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januaryisnotanartist · 3 years ago

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Consent Card

Liu Sang has a question to ask Wu Xie, an important request to make before it might ever actually matter.

Ships: KanSang (background/established), Wu Xie/Liu Sang (future/theoretical)

Genre: light whump, tragic backstory (Worship False Idols backstory), pre-sex pollen?, consent is the sexiest of all things

Warnings: Discussions of non-consensual sex, mentions of past non-consensual sex, discussions of Sex Pollen induced Dub-Con sex-or-die, coarse language.

Word Count: 1,327

Wu Xie was alone in a nice, sunny room of the Wushanju, he'd been spending the morning translating some old texts that had found their way to his shop. He was just thinking about taking a break when a light knock sounded at the door of the room.

Looking up, Wu Xie smiled. Liu Sang gave him a little wave in response and waited until Wu Xie gestured for him to enter before he actually stepped into the room.

“Liu Sang,” Wu Xie put his pen down and pushed his work away a little, giving the strangely nervous looking Liu Sang his full attention.

“Wu Xie,” Liu Sang greeted him, hands fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. “Is now a bad time?”

“No, I was just about to take a break anyway, is everything okay?”

Liu Sang shrugged, and his mouth opened and closed slightly several times like he was choosing and discarding things to say. He shifted his weight repeatedly, and Wu Xie held up a hand in a 'wait a second' gesture. Wu Xie left his chair for a few seconds to drag a spare stool over for Liu Sang to sit on.

When they were both sitting, Wu Xie asked, “is it that hard to say?”

“Would you have sex with me?” Horror filled Liu Sang's face before Wu Xie could even register what had been said, and the younger man held up his hands even as he drew back into himself with a loud “No!” His face was scrunched like he was preparing to be hit, or to cry.

“I...” Wu Xie wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he waited for Liu Sang to explain himself.

Liu Sang slowly calmed down from his state of horror, though he was looking anywhere but Wu Xie.

After a long few moments, Liu Sang pushed his glasses more firmly back up his nose, his face flushed with embarrassed red. He mumbled “I should have brought Kan Jian for this conversation,” and Wu Xie couldn't help himself.

“Is this about a threesome?”

The abject horror and disgust on Liu Sang's face cleared that question up very quickly.

Liu Sang tugged at his jacket, fishing frantically through the pockets until he pulled out a card wallet. He opened it and flipped through the cards with shaking fingers, finally drawing out a thin white card and shoving it at Wu Xie, his face somehow even redder than before.

Wu Xie felt a headache starting from how hard his eyebrows were furrowed, because it looked like Liu Sang was one 'boo' away from crying, and Liu Sang wasn’t the type to cry easily.

He looked down at the card he'd been handed.

In the instance of being psychologically impaired by substances, if my life can only be saved by the act of Sexual Intercourse, I, Liu Sang, give prior and previously agreed upon consent for the act to ONLY the following people:

1) Kan Jian

Wu Xie's eyebrows unfurrowed and made for his hairline. “So...”

“I don't know if Pangzi was joking about the sex pollen the other night, but Kan Jian and I were talking,” Liu Sang started speaking quickly, like he was scared he'd lose the words if he didn't get them out in time. “There's a lot of weird shit that goes on in, and comes out of, tombs, and since meeting you I've seen some things I would have said couldn't have existed, so we thought, if it is real, what would happen if one of us were affected by it.”

Wu Xie did his best to keep up as Liu Sang spoke, the younger man's hands fiddling with the card wallet with almost manic energy.

“So you two decided that just in case, you'd get mutually informed consent for emergency life saving sex?”

Liu Sang nodded, “yes, because it's important. It's one thing to say 'these are the people I'd let fuck me rather than die,' but what if you aren't comfortable having sex with me? Because the whole 'the victim will die otherwise' removes your ability to consent properly, any consent given under those circumstances would be... suspect at best, it's under duress.”

Wu Xie hummed lightly as he considered it, looking over Liu Sang's anxious form.

“Are you sure you'd be okay with me having life saving sex with you? You didn't want to ask Xiaoge first?” Wu Xie regretted his attempt at teasing as Liu Sang flinched again, looking for a few too many seconds like he wanted to vomit.

“I...” Liu Sang was back to looking like he was about to cry, and Wu Xie felt like an asshole.

“I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, I just... I know you like Xiaoge a lot, and I know he'd give consent for you, so I'm wondering why it looks like I'm the second person you've asked.”

“Because you are.” Liu Sang's breath was shaky, but after a long pause he continued.

“I don't know how many of the rumours you've heard about me, but most of them... have some truth to them. When I was very young, Ouxiang saved me from some bad people. It... it wasn't the purpose of him being there, just a side effect, but he's... the idea of him in my head is very... the opposite of sex.”

Wu Xie felt like he wanted to be sick as the implications sunk in.

“I... don't feel super comfortable with the idea of sex, I mean, I like it with Kan Jian, and I like that he doesn't assume that me saying yes once means he always has permission, I had a boyfriend before Kan Jian and he... he didn't feel like he needed to ask, or that he needed to respect when I said no...”

Wu Xie made a mental note to find out the ex-boyfriend’s name and if he was still alive.

He used Liu Sang's pause to ask, “so who's after me on the list of people to ask?”

“No one,” Liu Sang replied, “for me, right now, it's Kan Jian, and maybe you, and then I'd rather just die.”

Wu Xie felt both honoured and horrified by the responsibility and trust being handed to him.

“Liu Sang, if it comes down to it, I consent to live saving sex with you to save your life.”

Liu Sang let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, and Wu Xie was alarmed to realise just how tense and wound up Liu Sang had gotten.

“Thank you,” Liu Sang held out one hand, still slightly trembling, and it took a second for Wu Xie to remember he was still holding Liu Sang's consent card and hand it back. As the card was put back in the wallet, Wu Xie's brain snagged on part of their conversation.

“Hang on, when you say you 'like it with Kan Jian' and ‘boyfriend before Kan Jian’ ...”

Liu Sang looked at Wu Xie, his face slipping into an expression that made it clear he thought Wu Xie was some kind of dumbass.

“Kan Jian and I have been dating for ages now, our one year anniversary is literally two month away.”

“Why didn't I know about this?” Wu Xie felt affronted, how could they not have told him.

Liu Sang rolled his eyes and stood, dragging his stool back to it's previous place, “you've seen us hanging off each other, we are constantly clingy, what part of that was confusing for you? And yes, Kan Jian and I also spoke about who other than each other we'd give...” Liu Sang wrinkled his nose in distaste, “'live saving sex' consent to.”

Wu Xie watched as Liu Sang left, another little wave in place of a verbal 'goodbye'.

Did everyone else know those two had been dating? Wu Xie had to call Pangzi.

#dmbj #tltr #lost tomb reboot #reunion: the sound of the providence #liu sang #wu xie #i don't know if i should tag this as:#kansang #fics from the tomb #this isn't what i planned to write today #sad boi hours for liu sang again #why do I keep hurting him this way?#should I have saved this for whumptober?

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hehron · 4 years ago

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Snowball

Somehow I was in a very intense writing mode and managed to whip up another one shot for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves hinny Christmas fest!! This is a little hinny au where there was no war, and everyone’s alive. I really love the idea of Harry having friends as a child. So just assume that the marauders all had kids that were his age :) Oh, also, I love the trope of Hermione being Harry’s sister!

Summary: The little sneak from next doors who used to pummel him with snowballs unfortunately grew into a rather attractive minx Harry couldn’t quite get over.

FF.net AO3

“Incoming!”

“Everyone! To the fort!”

“The fort's fallen!”

“Last chance, losers! Give in!”

“Never! Harry, there's the snow shield!”

“I've got it!” Harry exclaimed, running towards the hedges that separated his and Ron's house. He had picked up the plastic shield, and was brushing the snow off of it when-

“Hey!” He turned around, glaring at his sister. “That's against the rules!”

“I haven't done anything,” Hermione shouted back.

“Yes, you did! You hit me with a snowball!”

“Did not!”

“Did- ow!” He spun around as another snowball hit him in the face. Narrowing his eyes, he peered over the fence, from where someone let out a small giggle.

“Who's there?” He asked, shuffling forward on his knees towards the hole they'd made on the fence last summer. He squeezed through the shrubs tickling at his neck to come face to face with mischievous brown eyes.

“Hello,” She smiled toothily, before hitting his face with yet another snowball.

“Stop that,” He complained, spitting out some of the snow he'd caught in his mouth.

“Why? You're having a snowball fight, aren't you?” She asked, bunching up snow from the pile she'd made.

“We were but-”

“No buts!” She said, throwing it at him again.

“What are you doing? We're losing!” Ori came up beside him, only to be hit by another one of her snowballs. “Hey!”

“You suck at this,” She grinned at them.

“Who is she?!” Ori asked, ducking as she threw another one.

“What are you- Ginny?” Ron said, poking his face in.

“Merry Christmas, brother dearest!” She sang, pelting him with half a dozen snowballs.

“That's it,” Harry said, wiggling out, and throwing one back at her. Unfortunately, she was prepared and took cover behind her snow hill.

“Why are you wasting our time? Just admit defeat or fight!” Hermione stomped over, Teddy and Neville, right behind her.

“It's not our fault! She was the one who started it!” Ori protested, pointing at Ginny's head peeking from behind her hill.

“Who-”

“She's my sister,” Ron said impatiently. “Ginny, I told you to leave us alone!”

“But I want to play!”

“You're a girl! This is a boys-only game,” He said.

“No, it's not! She's playing!” Ginny accused.

“Hermione's not a girl-”

“I am!” Hermione said angrily. “And I say we let her play,” She glared at Ron, much to Ginny's delight.

“That's not fair! You'll have four players then,” Harry protested.

“I'm going inside. I didn't want to play in the first place,” Neville moaned, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“Come on, we can hide behind my snow hill,” Ginny said to Teddy and Hermione.

“It's still unfair,” Harry whined, as they tried to find a place to hide.

“Why didn't you let her play with us? We could have won,” Ori grumbled to Ron.

“I didn't know she was so good at it!”

“What are you doing here? This is enemy lines,” Ori asked as Teddy joined them.

“They kicked me out! Said they wanted a girls vs boys game!”

“It's four against two,” Ron said hopefully. “We can win this.”

“I don't think so,” Harry said, just as the girls rolled over their snow hill into a gigantic ball and sent it towards them. Before they could even register what was happening, the ball hit them, half burying them in the snow.

“We win!” Ginny and Hermione chanted, walking around them as they loudly protested and tried to free themselves, failing miserably. It was a good Christmas.

20 years later

“Yeah, yeah, it was a great Christmas,” Harry called exasperatedly as he made his way out into the back. As much as he loved both Hermione and Ron, he thought he'd explode if they regaled their proposal one more time.

“The lovebirds are here then?”

Harry turned his head to see Ginny sitting on a box by the friends, a bottle of butterbeer in hand.

“They arrived two hours ago,” Harry said with a slight shudder.

“Merlin! The proposal took two minutes! How on earth do they stretch it out for two hours,” Ginny asked horrified.

Harry snorted. It honestly wouldn't have been so bad, if Ron hadn't forced the plan down his throat a dozen times before proposing.

“They're coming to yours next,” Harry said.

“I was never here. You never saw me, ” She said, looking him dead in the eyes.

He laughed, feeling the familiar burst of excitement like he did every time he saw her. Honestly, it had been too long.

“Been a while, hasn't it?” Ginny smiled slightly, as though reading his thoughts.

“Last World Cup, after your game,” He said, a little too quickly.

“Almost four years,” She nodded, a faraway look in her eyes.

“Heard you're up for this year's team as well,” He commented.

“Yeah,” She said, pursing her lips in a way that was very unlike her. I

“Big step down from last time's reaction,” He raised his brows, remembering her jubilation.

“I'm thinking of quitting,” She said abruptly.

“Oh,” He didn't know what to say to that. For some reason, he thought she'd play till she was old and wrinkly.

“What are you smiling about?” She asked with narrowed eyes.

“Nothing, never thought you'd want to quit.”

Her lips quirked. “Thought you'd have to pry away the broomstick from my dead, cold hands?” She asked, thinking of all the times she'd used that phrase when her mother protested her choice of a career.

“Something along those lines,” He said, amused.

“I would have thrown a fit if someone told me four years ago that I'd be considering leaving Quidditch,” Ginny commented.

“Why are you leaving, then? Is everything alright?” He asked gently.

“Yes,” She sighed, taking a swig of her butterbeer. “It's just… It's just not fun anymore. I miss home. I'm missing out on so many things. I couldn't even make it to Vic's birthday two years in a row, and I haven't come home for Christmas in what-”

“Three years,” Harry supplied. “I get it. You don't have to justify anything. I was only curious.”

She smiled. “I know. But I'll only quit after the World Cup. Got to set some more records, haven't I?”

“I thought being Witch Weekly's sexiest athlete was the highest honour,” He teased.

“I'm afraid you've been lied to,” Ginny said with mock sympathy.

“Witch weekly? Lie? Never in a million years. Next, you'll be telling me you and Angelina aren't in a scandalous relationship, hoping to conquer the Quidditch world?”

“I'm afraid Angie chose George over me. Don't know why she'd pick his sneaky ass over innocent old me,” She sighed dramatically.

“You? Innocent? You're sneakier than George,” Harry narrowed his eyes at her.

“Oh?” She asked innocently, before pelting his face with snow she'd hidden in her fist, just like she'd done the first time they'd met.

“At least, you don't have a giant mountain to hide behind, this time,” Harry retorted, aiming a snowball at her.

“Who said that?” She laughed before hiding behind a snow hill Vic or Dom had probably made.

“You never play fair!” He accused.

“You sound like all those losers of the opposite team, who just can't admit defeat,” She stuck her tongue out at him as another snowball hit him. “That's how you throw, learn it from a pro,” She bragged.

“That's funny 'cause there's something we aurors do when the other guy is playing dirty,” Harry said.

“What's that?”

“We tackle them to the ground,” He said, spinning her around by the waist.

“Harry! You use magic to catch them!” She shrieked, through her laughter.

“Not in muggle areas!” He corrected, before losing his balance and falling over Vic's hill, Ginny squished between him and the snow.

“Looks like you lost your snow hill,” He murmured, heart beating wildly at how close they were.

“Don't you aurors have to pay for the property damage?” Ginny demanded.

“Ah, you caught me,” He said with mock disappointment. “Go on, name your price, then.”

“You got snow all over my mouth, and now I'm freezing. I think you ought to kiss it better,” She said seriously.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned.

“Yes.”

“Well, if I must,” Ginny's snort of amusement was lost in her throat as he closed the distance between them.

“All better?” He mumbled against her lips.

“Mm,” She smiled.

“You hit me in the face with snow twenty years ago, I think you owe me something too.”

“Well, then,” She said, kissing him again.

“With interest since you're paying me back so late,” She laughed into his mouth, both of them feeling inexplicably happy.

“I'm so glad we're doing this. I have no idea how I'd have managed not to do that if we're going to be organising a wedding,” Ginny said as they pulled back.

“I know I wouldn't have been able to hold back. Besides, isn't it tradition for the Best Man and Maid Of Honour to bet together?” He winked.

She let out a laugh, giving him a short kiss, just as they heard voices from inside.

“It's time for proposal listening again, I guess,” Harry sighed.

“I put some of Fred and George's canary cream in Ron's pudding,” Ginny smirked, and Harry thought that handling what was sure to be an exasperating wedding would turn out to be the most fun in the world if she was there by his side.

#hinnychristmasfest #hinny au #snowball fights #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #everyone lives!au

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gwoongi · 6 years ago

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𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 ♥︎ jeongguk (ft namjoon)

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 jeon jeongguk / reader (ft kim namjoon) genre: pornstar au, smut rating: explicit words: 4749

The sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

a/n: i……………i don’t know what came over me.

warnings: graphic sexual content, rough sex, porn themes, choking, impreg kink, creampie, squirting, daddy kink, loving sex, dirty talking, degradation/humiliation, unprotected sex, cum eating, porn couple, name-calling (slut shaming?), bisexual namjoon, dirty talk literally inspired by dirty talk i see in sexy stuff im sorry

Namjoon liked porn. Like virtually every guy in his fraternity, Namjoon watched porn almost daily. There was something addictive, like a drug, about visiting PornHub; porn was like an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while, and watching porn was like relieving an itch that he couldn’t quite reach.

“The fact that all you do when you get home is watch porn is just sad,” his friend Sunmi had said, with her cheek pushed up against the worn bicep of Namjoon’s one of many frat brothers, Hoseok. Namjoon had just scowled and said nothing, not feeling the need to defend his unrequited friendship with porn because, “everybody watches porn”. To him, it was kind of like gaming; everybody played games, some more than others. And Namjoon enjoyed exploring every category, watching searches with pretty thumbnails of peach genitals or cum-stuffed faces, holes leaking with it.

It was a Friday evening, the end of Namjoon’s long haul of work from a week of University. With an untouched linguistics assignment flashing to be given attention in his emails, Namjoon closed the tab and sighed loudly with a frown, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. Boredom was the bane of his life, and he could feel it slowly creeping up on him, wrapping like a snake to prey around his body and very slowly squeezing the life out of him. After a few moments of exhausting hesitation, Namjoon groaned and reluctantly reached for his laptop.

“When you’re bored, try and reach out to a friend,” was something his Mother had always said. Granted, she didn’t quite mean friend as a synonym for PornHub dot com, but at the end of the day, she never specified what a friend was or who the friend could be. And, look, Google filled in the blanks for him as he typed in ‘p’, and like a loyal good best friend, Pornhub logged him in automatically, his premium membership like a badge of honour.

Namjoon glanced at the time- ten fourty three in the evening, and the exhaustion from classes and his late afternoon shift at the Italian restaurant down the street still hung over him, despite the glorious view of cum-filled cunts and leaking dicks. Because, when dabbling with porn, Namjoon wasn’t picky. Life could throw a thousand warm wet vaginas in Namjoon’s face, or a thousand veiny cocks, and he’d still find himself with his hands stuffed down the front of his pants, begging for some kind of release. Sunmi’s old words echoed in his head- it was sad. What he was doing, and how often he did it, was actually the saddest thing in the world.

Unlike normal, Namjoon hovered his cursor over the categories, undecided on where to go to. He’d viewed every category to death, spending hours jerking to images of girls on all fours, dressed like cats, gags stuffed in their mouths; boys with big dicks up their asses, tears down their faces. You name it, and Namjoon has probably seen it, bought the t-shirt, left a rating. As he scrolls, Namjoon’s cursor lands on a category he admits is rather alien: Verified Couples.

Not that Namjoon is at all against love- in actual fact, he thinks that is what he yearns for most of all. Somebody he can take care of, and look after, and wake up in the morning next to and stroke hair from their face, all whilst simultaneously being able to shove their faces into the mattress and fuck them, and be fucked. He’s just never explored the Verified Couples section, because honestly, he thinks he might get a little jealous of either either party in the video. What if the girl is the hottest woman he’s ever seen before, and she’s being dominated by a guy Namjoon knows from three seconds isn’t good for her? And what if the sexiest man alive is wasting his time with a selfish girl who only cares about herself?

Regardless, Namjoon decides that today, this Friday of April, he is going to explore this category like Lara Croft in a new tomb.

He clicks, unbothered, and scrolls for a few seconds. Nothing is catching his eye; none of these thumbnails show him anything he’s never seen before, and they’re all painfully mediocre and white, some just plain weird with titles like “Abusing my husband with feet!”, which is certainly not going to make him feel good tonight. After a minute or two of bored searching, Namjoon almost realises why he never dapples into this section of porn when he pauses, mildly interested in a thumbnail and a title reading, “Rough sex with my girlfriend.”

The sight of the thumbnail takes his breath away; a man, with unbelievably toned thighs and a gorgeous curved ass holds his girlfriend like she is the last thing alive on the planet, his arms wrapped around her body, the skin bunching up like old Greek statues you’d find in galleries. She is made of marble and the guy is the sculptor, breathing life into her skin as he, from the thumbnail, holds her side with his left and her small tit with his right. The thumbnail moves as he hovers the cursor over it, and for a short few seconds, Namjoon watches the boy’s hand move from her tit to her throat, and the muscles in his hand suggest he is holding tightly, his hips meeting hers in a sweet kiss as she matches his thrusts.

Namjoon can already feel the discomfort tenting in his joggers and he clicks the video without a minute of hesitation.

It begins like most pornos, the sight of the boyfriend’s enlarged cock at the bottom of the frame, the delightful view of a V-line and honey abs filling the screen for a moment as the boyfriend fiddles with the camera of amazing quality. In the background, Namjoon sees the girlfriend, her body dressed in pointless coral lingerie, the sight of perked nipples soaking through and faded bites on her collarbones. Before enlarging the video, Namjoon checks the uploader: koopid. The bio reading, Fucking Y/N until she cries for me to cum inside her, signed by Jeongguk. Now he’s familiar with names, and it feels as though he’s watching in through the window, hiding behind curtains as Jeongguk fucks the living shit out of his unbelievably cute girlfriend Y/N.

“Mmm, you look so pretty, baby girl.”

Namjoon notes how sweet the unknown Jeongguk sounds, almost as if his voice had been dunked in honey, and his words were the glump of thick substance dripping down. He sucks in a breath when Jeongguk comes into view, naked for the world to see, a smile on his face Namjoon believes was made for him. He’s boyish enough for Namjoon to enjoy, and he leans back, allowing the couple to do what they intend to do.

“So fucking pretty,” Jeongguk comments between his teeth, his fingers looping around your underwear. “Who bought you this?”

“You did,” you reply, shimmying to aid Jeongguk as he slowly pulls your panties down the length of your thighs, smooth and newly shaved. Namjoon can see a shine. Marble. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, that’s right. I love it, baby,” Jeongguk says, lifting you with ease up and out of the panties, already relatively soaked from whatever foreplay he did beforehand to get you hot and flustered. “Are you gonna let me fuck you tonight, for everybody to see?”

A gasp leaves your lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he murmurs in reply.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. You’re so good,” Jeongguk praises, kissing beneath your chin and encircling your arms around you. You grab onto his biceps for balance as he smooches the skin, with one swift movement setting you down on your back onto the plush pastels of the bedsheets, a whitewashed blue with pretty tiled patterns on the pillows. You lie there, staring at Jeongguk as he shadows over you, a hand on either side of your body. The muscles in his back flinch as he moves downwards in a curve, kissing a messy line from your chin to your sternum, leaving behind a visibly wet trail Namjoon follows with his eyes. “You’re so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, only for you, Daddy,” you squeak out, like a little kitten, a strangled and high-pitched moan leaving your lips as Jeongguk licks a line between your breasts, one hand palming a tit in circles, his thumb rubbing your nipple beneath the lace of the bralette. “Only for you.”

“I know,” Jeongguk acknowledges, rising up when he realises he’s prolonging things. “Keep being good for me, okay, baby?”

You mewl with a nod as he continues, getting off from his words, a vocal God, “you gonna let Daddy have your sweet little pussy, hm? Let me fill you up with my cock, fill your pussy with Daddy’s cum?”

“Please,” you breathe out, arching your back up as Jeongguk removes the bra with one hand, taunting his experience to the audience and helping you slip out of it, your perked breasts sloping upwards like tiny mountains, a delicious treat for Daddy. He contains a groan. Tonight, he wants to be mean. Tonight, Jeongguk wants to have you all, every inch of you, he wants to shove his cock so far inside of you that it hurts. For the first time on his channel, Jeongguk wants to be rough. He wants to put on a show, show everybody who you belong to. “Please. I want it- I want you to fuck me.”

Jeongguk palmed your breasts for a while longer, deciding what he was going to do with you. After a very short briefing in his head, Jeongguk hummed to himself as if thoughtfully pleased and moved between your legs, satisfied and proud when you spread them open for him. He let out a hiss between his teeth, looking at the wetness pooling between your legs.

“My, my,” Jeongguk comments. “All this for me?”

“All for you,” you confirm. He is so close, his touch burning, and you rise off the mattress impatiently, whining loudly. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

Jeongguk makes a noise with his mouth, as if disappointed. He isn’t, but he knows how to push your buttons. He knows what to do and when to do it to get a reaction. “I don’t think you deserve my cock just yet. Daddy needs to hear what you want him to do to your precious little pussy. Hm? Tell me, tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

Namjoon thumbs his head, rubbing pre-cum like it was a new lotion. His cock was throbbing, pulsing as if breathing on its own.

“Please,” you begin, your voice enough for Namjoon to wrap his fingers around his cock in anticipation, “I need your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me, until I can’t walk. Please, please, you own me. You own my pussy. Ugh- I need-to feel you inside of me.”

Jeongguk almost has the nerve to look unsatisfied, but he reckons, and only because he knows the ratings depend on it, that he’s prolonged it enough. He knows what everyone’s here for. Even though he does, nobody else cares about what you have to say. He pretends to think about it, humming once more before smiling, dragging you down the mattress by your thighs so your wet cunt is closer to his dick. You writhe with anticipation as Jeongguk massages his cock for a few moments, sucking in a breath and then positioning the tip near your entrance. He’s going in raw today.

Underneath him, you moan as it teasingly prods at your entrance, throbbing for his length. From where he kneels between your opened legs, Jeongguk stares at your hair dancing around your head like a halo, the blush burning on your cheeks. With his mouth open with admiration, his heart widening out of pure love, Jeongguk remembers what he’s doing and without warning, shoves his cock inside, without giving you the chance to grow accustomed to his hardened length.

He’s big- Namjoon, behind the screen, can see that.

Beneath his body, and heavily breathing torso, you cry out with pleasure, a large and loud moan ripping out into the silence of your bedroom. It sounds like Heaven to everybody’s ears, Jeongguk responding with a grunt of pride, knowing only he can make you feel this good. He pulls out and thrusts back in roughly, without caring for how it hurts. From the angle of the camera, Namjoon gets a good view of Jeongguk’s dick pushing in and out of your hole, that tiny hole Namjoon thought nothing could ever get inside. He watches with wonder, his expression like a child in a sweets shop, as Jeongguk pulls you closer to him, pushing deeper inside.

“Feel good?” Jeongguk asks through laboured breaths.

“Yes!” you squeeze out, tightening around him. “Oh, yes!”

“Mm, you like Daddy’s cock?”

“I love your cock,” you rush out. “I love Daddy’s cock so much.”

“Hmm,” Jeongguk replies happily, the praise making his chest inflate with adoration and confidence. “I love how you take my cock, baby. Your pussy is so pretty with my cock inside.”

You fall silently shortly after that, save the erotic groans and moans and the distinct clapping of skin, like an applause for all your hard work. Namjoon pumps his own dick desperately, his eyes flitting from your face to your tits, the right cupped by Jeongguk’s large hand and the other bouncing gorgeously in the light, to the way Jeongguk’s ass clenches as he finds a new spot to abuse inside of you, a new spot to send you yelling out with pleasure; Namjoon shakily breaths out a moan as he stares at your gaping cunt, wet and glistening like a 90’s edit from Tumblr, Jeongguk’s dick moving in and out with wet sounds.

Jeongguk changes the pace, quickening his thrusts as if it doesn’t even matter. He gets drunk off the reaction, grinning with a soft chuckle as you cling to his skin like letting go will kill you, each thrust met with a yelp that increases in pitch and volume. Namjoon knows how this looks and sounds, but he doesn’t care anyway. His laptop is on its side as Namjoon frantically pulls his joggers down to pool around his ankles, his red and angry cock snuggling into his hand as he watches the pair of you, entangled together, lovers, in a sort of love Namjoon can’t even wet dream of having. He looks at the screen through a blurry gaze and sees you writhing with pleasure, tears slowly pulling down your flamed cheeks.

“O-oh, right there!” you mewl, your hands clenching around the skin on Jeongguk’s thighs. “Oh my God, Jeongguk, right there.”

He visibly falters, as if the screen glitched, and the hand wrapped around your tit moves up to your throat. The thumbnail- Namjoon groans out loud at the thought, remembering how it went. Jeongguk wraps his hand around your throat, his thumb where it needs to be, his eyes glued to your face observing your reaction. He wants to test how far you can go. He wants to make you cry, and hurt. He wants you to feel humiliated, embarrassed by how you beg for him to keep going deeper, faster, rougher. Jeongguk feels like a church-boy discovering sex for the first time, testing the waters on how many sins he can break before his Priest father comes into the room.

“Who said you could call me that?” Jeongguk sneers, his hand tightening slightly. You moan around the struggle, your eyes lidded and heavy with the euphoric weight of sex. “Hm?” Jeongguk’s hips stutter faster, rougher, sharply hitting a spot that sends you in a squealing mess.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp. “‘m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll be good.”

“You’ve disappointed me,” Jeongguk admits. Then, quite suddenly, he stops moving, the absence of his pace sending you writhing with anxiousness. The threatening orgasm begs to spill over, like a nearly full glass that needs a few more drops before overflowing from the top. “You gonna make it up to me, little one?”

You nod against the sheets. “Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Okay, baby girl,” he agrees, He sits back on his heels and Namjoon watches with agonising anticipation as Jeongguk sits between his own legs, his feet behind him, pulling you from the mattress onto his lap where your own legs wrap around his tiny waist. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”

Like a good girl, you don’t need to be told twice. Namjoon finds out from the way you look at your boyfriend between barely open eyes that you’re a total cockslut; you wrap your arms around Jeongguk loosely as you sit back down on his cock, like it’s your throne and you own it. It takes a moment for you to readjust to his size, sucking in a breath and rising up and down on it, doing all the work as Jeongguk watches with his tongue between his teeth, his arms up with palms flat on your back.

“Hmm, show everybody how good my cock makes you feel,” he instructs, moving his mouth to your nipple and giving it a light suck. It’s as if he’s taking a toothless bite out of a whip of ice cream, getting a taste before going in for the whole thing. He looks up at you between his thick eyelashes, “go on. Show them who’s making you feel good.” With one hand, Jeongguk kindly wipes away the tears from your face. “Don’t even think about cumming. You haven’t earned it.”

Namjoon can feel his body deepening with a hot flush as he watches- perhaps not entirely with want but with need, a need to be loved and fucked and held the way you are. He never realised how much he needed koopid in his life until he stumbled across it, and his heart panics with an unfamiliar lust when you rock your head back and look shyly at the camera.

Namjoon can see now that your face is hot, sweaty slightly and tear-stained, your lips swollen from whatever foreplay Jeongguk failed to include in the video. He doesn’t care- he’s torn between looking at your eyes and your tits, bouncing around Jeongguk’s lips, or your ass, moving with each deep sit you take on Jeongguk’s dick, his length buried in your warm cunt. He wants to see more; he wants to see your pussy stuffed with dick, he wants to see the cum pour out of you slowly like cake mixture. With his hand moving quickly up and down his own length, Namjoon can feel the nerves twisting inside of him, like the rise in volume slowly creeping, his orgasm nearing. You lift yourself up and down on Jeongguk’s dick like you were made for it, like you were the only person worthy of sitting on it.

“Dirty little slut, being selfish with my cock,” Jeongguk words around your nipple. “Huh? Look at you, taking in all my cock like a big brave girl. Bet everyone wants to see your pretty pussy.”

Yes, Namjoon says to himself. Please. Please.

“Do you want that?” he edges. “Want everyone to see how red and stretched your hole is for me?”

You don’t reply, stubbornly, fucking yourself onto Jeongguk’s dick like its your life’s purpose. Jeongguk doesn’t want to show people. He doesn’t want them to see everything on this one video- if they want to see your pussy stretched out and pretty for them, then they can check out your other videos. Namjoon’s a porn connoisseur; he know looks, and he knows that’s what Jeongguk wants as he glances you up and down and then at the camera. He smiles smugly, and the audience suddenly know it too. He’s not going to give you what you want. It’s his turn to be selfish. Namjoon moans out loud.

“Tell me baby,” Jeongguk asks, “what you want?”

“Please-please,” you gasp out, “please c-cum inside of me. Please. Please- oh, Guk, please, baby. I’m close. Please cum in me-fill me up?”

Jeongguk kisses your breast. “Do you deserve it, princess?”

“Y-yes, I do,” you reply. “I’ve been good for Daddy. I’m Daddy’s good little girl.”

“Mmm, you are,” he agrees. He kisses your breast sweetly once more, looking up to kiss you round on the lips. Around him, you groan, sending butterfly kisses across his lips and he smiles, half forgetting what he’s doing. From his smelly bedroom, Namjoon thinks it’s sweet. He wants to cum so badly.

“Okay, honey. I’ll cum inside of you this once,” Jeongguk complies. He pulls you flush against his chest, rearranging himself inside of you and then lifting his hips to match your rhythm. “Are you gonna be good for me?” You reply with moans.

Namjoon moves his hand so fast- he pumps his dick with a quicker speed, his mouth hanging agape as you moan sweetly above Jeongguk’s forehead, and then slowly look to the side at the camera, daring the audience, staring into the lens and by extension, right into Namjoon’s eyes. He wants to fall inside the screen, and rip you out of Jeongguk’s hands. He wants to be the one inside you. He also wants to be the one around Jeongguk, feeling his big dick stretch him out. Namjoon cries out- porn was so unfair.

“Bet you’d like that, you little slut,” Jeongguk grins, “wouldn’t you? Letting Daddy fill you up with his cum. Yeah? You want me to do that, put all my sperm inside you and make a baby?”

“Mmh, Jeongguk!”

“Look at you,” he continues, laughing slightly. “Look at how you take me. Your tiny little hole.” He scoffs with affection, “You’re a mess, baby. My little baby, taking my cock so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You cling to your boyfriend, your jaw slack as you groan and stare at the camera. Namjoon can feel his stomach twisting, his hands cupping at his balls for relief, imagining that one hand is you, and the other Jeongguk. He can feel his heart in his ears and his throat; Jeongguk buries himself deeper inside of you, gripping at your marble skin to drag you down and up onto his dick, the slapping skin no match for the moans pouring from your lips, and faintly, he can make out Jeongguk’s own moans, slightly high and breathy, indicating the end is near. Namjoon doesn’t know what to focus on.

Still watching the camera, you shake your head back and move one hand to Jeongguk’s throat, clenching it to hear him groan out with pleasure and pain beneath you, your face scrunching up as you slam yourself down onto his dick. It’s rough and wet with sounds that fill Namjoon’s ears, and Jeongguk’s hand comes down like a whip to smack your ass, a boob filling his face as you arch up with each smack, girlish moans escaping free. Namjoon can taste salt in his mouth, and blood from biting down on the inside of his cheek, and he almost screams out about how unfair life is because koopid is there and he is here, when you bow your head to Jeongguk and shiver.

“I wanna cum, Jeongguk,” you beg. “Please, baby.”

Jeongguk cocks his head with sudden kindness. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you cum. Cum for me, cum around my dick.”

Threefold sounds fill the remaining seconds; you cry out with relief and pleasure as you spill cum around Jeongguk’s dick, the white substance trickling down the running vein that pulses and Jeongguk stuffs his face in your neck, and Namjoon back home yells out with abused satisfaction, closing his eyes as his own relief spills out on his stomach and bedsheets, his fingers soaked with his own cum. He breathes in the fantasy of seeing his own cum pouring out of you, the way Jeongguk does once you’ve fucked yourself tired on top of him, and he lifts you up by your thighs to marvel as the sliding semen down your legs, clumped in your hole, dripping like a tap. Jeongguk’s dick vibrates between his legs and twitches at the sight. He doesn’t show the audience. They don’t deserve to see you. They don’t deserve to see what he’s done to you.

Jeongguk doesn’t even say goodbye; he lets the audience and his girlfriend catch their breath before he smiles down at you, adoringly, praises your hard work and shuffles himself towards the camera, where the sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

Namjoon needs more. His dick hurts and his head throbs, but he needs more- he physically needs to see more. His hands tremble as he clicks on koopid’s profile, observing the fifteen videos you have public. He doesn’t need to watch them all tonight, saving them for his lonely evenings, but he does click on “creampie in my girlfriends cute pussy”.

He knows it’s worth the overstimulation when he gets five minutes in and sees you squirt, unexpectedly, onto Jeongguk’s face and the bedsheets. Aside from the view and the surprised gasp that is ripped from your mouth, Namjoon hears Jeongguk’s throaty chuckle up close and personal, and he sees Jeongguk’s cocky smirk now that the boy has set the camera to the side, giving Namjoon a beautiful view of your cunt and the side of Jeongguk’s wet face.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Jeongguk manoeuvres himself back between your legs and thrusts, the sight of your cock-filled hole and the curve of Jeongguk’s toned ass filling his screen. Jeongguk cums noisily; he groans gruffly, sounding intimidating and the blood rushes to Namjoon’s cock and he cums unexpectedly, missing the grand finale of when Jeongguk pulls out after filling you up with his cum.

He grins to himself and moves the camera so everybody can see how pretty it looks; Namjoon stares, milking his own high, looking at how Jeongguk’s cum leaks out of you slowly. You’re filled with it, the dried mess staining your skin and your body rising with deep and heavy breaths. It’s pink and abused, your hole wide and clenching almost with each breath. Jeongguk’s hand comes into view, the other holding the camera shakily, and he pulls apart your lips to show the sight clearly. His fingertip curls around the substance and as you lift yourself up onto your elbows, Jeongguk switches for two fingers, lapping up the escaping cum and shoving it right in your mouth and on your tongue.

Namjoon cums again. It’s the third time he’s came this evening, and it’s the first time he’s ever added a channel to his favourites.

He’s not sure what it is about koopid that makes him feel so fucking good, but when Jeongguk heaves himself down next to you and flips the camera, showing the unfair gorgeousness of the pair of you fucked out next to each other, your hair slightly in Jeongguk’s mouth, Namjoon knows he wants more. He needs more. He doesn’t care if Sunmi calls him sad, but, Namjoon knows that there is nothing on Earth that can cure the want and need he has for koopid.

Jeongguk grins to the camera, looking at you against the sheets and Namjoon can see in his eyes the way he is so in love with you. You smile too, kissing his lips and curling up against his neck and the last thing Namjoon sees before his own dumb reflection again is Jeongguk smirking at the audience before leaving. Jeongguk knows what he has and how lucky he is. Namjoon isn’t sure how to feel when he realises that he’ll never have what you and Jeongguk have. He feels empty and pathetic with his cock out and a black screen looking at him.

He’s not sure who he’s jealous of. Jeongguk, for getting to stuff his fat cock into your hole and seeing you, hearing you, feeling you on a daily basis. Or you, for getting fucked relentlessly and lovingly by the best looking man he thinks he has ever seen. Maybe it’s both.

(It’s definitely both.)

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 4 years ago

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Part 2

XxX

John Winchester, you discovered, was not a man of words but a man of action. His hotel room was neat as a pin, and there was a notebook and carefully organized stack of newspaper clippings and print outs from the local library placed on the desk.

He gestured for you to sit at the chair before pulling two bottles of beer from the mini fridge. He popped the tops and handed you one.

“Tell me about the Forrester place?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I’m not a hunter, but all the kids in town swear it’s haunted. Couple years back, a group of kids decided to go spend the night there as park of their Senior prank weekend and only one kid came out alive. She’s been locked up in a psych prison since. Cops figured she got scared and killed everyone,” you explained, taking a pull from your beer.

“But?”

“People don’t get homicidal because they’ve been frightened. This was an honour roll kid. Scholarships waiting at State and a couple Ivy League schools. She wasn’t about the fuck that up by going nuts and killing her friends. She said they saw the old Forrester witch and the witch killed them. And she was torn up something bad.” You’d never been convinced the girl had done it.

“What else have you seen? Have you gone up there?” He pressed.

“Hell no. That place screams horror movie, and I’m not an idiot,” you laughed.

“But you’ve seen shit, you said so yourself,” he prompted.

“Sure,” you nodded. “But not the Forrester place. When I was in college we had girls going missing from the sorority house. Once a year, apparently, since forever. Then in my junior year, it was every month. Hunters showed up and killed a werewolf. The monthly killings stopped. The werewolf was young though, only late twenties, and she couldn’t have been who had been killing folks forever. I did some research and discovered she’d been attacked the previous year, first survivor of the sorority row attacks. She’d been turned.”

“And then?”

“I found the were who made her and I killed him,” you said, simply.

“So you are a hunter,” he pointed out.

“No, I’m a survivor.”

“You’ve never been curious about what else is out there?” He asked.

“I think I know enough to have figured out if it exists in fairy tales, it exists in real life,” you shrugged again.

John leaned forward on the bed, arms on his knees, and looked up at you through long lashes. Goddamn if he wasn’t the sexiest hunter that had entered your bar, you thought. He seemed almost casually aware of his appeal, if his frequent flashes of dimples was any indication. And the look he was giving you right now? Well, it was more interested in you than your story.

“Not many female hunters out there,” he murmured.

“Women are more sensible than men,” you laughed. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Says the woman sitting in the hotel room of a stranger with the exit blocked,” he commented.

“I didn’t figure I was here just to talk shop with you,” you shrugged again, putting your empty beer bottle on the desk behind you, and standing. “But I can go, if that’s all your interest was.”

He stood up and stepped closer to you. “Sensible man would let you go,” he murmured, running his hand down your cheek. “Sensible woman would be at the door already.”

“One of us is pretty lucky that the other isn’t sensible then,” you tipped your head to look at him and he hesitated, not moving until you gave a nearly imperceptible nod. And then his mouth met yours.

XxX

@bolontiku

#shit! coffee break is over!

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svenjafangirlt · 6 years ago

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Coffee Stains

Michael Clifford

Word Count: 1,634

Requested: @misscutieforever

A/N: I have no Idea if this if what you wanted but I got kinda carried away with the Cafe thing, I hope you like Darling ♥

We all have to start at the bottom and climb our way up, that's why you were working in a local Café. You had big dreams but you also had to work hard for them. You didn’t mind your Job; the café was lovely and it wasn’t too big. After the first 2 months you knew the place and the regulars like the back of your Hand which made working there easier and more fun. Today you were alone with the newest worker, your boss was at a wedding and your colleague was sick. It was a rainy Saturday morning so it shouldn’t be too hard. With an Umbrella shielding you from the rain you made your way towards work an hour earlier than usual, this way you had enough time to prepare everything before opening for the day. Opening the glass door, you were welcomed with the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods, you hung up your yellow raincoat and put away your Umbrella. You turned on the Radio and plugged in the little USB Stick that was labelled 'rainy day', your Boss really liked your taste in music so she made you do some USB Sticks with music so now you had some for each weather, season and Holiday. You watered the Plants and cleaned a bit before putting the first trays of cookies, cupcakes and other baked goods in the oven. Your colleague also came a bit earlier so you two had some time to talk before opening. You put on your apron with the little Nametag that read 'Eve' in a beautiful cursive handwriting and checked your appearance one last time before changing the sign at the door from 'Closed' to 'Open'. As expected the regular customers came in at the same time they always do but because of the rain outside that was getting heavier every hour there were a lot of new faces wanting to warm themselves up while waiting for the rain to go away. After a few hours you had to turn on the lights, because it was getting darker outside, while your colleague lit up the candles that were placed around the café. You were currently making a Chamomile Tea for a customer when your favourite song started playing, you started humming along to the tune of 'Beside You' by 5 Seconds of Summer. Swaying your hips slightly more than usual you mad your way over to a table to bring the customer his tea. On the way back to the counter you noticed a little girl around the age of 6, bored out of her mind while her parents were enjoying their coffee and talking about life, completely ignoring the sighs of their daughter. You quickly walked over to the girl and asked her if she wanted to Dance with you. She nodded and grabbed your outstretched Hand, the two of you were dancing around the café, swirling around like no one was there you made the little girl laugh. After dancing for two more songs, the People applauding you and the girl, you had to return back to the counter because of new customers. Still smiling brightly and with a slight hint of pink on your cheeks you walked back greeting the new faces and getting their orders ready. You were cleaning some spilled coffee when a lovely lady and her husband walked up to you "Hello and welcome to 'Coffee Stains'. My name is Eve, what can I get for you?" You asked them with a smile. The Lady looked really familiar but it probably just was because she visited this place before. "I would like one Green Tea, a coffee with milk and a bit sugar and- Mikey what do you want?" She said turning around to a third person who was already sitting at a table. "A black coffee please." "And a black coffee and some of these cookies" She ordered pointing to the peanut butter cookies displayed on a white tray. "Okay, you can sit down and I will bring you everything. Oh, and if you have any other wishes just call me over." You made the Tea and two Coffees and put some freshly baked cookies on a plate. Walking over to a table in the corner of the room you greeted another regular coming in, making the little bell over the door ring. You stopped in front of the table and put the cookies down first. "A plate of peanut butter cookies, a green Tea for you," you placed the cup in front of the lady and the Coffee cup in front of her husband. "a Coffee with milk and a bit sugar for you and last but not least a black coffee for you." You said reaching over to place the cup in front of the younger man, while getting back in your standing position you made eye contact with the youngest of the three and only now noticed why his voice and the lady were familiar. Sitting of front of you were Michael Gordon Clifford and his Parents. You froze for a few seconds before shaking your head slightly, yes you were a fan of 5SOS but you weren't a diehard fan and you were at work so you had to be professional. "I hope you enjoy your time here and if you need something I'm only one call away." You smiled at them and looked at Michael one last time before walking back and taking care of the other customers. Another hour has passed and everything went well. The current customers were taken care of so you had some time to sit down on a barstool behind the counter and drink a tea. You were talking to your colleague when Michael walked up to the counter. "Hey uhm I would like to have another Coffee please." He was kind of shy and seemed unsure of what to say which made you let out a quiet giggle. "Sure thing. Black again?" You asked him and he nodded. While his coffee was in the making you turned around to talk to him. "I usually don’t do stuff like this and I really really respect your privacy and I understand that you’re a normal human who just wants to spend some time with his family but I really like your music and it would be a huge honour for me if we could take a picture together. Please?" You started rambling. "Hey, Hey Eve calm down." He was smiling at you with a sudden confidence you didn’t expect. "I would like to take a picture with you, actually I came over here to ask for your number but I got shy and ordered another coffee." "Oh." Was all you managed to say. He was looking at you with a raised eyebrow as if to ask 'and?'. "Oh! Yeah I would like to give you my number, actually I would love to." You were grinning really wide. You took a paper from the little notepad laying on the counter and wrote down your number. You finished his coffee and gave him the cup and paper, he thanked you and walked back to his parents.

--4 Months later--

After talking for endless nights, meeting daily and getting to know each other you and Michael became a couple. He is the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine and you loved him with all of your heart. After 1 Months he introduced you to the rest of the Band and they welcomed you into their family with open arms. Since the guys were writing and recording their new Album at a studio near the café you worked at you made it tradition to walk over there once a day to bring them their favourite coffees and some baked goodies, today was no different. You opened the door to the studio and were greeted by no one, because the guys were all hunched over a laptop laughing loudly. You put the coffees down and walked up to them, hugging Michaels from behind and hiding your Face in his back, closing your eyes. Work was hard the last two day and you just wanted to cuddle Michael but he had to finish an Album. "What's so funny? Another Funny Cats Compilation Ash found Online?" You asked yawning quietly. "Better." "Hey that was one time okay." "Way better." "It's your old Twitter Account 'Eve wants another Slice'." They all said at the same Time. Your eyes opened wide in shock "NO!" You lunged forwards trying to close the Laptop. "No-Oh." Luke said standing up and holding the Laptop out of your reach. "I knew you found me sexy but I didn’t think you would find me that sexy." Michael said referring to a tweet that said 'Michael Clifford is the sexiest man alive, not Blake Shelton. Fight me. #SexiestMan2017' "Oh come on guys that was last year okay, stop bullying me or I'm calling your Moms." You looked at them seriously. Everyone started laughing except for Michael "I wouldn’t laugh, she really does it. Last week she called my mom because I ate her cake dough before she could bake the cake and my Mom and her were both lecturing me about it for an whole hour." "But you know I love you." You said before kissing his cheek. "And I love you." He responded and pulled you closer so he could give you a real kiss. Ashton started making gagging noise"Ew Stop." While Luke was shouting "That's gross, you're gross, ew love." Calum on the other Hand was not so sneakily taking a picture with his Flash on while shouting something about you guys being his OTP, but you couldn’t care less because you had Michael and that was all that counted.

Also I made this moodboard kind of thing to inspire me

#5sos #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #imagines #imagine #request #requested #5sos requests #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos

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hati-skoll · 7 years ago

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NOCT ME UP

[AO3] [Kinkmeme Prompt]

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Greetings fellow Nocturnes!

We interrupt the month-long memorial for His Royal Highness Noctis Lucis Caelum with exciting news. Our beloved prince is alive! That's right, folks, the sexiest bachelor of Insomnia can be felled by no giant, laser-blasting daemon.

There have been numerous sightings of our lovely angel in black corduroys all over Leide, Duscae and Cleigne over the past couple of weeks, accompanied by a presently unidentified trio – likely candidates include Ignis Scientia from the noble House of Scientia, Prince Noctis' loyal Chamberlain; Gladiolus Amicitia from the warrior House of Amicitia, steadfast shield to our future king; Cor Leonis the Immortal; and Prompto Argentum, Prince Noctis' high school classmate. Anyone who is able to provide further information pertaining to His Highness' companions will be generously compensated. Please direct all relevant emails to [email protected].

In light of the heartening news, this week's issue of Noct Me Up will feature a collection of personal accounts detailing Prince Noctis' post-invasion affairs.

Prince Noctis is flawless.

This is a fact we're all very familiar with, but it appears those outside the walls of Insomnia have yet to be blessed by the blinding glory of our esteemed prince. Nevertheless, a chance encounter with his illustrious personage has sent the patrons at Hammerhead reeling.

"So, uh, everyone out here knows, if you wanna get your car fixed, you go to Cid. Best mechanic in these parts, y'know? I mean, of course you do," says starry-eyed customer, Moretum Caesar, "So anyway, I've bust my engine just that morning when I was out on an errand for ma, I don't know what I did to it, I mean if I did, I wouldn't be at Cid's. Had the car towed to the garage and Cid tells me I gotta get in line. Turns out a couple of unlucky schmucks got their car in a pretty bad shape.

"Happens all the time out here. The roads are pretty mean; they'll wear out your tires the way a pack of sabertusks'll run down a weary hunter- Sorry, got a little gruesome there.

"Anyway, the roads here ain't nothing like the shiny black asphalt they've got back in the Crown City. So I'm feeling pretty bad for these guys, might've lent a hand, I don't know, offered them some of ma's fresh leiden pepper- We've got the freshest produce in Duscae, and they're only going for twenty gil a piece!

"Uh, right, but then, when I was walking outta the garage, I saw her. No, not Cindy. The car. It was massive. Built like it could take on a behemoth. I was staring at her thinking, [REDACTED]. That's a damned fine ride. Didn't look anything like any of the cars in these parts. Insomnia-make, could tell from a mile away. And maybe I was feeling… a little less charitable towards… city-folks, you know. Probably rich kids, who've had it good all their lives.

"And that's when I saw him. Well, them. But him. Yeah, I think they were trying to go, what's the term, 'in cognito'? Yeah? Sure ain't cognito from where I was standing. They were wearing the crown's colours, all black. And the prince. Man, I ain't one of those poetic types. But I'd sure as hell try for him. See, he was running towards the garage from across the road – not looking both sides, because all the cars in the world would stop for His Royal Highness.

"I'm not being snarky. With a face like that, and an ass- this isn't going to get me in trouble with the Crownsguard, is it? No? You're sure? Well, an ass like that, all perky and tight, could stare at it for years. Not that I'd ever think of touching. Ever. I mean, he's the prince. So there's no need for any of the Crownsguard to be knocking on my door in the middle of the night.

"Yeah, anyway, he jogged over, hair flipping like in one of those fancy hair commercials. The light all golden and rosy around him, and his skin looked… astral-kissed, all shiny and soft.

"Then he stopped right in front of me, kind of looked at me through his bangs. And he said, hey. He said hey. Hey. Can you imagine? The prince! I think I was standing there for fifteen minutes or something even after they left. And that's when I was hit with the epiphany, you know."

Yes, we do, Prince Noctis is flawless.

I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil.

After assuring Tom Laesus, part-time hunter and self-proclaimed lamialogist, that no, we're not from the empire, and no, we wish no harm on the honourable Crown Prince of Lucis, the NMU team is treated to a most delightful tale of His Highness' never-ending compassion, and surprising insight into the royal beauty regiment.

"Prince Noctis saved my life! He just swooped in and, kapow, wham, bam! Magic sword! And then whoosh, right across the field. And then he did this thingy, and it was like ziiing, glowy weapons all around him. And then he pfkuk, shzoosh, krrek the [REDACTED] out of those [REDACTED] voretooths, and I swear a giant mother-[REDACTED] astral appeared and it was huge and then it was like BOOOOOM!

"And I was- Huh? You want me to back up a little?

"Okay. Yup. [I took up a hunt at] Wiz Chocobo Post. We've been running low on gil lately, and Jen – that's my little sister – needs to see her paediatrician. She's got a lung condition. And it was supposed to be an easy job.

"I'm not suicidal! One gigantoad isn't so bad. I'm a pretty decent shot, so I can kinda snipe it from afar? Anyway. I bagged the job, and I was heading back to Wiz to collect my gil. But this [REDACTED] pack of voretooths showed up all of a sudden, and they were right on my [tail]!

"I knew I had to get to higher ground or I'd be [in serious trouble]. But it was raining, and I just spent half an hour sniping a gigantoad and I was tired, which means careless; and yup, one of them messed up my ankle pretty bad, before I found a decent ledge to take cover on.

"I thought I was going to be daemon fodder for sure! The sun was setting. I was out in the wild, my leg hurt, the voretooths were still out there. We're talking major, major [REDACTED]-fest. Chances of survival looked close to nil.

"So whatever, I started yelling for help. Pretty sure no one would hear me. But… I wasn't just going to lie back and think of Lucis while daemons made mincemeat out of me!

"And Prince Noctis appeared. Prince Noctis! Can you believe it? I thought I was hallucinating. Or dead! Or dead and hallucinating! But there he was! Just schmosh! Cutting the voretooths down like they're… like they're flies!

"He had the guy with glasses hand me a potion after they took care of the [REDACTED] beasts. Prince Noctis was totally chill about it, although I think he was kinda upset that they messed up his hair? I mean, it still looked pretty [REDACTED] awesome to me!

"Uh, I might've told him I'd pay for the damages. Brain to mouth filter went down after all that splooosh. His big, brawny bodyguard dude told me not to bother – kinda implied I wouldn't be able to afford it. Which is, well, duh. I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil or something.

"Although the insurance company's probably under Niflheim control now, if it still exists-

"Guy with glasses was promising the prince to cook up some fancy tomato hair paste? While they were walking away? Prince Noctis didn't seem too psyched about it."

I hear he does car commercials. In Altissia.

The hunters around Cape Caem were a lot more tight-lipped about Prince Noctis' whereabouts, but we are nothing if not tenacious when it comes to news regarding His Royal Highness. After several days of scouting the area, the NMU team chanced upon a friendly restaurateur who's been dealing carrots with a "quite charming" group of four. We've been led to believe that the Prince's retinue is growing a farm right on Cape Caem. But it appears Prince Noctis has bigger plans than agriculture in store.

"Ah, yes. They've rather capable green thumbs, those boys," Tony Cauponi says fondly, "Even though one of them seems to detest carrots quite profusely. Such a shame, caem carrots make for a most delectable palate, quite the rage over at Cupona.

"Hm? A description of the boy? Black hair, blue eyes, I believe- About my height? Yes, I'd say about there. And a penchant for black, which his friends share.

"Handsome lads, all of them. I hear they're in the fashion industry, just enjoying a bit of nature in their free time. The blond one said something about being seaside supermodels. He was taking a lot of pictures, probably for their portfolio. That's quite important for models.

"Anything else I heard? You're fans of the lads, aren't you? Well, let's see…

"The muscled one – he's a sports model, isn't he, considering his physique – was telling his more genteel, high-fashion friend – the one with coiffed chestnut hair and glasses? – that Blue Eyes had been 'taking forever and refused to put the rod back in'.

"I think Blue Eyes replied with, 'All you did was tell me to 'put my back in it'. It was frickin' huge and my arms were tired, alright?'

"Ah. I'm not sure I want to speculate on what they were talking about. Could be plenty of things. Like sex, or… gravure modelling? Or… sex?

"The bespectacled gentleman praised Blue Eyes for his persistence and assured him that he's 'getting much better' and that he does in fact have, ahem, 'a good sense of when to relax and when to use his muscles, although he has been rather tensed lately, so maybe they ought to take some time that night to massage him properly and get him adequately loosened up?'.

"I didn't catch Blue Eyes' response, but he must've been on board with that plan, because there weren't any protests coming from his quarter.

"The smaller blond one was chattering about the quality of Altissia's beds, so maybe that's where they're heading for their next shoot? He said something getting a car on a boat, and how that'll make 'a wicked picture'.

"Huh, I'm guessing, sea-themed car commercials? In Altissia. Sounds like an interesting concept."

Well. If Prince Noctis' looking for a career change, then I'm sure his future works will be highly anticipated!

One time, he met First Secretary Camelia at a bar. And she told him he was pretty.

If that isn't enough to excite you, we're sure the next account will have you on the edge of your seats. One of our subscribers sent us an email a couple of days ago with a few attached pictures. With her permission, we're publishing the contents of the email below: (We're sure you'll find this as interesting as we did!)

Hey girls, you'll never guess who I saw down at Maagho bar.

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Tell me that isn't His Royal Sexiness Prince Naughty Noctis. I dare you. Tell me it isn't him. He's even more gorgeous in person dfdahbjvfa Like you can't see in the photos, but I swear those eye lashes are just wasted on a guy. Are we sure he doesn't use mascara? Like are we actually sure?

Anyway, he and his boy toys showed up out of the blue, looking all sensually dishevelled mmm… I wonder what they've been doing to get their hair and clothes all mussed like that. [Friendly reminder that Noct Me Up frowns upon hate mails directed at any of His Highness' love interests.] Came sashaying in like they totally do not have the empire riding their asses.

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Also, you see that second photo, where he's standing with his hip cocked and his shirt riding up? Our boy has abs! And he was totally flaunting it for his boyfriends, I kid you not. Bending over every flat surface like he's asking for a pounding. The blond one, Prompto iirc, Prince Noctis' classmate(?), he was taking photos like his life depended on it.

Ok I tried to secretly video them, and let me tell you, it was hard. It's like those boys have ESPN or something. They turn every time I have my phone camera up. But whatever, at least I got Something.

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The footage is shaky and grainy, tilted at about 60 degrees off-centre, but it focuses on Noctis' figure as he leans over a barrel – back arched and ankles crossed. Prompto laughs, bumping into Noctis' side as he enthuses about something. It's inaudible due to white noise and background static, but he's pointing at his camera. They move closer, so their bodies are pressed flush against one another, almost huddling. Ignis draws Noctis' attention after a few seconds, and Noctis turns to him. After a short exchange, Ignis leans forward. It's unclear from the angle, but one might assume the prince's advisor is taking liberties. Gladiolus soon enters the frame, casually mussing Noctis' hair with a smug grin. Noctis tries to duck. He fails, and his pout is visible despite the bad video quality. There's a bit of rough-housing, before Gladiolus abruptly freezes. He turns to stare directly into the camera, at which point, the camera spins and the feed cuts to black.

And it's like so obvious they've a Thing. I mean, c'mon. Did you not see that kiss? That was so obviously a kiss. They make such a cute couple. Or foursome. #LOVEWINS Look, all I'm saying is, if Prince Butter-My-Muffins wants his muffins buttered, then who are we to judge? Plus that's some very Fine men he's toting about, I wouldn't blame him for wanting in on that meat sandwich.

Now for the juicy deets, First Secretary Camelia popped by all casual-like to have a word with His Royal Pinchable-Cheeks. Totally not suspicious at all, no siree. Walked straight right up to Weskham and asked for his "pretty boy guests" because everyone's clearly been waiting for Prince Noctis to show up after that announcement about the Oracle.

They were talking real soft and secretive, but I swear the First Secretary invited Prince Noctis back to her apartment 'to discuss terms'. I'm betting they're here for amnesty, the prince and his boyfriends. It only makes sense, since Accordo's the only place with any sort of independence from the Empire. Am I right or amirite?

Since the treaty's screwed six ways to Sunday, he can even tie the knot with one of his boy toys. That's what couples come to Altissia for – no, not the view. Cheap marriage licenses!

You think they'll have a fake King Regis officiating, or is that too tasteless?

One time he stabbed me with his sword. It was awesome.

Our last entry comes from a mysterious man in a fedora who has identified himself as Nydra Ainuzi. He approached one of our Accordo-based NMU associates shortly after we received the email informing us about Prince Noctis' impending elopement. Nydra considers himself, "a well-informed expert on Lucian royalty, their retainers and all other matters concerning the Crown and Crystal," and he has been "paying special attention to the so prodigious last son of Lucis Caelum."

"Where do I begin, where do I begin? Oh, there is just so much to tell about the beautifully tragic Prince Noctis.

"Shall we begin with his battle habits? I think we shall. Behold, the brave and heroic Prince Noctis. He's nimble and quick and oh so skilled with his weapons, and [sharp intake of breath] dear me, is His Royal Highness carrying a moogle plushie into battle?

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"Heavens, who would have guessed that the prince was so attached to stuffed animals? To think he'd be childish enough to lug one around while fighting, such disappointing disregard for proper battle etiquette- I do need that photo back. It was stolen, as in borrowed from someone.

"Yes, a blond-budding-photographer someone.

"Well. I guess he wouldn't miss it.

"Hm, I see you're quite charmed by the prince's utterly unprofessional attachment to toys. But have you seen this appallingly indecent cosplay he did for that crass video game festival?

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"Oh, you're swooning. Yes, it's awfully risqué of the prince. What a blatant lack of respect for decorum, showing so much skin- No, you cannot have that photo. It's borrowed.

"Oh fine.

"You seem quite pleased to have seen Noctis' n- nipple. I can't say I understand the appeal.

"I beg your pardon?

"You wish to know of the prince's steamy dalliances with his secret paramours? Oho, I can definitely help you with that. Let's see here.

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"Feast your eyes.

"Indeed, how terribly promiscuous- Such unruly behaviour from a scion of the distinguished line of Lucis, no less. I'm sure you're all quite horri… fically excited.

"Because it is obviously a cause for celebration – to have a sexually active prince, enamoured with his very male attendants. No cause for concern at all. None at all. The lack of heirs would be sending no one into a state of panic.

"Do you even-

"Why, I'm sure you would even be pleased to know that the prince once stabbed me with his sword. Quite brutally. Are you excited about that, hm? Do his violent tendencies not faze you? Do they not cloud your sunnily enthusiastic support of whatever that brat-

"I don't think I expected so shrill a reaction, but it's rather flattering to know that you feel so strongly about my well-being- What?

"Was it what? Awesome? Are we on the same page?

"Was it awesome to be stabbed by Prince Noctis' sword? I- Do I look particularly prone to masochistic tendencies? Well, I suppose being tormented and ravaged by daemons for two thousand years does that to-

"You know what, yes. Yes, it was awesome. I absolutely enjoyed being impaled on the pointy end of his magic metal phallic symbol. You can put that down in your little publication. Good day.

"And keep that photo."

And there you have it, the life and times of our ever beloved, ever righteous Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. Watch out for next week's issue of Noct Me Up to find out more about His Royal Highness' devoted bedmates and their amazing sexcapades.

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