in front of it and let your fingers touch its surface as if you had never felt its contour. You finally checked at the two guys, by looking over your shoulder and this act made them move and follow you.

“I told you to sit”. Your boyfriend repeated. He sounded more decisive than ever.

Now that you were finally enjoying that moment to the fullest, immerged, and with all your senses awaken, you didn’t need to ask why he acted so bossy. The other boy’s presence challenged him somehow and he called the shots like an alpha. Now your butt laid over the wood solid surface, you felt your soaked folds also touching it. Taeyang contoured the furniture item wrapping his hand lightly around your throat. “Lie down”

As soon as the back of your head reached the table, he ducked his torso down and gave you an open-mouthed kiss. Hwiyoung surprised you with his lips too, but on your inner thigh as he spread your legs and crouched to have better access. One of your hands was also caught by his, you held tight on it. Both guys got more intense. Taeyang’s mouth was demanding, leaving yours exactly when you were sure that his kiss would be endless. He moved to your throat and collar bones, in a way that his chest was all you could see. You sucked there without thinking, there was no voice inside your mind, just primal responses.

The younger guy removed your panties to the side so he could play with the area close to your core. It wasn’t clear if he was being mischievous or if he was still avoiding going all the way before Taeyang’s green light. One of your feet was already on his back, toes responding to his messy sucks.

Taeyang just exposed your breasts by tugging your blouse up, he wet one nipple with the tip of his tongue but before going harder, he called Hwiyoung. “Hey, are you ready to make her a whiny mess?”

The younger guy answer was to cover your core with his warm mouth and placing his tongue flat on your clit at the same time Taeyang started to swirl his own tongue on your hard nipple. Your legs closed as your sweet torture started to hit. Hwiyoung didn’t want to release your hand, which held his so nicely, but he needed to keep your legs well spread and also expose more of your nub so he could stimulate it even more.

Taeyang stopped to look at his friend's work and also give you some air, since he was covering your face with his own body. He held your head and whispered in your ear “He’s treating you so well. You’re so lucky.”

You gasped your boyfriend’s name and suddenly grabbed on his wrist because you needed anything to hold.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Why are you doing it?” you cried.

Hwiyoung’s nails sink on your flesh making your intonation shriller at the end.

“You were upset because he was here, remember?” He voiced naturally.

Your back arched out of the table and your grip onto his hand got needy. His name was still on your mouth even though it was Hwiyoung down there.

“I know, baby. I know.” He repeated feeling the tension inside his pants starting to grow unbearable.

You slowly loosed that hard grip on him as hwiyoung started to slow down his tongue motions. He voiced down there in admiration. “Y/n, you taste so good” His affirmation made you so ashamed of not having said his name even once.

Taeyang’s voice called your attention before you say anything. “Can you still take me after that?” he asked opening his pants.

“Oh” you managed to wipe your forehead and look at Hwiyound as you propped your weak body on your elbow. “I have an idea.” You extend your hand to the younger boy, that took it immediately to help you get up. “Now you sit on the table”.

He switched place with you and you offered Taeyang to hold your waist and penetrate you from behind.

“Well” he agreed. “Go on”

At first, you used Hwiyoung thighs as support, placing your hands flat on them and feeling his well-built muscles. Then you felt your boyfriend’s member passing through your hole as he held you by the tits. You and him moaned together in unison but your eyes pierced the guy right in front of you. You took his member on your hand by covering his own. Both hands move together for a bit until he handed his shaft all for you to deal with.

You’re a bit afraid of getting too carried away by Taeyang’s thrusts and grasp too tight on Hwi’s dick, but he panted really cutely “You don’t need to be gentle. You’re not gonna break me”.

Everything became a distortion, a mix of psychedelic colors and moans.  At some point Taeyang’s fingers were again on your clit as he moved back and forth, what made you feel like the world would collapse not having the rain as its cause. You noticed that  you were leaning too close to the other guy’s face and your lips attracted each other in a careless kiss, you became unable to do so many things at once and your hands were no longer jerking him off, yet he kept the friction with his own. Your boyfriend’s soft growls plus Hwi’s muffled pants in your mouth intoxicated you violently.

“Ah.. Baby.” Taeyang whined completely lost and it was obvious that his climax was about to hit. He barely controlled his hips when he was close, only able to produce labored moans.

Then Hwiyoung turned his head away from you involuntarily, his pants were cracked and you pushed your head on his neck. Taeyang’s seed poured inside you as he cursed something. Seconds after, you felt the other guy’s cum spilling on your stomach. He laid back with his eyes shut and parted lips. Taeyang slowly pulled off and managed to hold you standing even though his legs were trembling too. You maintained yourself up by propping on hwiyoung’s thighs once again, he couldn’t give less shits, completely wasted on your table. You looked at him in awe, cum dripping between your legs and stomach. You suddenly felt the older boy pushing you, he was now sitting in a chair, you sat down on his lap.

He kissed your nose and hugged you tenderly, you could feel his heartbeat stabilizing.

“hwiyoung, are you okay?” he asked stroking your arm.

“Hmm... Yes, hyung” He mumbled “Y/n give me a second and I’m gonna leave your table.”

You chuckled exhausted. You and Taeyang raised your hands at the same time to touch the boy and soothe him “Don’t worry.”

[freakynct]

can you do a nct legal line reaction to you telling them not to hold back and go rough

this kinda turned out to be a "what they're like during rough sex" because i'm a slut and can't help myself lol

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nct [legal]

taeyong: is very turned on. wants to make sure you're really ok with it but as soon as you give him permission he goes hard and probably will cum sooner than normal

taeil: is a little hesitant because he doesn't want to hurt you but will try it because he loves you. when he sees how much you like it he will not hold back, he just gets turned on by seeing you in pleasure

johnny: you don't have to say it twice. he was just waiting for the moment you would say those words. and if you ask for hard and rough sex then that's exactly what you're going to get. he won't fuck you any other way after that

yuta: he was probably already fucking you hard let's be honest. if you say rough then to him that means tying you up and fucking you again and again until you can't take it anymore

kun: is really excited but tries not to show it. it secretly turns him on seeing you fucked out under him from hard he fucks you and he loves to spank you while he's inside you too

doyoung: he probably fucked you rough once when he got pissed off at you or something and you loved it so much that you asked him to do it again and i can just see this man smirking and immediately throwing you on the bed. will degrade you big time

ten: will tease the hell out of you because you asked for rough sex but will eventually give you what you want. but because he's the teasing king, will continue to do it while he fucks you hard against the mattress, asking you how much you love it

jaehyun: will do it in a heartbeat, he loves feeling dominant during sex and hearing you whimper. will manhandle you the most out of everyone, when he goes hard mode he goes all out and is not afraid to grab you and throw you around

winwin: this boy is not vanilla ok. you know when he dodges the members when they try to hug him? well that's him during rough sex. won't let you touch him at all, wants to have total control and will hold your arms down the whole time

jungwoo: will pretend to be shy and not understand what you're asking for just to tease you but will pin you down right after and give you what you asked for. will praise you a lot, his sweet voice contrasting with his hard thrusts

lucas: is a bit scared to go too hard because boy is big but when you start scratching his back and moaning loudly asking for more he just can't control himself and will fuck you so good and hard that you almost pass out

mark: giggly mess when you ask him but the more you explain how you want him to fuck you the harder he gets in his pants and he will just give in and do it. you will have to guide him through it first but once he gets the hang of it you're in for a long ass ride

renjun: i see him as the type of guy to do it if you really get him jealous or pissed off. he gets annoyed easily and so all you have to do is push his buttons and you will have him pounding you into the mattress until he has you begging him to stop

jeno: kinda shy at first, doesn't really know what to say but when you tell him how you guessed he was just a soft boy he will immediately have you on the bed ready to prove that he can be rough. and oh boy he can

haechan: he's a bit like renjun, i feel like you would have to provoke him and tease him to get him in the mood to fuck you hard but when you get him there he will take all of his anger and frustration on you

jaemin: cocky boy. will smirk and bite his bottom lip while you tell him what you want and when you're finished he will nonchalantly take you to the bedroom and be very gentle while he undresses you just to fuck you hard and deep right after

[sugar-petals]

Hey🙃, who in superm do you think is most to least likely to be into choking?

oh man. this group has done... some things. prepare yourself for this.

starting with a straightforward nomination: i’d be a fraud if i said the god of k-pop isn’t a raging candidate. everywhere you look, this guy has a hand on his neck. taemin is obsessed with choking himself. it can’t be said otherwise.

in any situation, taemin:

he also seems to be fascinated with what his adam’s apple does so there’s that. lee taemin i swear...

and remember. the criminal mv literally has some hardcore self-asphyxiation in it. not superficial acting or cgi, he actually went for that. not my personal cup of tea but wow taemin is mad for doing this. i think you get why i list him here. we knew he’s new levels of intense.

second, byun baekhyun. that kyungsoo headlocks him all day and even instructed everyone on how to do it is already international knowledge. 

his entire surrounding is literally this desparate to make baekhyun hold his outrageous tongue for one minute. meanwhile, baekhyun is mighty entertained at people trying so hard. in fact, he just keeps teasing until he gets what he wants and people tame him. over and over. god. fucking. dammit. 

he even gets his female seniors involved. baekhyun has once agreed to actress gayeon choking him out as a drama reenactment. on that very show, he also said he’s interested in her.

add that one strange af moment to my list of reasons. baekhyun clowned lee soo man at full throttle, and things went out of control because lee soo man clowned him back and took matters into his own hands: literally. once again, the tale ends with baekhyun laughing demonically because he succeeded in driving everybody up the wall. i swear. he even makes his own boss feral. 

conclusion, baekhyun is a pro at provoking people into doing things with his neck. he literally bullies even the higher ups so they would punish him. i admit it’s a masterful brat strategy but also what on earth. he is puppeteering everybody just so he can suffer and giggle about it.

a less provocative case but an even more cursed one: lee taeyong. i think as a fellow foodie he took notes from jin’s vlives...

...because he enjoys choking himself with food on live broadcast. look. this is not him doing it accidentally so he would ask for help. nope, he’s doing it with deliberation and stuffs himself even more. the. hell. we know he’s a different man but oh boy. taeyong’s a worrying case. almost dies and then just smiles. what do we do with him, ladies and gents, what do we do.

as for the other members, except lucas who is surprisingly tame they’re busy choking other people. even damn mark is.

there’s one guy in particular who really enjoys doing it.

meanwhile jongin, he likes grabbing his dear colleagues by the nape so you know what’s going on. as for choking i’m convinced kai stans have some secret material, not sure. as for me, i think he’s sort of neutral but he likes touch there. you frequently see him like this somewhere. (and what a great image 😍)

phew okay... final verdict: 

taemin: most likely. he chokes himself just because. 

even if he’s definitely enjoying the pain a lot, baekhyun takes the second place because it’s not entirely clear whether it’s standard choking he finds so entertaining or the fact that he gets punished, scolded, and manhandled.

taeyong is more about... well well... gagging and crying rather than choking. internal, not external, you get what i’m saying. this man is something else and i dunno whether to congratulate him or to be scared of his recklessness.

kai might like some stimulation there. he’s touchy for sure. we’re talking sensual though.

mark, you never know... but so far, no signs he enjoys choking. chains are a different topic.

lucas is a wild card. i dunno how he prefers to use those big hands.

in soviet russia, necks choke you. in kpop, ten does.

bonus — while we’re at it, more candidates i observed doing suspicious things with their neck:

seokjin as mentioned

han jisung

taehyung

the entirety of A.C.E

yoongi

haechan

and namjoon who has once done this the heck:

[todo-ho-ki]

In honor of me never writing a single fucking word for the stories I’m still actually working on, I wanted to do something, anything at all, and obviously right now I’m fixating on haikyu instead of BNHA so welcome to...

Chances I’d Fight the Haikyu Boys and the Likelihood I’d Win

KARASUNO

Daichi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s a master of being cool and respectful he wouldn’t give me a reason to square up

Chances I’d win- Manz could crush me with his thighs alone one kick and I’m in the afterlife BUT he wouldn’t fight a lady so 1/10

Suga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 a bitch might consider for money or something but otherwise. HEEEELLLL NO

Chances I’d win: suga seems lovely but Manz is as unhinged as his jaw will be when he swallows my arm whole after I try to punch him 2/10

Asahi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 he’s a soft boy I’d never fight him but +2 bc I might give him a gentle arm punch if need be. Overall -1/10

Chances I’d win: he only LOOKS scary but he wouldn’t hurt a fly tbh he’s probably scared of flies and looking like an asshole for fighting back 9/10 -1 point because Manz got REACH and COULD take me out if he wanted

Noya 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 he can be a little shit sometimes I stg

Chances I’d win: -1/10 he could jump on me and bite my jugular out I ain’t fuckin w/him. +2 points bc he’s a simp so he probably WOULDNT...but he COULD. Overall 1/10

Tanaka 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 6/10 he do be antagonizing sometimes and I swear if he SAY SOME SHIT TO ME...

Chances I’d win: mans could probably ACTUALLY win a fight hes full of energy and he could probs give me a look and I’d get scared 3/10 bc I don’t think he’d fight me either he’s a GENTLEMAN OK

Kageyama🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -50/10 bitch is SCARY and I know he’ll throw hands I’ve seen it

Chances I’d win: kageyama DO NOT GIVE A FUCK he’s broody in general and have you SEEN HIS SERVES he could slap me into next week(I’d thank him OOP) -370/10

Hinata 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -500/10 Hinata is best boy I’d never lay a hand on him

Chances I’d win: I’d say 10/10 but I’ve SEEN that look in his eyes I don’t wanna know what it means so 6/10

Tsukishima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: Manz knows all the buttons to press he’s a salty MF 8/10 but not 10/10 cuz he looks hot sometimes

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something that makes me cry and id get distracted and he’ll walk away 2/10 cuz I could take him if I could see past the tears

Yamaguchi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -60,000/10 yams is a ray of SUNSHINE I could NEVER

Chances I’d win: here’s where things get tricky. He’s friends with Tsuki so he’s def got the sass and shit I think he’d be the one to secretly be able to THROW DOWN 3/10

NEKOMA

Kuro 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -530,000/10 I LOVE him sm I simp too hard I can’t ruin that pretty face and that smirk NO ABSOLUTELY NOT

Chances I’d win: Manz is like a tree he could hold me at bay w/one of those buff-ass arms or crush my head with his thighs and since id let him, -6/10. minus three points cuz he’d charm me out of fighting

Kenma 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 7/10 BAD BITCH GOT A ATTITUDE, NASTY

Chances I’d win: Kenma’s spicy and he WILL fight but I got too much strength on him so 9/10 I think he’d pull out some moves before giving up

Lev 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 sometimes he’s just...REALLY stupid and arrogant which makes my eye twitch but minus 4 points bc he’s a big softie

Chances I’d win: his arm alone is longer than my body even if he couldnt fight he could swing blindly and accidentally hit the part of my brain responsible for consciousness in a panic. Also 4/10

Yaku 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: absolutely not I love his sassy attitude he be talkin shit sometimes 0/10 plus three points bc sometimes hed aim his tude at me and I STG

Chances I’d win: Manz is small but ready to pounce he’d jump on my back like a spider monkey and punch my skull till it caves in RIP me. 4/10 plus 2 points bc hed take it out on Lev instead

Fukunaga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 Manz never did nothin to nobody

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something so funny I’d die from lack of oxygen w/o ever getting a hit in 3/10 if I can breathe I can get his ass

SEIJOH

Oikawa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: depends on the day but a solid 6/10 he’s a little bitch sometimes but we love to see it. I also don’t wanna be messin up that pretty ass face

Chances I’d win: if he REALLY wanted to he could serve me into a different reality but he wouldn’t fight unless he ABSOLUTELY had to so I could get his ass too. Pre time skip: 19/10. Minus 63 points because I KNOW 27 year old oikawa would WRECK MY SHIT and I’d say please sir may I have some more

Iwaizumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: yo, you out to DAMN MIND??? -100,000/10

Chances I’d win: look. LOOK. Iwa Chan’s biceps are bigger than my head I mean NOTHING to him. I’m but a pebble to a god. He got a 6’7” attitude cuz he can swing like a 6’7” man. He could probably pull his dick out once and obliterate me with the seismic aftershock of it hitting the ground. -1235/10 minus six points bc ID LET HIM KILL ME

Yahaba 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: solid 7/10 KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS

Chances I’d win: see, you’d THINK this would be where I’d have the upper hand but Manz manhandled mad dog and lived. He’d slam me into a wall until my soul leaves my body right where I stand 3/10 bc he be simpin. Minus 3 points because I’d enjoy it

Mattsun 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: pre time skip:0/10

post time skip: -57/10 I ain’t putting my hands on a face that pretty

Chances I’d win: I’m doomed. He’d give me one look and I’d cave. Im walking out the broom closet limping but not bc of a fight. -41/10

Kiyotani 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: we’ll go with a solid -5/10 for...reasons

Chances I’d win: if I actually stood up to him he’d freeze in place but he could slap me into a different country if provoked 1/10

Kunimi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 we love a man who’s emotionally detached plus he’s hot tf

Chances I’d win: Manz would give up halfway through if he even indulged in the first place. 6/10 minus three points bc I’d win by default after he walks away

INARIZAKI

Kita 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: he’s a good boy -3/10

Chances I’d win: respectable guy but I have no doubt he’d rock my shit I’m ascending to the astral plane 1/10

Osamu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: uh-uh. 0/10

Chances I’d win: he’s the aggressive twin. One flying kick to the heart and it’s across the gym and I’m dead as FUCK. 2/10 minus 2 points bc PLEASE put your hands on me sir

Atsumu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: a soft 4/10 he’s a BRAT buuuuuut I love him so fucking much I’d let it go

Chances I’d win: he’s all bark and no bite. Srry bby but you’re gettin FOLDED I love you though. 88/10. minus 370 points bc please spend the rest of your life with me I could never hurt you 🥺

Aran 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -5/10 he’s so sweet why would you fight him

Chances I’d win: he’d serve a volleyball into the back of my head and I take +10 damage from how cool it looks. Can fit my face in one hand probably. -43/10 minus ten points because of how cool he’d look killing me instantly

Suna 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 2/10 he’s a little shit too he’d make someone record it

Chances I’d win: he’d try to fuck me instead. It would work. 1/10 bc I’d slap him afterward but like, sexily

FUKURODANI

Bokuto 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 3/10 emo mode GOTS TO GO

Chances I’d win: his ass would pull me into it’s orbit and he’d use the opportunity to crush me with his thighs. -6/10. Minus 4 points bc what a FUCKING way to go please kill me

Akaashi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 he’s intimidating you kidding me NO

Chances I’d win: I could take him if he’s distracted by Bokuto. 6/10 if he is, 1/10 if he’s not

Konoha 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 we love a sassy boy

Chances I’d win: I’m not maiming a face that pretty -28/10 I’d get lost in his eyes tf

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: none and a half I couldn’t even look at him. -.5/10

Chances I’d win: one smack would knock my organs out of my body. Big boy+big body=big death even if he misses the aftershock will stop my heart -67/10 minus four points bc RAIL ME

Tendou 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 14/10 SQUARE UP BITCH

Chances I’d win: WELCOME TO HELL. YOUVE MADE A MISTAKE 36/10

Shirabu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s too cool

Chances I’d win: he wouldn’t show. Too busy getting his hair cut. I win by default. 10/10 minus four points bc there would be no fight

Semi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I wouldn’t. 0/10. He’d give me the semi brow and I’d be down and out for the count. I’m not hitting a face that pretty.

Chances I’d win: 2/10. Minus three points bc he’d smash a guitar over my head, killing me instantly. Minus three more points bc I’d ask him to wear a leather jacket first

Goshiki 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: None. 0/10. His words and his bangs are as cool as ever.

Chances I’d win: he’d cry if I looked at him wrong. 86/10 but minus four points bc he’s baby

EXTRAS

Sakusa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: surprisingly high. 7/10 bc a bitch got a attitude. Minus 8 points because he’s so fucking beautiful I don’t know if I could follow through

Chances I’d win: I’d just lick my hands before I started swinging and he’d leave. 8/10. Minus two points bc I think if he REALLY needed to square up he’d take me down in a fucking headlock until I pass out. Minus two more points because I’d ask him to squeeze harder.

Ukai jr. 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: that’s the wrong F word kids 😏. -34/10 besides I ain’t squaring up with a man that wears a headband like that

Chances I’d win: he probably could eat a bowl of nails for breakfast without any milk. -99/10. Minus 15 points bc I’d stop to ask him if he wants to finish this at my place

Hiragumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: why would you fight such a good, PRETTY boy? -5/10

Chances I’d win: he’d smile at me and I’d give up. -12/10

Takeda 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I think he’d kill me honestly. Plus the boys would’ve never had a chance w/o him absolutely NOT -2/10

Chances I’d win: he’s hiding a demon from hell under that green jacket. -60/10

Terushima🏐

Chances I’d fight him: sheeeit I could try but his sexiness would leave me paralyzed. 1/10 if I look at enough pictures I could get past his fucking blonde undercut and tongue ring

Chances I’d win: he’d have my thighs around his head in 1.8 seconds. Will kill me with his tongue. -435/10

[theelliottsmiths]

Could you please liveblog the making of Ich Will?

They all are so cute in this huh.

I really enjoy that Rammstein and the media always seem to imagine they have this big scary manlymen thing going on but we're all over here cooing over them like they're a. I almost said a shoal of fish as if that's a thing people coo over. A bundle of kittens. We call them cute and soft when they seem to think they're being scary.

Anyway schneider looks very pretty with the contact in

His head is a nice shape

God they made Richard look so unbelievably tired looking. I mean this was... 2001 so as well as just bring in your which, draining, he was around this time going through some shit which perhaps is also why he's so pointy but he does just look like he hasn't slept in weeks

Still handsome though

I could listen to flake talk for hours and may get Spotify because im pretty sure his audiobook is on there

You know what was sad? Finding out he didn't read the English one. Which yeah obviously he didn't that would make little sense but also I do love his voice. So German one it is.

I maintain that they pick only a couple of boys to look pretty in every video it's so rare they all look good at once Oli looks like a goat I used to know his name was blue because his coat colouring was like blue cheese

I have heard Oli say Publikum so many times I swear once per interview at least.

I always forget that this is one of my favourite ones but I do love it, especially when Schneider talks about the band only existing when they're performing (everything else is just theory). It's like in the doc where he says the thing about being there and being alive and then it's gone. I'd like to hear more about that but I wonder if he actually would have any more to say since it's pretty self explanatory.

Paul suits this look somehow I think it's the chaos?

Bisexual behaviour

Flakes Iceland ramble kills me

I know I've said it many times but the way he looks around as he talks like he's seeing and choosing the words he's using

Like one of those fridge magnet poems that's why he's always saying the best nonsense

Poor boy needs something for those floppy spikes

Paul's littol giggle hhh

I can't help but copy him when he talks and I'm concerned that I'll end up speaking German with his accent

How is it that till is dressed like that playing that character and yet he looks so soft and sweet and adorable? Its not just me, right?

Rammstein thinking they're above the emotional kick in the face that is the audience interacting like they do in ich will

Since it was pointed out I cannot stop hearing till and Richard say irgendwie they do it all the time I heard Richard say it twice in one sentence last night in. I want to say making of Seemann or Mutter?

Paul singing tills lines is so cute always. Richard does it in the stripped making of too it's beautiful. I'm imagining them in the studio singing chunks of his parts as they work on their music

mein Ohr :(

So very scary. I sure am intimidated.

Jörn putting Schneider at the front again.

Sidenote I saw Jonas in some Hannibal related post today and forgot that he wasn't just theirs I was so surprised that he works with other people for some reason

In fairness I can see the argument/appeal of that but with such easier and the gun. The energy is impeccable.

The way Paul does the call thing killsssss me

Till is so small.

He's so small and says I feel too dumb to do it myself *tiny shoulder thing that makes him even smaller*

Richard said it twice in the span of. Let me check. Three seconds.

Bad boy feeling, he says in the campest may possible.

Okay so serious question is the idea that Paul makes the guy wet himself and that's why it cuts to his crotch because for a long time I assumed it was uhh. Something very much else entirely.

The married and or sibling energy between Paul and Flake always is just a delight

I really like hearing someone who has a deep relationship with someone else say their name for some reason. Logically it doesn't make much sense to listen for hints of something in the way they say it but in fairness listen to the way they say each others named sometimes it's really nice

They just follow their naïve impulse they dont mean to provoke people, they say

My brain took hold of the dead baby line the first time I watched this and now it's a very regular stim/echo I spent so long trying to work out the last word because he says. Not all of the letters I swear. It's widerlich im pretty sure so naturally I will be corrected soon

That's how Geordies say baby

Guten Tag

I just noticed the shoulder shimmy when he says untergehen and I am losing it over here

If I found out flake was immortal I would not be remotely surprised he has baby-immortal energies

When he talks sometimes Oli comes up with very good insights, it's a shame he doesn't talk to us more

I would like Jörn to never mention deformities and disabilities again until he stops being gross about it thank you he did it in Keine Lust too.

Evil attributes. I know this was 2001 but come on dude.

Olis fall is so soft it's like a victorian lady in need of smelling salts

Sometimes it's like Paul is showing off how he can do that throat rolled R sound (what's the English word for that? I have forgotten) but it does sound nice though

Small and cute

I do not like seeing Richard being manhandled by police

The door stumble is cute though a nice touch I don't think was intentional

It's a shame Schneider never did any acting or modelling he'd have been great

I know that yes the playing the bad guy thing is true, in tills lyrics especially, but unfortunately they're babies to me and it's hard to try and see it that way

BOO

[asgardianthot]

Tip of my tongue (sambucky)

Smut (v light dom/sub undertones)

summary: Sam fucks his way into getting Bucky to say ‘I love you’

words: 2534

The words were out in the air. Bucky just couldn’t spit them out.

The three words, the big declaration. He didn’t understand the fuzz around the big pronunciation, the whole ‘choosing the right moment’ deal. Those kinds of norms escaped him, yet he was completely aware of the importance of actually saying it. Especially when you feel that way about someone else; and boy did he feel.

He had tried to say it before. Tell Sam how much he meant to him through those three simple syllables. More than once he had corrected himself in the middle of the sentence. "I fucking... you're amazing." had come out a few times.

Sam said it before already. Once. No proper reply. To be fair, he would have questioned the whole relationship if he wasn’t absolutely certain of the fact Bucky felt the same way about him. He knew the soldier simply didn’t have the courage to pronounce them while staring into his eyes. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to write them down, so all Sam had to do was wait.

Nevertheless, when the opportunity revealed itself, Wilson couldn’t resist pushing him just a little in the right direction. It hadn’t worked so far, but perhaps a little extra stimulation would do the trick.

He and Bucky had been going at it for long now, first making out in Sam’s bed, then getting rid of their clothes at the same time, in order to finally get all the lube they required around Sam’s dick and stretching Bucky until he could take him fully in. The way Sam reacted to Bucky’s loving gestures and caresses and movements never changed, it never ceased to amaze him. He almost forgot every single time, a period in time where they wouldn’t even think about sharing a conversation, let alone a relationship.

Now Bucky melted at the sound of Sam’s low voice. Sam’s eyes rolled all the way back into his skull when the man touched him, wrapped his mouth around his member and didn’t let go until he was coming undone directly onto Bucky’s throat. Bucky’s mouth searched for Sam’s no matter what, no matter how decided the veteran was at focusing on something else. Sam’s hands couldn’t not wrap Bucky’s in his when sank down on his cock.

That was pretty much the overall look of the interaction: Bucky laying on his side while Sam held his thigh for better access as he pounded into him from the back. The soldier’s head was thrown back in pleasure and it allowed Wilson to kiss his now exposed neck like his life depended on pampering this man.

And in between kisses and panting and moaning and ‘oh my god’, ‘yes’, and ‘right there’, some different kind of sentence echoed through the sound-filled room.

"I love you." Sam breathed out right against Bucky’s ear.

He didn’t feel Barnes tense. He physically couldn’t, seeing how relaxed he was during the whole sexual exchange, being held and fucked and kissed. However, he didn’t say anything either. Absolute silence, then he went back to focusing on the stimulation in the lower half of his body.

So Sam thought about giving up, but that lasted for over less than half a second. He would get the words out, somehow, not by pushing the subject but by giving Bucky a reason to want to let Sam know. So he lowered his hand and stroked his lover’s erect member, softly, sweetly. It had Bucky groaning out in pleasure and lack of expectance, but after a minute or so of the same movement that held the man in a frenzy, Wilson decided to change positions. Bucky whined minimally, yet when he was manhandled into sinking down on Sam’s cock, the latter being sat down on the edge of the bed, he moaned loud.

When straddling his lover, he got stretched all over again as his own weight helped him take Sam whole. It was amazing, for a second. Then he needed more stimulation, other than just the motionless pressure on his prostate, but found it rather impossible as Wilson held his hips in place.

"Sam..." he let out.

"What?" he cooed, staring up at the pleasure-filled man, almost condescendingly.

Bucky whined. He hid his face on the crook of Sam's neck, the latter caressing his hair, later reaching to leave hot breathy words into Bucky’s ear.

"I love when you're needy."

Bucky didn’t shift. "I'm not..."

"Yes you are." Sam chuckled before biting into his earlobe.

It provoked a breathy moan to leave Barnes’ mouth. He tried to create some sort of movement but Sam kept him still, fingers digging into his skin.

"You gonna bruise my hips." Bucky lied.

First of all, the darker man wasn’t nearly putting enough pressure to harm the supersoldier. Second of all, not that he’d ever care. Not that Bucky had ever had any form of self-care or self-preservation. He normally wouldn’t have even thought about protesting the grabbing, meaning he was simply protesting the sole fact he couldn’t move on his own.

"I won't, baby." Sam reminded him, a smile escaping him, one that Bucky couldn’t see as he had his forehead pressed against Sam’s shoulder, but he could hear it in the man’s voice.

Wilson was right. He was performing the stunt rather carefully, perhaps strongly enough to mark a regular person’s skin, but just strongly enough to make it uncomfortable for Barnes to move on his own. In fact, the latter attempted a swift movement that wasn’t even close to the amount of stimulation he desired at the time, but enough to want to moan.

And his sounds caused Sam to hum in satisfaction.

"Sam..." Bucky moaned again.

"Look at me." The veteran demanded in a soft voice.

Bucky did so, retracted his head from Sam’s shoulder and stared down. A lingering look took place for a few seconds, suspended seconds of pure intimacy where the only thing moving were their pupils. The moment was broken when Wilson attacked Bucky’s neck for good measure.

"You're pretty." He panted out against the salty skin.

He soon began thrusting in, helping himself with his own arm which rested behind his body, sinking the mattress as it held Sam’s entire body and Bucky’s weight as well. He managed to rock his hips in and out of Bucky, fucking him slowly, and it made the latter whine out.

"You feel good." Wilson continued complimenting his lover.

He was holding him tightly as all hell, one hand wrapped around his torso and pulling him closer to his own abdomen, while doing him nice and slow. All the while he left sloppy kisses on the supersoldier’s neck.

"Sam-" Bucky breathed out, barely.

The appellee wouldn’t stop praising him. "I love fucking you."

"Sam-" he was now whining the name in a begging manner.

"Hmm?" Sam finally paid attention.

When he stared up at the man he had on his legs, he saw Bucky’s eyes shut as he breathed in with difficulty, absolutely overrun by pleasure.

"I-"

Sam listened carefully.

"What?" he asked sweetly.

Barnes was having a hard time with words, instead letting his face drop down a little throughout his moans, doing his best to help Sam’s hips in the task of fucking himself. The whole act had him bracing himself on Sam’s shoulders and the back of his neck.

"I'm-" he whined in a high-pitched tone. "I'm really close, I'm-"

Sam admitted to himself he felt a little disappointed at the come-out of the words. He expected an entirely different set of three words. Nevertheless, he wasn’t giving up. ‘I love you’ or no ‘I love you’, he would bang Bucky’s heart out. He knew that was what this was about; knew that Bucky was trying his best and was letting himself get love-fucked because that’s one way of letting Sam know.

On a different note, Wilson absolutely adored watching Bucky cum, so he didn’t make thing easier for him in that department.

"I know." He finally said, cheekily.

Bucky groaned. He needed a little help getting there and had unfortunately figured out his lover was just toying with him.

"I don't wanna pin you down and fuck ya brains out, baby." Sam said in a low voice.

A complaint was heard from Barnes. That sounded pretty good.

"I know you too well." Wilson continued, earning another groan since Bucky knew that to be true. "I know you'd rather hold me like this." He lulled while moving hair off of his man’s face, cupping one side of said face and never stopping his thrusts. "You love it when I'm real slow and make it last, don't you?"

Bucky had to nod. Had to. He was completely known by Sam, exposed in what he enjoyed, what he was feeling right then, and what it took for Sam to make him cum. There wasn’t much more to do but nod and let himself get worked. He was lost in the touch, quite literally.

It went on at that exact same pace for a while, and Bucky couldn’t possibly hold him tighter, as he was effectively holding on for dear life all the while Sam left kisses on his human-flesh shoulder.

"You love it when I coddle you." Sam eventually returned to that same dynamic, and it got him a high approving moan from the man. "Even more than when I rough you up, am I right?"

Bucky bit his lip. That he didn’t really want to admit.

"That's not true." He lied.

Yet Wilson was confident, so he nosed at his jaw. "Hmm, yes it is. You love this."

It soon was a bit too much for Bucky, in the good way. He felt the upcoming sensation build up in his stomach, like he was about to hit the edge. The feeling of his head getting dizzy only confirmed it.

"I-" he let out, breathless.

"You close, baby?” Sam cooed, getting no reply besides another whine. “'course you are. You know why?"

Bucky’s eyes shut tightly. "Why?" he breathed hectically, painfully close.

"Cause you love me."

A deep groan escaped the soldier’s throat. He couldn’t not say it. It was pressing on his chest, begging to come out. He felt it; love. All over his body from his heart to his tight fluttering stomach, to his flushed cheeks and the curling tips of his toes. He wanted to say it, and at the same time he felt embarrassed to say it because he had just gotten fucked into saying it and it made him adore Sam even more. His compromising reaction was to hide his face again, on the crook of Sam’s neck.

He felt the orgasm hit his spine, his stomach, his cock, his head.

"I love you." He moaned before the big climax hit him and he was shaking.

It waved over him, making a loud moan fill the room, yet sound muffled against Sam’s skin.

"I love you, too." Sam hummed.

"Fuck."

After letting the panting man ride it off, Sam stopped. Both of their breathing was hectic, although Bucky’s had some more exhaustion to it, coming down from such a high high. He eventually threw his head back, still recovering from it, eyes still closed, chest still heaving. Wilson couldn’t resist brushing wet locks of hair off of his sweaty forehead. Neither could he prevent himself from staring up in complete admiration.

"Took you long enough." He mocked Barnes.

"Fuck you." The man replied, breathing roughly through his nose.

"I think it's the other way around."

Bucky shook his head, still trying to keep a straight face. "I hate you."

"Nope." Sam smirked, and Bucky finally laughed. "Can't take it back."

Between that smooth, pure laugh, was an amused frown. "I kinda want to."

Wilson grabbed a hold of Barnes’ neck and made him stare down. Already recovering from the climax, he bit the inside of his cheek as their eyes met.

"Too bad, you already said it."

He dragged his head down so their lips could meet. Seconds later, Bucky moved his body off of Sam’s, and consequentially, slid off of Sam’s member out of discomfort and the lube having worn off by then.

"Want me to...?"

"No." Sam shook his head, drunk on love words, before dropping another sweet, wet kiss on his partner’s lips. "I'm good."

The latter left one last kiss on Sam’s temple before laying down on the bed. "So..."

"So?" Wilson raised his eyebrow, crawling to lay next to him.

Bucky faced him, and realized he was sort of speechless, so he just shrugged. "I don't know. I can't really figure out what to say." He let out awkwardly.

"You've said more than enough." Sam assured him; to which Barnes rolled his eyes, but a smile escaped as well. "What? Don't want anyone to know what a big softie you are?"

The soldier scoffed, reaching to hug Sam and bring him closer to his own heating body. "Shut up."

He squinted his eyes while absorbing the mockery, but it soon turned into a deep stareoff, where his own pupils couldn’t detach from hazel brown ones. As he felt the seriousness around them both, he swallowed.

"I love you.” He said, easily this time, and looking into his lover’s gaze. “Feels... good to say it."

Half of Sam’s lip curled up. “Why was it so hard?”

It had. It had been much more difficult for Bucky than it should have. And he didn’t have the answer, not really. It just was one of those Winter Soldier things; everything that involved feelings and vulnerability, especially the bridge where those two met, was exceptionally hard for Bucky to process. He felt, God be his witness, he felt so much. But speaking up about said feelings, and involving those he cared about into his own vulnerability, he just thought as selfish, or reckless.

“I didn’t wanna mess up.” He said, and it made sense to him.

Sam ran his palm down Bucky’s head until it found his cheek, and he ran his thumb up and down against the rough skin.

“Mess what up? Us?” he questioned truthfully, always doing his best to understand Bucky’s reasoning; gaining an honest nod, he dropped a kiss on the man’s nose. “You could never. Okay? I’m glad you finally said it.”

Bucky nodded. While Sam made an effort to understand Barnes, his effort involved believing and trusting. ‘I can’t even trust my own mind’ began taking less and less space in his list of concerns when someone else reassured him on the fact his mind was just fine. But he couldn’t believe that fact if he didn’t believe the people telling him said fact in the first place.

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed out, a small happy grin taking over his features, yet changing rapidly for a more threatening one. “Just don’t tell Wanda. She’ll tease me forever.”

This time, it was Sam who squinted, but for a reason much more similar to disbelief. Not only was that such a chicken move, he couldn’t believe Bucky still thought they were a discrete couple.

“She already knows, you idiot.” He chuckled through his frown.

[cake-writes]

Little Lies (Part Four)

Pairings: Steve x Reader // Bucky x Reader // Slight Natasha x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, 18+

Summary: You went to Bucky when you wanted punishment. He’d be rough with you because he understood your self-loathing, and he’d leave bruises on your hips that wouldn’t go away for a week. You loved it. He didn’t.

You went to Steve when you wanted reassurance. You went to him because he liked to whisper sweet, sweet things into your ear as he made love to you. He’d tell you that you were perfect and amazing and beautiful. Then you’d get your fill, just far too much of it. He cared too much.

It all came to a head when the three of you went on a mission together. You’d done it a hundred times, even during this mess of a situation, and still neither of them was any the wiser. Your little lies always slipped right through the cracks - until one night, they didn’t.

Part Three / Master List

The next morning, over breakfast, you moved your belongings to Natasha’s room like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was easy, casual, and logical – absolutely not a grand gesture. Honestly, it just made sense. You didn’t need to continue taking up space in the living room when she was more than willing to share her bed with you.

Tony cocked an eyebrow at it. You knew from past experience that he slept like a log and very likely hadn’t heard a thing. “And where are you going?”

“The bed’s big enough for two,” Natasha told him, smirking just a little as she took a bite of cereal.

You and Natasha shared a playful glance and you added, slinging your duffel bag over your shoulder, “Why, Tony? Wanna join us?” 

That actually got him to choke on his coffee. Tony Stark was rarely caught off guard, so it was quite an achievement. Made you feel a little proud, actually, but that feeling quickly disappeared.

“That’s enough,” Steve said, then, in that particularly authoritative tone that never failed to make your panties wet. “We’ve got big plans today. Get your things together and let’s go.”

When you met his eyes, you found that they were a deep, stormy blue and, for a moment, your breath hitched in your throat. Oh, he he was not happy. No doubt about it. Steve’s room shared a wall with Natasha’s, a fact you’d been blissfully unaware of last night. You certainly hadn’t been as considerate as you probably should have been, but deep down you were bitter and angry with how things had ended between the two of you and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Much. 

Then, when you brushed past Bucky on the way back to Natasha’s bedroom, he gave you a look – a single lingering look that made it plain as day that he knew what you’d been up to, too. Unlike his best friend, it wasn’t anger you saw in the pale blue of Bucky’s eyes, but concern. 

You just kept on walking.

You went out in the field for a little while that day. Being cooped up in a hotel room for three, going on four days straight wasn’t exactly the greatest for your mental health, and you needed some fresh air. That was all well and good, except for the fact that Steve had made a point to pair himself with you and it was painfully obvious why.

Tony was doing aerial recon whilst Bucky and Natasha canvassed a separate part of town. You were thankful for Tony’s suggestion that they handle that particular side of town, because you had no desire to return to it. Aside from Tony’s Iron Man suit, all of you were wearing plain civilian clothes: t-shirts and jeans, like typical tourists.

Steve’s voice had an edge to it every time he talked to you. Whenever he asked you to take a photo of something, write down a location, a name, anything that may have pertained to the mission, it was always straight to the point with him. He kept things strictly professional, which surprised you a bit; you got the feeling that he was about to boil over.

Natasha made a flirty comment over comms around lunchtime. That was what did it. 

You and Steve had slowly been making your way through an abandoned warehouse, dirty, nasty, with boarded-up windows and graffiti-covered walls. He’d just asked you to take a photo of one particular piece of graffiti that linked to the cartel you used to work for. Seeing it again bothered you just a little.

“You’ve got her taking all sorts of pictures, Cap,” Natasha teased. “Wanna take a selfie for me, babe?”

It was a joke. She was flirting, absolutely, but it was a harmless joke.    

“Focus on the mission, Romanoff,” Steve said sharply. His boots were heavy on the cold, hard concrete floor and echoed just as much as his voice did throughout the empty building.

“My, my, someone sure is touchy today,” Tony commented dryly.

Natasha knew just as well as you did that everyone but Tony knew exactly what you’d been up to last night. That much was evident. She also knew exactly why Steve was so touchy, and she let his attitude slide. 

No one dignified Tony’s comment with a response, especially not Steve, and comms went silent once again - except for your snort. You couldn’t help it. Out of everyone, poor Tony was the only one who was oblivious. 

In that moment, you and Steve had finally cleared the top floor: not a soul in sight, and not much else to go off of aside from a couple bits of graffiti. As you wrote that down in your notebook, out of the corner of your eye you saw him reach up and press a button on his earpiece.

He’d just muted it.

Oh. Oh no.

You didn’t have enough time to react before he had you up against the railing at the top of the stairs, hitting the same button on your earpiece. Your back pressed into the cold metal rail as his arms caged you in, keeping you in place. It didn’t hurt, but it was certainly enough to establish that he was in control.

It pissed you off just as much as it turned you on. The fact that you were two stories up and the railing was a little unsteady didn’t scare you as much as it probably should have.

“What the fuck, Steve,” you bit out, attempting to shove him away from you. He didn’t budge, despite the fact that you actually used his first name for once. It wasn’t on purpose.

“I should be asking you that question,” he spat at you – bitter, spiteful. “What the hell was that?”

You knew you shouldn’t have provoked him, but you couldn’t help it.

“Maybe she wants a keepsake,” you told him, clear annoyance seeping into your tone. “You know what a good lay I am.”

The railing audibly creaked from how tightly Steve gripped it in his hands at your snarky response. You didn’t even have to look to know that it was even more wobbly now than before. Every time you moved just a little, you felt like you were going to fall and the adrenaline from it made your heart race just as much as Steve’s body against yours.

“You think this is a game?” he asked angrily. “You gonna sleep with Tony next? Add him to your collection, too?”

Oh, boy, that set you off.

Before it even fully registered in your brain, you slapped him straight across the face, your palm connecting harshly with his cheek. His head jerked to the side from the impact, but you knew that it was only because you’d caught him by surprise. You were nothing compared to him, but the adrenaline pumping freely through your veins emboldened you anyway. 

“You need to back off, Rogers,” you hissed at him, shoving him in the chest again much harder than before. At that, he roughly released the railing, and the motion jostled you just a bit like the ragdoll you were against his strength – and of course that was what made the railing give out entirely, and you fell right along with it.

Steve reacted quickly just as he always did. He caught you by the wrist, his fingers burning hot against your skin. Familiar. When he pulled you forward, away from the ledge, he did it just a fraction too hard because you wound up on your knees. Your breaths came out in short, harsh pants from the near-miss, and you couldn’t help but glare up at him. 

He didn’t apologize.

You didn’t thank him.

For him, it was because your snide comments and shitty attitude set him off, made him act so petty and indignant and childish. He couldn’t help it. You drove him up a wall. 

For you, it was exactly the same, except vice versa – with the added caveat that deep down, you may not have wanted to be saved if he hadn’t caught you in time. Your self-loathing had no bounds.

Steve’s arms were crossed stiffly across his chest as he stared down at you, a muscle ticking in his jaw. You couldn’t help but be reminded of that one particularly wicked night where he and Bucky had you on your knees in front of them – and then they just had you. Every part of you. Fully. Entirely. 

The memory of it along with the adrenaline made your libido surge in what was probably the worst moment for it. You loved how strong he was. You loved how easily he could manhandle you and do whatever the hell he wanted to you. He could shove his cock down your throat right this second and you’d fucking thank him for that, at least – which was why you also hated that you loved it, because you were so pissed off at him and you’d still fucking do it. 

He didn’t offer to help you up, and you neither wanted nor needed him to. The air was tense and uncomfortable as you got to your feet and dusted off your jeans. You only broke the silence after you managed to clear away the majority of dirt and debris, and stooped to collect your discarded notebook. Then you rounded on him.

“You will never,” you spat viciously, jabbing a finger in his direction for emphasis, “ever put your hands on me like that again, Captain.”

You didn’t wait for a response before you spun around on your heel and made your way back to the bottom floor. Your footfalls were hard and uncompromising on the dusty metal stairs, full of righteous indignation.

How dare he put his hands on you in that bitter, spiteful way. How dare he judge you. The two of you had slept together for a few months. That was it. You were never exclusive. You never had ‘the talk,’ and even if you had, you would have said no because you weren’t ready for a relationship. You’d set some perfectly clear boundaries, and exclusivity was not one of them. Even now, he had no stake in what you did in your own personal time, especially in the bedroom.

Steve didn’t say a thing, nor did he offer an apology even after what you said to him. That was fine. You didn’t want to hear it, anyway. 

As he near-silently trailed behind you, you ignored him. Let him stew over what you said like the petulant child he wanted to be. You knew some part of him must have realized how badly he fucked up. You knew him well enough for that, judging by how quiet he was being. 

When you got outside, you unmuted your comms. The way you spoke to the group was entirely too normal for what had just occurred: yet another façade. You reached out not because you were hungry, but because you wanted some comfort and comradery. Some part of you felt weak and stupid for coming back here, let alone having to deal with this awful fallout at the same time. 

“Man, I’m starving,” you spoke casually into your earpiece. “Who wants to join me for lunch?”

“I saw a nice shawarma place—” Tony started, but Natasha cut him off with a groan.

“Ugh, Tony, no. Let’s go for something authentic. Get the real Cancun experience.”

You grimaced at that. You’d had enough of that for a lifetime, but you’d appease her. “Meet me at La Jerochita? It’s on Calle 71. We’re just a few minutes out.”

“Roger that,” she told you, and then comms went quiet once again. If there were any objections, someone would have spoken up, but no one did. 

Due to your distracted thoughts, you didn’t notice how easily you recommended the little taqueria. It was almost instinctive, truth be told, because you’d been there so many times – and it definitely wasn’t the greatest idea to go there again, not when you had a history in this town. 

On the short drive there, you just tried to focus on the fact that the food was amazing and it had been years since you’d last stepped foot inside the restaurant. Surely no one would recognize you. Surely. 

To say that there was obvious tension between you and Steve was an understatement. The two of you sat at one of the outdoor tables while you waited for the rest of your group to arrive, and you didn’t say a single word to each other the entire drive here. Instead, you busied yourself on your phone, scrolling through some news feed while Steve watched the passersby.

As a result, you missed the look Steve and Bucky exchanged when he arrived with Natasha.

“This is a hole in the wall,” she deadpanned. She wasn’t wrong.

You looked up from your phone to grin at her and Bucky. “That means it’s got the best food.”

“How did you even find this place?” Bucky asked you. “You can’t even tell it’s a restaurant.”

You just offered a nonchalant shrug in response. Thankfully, Tony chose that particular moment to arrive, which took the attention away from your deflection. He was in plain clothes like the rest of you, with his Iron Man suit tucked neatly away because technology.

Of course, Bucky’s question was quickly answered as soon as you walked up to the counter to order. There, you saw a familiar face you definitely weren’t expecting to see; you figured he would have long since retired. It wasn’t great that he rememebered who you were, but you were happy to see him nonetheless.

“Princesa,” the older man greeted with a bright smile on his face, taking your hands into his as he kissed both of your cheeks, and you did the same with him. It had been years since you last used your Spanish, but you still remembered quite a lot of it and could easily understand him. “It’s been too long! We’ve missed you!”

“I had to go away for awhile, Dario,” you told him in perfect Spanish. “How is your family?”

“Better than ever,” he told you cheerfully. “My youngest is in college now. He’d love to see you.” 

At that, you laughed – a real, genuine laugh. Dario’s youngest child was just a few years younger than you, and he’d had quite the crush on you in the time you’d spent here.

“I’m sure he would,” you said, smiling, before you gestured to your companions. “Unfortunately, I’m just passing through.” 

His brows raised in acknowledgement, and he gave your teammates a nod, as if to say hello.

“Hola,” Tony offered awkwardly, like an idiot.

Natasha rolled her eyes. 

Bucky couldn’t help but listen in to your conversation. He knew Spanish because of the Winter Soldier he once was, and the way you spoke to this man - Dario - was so familiar. You actually looked happy to see him. Bucky had noticed how bothered and tense you’d been since you found out where this mission was headed, Cancun, and he had an inkling that it had something to do with why he found you out on the balcony on that cold winter night in Iceland. Right now, though, the smile on your face was genuine. It warmed his heart. 

Although Steve was still in quite a mood, his features softened as he watched you chat so happily in a language he didn’t understand. This man was clearly someone from your past, and Steve didn’t know anything about the things you’d done before you joined them at the compound. He knew your abilities, sure, but not your history. He found himself wanting to, despite everything you’d done to him - to them, and he was having trouble putting the past behind him let alone the events from last night. He was angry, absolutely, but he didn’t mind seeing this new side of you. 

And you – well, you knew you’d have to explain yourself to your teammates, and that was fine. At some point, you would. For now, you’d enjoy some of the only pleasures you’d ever known in Cancun: Dario’s wonderful company, and the delicious meals that he and his family made. 

It made you remember that not everything had been so terrible here, once. Despite everything you’d done, you knew that Dario and his family would always welcome you with open arms. Seeing him again was a warm reminder of that. 

“I never knew you worked in Cancun,” Natasha commented as the five of you exited the taqueria.

You pursed your lips at that. She was too observant. If it was anyone else, they might have just assumed you just knew Dario in passing, like you’d met him on vacation. Cancun was a tourist hotspot, after all. She was absolutely right that you knew him through your work here, though – or at least by extension of it.

Of course, you and Natasha had never really been friends up until last night, basically, so it made sense that you’d never told her. That, and the fact that your previous work history was classified just as much as hers was. While once upon a time she released SHIELD’s files to the world and yours right along with them, a lot of details had been omitted via people much higher on the food chain just like hers had been.

Some things were meant to stay under wraps.

You hadn’t told anyone about your work in Cancun. Tony only knew because he had contacts just as high up on that same food chain. He was very thorough in his background check before he finally invited you to work alongside the Avengers nearly three years ago.

“Yeah, Nat,” came your short response. “I did.”

Maybe one day you’d go into further detail, but today was not that day.

It was quite clear from your body language and lack of further elaboration that it wasn’t something you wanted to discuss, and no one questioned your decision when you dismissed yourself from the group, advising that you were going to go run command again. You were here just consulting, after all, shouldn’t have even been in the field to begin with, etcetera, etcetera. Excuses, all of them.

The looks on their faces – even Steve’s, despite how angry he’d been with you – were enough to show that while they were concerned about you, they didn’t buy a single one of your excuses. Still, no one pried, and for that, you were thankful.

You made your way back to the hotel alone. It was a quick walk, about ten minutes, but to you it felt like hours. The moment the suite door shut behind you, you finally lost it. You slid down the closed door, buried your face in your arms and cried. 

You forgot to mute your comms.

No one had the heart to tell you.

Part Five

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THE NEW GIRL (She’s a Natural)

Ishtar Knoxville sat on the walkway one floor above and perpendicular to her family's three bedroom condo. Here she could observe her family's comings and goings discreetly. Not that her family took any notice of her except for when she was in trouble. But she learned early that the lack of attention provided ample opportunities to observe and learn. Ishtar wasn't like the other girls that attended her public high school. All they cared about was clothes, Instagram likes and what kind of cars people drove. When Ishtar was seven, her little brother Giuseppe Jr was born, erasing any presence she had in the family. Her school life was painfully ordinary until middle school when her friends wanted to act all grown. They were suddenly immersed in makeup, boys and social media. Ishtar tried to keep up but her “friends” quickly made it clear she was cramping their style. Ishtar rejected the conformist matriarchy her ”friends” embraced and they made her an object of mockery and ridicule. Ishtar took refuge in the school library, the last place any “cool kid” would be seen.

The last day before winter break of her seventh grade year, Ishtar was exploring a box of used books donated to the school when she discovered a copy of Justine by Marquis de Sade. The librarian told her it was inappropriate for school but didn't mind if she took it home. She read the whole book that very night. She was enamored with the philosophy, violence and sex. For the first time in her life she saw a world free from the superficial bullshit and embraced a life devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. Of course at age 11 her pleasures consisted of reading, candy and masturbation. And read she did. By her first day of high school she'd read every book deemed pornographic and subversive she could download. Her parents were all too happy to get her gift cards as gifts because it was relatively inexpensive and readily available. When her family asked what she was reading she just responded with the current most popular young adult novel. She was packing a bowl of the low quality high priced weed 14 year old girls have to buy when a strange little man knocked on her family's door.

His facial features made him look like a rat, a rat wearing an expensive suit. He seemed out of place in a suit to Ishtar, more of a blue collar man. The cigarette he was smoking didn't seem out of place. Her father, Giuseppe opened the door recognized the man and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

“You outta your fucking mind coming here!?” He exclaimed in hushed tones, unaware that his voice echoed of the walls. “I got kids in there.”

“Oh sorry bother you at your home Giuseppe,” the French accent and added sarcasm made the man's voice slightly more pleasant than nails on a chalkboard, “But you don't return my calls, texts, e-mail or faxes.” Ishtar swallowed a chuckle at that line. “And we need to talk. We've gotten some complaints about your high prices. The Syndicate doesn't mind if you skim a little here and there but you've been marking up the prices and pocketing the difference. Other dealers do the same. And that was cool but now your prices are so high customers are thinking about going to other suppliers. Now the competition knows they could potentially corner the market by simply lowering their prices. Imma tell you the same thing I told the other guys,” he handed him a slip of paper “these are the new prices. Be a good boy and stick to them, or else.”

Giuseppe Knoxville being half black half Italian suffered no disrespect, especially from a man a foot shorter and 75 pounds lighter than himself. But it was the pat on the cheek that set Giuseppe off.  He grabbed the little man by the throat and balls, threatening to toss him over the rail snarling, “Who the fuck you think you are? Come to my house, disrespect me, in front of my kids! You fucking worm! You're just a goddamn go for! A fucking bell boy! I've taken shits with bigger balls than you! Don't ever come at me with no disrespect! Next time your candy ass will be flying to the ground floor!” Giuseppe released the man and stormed back into the condo. The man took 70 seconds to massage his balls and throat before leaving. Ishtar noted it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen her father do.

A week later, Ishtar was sitting in the same spot when the same rat looking man appeared. He wore the “Canadian tuxedo” comfortably with a Dallas Cowboys hat on backwards. Behind him were four eccentrically dressed individuals. The first was an African American wearing a burgundy top hat, tailcoat, dark glasses, and cotton plugs in the nostrils, as if to resemble a corpse dressed and prepared for burial in the Haitian style. The grouped stopped so a rubenesque Asian woman cosplaying as Saya from Blood-C could paint an ornate skull on the Black man’s face. A 6'1" natural blonde woman wearing a Pocahontas costume watched the painting with visible signs of impatience. Ishtar mused that her breast had to be fake. Last was an is immensely tall and and bulky man. He has long, powerful arms and legs, massive hands and feet. He has shoulder-length slick black hair and imposing facial features. He was dressed like pro wrestler Pete Dunne. The face painting completed, the Big guy turned the knob and opened the door. Ishtar knew the door was locked, having locked it nine minutes prior behind her, and surmised he broke the knob with his hand. The five entered and closed the door behind them. Ishtar dashed home. The doorknob was indeed borken when she entered. Before she could take in the scene, the blonde woman closed the the door and stood guard in front of it. Ishtar noted the woman appeared to be in her 40’s and clearly worked out. The big guy had his foot on her fathers left cheek, pinning his face to the floor. He had her father’s arm left torqued up in a such a manner that guaranteed damage. Her mother, Jessie was holding eight year old Giuseppe Jr., covering his eyes and ears. Isis, her older sister had her face pinned against the refrigerator. A kunai pointed at her throat kept her docile.

The Black man squatted, his crotch inches from Giuseppe's face and spoke with an Eastern European accent, “Permit me to introduce myself; my name is Count Demon Lord, leader of the Black Magick Syndicate. It seems you ignored my instructions and disrespected one of my men.”

The big guy released some of the pressure on Guiseppe’s arm so he could speak rationally.

“Please I can get you the money! I’ll apologize! I’ll do anything you say, just don’t hurt my family!”

Demon Lord rolled his eyes and stood up, the big guy added more pressure to the arm until Giuseppe was silent.

“OH, please er… what was his name le Fou?”

“Giuseppe Knoxville” the French rat looking guy replied.

“Right. Now see here Giuseppe this isn’t about the money. We have plenty of that. Hell this isn’t even about the thievery or the disrespect. We’re big fans of that kind of behavior. The truth is we have money and power beyond your wildest dreams. and the boredom that comes along with it. So when le Fou told us of your altercation, we found what we always seek, a flimsy excuse to act on our most deviant desires. So spare us the pleading and begging, we’re not interested. We’re not here to scare you or teach you a lesson. You all are our prey, and no amount of money or words will change that. Accept your fate so that you might entertain us a bit. Teah…”

The big guy took his queue and loudly broke Giuseppe’s humerus. His scream was drowned out by the laughter of the eccentrics.

“le Fou, search this hovel for anything of merit. Teah, break his legs. Zara, bring me that girl.” The rubenesque Asian woman dragged Isis by her dyed blonde hair to Demon Lord. Isis was 20 years old and had the kind of body other women slave in the gym for. Her face has always been described as angelic. She had her own room, but was suppose to move out and college so Ishtar and Giuseppe Jr. wouldn’t have to share. Their parents never pressured her to do so though. Demon Lord had Isis down to her bra and panties with seven strokes of a karambit he had secreted on his person. Giuseppe had his protests silenced by Teah loudly breaking his left tibia, much to the delight of the eccentrics. Giuseppe groaned an idle threat which provoked Teah to break his right femur. Demon Lord was roughly fondling Iris while Jesse, their mother, continued to cover Giuseppe Jr’s eyes and ears; begging for God to deliver them from this ordeal. Isis took this moment to resist, clawing at Demon Lord’s face. His response was a right hook that landed just under her left eye. Isis hit the carpet barely conscious, the bruise already starting to form under her tears. He then sliced off her bra and panties and raped her. Teah held Giuseppe's head, forcing his eyes open so he could watch.

Before he could discharge, le Fou returned with a pillowcase full of items in one hand and a book in the other. Ishtar could see it was her copy of Justine. From the sudden tension in the room Ishtar assumed interrupting Demon Lord’s raping had dire consequences for the interrupting party. Le Fou apologized saying, “Please forgive my rude interruption but I thought you’d find this of merit.” and handed him the book. Demon Lord took the book, his face expressed shock as he stared at the cover. He stood, his erection pointed directly at Ishtar, still staring at the book, “Which one of you animals reads this filth?!” he venomously demanded. The only person who spoke was Jessie, reciting the book of psalms from memory. “Brynhild!” Demon Lord was enraged “Cut pieces off that little boy until I get an answer!”

The blonde woman moved, but Zara grabbed Ishtar by the back of her neck so she couldn’t escape. Brynhild snatched Giuseppe from his mother’s arms effortlessly. She produced a balisong and threatened to cut off the crying boy’s middle finger. Giuseppe was having his broken arm manhandled by Teah. When Demon Lord started to sodomize Iris with his lizard skin shoe did Ishtar proclaim the book was her’s. Demon Lord approached Ishtar, kneeling in front of her asking, “This is your book?”

“Yes.” Ishtar murmured.

“You’ve actually read this?”

“Twice.” she nodded.

“What did you think about it?”

“Well, I like how the characters do whatever they want without fear of any consequences.”

“Have you read the sequel? Juliette, or Vice Amply Rewarded?”

“Yes, I finished it about a month ago.”

“What is your name Child?”

“Ishtar.”

“After a goddess of sex, desire, justice, and political power; perfection. Ishtar, our syndicate is full of libertines who follow the treatises outlined in de Sade’s books. Our money and power allow any action to go unpunished by law enforcement. That’s why no police are coming, none of your neighbors will check on you. I offer you an invitation into our syndicate, and a life of vice amply rewarded. Or you can watch us rape, torture and murder your family and luxuriate in it. But know that revenge and justice belong to the rich and powerful and none are as rich and powerful as us. We’ll never be arrested or tried for this. No one would deign to take our lives on your behalf.”

Ishtar thought it over. Her father was a successful contractor out of high school until three years ago, when he injured his back on the job. But because Giuseppe wasn’t following established safety protocols, the company refused to pay his medical bills. He exhausted their savings on a lawsuit he lost. All because he wanted the world to understand he was a real man, full of arrogance and machismo. In the seven years since Giuseppe Jr was born, Ishtar could count on one hand the number of times her father had a meaningful conversation with her; save holidays, birthdays, and half assed parenting during the commercials of baseball games. His son was the focus of his love and affection. Why should she act in the interests of such a man?

Jessie Knoxville wasn’t Ishtar or Isis’ biological mother. That honor belonged to Isabelle Flores-Knoxville, currently known as Prisoner #97S444. She was convicted 12 years ago for arson in the second degree and two counts of attempted murder for fire bombing a warehouse owned by an alleged racist. Two security guards were present with one dying, though she was found not guilty of one count of murder in the first degree. Sentence: 18 years, eligible for parole in five which was denied for amassing other charges while incarcerated. Jessie Knoxville was a woman who assumed her first two marriages to abusive douchebags were due to her lack of faith in God. Every ill and woe in this world was due one’s poor relationship with God, according to her. She became devout and seven months later she meets Giuseppe Knoxville. After a 298 day courtship they were married, which Jessie believed was God’s blessing on her. Ten months later Giuseppe Jr was born, another miracle she attributed to God because her first two marriages produced no children. God didn’t keep her from gaining 65 lbs from an increasingly sedentary lifestyle since becoming pregnant.

Ishtar wished her sister refused to move about just to spite her, knowing once her room became Ishtar’s, she’d never get it back. But the truth was Giuseppe squandered their college fund on that failed lawsuit, and Isis would throw this in their father’s face whenever Jessie wasn’t in earshot. But that was a smokescreen for Isis did not talent of any kind. Her grades have always been poor, since kindergarten. Jessie and Ishtar have openly pondered if she has an undiagnosed learning deficiency. She couldn’t learn high school cheerleading routines, sing to save her life or act her way through a high school play. She couldn’t paint, draw, sculpt or weave.

She could barely add an app to her phone without assistance.

Giuseppe Jr was only seven and understood his parents would never believe he could sin. Twice his school accused him of vandalism and both times they denied he was capable of such behaviour. Ishtar once accused him of stealing a pair of her panties, but their parents assumed she’d misplaced them. Isis accused him of stealing some money from her and nothing was done. He acted with impunity and at that thought Ishtar had her answer. Thinking upon characters from the books she’d read, she put her hands on her hips and replied, “Vice amply rewarded please.” earning an applause and cheers from the eccentrics.

“Excellent!” Demon Lord mused, “You may have the honor of orchestrating their fates.”

“Do we have to kill them?” Ishtar asked.

“Only if you desire it child. Some fates are worse than death”

“Good. I really want them to suffer and go on suffering. I assume no act is taboo?”

“My child, if one here will not commit the act you envision, we can have someone here who will in thirty minutes.”

“In that case, I want one of you to sodomize my little brother.” Ishtar chose her words so the Giuseppe Jr wouldn’t understand. The eccentrics all looked to Teah, who released the father, licked his lips and took hold of the son. Brynhild took over the job of guarding the father while Demon Lord resumed his raping of Isis. Jessie became hysterical and tried to rush Teah, but Zara stopped her with a quick kick to her liver. By then Teah had the boy naked and on the carpet in front of his father. Teah removed his own clothing, revealing an uncircumcised member as large as Ishtar’s forearm. Using only his spittle as lubricant, Teah violently forced his prick into the boy, pulling his hair to keep his face in his father’s line of sight.

Jessie began to scream about the wrath of God and how vengeance will be his and how they’re all going to Hell. “Le Fou was it?” Ishtar asked of the little man to which he nodded, “Go into my bitch sister’s room, find her dildo and stuff it into my STEP mother’s mouth.”

“I thought these would come in handy.” Le Fou replied producing Isis’ John Holmes Realistic Dildo and a roll of duct tape from the pillow case. Zara zip tied Jessie’s hand behind her back as Le Fou approached. Between the two of them, it only took 50 seconds to get the dildo secured in her mouth.

Ishtar used the basting brush from the kitchen to paint an inverted pentagram on her father’s face with the blood leaking from her brother’s continually violated anus. She then kicked him in the ribs six times before asking someone to castrate him. Brynhild was happy to oblige. Le Fou brought her a fillet knife from the kitchen and helped Ishtar strip and restrain Giuseppe while Brynhild did the deed. Ishtar took her father’s genitalia and put them in the microwave and set it to cook on full power for 29 minutes. Giuseppe fainted from the pain, much to the disgust of the eccentrics.

Ishtar then approached Teah, staring at Jessie as she said, “I want you to discharge in my mouth so I can show these cunts I’m in for well more than a pound.” Teah intensified his thrusting to expedite orgasam. When on the verge, he pulled out so swiftly splattered wherever possible. Ishtar aimed the blood and shit covered member to her mouth. Ishtar was startled by the kinetic energy of the discharge; it’s thickness made it impossible to swallow in two gulps. What she couldn't swallow, she spat in her little brother’s face. Taking this cue, Demon Lord pulled out and discharged his thin, yet plentiful semen all over Giuseppe Jr’s face; the eccentrics applauded.

Ishtar went to the kitchen and returned with a can of insecticide. She handed it to Brynhild and ordered her to shove it in Jessie cunt. Upon hearing this, Jessie offered the fiercest resistance she could, which was futile given her condition. Brynhild laughed as dodged and blocked Jessie’s kicking as a diversion, Teah grabbed her by the neck, picked her up and slammed her back into the armchair only Giuseppe was allowed to sit in. Before she could recover, Brynhild tore her cheap sweat pants and cheap panties off and Teah grabbed her heels and spread her legs as wide as possible. Ishtar took the cap off and opened her mother’s vagina for penetration. Brynhild lubricated the spray can with juices fingered out of Jessie and herself and used both hands to shove it in. She simply whimpered through the ordeal, until the spray activated; then she screamed and thrashed about as best she could. This amused the eccentrics. Teah and Brynhild released her so she could fall to the floor and give birth to the spray can.

Isis began to stir and at Ishtar's command Zara stood her up by her hair and cuffed her behind the back. Ishtar caressed her sister's smooth skin with the flat of the fillet knife as she spoke, “How many times did you call me lesbian, dyke, creep and retarded?”

“Please Ish…”

“How many times did you punch, kick and slap me? Why did you hate me just for being your sister?”

“I'm sorry Ishtar. Please stop…”

“YOU'RE ONLY SORRY TO SAVE YOUR MISERABLE LIFE YOU STUPID FUCKING COW! But I have no plans to murder you, yet. I want you to experience the lesbianism that disgusts you so. Zara, can you make this bitch cum like she never came before?”

“Not my bag babe, but Brynhild can.” Zara shoved Isis into the armchair and spread her legs like Teah had done Jessie as Brynhild knelt and began cunnilingus. Meanwhile Jessie began to make coughing and choking noises in between random spasms. Demon Lord lacerated her left cheek while cutting the tape. He removed the dildo from her mouth and she vomited violently. This brought Giuseppe back to consciousness, who could only wail in pain and despair.

“Yes! Oh my gods yes!” Ishtar shouted. “That sound is what I wanted to hear! The sound of a man being devoured by is despair, his anguish!” Ishtar stripped off her clothing and began frigging her hairy cunt. “Teah,” she commanded, “fuck my father up the ass. Lube it with his whore’s vomit. Le Fou, fuck his whore up the ass. Have them face to face so they can kiss each other. I wish to discharge my fuck upon their faces.” Demon Lord to position behind Zara adding, “This cunt craves prick, and prick it shall have!”

It was arranged and performed as described.

When all save Giuseppe and Jessie had discharged, Ishtar packed a suitcase with her meager belongings. She dressed and departed with the eccentrics. Teah Demon Lord, and Le Fou were in one car, Zara, Brynhild and Ishtar in another. Demon Lord’s group had sped off ahead, and as Ishtar’s group followed the spotted Giuseppe Jr three blocks away. He walked like a zombie, naked and dripping blood from his rectum. Ishtar bade Brynhild pull over and she opened her door saying, “Junior! Thank God you got out of there too! Quickly, get in before they find out we’re gone.” Giuseppe Jr was apprehensive, also seven and in a lot of pain. No one answered any door he knocked on, no passerby offered him help or listened to his pleas. This was the only help offered him since leaving the condo. He took Ishtar’s hand and got in the car. Ishtar closed the door behind him and told Brynhild to drive. The doors loudly locked and they sped to catch up to the other car.

“Relax little brother, everything is gonna be alright from now on.” Ishtar smiled. This brought a cackle from the driver seat. Giuseppe Jr got a good look at Brynhild in the driver seat and panicked. He tried to open the door but couldn’t, the doors had childproof locks.

[itsmarianstories]

✨🔍Focus🔎✨

Boxer Jungkook, Dancer Jimin

2. Part: Jimin visits Jungkooks fight for the first time

A/N: I’m so done right now... I had this all already edited and this whole post finished when my laptop collapes and now I have to do everything again. I’m not gonna edit this chapter a second time sorry, now you gotta keep up with my mistakes :’) Also this can probably be read seperately? I think? Though it would make more sense to read the first part first. Anyways it’s not as long as the first part but therefore there will be a third part ;)

Word count: 4.594

Focus.

Un, deux, trois, quatre

Glissade, assemble, sous-sus, pirouette

His body drumming in tension, all muscles working and keeping his every move under total control. No finger is moving in a way it's not supposed to.

He is drilled to perfection, by his mother, his teacher and himself. It's what he did for all his life. Flying through the air, looking almost weightless and light, although his feet hurt, his legs burn and his lungs beg for air. A smile is plastered on his lips, keeping up the mask. Like a statue, strong, perfect, cold.

His eyes are fixed in the huge mirrors that cover the three walls in this studio, watching his own moves like a hawk. Everyone else, including his teacher has already left but he prefers it like that. The hours where he has the studio completely for himself are the best, he can completely focus on himself, he has all the space he wants and he can dance the way he wants.

He loves ballet, it's his passion, what keeps him going on some tough days but sometimes it's also what pushes him down. When he can't get a certain move right, or when his emotions are too overwhelming to push them down behind that mask of perfection. On those days he likes to blast his favourite songs and just let lose, close his eyes and move to the beat.

However, not today. In two weeks they have their showcase and Jimin performs in four pieces. Two group performances, one duet and one solo. They are already practicing for this showcase for almost a year now and although Jimin knows the sequences by heart now, there are still parts which are not perfect yet.

There will be critics at the show and if Jimin is good enough he might be allowed to choreograph his own pieces, get his own group and teach a class. Actually he doesn't really want to teach a class, he knows no one would want to train under him. Jimin is a perfectionist and he would drill his students to the absolute highest level, even he himself can't meet his standards so how could others?

The music stops and Jimins body stills. Well, more or less. His chest his heaving with heavy breaths and his legs tremble slightly. Sweat his running down his skin, literally everywhere, his arms, legs, neck, spine, forehead.

Jimin stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before he went to the corner where he left his stuff. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. Deciding that it was enough he grabbed his things and quickly went to the shower. After cleaning his body he threw a quick glance at the time.

Jungkooks fight is in two hours, it will take Jimin probably about 40 minutes to get to the address so he should get home soon to get ready.

He isn't really sure what that is, this evening. Like, is it a date? A meeting between friends? Just a dude watching another dude fight?

Nonono, Jimin get a hold of yourself. The way Jungkook pressed you against your own wall in your own entryway definitely wasn't a moment between 'dudes'. This has to mean something, right? Right?!

The dancer sighed while pulling the hood of his sweater over his head. After that incident a few days ago he stopped taking the shortcut to his apartment which means his way home will take almost 20 minutes instead of 10. It's annoying but Jimin never wants to experience something like that ever again. He can't imagine what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't passed by coincidentally. Or if he hadn't been nice enough to actually stop and bother beating those guys up for him.

He is pretty sure Jungkook expected a girl, considering his reaction when he saw Jimins face. Who can blame him, it's not a situation that many young men find themselves in.

A few days ago he had read a story about corrective rape but couldn't imagine it really being a thing. Like why would you want to fuck someone you are disgusted by? It doesn't make sense but he figured that most horrible things don't make sense.

Thinking about that while walking home alone isn't really helping so he falls into a slow run, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

Once home Jimin quickly changes, does his hair and may or may not apply a hint of make-up, just on his eyes and lips.

He quickly texted Tae to let him know he was ready and waited for the knock on his door. Slipping on his sneakers, checking his phone, key and wallet he opened the door.

“Hey loverboy, ready?” Tae grinned at him and Jimin smacked his shoulder.

“Shut up!” He mumbled, feeling the blush creep onto his cheeks. They left the building together and called for a cab. Jimin fiddled with the hem of his oversized jacket. He didn't like to admit that he was nervous. Obviously because of the fight. He had no idea what to expect and the way Jungkook sounded while texting he was a bit worried about Jimin being there. That's why Tae is here after all.

“I can't believe you made me do this!” His best friend said.

“Not only are you dragging me to a box fight, though you know fairly well how much I dislike violence! You also make me third wheel at your date!”

“It's not a date.” Jimin contradicted.

“Shut up it is a date. You may deny it and that Jungkook guy may be too dense to realize it, but I know.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Right. I forgot you are the human version of Cupid.” Tae winked at him and Jimin shrugged him off.

They arrived at the location soon later and Jimin gulped when he saw the big old brick building. People where lingering around on the street, holding plastic cups with beer, smoking cigarettes (or smth like that? He wasnt so sure) and talking casually. Most of them men, men who resembled thos guys who attacked him a few days ago in a frightening way. Suddenly he regretted putting on make up and wearing a jacket without hood to hide his pink hair. Might as well write “gay and proud" on his forehead.

Tae was right next to him and although he didn't like violence at all he looked more intimidating, being tall and build with a red bandana in his hair.

Jimin is really questioning his sanity right now. What made him think wearing a pink bomber jacket with transparent stripes on the arms was a good idea?

They passed a few groups on their way inside and so far no one really paid them any mind but as soon as they entered the hall heads started to turn in their (his) direction. Jimin wondered whether he should text Jungkook that he was there now but he didn't want to distract or bother him before his fight so he decided against it.

He overheard a few people talk when they passed them by.

“Do you think he will win again?”

“Nah he is too young. The other one has way more experience.”

“I don't know man he is a pretty good fighter. He won almost every fight until now.”

“He is trained by Agust D right?”

“Yeah, he's his best student.”

Jimin didn't exactly know why, but the things those guys said made him feel proud. Hm, weird.

The inside of the building kinda resembled a really small theatre. The ring was in the middle like a stage and chairs were circling it in long rows, only interrupted by a few aisles.

“Do you want to drink something?” Tae asked but Jimin shook his head.

“I'm good. I'll go get us seats.” He said. Tae nodded and left to the bar, leaving Jimin alone in the mass. The dancer turned and searched for two free seats, preferably somewhere in the front. He is small and he wants to see after all. People gave him looks when he passes them and he saw at least two or three who looked disgusted. It made Jimin shrink in himself, trying to disappear in his jacket. He lowered his eyes, not looking anyone in the eye and possibly offend them.

He found two seats in the second row and quickly made his way over there. He took his phone out in case Tae texts him about the seats when he noticed someone sitting down next to him, on the seat that was for Tae.

Jimin looked up and saw a man, bald with a white beard covering his double chin. He looked (and smelled) sweaty, wearing a black ACDC shirt and a cold chain around his neck. He looked like he jumped right out of a movie as cliché as it was. The man stared at him and Jimin gulped. This can't mean anything positive.

“U-Uhm...” He started, wanting to tell the man that the seat was taken but he was cut off.

“You know princess, this is not a cosmetic studio.” He snarled, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. Jimin wanted to snap back, put him in his place, telling him to fuck off and that 'no shit Sherlock, actually I expected someone to come and give me a manicure' But since the incident in that alley and being the small boy that he is, it would be so easy for the other to manhandle him.

Jimin didn't know why but Jungkook popped up in his mind and somehow it gave Jimin a hint of braveness. He didn't want to be the clichéd small baby boy who can't do anything for himself, who clings onto his sugar daddy, pouts his plumb lips and cries when he doesn't get what he wants. He is strong and independent and he can take care of himself for fucks sake. (It may also help a little that there are so many people around, this dude will probably not do anything in front of so many will he?)

Jimin didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily so he simply stated that “Sorry, this seat is taken.” And he was proud when his voice didn't shake.

“What are you doing here, huh? Do you even know what this here is?” Jimin sighed internally and rolled his eyes.

“A drama staging?” It slip out too quickly for Jimin to hold back and he saw the nostrils of the man flare and how his lips were pressed in a thin line. Oh this is not good.

“Go home princess. Play with your dolls and let the real men do their things.” He growled and Jimin wanted to tell him that the dick between his legs showed that he was indeed a 'real' man but he figured that would cross a boarder he didn't want to see the other side off.

“Why is it bothering you if I just quietly sit here and watch the fight? I'm not contagious you know.” Jimin said, trying to keep all the anger and annoyance out of his voice. The man didn't know what to answer to that, his mouth opened and closed again like a fish on the dry.

Tae chose to come back in that very moment, standing tall over the man and radiating a dangerous atmosphere, which is funny if you know what a clingy teddy bear Tae usually is. But now he was obviously pissed and it probably helped that his voice is naturally deep and rich for it made it sound more intimidating when he said

“I think you are sitting on my seat.” The man looked up at him, then at Jimin and back up at Tae until he grumbled something in his beard, took a sip from his beer and finally left.

“Are you okay?” Tae asked when he took the seat the man left just now. Jimin nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it's my own fault for, you know, dressing like this.” He said with a smile.

“What are you talking about? You have every right to dress in whatever way you please. Their stinky asses are just jealous of your confidence.”

“Pfft, what confidence?” Jimin scoffed. Tae wrapped and arm around his shoulders but didn't say anything because he knew that way Jimin would think about it way more. And before they could talk about it any further spotlight switched on and drowned the ring in yellow. A small man appeared with a microphone in hand. He greeted everyone and asked them to go to their seats. It became quiet real quick and the man in the ring started to announce the fighters, talking about their weight and previous fights and he was basically screaming everything. Probably to hype up the crowed but Jimin thought it was a rather primitive way to do. Yet, it seemed to work and Jimin couldn't say he was surprised.

After a few minutes the first fighter entered the ring. The crowed cheered and whistled and the man raised his fists as if he was bathing in the praise. The fighter was probably about 180 cm tall and build, wearing nothing but the lose shorts and gloves on his hands. He was laughing confidently and Jimin hoped that Jungkook would wash the dirty smug of his face. Something about the attitude and the atmosphere of this guy made Jimin uncomfortable. There was another man walking behind him, carrying a towel and a bottle of water, probably something like his assistant? Jimin had no idea.

The man with the microphone started talking again, now about Jungkook and Jimin couldn't help but pay a little more attention. He hyped him up just as much, talking about how great he his for his young age and how many fights he has already won. Jimin was nervous.

And then Jungkook entered. Instead of enjoying the crowds cheers he simply walked towards the ring, his body hidden by a black silk robe and his face covered by a hood. Jungkook had someone carrying a towel and bottle as well, a small rather slim man with silvery hair. Other than the first boxer, however, Jungkooks assistant(?) Was walking beside him, an arm behind his back a bit like a bodyguard and he was whispering things to Jungkook. Jimin wondered what it might be but it was way too loud and he was too far away to eavesdrop.

Jungkook entered the ring as well and finally got rid of the robe, handing it to the man with silver hair. Jimins mouth fell open. Sure he knew Jungkook had a nice body from when they slept on the same bed or their little “moment" in his entryway but seeing it like this in its full glory was... different.

His muscled were toned, obvious poking out under his tanned skin. The light of the spotlights made him glow and Jimin honestly just wanted to lick his abs Jesus Christ.

Jimin noticed how Jungkooks eyes started to wander over the auditorium, searching for something. Or rather someone. His heartedbeat picked up and suddenly his palms became strangely sweaty. Jimin gulped and took a shaky breath. Damn shit why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

He watched as Jungkooks eyes scanned the crowed and came nearer and nearer towards him and then his eyes landed on him and their gazes locked and Jimin could swear that for a few heartbeats long the whole room was empty except for them both and it was deafeningly silent. Jimin held his breath when a small smile spread on Jungkooks lips. He could hear his own heart beat loudly in his hears and he lifted his hand for a small subtle wave which caused Jungkooks smile to become bigger. Jimin smiled back and then the silvery haired man petted Jungkooks back, asking for his attention. The boxer ripped his eyes away and turned to his assistant who continued to tell him whatever.

Jimin finally released the breath he was holding and noticed that Tae was staring at him.

“I feel dirty.” His best friend said.

“Huh?”

“It was like watching a live porno. Seriously you still have drool on your chin.” Tae teased, acting as if he was wiping it away with his sleeve. “Disgusting.” He muttered and Jimin pushed him away, smacking his hand from his face.

“Shut up!” He snapped, face burning.

Moments later the fight began and Jimin could see an immediate switch in Jungkooks attitude. He was concentrated, focused on nothing but his opponent. He observed the others movements, studying him and waiting for him to make the first move.

Jimin had no idea about boxing but even he could see the difference between those two fighters. Jungkooks opponent still looked rather cocky, grinning and looking at Jungkook like he was a small boy. However, that grin faltered after Jungkook dodged the first hit.

As a dancer Jimin knows what a focused body looks like, he can see the tension, the control over every muscle. It’s a bit as if Jungkook would dance, dance around his opponent, provoking him and irritating him. And it's working. The other fighter became more and more reckless with how much angrier he became. It was somehow funny to watch.

After a few minutes Jungkook finally started to hit back. His movements were so quick and smooth, it reminded Jimin so much of ballet it was fascinating. He never really associated with this sport before getting to know Jungkook so he had no idea what to expect. He always thought boxing are just to men beating each other down but what Jungkook was doing in that ring right now was a profession. Jimin could see the training, the sweat and ache he invested to get this kind of control. It made Jimin feel so much closer to Jungkook because he basically felt the passion Jungkook had towards his sport. It’s the same passion he has for his own and ain’t gonna lie, that’s a huge turn on.

The fight continued with both fighters landing a few good hits and every time Jungkooks face or stomach connected with the opponents glove, Jimin jumped slightly and clenched his hand harder around the armrest of his chair. Yes, he was in awe over Jungkooks fighting, but that doesn't mean he didn't worry about him.

Jimin couldn't say how long the fight actually lasted, for him the time flew and crept at the same time but when Jungkook landed a good hit against his opponents temple the man finally went down. The crowed cheered and watched excitedly if the boxer will get ip again but ten seconds passed and he was still on the ground. A loud ring sounded through the hall and Jungkook raised his hands over his head triumphantly, grinning and rotating to look at the crowed. His eyes, again, landed on Jimin and they beamed at each other before the man with the microphone appeared again, ending the fight and announcing Jungkook as the winner. The silver haired guy hopped in the ring, a huge gummy smile on his face as he pulled Jungkook in a hug and handed him towel and water bottle. It was cute to watch them interact because Jungkook looked at the man with so much fondness and admiration, relishing in the praise like a child who proudly showed off a good grade to his parents.

They left the ring together and the crowed cheered again. People were petting Jungkooks back in congrats as he walked back to the changing rooms.

Earlier that day Jungkook had told Jimin were it would be best for him to wait until Jungkook would be ready after the fight so now Jimin jumped up and pulled Tae along. Out of the building and around it just as Jungkook had described, to get to the backdoor where Jungkook would leave through. He was nervously jumping up and down, while Tae was leaning on the brick wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, growling things about “euphemizing violence" when the door opened.

Jimin basically jumped into Jungkooks arms. The younger let out a surprised noise but was quick to smile and wrap his arms around Jimin.

“Wow what did I do to deserve this enthusiastic greeting?” He chuckled. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked up at him.

“Duh, win the fight obviously.” He answered. Tae scoffed next to them, causing Jungkook to look into his direction.

“Oh right, Jungkookie this us Tae, Tae this is Jungkookie.” Jimin introduced them.

“Oh hi, you must be the platonic soulmate.” Jungkook said and extended his hand but Tae only narrowed his eyes at him until Jimin stabbed him in the side with his elbow in a silent 'be nice!' Tae rolled his eyes and finally took Jungkooks hand.

“Yeah, hi.” Jimin sighed at that.

“Give us a second.” He said and pushed Tae around the next corner.

“Tae why are you being mean?” He wanted to know.

“I'm not being mean, I'm being suspicious. He is a boxer Jiminie, violence and fighting is a daily thing for him. I just don't want you to get hurt.”

“Jungkookie would never hurt me, ever! He saved me, I can't believe we are even talking about that!”

“That he saved you doesn't mean he can't ever lose control. What if you have a fight some day and his 'hand slips', huh? You don't know this guy but you are already acting as if you two know each other for years.”

“I know him better than you do!” Jimin almost yelled. His best friend opened his mouth again but Jimin hold up his hand to shush him.

“Tae, I love you but you are being unfair, right now. You always talk about not judging books after their cover but now you are doing exactly that just because you dislike violence and he is a boxer. I think it's best of you go home for today and once you got over your prejudices you will see how sweet he is.”

“Jiminie-" Tae said, taking a step forwards but Jimin shook his head.

“No, just go home.” Tae sighed but eventually listened. Once he was out of sight Jimin turned and went back to Jungkook who was awkwardly standing where he had left him.

“Sorry, about that.” Jimin said sheepishly.

“It's alright, he us only worried about you. That's a good thing.” Jungkook said but Jimin rolled his eyes.

“He is acting like a mom and there is nothing to worry about anyway.” Jimin said. They made their way away from the building. It was silent for a while until Jungkook opened his mouth again.

“Jimin, I'd never let my hand slip.” He said seriously and Jimin smiled up to him, taking his hand.

“I know.”

They went in a small restaurant and ordered so may dishes, Jimin had no idea how they should possibly finish all that. They talked about everything and nothing for a while, making silly jokes and giggling into their hands to not disturb the other customers. One time Jungkook made a joke while Jimin took a sip from his drink and it caused him to choke. He had coughed and blushed furiously but Jungkook had stared at him with so much affection and tenderness it made Jimins heart bloom.

“You were really cool tonight, by the way.” Jimin said at one point and the beam Jungkook gifted him with was worth all the uneasiness and trouble he felt earlier when he had first entered the old gym hall.

“Thank you!”

“You like boxing very much, don’t you?” Jimin said and Jungkook tilted his head to one side.

“Yeah, I guess, why?”

“No, it’s just… I could see it. The passion you have, you know? I think it’s why you were so superior to your opponent. He was fighting to impress others, you are fighting for yourself.” Jimin mumbled but blushed when he noticed Jungkooks intense gaze. “Ah, sorry, I don’t know if that made any sense… I just-“

“No, it’s fine, you are right. I’m just surprised you could see this, even though you aren’t familiar with boxing.” Jimin shrugged.

“I think on some level boxing is pretty similar to dancing. You need the same control over your body, the tension, the knowledge how to move…” Jimin explained and for a few moments they stared at each other in silence.

“Wow, usually people think boxing is just about how is the strongest and has the harder hits. The only one I can talk to about boxing like this is my coach. You don’t know what a turn on it is that you sit here and casually talk about boxing like you did it all your life.” Jungkook murmured and Jimin blushed, biting his lip. Usually he would avert his eyes and stare at the ground in embarrassment but now there is something between them that makes Jimin feel save. So instead of feeling shy, he feels excited. He used that to be a little bold, leaning over to Jungkook and whispering

“You don’t know what a turn on it was seeing you in that ring, all naked and sweaty.” Jungkooks eyes widened and Jimin could see how his pupils dilated.

“You know, it would only be fair if I could see you dancing too now.” Jungkook said.

“My studio actually has a showcase in two weeks, if you really want to I can get you a ticket.” Jimin said, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s not that he is embarrassed about his dancing, he knows he is good at what he is doing, but knowing that Jungkook will be there watching him was… exciting.

After they finished their food they took a walk through the city. Jimin always liked taking walks through the night but he didn’t do it since he moved to the city because he never felt save enough, but now with Jungkook by his side it was like mothing could ever hurt him again.

The taller had an arm securely around Jimins shoulders, keeping him close and Jimin had snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of Jungkooks body.

“Jimin?” Jungkook said at one point and Jimin hummed, signalling him to keep talking.

“Is this… like uh… was… was this a date?” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at how adorably nervous Jungkook sounded. He looked up at him and stood on his tip toes to press a kiss on the boxers cheek.

“I hope so.”

Jimin didn’t know for how long they paced through the dimly lit streets but after a while they ended up in front of his apartment building. He didn’t want Jungkook to go but he also didn’t want to rush things.

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for letting me see this.” Jimin said. Jungkook shook his head with a smile.

“Thank you for coming.” They smiled at each other and before Jimin could react Jungkook had leaned in and pecked his lips once, twice. After the third time Jimin grabbed his collar and pulled him in to kiss him properly. He felt Jungkook smile against his lips and bit it playfully, tugging on it and running his tongue over it afterwards. Jimin pulled back with a grin when Jungkook groaned.

“You are evil.” The younger said and Jimin shrugged amused.

Jungkook left after another few kisses and soft ‘goodnight’s.

[kenzieam]

The Right Wrong Choice - Chapter 4 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (swearing, violence, smut - everything you’ve come to expect from me :* )

Genre: General/Humor/Drama/Eventual Angst

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I’m not sure what is going wrong today, but I’m not feeling very confident with my punches and kicks. It’s mid-afternoon after a morning of drills and Eric has us paired up with each other, I guess actually hitting someone instead of a heavy bag is where I’m having the trouble. I wanted to be paired with Raye, but Eric decided our partners for us and so I’m practicing with an Erudite boy named Ethan. He’s taller than me and more muscular and my lip still stings from his last hit; I’m rapidly losing my aversion to pulling my punches, the Nose is starting to get on my nerves.

I’m too slow to avoid his next punch and spots flash in my eyes as I stagger backwards. I would have just kept stumbling until I fell down on my ass if a powerful pair of arms didn’t suddenly band around me. Crashing into a rock-hard chest doesn’t help my disorientation, but at least my ass won’t be bruised too. Eric stands me up far gentler than I expected him to and leans in front of my face. I’m not sure what I’m expecting based on how he caught me, but the anger in his eyes surprises me anyway.

“Fight back initiate, he’s kicking your ass.”

Frustration flares through me and I can’t avoid snapping angrily back, “I’m trying, you giant ass! Try teaching us something instead of just bitching!” 

Silence falls instantly around the room and I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. Oh shit, I haven’t just poked the bear, I’ve kicked him right in the balls.

The look on Eric’s face chills my blood and I start planning the color scheme of my cardboard box for when he kicks me out of Dauntless. Even Ethan, who was grinning so cockily just a minute before looks pale.

I see Eric is visibly holding himself back when he grits, “that mouth is going to get you in real trouble, Red. Start running laps until I decide how I’m going to properly shut you up.”

I swallow hard and jog away, my blood cold. The anxiety I’m feeling only increases as I run the track. I have a feeling that Eric is going to leave me here for awhile, so I slow my pace enough that I’ll be comfortable for a long time. I see the Neanderthal glance at me occasionally as I pass, but he doesn’t say anything about my pace. Even though I’m not pushing myself, I’m still tired and sweating by the time Gigantor ends the class and bellows at me to ‘get your ass over here!’, what is it with him and my ass?

I stop a few feet in front of him and bend forwards. The stitch in my side formed about three laps ago and my chest feels tight.

“You don’t have much stamina, do you Red?” His tone is almost bored and, again, my mouth answers before my brain can edit the response.

“Considering I’m not even supposed to be here, I think I’m doing pretty good!” Groaning to myself, I drop my head, for an Erudite aptitude, I’m a surprisingly slow learner.

“There’s that mouth again.” His tone is almost conversational and that makes his next actions that much more unexpected. Hands grab my upper arms and I find myself bodily lifted off the ground. It happens so fast I can’t even struggle before he slams me none too gently against the nearest pillar. I’m getting seriously tired of being manhandled by the big gorilla, but I know enough to keep that to myself, at least for now. I’m still not able to stop the flash of anger and frustration that flare in my eyes, but the returning look in his is far more dangerous. Stop it, you idiot! Just stop provoking him!

“I’m going to say this once more…. you are here now, in Dauntless. If you fail, you’re factionless, I’m not wasting my time training factionless, so decide now whether you’re staying or not.”

One last ripple of defiance. “What do you care anyways!” For fucks sake, Mads.

His hands tighten painfully on my upper arms and I bite back a squeak. I don’t fully catch nor understand the gamut of emotions that run through his eyes in the few seconds after my snarled retort, and even if I did catch them, I must be reading them wrong, why the hell would the Unfriendly Giant care whether I make it here or not? I pretend his next exhale doesn’t have a slight tremor to it.

Unceremoniously he drops me to the ground and growls tiredly, “get out of here, Red. Talk back in class again and I won’t just make you run laps.”

I duck out before he can change his mind, and a small traitorous part of me entertains the notion of talking back again, just to see what he has in mind. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

I manage to stay below the radar for the next few days. Eric corrects my form a little aggressively on two separate days, but I keep my mouth shut. He never does lend me the goddamn book. We’ve moved onto knife throwing with Tris and Christina and I’m surprised to find I have a natural talent at it, that and I’m imagining the Neanderthal’s face on every target.

Supper tonight in the mess hall is loud and boisterous as usual. The crowd at the table I sit at has grown to include not only myself, Raye, Maddox and Pax, but their friends from Dauntless too. Now that I’ve accepted my fate here, I’m free to contemplate just how handsome Pax is, and he seems to appreciate me back. He makes sure to sit next to me and makes little excuses to brush against my hands or legs as we eat. It’s nice to be noticed and have someone appreciate your company, but for some reason my heart isn’t in it totally.

Raye suddenly slams her metal cup down, startling the rest of us.

“We should get tattoos.” She says bluntly.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no, not because I’m against body art, but because we should probably wait until we are Dauntless to start looking Dauntless, but Pax is grinning widely at me, his hands cupping my cheeks and I find myself agreeing.

Considering it was her idea, Raye is taking a long time to decide on what she wants, and Maddox has decided to help her. It’s amusing to watch him point out design after design, only to have Raye shake her head again and again. I’ve already chosen mine, and I’m waiting for the next available artist. Pax decided quickly too and is already laying on the table. He’s picked a roaring lion’s head on his chest. I doubt it hurts as much as he’s pretending it is, but it gave him the excuse to grab my hand and I’ve decided to play along. My hand even strokes his thick hair back from his forehead and I feel slightly guilty at the hope that flashes in his eyes.

“Uh, Mads?” The artist named Bud calls from his table, still cleaning from his last client and I move to stand.

Pax pulls on my hand and grins hopefully. “A kiss to help the pain?”

I smirk and plant a kiss on his cheek, ignoring the way his head turns to try and meet my lips and straighten. Movement at the front of the shop catches my eye and I see a familiar broad back storming away. Why would Eric be down here with the mortals? Doesn’t he have tortures to invent, punishments to mete out?

It bothers me far more than it should as I sit and lean back, waiting for Bud to begin. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________

“Oh wow, Mads. That looks great.” Raye smiles. She’s finally decided on a design and is waiting for Bud to finish with me. He’s slathering on a layer of healing cream, and when he’s done, he hands me the tube and I stand. Pax was acting, it didn’t hurt that bad. I chose a tiny Phoenix, smaller than a plum, on the tender triangle of skin where my neck and left collarbone meet. Pax tries to stroke it with his thumb but I sidestep him, mumble about fresh ink and smearing, I’m still turning over Eric’s departure in my mind. I can’t think of what would make him so angry, so I push it from my thoughts, determined to ignore it.

Raye’s design is elaborate and large and I find myself yawning before she’s finished. She sees me and smirks.

“Go back to the dorms, you’re making me yawn too.”

“Whatever,” I grin back, throwing her an air-kiss and leaving. Pax and Maddox had already left a few minutes ago, one of their buddies had swung by, chattering excitedly about an Xbox tournament at Dawson’s and they’d ran away with him. I was tired, since I’d come to the realization that I was stuck here in Dauntless, and that I certainly didn’t want to be factionless, I was working myself harder and harder every day. I usually spent an extra hour after class in the training room, working on my cardio or practicing hitting the heavy bag; so far no one had said anything, and I was finding the physical part of training easier. I had come to Dauntless with a scholar’s body, soft and pliant; naturally slim but lacking muscle definition, and I couldn’t stop from grinning at the new muscles I saw each day in the mirror, maybe I would fit in here after all.

I found myself in a deserted corridor, my mind tends to wander and my body always seems to choose the quietest routes while I’m otherwise distracted, so this isn’t new and doesn’t bother me, but the footsteps I hear falling in time with my own do spark a flame of concern. A hand bands around my arm and I’m pushed against the wall. My first thought in Candor would have been to scream, but, with training here in Dauntless, it’s to fight back. My knee is blocked by a thick thigh and I throw a punch with my free hand. It’s caught and my stalker finally speaks.

“What are you doing out here alone, Red? It’s embarrassing how easily I overpowered you, have you learned nothing in my class?”

Again, my mouth merrily skips ahead without my brain. “It’s hard to learn in your class when all I hear is a giant ass braying.” Instantly I cringe internally but Eric surprises me by laughing.

“You and that mouth, Red; what am I going to do with you?”

“Leave me alone for one,” I spit, and instantly regret it when the good humour in his eyes disappears. When he laughed I caught the faint hint of alcohol, I should be treading more carefully.

His hands tighten on my upper arms, and his large body has me trapped against the wall. The heat radiating off his body is strangely comforting, and I must be more tired than I first thought, because the thought of leaning into that heat flits briefly through my mind.

His hand leaves my arm and drops onto my shoulder. His thumb strokes my new tattoo and he makes a low sound of appreciation in his throat. “Nice, small and subtle for your first.”

“How do you know it’s my first?” Again with the mouth.

“I can tell, you’re Candor, your aptitude was Erudite, you’re used to being the good girl, good girls don’t have tattoos.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” His head lowers and I inhale sharply as his lips take over from his thumb, caressing my skin. His tongue is warm and soft over my tender tattooed skin and a moan leaves my mouth before I can clamp it shut. His lips leave my shoulder and crush to mine.

It’s his turn to moan, a deep visceral groan deep in his chest as his lips press to mine. They are soft and warm and a flash of heat shoots through me. His tongue slides along my bottom lip and I open my mouth, I want him inside. He groans again as our tongues slide against each other and his hand curls into my hair, pulling me closer to him. I’ve never been kissed like this before, have never felt such a visceral shock like this before. I press against his body, my mind is temporarily stunned, sitting on its haunches, dazed and my body has grabbed the ball and is running for the net. He’s all hard muscle and heat, strength and power and it sends a shiver through me, drawing an appreciative moan from Eric’s chest again. His arms tighten around me and I feel him hard against my thigh.

Suddenly, he pulls away, panting heavily. He leans forward, resting his forehead to mine and I can only exist right now, breathe and stay standing, any thoughts are gone.

“Fox,” he whispers, still breathing hard. His fingers are curled against the back of my head, his other hand still strokes my new tattoo.

“Eric,” I whisper back.

“I- I don’t know what this is…….. you’re doing something to me….. something powerful and I can’t fight it anymore… I don’t want to anymore….. fuck, if you knew what you were making me think, making me do…… fuck, baby.”

My heart jumps, I’ve been consciously doing nothing. The word ���baby’ coming from his lips is like a caress, a gentle stroke from one of those surprisingly gentle hands. I’m not ready for this, this is Eric, the towering giant who exists only to make our training misery, whose sole purpose here in Dauntless is to produce soldiers, who won’t let me go home.

He’s waiting for my response, his chest still heaving with exertion and I will never admit how good his hands feel touching me, how amazing his kiss was, how my heart is nearly exploding. I can’t do this right now, this isn’t how things are supposed to be.

I pull sharply away, and whether he lets me or I surprised him I don’t know. I don’t look back as I sprint away, pretend I don’t hear him call my name, pretend I don’t hear the sorrow.