#so much gold is sitting wasted in my inbox!

[i-like-forcefem]

Positive reinforcement forcefem. You get one marshmallow if you put on pants, and two if you put on a skirt

The pants in question are of course incredibly girly with embroidered flowers on them and a brighter shade of blue then you’ve ever seen before

In my opinion it’s even girlier then the skirt

Cuties still tend to pick it over the skirt though

And this mindset leaves them in a Gothic Lolita dress by the end of the week just because it’s not as bad as the Cutsey Lolita dress

though at this point we both know she’d love to wear it, so tomorrow I’ll let her pick what matching shoes she wants wear under the dress, extremely cute shoes for 2 marshmallows, or plain white Mary Jane’s for 1?

She’ll be so busy deciding that she won’t even notice that she’s already wearing the dress she said she hated yesterday

[mytheoristavenue]

Hi hi!!! I'm here to pop into your inbox to remind you about the office part 2 thingy :3 (i absolutely adore your writing by the way, nobody else writes for those 3 as well as u do <3)

Thanks for reminding me!

MHA Fumikage Tokoyami 🍋 - Step Into My Office

Summary: As requested, you meet Tokoyami in his office, hoping he wasn't about to fire you.

Warnings: Office sex, mean!Tokoyami, rough sex, slight manipulation, use of his alias, unprotected sex, AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

You waited on the other side of the door, heart hammering in your chest. You'd stood there for nearly ten minutes at this point, trying to gather your courage, staring down a gold nameplate that read 'Tsukuyomi'. With a final, very deep breath, you raised your fist to knock, only to be startled out of the idea by your boss bellowing from the inside. "I haven't got all day."

You quickly scurried in, shutting the door behind you, nervously grooming yourself as you collected your bearings. "M-My apologies, sir." You squeaked, drawing closer. "Y-You wanted to see me?"

"You may not be aware of this, but I am an incredibly busy man." The crow scolded, hands folded neatly under his beak, elbows propped on the desk. "If I offer you my time, I'd advise against wasting it."

"O-Of course, sir," You bowed your head shamefully. "I-It won't happen again."

"I hope not," He nodded to the visitor's chair in front of his desk. sternly. "Sit." You do as he asked, swallowing dryly.

"Have I done something wrong, sir?" You asked, voice trembling as you peered up at him.

"Aside from interrupting me time and time again? No," He answered, beady vermillion eyes narrowing on you as if you were a field mouse. "As a matter of fact, the other heroes in this agency and I have been talking and..." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his beak. "As much as it pains me to admit, we agree you deserve a reward for your hard work."

You can't contain the smile that cracks across your face, eyes sparkling with awe at his attempt at praise. "R-Really, what is it?"

For the first time, he smiled- no, smirked at you. His expression was predatory and devious, but you tried to push down how uneasy it made you. You were finally being recognized for your dedication to the agency and you couldn't be happier.

"My, aren't you eager?" He teased, tilting his head back, motioning for you to come over to him. "You may have the others convinced you're an angel sent from above to organize their lives for meager pay," He cooed, rolling his desk chair back and pulling you by the hips in front of him, slowly turning you to face the other way. "But I am not so easily swayed."

You couldn't even find the words to reply, not that he would have allowed you to speak over him anyway. Your face glowed red like a cattle branding iron and felt just as hot as he continued, one palm flat on the small of your back, giving you a gentle forward nudge. You pressed your hands to the desk, leaning over in as modestly as you could.

"That being said, if you were able to convince me that you have this agency's best interest at heart, I might be inclined to give the final vote in favor of your new contract." He hinted, eyes darkening as he surveyed the doughy surface of the backs of your thighs, trailing the seem that ran up the legs of your pantyhose. "Which of course, would include a handsome raise and a very nice benefit package. But the choice is inevitably yours. Your position here is not in jeopardy if you decline."

You finally nodded shyly, just once. "W-What would I need to do to convince you?"

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"Just like that, perfect," Tsukuyomi sighed, hand still pressed to the small of your back, easing you up and down. He felt so powerful, sitting in his big leather office chair, watching his secretary do all the work for him. Your knees trembled and the muscles in your thighs burned from the odd angle, but you did as you were told, sitting fully into his lap before dragging yourself into a near stand. You repeated this workout for what felt like millennia, but you couldn't deny that it was worth your while.

The crow marveled at the sight of you, back arched, straining to keep up with his command, pencil skirt pushed up your back. Your dark gray pantyhose now had an obscene hole, only big enough for him to fit through and your panties were unceremoniously pushed to the side, leaving little to catch the fallout. "Good girl, you certainly deserve a raise, don't you?" He cooed, head tilted back in ecstasy as you rode him from the comfort of his chain.

You nodded with a pitiful whine, only to feel a sharp smack to your rump which you were sure left a tight fishnet pattern on your skin thanks to your pantyhose. "Go on then, tell me you deserve that raise. You want it, don't you?" He ordered, his palm lingering on your backside, caressing it, as if to soothe the sting.

"I-I..." you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as drool dripped down your chin. "I-I deserve a raise..."

"Oh, you don't sound very sure of yourself," He feigns ignorance, sighing. "I don't think I can in good conscience sign off on a reward you don't feel you deserve."

"I-I do...deserve it." You argued weakly, knees buckling a bit from the strain they were under.

"Then convince me," He encouraged, smacking your behind again, but not near as hard as this time. "Say: 'I deserve a damned raise, Tsukoyomi, sir!'" He ordered, taking the initiative to pull you down onto him to penetrate you even deeper.

"I-I can't say that..." You refused meekly, dipping your head against the desk momentarily, only to be straightened again by his harsh actions.

"Need I remind you that this is all for your benefit?" He asked, his breath hitching a bit when he bottomed out entirely, not that you noticed. "It brings me no pleasure to have to spend even more money on your labor. Now, do you want that raise, or not?"

"I-I do-!" You whined, throwing your head back, only to have the hero catch a fistful of your hair.

"Then say it!" He demanded, shifting up to stand, pounding into you hatefully as his chair rolled away behind him. "Say it or the offer is off the table, I won't wait for you to decide what you want!"

You finally snapped, feeling your cervix begin to bruise, melting into the desk, coating his paperwork with drool and smudged makeup. "I-I deserve a damn raise, Tsukuyomi!" You shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I-I deserve so much more than what I make for putting up with you all! I deserve a six-figure salary just for putting up with you alone!"

Tsukuyomi's eyes darkened as he let out a low chuckle, incredibly aroused by your outburst. "That's right, tell me all about it, Feather," He huffed, finally convinced as he watched you work yourself silly on his cock. "You've got a hard job, don't you? Keeping up with three pro heroes all by yourself?" You nodded, moaning a confirmative hum. "And I'm just awful to you, aren't I?"

"T-Terrible..." Admit ina mousy tone, nearly braindead from how he was treating you.

"Let's start over, shall we? I w-want to turn over a new leaf, be a better boss." He chuckled, feeling his high crescendo begin to build. "Why don't we start with twenty-five percent pay raise, along with 401K, vision a-and- a-ahhh..." He trailed off, beginning to lose himself. "M-Medical insurance..."

You gritted your teeth as the knot in your tummy pulled tight and tighter. Suddenly you smirked weakly. "A-And dental?"

Your boss was taken aback to be sure, halting for a moment before gripping your hips tightly, bracing himself. "Let me cum inside?" He proposed with a devious smirk which only widened as you nodded, messed bun bouncing with the motion. "Deal."

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"I'll draw up the paperwork this afternoon," Tsukuyomi said sternly, clearing his throat and smoothing his costume out, watching you do the same with your office attire. "I will have to have another meeting with Tentacole and Tail-Man to discuss the negotiation."

You nodded with a serene smile, shifting awkwardly, thighs glued together. "Thank you, Tsukuyomi, sir," You began tidying up his desk as if nothing had ever happened, taking his coffee mug as you turned to leave. "I'll bring you a fresh cup of coffee."

"Thank you." He nodded, an air of professionalism surrounding him.

"Sir?" You asked before you got to the door, still squirming uncomfortably. "May I be granted an extended lunch? I'd like to go home to change." The way he smirked at your request made you incredibly uneasy.

"Permission denied."

[awkwards]

Kinktober Day 3. Deep Sea Desires : Oviposition | Bakugou

Day 3: Oviposition

Title: Deep Sea Desires

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Count: 3.6k

Summary: You save a guy on the beach. Little did you know that would open your eyes to a whole world you never knew existed.

Warnings: Noncon, kidnapping, manipulation, forced breeding, oviposition, drowning

Note: man, did I spend so long trying to make tumblr accept my gif for this one ^^; Well, here we are! Also, thanks for all of the support! My inboxes are open~

There was something so beautiful about the ocean.

For as long as you could remember, your family had always called you a child of the sea. If they couldn’t find you, it was likely you were down in the sea foam. From a young age you were more comfortable in the rolling waves than on land. Whether it was being one with the waves, traversing the sandy beaches, or bathing in the sunset, it didn’t matter.

Years have gone by and your fascination has never wavered. Even after your family passed on, this was still your home.

Even now, you found yourself returning to the sandy beaches. In your stress, it never failed to calm you down.

Making your way to the secret alcove always allowed you a peace of mind. No one knew where your little cave resided. From there, you had direct access to the ocean, and the solitude away from wandering eyes of the beaches behind your home.

Today was no different. One hard breakup led to you rushing back to the comfort of your ocean.

What you didn’t expect was the body residing inside your cave.

When you finally slipped into the hidden alcove, a startled gasp left you.

A rather large man with blonde hair looked as if he had washed up on the beach, unconscious. When the water pulled away from his body, you could see a large gash in his shoulder, as if he had been speared. Blood soaked the sand beneath him.

“Oh my god!”

You rush over, hauling your bag off your shoulders. You always kept a med kit and snacks with you just in case of something like this.

Kneeling next to the man, you immediately place your hand in front of his mouth to feel for breathing. A sigh of relief floods you. At least he was still alive.

You pull your jacket off of your shoulders and quickly drop it over his nude waste, respectfully not looking at his rather large package.

Inspecting the wound, you grimace. The skin was ripped in a way that only a spear could have done so. Cleaning the wound as best as you can, you begin prepping the line to stitch him up. Not without poking yourself first. Sucking off the blood from your finger, you start. Making quick work to not disturb the man, you work diligently to stitch up the gash. His skin is so cold...

By the time you finish, the afternoon sun has sunk to a beautiful sunset. You let out a sigh, sitting back to examine your thorough work when you notice his eyes are on you. You flinch.

Vermillion eyes appear to be examining your face. They suck your breath away.

How long had he been watching you? Why didn’t he say anything? He hadn’t even flinched.

“I just finished patching you up… how did you get here? What happened to you?”

A grunt from low in his chest has your skin crawling. He uses his arm that’s okay to push himself up into a sitting position, his face directly in front of yours now. His eyes narrow.

You can feel your heart rate pick up. He’s so close, you can feel the warmth of his breath as it washes over your face.

“I’m… y/n.” You say softly. “What’s your name?”

The scowl on his face loosens just barely, as if he recognized the name. His eyes roam around the cave.

“Whoa, sir? You don’t want to move too much! You might rip the stitches.” You touch his arm hesitantly.

In an instant he turns, his arm gripping the wrist of your hand that touched him. His eyes seem to glow as he glares hard at you.

“Oh.”

It takes a second too long to realize he’s hurting you. Fear crawls up your spine as you try to pull your wrist out of his hold. His hand is huge, you realize, and he’s strong too. He doesn’t even budge as you try to yank yourself away.

A small tch sound comes from him as he lets you go. Before you can blink, he’s standing up and walking towards the mouth of the cave. You avert your eyes as your jacket drops to the sand beneath his feet. What a great ass…

Then, he just vanishes into the water.

You scrub your eyes. You’re sure you watched him walk out of the cave. Then a large wave crashed over the sand and he was just… gone.

What the fuck?

~.~.~.~

Despite the scare in the cave, you find yourself returning daily. Maybe it was in hopes of seeing the blond stranger again, maybe it was to try and tell yourself that really happened.

Besides, everytime you return to the cave, a new and pretty shell and stones appear. It’s almost as if the sea was offering you gifts. Who were you to refuse such pretty things? Today was no different. There was a perfectly round and smooth piece of gold about the size of a quarter.

Still, part of you misses the stranger. You couldn’t say why, but it was as if you’ve met him before?

Shaking that thought from your mind, you lay down in the sand, eyes watching the light from the ocean reflect off the roof of the cave. You hold onto the piece of gold in your left hand, the same one with a bruise from the stranger. It was cool to the touch.

Your eyes begin to drift closed with the water caressing your legs.

When you rouse from your sleep, it’s easy to notice a few things before you open your eyes. Even with a foggy mind you can tell something’s off.

Firstly, your body is chilled to the bone. The sun has made its descent, leaving you to the chill of the ocean’s water at night.

Second, your legs feel like they’re being pinned in place by something heavy and slick, all the way up to your hips.

Lastly, warm air seems to be rushing over your face.

Forcing your eyes to open, it takes them a moment to adjust to the darkness. In the darkness you can see glowing vermillion eyes.

Gasping, you try to yank yourself away from the blond who is laying on top of you. He’s braced on his arms next to your head, looking down at you.

“Finally.” He growls softly. His voice is too gravely to sound human. It’s jarring, enchanting.

You can’t move, and your eyes look down to see why. Your breath hitches when you see what has your legs pinned in place. You freeze, and stop moving completely.

Where his waist should be is a tail. A tail. A giant, dark vermillion tail.

Wonderment fills you. “A mer.”

Something akin to a cocky smirk covers his face. His razor sharp shark-like teeth glimmer in the moonlight as he nods. For some reason your earlier panic subsides as you take a close look at his face.

Your eyes glance down to his shoulder, no longer having any stitches. That’s strange. The only remnants of the wound is a faint white scar. Your hand trails up and runs over the white line. “How?”

“Healed.” He grunts out. You drop your hand down by the side of your head, amazed. That’s when it hits you. All of the shells. “Wait. Have you been leaving all of the shells for me?”

One of his hands moves, laying over top yours which lays vacant near your head. His palm presses into yours, and you can feel the cold of the gold piece pressed between your hands.

“You accept?” His voice gravels.

“The coin? Um. Yes. It’s very pretty.”

Something changes in his face. His eyes dilate. His breathing changes. It’s almost like his whole body shudders in excitement.

The rational part of your brain is screaming at you. You should probably be afraid of this man with razor sharp teeth and extreme strength, who you probably shouldn’t accept anything from. The other part of you is so transfixed with him, though, as if this was the world you belonged to.

Chilled by the waves lapping at your legs, brushing up to your hips, it takes you a moment to realize his hand grips yours with the coin in it. Not only grips it, but begins to tug on it as he shuffles back into the water.

“Whoa, where are we going?” You stumble, being pulled into the frigid water.

Your limbs lock up as he pulls you towards the mouth of the cave where the water is to your chest when standing.

Instead of using words, he makes a sound akin to a seal bark before yanking you into the water under the moonlight.

Gasping, you force your head to stay above water, all while he begins to drag you farther from the land.

He comes to a stop, pulling you close enough to wrap his free hand around your waist, eyes analyzing your face. The cave is much too far for you to try and swim back to now, with your body seizing from the cold. Shivers wrack every inch of skin as you press into the mer.

“Where are you taking me?”

His grin comes back. Instead of answering, you feel him wrap your hands around his neck, his wrapping around your waist as he nudges your legs to wrap around him. “Take a deep breath.”

You barely have enough time to before he launches the two of you under water. The rapid change in pressure makes you press your head against the mer, eyes shut tightly, the salt water rushing around you. You’re rapidly losing your breath. Panic rears up in your chest, sharp and choking. Your chest is already aching from the lack of air, and you’re not able to thrash against the mer as you’re dragged farther down. You’re so disoriented that you’re honestly not even sure what direction you’re going anymore; the salt burns your eyes when you try to open them, and everything is so dark that you can’t see anyways.

For a moment everything goes dizzy. This is how you die, clutching a golden nugget as a mythical creature drags you to the depths of the ocean.

~.~.~.~

Consciousness returns to you slowly and painfully.

The first thing you register is the soreness in your chest and ribs. Every deep breath is an effort, and it feels as if your lungs are actually catching fire. You inhale sharply, which only leads to you sputtering in pain. When you finally crack your eyes open, you think you’ve gone blind, the darkness refusing to fade even with your eyes no longer closed.

When you push yourself up into a seated position, it’s easy to feel that you’ve been sprawled on the wet, rocky floor of a cave. You move your head slowly to try and take in your surroundings. That’s when the darkness gives way to a glimmering blue light all around you. Bioluminescent algae offers a slight glow, and your breath gets caught at the absolute beauty of it all.

You’re sprawled on a ledge of the cave, the other half of it submerged in the most beautiful clear water you’ve ever seen. Beneath the clear water is a depth of pure darkness; it makes you shudder as fear clouds your brain again.

Regardless, you’re still alive, and the relief at still being alive fights the growing sense of unease in your mind. You can’t see an entrance to the cave, which means you have to be in an oxygen pocket somewhere far under the surface of the ocean.

A splash to the left of you practically makes you leap. You whip your head to the side to see where that noise comes from, and part of you relaxes when you see those glowing vermillion eyes. They seem even brighter from down here. You can only barely make out the top of his blond hair, his nose and everything else submerged in the endless water.

“Y/N”.

You jump at your name, the voice echoing in the cave. It’s like the water carried his voice. Instead of gravel, it was smooth and silky, making you shiver at how pleasant it was. You go to run your hands over your arms and realize the gold piece is still wrapped firmly in your hands.

“You said my name…”

“Katsuki.”

“Katsuki?” As you say his name, the sound of water rippling catches your attention, and you watch him. His body smoothly cuts through the water until his body is perched against the front of the rock.

A pleasant rumble from him distracts you, making it feel like a nice, pleasant hum echoes in your mind.

His hand, with extra long talons that you did not notice before, wraps around your ankle and pulls you closer to him.

“Where are we?” You mumble, your words suddenly feeling heavy in your mouth.

His eyes, which were still dilated greatly, turn from your legs to your gaze. “My home. Our home.”

You blink. “I’m sorry, what?”

A soft growl escapes him as he pulls his upper half out of the water far too gracefully for someone with a body like his. He lays his torso across you, his hands gripping at your waist as his nose rubs across your stomach. “You accepted my mating advances. The gifts, our blood mixing, accepting my personal token.”

Your jaw drops. You inhale so sharly that you nearly choke all over again. “I- excuse me? No. I don’t. I don’t want this- get off me!”

His chest rumbles as he nips at your hip, making you gasp and instinctively roll your hips.

“You can’t even let go of the coin,” he chuckles, his vermillion eyes latching onto yours. “It’s already starting to take effect.”

You’re not sure what he means by that, but when you feel his chest rumble again, a pleasant haze fills your mind. The heat in your blood hurts.

“Let me show you.” Katsuki leans in.

The kiss is clumsy at first, your head far too hazy and distracted. That is until you feel the stark difference between the two of you. Your body is beginning to heat up like an inferno has entered your bloodstream, and he’s cool and soft.

He pulls away from the kiss, leaving you blinking stupidly after him. He pushes your shoulders till your back is pressed into the mossy ground underneath you, and it’s so soft.

“So fucking warm,” he coos, nuzzling your throat, and running his tongue along your pulsepoint. His hands skim your sides, the claws dragging just enough to make you shudder against his chest.

His clawed hands drag up to your wet tshirt. “Stop, please.” An amused chuckle leaves his lips. Even to your own ears you sound pathetic.

His fingers tug irritably at your clothes. In his frustration, he decides to forcefully remove them, his nails easily cut through the fabric, and the wet material is yanked away from you. Followed quickly after is your shorts.

Katsuki wastes no time in exploring your soft skin, his thumbs rolling your nipples. You gasp, and can’t help but grind your hips up into him where he’s pressed in between your legs. Katsuki laughs a breathless, snarling laugh before grinding back into you, the base of his tail just under where his human half ends. He’s gripping you by the hips, grinding against you. You can’t help but twitch your hips back against his scales when he hums against your pulse point.

He slides further down your body, easily prying your legs apart. Almost all resistance is gone from you now as the fire consumes you within. “You smell good.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, burying his face between your thighs and inhaling your scent. Your hands cover your face, but don’t make any effort to pull away. His tongue is a cool salve to the heat burning you up.

When his tongue starts to prod at your clit, your whole body jerks in surprise. His tongue is cool, and it ebbs some of the heat pulsing in your veins. He pins your hips in place, his noises vibrating against your dripping pussy.

He hums loudly, licking at your slit. His tongue finds your clit, and he sucks it so eagerly, your back arches completely off the ground. You gasp, writhing in place. Your noises only encourage him, and he’s obscene with how vigorously he eats you out.

“I wonder if you’re this hot inside, too.” He murmurs.

“Oh god.” You whimper as your head swims with pleasure. You need more.

Katsuki drags himself back up to your face, chuckling before he presses his mouth to yours again.

That’s when you feel it. There’s a bump in his tail where it presses against your cunt, about where a man’s penis should be. It moves slowly, grinding into you. Then, all at once, the tip of his penis pushes out from a slit you hadn’t seen, rubbing along your folds and your stomach.

Your breath hitches when his tail grinds between your legs. Your knees fall open wider, your head swimming with heat and pleasure. He hums again as he gives languid licks along the ridges of your neck. “I’m going to mate you now.”

A moment of clarity hits you then, just briefly. “No, wait! I don’t want this. Stop -”

You gasp as the tip of Katsuki’s dick presses into you. Your eyes glance down as the slide of his dick stretches you open.

He moans long and low as he clutches your hips. Any semblance of moving slow vanishes instantly as he snaps his hips into you, bottoming out completely. You’re full.

Your vision goes white from pain and pleasure. Katsuki’s dick is big, the textured scales of his tail pressed flush against you. He pants into your neck, flexing his hips.

He pulls his hips back only to slide back in, smooth and fast. Your toes curl as your breath escapes you. His eyes are half-lidded, locked onto your face. He holds your hand that is still clutching his gold coin, and sets a brutally fast and hard pace. His rhythm is smooth, hitting so deep inside of you that it renders you completely speechless.

Breathless moans roll from you as the sound of slapping and grunts fill the cave.

“You’re so fucking warm,” he grunts out. “Gonna fill you with pups.”

His cock rubs that perfect spot inside of you, it has you hurtling near the edge. The coil is twisting so fast, you’re barely holding on.

Katsuki pushes so hard forwards, all you can do is whimper as his cockhead kisses your cervix. He snarls, his teeth latching onto your pulsepoint just shy of ripping your skin. The pain tips you over the edge. Your body convulses as pain and pleasure make your eyes roll, gasping as you rut into him.

His body goes taut as he pins you beneath him. You whimper as his cock presses past your cervix, burying deep inside your womb. That’s when you feel something else pushing into your entrance, slipping into your stretched pussy.

Eggs. You choke on a moan as they grind past your g-spot. Crying out due to the overstimulation only makes Katsuki hold you tighter, allowing the eggs to travel all the way until they plop into your womb. You cry out, cumming again at the sudden pleasure that shakes you to your core.

He lets out a deep grunt as he rocks his hips against you, two more eggs pushing past your barrier.

“Oh fuck, oh. Katsuki-” you babble mindlessly. The burn in your veins finally disappears, leaving you shaking in the aftermath of your orgams.

Katsuki gently rubs your stomach, making you cum again. He hums softly, satisfied, as his hips roll against you again with too much force. Blackness dots your vision as you feel the dizziness return to your head.

Finally, his cock twitches inside of you as cold cum fills you up, shooting directly into your womb with the eggs. He pulls out slowly, causing your whole body to shudder at the feeling.

Your hand presses against the bulge of your stomach that he’s rubbing gently, fondly.

“Pretty mate,” he coos, kissing your lips gently.

Exhaustion crashes over you instantly.

“Why did it hurt so much?” You croak softly.

His grin turns cheeky. “You can’t expect to raise a litter of sea pups on land, can you?”

Katsuki drags your limp body into the soothing cold water. You press yourself into his arms, seeking comfort. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the King of the Mer needs a Queen of the Mer.” He rolls his eyes, although his  amusement is clear as day as he holds you close. “Soon, you’ll be just like me. A mer who can walk on land.”

Is that why he didn’t have a tail when you first saw him?

“Stop thinking.” Katsuki rubs your stomach again, making your whole body shiver as his hum lulls you towards the darkness. “It’s time to sleep. The change is a long one.”

You hum, drifting off to sleep as he drags you under the surface of the water.

[singing-wanderer]

Hey! Could you write something for hornet (I love your writing btw I hope you stay safe♡)

AAAAAA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH (; ;) look at that lil guy,,,,look at em,,,So for hornet, I’m think I’m gonna go for a swing at what she’d gift her interest!

I know some people actually don’t think that hornet can sew, and tbh I can see why. She’s been fighting literally her whole life, grew up in the midst of the death of a kingdom. However, because we’re all simps here, let’s say she can for now! I can most definitely see her gifting someone a new traveling cloak (despite the fact that you are NOT getting away from her) and even fixing damaged clothes. I do think she would make you new ones first, especially if you’ve had your clothes for a while. Reasonable, considering there are no shopping centers in the wasteland. Also reasonable that she’d wanna get you out of clothes that have been thru hell in back of the process of traveling the wastes and fighting for your life.

However, if you have a bias for no-sew hornet, oh boy do I have gifts for you! She travels very frequently across the kingdom, including sometimes deeper more dangerous parts that travelers seeking gold can’t get too. Meaning there are tons of buildings left completely untouched, items prime for gifting. Some may be a bit dusty or perhaps even dripping with infection, but she makes sure to clean it before bringing it back to you. I kinda also see her mother teaching her how to dance and such, and often enjoyed seeing hornet bustling around the nest before she became a dreamer. So yes, hornet may ask you to dance at some point. Although a bit rusty, her honed skills from killing do stop her from stepping on your feet. In fact, she even gains the courage to dip you towards the end of the dance. If you choose to kiss her I assure you you will have your hands full of flustered spider for like. The next three (3) weeks.

This is really short, so sorry if you don’t like it. I noticed your ask had been sitting in the inbox for a while, and wanted to give you at least something satisfactory. Thank you for requesting and your patience, much love my friend!

[caiminnent]

For the kissing prompts : 12 "Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss." + kylux.

(Not sure if you're saving them for later or actually want requests? So no pressure!)

Hey, there! I am taking requests, although my brain latched onto this prompt so hard the moment I saw it in my inbox that I couldn't not write it anyway. Hope you enjoy it!

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The celebrations last five days.

It’s the longest week of Kylo’s life.

He understands the need for extravagance. As the Supreme Leader and the Grand Marshal, they represent the all-powerful and resourceful seat of the First Order. With the way congratulatory notes—both digital and physical—rained upon them after the announcement, each trying to secure an invitation to the ceremony, they couldn’t book anything short of a two-mooned planet to accommodate their hundred-page guest list, allocating the time to personally greet and entertain every individual.

Why the kriff that means he can’t be alone with his husband for five minutes on their own wedding, he doesn’t understand.

Hells, he doesn’t even know where Hux is. Since they got pulled in different directions earlier, he’s only caught glances of Hux here and there—schmoozing with dignitaries from systems under their rule, laughing with sympathizers they’re trying to sweet talk into a formal alliance, making sure the holocams get his good side.

The official schedule puts Hux in the Gold Coast Hall, which is bantha shit; Kylo’s just been there and didn’t see so much as a flash of Hux’s black-gold uniform. The Wanderlust has been off limits since that incident with the Chiss aristocrat. That leaves seven rooms Hux could be in—rooms that are connected to the next one with long, narrow glass walkways that show off the rust-brown ocean under their feet, full of guests Kylo would rather cut off his left arm than interact with a second longer—

Cloaking his presence with the Force, he flees from the building.

The gardens are as artificially lush as the rest of this cursed planet. He follows the glass pathway until he stumbles upon a free bench surrounded by garren trees, where the pressure of minds against his isn’t as persistent and the deep notes of the orchestra blends into the background noise.

Part of him feels like he’s failing Hux by hiding out here. They’re equals in responsibility as much as power. Kylo should be by Hux’s side, keeping the conversation flowing when Hux gets too tired for it, redirecting the attention onto himself before Hux gets overwhelmed. Is Hux disappointed with him? Does he regret marrying a lousy excuse of a co-ruler even before the ceremony is through?

If he is, Kylo wouldn’t blame him for it.

Someone clears their throat.

He jerks his head up with a crack, his hand flying to the empty lightsaber holster at his waist. Against the backdrop of streetlamps lining the pathway, Hux is a vision. His golden laurel and the lines of his uniform shine under the low glow; the rest of his outfit eats up the light like a black hole. His steps are quiet on the soft soil as he approaches the bench, the hem of his cape dancing by his ankles.

How did Kylo get lucky enough to call him his husband?

“Will you remove the—” Hux gestures vaguely in Kylo’s direction. “—the Force around you? I’d like to be able to look at you directly.”

Ah. Kylo dispels the cloak with a wave. Even though it’s not a physical barrier, a cool breeze surrounds him immediately, untucking a few strands from his loosened bun.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes, “I needed some air,” Kylo explains—a weak excuse even to his own ears. “I was about to go back in.”

Hux raises a brow in amusement, sitting primly on the bench. “Were you?” he asks, crossing his ankles. “Shame, I was looking forward to having a few moments alone with you.”

Kylo’s heart expands painfully in his chest. Hux smiles like he’s content to waste his time doing nothing with Kylo, seated with his thigh and shoulder pressed against Kylo’s on a bench for five. Kylo throws an arm over the backrest and Hux burrows into his side, unconcerned with rumpling their uniforms.

In their periphery, the venue towers over the tallest trees, bright like it’s trying to be seen from the space.

“Won’t they come looking for us?” Kylo can’t help asking. This feeling of eyes on his back, of being hunted down, has followed him since they stepped foot onto this planet. He isn’t sure that he’ll be able to shake it off even after they leave.

“Not soon. I’ve got nine lieutenants stationed in every room, telling people I’m somewhere else when asked. By the time somebody realizes I’m nowhere, the night will be over.”

Hux, scheming to get away from work? Narrowing his eyes, Kylo turns to look Hux in the face, feigning disapproval. “Are you playing hooky, Grand Marshal?”

Hux shrugs his free shoulder, a glint in his eyes. “We are playing hooky, Supreme Leader,” he corrects Kylo, sliding a hand over Kylo’s chest, shoulder, nape before tangling his fingers in Kylo’s hair. Kylo is leaning closer even before Hux pulls him in, his heartbeat quickening. “And we’re winning.”

Hux’s lips carry the plum wine they serve in the Starset Lounge, a syrupy aftertaste that Kylo chases blindly. So that’s where he’s been, crosses Kylo’s mind briefly before Hux’s fingers tighten and Kylo couldn’t kriffing care less anymore.

Inside, the ceremony goes on, thousands of souls celebrating in their name.

[troublesometrollhunters]

no morgana requests yet? how about Morgana using magic to impress reader at a Valentine's Day feast in the castle? :)

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I have like 20 requests in my inbox. Sir/ Ma'am/They or Them how did you know none of them were of Morgana? This is prophetic I'm writing about my favorite wizard now

Also I swerved away from the castle but hey, Morgana impressing you with magic >:3c

~~~

My Sun, My Moon

Arthur was out on business with Merlin somewhere and Morgana honestly couldn't be happier. As much as she loved her brother and her mentor she found them intolerable at the best of times lately. Especially since Lady Guineveres death.

Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath before turning towards the window. Leaning against the windowsill looking out at the world she couldn't think of that now. Not with everything she had planned for today. Smiling as she thinks of your happy face, she stands up watching the Sun rise. Nodding she turns away from her window. She had much to do.

~~~

Feeling a light pressure on your bed you hum. Still in a state of half awake half asleep you feel arms wrap around you and know it's Morgana.

"Sun...?" You hum her nickname sleepily. You can feel her smile as she presses her face to your neck, tickling you as she nuzzles close.

"Morning love." She greets and you snort burying yourself in your pillows.

"It's too early to be morning." You complain trying to pull her into the covers to join you. She tsks and escapes your grip slipping out from under the fluffy blankets. Reaching out for her whining as you try not to wake up she grabs your hands and giggles pulling you towards her. "Morgana..." You mumble annoyed and she keeps giggling as you lean into her still waking up. Kissing your forehead you pull back from her to rub at your eyes and yawn. Blinking to adjust to the light she tenderly strokes your cheek.

"We have a full day ahead! Come now you mustn't waste it sleeping." She states. "I placed out some clothes for you. Get dressed and then we can have breakfast and go." Kissing your cheek she disappears into the hall leaving you with your thoughts.

"God she's wonderful..." Smiling as you slowly get dressed and brush your hair, you hum trying to wake yourself up.

Studying the clothes she picked you noticed she had chosen some of your nicer clothes but staring at the boots you wonder if you'll be walking or riding together later. She also said go, so you have no doubt she'd be taking you on an adventure of some sort. Feeling giddy as you danced around in your room pondering the endless possibilities you pause to look in the mirror. Beaming at the idea of having Morgana to yourself for awhile you finish getting dressed and rush downstairs to see your beloved.

She waits for you in the breakfast hall shining as radiant as the sun. Sitting next to her since Merlin and Arthur hadn't taken the best seats you hum at the extravagant breakfast she'd prepared. Hisirdoux was nowhere to be seen and you had a feeling Morgana let the lad sleep in.

Lucky bastard.

You couldn't be mad at her though. It seemed the Queen in Waiting was pulling every stop out for this surprise date of hers and you felt your heart flutter at the idea she cared so much.

Staring at the food before you, you don't hesitate to pile the delicacies on your plate as Morgana does the same. There were dessert tarts of all kinds, fancy sweet breads, juicy sausages, strawberries, apples, fresh cut oranges, and so much more. Your mouth watered as you stared at the private feast.

"Morgana will you pass the pitcher?" Winking at you she uses her magic to lift your favorite juice before tilting her head to pour the juice out for you. She smiles as you wach in awe. A simple trick but still every bit amazing as the magic Merlin performed.

Looking around to make sure no one saw she giggles.

"Merlin and Arthur aren't here today. We can do whatever we please in the Kings absence." She hums.

Staring at her shocked before smiling, you realise she's free to enjoy her talents for the day. Excited at the relevation you sip your juice curious about what the Queen had planned.

"I assume we have a full day ahead of us then?" You hum and Morgana winks at you, green eyes shimmering.

"Of course. But we have time." She states sipping her own juice. Smiling you reach for her hand and squeezing it she holds it back, intertwining your fingers.

~~~

Leading you out of the castle towards the stables she helps you onto your horse. Adjusting preparing yourself for a long ride, you notice both horses have a full satchel. Going to peak Morgana plaufully smacks at your hand.

"Patience love." She teases and you chuckle nodding.

"Fine." You playfully relent and she lets out another giggle.

Getting onto her own horse and adjusting herself on the saddle she clicks for the horse to move forward. As you hold the reigns to your horse you hum following her out of the stable towards the town.

"Where too?" You ask curiously as you watch people mill about the town square.

"Since Merlin isn't here to stop us I thought a ride would be appropriate." Looking at you mischeviously you wonder what wonders she's planned for you in the woods.

Looking at you playfully she looks forward. Her hair glows red in the sunlight and you smile trotting after her as she takes off towards the gates.

The guards seeing her coming lift the gates for her. Smiling she leans forward and takes off towards the woods. Ecstatic, you gently kick your horse, clicking to make them ride faster as you chase after your love.

Morgana laughs as you race her and begins leading you down paths you hadn't seen in some time.

Passing the tree you carved as kids you smile fondly remembering being young and free. Going past the brook where Morgana first confessed you laugh feeling joy as you remember hugging her feeling the same. And finally you watch as the cave where you shared your first kiss becomes a small rock in the distance.

You blush closing your eyes as you remember that first kiss. How soft her lips were, and how gentle she was, and how many you'd shared since then. Chuckling you remember It was after you got caught in a rainstorm and ran to the cave to seek shelter. It's still one of your fondest memories.

Glad the sun is high today and there seems to be no sign of rain you hum. Still blushing like a fool as you remember her lips on yours, you smile and follow Morgana farther than you'd ever travelled.

Lost in your thoughts you reminisce on the long ride.

Pausing as Morgana's horse quickens their pace some hours later.

"Come on. I have a surprise!" She shouts.

Smiling as your horse rides after her your heart flutters as you go under a tunnel of trees.

Light from the thin green leaves spills over you and you watch as colorful birds fly overhead. Amazed by the sight, holding out your hands to feel passing branches Morgana smirks as she raises her hands. Closing her eyes you watch as her hands glow with gold.

Staring awestruck the leaves on the trees all around you shine with her magic. Before your eyes the trees shimmer in gold before flowers begin to bud. Gold like Morganas magic they grow from the branches, and in the soft wind the golden flowers begin to flutter around you.

"Awwww Morgana it's beautiful!" Laughing as you hold your arms out feeling the petals fall you smile. The wind tickles your hair and in this moment you've never felt more free.

~~~

"You spoil me." You state seeing the beautiful scene in front of you. First the trees and now this?

Morgana had found a large meadow full of wild flowers, a perfect place to enjoy yourselves, and gaze at the stars when the night comes.

She laughs as she hops off her horse. Grabbing something out of her riding bag she smiles letting the horse drink water from the nearby stream and graze lazily at the grass. Walking towards you she helps you down with one hand as she hides something behind her back.

"What do you have?" You ask seeing her playful smirk. She simply laughs as you try and move quickly too see. Wrapping her arms around you she gives you a kiss as the object she hid now laid behind your back. "Morgana." You whine.

"What will you give me if I tell you?" She teases. Snorting at her she smiles before putting her head to yours swaying with the breeze. Closing your eyes you wrap your arms around her.

"A kiss." You hum deciding to play her game. Giving her a peck on her lips she hums back making you sway with her before she pulls away.

"What about a 1,000 kisses?" She asks smile soft as she looks at you pleadingly.

"Your so greedy!" Laughing you begin kissing her neck, her face, her forehead, and her cheeks. Tickling her she pulls away giggling as you don't stop.

"Okay okay! You win! You win!" Still giggling Morgana loosens her grip on you and shows you what she's been hiding. "Lets make a toast!" Seeing the champagne you cover your mouth.

"Morgana that's from Arthurs reserves!" She smirks and you howl in laughter at her boldness. Looping your arm with hers you spin in joy, feeling the meadows long grass tickle you as flower blow in the breeze. Closing your eyes enjoying this moment in time Morgana smiles and your glad you could have this together.

As she sets up a candlelight dinner in the grass she smiles handing you a flute of champagne. Taking it you click it to hers before staring at the sky. The stars would be out soon.

~~~

Horses fed you tied them up so they wouldn't wander off. As you sat in the field eating cakes waiting for the dark of night, you told stories laughing in the empty field and enjoying yourselves.

After endless hours of laughter and stories the feild was covered in darkness as the night shone above you. You'd finishing the bottle of champagne Morgana had stolen from her brother and some glasses of wine from a different bottle she brought. As you stared at constellations you admitted you were a bit tipsy and it'd be awhile before you could ride home, but sitting with Morgana you were in no hurry.

Leaning against you holding your hand, you hum to Morgana. Your fingers play with her hair as you watch the sky. She smiles up at you tired but content, and you smile back.

Cupping Morganas face under the stars she hums leaning into your touch.

"My Sun." You say with as much affection as you can muster. She chuckles turning your hand in hers before she kisses your knuckles.

"... My moon..." She says back quietly. Leaning in you feel the softness of her lips and smile gently leaning into the kiss.

You loved your adventures together.

[kkulmoon]

SUNSET HEARTBEAT | KTH

pairing: Taehyung x Reader (f)

genre: fantasy au, hybrid au, sci-fi (?), fluff, angst

word count: 5.1k

rating: pg

a/n: ngl i feel like the beginning portion is a bit rusty, by rusty I mean it may feel a bit slow but pls give it a chance 🥺, I struggled to write that 😭. I am also tagging two very lovely people who were excited about this, hopefully you like it uwu @blossomkoo​ @inkedxclouds​. This fic is part of Bangtan Scenery’s collab ‘April Showers Bring May Flowers’, make sure to check out everyone else’s entries!

warnings: implied sex, other than that none, except for heartbreak and slight purple patches here and there cause I was in the mood hehe

beta read by: lovely angie @scvkjin​ and amazing emi @bangtiddies​ 💕 

synopsis: The time had come for the seventh sun to rise. For the seventh and last color in line to have its cycle. As one indigo supernova signified the coming of a purple nebula, you and Taehyung spent the remaining of your last day together creating something of your own. If it comes into fruition can only be known years in the future. A decade after you found someone unlike anyone. Truly one of a kind. Someone with a destiny they couldn’t outrun. It has been 10 years since the birth of a purple sun.

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It was in your final year of university, twelve years ago, that you met Taehyung. That same year you decided it was time to give up on the idea of becoming an astronomer. Quite frankly, you were just too dumb. However, it did not mean that you couldn't enjoy it all while living a life where pretending that you truly understood everything was your best bet, your only bet. They all say that interest and dedication trumps natural talent, right? For that same reason you decided to still attend as many astronomy lectures as possible even though you were studying to become an English teacher. You were always quiet and attentive so either the professors didn't notice you or let you be. Either way, what mattered was that you got to be there.

The first time the two of you interacted was a random weekday in April, near finals’ season. You were sitting at the back of the room as usual. The professor had handed out some papers to be passed back. A gold tinted hand with slender fingers, on which well groomed and shiny fingernails were present, reached out to you. You could all but wave away at the paper, trying your best to dismiss it. A pouty and confused expression was what you got as he continued to jab the paper onto your palm. You kept trying to mouth 'it's okay' but he was persistent. Not much of a purple characteristic but surely a sun one, now that you think about it. Finally you settled for a verbal response.

“I don't actually take this class, so really, i'm fine.”

He retreated his hand for a second, “Huh, don't we all wish that was true,” he said as he placed the paper on the small desk in front of you instead. “You've got this! We're almost done, hold in there.” You got a thumbs up before he turned back to focus on the class.

And every week from there on, whenever he got a short moment in class while the professor was writing on the board Taehyung would pester you with motivational notes filled with sayings. One particular somber April morning where you looked more tired than usual he even went as far as offering to help you with the class and your homework. You did your best to decline and yet that same night you got an email in your inbox that told you he obviously hadn't understood.

| Kim Taehyung     Chapter 15: Helpful Resources, (hang on there, you got this!) |

While you didn't take the class and had no official obligations to learn anything, you were still interested in astronomy so you decided to have a look. The links did clear up some questions you had during the lecture. However, you didn't want him to be wasting time helping a lost cause. As much as you loved reading about astronomy and learning about it, you were slow and having him help you was more than unnecessary. The definition of futile work. You decided to send him a screenshot of the official classes you were attending from the university's student portal. You made sure to censor your grades. He truly didn't need to think that you were any dumber, all he needed was proof that you weren't taking the class.

But once again, Taehyung's sun qualities shone through. Where it would have been expected for the person to drop the subject and for the two of you to go back to your habitual behaviour, he thought otherwise. He responded, but this time instead of answers he had questions, none of which you felt like answering so you left him on read. Well, the email version of read. You opened the email, read it, thought about answering it but ultimately left the email thread to die on the read pile.

A week went by. No Taehyung and you felt relieved. At least that's how you think you felt, the sleep deprivation might have been playing tricks on you. As yet another day came, where the indigo sun let its rays shine, Taehyung thought it better for him to act as the sun. You hadn't seen him in class, but it just turned out he changed his usual spot. He tried to catch you before you left the room but your daydreaming self was quick on her feet. He had a quick talk with the professor before he hurried to you.

“Hey!” The sound of sandals echoed against the cement floor. “Hey! You there!" 

You kept on walking, as far as you knew your name wasn’t you there'.  Someone grumbled behind you only to exclaim after a short while. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Hold up, I need to talk to you.” So in that case you were 'you there' and someone was Taehyung. 

You stopped walking and turned around. You couldn’t help but cock your head at him. You had only seen Taehyung from the torso up while in class. His attire surprised you for some reason. Maybe because he was a STEM student and you had expected him to look more uptight. He looked like one of the people from the pot dorm down your hallway.  Everything he wore was oversized except for the big knitted headband he had on now that he was outside. He looked devoid of colour with his muted clothes, but his cross body bag stood out with its patterned rainbow material.

"Yeah, what is it?" The quicker you could get it over with the better. However, Taehyung didn’t seem to agree with you on that aspect. He took his sweet time to fix the misplaced headband as you were left to witness the action. As much as you would have liked to categorise the scene as boring, it would have been a lie. His grey hair strands somehow managed to sparkle in the sun. They didn’t shine the normal way hair shines when light reflects on it. His hair literally sparkled as if it had recognised something familiar within the sun rays. But at the time you just thought you were being delusional or being tricked by the elements of his beauty.

"You didn't answer my email," he asked with curious eyes and an innocent tone. Right, that happened.

"Oh, that... uhm... I just haven't gotten the time to go through my email, things have been a bit hectic," you shot him a sympathetic smile.

Taehyung seemed like a pretty understanding person but he sure wasn’t dumb. You saw the way his tongue shifted to lick his lips as his teeth found their way onto his bottom lip. He trailed his hands on the strap of his bags as a pensive lip bite made adorned his features. Taehyung could have either been nervous or so irked by the bullshit you just spat at him that his body was reacting. Either way you felt bad for your white lie, but maybe not bad enough.

"It has been two weeks though," Taehyung stretches his back to stand straighter, "Also I take a chem class with Hoseok and you're always chatting in the gmail chat so..." 

What do you say to that? You lied and the worst part of it all was that you were caught right in the same moment. Your mouth opened and closed continuously as a hot flush made itself present on your ears and neck. You made note of the fact that Taehyung seems sweet but he actually packed a punch and was definitely ready to confront you on your bullshit. Classic STEM student approach, just face things head on. Thinking back at it, that was yet another instance in which his sun characteristics took the wheel. The sun's rays don't budge for anything or anyone and they certainly don't cave in to make others feel comfortable.

"Uhmm... right. But I am here now, so ask away!" Maybe your fake enthusiasm could make up for your little lie. Taehyung gave you a wondering look as he calculated  the pros and cons of continuing this conversation, You hoped the cons would win. 

“Uhmm, alright, fair enough,” He shrugged and the pros must have won because he kept talking. “Why do you go to astronomy lessons if you don’t take the class?”

Why did he want to get into your personal business? You could have very well told him that it was none of his business, turned around and left. But that seemed a tad bit too rude for you and for some weird reason you didn't want him to think of you as any more rude that you had been.

Would you paint yourself as an overly ambitious student that just had a general love of learning or would you tell him the truth? If you were to lie again you were sure he wouldn't manage to uncover this lie.

"I just like astronomy and find the class interesting, on top of that I've got time so like why not?" You felt good about your response, so good you were happy that you had made the choice not to lie to him, again.

"Oh okay, then how come you didn't apply for the program?" Wow, this dude was really trying to uncover all of your flaws during the first real conversation you've had. He should have become a detective instead, his focused and analysing eyes made it very hard for you to lie and not feel any residual guilt. He would, without a doubt, catch you if you were to slip up again.

"Uhm... I just felt like education was the right place for me you know." You shook your head with squinted eyes in hopes that he would just get you. Which he obviously didn’t if you had to go off of the way his jaw jutted out to the side. 

"Well, to put it simply, I am not the brightest of students and while actually taking the class would have been a nightmare, just being there and listening and learning at my own slow pace just makes me feel better about my shortcomings."

Taehyung's lips parted slightly. Okay, maybe you didn't have to give such a confession but he had been pushing and you wanted it to just end.

"Ohh, I see." Not the response you expected but how else do you respond to someone who said that they were too dumb to follow their dream. "But still my offer stands, if you need help trying to understand anything, feel free to tap my shoulder in class."

"But you changed seats to sit in the front."

"Nah not really, I was just bitter that you hadn't answered and didn't want to hurt you. From now on you'll see me at my usual spot in front of you."

The squeamish movement that accompanied the words ‘hurt you’ gave rise to a wondering look on your face. Hurt you? Why would he hurt you? Taehyung looked pretty harmless so you decided to not take his weird comment at face value. He most likely meant hurting you in a verbal sense.

The rest of the semester progressed in that same weird manner that characterised your relationship with Taehyung. A constant push and pull that kept being encouraged by your closest friends– Hoseok being the top player in the game. Inevitably, the more time you spent with him the more you warmed up to him. A month down the road the two of you decided to put a label on it. Or it was more so you who needed a verbal confirmation that you had somehow managed to catch someone's interest.

It took you awhile to reset the way you thought. Your wandering mind wasn’t only filled with personal affairs anymore, another individual had found their place in your day to day thoughts. All of a sudden being affectionate wasn't something you had to actively be, it was simply default mode whenever Taehyung crossed your field of vision.

For that reason alone, finals season was filled with movie nights, whispered love confessions, enough takeaways from different cuisines that you felt you were now ready to become a food critic. But the most precious instances of that time was the afternoons where Taehyung did his best to teach you astronomy and you being too lazy to listen despite your interest. You can't help but ask yourself if you would have been more attentive had you known what astronomy actually meant to him.

You had now been with Taehyung for one entire year. One year filled with diametrically opposite feelings. The good, the bad and the ugly. But ultimately all of it was left at the door the moment the two of you decided to reconcile despite the drawbacks. You were happy. The kind of happy that you don't recognise until it's gone. That can only be acknowledged in the midst of incoming fury. You had never in your life wished for the ability to predict the future. To see what happens after sunrise before it is manifested. 

One particular day eleven years ago, you wished that astronomy was fake, that the sun wasn't real and that it never needed to rise or set, to be born or die. You wished the sun didn't exist, knowing very well that that would mean the most important person in your life wouldn't exist. But you could have dealt with that. 

Longing for something you know you could have hurts far more than craving for the unknown. In the latter situation there's at least hope, that if you search hard and long enough you could find that thing you so deeply want. In the former, you know where that thing is, it's in fact right under your nose, or more accurately right over your head, where you can feel it at least a little bit every single day. Except this time you can't have it, no matter how hard you wish for it or how long you choose to wait. The whole scenario was like a twisted marshmallow test. Made to incite cravings with no intention of ever quenching them.

This all started a year following the start of your relationship with Taehyung. At that time you took notice to how hot he would get at the most unexpected of times. A behaviour that was usually reserved for when he was irritated or angry. It wasn’t only him that was hot but he radiated the kind of heat reserved for an extremely sunny summer’s day. 

You overlooked those instances and decided not to pay them too much mind. It could just be you having the extreme hots from him. However on a particular night, you just couldn’t bring yourself to stay in bed with Taehyung. The sheets were drenched and the windows had fogged up. You had to leave and find refuge in your living room sleeping right by a fan. 

The coming morning you woke up to breakfast on the table and right beside it there was a thick pocket sized book. The Book Of Suns. That was the white title that was engraved onto the black cover. Taehyung was nowhere to be found but his belongings were still in your room so you assumed he had gone for his morning walk. 

You had to make a choice between the two. Would you read the book first or you would eat breakfast first? You knew that whatever you were about to find out would most likely curb your appetite. Your hand glided against the rough cover of the book. 

Wouldn't it be better to read it now, just in case something made you extremely sad? That way you could cry before he got back home. Whatever it was that you were about to find out was very important to him, important enough that he wanted you to form your own opinion of it in peace. He wanted in no way for his presence to taint your reaction towards the truth that he had been hiding. Or as he thought protecting you from.

You sat down by the table, knees to your chest as you brought the book onto your hands. 'The Book Of Suns' was, as you realised after reading it, just that, a book about suns, in particular Taehyung’s sun lineage. It was a story about your world’s suns, the rainbow sun family. A fact unknown to you before that very moment. You were surprised by your behaviour, you weren’t exactly known for having calm reactions. It must have been Taehyung’s scent on the sweater you wore. It tickled your nose and calmed your senses. The book served as a track record for the next person in line to become the sun. It had seven chapters. Beside each chapter title in the contents page there were small vertical lines. The first six suns had five lines while the last had four. Taehyung must be purple sun. You read silently or more so you attempted to read silently, the deep breaths you were taking in effort to digest everything couldn't be contained.

After a continuous hour of reading you got to what was perhaps the most interesting chapter. Where do the dead suns go? And most importantly what do the suns that have yet to be born stay? You were cautious about continuing your reading. What if you found out that Taehyung was in fact just the ghost of someone that didn't actually exist? Or worse what if Taehyung would cease to exist? 

Fear curbed your initiative to let your eyes continue their dance on the page. But fear also did its job in fixating your attention on the slightly faded black letters present on the off-white pages. Fear of the unknown is always worse than that of the known.

Deep in the forest, there was the garden of suns. Every time a sun died and resurrected as a human, their statue appeared in the garden, where their sun soul was kept, only to vanish on the day of their sun birth. In the middle of the pages there was a picture, at the back of it you could read Taehyung’s harsh handwriting ‘The garden of suns -15/07/39’. He had been there four days ago.

The statues of the first five suns were covered with vibrant collared moss equivalent of their sun pigment. The sixth and seventh sun’s statues were only slightly visible in the photograph. They seemed to be in an intermediary phase. Not quite gone, yet not quite there. It was hard to figure out whether they were emerging or vanishing. That’s until you remembered the previous week’s news report. A supernova was on its way and scientists believed it would most likely occur near the end of next year. 

The indigo sun is near its death, and a purple sun is nearing its ascent. 

Taehyung’s statue was the one vanishing. His sun soul was ready to find its owner and ascend to its rightful place amongst the other stars. Just as you were about to continue reading, ready to delve into how this whole sun birth situation went about, the sound of metal clashing against metal resounded in the dead silence. Clinging keys and heavy steps entered the apartment. 

No 'hello' or 'glad to see you're finally awake'. But could you blame him? It would have been weird to act as if it was like any other of your usual mornings. You wished you had mustered up the strength to get off the chair and go greet him at the entrance. In your mind you did that but in reality you stayed rooted right where you were, back squeezed into the corner between the table and chair.

Taehyung walked in to lean against the door frame that lead into the kitchen. He looked exhausted. Dark under eye bags decorated weary eyes. You thought you could hear a tentative squeak come out of his mouth. Maybe you should've said something, because he looked like he was hurting and trying to find the appropriate words to start a conversation he knew would only end with heartache and tears. You thought that talking about the small steps he made outside was a good way to segue into talking about the biggest step he would take in his life. One that he could unfortunately not walk back on. 

"How was your walk?" You managed to ask before Taehyung walked past the kitchen and into the bedroom. He stopped midway, standing in the living room, where sun rays illuminated his surroundings. You couldn't help but think that it was very fitting for him to become a sun. The rays may have been bright and hot but he was the only one able to make you feel as hot as the sun and make your smile shine brighter than the biggest star. He was already a sun. Your sun. Why did he need to leave and become everyone's sun as well?

"Pretty good, helped me wake up," he said and sat down on the bean bag present beside him. You put the book down on the dining table just to look back at him from your seat. You were just there, in the moment, sitting down and doing your best to have an internal conversation. Both of you knew that words would hurt too much. And they surely couldn't bear the complete weight of what your current predicament meant neither could they have illustrated the joint pain that was shared between two beating hearts.

Your conversation might have been dead but the emotion was very much alive. You stood up from your seat, Taehyung's knitted sweater fell back down to caress your thighs. The walk to the beanbag felt like an eternity, not because it was but because you made it so. You had felt his sour and vigilant mood and you knew that being playful at that moment was your best bet. You tiptoed back and forth all the way to the beanbag as the sweater shifted here and there to reveal skin that was highlighted blue by the sun.

He was upset but he couldn't manage to keep his mouth set. His lips would stretch and unstretch as small playful wiggles played at the tip of his mouth. Finally you had found your way to the bean bag. You stood tall as your body cast a shadow over his. You placed a foot on the bean bag as the material sunk under your weight and you found your place on his lap. 

Right there, that's the kind of pat in the back that Taehyung gave you as his arms enveloped your slouching form. You snuggled your head deep into the crook of his neck and inhaled all the way in. If he was really gonna be leaving you, you needed to make sure you could imprint the scent and feel of his flesh right onto yours.

You sat there, quiet, with synchronised breaths yet fighting thoughts. How in the heck were you supposed to manage this? Him just being gone? Sure, you had a year left before it was officially time, but a year is far from a lifetime, what he had promised you.

"You are sure you don't want to talk about it?" Long hand strokes continue to comfort your back. You move your buried head side to side, groaning in response. Alright is all he said. Things were far from alright.

While on that morning you decided not to talk further on the topic, the coming months were filled with explorative trips to the Garden of Suns, where you would spend hours listening to Taehyung tell you about the stories of him and his sun brothers. He talked about being particularly close to the blue sun.

"It's just because he literally has no filter," he said gazing longingly at the statue covered with flashy blue moss.

"Is that like, dangerous?"

"Well yeah for you, but I am a sun remember." He turned around on the grass to face your way.

"And that's probably why I orbit around you." The huge grin that found its ways to your face was uncontrollable and contagious as Taehyung couldn’t help but snicker at your corny joke.

Just like that, your months together flew by until it was finally d-day. You hoped that waking up wouldn't be a necessity but Taehyung refused to let you sleep through it. He refused to let you think that it was all a dream. Getting yourself off the bed and into the shower felt like an endless task. One that he was patient enough to help you with. In hindsight you feel bad about having put him through that on such a significant day. He was, most likely, having a harder time dealing with his destiny than you were. That day was one to remember, the most vivid of them all, the most cherished of them all yet the most sad of them all.

All of that happened in the past and you were currently in an unsure present. The indigo sun had faced its fate, to be extinguished in an equally coloured supernova that would give rise to the last one in line, a purple sun. One day they would all be back to the complete cycle. A day where you wouldn't be present.

It has been ten years since Taehyung became a sun. You could talk to him, well, not really but you could see him and most importantly feel him. It had been a decade since you asked him to leave you something to remember him by, a part of him, a living one. On the night of Taehyung’s sun birth he decided to take you up on the offer. Cuddled up, in each other’s arms that’s how the day progressed. While usually persistent yet gentle, that night Taehyung felt it was appropriate and maybe in fact vital for him let his sun like ferocity be expressed. How else could you have understood the intensity of his feelings, a muddy mix of grief and love. The remains of that one last heated night were left for you to admire and cherish.

You thought you would manage to stay up the entire night to witness the purple sun birth but Taehyung’s warmth, forehead kisses and soft singing lulled you to sleep before you could realise it. 

Nothing was felt. No heat, no cold. Nothing was seen. No light, no spark. Taehyung was gone into the void in the same effortless way he entered your life. You’ve now been waiting over a decade to know if the fruits of that night would come into fruition. Conception can only happen when eclipses take place. Eclipses happen every 126 months. It has been 10 years. Half a year is left.

That half year could not have passed at a slower pace. It was a Thursday, yet another tiring day at school. You loved kids but you were drained of energy. You couldn't wait for time to pass by so that you could leave. It was Thursday, which meant you could watch the sunset to its complete  end without being bothered. It was also Thursday, the day after you got your first ultrasound. Taehyung may have not been there but that didn't mean you couldn't share the remaining of your waking hours with him, whenever you thought it was possible. You looked out of the window from your classroom to see purple hues in the sky as the sun said goodbye to leave place to another night.

The clouds thought otherwise, for some reason they always felt the need to be there to cloud his presence. What right did they have to cover up his tint? If it weren’t for them you would have been able to bask in his purple light, let it colour you bare as your feelings went from blank to purple butterflies that made you lose sight as tears formed in your eyes.

So you did what any sensible person still in love would have done. As soon as the clock struck 4 pm you ran to catch the train that would take you from skyscraper views to wide flower fields. It took the train two hours. You did your best to enjoy the way he set along the ride. Once you arrived you were left with two entire hours to enjoy the last of him and say goodbye to Taehyung and hello to the darkness.

During that time you reached into Taehyung's patterned cross body bag. You truly hated it but it was his so you kept it. You pulled out the ultrasound picture and raised it to the little part of sun that was still left. You didn't actually think that he would, through some weird magical way, actually be able to see it. It was more so something to calm your conscience. But most importantly, it presented you with the opportunity to capture an unusual family picture. It was you, the ultrasound, your baby bump and the purple sunset all in one picture. One that had found its rightful place on your bedside table.

Years unmasked themselves to reveal the growth of your child. One that grew to inherit the intensity of her father. Every now and then you made sure to let her know about him. As young as she was she couldn't truly understand it all, but as a child your love story was something that was within imaginable grounds. So you took advantage of that and taught her all you could about him. Maybe if you started early she could manage to develop past your less refined genes with regards to learning.

You took your time to tell her all that she wished to know and all that you wished to share. Sugarcoating to the maximum, cause that’s what Taehyung would do, but still making sure to keep a coherent timeline. One specific day you are unable to answer her question.

"Wh–why did dad break the promish?"

You had to fight long and hard with your tear ducts. Never had you cried in front her and you didn't intend to do it anytime soon.

In fact in one way or the other, Taehyung hadn't lied about keeping his promise. He had omitted some important specifics but he hadn't completely been untruthful. He said a lifetime and he would give you a lifetime. It just happened to be one where he wasn't always there, present by your side. 

However he would always get up to see you rise, and always say goodbye as he sets down to give place for lonely nights. And on all of those goodbyes unlike the one where he left you for the first and last time, you could swear that in bed with your child pressed to your chest, you could feel and hear his sunset heartbeat as clear and strong as the rays of a certain purple sun, your only one. Sun rays filled with his most cherished truth: 

‘I will turn purple when i miss you and to say i love you’.

Posted: May 28, 2020

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Challenges for The Cookies- Little Vlogs (Chapter Eight)

A/N: This is like, a fairly short chapter. I apologize for any typos or whatever, and the fact that I haven't updated this story in two weeks. I hope you guys like it though, it's my first time actually showing them recording a video for the channel, which is weird because Patton's channel is such a huge element/plot device in this book. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Patton acquires his boyfriend and two crushes to participate in a video challenge for his channel. Many shenanigans and cute clips ensue.

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"But-...Daddy said that I'd get to do it!" Patton pouted, looking at Virgil. Patton had started this video big, and was obviously regressed before they really got into the video plan. He knew that if needed, he could be big for a whole video. But the whole point of being open as a little online was that he didn't need to do that.

"And daddy is now saying to let Vee do it," Logan decided, taking the package from Patton and giving it to Virgil. Patton was pouting over opening a box, as if it really mattered that much. Virgil tried to take it from him because he was obviously in the mindset of a toddler, and he'd get frustrated if he couldn't open it quickly.

"Yay!" Patton cheered once the box was open, and Virgil handed it back to him.

"You never told us what we are supposed to be doing for this video," Roman spoke up, leaning so that he was looking at Patton from the other side of Logan.

"You didn't!" Virgil's eyes widened, "You just turned on the camera with no explanation. What the hell did we sign up for?"he narrowed his eyes, somewhat worried that the toddler-minded boy had pulled them into something crazy.

"No cursing around the little," Logan motioned to Patton, before looking at the boy, "But yes, what are we doing?"

"We're decorating pacis again, because you guys-" Patton pointed directly into the camera with a giggle, "said dat you guys liked it last time!"

"So is that what's in the box? Some plain pacis?" Logan didn't track whatever Patton ordered for videos, so he wouldn't know for sure. He trusted Patton not to spend money on stupid things.

"yes, yes, yes!" Patton bounced a bit in place, "But dis time, we are making them however the cookies want!" Patton absolutely loved referring to his fans as 'the cookies', he thought it was cute and creative, and they seemed to like it.

Patton started explaining the rules of the challenge, "okay, here's how dis is gonna work. Three of us are given very simple requests for decorative pacifiers, all from the cookies, and then the fourth will judge them when we are done! Oh, and it's on a scale from 1 to 10, and the highest scorer wins and gets to be the judge to the next round!" Patton spoke really fast, somehow not stumbling over his words whatsoever, and continuing to speak in his cute little voice.

They split up to grab the pacifier decorating supplies, setting up what they needed on the coffee table. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high..." Patton sung softly, setting the Generation One pacifiers in a neat row across the coffee table. Logan, who stood behind the tripod, used the camera and zoomed in on Patton, who looked up.

"Hello, Daddy! And hi to all da cookies too!" he scrunched his nose,giggling a bit. He set down the pacifier in his hand before softly waving at the camera.

"You gonna finish your little song, Pat?" Virgil questioned, setting tubes of super glue on the table, next to the small organizers of plastic gems and letter beads. There were three of them, and they were divided into little squares, each square holding different colors of plastic gems, letter beads, or charms to go on the centerpieces.

"Oh! Um...up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star," Roman joined in and sang with him softly, Logan putting the camera on Virgil for a bit before zooming out to catch both of them.

"how I wonder what you are!"

Patton looked at the camera, thinking after a few moments. "Do nursery rhymes have copyright? I hope not..." he seemed confused, and more aware that there was a camera on him.

"I can confirm, nursery rhymes do have copyright, but most of them have passed into the public domain-" Logan started talking from behind the camera, getting interrupted by Roman, who was returning to the living room with smaller plastic gems.

"Shut up with your facts or whatever, we are gonna start the challenge!" Roman climbed onto the couch before lowering himself on the ground, between where Roman and Patton were sitting.

"Patton asked a question and I was just replying to it!" Logan defended, pointing the camera at Roman, who stuck his tongue out.

"Patton asked a question and blah blah blah. Can't you see we have a challenge that is much more important to begin?" he mocked Logan voice for a bit before quickly dividing up the smaller plastic gems between the three dividers. After a few seconds of silence, Roman looked up at the camera and laughed,

"Sorry Lo, I'm joking!" he apologized quickly, giving a soft pout as he waited for a response.

"You better be, little prince." Logan teased, Roman rolling his eyes and ignoring him.

Patton spoke up before any of them could say anything, "Okay! So the first paci request is...." he scrolled on his screen, his eyes glancing over a few words before he read them aloud, "From babykitten14 on twitter, 'how about a space theme?'"

The gears in Roman's head seemed to be turning, his eyes glancing between the different supplies in front of him quickly. "I can definitely work with a space theme." he assured, obviously excited to attempt to win this little challenge.

"Okay, let me set the timer!" Patton started tapping on his phone, Virgil's eyes widening.

"We're being timed?!" he seemed panicked, obviously thrown off.

"Yeah, I wasn't aware we had a time limit!" Roman dramatically exclaimed, both of the other boys obviously taking this more seriously now.

"Mhm! I thought that was obvious....have you never watched a youtube challenge, ever? If you don't set a time limit, the video will never end!" Patton set his phone in front of him on the table, speaking calmly as the other boys seemed a bit stressed now. It was a simple challenge, and they were probably exaggerating a bit for the camera, but they were being TIMED? This was absolutely outrageous.

...Okay, not really, but a bit shocking. "How long do we get, then?" Roman questioned, looking over at Patton. Logan stayed silent, just standing behind the camera and recording their interactions.

"Ten minutes!" Virgil and Roman's eyes widened, but before they got the chance to protest, or ask for more time, Patton started the timer and they immediately started grabbing different supplies. Throughout the video, they held four rounds of this challenge. Roman managed to win the first, with a simple dark purple pacifier with silver and white gems, the button being decorated with a black star charm. He spelled out, "Baby Star" on the handle.

Virgil ended up shyly asking if he could have the pacifier Roman made for the first round near the end of the video, and of course, Roman handed it right over. The next round had to do with a 'royal theme', and all three of the contestants made pacifiers related to princes. Roman declared Patton's baby pink pacifier, with dark red and gold gems, as the winner. On the button, was a little red crown sticker, and the handle read 'little prince'. Patton offered it to Roman, and he took it.

The third round simply was supposed to follow a "pastel theme". Patton probably would've won that one if he wasn't the judge. Logan won it though, and that pacifier went to Patton. The final round was supposed to follow a 'edgy baby' theme. As expected, Virgil won that round by a landslide.

Patton had them sit down to close out the video. "Okay, so each of us won one round. That's pretty good, I think!" Patton said, looking at Logan beside him on the couch, who nodded. "I want to clarify that all the pacifiers made today, besides the ones we claimed for ourselves, will be going to some of my agere friends, so they aren't going to waste at all!"

"Who is gonna claim the messy pacifiers that we had ten minutes to make?" Roman questioned from the other side of Patton. Virgil smacked his arm, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sure someone will," Virgil assured. "Most of them aren't that bad."

"Yeah, says the 'pince' paci." Roman rolled his eyes, teasing Virgil for his mistake earlier. Virgil somehow managed to forgot the 'r' during the Royal Pacifier round, and Roman had been teasing him endlessly about it throughout the video. Patton laughed before finally saying his outro and moving to turn off the camera.

All of the boys could genuinely say that they enjoyed filming videos for the channel, and the fans could say that they liked watching the content. It was a win-win situation, and Patton got to keep doing what  he loved with the man...

with the men he loved.

Yeah, all three of them definitely had a special place in his heart, they all cared for him endlessly. He liked that they genuinely cared about each other, too.  And the fact that they were willing to give up time to take part in his little hobby, and that they'd do almost anything to make him happy?

He liked that even more.

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A/N: aka, patton has fallen in love with an idiot prince and his emo internet best friend. anyways, the next chapter might be more agere based, continuing to follow the path of logan getting to know the others while little (ft. lots of cute fillers and logan being a good cg). then I will loop back to the romance part and maybe write in a few more dates before I make them “officially” begin dating and what not. okay i’m done spoiling the plot of future chapters, but I hope y’all liked this one! Feel free to sends asks to my inbox with reactions to this chapter and stuff, I’d appreciate it!

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[Back Door on Ao3]

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Many rumors are surrounding the idea of the back door. It can easily allude to a secret entrance or even a passage into a new world. For the case of (y/n) (l/n), though, it was the beginning of what would soon be known to her as The Underworld.

It is an entrance where the most sinister and cynical dwell. The shadiest of dealings and the most immoral of conducts happening from one corner to the next. It was a place not for the faint of heart. To (y/n), though, it was her new home. A new beginning to the rotten life she’s slowly begun to lead herself into, yet who was to stop her from journeying down? No one.

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The crunch of gravel sang in her ears as adrenaline coursed through her veins. For (y/n), it was practically guaranteed that she’d feel the soreness in her body the following morning. Yet, despite that, she continued to push herself forward towards her next destination. 

“There’s the rat! Catch her before she gets away, you ungrateful bastards!”

Though it sounded muffled against the imaginary cotton in her ears, she couldn’t help but feel a tug at the corner of her lips as the sound of her sneakers scraped against the ground as she rounded the corner towards the open city streets. Even with a massive desire to taunt and mock the goons that trailed her, (y/n) persevered. With the confidential package tucked safely in her side pouch, she looped her way through the street lights before nimbly climbing her way up to the rooftops. 

Once reaching the top of one of the nearby buildings, she couldn’t help but peer over the edge as the underlings that had once chased her stood dumbfounded before deciding to split up in a desperate attempt to search for her. 

“What a couple of dumbasses…”

The words fell from her lips before she even had the chance to hold back. Of course, it had gone unnoticed to the floundering men below, but she couldn’t help but subconsciously clamp her mouth shut as she discreetly pulled herself away from the edge of the roof.

Just as she had done that, the faint vibrations from her phone had her directing her thoughts straight to the possibilities of a possible late fee from her clients. Uttering curses under her breath, (y/n) hurriedly fished her phone out of her pocket before calloused fingers eagerly tapped away at the screen to reveal the encrypted message from her buyer.

[???]

Quite the performance you’ve left us, Ms. (y/n). A couple of our members are eager to train with you. Do you happen to have time after this delivery?

Blankly staring at the screen, a sense of confusion lurked near as she tried to decipher the hidden meaning behind the message. Were they not upset by the possibility of their package being late? She was confident they had specified an arrival time within their request, but to suddenly have it dismissed like that had her cautious.

Before she could even answer, another message came.

[???]

Think of it as a waiver to the delay for our package. After all, we may be carnivorous crows, but we’re not barbaric enough to suddenly cast one of the few messengers in the underground to the side like that. So, what do you say? 

A trap. At least, that was the initial thought that had crossed her mind. In all honesty, she wasn’t even sure what to think of the proposal. After only having a month’s worth of experience, she still couldn’t even correctly fathom the idea that one of the many well-known hitmen groups had contacted her for a ‘simple’ delivery deal. 

Despite the clear warning signs that rang in her head, she typed out her reply before pocketing the device. She didn’t want to see the response. She didn’t want to feel the anxiety that had begun to build up in her chest, gurgle out with an ‘I told you so.’. It all went ignored as she hesitantly jumped from roof to roof towards her destination.

If someone had told her that her phone had buzzed within that moment, she’d feign ignorance and continue on her merry way as the lump in her chest began to mutate from anxiety-ridden to excitement.

[???] 

Excellent. We’ll be expecting you shortly, Ms. (y/n).

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[1 Month Ago]

The Underworld. A place where only the damned who were shunned from society dwelled. What exactly did the Underworld offer, and what benefits could those now living in it serve to gain? The answer sits in a murky pond where it deceives the curious soul into thinking it’s shallow. When in reality, the pond goes for miles and miles with abstract and questionable morals. 

A prominent booming career being hitmen. With millions beyond millions of people inhabiting the planet, there’s no excuse for those dark, sinister desires to remain dormant, especially in the hearts of those who crave vengeance or their own sick and twisted form of judgment. 

Seated at the pedestal are several groups, each holding a respective place in the top 10 most hired hitmen. To the underworld residents, sinners-- as they are better known as-- they wonder why these men don’t form a syndicate. With their knowledge and sick minds, it would be mere child’s play to take control of the underworld. Perhaps it was a good thing they hadn’t come together. A reckoning that could’ve shaken the underworld and those who do their immoral business to their very cores.

Within a desolate yet extravagant room on the highest floor of one of Tokyo’s most expensive buildings sat thirteen figures. Each figure was foreboding the inevitable as each top-notch hitmen group’s leaders gave a once over to their neighboring ‘friend.’ It was an unspoken rule of sorts. To not meddle with one another’s business less, it was necessary, though, with the sudden intrigued looks each leader had as the building secretary placed a new file before each of the leaders. 

“A new addition to that delivery service?” 

Smooth with a touch of snark, Oikawa Tooru did nothing to hide his clear annoyance for what he deemed to be a pointless meeting. The skilled sniper knew that the men that littered the room were the only few who truly knew of his position in the Aoba Johsai team, but to risk his identity for the sake of a wannabe rebel? Preposterous. He should’ve listened to his stand-in when the proposal came up but did he listen? No. 

Already, the brunette knew he’d be getting a smug look of an ‘I told you so.’ from his best friend. Quickly shoving that thought to the side, he redirected his attention to the stone-faced look from Ushijima. Shiratorizawa’s leader.

“I don’t understand the sudden call for all the leaders for something as meager as this.”

Immediately, his deep baritone voice caught the rest of the leaders’ ears as a handful pitched in their words of agreement. The figure, who stood at the end of the conference table, merely let out a chuckle as he gave a brief once over to the various men that littered his conference room.

“Ushijima, you know for a fact that I would never waste any of your time. I have an entire syndicate to man, and you think I’m here to pull on your legs for my amusement?”

The mysterious man only received silence as the atmosphere of the room soon grew to be unbearable. Before anything could fester into something worse, a loud clap resounded throughout the room as the figure in question leaned back into his seat with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Oguro, you know damn well that you are the type of person to do this sort of unnecessary bullshit. So don’t try to act all coy with that shitass facade.”

“And the cat decides to speak finally. Thankfully it’s something useful.”

“Shut your damn trap, you snake!”

“Kuroo. Daishou. Behave.”

Both men stiffened at the mention of their names as hazel and gold hues locked onto steady and firm brown ones. Deciding not to risk the anger from Daichi, the leader of Karasuno, the pair made a  temporary truce. Though as Kuroo and Daisho made their mock truce, a snicker began to travel from the furthest side of the table. A glance over brought all the attention to Terushima as he finally let out a boisterous laugh.

“Is something funny?”

Daichi’s tone brought another unsettling atmosphere as the crow kept his gaze steady on the hyena-like male. There was no question that the other leaders within the vicinity could feel the bulky male’s untampered rage as Terushima just seemed to laugh harder at the situation.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bleach blonde male relaxed into his seat. A smug look crossed his features as he met Daichi’s glare head-on.

“Sorry, sorry, but that was too damn funny not to laugh at, am I right?”

Terushima was met with silence at his declaration; he continued. Not a damn being given as he seemed to be relatively relaxed in his seat despite the figurative daggers being thrown his way.

“Damn, what crawled up all of your asses and died? Daichi just seemed like a whole ‘Dad’ at that moment, and I couldn’t just not laugh at it. I mean, come on, we’re some of the most feared hitmen in this city. You can’t tell me that shit wasn’t at the least bit funny.”

Again, the silence was the only response given to Terushima as the whole collective choose at that moment to ignore the chaotic male. Ignoring his squawks of astoundment, Oguro, the leader of Zaiaku, cleared his throat as he gestured back to the open files before each leader. A knowing smirk settled on his features as he reached into his inner jacket pocket to pull out a cigarette.

His movements were precise, smooth, elegant; as he lit the addictive nicotine before bringing the stick up to his lips and taking a deep breath of the intoxicating taste before releasing rings of smoke into the room.

“The real reason why you’re all here is because of that footage. I’m sure you all have seen how a sweet and innocent woman can become a monster like us. You all are curious. I know you all are. After all, what’s more, exciting than seeing a live show?”

Oguro began to pace the room. Long leisure strides as he finally neared the tall windows as his steel-blue gaze wandered over the specks of light that rained upon Tokyo. He didn’t need a direct answer. Instead, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor and feet padding away was enough for him to accept the fact that he was right.

If not that, then the fact that when he turned around, the conference table was spotless. Not a single file had been left behind, and that in itself was enough for a sinister smirk to grace Oguro’s face.

“Looks like there’s going to be some fun in this city again finally…”

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[3 Hours Before the Meeting]

Why. Why the hell had she done it? Standing before the now immobile body of her attacker, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel the rise of bile slither it’s way up her esophagus towards her mouth. Forcing herself to swallow her early dinner, (y/n) shakily began to collect the evidence of her insidious deed.

“Fuck...fuck, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

A wave of panic suddenly hit her as she lost grip of the metal bat she had just barely managed to pick up. The sticky remnants of human matter and blood churned her stomach again as she kicked the offending item as she collapsed onto her ass. Bloodied and bruised hands came up to shield her face as hot tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Everything she had worked hard for was now gone. Her degree, the simple life she once lived now gone because she had let her anger and morals get the better of her. 

“Dammit...what am I? Some stupid vigilante wanna-be? Fuck! Why did I do this?!” 

“Why? Because you know the justice system we live in is corrupt.”

(y/n) felt her heart stop. The feeling she once had in her fingers was completely obliterated as her brain short-circuited at the new voice that made itself known. Who was there? How long had they been watching? Why didn’t they try to stop her? What was their intention?

“Apologies, I must’ve spooked you. I didn’t mean to, but I must say you did some mighty fine work here (y/n).”

“H-How do you know my name? W-Who the hell are you?”

His laid back chuckle was all the response she was given as she watched the man circle her fresh kill before kicking the deceased offender’s head. From her observations, she could see he was well-off, incredibly so as he was drenched in name brand clothes. Yet, why was he wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night? Not to mention the simple rings that graced his fingers only seemed to add to her panic as only one word came to mind: Yakuza.

“(y/n), you’ll soon learn that for me, it’s not a matter of how I get the information, but rather...when. Now then, I’m pretty sure you’re panicking now-- why of course you are. You just killed a man with no remorse, but fear not. What if I were to, oh say, offer my services to you?”

Run. Runaway. That was all she could hear in her mind as she watched the mysterious man approach her with open arms. Yet despite every nerve in her body screaming at her to get the hell out of dodge, she found herself rooted to the ground until he was face to face with her. It shouldn’t have been a prominent thought in her mind, but seeing him kneel in his expensive clothes before her dirty and bloody ones had a strange sense of humbleness come to her mind.

“...What...services. Who the hell are you?”

“Ah, my bad. I always seem to jump the gun when it comes to meeting new people who intrigue me. My name is Oguro Yasuhiro, and I am the leader of Zaiaku.”

A sudden shock ran down her spine as (y/n) felt another kick of adrenaline rush through her veins at the mere mention of his name. Everything about the situation and how he just happened to...phrase it sang nothing but warning bells in her head as she subconsciously clenched her fists.

“Speechless? I suppose many would be when faced with someone who throws that sort of information at your face. Not to worry, though. I’m on your side.”

“What do you mean by ‘on my side’? As far as I’m aware, we’ve never even met before this…”

“That’s right, well (y/n), you can just say that it’s a part of my charm-- my desires, so to speak. After all, I was once like you. Angry at the world for doing the bare minimum when people around me suffered. So, I took matters into my own hands, and well, here I am.”

“But what does this have to do with me?”

“Well, my dear (y/n), you’re in quite the predicament, are you not? You just killed a man who tried to traffick a child to who knows where? You know the justice system will only view you as a murderer, so why not take the chance to see what you can do? To see how many more people you can save?”

A beat of silence. With her thoughts racing throughout her mind, (y/n) felt nothing but overwhelming thoughts shoot back and forth within her brain before she was suddenly brought out of it as Oguro’s calloused hand was placed before her. Immediately, (e/c) orbs met steel-blue as she went to reach for it but quickly stopped herself short.

“...Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Simple. We share the same goals, and people like us have to stick together. Ya know?”

(y/n) didn’t know what had compelled her, but oddly enough, when Oguro had spoken those words, she felt a sense of peace wash over her exhausted body as she placed her bloody hand into his waiting one.

“I...guess I can see what you mean.”

“Good good~! C’mon, let’s get you back to base so we can discuss your new life~.”

“W...Wait-- my new what?”

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ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ:

[doblehkiin]

I saw free real estate to show off my cat boy

This is Do'Rohaan! He went through a few changes as a character but one thing stuck: soft man who loves you very much and is Very Terrifying In Battle.

Rohaan was the general for the Empire in Elsywer (no idea if I'm spelling that right), and has a ludicrously prestigious career due to the fact that, in his 40 years of serving and like 30 years of being a general, less than 100 of his soldiers perished in battle.

With his natural love and compassion and worship of Mara, along with mother who was a necromancer teaching him the art of life, Rohaan swiftly became a peerless healer, soon discovering the ability to resurrect the dead. His mother teaching him enchanting allowed him to manipulate the soul of the recently deceased and bring them back to life (in a restoration sense, not necromantic sense), effectively giving him an army that doesn't die. Pair this with the unorthodox combat training by his werewolf father, Rohaan was considered one of the best military leaders the Empire had seen in the last 4 eras.

Until the Thalmor.

When Thalmor infiltrated the Mane's court, Rohaan was the first to speak out against the Dominion, leading many charges to keep them out of the mainland and his province. During a meeting in Torval with the Mane, his fort was sieged by Thalmor, and Rohaan lost every soldier.

When he was told to let it go after the Concordat signing, Rohaan retired from the Empire, and layed waste to several Thalmor bases along the coast of Elsywer, killing over half of the total soldiers in the southern provinces. Because of this, he was exiled from Elsywer and became a wanted criminal to the Empire.

Running to Skyrim to retire by helping the war-torn province however he could, he joined up with the Companions and Dawnguard, becoming a father figure to the Twins and Serana, and may as well have married Erandur. Also discovered he was dragonborn, and is the dragonborn who does the mainquestline up until he needs to find the other 2 to go kill Alduin.

Rohaan is compassionate, strategic, social, and is a voice of reason everyone goes to for guidance. He's also exceptionally averse to responding to anything with violence after his one-man army march, and will try to resolve things peacefully. For example: when confronting Vythur, instead of slaughtering the guy, he offered to cure him of his vampirism.

Han is just an old guy trying to not spend his golden years angry at the Empire that he knows could do better. He struggles with feeling like he failed both his soldiers and his country, and often avoids talking about the Empire or the Civil War because he doesn't want to admit he's ashamed of it now.

When the other 3 dragonborn decide to go after the Thalmor with a dragon army, its Rohaan that calls them off and goes on to broker peace between the Thalmor and Empire, on the Empire's terms. By being empathetic and determined to make things right, Rohaan dismantled the Dominion with the help of the queen of the Isles, and restored peace to Tamriel with Mara's teachings. A few years after, he passes away, finally satisfied with his legacy. During First Seed, his birth month, the Northen Lights appear above Skyrim and have a bright gold dragon flying along and leading them.

Han is not my most interesting character, but he is my favorite. I have such a soft spot for him, probably because he was my first character.

I designed off of Asian Golden cats originally, but the patterns weren't easy to replicate so I kinda just made him a tiger that looks like coffee creamer and cinnamon streusel muffins.

I don’t know how long this has been sitting in my inbox, sorry if it took awhile cause i didn’t get a notification for it.

i really like his colors and the pattern on his face, it’s so cute. i’ve always had a hard time making my khajiits look interesting. he looks like such a sweet boy. also i’ve always liked the idea of really big warrior khajiits cause in game it seems like bethesda wants them to be mostly small and more sneaky and i like changing it up a little.

i also am all for a arc of calling out the empire and really going after the Thalmor. that outcome is really just the ideal.

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex: Intermission II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Intermission I Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N: A longggg time ago a lovely anon came in my inbox spitting an idea, and my ass finally got around to making it happen.  It’s a lil modified, but I hope y’all still enjoy it nonetheless.  Thank you anon for your brilliance!!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sigh, twirling the forkful of salad around in your fingers as you stare off into space, lost in thought.  Ranch dressing drips off a piece of lettuce onto your tupperware lid, splattering a little onto the table, but you don’t even notice, your mind entirely somewhere else.

“Hello?”

The voice of your best friend, Nichelle, filters through to your brain, and you irritatedly bring your mind back to the present, unhappy to be interrupted.

“Huh?”

“Damn girl! You was zoned tf out! What the hell you thinking about that got your ass stuck like that!?” She interrogates you, her eyes squinted in suspicion.  While you normally wouldn’t have wasted anytime telling her about one of the many sex daydreams you regularly found yourself having, the one between you, Erik, and a certain little razor wasn’t one you were willing to share this time.

This one was your own naughty little secret, made even more special by the fact that this time it was an actual memory rather than a fantasy.

Clearing your throat, you wave her off.

“Nothing girl, just thinking about work,” you lie, popping the salad into your mouth and chewing.

“…Uh huh.” She grunts, not buying it. “All I know is, don’t nobody ever catch me thinking bout work with a smile on my face and biting my lip. You must got some bomb ass benefits girl,” Picking up her own fork she eats a mouthful of pasta, shaking her head at you.

Your nostrils flare and you bring your hand to your mouth to keep food from flying out of it as you snort, laughing from being caught.  You didn’t even realize your face was out here exposing you like that.

“Mind your business, bitch,” you tell her after swallowing, reaching over to grab your tea and take a sip.

“I’m just sayin, if you gone be out here reliving your sexcapades you can at least try not to eyefuck the table while you do it.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you’re grateful this time there wasn’t anything in your mouth because you immediately giggle at her statement.

“Shut the hell up Chelle, damn.” You whisper as your eyes shift around the small outdoor cafe to make sure no one else overheard. “Besides, don’t you have your own man and kinky sex dreams you should be thinking about? Stop being so damn nosy.” You fuss at her, angling your fork before stabbing into her pasta and stealing some.

“Girl I would except that nigga not here” Her head falls back and she grumbles, her face sulking.  “He’s in Georgia at some stupid work ‘thing’, which means I don’t get any dick until next Friday. That’s why I gotta live vicariously through you bitch! Now pleaseee, tell me something, I’m dying over here.”

She gives you a sad puppydog look, poking out her lips at you.

You roll your eyes. “Girl you know that shit don’t work on me.  Why don’t you just FaceTime Brian and tell him you’re horny? Isn’t phone sex y’all’s thing?” You take some more pasta, savoring the delicious Cheesecake Factory takeout.

Blowing a raspberry, she leans her head on her fist.  “We had to stop doing that after he answered the phone with his mom in the car.”

“Wait, WHA-“

“It’s a long story, don’t worry about it. Anyway,” She waves her hand as if waving the cringey memory away. “How have you and Erik been?  I know y’all probably been fucking nonstop since you got your tests back, huh? Ol bowlegged ass,” she eyes you coyly with a knowing smirk that says ‘I know what y’all been doing’.

You chuckle yet again at your hilarious friend, so thankful for her ability to always keep you laughing.

“Actually, we haven’t been fucking, thank you very much. My broke ass lungs made sure of that.”  You tell her the story of how you almost choked and died from seeing Erik’s dick, and when she finally stopped cackling at you she grabbed your hand, patting the back of it.

“Oh you poor, poor bitch,” Her face turned down into a faux look of pity.  “You might as well reserve your burial plot now because from the looks of it your ass not gonna survive him dicking you down.”

You snatch your hand from hers, glaring at her.

“I mean let’s be honest here,” she continues, ignoring you, “your ass talk a lot of shit, so you’re mad trippin if you don’t think he won’t obliterate your walls given the first opportunity.”

You pick up your phone, opening your messages while you let her words go in one ear and out the other. It was bad enough you had to live with the knowledge that the mere sight of seeing Erik naked had you hyperventilating, you didn’t need to think of what other ridiculous responses your body would have once he actually started putting use to it.

She continues roasting you as you click on a new message from Erik, seeing a link to a video attached.  A message accompanies it.

Put in your headphones before you watch.

You fish your earbuds out of your purse, completely ignoring your friend now.  Clicking them into the audio plug, you put the buds in your ears before clicking on the link.

The video starts with a view of Erik sitting at what looks like his home office desk, clad in a red T-shirt and a pair of black sweats.  The top of his face is cut off, but you can tell its him by the signature keloids sprinkled over his arms and the telltale smirk on his face displaying his gold fronts, letting you know he was up to no good.

“Hi baby, I miss you today,” the audio plays, and you hear his smooth voice bleed into your ears, sounding so sensual.  You almost forget that it’s a video and respond back, wanting to talk to him and tell him you miss him too.

“I can’t wait till you get home, but I wanted to show you something first before you got here.”

He pushes himself away from the desk, rolling back in his chair, and you’re able to see more of his lap now that it’s uncovered.  Lifting his shirt, he takes the bottom of it and tucks it between his teeth, giving you a peep of his uncovered chest and the long thin gold chain hanging under his shirt.

Leaning a little bit closer, your eyes focus on his belly button, thinking you see something odd there when he takes both his hands and pushes his sweats down, revealing his gorgeous, thick cock standing at full attention, the head of which stops just below his navel.

Your mouth drops and your eyes grow wide, completely entranced by the view of your man stripping down for you.  You watch as he takes one of his hands and grabs his heavy member, beginning a slow stroke from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist over the head.  

You feel a slow wetness start to leak from your pussy, and you shift your legs in your seat, not wanting it to seep past your panties.  

Erik continues pumping himself, taking in a ragged breath and speaking to you again.

“You see what you got me doing, princess?” He groans as his hand reaches its peak again, picking up the pace as he continues pleasuring himself.  “I can’t wait till you get home so Daddy can teach you how to touch him. I just need your hands on me babygirl,” He sucks in a breath, moaning as his head falls back. “And that mouth. Fuckkk…”

You lick your lips and swallow as spit fills your mouth, desperately wishing you could climb through the screen and into his lap right now.

Your fingers feel the side of your phone, looking for the volume button to turn it up when you hear something behind you.

“DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Nichelle’s loud ass voice scares the shit out of you and you drop your phone, you earbuds snapping unplugged as it clatters to the ground, and the sounds of Erik moaning at top volume fill the outside patio.

You scramble to pick it up, grateful that other than you two and another single patron in the corner, nobody was really around to hear it.  Flipping your phone to silent, you exhale a deep breath before turning your burning gaze to your friend.

“What the hell!! You scared the fuck out of me! Why is your ass behind me anyway?!” you yell at her, your heart still beating out of your chest.

“You were ignoring me hoe! But more importantly, why didn’t you tell me his dick looked like that?” She points back at your phone screen at the paused video.

You press the home button, exiting out of the video player and dropping your phone in your bag. You growl as you start packing your stuff up, dumping your unfinished lunch into your lunch bag.

“I swear Niche, if you were anyone else I’d be cursing your ass out right now, you’re lucky its you.”  

She stops you and pulls you into a hug, one you grumbly accept as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise, but your face looked so shocked I wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You couldn’t totally be upset about that, given that had it been any other time you’d have probably showed her whatever it was that had your eyes bugging out of your head. Too bad this time it ended up being a home video of Erik.

You shake her off, pushing her away.  “Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going home, I’mma see you later.”  You grab your stuff, leaning over to kiss Nichelle on the cheek before heading out.

“Where you going? You just gonna leave me here?” She calls after you.

“Did you not see the same video I did? I’m going HOME.” You yell back at her over your shoulder, laughing loudly.

“Try not to choke!” She calls after you, cheering you on as you rush yourself to the car.

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Warnings: Baby Smut

[laketaj24]

Immured II

Author’s Note: This is dark. Very dark. And therefore I find it necessary to give a disclaimer. There are triggers in the tags therefore it can be filtered out if you have filters. Warnings has listed triggers as well. I hope you continue to follow me and just ignore this series if you are not interested! Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it via inbox and I will alter the list!

This was the Can I  fuck the sad out of you Poll Fic. It will have another part out soon. Thanks! Taglist open, Requests Open. Happy Reading!

Warnings: Kidnapping, Sex Slave, implied Noncon, noncon, triggering situations. Language. SMUT.

Immured I

Pairings: Y/N x Ragnarssons, (this section mainly Hvitserk x Y/N)

It’s been two days. And he didn’t come back. It’s a hard thought to try to figure out if it’s a good thing or bad because you wanted that shower. You’re eyes were red from crying and your thighs ached.

The door opens and the blue eyed blonde stepped in. “Shower?” He said.

“Yes.” You rasped. Your throat aches, dry from the lack of water. They’d only given you one cup and a sandwich yesterday and nothing today.

“Stand.” He didn’t give a choice as he pulled you from the ground and onto your feet. “Gods they could have bathed you.”

He tossed you over his shoulder like a ragdoll and headed into the bathroom. It was small. White walls with a tiny window. He placed the clothes on the counter with a small bottle of soap and two towels. “Clean yourself. You are to Ivar.”

“No, please.”

His face softened. “I have no say in who has You next.” He cleared his throat. “I will offer your advice. Don’t fight him.”

Those words rang in your mind for the entire shower. The water was cold. There was not a way to change it, so the cold water ran over your body in trickles. And you slid into the red scrubs he’d provided. Your hair dripped.

If you could make it out the window, it would not be hard to run off. You lift it and it goes up an inch. Fuck.

The door opens and he’s there again. “You like to run?” He asked.

You didn’t even see him but saw the smile in his voice. The low voice urged you to back away. “No.”

“Not what I’ve been told.”

You shake your head. “I’m not good at it.”

“I still like the hunt.” His eyes glinted danger and you’re done talking waiting for him to make his commands. “Who are you?”

“My name is no difference to you. But I’ll tell you so that you can use it when you cum. It’s Ubbe.”

“Odd name.”

“Odd circumstances. Come, you must get to Helga.”

The woman from before, you follow him down the narrow hall to the open room from before. You say nothing as the two talk. You twiddle your fingers and then she turns to you. “Here.” She hands you the cup of pills. “Take them.”

“What are they?”

“Do not talk to me.” Her thick accent wavers. “Just go ahead and take them. Now.”

“What are the pills?”

“You’re defiant. They are vitamins. You look defeated and we need you on the yellow floor in days. So take the fucking vitamins and shut up.”

“Water.”

“Swallow then, and then water.” Helga waits with her hands on her hips.

“I can’t I need water.”

“I can teach you how to swallow.” He says stepping in.

You heed the warning knocking back the pills dryly and she hands you a half cup of water.

“If she is to become yellow she needs no scratches, or bruises to pass Bjorn’s inspection. Tell your brother to mind his knives.”

“I’ll send my warning.” Ubbe grips your arm and moves quickly this time pass the room up the steps to another level. The air smelled crisp. “Wait here.”

You wait and you hear another voice. The familiar voice that you’d feared for days.

“You aren’t to damage her, per Helga.”

“I would never.” He stepped into the hallway. His devious smile didn’t offer any comfort. “What is your name?”

“Y/N. We have not been properly introduced.” Ivar leers. “I am Ivar, the trainer of sorts, and we will have our first lesson of sorts. Firstly, I want you to give me your eyes.”

You turn and notice the other one has left. The hall feels smaller as Ivar crowds your space. “It’s simple enough. The second is always swallow.”

Your palms grew sweaty as he steps near. “Okay.”

“I’ll go easy the first round.” And he flips you against the white wall tugging the scrubs down to the floor and he shoves his dick into you. The stretching sting of the pain slowly fades as your body adjusts to his quick strokes. Then you are slick and everything becomes easier. “Your sweet pussy is still tight.” He growls pressing his fingers down on your throat thrusting up into you. He felt different, thicker than his brother. And his motions were purposeful. He dragged himself in and out of you and you suppress the urge to moan, to enjoy his usage of your body. But it was harder than you could imagine. Your body reacted to him accordingly as your back arched and your legs weakened.

“Ah,” it slipped as you silenced yourself biting your lip when his skin slapped against yours and his teeth scraped across your neck.

“See how being a good girl will get you rewarded.” Your body bumps against the wall as his strokes become harder, nudging you over the edge of control. “You’re gonna make us so much money. That fucking pussy is a gold mine.” You could hear the smile again.

Shame floods you as your body climaxes and you shake against him.

“Gods.” He groaned. His thick fingers grab a handful of your coils and he pulls out of you forcing you to your knees. “Suck.”

His rigid cock glistened with your cum, “don’t make me repeat myself.” His three fingers smack your cheeks and then his thumb pulls your mouth open. You open and your mouth and he’s not gentle thrusting into your mouth like it was your pussy. Fast and hard he grips the back of your head suffocating you and then sliding back out taking a thin trail of saliva and then back in. You gag, and it does something for him, and you too for that matter. And then you feel it, the thick warm ribbon of cum sliding down your throat and still he fucks you until he’s semi hard pulling from your mouth.

He tilts your head up. “Fuck woman. Your mouth is like silk.” And he steps back. “Back to Red.”

“Red?”

“Your home for two more weeks. You have some learning to do.” He adjusts himself and shrugs. “Adjusting to blood.”

“Please let me go.”

“Don’t waste your time begging.” He laughs. “Your sorrow just makes me cock hard.”

The room seems cozier once your back. The bed has been made, there are books and a warm meal. Finally something more than the sandwich. You sit with the chicken breast and the potatoes glancing over the books. The first one is Les Miserable. How fitting. You flip to the start and the door opens.

“I brought you that one because it’s my favorite book.” Hvitserk said closing the door behind him.

“Thanks, a book from my captor. How sweet.”

He cut you a smile sitting in the wooden chair across from the bed. “I’m sorry, about this.”

“Don’t come in here spewing guilt. If you were sorry I’d be free.” You bite into the chicken. “I don’t want your pity unless it encourages you to open the door and let me go.”

“I can’t. It’s bigger than you think.”

“Your cowardice is bigger than you think. Get out. My body aches and my head can’t take this conversation.”

“I’ll go.” He smirked. He stands. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll have to fuck you again…”

“Okay.” You gulped.

“Make it easy, just take it.” Hvitserk said with a hint of remorse on his face.

“Yeah, I’ll do just that.” You glare. “Bye.”

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[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

5-15 for an oc from we do this to live? (because i’m really excited to read the fic even though i know basically nothing about it)

Haha well, my inbox/ask is always open if you want to hear anything about it!! I’m not a person that freaks about spoilers XD But I’m so glad you’re excited to read it!!!

And holy shit...so many questions o.o Um...I’ll do half of them for Marie and half for Geneva XD

5: Do they prefer sunny or rainy days?

Geneva used to prefer rainy days until her powers emerge. She never quite gets control over her skin’s/power’s sensitivity to water, so she prefers sunny days.

6: What is their biggest pet peeve?

Marie’s biggest pet peeve is anyone trying to act like they’re smarter than they are. Confidence is one thing, but arrogance really pisses her off. (She wouldn’t exactly see eye to eye with Tony.)

7: What is their favorite kind of food?

Marie’s popped in my head first and I had to because it’s so...childish. She never outgrows her love of poptarts. Like...she loves them. Hoards them for her computer room and will gladly only eat those if someone isn’t making sure she eats like a decent human.

8: What is their favorite and least favorite season?

Geneva’s favorite seasons are Fall and Winter only because the temperatures are cooler. Her powers have a painful side effect of her being a walking heater until she gets better control of them. It makes her absolutely miserable. New Orleans in the summer? Her least favorite time of year.

9: What are three words that you would use to describe their personality?

Geneva is...protective. Passionate (to a fault). And headstrong.

10: What is their best/worst quality?

Marie’s best quality is her drive. When she gets an idea in her head, there is no stopping her. If they didn’t have her, the Sentinel Program in We Do This To Live would succeed in the worst sort of way.

Her worst quality is her fear. Marie doesn’t like trying new things unless she knows it will be a success. That’s why she’s always the one doing the research and making the plans because...well, Geneva will jump in without much thought. They definitely have a yin/yang thing going on.

11: Would they be content to sit still for a long period of time, or do they need to constantly move around? 

Marie could sit at her computer for hours. And hours. And hours. Normally, family or friends have to tear her away. However - if there’s a plan she has to put together, she spins in her chair a lot.

12: What do they do when they are nervous?

Geneva babbles. Normally a woman of quick wit and few words, she doesn’t like wasting her breath. But if she’s nervous around someone or something, she babbles. A lot. It got to a point when she was training as a thief, that Remy decided to get her an ipod. She’d listen to music in one ear and it would distract her enough where she advanced her training rather quick.

13: Are they self conscious about anything?

Geneva is self conscious about the scar that goes from her right hand up to her shoulder. It also wraps around the right side of her ribcage and thigh. When her powers manifested (we’ll see her POV in Ch. 3 of We Do This To Live), she fell in the bayou. Lichtenburg scars appeared, never fading away.

She’s also self conscious about her eyes. The gold flecks were there since birth, but when her mutation manifested, the gold is practically liquid. It glows and swims in her eyes.

14: What do you associate them with?

I associate Marie with strength. Mostly in character because she lives in a world of thieves, but she doesn’t want to be one. Her father died because he took her uncle’s mission and her uncle raised her. She overcomes her fear of romance because of her feelings for Shuri. Though the Sentinels aren’t her fight, she does everything she can to help. So yeah - definitely associate her with strength.

15: What are their dreams and goals in life?

Marie’s goal is to spend the rest of her life in Wakanda, studying its amazing resources and understanding them. Her dream is to someday overcome her fear and live a life with Shuri, where mutants are safe and people who want to be heroes can be.

Geneva’s goal (for the longest time) is simply survival. Between her powers and the Sentinel program, that’s all she can focus on. But then it shifts from surviving to living. Enjoying her life because it’s the only one she has. Her dream is to not only live without fear, but to live with friends, family, and love. Love for them and love for herself and her powers.

Thank you for asking!!!

[bae-roman]

Can you do Fluff # 2, 5 & 7 for Roman and Bunny

“I missed you so much.” − 15 roman to Bunny

“OH you’re jealous!” − 5

“Have you always been this beautiful?”−4

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” − 11

“Why are you lying to me?” − 4

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” −17

“Are you hurt?”“No”“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” − 16

“I’ve never told you that before.” − 8

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” − 6

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” −2

“Please just kiss me already.” −7

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” −1

sad HC with a happy ending 

Happy HC

Roman and Bunny in an argument

General Roman angst

Roman being shitty

Hey guyssssss

So, I WROTE A THING

We got fluff,we got angst, we got some happy shit, we got some sad shit,we got roman being an asshole and Roman being sweet AND because I love you all so so dearly, we even got a lil bit of S M U T.

I was not lying when I said I combined a shit ton of prompts in an attempt to clear out my inbox, so please indulge with me under the cut.

As always, feel free to like, reblog, comment and/or send me asks about it

*Since there were SO many requests included in this, I posted all the asks at the end of the post!

All of this would happen closer to the beginning of their relationship, before they actually began a full on relationship.

Roman was still coping with the fact that he had actual caring feelings for someone and his way of dealing with it was occasionally going AWOL for a bit. He would basically ignore her and pretend she didn’t exist until he realized he was being an idiot and shouldn’t push away the best thing in his life. Since this was at the beginning, before he was actually her boyfriend, she was more tolerant of this type of behaviour. She could tell through the way that he asked her out the first time, that he wasn’t the best at feelings and emotions. She really liked him though, so she put her pride to the side and was beyond understanding  while he figured his own shit out.

Anyways, on a night out together, after one of Roman’s MIA weeks, they sat in a restaurant catching up. Roman was well aware he needed to tread carefully to keep her. He had done this multiple times at this point and knew that if he continued with the way he was acting, Bunny’s patience would soon run out.

Roman loved flirting with Bunny, especially in the early days of their relationship. She would get so obviously flustered and he found it quite the ego boost (not that he needed one). Tonight they were speaking so suggestively that at one point, he couldn’t help but notice just how red her cheeks were. He looked her up and down smugly, “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Bunny took a sip of  wine and tilted her head, “Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that?” she asked, only slightly uncomfortable by Roman’s intense and unwavering ogling. “No…” he shook his head, “It’s just”, he leaned in closer to her, “have you always been this beautiful?” She raised her brow and took another sip, “you’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” she teased. Roman smirked, “What can I say? I just missed you so much” Bunny snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

The rest of dinner went just like that. Roman showering her in only half sarcastic compliments in an attempt to smooth things over between them and Bunny not fully buying his game but allowing him to continue just because she missed this, and him.

As they were leaving dinner, Roman told her he had a surprise for her. Despite Bunny’s many attempts to get him to tell her what it was, he kept his mouth shut, refusing to give her as much as a hint. After a bit, Roman pulled up to the parking lot of a carnival. The same carnival where they got stuck that night. Bunny looked a him curiously and he just grinned , “Remember when we listed all the places we haven−”

But before he could finish what he was saying, Bunny groaned loudly and interrupted him.

“Oh god, please not the list again. Seriously Roman, when has this list ever worked out for us? Every time some shit happens and−” “But you cum, don’t you?”

As much as she didn’t want to agree, the boy had a point.

The list, for your information, was something they came up with when they were stuck in the ferris wheel. One of the ways they kept themselves entertained for those 2 hours was making a list of other places they never had sex in. It was a pretty achievable list Roman thought, so he made a point to cross a couple off. The problem was that every single time they tried to accomplish anything off it, things never ran smoothly; like the cornfield where they ended up scarring a child for life and almost getting charged with public indecency or on top of the old water tower where Roman thrust into her so hard that the safety pole got loose and they almost fell to their deaths or in the pond in the forest where they saw a bear − they didn’t have much luck with the list okay, but Roman was persistent and next on their list? A haunted house.

Bunny gave him a slightly irritated look before finally agreeing and getting out of the car, “Fine. But I’m only agreeing to this because I haven’t been dicked down in 8 days and I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get some soon.”

Roman chuckled but then, as her words sunk in and he stopped in his tracks,  “8 days? I haven’t seen you in 2 weeks”

Bunny mentally cursed herself. When Roman ghosted her again, she got annoyed but after 6 days with no messages, calls or anything? She was straight up pissed. Now, Bunny was never one to sit and mope about a boy or let one consume her whole life so while Roman was handling all of his issues, Bunny went on as she normally would. And then, when she needed a fuck and Roman was still not talking to her? She found someone else.

Was he as hot as Roman?

No.

Was he as good as Roman?

No.

Did she feel the way she felt with Roman when she was with him?

Also no, but he was there and good enough for a hook up so she did it.

Her and Roman weren’t in a relationship and thus had never talked about being exclusive. She didn’t feel guilty about what she did and it wasn’t a secret, but it also wasn’t something she planned on telling the guy she actually liked −  intentionally at least.

“Right, 2 weeks. That’s what I meant.” Bunny hoped that Roman would accept her lie and that they could just move foreword with their plans, but of course that didn’t happen.

“Bullshit”.

“No it’s not”

“Why are you lying to me? I’m not your fucking boyfriend. You can fuck whomever you want.”

Ouch, Bunny thought to herself.

“Fine, I fucked someone else ok?”

Roman bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “So what, was he some other stranger you met at a club and fucked in an alley? Or did you fuck another billionaire so he’d take you to expensive dinners and trips too?” His words dripped with venom despite his casual tone.

“No, dickhe−”

“ −You make them use a condom when they fuck you? Or do you let them cum in you too?”

“ Yeah, that’s my thing, actually. I find rich guys at clubs, seduce them and then try to get knocked up. That’s been my game plan the entire time. Sorry I didn’t tell you before, I wanted it to be a surprise.” Bunny pushed her stomach out and wrapped her arms around it like an expectant mother would. She turned to face roman and in a mocking voice said, “I’m due in 6 months, it’s yours.”

“Fuck you.”

“Why do you care so much? You said it yourself, you’re not my boyfriend so why does it matter to you who I fuck? − Oh shit, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Roman laughed humourlessly at her accusation, “ Jealous? Is that a joke? You’re nothing more to me than some kinky slut who lets me fuck her on demand. If your pussy wasn’t so tight and you required more than a lousy dinner to put out, I would’ve left you on the street like every other whore and never looked back” he spat.

Bunny saw red.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? You pretend to be this big man but you’re really just a fucking teenager so terrified that everyone’s going to leave you, you can’t even admit your feelings. You act so nice on dates and trips and we have such a good time but then whenever shit gets too real you run away with your dick tucked between your legs. You’re such a fucking coward. I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time letting you figure your shit out, you − You know what? Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole. I’m over you and all of your baggage. I’d tell you not to call me, but we both know you’ve already got a gold medal in pretending I don’t exist” Bunny ranted loudly while marching away from him.

The fairgrounds were much too far from home for her to walk, but she didn’t care. She was so sick of his shit and would walk 1000 miles just to prove a point. Her plan, realistically was to call an uber once she was out of sight but Roman didn’t need to know that. Bunny wanted him to physically see her walk out of his life and hoped he marvelled at her ass for the rest of his lonely miserable existence, knowing what he gave up.

Bunny cared for Roman, she really did but the fact that he had the nerve to say such nasty things to her, especially when she did nothing wrong. She wanted to scream at him more. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs that she was guilty of nothing. He’d ghosted her, once again. She hadn’t seen of heard from him in days. He pretended she didn’t exist, what was she supposed to do? Wait by her phone until he decided to stop being an ass? He wasted space and she gave it to him, he needed to grow up. She stopped herself though, knowing that anything she’d say would fall on deaf ears. Whatever small part of him cared about her clearly didn’t outweigh his disrespect for her and she was finally done.

Although dramatically storming off went well in her head, Bunny forgot about one very important factor − her shoes. Her beautiful expensive shoes that made her ass look fantastic but were insanely uncomfortable and hard to walk in, especially on loose gravel. So, when Bunny took off she was fine for a minute before slipping and falling flat on her face then rolling down into the ditch.

While Roman was beyond pissed at her and didn’t want to give any indication that he cared, her fall looked pretty bad so begrudgingly, he went to check on her.

“Are you hurt?” he called over as he approached her

“No. Not like you actually give a fuck” she grumbled,  mumbling the last part to herself, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“They aren’t bruises, they’re rocks” Bunny stated matter of factly, brushing them off her face. Not wanting to cause any further harm to her ego, she tried to continue her dramatic exit only to cry out in pain as she took a step. Of course she managed to  fuck up her ankle, she thought to herself.

Hearing her yelp, Roman instinctively rushed to her side and tried to support her but she pushed him away.

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help, just go”

“I’m not leaving you like this, you can’t even walk …. the last thing I need is for you to get murdered because I left you here all alone, the press would have a field day and I don’t need any more bad PR.” Roman quickly added the last part to save himself from showing his genuine concern over her safety and wellbeing.

Bunny rolled her eyes and imitated him before pushing him away again, trying − and failing − once more to carry on with her journey home.

“Look, let me at least take you to the first aid tent, ok? Then I’ll leave forever and they’ll give you some ice for your ankle and you can do whatever you want.”

The last thing a Bunny wanted to do was spend a single second more with Roman but she knew how stubborn he was and her ankle really did hurt.

“Fine.”

With that, Roman scooped Bunny up into his arms and headed towards the tent.

The walk was awkward and silent. They had both just screamed horrible things to each other and decided to never speak again yet here they were.

When they finally arrived at the first aid tent , they observed that it was just one man by himself. He stood up when he saw Bunny and Roman coming up to him and led them inside the tent, instructing them to tell him what had happened.

Roman had initially intended to drop Bunny off and then leave right away, but there was something about the way the guy − Jordan, according to his name tag − was leering at Bunny that made even Roman feel uncomfortable, so he decided to stick around.

Bunny was too busy focusing on her ankle and didn’t even realize the way Jordan was treating her. To be fair, Bunny was slightly intoxicated and always had trouble realizing when someone was checking her out or making a move. She was always afraid of becoming one of those girls who thought any time anyone spoke to her, it was just because they wanted to get with her. She ended up overcompensating for this so much that it was rare she noticed when someone was actually flirting with her. Bunny knew she was attractive, of course, she just wasn’t snobby about it.

Jordan had her sit on one of the portable gurneys and brought her an ice pack. Despite Roman’s gut instinct, Jordan seemed fine, until he put his hands on Bunny’s shoulders. This act also clued Bunny in on Jordan’s intentions.

“So, does anything else hurt?” He asked, giving her shoulders a light rub.

Just as Bunny was going to threaten to break Jordan’s arms if he didn’t get them off of her, Roman stood up and walked closer. “It’s her ankle that’s fucked up, not her shoulder so I suggest you take your grimy hands off of them.” “hey man”, Jordan raised his arms, “ I’m just making sure she’s okay, head injuries can be sneaky. We wouldn’t want you to have a concussion now, would we?” He asked, placing his hands back on her and giving her shoulders a squeeze and letting his fingers fall much lower than appropriate.

Bunny jerked away from his touch, “Get the fuck off of me, creep.”

Roman grabbed the guy by the collar and held him off the ground, “Apologize to the lady and get the fuck out or I will break every bone in your perverted little body” he growled.

Jordan stuttered out an apology and speed walked back outside.

Roman looked Bunny over, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah, thanks.”

It was quiet for a while until she spoke up again, You didn’t have to do that,you know. I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.”

Bunny nodded again carefully.

Once again, they were surrounded by an awkward silence.

“About what I said before, I should have - well I mean it was partially true and you did kind of deserve it,  but…”, she shook her head. “…I should have said it nicer.”

Roman snorted, “are you seriously apologizing to me right now?”

“Well it’s not really an apology but I guess”

He looked at her incredulously, “I should be apologizing to you. You were right. About everything. I have no right to be jealous and I do push people away and I’m sorry for what I said. It was fucked up and I didn’t mean it and I… I’m an asshole but I’m sorry. I.. I’m new to all of this” he rambled, running a hand through his now disheveled hair.

“I’ve never actually liked a girl before − not like this, not like I like you and I− I’m a really shit guy Bunny and you deserve better. But every time I try to to the right thing and leave you alone, I just can’t stay away. It’s like I’m addicted to you or some shit and−” “Shut up!” Bunny yelled, surprising even her self.

Roman just looked at her.

“You are a dick, and we definitely need to have a proper discussion about all of this later but right now… please, just kiss me already.”

Roman obeyed and kissed her passionately.

Bunny pulled away and grabbed his chin in her palm, looking straight into his eyes she said, “If you ever pull any shit like that again, I’m done Roman, I swear. I will stay out of your life forever and no amount of gifts or apologies will ever bring me back, got it?”

Roman nodded.

The two of them repositioned themselves on the gurney so that she was sitting in-between his legs, leaning on his broad chest, still icing her ankle.

They talked about little things, but mostly they took comfort in each other’s presence, both thankful that things ended up the way they did. After a while, Bunny again broke the silence,

“Roman?”

“hmm?”

“You ever have sex in a first aid tent?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

That was all the invitation Roman needed. Making sure the coast was clear, he hiked Bunny’s dress up, ready to slip his fingers into her pretty panties that she always wore but to his pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing any.

He moaned at the sight of her while Bunny sucked gently on his neck and collar.

Roman ran his fingers up and down her folds, teasing her entrance before tapping her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, sucking his long fingers clean. Roman removed his fingers from her mouth slowly and entered them inside her other opening.

Bunny let out a hiss, throwing her head back into Roman’s chest.

He only got to tease her for a little before she pushed his hands away and scooted down the bed. She turned around and grabbed his belt, taking it off easily she yawned down his briefs and took his whole length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down until he was nice and hard, occasionally sucking on his balls and licking the tip of his member.

Roman reached for bunny and grabbed her by her waist, moving her so that her core was right above his member. She gripped his cock and ran it between her folds a few times, getting it and herself wetter before finally sinking down on it.

Bunny took his full length into her and continued to ride him, the pair finding each other’s lips as they fucked.

Although it may have started out sweet, the tone quickly changed as Roman grabbed a fistful of Bunny’s hair and pulled.

“That guy ever fuck you as good as I do?”

“No daddy” Bunny moaned out

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you”

Bunny moaned and Roman grabbed at her hair again, harder this time, “Haven’t you?” he repeated sternly.

“So bad.”

“That’s what I thought. You know what bad girl’s get, don’t you Bunny?”

She nodded and with that, Roman brought his hand down roughly over her left ass cheek.

They continued until they reached their climaxes, first Bunny with Roman following no long after.  

Once they were finished, and Bunny’s ankle was feeling better, Roman turned to her and gave her a soft kiss, “I really did miss you, you know”, he murmured against her plump lips. Bunny nuzzled her nose against his and smiled. “I missed you too.”

“So can we stop talking about feelings and shit now? Because I think I’m going to barf.”

Bunny chucked and tucked a strand a hair behind her ear, “yeah, we can.”

“Thank god. I’m going to check out that haunted house now, go with me?”

“Fine. As long as you hold my hand.”

Roman grimaced but complied with her request anyways, grasping her little hand with his big one

They left the tent, giving Joran nearly identical death glares as they headed towards their original destination.  

The haunted house was more fun than she imagined. Bunny swore she almost saw Roman jump but could never say for sure. After one particularly unexpected ‘monster’ jumped out at them, Roman grabbed onto her arm for a second. Bunny turned to him and laughed, “scared Godfrey?”

“Yeah, terrified. Actually, If you don’t hug me right now I think I just might fall apart” His words dripped with sarcasm but Bunny gripped onto him tighter anyways. She’d almost lost him once tonight and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“ Hey Bunny?”

“yeah?”

“Do you think it would be too ambitious of us to cross two things off our list tonight?” he whispered.

“Not at all”

With that, Roman pulled her into an empty room where they could accomplish what he originally intended to do tonight.

[artificialqueens]

Pressed for Time (Branjie) - Anonymous

A/N: This is part of a larger verse I cooked up in order indulge my love of all of the most cliched tropes in existence. All you really need to know right now is that Brooke owns a burlesque club and Vanessa is a college senior. There will probably be more of this verse, hopefully some backstory coming soon! I just have a habit of skipping to the porn. Helps me get the feel of the world.

This whole thing is a direct result of the fact that Brooke refuses to stop calling herself mommy on Twitter. Does she know what that’s doing to us? Does know she’s killing me? Does she care?

CW for mommy kink, D/s dynamics, public sex, and mild exhibitionism.

This story is also on AO3, if that’s your preferred viewing method: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19069117

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“Hey baby girl.”

Vanessa starts at the voice in her ear, but quickly relaxes as Brooke’s arms slide around her waist.

“Hiya hot stuff…”  Vanessa says, craning her head back to plant a kiss on Brooke’s jaw. “You looked good up there.” Brooke didn’t perform much nowadays; the day to day operations of the club are more than a full time job. It’s nice to see her on stage, though, in her element. It’s where she belongs.

Vanessa turns, stepping back to give her a once-over. The purple caftan with the gold bikini is always a crowd pleaser. She looks like an actual goddess in it, the chiffon flowing behind her, her body moving like water, absolutely commanding the attention of the room. Vanessa doesn’t get out to the club as much as she’d like anymore, but it’s fun, sometimes, to sit in a room full of people who are equally as captivated by Brooke’s every move as she is. It reminds her that she’s not insane; Brooke really is that good.

With Vanessa in her scuffed up Converse and Brooke in 5 inch stilettos, Brooke towers over her, even more than normal. It makes Vanessa feel tiny, makes her wish Brooke would maybe move a little closer, maybe press her back against a wall, cage her in, pin her like a butterfly… she catches herself chewing on her lip, breath quickening in the space between them.

Twirling a strand of long, white blonde hair in her fingers, Brooke purses her lips knowingly, eyes twinkling.

Stepping closer, she reaches out and curls her long, slender fingers around Vanessa’s hips, pulling her in so Vanessa has to crane her neck to look at her.

“How much time you got before you’re up again?” Vanessa asks, her whole body heating up. She’s already turned on and Brooke hasn’t even done anything.

Brooke shrugs, “Long enough to get you off and maybe answer a few emails.”

Vanessa’s breath leaves her in a gust, “Not gonna take me long.”

Grinning, Brooke takes her hand, pulling her down the hallway towards the back exit.

“You gonna fuck me in the alley?” Vanessa says, confused, “Let’s go to your office.”

Brooke shakes her head, “Nina’s using it.”

“So? It’s your office!”

“Not when I’m dressed like this it’s not,” Brooke says. “She who runs the show gets the big desk.”

Brooke pokes her head into the main dressing room to grab her phone and tell the other performers that she’s going for some air.

“Let’s go get into trouble, huh?” She smiles, taking Vanessa’s hand and tugging her down the hall, through the heavy metal door and into the dark alley.

The space behind the club is no stranger to a spot of public indecency, so Vanessa is relieved to see that the conveniently located alcove next to the door is unoccupied save for the omnipresent empty condom box and the pair of red panties that have lived there for the past 6 months.

“Now,” Brooke says, her voice taking on that low, stern-edged tone that always makes Vanessa’s knees weak. “Mommy’s got some emails to catch up on, but that’s no reason for you to be ignored, right?” She backs Vanessa into the brick wall, using her height to box her in.

Gasping, Vanessa feels a hand gliding up under her frayed denim skirt, her legs parting almost unconsciously, opening herself up for Brooke’s touch.

“There’s my good girl,” Brooke says with a smile, studying Vanessa’s face as she runs her fingers over the damp cotton of her panties. Vanessa has to bite her lip, trembling, barely able to keep her hips still. She wants to grind down against Brooke’s fingers, but she knows better than to try to dictate the pace.

“Did you get a little hot in there, baby? Did you like watching mommy dance?”

Vanessa nods, a breathless whine escaping her as Brooke starts to stroke her through her panties, fingers playing over her clit, the most infuriating tease.

“You looked so sexy, mommy…” Vanessa says, scraping her nails over the brick behind her, grasping at the last tendrils of her self-control.

Brooke glances at her phone, “Fuck, I’ve got like five minutes.” She says, pulling Vanessa’s panties to the side and pressing two fingers against her clit, rubbing in circles. “Tell mommy what you want, baby,” she scrolls through her inbox and selects an email, then turns her eyes back to Vanessa’s flushed face. “Do you need to be fucked?”

Vanessa’s whole body burns at the question, at the thought of Brooke’s fingers inside her, at how much she needs it. The fact that she’s soaking Brooke’s hand should be answer enough, but she knows it’s not.

“Yeah,” she starts, her voice low and breaking. She clears her throat, “Yeah, mommy, I fuckin’ need it so bad… please?”

Brooke’s eyes are on her phone again, but she smiles.

“Good girl,” she says, as two of her long fingers plunge unceremoniously into Vanessa’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Vanessa whines, clenching around the sudden intrusion and then quickly melting into it, rolling her hips against Brooke’s hand. Brooke wastes no time, pumping in and out at a pace that makes Vanessa’s head spin, the slick sound of it amplified in the small space.

“So wet for mommy,” Brooke murmurs, eyes on her phone and a smirk on her lips. She gives a particularly deep thrust, wiggling her fingers and causing a full body shudder. “You were a good girl today, huh?”

Vanessa nodded, heat pooling in her belly. They don’t have any permanent rules, mostly because Vanessa can’t remember to follow them, but Brooke did like to forbid her from touching herself every now and then, when the mood struck her. Never more than a few days, but that’s a lifetime for a girl like Vanessa. She’s got needs.

“Mommy’s good girl,” Brooke says, and there’s the wooshing sound of an email being sent, and then Brooke tucks her phone into the strap of her bra, turning her full attention to Vanessa. She’s opening her mouth to speak when the door swings open.

“Brooke?” Comes Nina’s voice, an edge of panic there that only a stressed out stage manager could possess.

“Over here!” Brooke calls cheerfully, and Vanessa groans, burying her face in Brooke’s neck. She knows she’s all but invisible behind her, but she’s also acutely aware of Brooke’s hand between her legs, which has barely slowed, fingers still thrusting, that obscene noise still echoing off the alcove walls.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Brooke!” Nina exclaims as she rounds the corner. “I need you in costume for the next number in three minutes or I swear to god–”

“Oh, this won’t take long,” Brooke replies, smiling over her shoulder at Nina. As she speaks, she presses the heel of her hand against Vanessa’s clit, and it’s all she can do to keep from screaming, rolling her hips against the pressure, fucking herself that much harder onto Brooke’s fingers. “See?”

Nina gives a longsuffering sigh and turns back towards the club. “Have fun, Vanjie,” she calls as the door closes behind her.

Brooke turns back to Vanessa, meeting her eyes with an intensity that makes her feel like she’s paralyzed. Being the focus of Brooke’s full attention is dazzling, even overwhelming at times. She has the ability to reduce Vanessa to incoherency with nothing but a look in her cool grey eyes, a quirk of her beautiful lips, a twitch of one perfectly arched brow. Vanessa couldn’t be more smitten if she tried.

“Mommy’s got stuff to do,” Brooke murmurs, running her fingers through Vanessa’s hair with a gentleness that belies the fervor of her other hand, fucking Vanessa so hard and so fast she’d be a puddle on the ground if Brooke wasn’t pinning her to the wall. “You almost there, baby?”

“M'gonna come…” Vanessa whispers, nodding, voice quaking, hands coming to rest on Brooke’s shoulders, gripping the delicate chiffon as hard as she dares. “Oh, fuck, mommy, fuck–”

She has to snake her arms around Brooke’s neck for support as her orgasm hits, rolling over her like a tidal wave, tearing a rough-edged cry from her throat.. Brooke fucks her through it, meeting every jerky motion of Vanessa’s hips, flicking at her clit and smiling when Vanessa lets out a whine, hypersensitive but still eager.

It feels like literal minutes pass before her muscles relax, aftershocks still buzzing through her as she feels Brooke’s long fingers leave her body.

She almost blacks out as she watches Brooke bring her fingers to her lips, sucking on them one at a time, eyes closed, sighing in pleasure.

She opens her eyes with rueful grin. “Well that was just a tease,” she says, grazing her eyes down Vanessa’s body like she’s actually trying to calculate if she has enough time to eat her out before she has to be on stage.

The door creaks open again.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes, if you’re not in that fucking leotard in thirty seconds you’re going to have to hire a new stage manager.”

“And you know how much I hate interviews,” Brooke says over her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to Vanessa’s cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. She swipes her thumb over Vanessa’s lips, pulling the bottom one down, smiling when she flicks her tongue out at it. “Mommy’s sweet girl.”

With that, she turns and heads back into the building. Vanessa hears her heels clicking down the hall until the door closes with a bang, and then there’s nothing but the relative silence of the alley. She tries to push herself off the wall, but finds her knees can’t support her.

She’s gonna need a minute.

[sweetbunnykook]

Only You (6)

Word Count: 10,037 // angst (mention of dub-con), a hint of smut

Photographer!Jungkook X Noona!Reader

Summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

A/N: Thank you so much for waiting so long! II hope y’all enjoy it! Would definitely love to hear your thoughts so feel free to jump in my inbox and scream after reading lol - 🐰

Yori opened her eyes to be greeted with the sight of her future husband sprawled on the sofa of his motel room. Namjoon had decided to drink his night away after his father paid him a pity visit at the room, surprised to see him in such a bloodied state but did not feel the need to question even when Yori explained what had happened. The older man was two weeks late to the news. Two. And he didn’t flinch when he hears about this Jeon Jungkook crushing his son’s nose into pieces. Before Yori could even add a single bitter adjective in her sentence about you, he’d turned his back on Namjoon and only advised the couple to stay away from you, to Yori’s displeasure. He didn’t ask if the child growing inside her was okay. He picked up his umbrella, his golf gloves, and left. It was no surprise that he would still be cold towards both his son and his son’s mistress; Namjoon may have made a grave mistake but reputation was forever. The people who were at the wedding night had close ties with the Kim family’s companies, unfortunately. The older Kim carried the shame of having an immature son as his only remaining heir, which is a bit hypocritical considering most men that talk behind the Kims’s backs has a few skeletons in their closets as well.

Through the entire tense visit, Namjoon barely spoke a word; but, as soon as the man left, he was fetching a bottle from the fridge. Yori pleaded for him, threatened to kill him, threatened to give away the child if he keeps this self-pity routine, but her words fell on deaf ears as he continued chugging his life down his throat. He’d fallen asleep in his jeans and loose button-down, half tucked in and half pulled taught up his stomach from tossing and turning all night. A stiff beige bandage was wrapped around the bridge of his nose and a few bruises scattered around the nose like oversized freckles. His oily hair was combed away from his forehead because even in his sleep, Namjoon had a habit of shrugging away his ticklish bangs. There was a half-empty bottle of alcohol on the nightstand next to him and inside the breast pocket of his unbuttoned shirt a platinum chain hung. Yori knew exactly what the necklace was and who it was for; after all, she was the one that suggested the idea of giving a necklace to you after the wedding.

Now, sitting under the soft morning light that filtered through the lavender curtains, she stared long and hard at the man who she was going to marry, the man who shares half of the DNA of the child growing inside her. At one point in her life she felt sorry for him, but the bitterness bites her back twice as hard when the thought wrings her head. Men have always been so good with feeling sorry for themselves for their own fuck-ups. Namjoon couldn’t have a backbone for once and face his consequences, face his future, face the fact that he had so little to lose compared to the woman he impregnated.

Yori expected the pain of knowing the person she wanted to marry will be in this pathetic disheveled state for a while, but she’d miscalculated the pain of losing you. He may have lost his ideal fiancée, but she lost her best friend, her sister, a better half of her. She lost her whole world way before she kept his bed warm, yet, nobody except her knew. It was a type of suffering that was created by choice, which makes it all the more painful. Months have passed yet Namjoon’s existence remained like that of a ghost. The baby was due in a handful of weeks but he had not glanced back twice at her unless it was to speak of their schedules, their lifestyle needs, like they were a pair of office workers on parallel shifts. She fetched her prenatal medications, scheduled her own appointments, drove herself to the hospital when she needed to while Namjoon wasted his days away in denial. Yori kept her head high still. Did she really think, after going through all of that shit because of men, that she will let people see her as a pitiful second-choice? An accident that can’t take care of herself? She filled the lack of support with money.  She was to spend as much money as she needs – with approval from his father, of course – and it wasn’t such a bad life, she found. People liked her for her pretty face and thick wallet; without the money, without the Kim family’s name attached, she would’ve lost to you and your lowly photographer boyfriend.

She hoped the excitement of living a lavish life would be enough for her. For the child too. Namjoon has turned into dust and, unlike him, she will live with her consequences without expectations for others to treat her kindly. She doesn’t want any love. In fact, she doesn’t need it at all when she already won. It was true victory to see you sticking with your photographer boyfriend and Kim Seokjin, that little boy who never grew up to be a man. Even then, she sometimes yearned for Namjoon’s warm hand on her stomach to give the child resting inside some sense of comfort.

But no, he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t even look at her.

Blinking a few times into the dim morning, Yori swung her feet over the edge of the bed and settled her manicured feet on the cheap carpet, wiggling her swollen toes. No matter how many times she’d pleaded for him to come stay with her at the villa where Namjoon’s father had – reluctantly – gave her a place to carry the child in peace, he still came back to this cheap motel with its hideous lavender sheets that reeked of even cheaper detergent. Was a shitty room better than her bed? She refused to think about the answer. It didn’t matter anyway. Women like her were better off alone; she won’t have the time to babysit two children once she gives birth in the coming month.

Sighing heavily, Yori walked to the sanitized bathroom with a hand over her lower stomach and closed the door behind her, settling her eyes in the mirror in front of her that revealed the top half of her naked frame. She sat on the toilet and relieved her full bladder, grateful that she was not cursed with morning sickness, only a full bladder every few hours. Once she wiped herself clean, washed her hands in the cracked sink and stretched her neck from side to side to undo the knots, she faced the mirror. A few stretchmarks adorned the sides of her overgrown breasts and some crust had formed around the darkened areolas. Although the pregnancy added extra weight onto her stomach, she could see how she had the same youthful face that drove men crazy. Despite the marks of motherhood making its way onto the surface in the last stage of her pregnancy, she still remained the same, terrified young woman with a future as complicated as her childhood.

Before she destroyed her only friend’s life, Namjoon had kissed her face with such fervor. This young, beautiful face with its long lashes, doll lips, faint freckles, an aristocratic nose, and arched eyebrows. She was convinced that he was in love with her and hoped that he would save himself the heartbreak when he realizes that she will never feel the same towards a man that cheats consistently. He once had kissed her nose and made her giggle with childish glee, filling her body from the tip of her fingers to the tips of her toes with warm affection. Even then, edged in his caresses and passion was his adoration for you, the woman whose shadow Yori lived under. He saw you in her lips, in her whimpers and moans, in her laughter and tears. She could imagine how easy it was Namjoon to hold her, after all, she had spent so much time with you that you and her finished each other’s sentences.

You held so much power over these men, and you didn’t even have to try.

A solemn smile crept up to her face and she wiped it away quickly, flicking her soft hair behind her shoulders. She twisted the gold lock on the door before stepping closer to the mirror and grabbing her face in her hands, rubbing her soft pink lips and high cheekbones.

“How did you get someone like that?” She whispered to no one in particular but the image of your boyfriend’s face came into mind. This Jeon Jungkook, a photographer with a bank account less than a fraction of Namjoon’s family’s assets. “You’re so fucking bland.”

She’d heard about your new boy toy, this very young person who had the face of a model and the physique of a Greek god. Yori was impressed with your catch, she has to admit. Jungkook was rather attractive and if she was in college, he would’ve been one of the men in her list of many. But she won’t dwell on such compliments because beauty is so temporary; once Jungkook grows older – or you grow older – you’ll grow out of love. It’s as simple as that. She’d entertained herself with the thought of you going from fucking the son of a respected businessman to throwing your body at the first young face that gave you attention. The fact that he was the photographer at your wedding was the cherry on the top. It had garnered many giggles when she’d told her circle of friends, some of who had been bridesmaids at your wedding. News had traveled right into Namjoon’s father’s office, earning a melancholy sigh from the father figure who’d adored your existence ever since you stepped into the Kim household.

It would be true to say Yori didn’t expect you to jump into another relationship so quickly and look so content. Despite the ceaseless gossip that she started – which she is sure you would know about – you stayed with this new boy longer than she thought. And in those two weeks that passed since the night Namjoon’s nose was crushed into powder, she felt a bitter taste at the thought that you moved on happily while she is still smothering her emotional needs under Chanel shoes and Louis Vuitton bags. And a carriage for the baby of course.  

You, the pity-princess, practically glowed as you stood next to that tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend who didn’t even spare a glance at her direction with a look of discomfort. There was anger, disgust, and all of it was because you got your little feelings hurt when Namjoon spoke to you for the first time in months. Yori wanted some type of reaction – anything really – from you that would give her a peace of mind but you simply had tears in your eyes that disappointed her greatly. What happened to the strong woman whose shadow towered over her? Where was the woman that earned respect with words while she had to act unapproachable to receive the same praise? Yori found that you really are the same as you’ve always been. That meek little privileged girl who was too good for the world.

Why is it that everything just works out perfectly for you? You lose one prince overnight just to find your knight in shining armor waiting for you at the wedding that should’ve left you crumbled to pieces. You came back with the same boy you left with, showing very little sign of stopping your life because you lost the man you pined over your whole life, the man who was foolish enough to fall victim to lust.

This angered her the most. Because she stopped her life for a man that wasn’t worth her salt and even with this knowledge, still loved him.

Yori wanted your anger above all, to have you fall down to the hellish level she lived in all her life when she craved your validation above everyone else’s, when your validation was all she had as the orphan girl that inherited her parents’ wealth too soon and made poor decisions with it.

You and Yori were inseparable after you lost your father and she lost both her parents in the same year; twins from different parents and different years people would say. It was unfortunate that despite the familial love, you had overlooked so many things about her that made her think maybe you didn’t love her so much after all. In your drunken haze during the party that ended it all, you forgot about your best friend, your half. To add insult to injury, you remembered nothing the next morning. You didn’t notice how much she had changed overnight crying endlessly when you wore Namjoon’s engagement ring on your finger so nonchalant. You didn’t notice how she wanted nothing to do with your wedding and everything to do with hating the way you laughed, the way you talked, the way you oh-so-kindly shared your wish to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. You didn’t notice that you took that dream away from her when you allowed Kim Seokjin, the man she has been in love with her whole life, to do what he did that night.

‘Unnie, are you okay?’ Yori placed her palm over your forehead, making you giggle and lean into her. She catches you in her arms and helps you lean against her shoulder for support.

You nod, brushing your cheeks against her shoulder. “Y-Yeah,” you murmured, “I’m just so…fucking wasted.”

Yori giggles along with you, pushing your head away from her as if she was pretending to be fed up with your antics for the night.

The house that she rented for the night was filled with alcohol in every corner; beer, wine, and other heavy liquors line the floors and covered tables. The modest house sat slightly isolated near a mountain, keeping an appropriate distance away from the next occupied house. It was an odd place to build a house in but perfect for college students to drink, socialize, and have wall-banging sex. Not that anyone would want to be caught having sex at a party, especially with the graduating class present. Who knows where rumors might travel. Because of how close-knit the privileged community you were born into and Yori was raised near is, people don’t want to risk creating a bad impression on future coworkers. Talk about networking.

“Is Jin here?” Yori asks over the music, brushing your hair back and leaning close to your ears. “I haven’t seen him at all.”

You sip on the dirty martini, swaying slightly into your best friend and then slightly away from her and into the curtains that hung over the windows. “Yeah, I s-saw him earlier buttttttt,” you burp, giggling again, “he disappeared again, probably to get some for the night, you know what I mean?”

Yori’s smile falters but you were enjoying the music and the liquor too much to notice, paying just enough attention to answer and not enough to see her reaction.

“Do you want me to go find him?” You ask, keeping your back against the wall as one of the straps of your glimmering peach Yves Saint Laurent dress falls down your shoulders. Yori must say she has never seen you loosen up so much that you almost looked like the typical fun girl if it wasn’t for your bare feet. With a pair of platform heels you would look like her on a Saturday night.

“No, it’s okay,” she answers, taking your martini from your manicured hands and downing the drink before returning the glass to you. “I’ll go find him. I have to tell him something. Stay here, I’ll be back!”

You raise the glass at her as a promise and drag your bare feet across the empty bottles, palming the corners of the marble kitchen counters to find any wine left.

It was a good night to get drunk, especially since Namjoon didn’t even bother contemplating coming with you. A simple maybe would have been nice. I’m too busy, he said and you remembered something along the lines of him having to prepare for a meeting with his father’s associates. You couldn’t care less now, not with the alcohol in your system, filling you with warmth and a constant buzz that feel oh-so-good in the back of your head. You’ll have a killer headache the next morning, but now, you simply didn’t care.

You’re not sure how long Yori had been gone or how much you’ve drank because the house was slightly empty, the noise now moved to the lawn where people gathered around the campfire once one of the sophomores came back to the house with a bag of marshmallows and chocolates. You stretch an arm to grab the jello shot next to an empty bottle and miss the mark completely, seeing doubles at this point. Your hand slips from the marble and you let out a panicked squeal, your knees digging straight into the glass shards of a broken rum bottle laying dangerously close to the overfilled trash bin.

You groan falling to your elbows and bringing your knees up to your chest, only seeing blotches of blood and feeling the pain intensify as you fumble to remove the shard.

Suddenly a hand wraps around your shoulders, hoisting you up against the counter and keeping you pinned with his arm sliding down to your waist as he uses his other hand to yank out the shard that was lodged deep in your knee cap. Warm liquid trickles down your waxed legs and you moan, muttering incoherently at the man who was now looking around for a kitchen towel.

“Jesus, fuck,” he muttered, grabbing a vodka-soaked towel to hold it against your bruised knee. You hiss, hands darting forwards to hold onto him by his shoulders. “It’s okay, I got you.”

“Y-Yori-ah,” you murmur into his shoulder as he throws the bloody rag into the sink and wraps an arm around your leg, holding you bridal-style against his chest.

“How much did you even drink?” Jin questions you only to have you giggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and digging your face into his neck. “I can’t believe Joon left you alone.”

He carries you upstairs, looking for an unoccupied room and luckily finding one in the corner of the second floor that had a bed, a music records scattered across the floor (strangely with no record player in sight), and a bathroom attached on the opposite wall. A dirty condom was sprawled across an Alanis Morissette album and Jin peels his eyes away from it.

Perfect. Just perfect.

He sits you down on the bed, shaking his head with worry when you slump back onto the mattress with your dress hiked up to your thighs. You kick your legs above you and wiggle into the mattress, the pain in your knee now soothed by the hazy warmth that the martini and shots offered. Some blood trickles up to your knees and onto your thighs. You can hear the sound of wood hitting wood as Jin searches for a first aid kit in the bathroom, flinging cabinet doors open and digging through the pile of toiletries a few girls left on the counter.

He grabbed a pad from one of the girl’s bag and make his way over to you, kneeling in front of your legs and blinking away the alcohol in his system as he huffs a sigh against your knee. He rips open the small white seal and rips the orange plastic covering off before pressing the base of the pad against the leftover blood that had seeped down your shin. He pins down your legs with an arm around the back of your legs, making you whine with frustration as you can no longer kick your legs back and forth like a child. Such a petulant drunk you are.

“Jinnnnnnn,” you groan when he presses the pad gently onto the wound and waits for the blood to clot.

“What?”

You lift your body up, on your elbows, wobbling to one side as you do so, spitting out the strands of hair that stuck to your saliva-coated lips. “Does Joooooon love me?”

He doesn’t answer, merely looks up at you with his dark brown eyes.

“D-Did you hear meee?” You groan again, this time stumbling forward onto his shoulder. He drops the pad on the ground, frozen stiff. You wiggle closer to him, hiking the dress up your thighs further.

“Does Joon love me? O-or,” you hiccup, rubbing your cheeks on his shoulder, the fabric of his leather jacket so soft and cool against your skin. “Does he love someone else?”

His shaky fingers grasp the side of your face, thumb brushing over your lips while doing so. He catches the few tears that fell from the corner of your eyes and watches you as you grimace, a heartbroken sob leaving you as you curl into him further.

“He loves you.” Jin whispers although the words don’t register in his mind. His lips were moving by its own will, spurred by the loud music that masks the rapid beating of his heart, spurred by the shots he’d taken when he found out you came to this party without Namjoon, wearing something that made blood rush down south.

God, how long has it been since he’d smothered his feelings for you. How long has it been since he’d watched you over on the sidelines, garnering information from Yori when needed and keeping you at arm’s length because he knew rich girls don’t marry poor boys. He’d held many women hoping they would be you, wishing it’d be you that’s raking nails down his back, calling him before bed, touching yourself for his gaze. He knew that you saw him nothing more than a brother because you’d smack his arm, lean into him, and hug him so casually like you were completely oblivious to the way he thought about you.

He could only blame his own lack of courage because he feared rejection, because he didn’t want you to be the girl that gave up her future of fancy cocktail parties and financial security for him. Because he knows damn well that if he had pursued you with the intent to marry you, you would have fallen for him. He was confident that you would. You didn’t care as much about money but he knew you wouldn’t be able to live without it; you were from a whole different world than him. He didn’t want to change you and he didn’t want you to change him.

But it would be a lie to say the fruit you held over his head didn’t look so tantalizing.

This insecurity of yours about Namjoon’s love that would bubble to the surface. He wanted to use it against you, to say that he can love you better so you can go right ahead and forget about that fucker. But how could he, when you looked so perfect for Namjoon and he looked perfect for you. You both had it all; beauty, brains, everything. How can he whisk you away when he knew that one day, when you fall out of love with him, you would wonder how much better Namjoon would be as your husband.

‘He loves you…more than you think.’ Jin whispers, eyes unfocused.

His heart was racing, his palms were beginning to sweat and the nauseating sound of the music vibrating the walls was giving him a headache. He looks down at your face and regrets it completely, seeing the neediness in your eyes, your pink lips parted, doe eyes wide, mascara smudged in the small crinkles of your eyelids.

You huffed. “Then why won’t he touchhh me?”

Jin doesn’t answer.

He couldn’t answer.

Because he was digging his fingers into your hair, pulling the strands taught and arching your neck towards him, capturing your lips with his. He tasted the sweet amber tones of liquor in the corners of your mouth before he can feel your tongue move against him. You whimper, your own hands wrapping around his neck tightly and digging into his overgrown inky black hair. The buzz in the back of your head intensifies, pressing into your temples with a pressure that feels unfamiliar to a college student like you who’ve never been as intoxicated as much as you are now.

You roll your head back onto his shoulder to break the kiss and catch your breath. Jin uses this opportunity to push you back onto the mattress only to capture your lips again, hands flying up to your shoulders to enjoy the feel of your collarbones underneath the pads of his thumbs. He toys with the straps of your peach dress before pulling them down your chest, popping your breasts free from the confines of the softly padded fabric around your torso. His greedy lips brush over your nipples, earning an appreciative moan from you as you keep your hands locked in his silky tresses.

“So fucking pretty,” he sighs as you arch against him, asking him for more.

He toys with the opposite nipple, pinching so harshly that you hissed and flinched away from him. He chuckles, burying his face between the mounds, relishing in your giggles and the scent of your perfume and-

He stops.

Jin pulls away from your chest, mouth open, watching as you look up at him with wide glazed eyes and furrowed brows. You were comfortable, playful, responsive – but you were confused. You didn’t know who he was. Hell, you don’t even know where you are.

With shaky fingers Jin removes himself away from you, breathing heavily as he sits at the edge of the bed, away from your pouty lips, away from your fingers that grabbed his hair like he was your lover. He covers his hands over his face, toes curling in his shoes as the laughter outside in the lawn filters through his ears, transforming into the sound of nails dragging against a chalkboard.

He couldn’t believe what he’d done, what he was about to do to you.

You didn’t know who he was.

You didn’t know where you were.

You were hurt.

You called out for both him and your best friend.

You were intoxicated.

Jin curls his fingers into his hair, tugging the roots enough to burn his scalp. No, this was a terrible mistake. His eyes stayed glued to the carpet flooring, unable to look behind him. He knows what you look like with your straps down to your shoulders, breasts falling and rising with every breath, hair fanned beneath you. If he looks back this would all be real and it would confirm the line he could’ve crossed, if he hadn’t crossed it already.

This could have been rape.

Hell, this is already considered sexual assault.

“Oh god…oh god…” he breathes out. He takes another deep breath in and then spares a glace back at you.

You’d fallen asleep.

He swallows and scuttles towards you, slowly at first, as if he was scared you would be jolted awake with the smallest of movements. He tugs the straps back up to your shoulders and covers your chest. Turning completely towards you, he carefully holds your ribs in his hands and moves you up onto the mattress, letting the dress tug itself down to your mid-thighs at its true length.

The blood on your knee had dried, leaving behind a dark red patch that alarmed him again and gave him another jolt of adrenaline. Like a bird his head snaps back and forth against the slightly open door and the bathroom, suddenly growing paranoid of the possibility that someone could have seen this immediately and could landed placed both you, and him especially, in hot water.

It was unfortunate that this thought only crosses his mind after he’d indulged in his sick fantasy because he was completely oblivious to the girl downstairs with her bag in her hands, running out of the kitchen, the living room, and into the darkness outside.

Yori had been hurt many times in her life, had been lied to, had been in situations where she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive. But none of it hurt as much as coming to look for you, to make sure you were okay, only to find the man she’d pined over secretly hovering above you, his mouth on your breasts, on your lips, and your fingers in his hair with a familiarity that makes her stomach churn. She runs to the brightest place her dizzy gaze could make out which turns out to be the corner store, stopping only to empty her stomach onto the dirty pavement in which the smell of rotten garbage only contributed to the nausea that clawed into her head. She leans against a telephone booth, vomit on her chin and on her short white dress, shaking as she sobs enough for the people passing by to flash her a few looks of concern. She clutches onto her bag and vomits again, this time squeezing out nothing more than stomach acid.

It was only when the soft breeze hits her face and refreshed her senses momentarily that she was able to stagger her way to the store, leaning against the glass exterior lined with advertisements about the latest discounts and products that looked like nothing but a swirl of colors.

She leans her shoulder against the black frame of the swinging doors and digs through her bag, frustrated when she couldn’t find her cellphone and causing her to impatiently spill the contents onto the floor. Wallet, lipstick, tampon, earbuds, jewelry, and finally her cellphone. Yori slumps onto the floor and grabs the cellphone, flipping it open to see the picture of you and her in the background during the first day of the semester.

She closed her eyes for a moment, heart thundering, palms sweating, and then reopened with a deep breath. The number for the taxi was the first on her contact list. She hoped that it wouldn’t be too dangerous for a woman to catch a taxi this late in the night.

But it was something she didn’t have to worry about.

Because underneath the number for the taxi was yours and underneath yours was Kim Namjoon.

She stared at the numbers long and hard, swallowed the bile in the back of her throat. And, with the conviction of a scorned woman, calls her precious friend’s fiancé.

The bathroom mirror squeaks as Yori wipes the reflected image of her face over and over with the heel of her hand. Even now, she can’t see her own reflection. She could only see yours – your elegant visage and vulnerable mannerisms. As clear as day she can still see the way your soft breasts slid out of the cups of your peach dress so easily and welcomed itself in Jin’s eager mouth. She can still see how gentle Jin was with you, a stark difference compared to his nonchalant nature. She watched you in silent rage when you kissed him back with the same fervor, the same passion, smiling into the kisses with such natural tenderness that she was convinced you’d done such a thing with him before, even when she knew deep down it was nothing but a drunken mistake. She watched you knowing it should have been her in your place. She watched you knowing you were drunk and found she couldn’t care less whether you wanted it or not because you’d taken everything away from her in that moment. She couldn’t tell anyone because she couldn’t get the image out of her head no matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it; your soft peach dress hiked up to your thighs and pulled down to your elbows, your fingers in the older man’s soft tresses, his plump lips sliding across your lips and neck, your giggles and squirms.

You were intoxicated, and he wasn’t.

But it didn’t matter. From that moment, Yori decided you’d betrayed her.

From the moment Jin placed his lips on yours you were dead to her. You, the golden child who was good at everything, who Yori looked up to and loved and worshipped. When she ran away from that house, from that bedroom, she didn’t just run away from you; she ran straight into Namjoon’s arms. She didn’t want him, but what choice did she have? What choice did you give her? Did you really think she was going to chase after a man like Kim Seokjin with his dirty little secret rotting his brain each time he is around you? She’d spit on her own parent’s grave before something that like would happen. She was sick of rotting underneath your shadow, always struggling to find her light while you had everything worked out from you since birth.

She was sick of wanting men that you recycled.

You took away the one person she wanted out of the hundreds that chased her and asked for her hand in marriage. It was only a fair trade; you can have Seokjin, an average middle-class boy with his dapper mannerisms and notoriety for womanizing. Yori decided to sit back and watch the show unfold with her own fuck sessions with Namjoon. He wasn’t half as bad as she thought; he had some personal issues that she could pseudo-sympathize with and use to keep him on a leash in bed and around you.

But two weeks before now, the show didn’t have an ending she wanted. You were supposed to be the angry, bitter woman she became after that night. You were supposed to go mad with betrayal and at least make a clever but pathetic attempt at getting back at her. You were supposed to remember how you became putty in Jin’s hands and how you perhaps gave him more than you showed that night. But you got a new boy toy whose tongue apparently matched Jin’s expertise and he apparently gave you some sense of comfort even when you lost your place in the social circle. What a heartwarming ending, albeit boring.

The rich princess lives happily ever after with her knight in shining armor, while Yori, the vengeful leg-spreader, is pregnant with the child that belongs to a man drowning in his own regret.

Pathetic pieces of shit. You, Namjoon, Seokjin.

Yori had very little energy to hold people on a pedestal when all they do is let their emotions be swayed like children. Boo hoo, Namjoon is too trapped in his own mind to be a better fiancé. Boo hoo, Seokjin became your stress reliever for one night. Boo hoo, you settle on the next pretty dick that you can bounce on, pretending to be the captain of the morally aligned club. Yori was sick of it all, sick of people around her maintaining such brittle spines. So, she decided to take this lesson to heart, and take what she wants without fear of consequence, just like you – the big-hearted sister – taught her all those years ago. She decided she wanted to be a socialite with no risk of losing her place in a powerful family, hence Namjoon’s role in her life. She decided she wanted to create a villain out of you when you broke her heart, hence she kept Seokjin’s dirty secret to her grave.

Life is just simple accounting. Balance the equations and you have no winners. Tip the scales in your favor, and the world is your oyster.

“Yori-ah?”

She turned with a slight gasp at the rattling gold lock, lips parting slightly before settling back into a thin line. She grabbed the fluffy white robe on the hanger next to the shower stall and wrapped it around her, tying the belt made with the same material just above the swell of her belly. The child was kicking, moving inside her, jolting her awake from her daydream.

“Yes?” She answered, softly, pressing her hands on the door. She sometimes felt immense pity for the man on the other side. He was just a troubled soul that didn’t know how to love; it’s a shame that he’d easily leaped onto the idea of committing adultery with her. If he didn’t, if he showed immense hesitation because he loved you, Yori would have respected him a little more.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Yori sighed. “Of course.”

She unlocked the door with a soft smile on her face, a hand resting protectively over her belly. Namjoon was leaning against the door with one hand, his forehead resting on his knuckles. He gently shoved her to the side and entered the bathroom, unzipping his alcohol-stained pants over the uncovered toilet.

Yori spared a glance at her husband struggling to see his cock over the large bandage across his nose and made her way back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Life as a mistress is dull, but at least it was better than the life she had as your best friend.

Your friend flashes you a welcoming smile when you stepped into the office that morning. He was sipping on his usual cup of coffee – black with two sugar cubes – and going over the paperwork he needed to file for the day. From the bags under his eyes and the slight lack of color on his face, you knew he was hungover, hence the large cup he was holding in his hand – the one you gave him for Christmas – was filled to the brim. Even then, you’d noticed that his files lay organized by color and date. Typical Jin.

He was always one step ahead and you were already starting to enjoy his company again, more than you’d like to admit. After the wedding disaster there weren’t many people you wanted to talk to and Seokjin unfortunately ended up on the list. He reminded you too much of the past and if you wanted to at least keep your career intact, you had to distance yourself from him, as cold as it sounded.

But Jin being Jin, he understood.

“Good morning,” he smiles from behind the white table in the lunch room. It was rare to see you at work so early, especially when you have a boyfriend as needy as Jungkook.

“Mornin’,” you smile back with half the enthusiasm, turning your back to him to fix your own batch of coffee. You weren’t much of a coffee drinker but sometimes an extra dose of caffeine was just something you needed to get your mind away from your restless boyfriend.

“I’m sorry about the files the other day, I didn’t know it was going to take forever to recover them again.”

You shake your head, chuckling as you pour the dark liquid inside a mug. “It’s okay, I know you’re terrible with computers.”

He laughs along with you, understanding the inside joke as he did minor in computer informatics back in college.

“To be honest, I’ve forgotten almost completely about handling excel files. I remember taking three semesters worth of classes back at SNU though. It’s been what, seven, eight years?”

You pondered over the calculation and nodded, taking a seat across him and crossing your legs underneath the table. Jin eyes your attire, admiring the thin beige V-neck cashmere sweater and a black shin-length skirt you wore to match your pearl teardrop earrings. You were so effortlessly beautiful. The closer you crept to thirty, the more you exuded a strange type of cozy, maternal warmth that was so attractive to him.

“I miss college so much,” you sighed and brought your mug to your lips, pausing momentarily to digest what you’d just said.

No, you don’t miss college. You don’t miss it at all. You don’t miss the way Namjoon pulled and pushed you as if you were a ventriloquist dummy. You don’t miss the way your best friend fucked him behind your back while sharing meals with you every other day.

Jin notices your hesitation and clears his throat, taking a sip from his own mug as well.

“I mean, that I missed the freedom that came with youth,” you corrected and he smiles knowingly, letting the image of Namjoon and Yori sit between you both.

“I bet. Must be because you were such a party animal.”

You giggled. “I’ve only went twice and only to one of those two willingly. While you, Mr. Casanova, made your way around the school.”

He grins and downs the rest of his coffee, stomach turning slightly at the thought of your peach dress, your bruised knees, soft lips, and untamed hair. He missed you, missed speaking with you so casually and reminiscing. It was the closest he’ll ever get to you after everything that had happened.

“My days of womanizing are over, unfortunately. I’ve grown old.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Is it really?”

“For the most part,” he laughed and you giggled, tucking your damp hair behind one of your ears. You take another sip while he speaks. “It gets boring after a while.”

“I understand,” you hesitated, not sure whether to tell him but decided to anyway. It’s not like you can talk about it to anyone else. “Jumping from one person to another…I resorted to that after the wedding.”

Jin places his mug on the table. “I know. You were never home when I came over, so I assumed.”

Your lips parted in surprise. “You came over?”

“Only a few times. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“You should’ve called beforehand.”

He shrugs. “I’d rather give you time to rest. I know you were still in shock from everything that happened. You’re not the type to talk about things.”

You smile grimly, fingers tracing the rim of your coffee mug. “You know me well.”

“Not well enough,” he chuckles. “Didn’t imagine in a million years you’d be with someone new so quickly.”

You sigh, a small shy smile dancing on your lips as you think about Jungkook and his sweet, gentle ways of loving you. You’d never experienced anything like it.

“I didn’t know I’d jump into a relationship either. It just sort of…happened. He took care of me throughout the whole phase and didn’t ask for anything in return. It was a bit crazy. Next thing I know, he was moving in with me.”

Jin grabs his mug and stands, moving over to the sink to place the mug underneath the faucet. Turned away, he pushes for more information, hoping to learn something that would prove his unease about your boyfriend.

“Isn’t it odd that he moved in so quickly?” He asks, taking his time washing the cup clean before placing it back on the hanger to dry.

You twirl the bracelet that Jungkook gave you a few months ago, a gold band with a small rabbit charm attached on a hook.

“It wasn’t stressful,” you move away from the table, grabbing your own mug and placing it in the sink while he wipes his hands clean on a paper towel. “It just happened.”

Jin took it as a sign that you didn’t want to talk about it. He had his hopes too high, thinking that you were finally able to talk to him like you did back then, but some things can’t be fixed. He takes his time wiping his hands, muttering an ‘I see’ under his breath to at least acknowledge your answer.

It was going to be tough milking you for more information. He was alone in this investigation; even Hoseok and Yoongi have their own doubts despite looking through Jungkook’s file once again in their small Hong Kong apartment.

“You should be more careful with things like that,” he leans against the counter, crossing his arms, brows furrowed with serious concentration. You hang your mug next to his and look up at him.

“With what?”

“With being so kind to people,” he says, choosing his words carefully. “What if he’s got things to hide?”

You giggle, your smile faltering once you see that Jin was dead serious about this topic. “Jin, I’m a grown woman. I know how to take care of myself.”

“I know,” he sighs, face stoic. “I just worry.”

You place your hand on his arm, tilting your head to take a good look at his face, eyes scanning his soft, rounded features. “I think that’s the government agent in you speaking, Jinnie.”

He chuckles, cocking his head to one side to brush his bangs away. It’s been a while since you’ve called him that; you’ve only used such a term when you were playful or not taking him completely seriously. Unfortunately, the latter applies in this context. You were far too comfortable for someone who had her life turned upside down overnight. Jin had a hard time accepting that you can move on so quickly, especially with how devoted you were to Namjoon back in the days. The title of an arranged marriage didn’t apply to you despite your mother arranging the engagement with Namjoon’s father years before the event happened. You loved him.

Your Joon; your first everything.

“He’s been good to me. He hasn’t done anything that made me believe going into a relationship was too much.”

He turns his body towards you and you keep your hand on his arm, anchoring yourself to him, maybe because you feared that the worry behind his eyes fell deeper beyond just plain worry.

“He’s young.”

You frown. “I know.”

“No no, I don’t mean it that way. I’m not saying you’re old, I’m saying it’s not easy to be in a relationship so quickly, especially a relationship with an age gap. What if he breaks your heart? What are you going to do?”

You nibble on your bottom lips, a small ounce of doubt growing in your chest but you swallow it back down. Jungkook had made his promise, marked you on your neck, marked you by blood. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“I trust him,” you answer meekly, unable to give him a better answer. Jin huffs in frustration, turning away to walk back to the table when you grasp his bicep harder this time, bringing his eyes to your face.

“I trust him,” you repeat. “He’s not like Namjoon. He loves me.”

And all memories of the night he kissed you comes back to him. The feel of your fingers through his hair, on his skin, on his lips, caressing him for more affection, more of everything he was giving to you. Do you remember? His lips graving over your nipples, hard from the cool air of that small dirty bedroom. Your whimpers, your gentle arches. Jin felt blessed that you didn’t remember but tortured that he does. Because the image is forever burned in his mind and it squeezes his chest again and again when he sees you, when he hears you talk passionately about your boyfriend, when he believes deep down this boy is going to hurt you again and he wouldn’t know what to do when he does.

“He’s not like Joon,” you repeat.

He’s worse.

The door knob to the lunch room rattles and you jump back, startled, head turning towards the sound. Jin, too, flinches away from you, blinking the image of your peach dress away and faces the stranger that is standing in the doorway, holding a familiar lunch box in his hand.

“Noona,” Jungkook steps into the room, leaving the door open behind him. You can see behind him that a few coworkers were already making their way through the revolving glass doors, preparing for the shift to start.

“What are you doing here so early?” You stepped towards your boyfriend, away from Jin, as your heart begins pounding at the way his eyes locks onto the taller man who stares back with the same intensity swimming in his eyes.

He keeps his eyes on the man, answering. “You forgot your lunch on the counter.”

“O-Oh I’m sorry, I must’ve forgot when I was looking for the car keys. But Kookie you’ll be late for your meeting, didn’t you have a-”

Jungkook’s head snaps in your direction, freezing you in place. “Who’s this?”

You look back and forth between the two men, unsure how to begin the conversation because you were sure he can hear your heart drop and bounce across the floor. If you didn’t act so quickly, if he saw your hand on Jin’s arm, he would surely not be this calm.

“I-It’s Kim Seokjin, r-remember? I told you how I have to work with him for a while because one of my coworkers is on maternal leave.”

“Oh,” Jungkook smiles, the joy not reaching his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he bows slightly at the man. “I’m her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jin steps forward, hands deep in his pockets, spine straightened. Jungkook’s tongue pokes through his cheek as he waits for the taller man to speak.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” he said, smiling to you, then your boyfriend. “It’s a pleasure to meet you to.”

“The pleasure is mine,” he relaxes slightly, his free arm snaking around your waist to rest his arm on the small of your back.

You clear your throat, taking the wrapped lunch box from him. Jungkook lets go of the box and watches you place it on the white table where you and Jin had sat earlier. He eyed the chairs that were not pushed under the table. Two chairs, slightly tilted towards the sink and counter area. Two wet mugs. It seems, he observed, you’ve been talking to Jin for a while.

It didn’t sit right with him. The way your body stood too close to Jin when he walked in, the way you looked like you were caught red-handed, the way you stuttered. Jungkook was desperately swallowing his anger down as he stood, watching you and also watching Jin from the corner of his eyes.

He hated the walking corpse before you introduced him and hated him even more after finding out this is the childhood friend you’d told to him about weeks ago.  

Jungkook hated the way the bastard looked at you with aged affection. He couldn’t stand the fact that Jin was taller, had shoulders as broad as the ocean horizon, looked so clean-shaven and fresh. The man wasn’t just handsome, but he dressed well too. It grated his nerves that you sit next to him, converse with him, share meals with him five out of seven days. God does it bother him.

“Noona, can I talk to you for a second? In your office?” He asked suddenly, skin itching all over as he watch you nervously nibble on your bottom lip.

“Y-Yeah.” You nod, then turned to your friend. “Wait for me at the cubicle, I’ll fetch the remaining files.”

“Thanks,” Jin nods and returned to the table, clearing up the desk full of his notes and calculations to prepare for the day. He knew it was going to be a long day judging by how uncomfortable you already looked.

Jungkook doesn’t spare a glance back and grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as he marches his way to your office, jaw clenched taught. You follow him, half-jogging, glancing across the main office area to see some people looking your way and then turning back to the printer or the computer. To everyone it looked like Jungkook was holding your hand, but in reality he was dragging you, grip tightened to the point that the tips of your fingers were growing numb.

He pulls you inside your office, pushes the door behind him close with the back of his feet, and turns to you, watching you scramble to sit on the arm of the cushioned seats.

Jungkook walks forward and cups your face in his hands, pulling your gaze up to his. You shiver, toes clenching in your loafers. “Do you mind telling me what I just saw, noona?”

“I…I-” you stutter again, heart pounding against your rib cage as you struggle to hold your boyfriend’s piercing gaze. His eyes were watering. “We were just talking,” you explain after swallowing a ball of saliva that stuck in the back of your throat. “He was just there.”

“And you stayed with him? You let him look at you like that?” he whisper-snarled, holding your face closer to his, holding in his breath when your soft hands twist in his locks.

“No baby, no.” You lean forward and kiss the corners of his lips, growing worried when he doesn’t return your kisses and stayed as stoic as a statue. “You’re thinking too much, we were talking about you baby. He was just curious who you were.”

Jungkook grinds his teeth, chest heaving up and down as images of your body pinned to that white table with Jin’s face between your legs flashes across his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’ve been friends with him since I was a child,” you ramble, grasping for any reasoning you can think of when your mind was drawing a blankm trapped under his distress. “I’ve never formally introduced you to him. I-It just made me wonder i-if I should invite you out for a meal with some people I was close to when I was younger. We talked about that, that’s it, we barely drank coffee together.”

He blinks once, and then twice, before placing his head on your shoulder. He exhales, wrapping his arms around your small frame, closing his eyes. You feel him trembling, whether from anger or from the cold, you can’t tell.

“I hate it,” he murmured. “I want to know everything about your life, noona, but I hate him…I don’t want to know anything about him. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want you around him.”

You squirm your arms away from him and wrap them around his neck, kissing the mole just a few inches above the swoop of his shoulders. “He’s just someone I know,” you whisper, kissing him again. “The only one I love is you. Trust me, Kookie…”

“It hurts me when you talk to him.”

You sigh, closing your eyes as you garner your energy to face his insecurities. It was unreasonable how jealous he is of Seokjin and seeing the man in person made the problem even worse; you know well enough that Jin is quite a charmer and looked the part as well.

“I have to work with him, Kookie. Just for a little while, okay? And he’s going back to his department after all the work is done.”

Jungkook stays silent for a few seconds and then tilts his head to capture your lips, slipping his tongue inside your mouth while he pulls you closer to him, crushing your ribs against his hard pecs. You melt in his arms, hoping that this wouldn’t impede the progress you made with him these past two weeks. It had been nothing but bliss – you’ve made violent love to him every step of the way, broke down old boundaries, and established new ones. You’d hate for it all to end just because he has wild nightmares about Seokjin having a crush on you. It was mad that he would even think that. You ponder over the idea multiple times, unable to see the possibility of Seokjin ever seeing you in that way and vice versa.

“I want you,” he grits, trailing his hand down to the zipper of your skirt. You place your hand over his fingers and stop him, gasping at the way he tugs your skirt hard enough to pull you back and forth like a doll.

“Kookie, no!” You scold, glancing at the frosted glass and around the ceiling to see if there were any cameras around. Thankfully, you couldn’t find any. “I have work, we can’t do this now.”

“But noona,” he pouts, holding your skirt in his fist.

You grab his face and kiss him, pulling back just before he can trap you in his arms again. “Tonight, okay? I’ll try to get off early and I’ll buy some wine on the way.” You press your lips to his again, sealing your promise with a kiss.

Jungkook heaves a frustrated sigh, pushing his bangs away from his forehead and straightening the collars of his white button-down. His tongue slides over his sharp canines and finally pokes through his cheek, a habit that tells you that he wasn’t pleased but he wasn’t completely angry with you.

“Okay,” he nods solemnly, caressing your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “Call me during lunch time.”

You nod a few times, pushing him gently towards the door. He opens the door and glances back at your lovestruck state before closing it behind him, his eyes falling onto Jin immediately. The older male was leaning against the cubicle you work at for most of the day, arms crossed as his eyes follow Jungkook walking down the main carpeted path. Jungkook was the first to look away but by the way his fists were clenched at his sides, Jin knew your boyfriend wasn’t just looking at him.

He was memorizing his face.

Take a good look, Jin wanted to say. You’ll be seeing me again.

By the time Jungkook feels the sun on his back and sees the semi-full parking lot stretched out in front of him, he digs for his cellphone from the back of his jeans. He unlocks the Hyundai with a free hand and slams the door close, kickstarting the engine.

Thankfully he had Taehyung on speed dial, or else he would’ve lost his patience already with having to look for the damn number in the midst of his nausea. He doesn’t even know how he’s going to make it back to your apartment with a massive headache looming in his skull.

“Hello? Jungkookie?”

He stills at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, eyes watering and lips trembling. Placing his forehead against the steering wheel, he lets a sob escape and then a few groans, warm tears falling down his face and onto the surface of his phone.

He hears a chair scrape over the phone and fall over and Taehyung’s rushed words saying something about coming over and something about money. Jungkook swallows and shakes his head, clearing his throat before he calms his breathing.

“H-hyung, I n-need your help,” he hiccups, glancing around the parking lot to make sure there isn’t any witnesses.

He quickly pulls out of the parking lot and into the streets, wiping his tears away with the fabric of his shirt. It was disgusting, how pathetic his voice is now, how small he seems now that he’s seen the extent of your relationship with Seokjin.

“What do you need?” Taehyung almost roars across the line, making Jungkook flinch away slightly. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” he gasps, stepping on the gas pedal, racing through the streets.

He clenches his phone enough to hear the plastic crack as he thinks back to your surprised eyes, the way you look at Jin, the way you stammered and panicked. You looked guilty. He could just picture your hands on that asshole’s chest, rubbing tenderly like you do to him after he comes back late. He can imagine how you must compare Jin to him, probably thinking why you’re still with him when you can have a broad, masculine man that smelled as expensive as he looked.

Jungkook waits for the red light and swerves into an isolated lane, parking under a tree in an empty, rubbled area. He couldn’t wait to talk to Taehyung until he got to his studio. He has to do it now. He needs to make this decision now.

“I need you to make something for me.”