#stepping down iNTO darkness already done covered in blood & scratches the not-sexy but sexy drop of all his clothes where you see the

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Sat politely ankles crossed hands folded please say you have more thoughts about the DC deweys. Lazarus pit cold-eyed stare pristine and bloodthirsty anyway I would love to hear any further thoughts if you have the time + energy + motivation

how i imagine you waiting for me to re-read the resurrection of ra’s al-ghul and hush vol. 1+2:

ALRIGHT. in no particular order, thoughts about the dc deweys

connor fits very well into the mold of a talia al-ghul for me; chip on his shoulder, femme fatale, deadly and precise. he’s not the loudest but he’s got a dry wit that’ll cut you!

“why is connor an al-ghul at all and not batman” well first of all he’s already got the water connection, i’m gonna go dip him into the lake a couple hours north of the pas to make him incredibly long-lived, rejuvenated and beautiful

second of all i want him to be a questionable villain/antihero because he looks evil in those pictures but like beautiful evil. you see him at a multi-million dollar soirée and he’s bored of being there wearing his “heritage” beads and jewels he originally had from a thousand years ago. he and his assassins are only here to murder the head of state who’s planning to lay a pipeline through ancestral grounds

rip brandon duhaime i simply cannot imagine you as any kind of batman. lacks the gravitas, too much of a yapper, loves his wife too much. i curse thee to be green arrow if you’re in this narrative at all

assuming connor stays with toronto, would LOVE to think about toronto as one of the sites of the lazarus pit for many reasons

(a brief aside here to say that for me personally this is interesting if connor goes to winnipeg because i think they suit him better, he’s a manitoba boy, but re: the chip on his shoulder, he’s NOT a manitoba boy. he’s from the pas and very proud of it)

a) the amount of ‘toronto is the center of the universe’ hockey creation myths i can play with & birth/rebirth/reincarnation. if you WANT to feel unhinged trying to blend hockey and comics is an ice rink not just a pool of water?

b) mr. cathal kelly i love your works!!! toronto eats its young!!! thinking about this very literally in the sense of the resurrection arc where players come to toronto and are sacrificed, give up their body, their skill, in service of the demon’s head, and lose themselves.

c) we see echos of the same narratives and styles over and over again—if i can hop over to the flyers for a second, there is of course the curse of the *8s (18 richards, 28 claude, 48 danny b, 68 nolan, 88 lindros) but ALSO the danny brière -> tk -> morgan frost celly chain. every generation a resurrection, emerging clean and new from the pit

can you just briefly hold my hand and imagine wayne gretzky as an evil ra’s al-ghul wanting to possess a new body. gretzky i’m sorry to malign you and i know you never played in toronto but you are the best player in my head to fit the idea, i’m open to other suggestions

coming BACK to green arrow dewey (i did not re-watch arrow or re-read those comics sorry) connor could also be black canary, who takes a brief dip into the lazarus pit (toronto) before getting married to oliver. i do like that narrative but because we were talking about pristine and cold-blooded i figured connor dewar head of the league of assassins was more what you were after

now that i’ve gotten through world building… choose your own adventure narratives?

hockey-ish au: connor chosen as a host for the Next One. i think the lineage of the great one -> next one -> next next one -> next one up of gretzky -> crosby -> mcdavid -> bedard is taken, BUT i can imagine that the league of old boys all have the same intentions. connor gets sent to toronto unknowingly being prepped to get body-snatched by ???? and brandon duhaime of course accidentally stumbles on the plot and they have to fight to stop it

connor assassinating people :) snapshot of the head of the league of assassins delegating which major world events they’re going to change today. would love his shark face from the gifset to have blood spattered across it, ideally.

version 1 as head of the league of assassins: brandon is one of his assassins, big strong bodyguard type. devoted to him, would lay down his life, perfectly designed for connor (lady shiva/cassandra cain-ish). connor orders for something to be done and brandon does it there for him then gently wipes the blood off his face and apologizes for being careless and getting him messy.

version 2 as head of the league of assassins: an actual plot where connor aims to assassinate SOMEONE but brandon gets in the way. they meet at odds as their respective roles (hero, leader of a crime syndicate) but are magnetically drawn together as their alter egos. eventually brandon puts together the pieces of the Big Evil and manages to (legally!-ish as much as vigilante-ism can be legal) take it down and the ending panels show a tentative friendship and recognition of potential shared goals

also, jaromir jágr is immortal. don’t know if this is relevant OR related but he is. personal hot spring lazarus pit?

um. thanks for coming to my 1.5k ted talk (including tags). what a way to moritz seider lore drop that i DID grow up a comic book nerd, lmao. thank you so much for enabling me <3 i'll be here all week thinking about which teams would get what rings in a blackest night au

[nothing-but-dreamy]

RECKLESS

Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x FEM!READER

Words: 2.559

Warnings: cursing, erotica

Synopsis: Yn is a reckless Glaive. One of her comrades is not okay with her behavior and so, he wants to talk with her.

"We need backup in the west! Behemoth and Imperials. More to come. Nyx, where are you?", Luche asked through the intercom.

"I'm on my way-", Nyx answered through the ear-piercing noise of the battlefield.

"Am already there, Luch!", Yn answered Luche's request through the channel.

"No! Yn, don't! There are too many enemies! Yn!”, Nyx tried to call Yn through the channel but he got no response, “God damnit!", he cursed frustrated.

"Go! I'll manage it here!", Libertus' shouted over the impact of another grenade. Nyx cursed and left his friend's side, knowing exactly what Yn was about to do.

As Nyx reached the position, he already met a bunch of comrades, helping each other to fall back to a safer spot behind some crumbled ruins, "Where's Yn?", he asked concerned as he couldn’t see the small woman. An explosion enclosed them in a cloud of sand. As an answer, someone pointed at a Behemoth in some distance.

The angry creature screamed violently and tried to reach the position of Nyx and the others as it saw the Glaives. Nyx got ready to fight, almost throwing his Kukri, as he watched how a person appeared on top of the Behemoth's head out of nowhere, encircled with magical aftermath.

Immediately, Nyx noticed the small frame as Yn's and watched worriedly how she jumped from the head, aiming for the ear of the roaring animal to land on it before she pushed herself from it to slam both her blades into the throat of the creature as deep as she could to kill it. As the animal fell lifeless to the ground, sliding a few metres through the dust, Yn jumped from it and landed elegantly in front of Nyx' feet with a grin, "Oh, hey, Ulric! Wanna join the fun?"

"Fun? You-", but Nyx got stopped as Yn pushed him out of the line of fire the Magiteks had started. They were rolling over the ground until Yn landed on top of him, straddling Nyx' lap, her hands on his chest, "Well...nice view, hero.”, she whispered seductively, “But I have to go. Was my pleasure to save your sexy ass tho.", she said grinning before she got up on her feet, fighting against the closing imperial troops.

Cursing with annoyance, Nyx jumped back on his feet and joined her in the fight. She still had the upper hand but he knew that could change quickly. The Magiteks were merci- and countless. Nyx jumped next to her side the second she decapitated a mechanical soldier who knelt to her feet. Her daggers were sparkling in the setting sun while she smirked, her face covered with blood and dust.

"Yn! Nyx! What's your status?", Luche asked serious. He already had gotten the information that both Glaives were fighting in the most dangerous area. Alone.

"We're at the west wing.", Yn answered while killing another rifleman, stemming her foot on his chest to pull out her blade, "We're fighting against Magiteks but they're coming in steady waves. Behemoth is down, tho.", she called out, jumping at the next two soldiers and killed them both at the same time with her blades digging deep into their throats.

Nyx did the same and landed next to Yn with his back against hers to cover each other, "Luche, what are the next orders? We can't hold the line here without backup.", he called out seriously while the next wave was already on their way.

"Okay, all Glaives fall back! I repeat, all Glaives: fall back and regroup!", Luche ordered.

Nyx moved to follow the orders but stopped as he noticed that Yn wasn't behind him. As he turned around, he saw her fighting against the next Magiteks. Even another Behemoth was on its way, straight aiming for her position.

Fascinated and amazed at the same time, Nyx watched how easily Yn wielded the blades in her hands. As if she was dancing, she flew over the battlefield, warping back and forth. Effortlessly and merciless, like an angel of death, Yn took out one enemy after the next.

A Magitek shuttle dropped new soldiers while Yn aimed for the Behemoth. She was already running to it. Once again, Nyx cursed about her blind recklessness and was about to follow her, but as a grenade exploded near Nyx, he warped aside to get save. As he looked around the little piece of wall he was hiding behind, he saw nothing else then dust, debris and dead bodies.

***

"Yn!", Nyx called out as he saw the small woman walking down the hallway of the headquarters, joking with Furia about something random. The konvoi had brought them back five minutes ago and now, everyone was looking forward to taking a shower, a drink or to get some sleep after this long, exhausting fight against Niflheim.

Yn turned around as she heard her name and saw Nyx closing up on her, "Yeah? Oh, hey...", she exhaled, rolling with her eyes about his stern expression with the frown chiseled into his features.

"What was that back on the field?", Nyx asked angrily.

"Could you be more precise? You mean as I have saved your ass? Or as I had this little dance with the Magiteks?", Yn asked with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I mean the fight with the Behemoth? And the imperials? And the other Behemoth?", Nyx pointed out as the other comrades passed them, ignoring the two who were always fighting about something since Yn had joined the Kingsglaive.

"Oh, I see! You're mad because you fear I would try to snatch away your little title as a hero. Don't worry. I'm not eager to steal anything from you. You can keep your reputation.", she said with an arrogant grin and walked away.

Nyx groaned annoyedly before he ran after her. Quickly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an abandoned room where he closed the door and pressed her against a wall, caging her with his arms.

"What are you doing, Ulric? Let me go!", Yn hissed angrily.

"No! Not until you told me what your plan is. Are you so eager to die? Do you wanna get killed?", Nyx hissed through gritted teeth. He had much respect for this young woman and her skill but she was a bit too reckless for his liking.

"Oh, you're so quick to judge others, huh? Can I remind you that you're not even better than I am? What I have heard about you is that you're the incarnation of recklessness, hero! So, what makes you think you have the right to question my decisions? I'm still alive and also everyone else around me! That's all that matters! Always!", Yn said and stared serious at the man in front of her.

"You play with your life as if it would be just a game!", Nyx said through his gritted teeth.

"Yes! I play with my life! And? No one cares what I do with my life anyway! No one cares if I'm alive or not!", she snarled.

"I care about your life, fuck damnit!", Nyx hissed aggressively and in the next moment, he crashed his lips on hers to silence her. For weeks, he had been hungry to taste her lips. She drove him crazy with simply everything: with her manners, with her thoughtless will to fight against everything, with her undeniable beauty... Nyx felt frustrated when it came to her and to silence her and her nonsense was everything he wanted. That and to kiss her breathless.

But Yn wasn't amused and even if she had to admit that Nyx tasted seductively like sweet danger and kissed addictively, she hated when someone tried to silence her. So, she pushed against Nyx' chest to shove him away from her before she slapped his cheek violently.

Nyx' head snapped to the side with a stinging pain and after the first shock and panting for air, he looked slowly back at Yn who stared at him with a hatred filled glance.

Yn looked straight into his blue, dark sparkling eyes, "Don't you ever fucking dare to silence me again! What I do with my life is not your concern. You care for me? Fine! But that won't change any of my decisions! Got it? And now", she growled, grabbing the collar of Nyx' uniform, "Kiss me again, idiot!", she ordered and pulled him back to connect their lips with a bruising force.

Nyx gave her no second chance to change her mind now, as he had her where he wanted to have her: in his arms. As he kissed her desperately, he pinned her with his lower body against the wall while he roamed appreciatively over her curves with his hands. From her chest down to her hips to her back and to her ass to squeeze it softly.

Yn enjoyed his admiring touch but she wanted more of him. She wanted to feel him under her hands like she had dreams about it when she was alone with her imagination. Quickly, she opened everything from his uniform jacket to push it down his shoulders. As the jacket fell to the ground, she undressed his vest and quickly, she also undressed his shirt to toss it away.

"Hell, are you done already?", Nyx hissed, annoyed as he had to leave her lips for the second time.

"Next time, you should consider to dress less of these irrelevant clothes. Just a tip.", she whispered husky with a smirk.

Nyx leant closer matching her smirk, brushing along her nose with his own, "Next time?"

"Depends on what you have to offer now, hero.", she whispered lasciviously against his lips and scratched down his back with her nails, which caused Nyx to moan with pleasure.

"You little minx. You're not even better than I am.", he breathed, pointing at the fact that she was still fully dressed.

Slowly, she opened her jacket to undress it. She undressed her vest under his observing glance and with her eyes still connected with Nyx' dark gleaming orbs, she undressed the shirt and the bra in one go. Yn noticed how his eyes flickered down her exposed chest. Slowly she opened her belt and then even her pants to let them fall down, stepping out of them, the underwear and the boots, "Now, tell me, what do you desire?", she breathed while shoving her hands over her head to display herself. With soft moves, she lolled underneath Nyx’ eyes, showing him what he could have if he just reached out.

Nyx gnawed on his lower lip as he enjoyed the view in front of him. Even after a battle, her skin seemed to be so soft. The countless, little scars were signs of her rough past and how persistent she had been so far. Her right rib cage was covered with brandings from the Magitek tortures she went through before she had come to Insomnia. Bruises were already building from the latest fights on the battlefield. And yet, she was breathtakingly beautiful, strong and determined to fight as long as she could.

Possessively, Nyx placed his hands on her hips, digging into her flesh which earned him low moans from her lips, "You wanna know what I want?", he whispered, "I want you, Yn. For a very long time, I'm just longing to have you.", Nyx breathed.

Yn smirked, "Then, make me yours, Glaive.", she breathed seductively, grabbing his belt to open it and then his pants to push them down his hips with an untamable, passionately, hungry fire.

Nyx didn't need another invitation. Quickly, he scooted her up with his hands underneath her ass, bringing her into position. Yn snaked her legs around his hips and pulled him even closer. The moment he entered her, he groaned deeply by the feeling of her wet walls enclosing him. Still adjusting, Nyx leant with his forehead against her shoulder, kissing her soft skin while she snaked her arms around his neck.

Yn rolled with her hips to increase the friction between them even more while she raked her fingers through his soft hair, tugging on his braids and strands to tease him. Never before, she had felt so wanted by someone like in this moment as Nyx showed her his affection through his lips and hands, "God damnit, Nyx.", she breathed, panting for air as she just concentrated on the hot feeling of the man inside of her.

As he heard his name falling from her lips, Nyx raised his head to look into her eyes. She looked straight into his eyes as he started to grind with his hips. He saw the pleasure in her features. Whenever he reached her pleasure point, Yn moaned with relish and closed her eyes while she just enjoyed what he did.

Amazed, Nyx grinned while he felt how her legs tightened around his hips, keeping him in place. As he noticed that she was close, he kept his moves steady to give her what she needed. Yn's breath became more erratic and before she could betray their hidden position with her scream, Nyx captured her lips with his so she was moaning into his mouth as she rode out her orgasm on him.

Nyx shuddered as Yn's nails dug into his shoulder blades. Her walls clenched around him and she bit down on his lip. While she tried to come down, Nyx rolled his hips into hers to satisfy his own desire.

Still breathless, Yn smirked as she saw his dark, lust-filled glance. He looked her in the eyes once again as if it would turn him on to see her reaction. Slowly, she tightened her walls around him again while she scratched along his neck and shoulders with her nails to push him over the edge with sweet pain.

To muffle the sound of his own climax, Nyx buried his face into the crook of her neck, biting into her soft skin under her ear which let her shudder against his solid body. As Nyx came slowly clear, he put Yn back on her feet while both were still panting for air. Softly, Yn cupped his face, cradling his stubbles, tracing the lines of his lips and jaw with her thumbs to worship his handsomeness.

Nyx leant against her forehead with his own, enjoying her softness towards him, "Please, stop being reckless.", he breathed against her lips, embracing her frame to pull her against his naked skin, not able to let her go just yet.

Yn felt touched. No one before was so eager to keep her alive or in their life at all, "Well, I can't promise you that, Nyx. But ... What do you think of the following idea: Come to my place later and show me your arguments again why I should be more cautious, huh?"

Nyx grinned, kissing her softly and caring before he looked her in the eyes again, "Trust me, I will be there."

"Like you, I trust more in actions than in words. So, convince me, hero.", she breathed with a smirk and a pat on his chest before she passed him to dress her clothes again. Yn left the room with the hope he would follow her request later so she would be less alone for the first time in her life.

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get even | ksj

⤑  series: sugar free

⤑ genre: angst, rich!jin x artist!reader, college au.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: humilation (it’s not a kink here tho), suggestive topics, nudity... (this lowkey pretty tame, ngl).

⤑ A/N: a little late, but i literally just finished this and did like a half ass job editing it, buuut i really wanted to get this out bc OHMYGOD (you’ll see) - don’t forget to let me know what you think, your feedback is my favorite! x

A bet. The second the words left Yuna's lips you felt your blood begin to boil. Was that what all of this was? Why Jin had been so persistent to be around you, to get you to like him... so he could win a measly 100 bucks from his friends. That was it?

 You felt sick to the stomach, on the verge of screaming at the top of your lung. How could you allow yourself to be so stupid? To not be able to see past the cheap facade, protect yourself like you had done countless times before. To think you were slowly starting to melt, starting to see yourself becoming comfortable around him. Smiling a bit too wide when texting him into the late hours of the night, moving a little too fast when his name was lighting up your screen.

 He had been playing you for a fool this entire time and the only thing you could think of was how could you get even. At this point, he had no idea that you were on to him. Still thought that everything was going according to his plan, boy was he wrong. You were going to get him back, flip the tables so he was the one left licking his wounds. Who the hell did he think he was?

 The idea came to you a few hours after hanging up with Yuna. The anger that had blinded you earlier finally subsiding enough for you to properly check the messages that had been flooding your inbox in the time since. Most of which were from the group chat of your best friends. Making a mental note to tell Yoongi about his role in this bet as well, you immediately clicked on the latest message from Jin.

[15:59] seokjin: did you pick a movie for tonight, yet?? i saw something you might like.

 Instantly you're scoffing at the reminder that you were supposed to be out with this man in a little over an hour. You had actually been looking forward to this date, a more relaxed setting where you two could truly be yourselves around each other. The hell with that now. 

 Quickly, you were typing back your response. Ignoring the fact that it was coming in three hours too late. He could wait. If he felt like he could use you as a ploy in this stupid game with his friends. Then he could wait a few hours for your reply.

[18:12] to seokjin: oooh, surprise me then! im getting ready right now, see you in a bit?

 Rolling your eyes at your overly enthusiastic you're standing from your position on your bed, moving to your dresser to pick something to wear tonight.

 When you were in your early teens and just getting to know Namjoon and his friends, not a day would go by without an argument between you and Jungkook to take place. He always felt the need to try and one-up you, always had an opinion on what you were saying, and never believed you were as smart as him.

 The fact you got into your shared middle school solely on recommendation had nothing to do with his thought conclusion. Anyway, something that young Jungkook found extremely amusing was pranking. Loved the thought of tricking someone to the point of them getting upset only for him to shout: 'Relax, it's just a prank.' It was his favorite pass time, especially when you were involved.

 Quickly, you were picking up on his tactics and soon enough you were able to counter all of his 'well thought out' deceptions in a way he was the one with the egg on his face in the end. Fast forward years later, you and Jungkook hardly argued as much and he found more interested in girls than pranks... but that didn't mean you forgot how to play along.

 The forced learned deception would be applied tonight. How dare that boy think he could pull a fast one on you and get off scratch free? Yeah, right. There was going to be hell to pay. And you were going to make sure of it.

 Despite the fact, this was only a movie date and you could pretty much dress down when sitting in a dark room for hours, what you wore held a big part of your plan for tonight. Of course, you didn't want to make it obvious that your goal was to turn heads. Something subtle but undeniably sexy that his jaw was dropping at the first sight of you.

 It had been a while since you wore your bright red mini skirt and it fit tighter than you remembered. Deciding the tightness fit the theme of tonight, you're tucking your long sleeve black turtleneck into the skirt; admiring the way the form-fitting material highlights the natural curves of your body. 

 A large heart belt to give your waist that extra snatch and short black boots to tie it all together. Yeah, this guy is not going to know what hit him once he caught sight of you – you were sure of that much.

 Makeup had never really been something that you cared a whole lot for. Loved the way a bare face felt as opposed to being caked up for hours. Tonight was an exception though, you had to play the part, right?

 One short, way too detailed YouTube tutorial later, and you're being interrupted by the knock on your front door. With a final swipe of lip gloss onto your softened lips, you're moving from the mirror to answer the door.

 “Oh! Are you early or am I running late?” Jin stands on the other door, a large hoodie covering his slender figure and black jeans clinging to his legs. He eyes you shamelessly, seeming to have missed the words that had just left your lips. Bingo! “Here come in, I'm almost done,” You're turning, leading him into your house acting as if you hadn't noticed the way his eyes dropped when he thought your back was too him.

 Too freaking easy. Guys were too easy, it was sad.

 Just for good measure, you lead him to your couch; delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist. You're gesturing him to sit with a gentle tug of his wrist and his body moves accordingly, eyes never once lifting from you.

 “I'll just be another minute,” You promise, watching as he pushes a smile on his face before nodding. You make your way down the corridor and into your bedroom, honestly finished with getting ready but not against making the boy sweat for a little bit.

 Ten full minutes pass by of you just sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone before you're deciding that it was time to go. Jin stands as soon as you're exiting the room, composure back in check – that familiar smug look settled on his features once again. He spares you only a single glance as if he hadn't been full-on drooling when you first had opened the door.

 “You ready?” His voice sounds deeper than you remember and you can't help but wonder if he was forcing it in hopes to impress you. Not caring much to mull over the question, you're nodding your head. The heels of your boots clack against the hardwood floor as you move to meet his side.

 Jin thoughtlessly slides his arm around your waist, a simple gesture that pulls an annoying reaction from you. He leads you out of the front door, waiting patiently on the steps as you lock up.

 “No, Minho?” You're asking, noticing the absence of the shiny SUV parked on the curb. Jin is shaking his head, digging into his front pockets for something you can only assume is a key due to the metallic jingle filling your ears. “Gave him the night off... it's just me and you,” He grins and you smile back, of course, your master plan in mind and in no way a natural reaction to the sight of his contagious smile.

 He's pulling a silver key from his pocket, clicking the remote and you nearly jump at the sound of the beep. Bright lights illuminating the headlights of the sport's car parked just a few feet from your building. “Is that your car!?” Wondering out loud and neglecting to check the excitement in your tone.

 Jin watches with a knowing grin as you make your way over to the vehicle, cautious palms sliding over the fresh paint. You couldn't believe what you were staring at. A 2019 Alfa Romeo Giulia in the shade midnight black; an all-red leather interior... were you going to be sitting in that? This was what he was going to be taking you to the movies in?

 “It's nice, right? Got it for my birthday last year... a little bored of it now, though.” You hear the cocky tone of his voice, the 'I'm-so-much-richer-than-you' twang that has your blood boiling. With a roll of your eyes, hands now stiff and dropping to your side you step back.

 “It's alright,” You say with a shrug, pulling the passenger's side door open and sliding in before he even has the chance to reach for it. No point in keeping up with his fake gentlemen facade, you could very well open your own doors.

 Despite your slight shift in mood, Jin is still smiling. Not thinking twice about you not letting him open up the door you and sliding in on his side. Instantly, he's pulling his seat belt on; twisting the key in the ignition and you melt at the hum of the engine coming to life.

 “What's the movie you picked?” You're asking as a few moments of silence passed, the only sound that had filled the car in the past eight minutes was the radio that he liked to keep on low for some reason. 

 His gaze is shooting in your direction, eyes wide as if he hadn't expected to hear your voice just then. You offer up a gentle smile, blinking your eyes cutely up at him as you wait for his response. Jin's adam's apple bobs as he turns his attention back onto the road.

 “It. Have you already gone? It came out a few weeks ago,”

 You're shaking your head, ignoring the fact that if you had been the one to choose the movie for tonight – that would have been your choice. Even if you had already seen it, horror films were at the top of your list of faves... which was weird, because you had it on pretty good standing that Jin wasn't into scary movies.

 Either way, it wasn't like you planned on having him pay all that much attention to the movie in the first place.

 As expected, Jin paid for both your ticket and his. He purchased a large bucket of popcorn for the two of you to share and a couple of drinks to counter to salty effects of the treat. What a shame he was actually a douche bag, otherwise you would've swooned at his catering.

 Seats smartly chosen in the back row, where you could see the entire movie screen clearly but avoid being spotted by the other moviegoers. With the risk of being obvious, you lifted the armrest that divided your two seats long before the movie had started. Forty minutes in and several popcorn jerking jumps after, you were taking advantage of your early decision.

 “It's a bit cold in here, don't you think?” You spoke with a pout, eyes lifting to grasp his attention. He was staring at you, head shaking in a nod and you could tell he was searching his mind for ways to make you more comfortable. How sweet. “Should we sit a bit closer?” Voice laced with velvet, you're already scooting over the gap before he can disagree.

 Not like he planned to, the moment Jin's realizing what's going on; he's moving to close any left space between you two. His arm lifting to wrap around your shoulders as he tucks your body into his side. The movement so fluid and natural that you can't help but wonder how many times he's pulled the same move – no prompting needed.

 A few moments passed with your body cradled in his arms, his warmth surrounding you, and the strong scent of his cologne intoxicating you. You had noticed this the first time the two of you went out, Jin was well put together in his clothes and he always smelt so good. Not sure what it was, but the way that he smelt never failed to make your stomach flip.

 But it wasn't the time for that. Right now, it was time to put your perfect revenge plan into action. Delicately, the tips of his fingers ran over the swell of his chest, admiring the way the muscle felt underneath your digits. Dropping your hand lower, you spread your palm against his abs. 

 He had been so invested in the movie during your initial contact, that he hadn't noticed the feeling of your fingers on his chest... or chose not to acknowledge it. Now that you were tracing the ridges of his abs, his eyes were on you, slightly wide as he tried to figure exactly what you were playing at.

 You shot him an innocent smile, the tip of your index finger running over the curve of his bellybutton. Flinching at the contact, he blinked hard; breath caught in his throat as he waited. “I never knew you were so... strong,” Voice coming out in a purr, the tip of your finger trailing up the middle of his stomach. 

 Jin visibly gulped, confusion dancing over his brow as he shifted beside you. Not sure how to react to your sudden shift in behavior. You didn't care to slow down, to explain it to him – this was what he wanted, right?

 “I'm finding it so hard to pay attention to the movie,” Scooting closer to him, your hand drops down onto his thigh. Giving the muscle a light squeeze as you lean your body up, lips inches from his pink ears. “Do you want to know why?” You whispered, lips gently brushing over his lobe.

 “W-why?” He cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat; trying to avoid looking in your direction. If he was to turn his head, your lips would be mere inches apart. Just a simple twitch forward and you'd be kissing. No way he'd be able to keep his cool if that were to happen, so he kept his gaze forward. Not risking it.

 Fine with you, you weren't done playing. Thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of his pants, mouth closing around his earlobe. You felt him shudder, making a smirk rise on your lips. “I can't stop thinking about you... all the things we could be doing instead of being cooped up in here...”

 Jin was no fool, not the one to waste any time. If you were acting like this, saying that you were down there was no way he was going to pass up an opportunity like this. He'd just catch the movie when it came out on Netflix. “Should we go then?” He's mustering up all the courage he can manage to turn his head, dark eyes finding yours in the dim-lit room. 

 A bit surprised with his quick agreement, you're not letting it show on your face. You're grinning at his words, standing from your seat, and taking hold of his hand. Jin allows you to pull him up from his seated position, his hand landing on your hip. “Wait, slow down.” He's whispering, being considerate to the people scattered you.

 “You sure?” Head nodding before you had a chance to mull over his thought process in checking up at you. Reaching for his free hand, you're wiggling out of his grasp and tugging him behind you out of the theater.

 Both of you moving so fast, laughter slipping past his lips at your haste and you can't help but join in. You can feel the gaze of the people around you, but you don't care. Don't even bother to present an apology too wrapped up in enjoying yourself and trying to push away the warmth rising in your chest. Now wasn't the time for that.

 Jin's stopping you the second the cool night air is hitting your exposed skin. His hand twisting in your grasp until he's able to take hold of your hand. Easily, he's pulling your body into his and flashing you that heart-stopping smile of his. Chests pressed together, breaths mixing and you hadn't realized you had been breathing so heavily before.

 Your heart hammers against your chest as you stare up at him, his eyes searching yours. He's slow with the way he closes the negative space between the two of you, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks. And he's leaning in, lips finding yours... the smile breaking onto your lips before you have the chance to fight it.

 He's kissing you so slowly and delicately as if you were made of glass. Hands cool against your heated cheeks and you can feel his smile over your mouth. It was all becoming too much, your heart getting too involved over a stupid kiss... this was not part of the plan!

 You're pulling away at the feeling of his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, looking up at him with your lip caught between your teeth; trying to look as sexy as possible in this situation. “Come on, we'll have much more fun once we're alone...” Discreet in the way you gesture to the family of five that were making their way into the theater.

 Jin's following you without a word, the grin never falling from his plump lips. He's leading you this time, quick steps are taken to his car where he opens your door for you. You get comfortable against the seats, watching as he jogs around to the other side to slide in beside you.

 All giddy and smiley, excited that he was about to get some. That he was about to win this stupid bet he and his friends thought would be a good idea... boy, he had no idea what was coming.

 Thick laughter leaves your lips as you stumble into your bedroom with tangled feet. Jin's lips haven't left your skin since you were pushing your front door shut, fingers gripping at your hips, eagerly drumming at the exposed skin. He's turning your body to gently push you back against the door, lips dropping to capture yours.

 “Don't think... I'll... get tired, of kissing you,” He breaths out deeply, sentence carelessly strewn together his sole focus was the way he was moving his tongue in your mouth. And a skillful tongue it was, too bad this couldn't go all that far – you'd love to know how that tongue in other places...

 You're kissing him back with just as much fervor, hands sliding down the front of his shirt until you can grip the hem of the shirt. Slowly you drag it up, inch by inch revealing his well worked on torso to ghosts of your bedroom. He's pulling back then, hands reaching for yours to assist you in his disrobing.

 A moment is spared to admire just what he had been hiding underneath all that fabric. Oh, what a shame... Leaning on your toes, you're taking his lips in another lingering kiss careful not to push too far. Plan would go to shit if you were allowing yourself to get lost in his soft kisses.

 Easily, you move from your position against the door. Jin watches you the entire short walk to your bed, body turning so he can get a better look at you. You make a show of the way you climb toward your headboard, bare legs crossed as you look up at him. Beckoning him over with your finger, Jin is quick to spring to action, all but running over to the edge of your bed.

 He's waiting, noticing how you stopped him just before he was about to climb into bed right on top of you. If only. What a shame. Jin's eyes drop to your thighs, catching the way you rub them together as your teeth nibble at your lower lip. “Take your pants off,” The command coming out whiner than you had hoped but Jin's hands are quick. His eyes on you the whole time he's unfastening his belt and dropping his pants to his ankles.

 You're careful not to let your eyes bulge at the sight of the size of his erection, straining against his boxers and just begging for some attention. A rub. A suck. Something. If circumstances were different, you would've been on your knees by now. Begging for a taste. What a shame.

 “These too,” The finger you had began to nibble at falls from your mouth, arm extending until you're able to reach him. You trace the tip of your finger over his covered shaft because, fuck... you can't help yourself.

 Jin shudders, mouth dropping and you can swear you see his dick twitch underneath the fabric. “You're fucking perfect.” He groans, quick to pull his bottoms down his legs, not even reacting to the way his cock bobs free, slapping against his hipbone. Fuck, he was huge, unbelievably thick, and beautifully veiny. Whoever said God was fair...

 Swinging your legs toward the edge of the bed, you're reaching for his hip; pulling his body toward you gently. Forcing your eyes from his pretty cock up to his face. Ignoring the urge to wrap your lips around the tip, just a taste. That couldn't hurt, right? “You think I'm perfect?” There's sincerity in your voice, still not over the initial shock felt when the compliment was falling from his lips.

 You couldn't lose your head now, though. Not when you were already so close to your goal. Jin is nodding his head without a second thought and you're grinning, leaning back just a bit so you can get a better look at his face.

 “Worth a hundred bucks?” 

 His eyes turn to moons the moment your words are registering. “W-what? How do you... how do you know about that?” He's stepping back just as you're shooting up from your bed.

 “What do you mean how do I know!? How could you try to humiliate me like that!?” You had spent so much time planning and re-planning your revenge that you hadn't put any time into thinking of what you were going to say once the jig was up. Mostly because you were so hurt by what he had done and you couldn't think of a way to express that without punching him a good one.

 “I mean-,” You're moving around the room, collecting the clothes that he had carelessly thrown down in the mindset he was going to become a richer man tonight. “Who even does something like that!? Is making a quick buck really that important to you?” You felt yourself holding back, wanted to ask how dare he make you like him just to turn out to be like any other guy.

 No way were you going to let him know that his stupid prank was working in any way, though. Keeping the little fact that you were falling for it to yourself was best. “It wasn't like that, Yn! Really.” He's half trying to explain himself to you and half focused on just what the hell you're doing with his clothes. Large hand covering his junk, no longer feeling confident in his nudity. 

 “Then what was it like, Jin?” You're turning, quick, not realizing that he had been standing right behind you. “Because from what I understand is that you and your friends thought it would be fun to put a price tag on my sex life and who knows how many other girls you're fucking with,” That, had been something that you forced yourself not to consider... but not the words were falling from your lips and realization was hitting.

 “It's just you! I mean... please, just hear me out. There aren't any other girls, and-,” You're cutting him off with a lift of his hand. Not really in the mood to be lied to. So ready to get him out of your face so you could be alone with all that you were feeling. “I don't want to hear it. I really don't. You're disgusting, Seokjin.” Your last words are delivered slowly and with your eyes staring into his. 

 “Yn-” He starts, but stops when he notices your backward steps toward your bedroom window. You push it open without any strain, lifting his clothes. “W-wait, what are you doing!?” He looks panicked as you toss his clothes out of the window, slamming it shut after you see them hit the ground.

 “Why would you go and do something like that!?” He's pissed, you can tell... but you don't care. You're done with him. Gave him the thirty seconds of distraught that he earned and now you were over it. For the most part. You'd work it out. It hadn't been that long since the two of you started hanging out. It wouldn't be that hard to get your shit together.

 “Hm, I wonder.” You mock with a roll of your eyes, you're passing him crossing your bedroom to reach your bathroom. “You can let yourself out,” There finality in your tone and you mean it, not bothered if you never saw him again after this.

 “You're not even going to let me explain?” He sure is talkative for a dude clutching his junk while his designer garments soaked in mud. “There's nothing to explain. Get out.” There's a droop in his shoulders following the sternness of your words. He's making his way toward your door with slow steps and you feel your heart crunch.

 Hated that it had to be like that, that he had to be like the rest of them. That you even bothered to give him a chance in the first place. It was so clear to you in the beginning, but you thought to give him the benefit of doubt, wanted him to be different... everyone was the same.

 “To think I was starting to change my opinion about you,” The words slip without your full intention. He's turning to look at you, but you're quick with the way you pull the bathroom door shut. Not having it in you to actually watch him walk out.

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.

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Prompt: kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches

Oh my god, Alex! I had so much fun writing this! It was a wild 5k ride these past 24 hours but here it is. I had never written hurt!comfort before, so this is my take on the classic Rio comes to Beth’s room late at night, bruised and bloody. 

I’m posting it here but it’s mad long. Feel free to check it out instead on AO3. 

I’ll Treat You Better (Than I Did Before)

It’s pitch dark in her bedroom and it takes Beth a minute to realize she’s awake. There’s a foggy, semi-intelligible lecture to Kenny swirling stubbornly in her thoughts. Was it even Kenny? Or maybe it was a pre-teen Annie of years ago...  It clings, insisting she pick up and finish the end of her rant if only to give her enough peace of mind to go back to sleep.

Earlier that day -- or Beth supposes it must be after midnight by now and the overly-rambunctious evening had all officially transpired in the past of the day before -- Kenny had come leaping down off a tree branch in the backyard. It was his latest attempt to “scare the bejeezus” out of his little sisters. He must have been up there for quite some time lying in wait for them to play below him. He had rappelled down like some sort of nightmarish, gangly monkey. Emma’s shriek had carried across the backyard to Beth as she sorted laundry in the mudroom, alerting her that there was mischief afoot. She could picture it in her mind’s eye, Emma levitating a foot off the ground. 

Meanwhile, her youngest, Jane, had sprung forward in instinctive defense of her more mild-mannered older sister, and tackled her pest of an older brother. Janey must have put all of her weight into it, too (and God, she would be great at football, if only there was a team that would take her) because she launched Kenny backward through the air to plop straight into a row of her beautiful, thorn-filled bushes.  

Beth had found herself sprinting barefoot across the yard, helicoptering in to extricate her thirteen-year-old son from his painful perch. After some careful maneuvering, her attempts had ended in a sniffling Kenny with blood dripping down his right arm from dozens of long, thin scratches. Luckily for Kenny (and Beth’s sanity), his mother kept her Neosporin stocked up in spades. Beth ended up sitting with him for the better part of the evening patching him up. 

At the cusp of his teenage years, Kenny is the spitting image of Dean, but damn, if he didn’t remind her of Annie at that age. Ballsy, sharp, plotting, and with little regard for self-preservation, teenage Kenny has really started to push her buttons. The same arguments come bubbling up from the years of yore, the same old patterns. Too quickly, she felt tears bead hotly at the corner of her eyes as she scolded Kenny to be sensical, to watch out for his siblings, to be safe. 

Then, when she was done, she had rounded on Jane. 

Beth’s thoughts continue mulling the evening over as she shifts under her covers. She comes further into consciousness, summoned by the underlying anxiety about the family history she worries could repeat, is repeating, in her children's lives. Beth considers the sheltered home-life she had carefully manufactured for her kids and wonders where she went wrong. Was this uptick in reckless behavior a product of the divorce?

She considers a quick Internet search — just to peek, get some reassurance. But, it’s just as likely she’ll come across something that will stress her out. Then she’ll really wake up and what she should do is go back to sleep, and leave the family pathologizing for the morning. 

Distantly, wrapped in the dark cocoon of her bed, Beth registers a robust rumble and the sound of rain— thunder? How long has it been raining? 

A bright flash of light peels through the curtains of the French doors and the windows of her bedroom, illuminating the ceiling above her. The answering thunder cracks loudly a few seconds later, and Beth, a grown adult, startles in her bed. 

Kenny and Jane certainly had too much of their aunt’s recklessness in them, but perhaps Beth and Emma (and sometimes Danny) were also too similar -- another thing to worry about. She wonders if her eldest daughter, her mini-me, is fated to a lifetime of boredom and self-effacement for the comfort of other people? Could this be the legacy Beth is passing on to her daughter? Oh my god. 

Beth squeezes her eyes shut, trying to shut out this unhelpful, midnight whorl of thoughts, and rolls over to check her phone. Three.

It’s too late, early, obscene for this particular spiral. But these are the kind of thoughts that take root in her mind, and come out in the middle of the night to make her second guess if she’s doing anything right in her life.

Beth takes a deep breath. She lets it out. Then, she burrows deeper in the covers, tries to settle back in her skin, and listens to the rain. 

It might have worked, too, except suddenly the French doors are jostled insistently from the outside. The handles smack sharply as they snap back into place, and Beth all but jumps a foot into the air. 

She’s suddenly awake, too awake, and pissed off. 

Beth has exactly one guess of who is out there. Who else could it be? 

Adrenaline pulses through her veins, as Beth leaps up to stalk to the double doors. She pulls back the gauze curtain and glowers at the shadowy figure outside. 

Lightning flashes again illuminating Rio’s glare that meets hers from the other side. He cants his jaw, raising a hand to rap impertinently at the glass. There’s blood on his face and his knuckles leave a red smear where he knocked on the window. 

Immediately, Beth unlocks the doors and steps back to let him in. The smell of wet earth floods her room, and abruptly, she and Rio are two shadowy figures in the darkness of her room. 

“You change the locks on me, ma?” Rio asks, playing wounded -- emotionally, that is. 

What a fucking night. 

“Yes.” Beth snips. She strides ahead of him to the ensuite and flicks on the lights to the bathroom. Her eyes squint as she adjusts to the brightness. “I didn’t want any more surprises.” Beth spins to face him. 

Rio has paused behind her, leaning against the frame of the bathroom. He brings up a palm to clutch the area of his chest over his heart. His knuckles are caked in blood, some of them still actively bleeding. Beth scans his face and registers the purple bruise blooming along one of his too-sharp, too-handsome cheekbones and there’s a dab of blood at his temple. His hoodie and pants are soaked from the rain and are dripping a puddle onto the bathroom tile floor. Her eyes drop down the length of him, and she notes that it’s the first time she’s seen his sneakers muddy. He must have tracked dirt all through her carpet. 

Worry coils knots between her shoulder blades. 

He looks like shit. 

But, still -- he finds the gall to drag his eyes suggestively down her body and she wonders what on earth he’s looking at. It’s the middle of the night, she’s not wearing any makeup, and her hair probably lies straight and limp from her pillow. Quickly her eyes flick sideways to the mirror to check that she doesn’t have drool flaking on her cheek. She doesn’t, but then her eyes catch on her frayed pajamas that in sleep have been pulled in an unflattering stretch across her body. She wonders if she could tug the fabric back into place without being too obvious, and her gaze rises to look at Rio surreptitiously in the mirror. In the seconds she’s looked away, his eyes have zeroed in on her chest and Beth is suddenly very aware that she is not wearing a bra. 

Quickly, the self-righteousness flares again. Once upon a time, she had thought it sexy-- okay, maybe a kernel of hers still thinks it’s a little sexy. But, now, after what happened between them, she never wants him to shed a drop of blood again. Beth wants to smack him, shake him… and draw him in, and warm him up, and kiss at the blood on his knuckles. The impulse beats warm, warm, warm in her chest. A clap of thunder sounds again, and like a flash she pictures his fingers illuminated in the dark of her bedroom, bloody and vibrant against the paleness of her skin. 

Somewhere low, her body throbs. 

Rio licks his lips. 

Beth swears at herself and tries to shake it off. “Get in here.” 

Blessedly, Rio doesn’t make any moves to touch her. Instead, they do a graceful pivot around each other, as he moves into her bathroom. She swears the air quivers with some spell of gravity or attraction manifesting itself between their bodies. Why-- Why is it like this? 

Beth bites her lower lip, exhausted, worried, and a little nervy. Rio tracks the movement of her teeth at her lip. 

Then, he shivers. 

It nudges her back to her senses. 

Beth lofts her nose in the air, prim. “Luckily for you, the Neosporin is already out.” She sighs, rolling her shoulders back. “It’s been a day.”

Rio nods along with her, his lips pressing together with the effort of suppressing a wry grin. “You’re tellin’ me.” 

She nods back at him. “I’m going to go get it.” 

“‘Kay.” 

Rio shivers again, and he looks disdainfully down at his wet clothes. 

“Don’t move.” Beth insists, exasperation and worry setting more firmly in. She wonders if she will find more blood under his clothes, knows she’ll see his scars again tonight, and prays he hasn’t added anything more to the collection. Beth tries to mask her concern. “I don’t want blood in my bedroom.” 

She starts to turn away, when Rio intones sardonic and somehow still with a thread of sincerity, “Thank you, darlin’.”

Beth throws him a quick glare and then tip-toes out of her bedroom to the kitchen. She takes the opportunity to adjust the set of her pajamas and combs her fingers through her hair. Then, mindful of not making more noise that would wake the kids, she quietly gathers the first aid supplies she had used earlier to tend to Kenny. There’s a quick moment of consideration, then she shoves the handle of bourbon under her arm. She makes her way back through the semi-darkness of the house, periodic flashes from the storm outside illuminating her way. 

Beth returns to her bedroom, the light from the ensuite beckoning her forward. Inside, Rio has settled on the edge of the tub. He’s pulled the hoodie off and it lies discarded in a sodden pile behind him in the tub. He’s left wearing a damp black t-shirt and soaked black denim. 

Beth sets the supplies on the vanity and then snaps her fingers, gesturing at him insistently. “Take it all off.”

“‘Scuse me?” Rio’s eyebrows raise in disbelief and amusement.

“Take off your clothes.”

Rio’s hands go to grasp the edge of his t-shirt.  “So it’s that kind of healin’, huh?”

Beth makes a dismissive sound and gestures impatiently at him to take off his shirt. Rio peels it off and drops it with the hoodie. 

His tattoos and the scars dance before her in the bright bathroom light like a mirage. Then, Rio drops his big, bloody hands to unbutton his fly. His thumb pauses, fondling the button as his grin spreads Cheshire-like across his face. Quickly, Beth grabs her towel off the rack and pushes it at his chest. Then she turns around and stares through the doorway into the darkness of her bedroom, to give him privacy. 

The night thunderstorm continues on, noisy and beautiful when she really comes to focus on it. Beth wonders if her children might have woken up with the thunder, but she hasn’t heard their footsteps. They could never successfully sneak around Beth, her ears tuned to their movements. Her eyes drift to the doorway of her bedroom and she sends a brief plea that they sleep through the storm. She doesn’t want Janey or Emma coming down to creep into her bed, while her crime boss is bleeding in her bathroom.

There’s a loud thud of soppy denim landing in the tub, and it brings her back to exactly what Rio is doing behind her.

She can hear the smirk in his voice when he calls, “You gonna kiss it and make it better now, Elizabeth?”

Beth shuts her eyes in a surge of pique. Why does she like him again?

But, hadn’t those same thoughts already flashed through her head? Of kissing his pain away?

She tries to get herself under control. “Are you decent?”

“Mmhm.”

Beth turns and finds Rio with her towel slung low around his hips, seated again on the edge of the tub. He’s dry now -- or drier. There are little beads of water that he missed lined under an ear, along a bicep. His blood stands out dabbed across his hands and at his brow. It doesn’t look like there’s any other damage to him. 

The tattoos look stark against his skin in the light, the scars starker but her eyes still have to skip past those. She wants to lick at the wings of his neck, to pin him underneath her, and suck at them in her bed. And god, he doesn’t look his best tonight. He’s not the sure-fire and graceful version of him prowling from his stupid, luxury car, or sitting incorrectly in whatever chair is around, or taunting her with his one-upmanship and wide smiles. But, want blooms wild at the sight of so much of him at once and she has a brief thought that the thunderstorm could work to their advantage. 

Rio shifts and stretches his legs out long in front of him. Then he slants his jaw at her in a manner that can only be described as cocky, daring her to ignore him, and her towel, and his probable nakedness. His eyes dance with mirth.

Quickly, regroups by Beth clamping her eyes shut again to dispel the image, the reality in front of her.

Does she still have any of Dean’s clothes? Damn, she knows she meticulously packed them all away for him to head off any possible excuse--  A loose shirt maybe? Or perhaps a spare bedsheet they could drape around him? No. That’s dangerous territory—

What was he going to wear out of here?

Well… she could always go grab more towels from the linen closet in a bit. Throw his clothes in the dryer. That was a start. 

Beth opens her eyes, and extends him her hand, “Let me see.”

“I can handle it, ma,” Rio says affectionately, seemingly sparing her in a rare show of grace. “It’s my mess.”

Ah, yes. His creed. 

“Why are you here then?” 

“‘Cause it’s pouring out and I was nearby.” 

She stares at him, trying to connect the dots. 

“...And you thought you could show up like this and I would— what? Be your hot pack?”

Rio scoffs a short laugh. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You knocked on my bedroom door at three in the morning,” she hisses. 

Rio shrugs, not giving a quarter. 

“Is this supposed to be a—” Beth lowers her voice to an affronted whisper. “—booty call?”

He stares at her, his mouth falling open. Then he shakes his head in what Beth thinks is disbelief. “Pass me the kit.” 

Beth doesn’t move. Instead, she crosses her arms and stares down at him seated below her. “What happened?” 

Rio grits his jaw.

Their scowls meet in a stalemate. 

Thunder crashes again outside, loud as ever. Beth jumps at the sound, it loosens her stance as Rio gives another shiver from the residual chill on his skin. His gaze softens on her, and she relents -- for now.  

Beth grabs the kit, flips down the lid of the toilet and perches on the commode next to him. She holds out her palms again. “Let me see.” 

This time, Rio extends his hands. 

Beth can’t help a small grin at the victory. She cranes over his fingers, turning them around in her palms. Despite getting caught in the downpour, his hands are warm, strong as always and eclipsing hers. For the most part, the bleeding at his knuckles has stopped, and she feels her worry unknot itself. In reward for his rare compliance, she passes him the bottle of bourbon.

He wrinkles an eyebrow in surprise. “You okay with me taking a swig from the bottle?”

Beth considers it for a beat. Then she leans over and plucks the old sippy cup she keeps in the bathroom for brushing her teeth and offers it to him. He chuckles and opens the handle. He fills the sippy cup half way with bourbon and now it’s Beth’s turn to give Rio a look of surprise. He takes a drink. 

“For sharing.”  He grins at her over the rim of the cup, too charming for the middle of the night. 

Remotely, Beth can feel the tiredness pulling at her bones from the eventful evening caring to three of her four children and the subsequent interrupted sleep. But more pressingly -- the heat throbs low in her core again. 

She pulls the cup out Rio’s grasp, and takes a sip. The smell of the bourbon is sharp in her nose as it goes down her throat, settling warm in her belly. She hands back the cup and returns to her self-appointed task. 

She absolutely doesn’t think of the finally-healed bullet scars in her face. Or the expanse of brown skin exposed in front of her. Or his eyes resting warm on her face, occasionally drifting to follow the careful movement of her hands. 

Beth focuses on the cuts. 

First, she grabs the peroxide. For an eternity, or what really is just a few minutes, the only sound is the rain falling steadily outside and their soft breathing. The smell of the peroxide makes Beth's nose wrinkle and Rio gives a quiet laugh. His fingers twitch as she irrigates the wounds but otherwise he takes it well. 

For the millionth time, she wonders if Rio boxes. He must, right?

After she’s done with the hydrogen peroxide, they both take another swig of bourbon, polishing off the sippy cup. Then, Beth moves on to dabbing Rio’s knuckles with alcohol. 

Halfway through the first hand, there’s another loud clap of thunder. Beth’s hands tense and she presses too firmly into one of the cuts. Rio flinches and looks at her with a question on his face.

“You scared of thunder?”

“No.” 

He smiles at her, not seeming to believe her words. 

“I’m just tired.” --and overstimulated, and are you even wearing boxers underneath that towel?

Beth pivots. “So what happened?”

Rio’s smile wanes and he looks at her with that old guarded look-- that I’m a tough crime boss and I don’t talk easy look. She rolls her eyes and continues cleaning his knuckles. 

“I was out on business--” 

She looks up from his knuckles to search his face. 

“Not our business.” Rio clarifies, but Beth only has more questions as he continues, “And I got into a fight with some dumb motherfucker who didn’t do as he was told.”

“What was the problem?” Her mind spirals. She’s responsible for a sizable part of his wealth now but so much of his business is still elusive. But, the question comes out inelegant, too direct. 

Rio looks at her with reproach, pursing his lips. 

“Didn’t respect the pecking order.” 

Honestly, she doesn’t have enough context to be sure she knows what that means. But, she’s certainly had enough of those kinds of disputes with Rio herself. She knows it’s serious -- hence the blood -- and she decides not to press. It’s three, now three-thirty, in the morning and Beth doesn’t have the energy to work on their communication at this hour. 

She returns her focus to his hands, but the rest of him, the exposed length of him catches her eye from the periphery of her vision.

She recognizes that particular musky smell of him, of his skin, as their bodies lean close together.

She tries her previous question again. “And how did you end up here?”

Her gaze darts up to look at him through her lashes. She finds him staring solemnly back at her. 

Then, he shrugs.

“You were closer”

Beth bites her lip.

It was just two months ago that they had slept with each other at Paper Porcupine. It had been the first time since before and it just happened, late one night at a private drop between them. It had been electric, furious, and everything she had fantasized about alone in her bed. They had gone a few rounds despite the lack of comfortable surfaces. 

She tries never to think about it. But, it ends up filling all of her day-dreams. 

He had gotten on the table next to the printing press, and he had dropped to his knees and eaten her out. The look in his eyes while he had-- Afterwards, he pulled out a stack from the drop money and seemed to pretend-swat her ass with it. They had ended up spilling the bag out and they fucked on fresh stacks of cash. 

Then there was kissing, a literal bathroom break. Then, Rio, bossy, ridiculous, had led her over to a work table. He had pulled up her blouse, pulled down her bra, and bent her over the edge. His hand firm at her back, he had pushed her chest into a tin of setting pulp. God.  She had moaned around the thick fingers that he had curled into her mouth, impossibly turned on and feeling the… sluttiest she had ever felt. Rio had murmured dirty encouragement in her ear, egging her over to the edge again and again.

Not one to let him get the last word, Beth had insistently pushed off the table just before he came and pulled him out. Rio had watched in a fevered daze, groaning as she had sunk to her knees, sucking him off, tasting herself with a triumphant glint in her eye. Beth had let his come spill, joining the mess smeared across her throat and breasts.

Afterward, they laid together, sticky, sprawled out on the floor, and came back to earth. Eventually, she had tugged open the buttons of his shirt. He had let her. And Beth had cried — quietly, restrained — as she kissed the scars she had given him. Rio had eyed her steadily, carefully as Beth’s world tilted completely off its axis. 

They fucked again a week later at the hot tub store, in the water with strategic use of one of the jets. And a few days after that in his car, and then in the back of hers. Then, Paper Porcupine again and that was the last time. Beth had just managed to get him dressed and out the front door as Annie and Ruby had come through the back rallying for printing night. Beth had feigned ignorance as they had asked increasingly pointed questions about the eye-sore of a Mercedes that had just been parked outside of the store and reality came crashing down.

After that, Beth had kept her distance. And Rio… was never one to meet her more than halfway.

But, he continued to drop in on her -- more than ever. She is clearly on his schedule, penciled into the spare hours of the day. 

And still, she continues to resist it — the pull. 

She could admit they had their fun. Is that what people call the best sex they’ve ever had in their life?

But, she doesn’t know if she’s ready for something so unsteady, something that makes her feel so messy -- too alive. If she ever will be ready. But, she thinks of Rio bleeding somewhere out there and other nights where he won’t come to her, thinks of the night where she left him bleeding out, and her mouth twists in a grimace. 

Rio brings the hand she isn’t working on to squeeze reassuringly at her thigh. 

It feels really nice. 

Beth has to clear her throat and blink away a few tears. 

After she’s done with the alcohol swabs, she motions for Rio to follow her to the sink.  

As they both crowd around her vanity, Beth realizes she didn’t quite need to follow him as he rinses his knuckles out with water. But, she reminds herself, it’s the middle of the night and she’s tired. The cuts and scrapes haven’t been serious — but there’s been too much blood in the past few hours. 

She uncaps the Neosporin. It’s something for her to do with her empty, searching hands.

“Nah.” Rio shakes his head and turns off the water. “I don’t need that.”

Beth levels him with the look she gave Kenny earlier, brokering no arguments. 

“You want me to get it all over your bed?”

“Excuse me?” 

He blinks back at her. Then in affected shock, he continues, “You take my clothes, you ply me with booze and now you want me to drive across Detroit while it’s still pourin’ rain?” He tsks. “Damn, mama. That’s cold.”

Beth rolls her eyes — and she’s tired, and if he keeps his hands to himself and she keeps her hands to herself… what’s a couple of hours of shut-eye next to the lean, naked length of him? He would have to be naked. She wasn’t going to let him get into her sheets with wet boxers, even if he surprised her and they were somehow on underneath that towel.

Well, she’ll tackle it when they get there. For now, she abandons the Neosporin on the counter, passes over the bandaids and bandages she knows he won’t take, and grabs the hand towel to raise to his temple. He dodges away, playful but somewhat serious.

“I’m good. I promise.”

That’s not enough to stop Beth from zeroing in on the bruise at his cheek. She brings her fingertips up to prod at it gingerly. It’s swollen and hot. Rio winces beneath her touch, bringing his hands up to snatch hers. He lowers her hands to his lips instead, and he presses his mouth to her fingertips. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs hotly against her hand, effectively distracting her from doing anything else.

Beth gulps, as a spark kindles. Her skin burns where Rio’s mouth presses warm on her skin and shoots down her core. It coils in her belly and has her shifting in her stance. She’s still aware of where he touched her thigh just now and she craves more of his touch, the pleasure of his undivided attention.

Beth is flooded by thoughts of him, back in her bed. She thinks of him wrapped up in her sheets. She thinks of it now in the safety of darkness, with the rain still pattering down on the house. And she yearns.

She’s never felt like this before — not even when she was a teenager, young and hormonal. She had been too laden with responsibilities and a fumbling boyfriend who would become a boorish husband. Before crime, she had always accepted what had been handed to her without a complaint. But now... 

When she’s with Rio, Beth feels fire in her and it’s impossible to back away, to back down. 

She wants to chase him, be desired by him, bring him to her bed and into her life and never let him go. 

She blinks up from his mouth to look him in the eye. That look suspends between them heady, rife— 

It’s three-thirty in the morning and so what?

She licks her lips and lets herself loose. 

Beth pulls her hands away from his mouth and wraps them around his palms pulling them to her body instead. Goosebumps rise up along Rio’s arms.

She thinks, What’s one more time?

She thinks, I want to be the one who warms him up. 

She thinks, I want this. 

Beth brings his knuckles to her mouth, Rio’s hands weighty in hers. The musk of him fills her nose and it makes her light-headed, wet. She kisses them tenderly, her lips dragging against where his skin is unbroken. Her attention is trained on his hands, but she registers the wings fluttering again at his throat, as he swallows hard.

When Beth is done kissing each cut, she brings one hand to rest on her hip and the other’s fingertips to her mouth instead. She takes the tip of an index finger in her mouth and she bites firm at the pad.

When he groans, she feels deep in her cunt. 

She’s achingly empty, burning and she wants him. She can’t think of anything else.

But, Rio hovers a breath away. He’s never needed much convincing before.

And she thinks, Right. We’re here again.

Her bed.

So, she rises up onto her toes, her lips landing softly on his bruised cheek. As she lingers in what increasingly feels like their natural orbit — kissing distance — she brings Rio's hand under her shirt to squeeze at the warm, rounded weight of her breast. It’s her turn to moan as he cups her, his hand reaching up to roll her nipple between his fingers.

Rio presses his forehead to hers, panting open-mouthed against her lips. The tips of their noses brush. She feels his cock hard against her stomach, through the stupid towel.

She wants to devour him.

Beth pulls at the drawstring of her pants and pushes them down. She brings Rio’s hand that has moved to clutch her ass, to perch between her legs instead so he can feel how wet she is.

Rio groans and murmurs, “This for me, Elizabeth?”

His fingers give a perfect, exploratory swirl around her clit. Beth rocks back, scooting her butt to rest on the vanity. She spreads her legs so Rio can dip his fingertips to tease her cunt with a hint of what it’ll be like to be full.

“Always for you.”

It’s unclear who initiates the kiss. It doesn’t matter. It all devolves quickly after that.

[impala-dreamer]

Unskinny Bop

SPN FanFic

~A mysterious stranger swings by your club one night and he's hard for you to resist.~

John Winchester x stripper!Reader

2,107 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Stripping, Hoeing, Prostitution, Fornication. YadaYada. John's a sexy motherfucker.

A/N: So, this happened. lol.  "I don't write John!" oops... This was a request made by Cindy Jo on Patreon for kinktober "lapdance". Hope you all enjoy...

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He walks in and the air in the room shifts. You can feel it hit you all the way up on the stage.

He’s tall and handsome, collar of his leather jacket popped up against the nape of his neck. His hair is dark, almost black, just like the look in his eyes. He’s bruised and scruffy, dangerous.

Mama always told you to stay away from men that looked like him, but Mama wasn’t there.

You hook your left leg around the pole and spin, slowly, just enough to show your wares and grab his attention. You get it; his eyes are glued to you as he sits in the dark corner of the club and lights a smoke. The match flares and you see hazel and lust flash up at you. His thin lips part as he exhales and you can almost feel the smoke in your head, making everything else fade away.

A man at the edge of the stage waves a twenty at you so you dip down to recieve it, popping your hip and offering him the string of your thong. The cash is cold and scratches your skin as it slides beneath the elastic. The man’s fingers linger on your thigh as you stand and back away with a sexy smile. You give him a moment of your attention but your mind is in the back of the room.

Your song ends and the crowd looks away, uninterested with applause, instead looking for the next dancer as she lingers behind the curtain. That’s fine with you, your dance is done and your intentions are set.

“Hey there.” You smile as he looks up, runt of a cigarette dangling between his lips.

He takes a puff and pulls it away, snuffing it out in the ashtray as he sits back in his chair and looks you over. “Hey yourself, Princess.” His voice is pure sex and gravel and your pussy throbs as it washes over you.

“Rough night?” you ask, looking down at the dried blood caking the knuckles of his right hand. There’s a ring on the left, thin band of yellow gold, but that doesn’t turn you away. You’ve seen husbands come and go, all with the same idea in their heads. It was nothing new and you were nothing if not discreet.

He smirks and rubs at the back of his hand. “You could say that.”

He’s not offering any more or asking, but he doesn’t look away. He licks his bottom lip slowly and your pulse quickens.

“Maybe a dance will distract you,” you tease, crossing your arms so your tits pop, nearly escaping the thin white babydoll you’d thrown on after your set. The lace can barely hold you in, but he doesn’t seem to mind, eyes falling quickly to your cleavage.

“I think that would be delightful,” he grins.

You can feel your nipples stiffen as his gaze draws across your chest. Leaning down to give him a better look, you place your palms on the table next to his hand. “Twenty for a quick one out here,” you explain with a sweet bat of your eyes. “Forty if you want some privacy…”

He sits all the way back in his seat and cocks his head to look you over, eyes dropping from your tits down to your barely covered pussy and down, lingering on your naked thighs. He smacks his lips and dips into his jeans, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. Five wrinkled twenty dollar bills fan out on the sticky tabletop.

“How much will that buy me?” His eyes flash up to yours and everything your Mama ever told you about dangerous strangers suddenly disappeared into oblivion, lost forever.

The VIP room is covered floor to ceiling in crushed red velvet and black leather, the lights are dim and tinted with pink gels, and wall length mirrors are strategically placed across from the round couch, giving customers the perfect view.

He followed you inside, heavy boots thudding on the thin carpet behind you.

“Have a seat,” you offer, waving a hand over the leather couch.

He sits in the middle, spreading his long legs and resting his palms on the worn denim. He watches silently as you shut the door and flip the light switch, turning on the pink lights.

“Classy,” he jokes, looking up at the spotlights.

You laugh and flip a second switch, flooding the room with music. A hard, familiar guitar riff flows through hidden speakers behind the couch and you start to move, rocking your hips to the song.

“Nice choice,” he comments, nodding in approval at the song.

“You don’t strike me as a Poison fan,” you tease, moving closer, smoothing your hands down over your lace bodice.

He sits back and sighs happily, eyes fixed on your tits. “Really? How do I strike you, then?” His lips turn slowly at the edges, daring you to answer honestly.

You bite your lip and dip your chin, looking him over. There’s scratches on his cheek, a bruise on his neck, cuts on his knuckles. His jacket is old and worn, cuffs of his jeans muddy and frayed. Still, there’s something in his face that tells you he’s OK, he’s a good guy, just rough and tumble.

“I don’t know,” you answer coyly, peeling the strap from your left shoulder. “You seem dangerous...mysterious...sexy.” The right side falls as well and you inch the lace down off of your tits, swaying your hips as you strip for him.

He smiles and rubs his thighs, clearly enjoying your display.

“Did I get close?” you laugh, pulling your tits free, nipples hard in the cool air.

He nods and bites his lip. “Pretty close.”

The babydoll pools at your feet and you step out of it, slowly lifting each leg as you do, giving him a nice long look. “Well, maybe I can get closer.” You watch his eyes glaze over at your words and keep dancing, moving your body faster with the hard beat. “I like being close, don’t you?”

The tip of his tongue presses against his top teeth and he nods subtly. “I do.” His right hand dips between his thighs, fingers teasing his cock. You watch the bulge twitch and rub your tits for him, moaning as you pinch your nipples hard.

“Good. So do I.”

You turn quickly and shake your ass a bit, backing up until your legs are against his knees. The denim is soft and you lean back, placing your hands on his firm thighs. He feels so solid, so thick, and your pussy drips as you rub against him.

He lifts a hand to tease down your spine, forcing your back to arch away instinctively. It tickles, but fuck, his touch is so warm you melt into it. Scooting back, you set your ass against his crotch and start to grind, rubbing hard with the music, rolling your hips. You can feel your tiny panties soak and hope he can feel it as well. It’s not every day a customer actually turns you on like this.

“What’s your name?” he growls, hand suddenly tight on your hip.

You rock against his palm. “Candy.”

His fingers tighten. “Really?”

“No,” you laugh and stand up, spinning around to straddle his hips, shoving your tits in his face.  The stubble on his chin scratches your breast and sends a shiver down your back. “What’s yours?”

He clicks his tongue and fits his big hands in the curve of your waist. “You can call me, Sir.”

A smile pulls at your lips. “OK, Sir,” you tease, rubbing down on his stiffness. “How’s this feel?”

He hisses and slides his hands upwards to cup your tits. His hands are huge, strong; fingers warm and rough, calluses tickling wherever they land, bringing up a forest of goosebumps across your skin. “Real nice, Princess.” His words are a rumble on his lips and your cunt closes around nothing, hungry for him.

He leans forward suddenly and flicks his tongue against your left nipple, hazel eyes staring upwards to see your reaction. Your eyes roll a bit and your jaw drops; no one’s touched you like that in a long while. Dances were usually handsfree, but every now and then…

His mouth closes around your nipple and his teeth nip, making you jerk down hard on his lap.

“Fuck!” you whimper, pushing a hand through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He pushes into you, burying his face in your chest, sucking and lapping at your sensitive flesh until you tug at his hair, yanking his face up to yours. “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” you moan, plastering on an innocent look. “I could get fired.”

He sits back, lips wet and red, curled in a sly smile. He plucks your nipples with his fingertips and tips his head to the side. “You want me to stop?”

It’s so simple, so honest. If you say yes, he’ll stop right away and let you go.

If you say no, you’re sure to get caught with his cock plugged deep in your cunt.

You can feel him, hard and ready beneath you; your cunt already soaked and aching. You rub against him, pushing down hard, making him bite his lip. Just a little tease before you answer.

“I’m not supposed to fuck the customers, Sir,” you tell him, pouting as you lock your arms around the back of his neck and lift up slowly.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he reaches into his jacket pocket, runs his tongue across your collarbone as he fumbles with a wrapper.

“Ask me,” he growls when he’s ready, cock sheathed and leaking precum into the rubber. “Ask.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his ear. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

He’s inside within seconds, thrusting upwards as he pulls you down by the hips. The stretch makes you cry out, biting your lip to hold back a scream. He’s so thick, so hot, and your cunt has never felt so full and happy.

“Ride me,” he commands, leaning in to snap his teeth over your nipple. “Hard.”

“Yes, Sir.” Your head falls back as you lift up and on your knees and then slam down, desperate to find a rhythm while your body tightens around him. “Fuck, you’re huge,” you moan as you take him deeper.

He lifts his hips, meeting your downwards push and pulls his lips from your tit with a wet pop. “You fit like a glove, Sweetheart. Such a sweet little pussy.”

“Fuck!”

The music changes as you ride his cock; steady beat of the drums like a metronome for your hips. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, suckling and biting at the tender flesh that hides your pulse. You know it’s going to bruise, you know you should stop him, but he feels so good. The heaviness of his big hands on your body, the scratch of his cheek against yours, the pull of his mouth. You can’t think straight as he takes over, thrusting up into you while you roll over the edge, cunt pumping around his cock, your slick dripping down onto his old jeans.

He holds you up as you slump backwards, body convulsing as the quick orgasm flows through you. One giant arm braces your spine, a giant hand on the back of your head, holding you steady as he finishes.

He cums like a rockstar, growling through clenched teeth; dark eyes becoming slits as he takes a relaxing breath and lets you go.

There’s little small talk as he cleans himself up; making use of the box of tissues hidden behind the sofa.

“I’m here every night but Thursday,” you say sweetly, hoping he’ll be back, wondering if he’d want you again.

“That’s nice,” he says passively, fixing his belt and giving you a polite smile.

Your heart is racing as you cover yourself back up, trying to fix your hair in the mirror while keeping an eye on him. “You can also ask for me by name if you come back and don’t see me. Maybe we could-”

“Thanks, Princess,” he says, cutting you off as he reaches for the door. “But I’m just passing through.”

You never did see him again but you remember the smell of him, leather and ash, sweat and whiskey; the feel of his lips tugging at your flesh, the fullness of him pounding away at your aching cunt.

As far as customers go, Sir was one to remember.

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[scftuan]

Coffee, Black.

Genre: Mafia!au

Rating: M (brief depictions of violence and smut)

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x reader

Summary: he was the heir to Seoul’s most infamous mafia empire and she was just the girl who made his coffee. But somehow, that’s all the mattered.

“I’m sorry, we’re not open.” You called over your shoulder as you continued wiping down the back counters, coffee grounds and random spills discoloring the damp cloth you were using.

“Not even for your favorite customer?”

You rolled your eyes, turning around to see Byun Baekhyun grinning back at your, his eyes scrunching with the crookedness of his mouth. “I wouldn’t say favorite...probably best considering the unhealthy amount of coffee you consume.” You deadpanned, even though you were already moving to put together Baekhyun’s go-to order.

“You really know what to say to get a man going.” He teased, pulling a chair out from one of the tables and sitting backwards on it, his arms wrapping around the back of it as his legs straddled the sides.

“Hmmm, what does that say about your desperation level that someone giving your a dire health warning can ‘get you going’?” You said, coming out from behind the counter to set his coffee in front of him.

“It says that I find dangerous situations sexy, especially when you’re involved.” He winked, sipping his coffee with a cheeky smirk as you turned away, hoping he hadn’t seen the faint flush that had graced your cheeks.

——————

“Okay, who’s the guy?”

“Who said there was a guy?” You asked your friend, trying to feign innocence even though your lips were already turning up at the corners in a smile.

Your bestie squealed, grabbing your hands to pull you down onto the couch with her. “Tell me all about him. First, what’s his name?”

That was easy. Byun Baekhyun was a name that had become common for you in the amount of times you’d said it, heard it, or thought it. Anything else? That would be more difficult. You knew he liked coffee more than life, that he seemed to come from a large family, that when he wasn’t working he could be found enjoying online games and the occasional flirt session with any female who passed by. But try as you might to learn more about him, Byun Baekhyun had been very tightlipped concerning his personal life.

But you couldn’t tell your friend that...so you lied. You told her all the things that made up your ideal type...and you hoped that all these things were true for the only person you wanted to fit them.

—————-

“You’re an odd one Byun Baekhyun. Most of my customers are college students and seniors in retirement. But you still have yet to explain where you fit in with those.”

Baekhyun shrugged, running a hand through his dark locks. The ends were growing out and now the black strands fell into his eyes—you had an itch to push them away, but it was one you ignored. “Doesn’t matter where I fall sweetheart, I’m still the most gorgeous thing to walk through your door.” You would have retorted if you knew it wasn’t true. When you’d seen him for the first time, you had thought he was a model. Tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. Dark hair, either slicked back or hanging in a tangled mess depending on his mood. Dark, almost eyes that twinkled in a face of chiseled features. White teeth that twisted in a crooked grin which stood out starkly against his golden-toned skin.

So instead of a retort, you turned back to the obnoxious task of pretending to be re-shelving all the stock in the back. The next five minutes or so passed in a silence that was almost uncomfortable. In fact, you had almost broken and turned around to bicker with Baekhyun again, when you felt something solid and warm pressed against your back.

“I’m bored.” You heard Baekhyun murmur, his breath fanning the stray hairs around your face, the sound of his deep voice rumbling from his chest against your back. “Play with me?”

“P-Play with you? This isn’t a kindergarten Baekhyun.” You huffed, hoping to disguise how quick your breathing had become.

Baekhyun chuckled, one hand pressing against the counter next to you, the other just barely touching your waist. “Oh, believe me love...I realize just how far you are from being a child.”

You spun around then, eyes locking with his as you stared up at him. For the first time, you almost wanted to fear him. Like this, pressed against you, exuding danger and power. Dressed in black like a shadow and eyes dark with desire.

“Who are you Byun Baekhyun?” You whispered, hand unconsciously reaching for his face. Before it could make it’s destination, Baekhyun had pulled away, taking a step back. Immediately, the darkness faded and his crooked grin twisted his mouth into that funny shape that made him seem almost boyish.

“That is for me to know, and you to find out.” And just like that, Byun Baekhyun was gone.

—————

After that ‘incident,’ Baekhyun didn’t come back to the cafe. You tried to make yourself feel better with the argument that he held no obligation to this place and there were plenty just like them in Seoul—all probably with better coffee and prettier girls.

‘Stop that Y/n,’ you mentally scolded yourself, having found that you’d lost track of counting the day’s earnings, ‘Byun Baekhyun owes you nothing and you owe him nothing.’

But a little voice wanted to whisper ‘liar.’ Liar for not admitting that you owed Byun Baekhyun your heart more than he owed you his.

—————

“Y/nnnnnnnnn.”

You frowned, attempting to push past the solid wall of body that was Byun Baekhyun as he whined at you. “Don’t ‘Y/n’ me. You haven’t been to the cafe in almost two weeks and you expect me to just close up shop for the day?”

Baekhyun pouted, his puppy dog eyes softening even more than usual (and melting your heart along with them), “I know I haven’t been around—work has been busting my ass. I wanted to apologize by taking you out.”

You’d daydreamed all the ways Baekhyun might ask you out, but using a date as an attempt to butter you up had never been one of them. “Thanks but no thanks Byun, its not like we’re friends so I don’t see how it even matters whether you try to make it up to me.” As soon as the words had left your mouth, you wished you could take them back. You saw the way Baekhyun’s eyes hardened, trying to cover for the hurt you knew he was feeling. “My apologies, I guess I just assumed somewhere along the way you may have at least developed some fondness for me.”

Now it was your turn to feel that twinge of hurt. Did Baekhyun not realize how deep your feelings ran? Or maybe he did and he was just teasing you with them. “How could you expect me to have ‘fondness’ for you when you won’t even tell me the most basic things about yourself? I know nothing about your personal life, about your hobbies, your friends, not even about your job!” You shot back, trying to mask the burn of the tears in your throat.

“If I told you about my work, I’d have to kill you.” Baekhyun said cooly, and somehow, you knew he was joking.

“Fuck you Byun.” You hissed, shouldering past him as you furiously wiped the tears out of your eyes.

And wish it as you might, Baekhyun didn’t come after you.

—————

This time, when Baekhyun didn’t show up to the cafe, you knew why. It wasn’t because of work, it was because the words you shared were too heavy to walk off. In your despair at missing him so much it hurt, you vaguely remembered saving the phone number he’d given you. At the time, you’d done it to tease him, saying that there was no way Baekhyun could survive the bruise to his ego that came with a girl rejecting his number for the first time. Your finger swiped over the screen of your phone, thumbs hanging just over the keyboard—ghosting a message to him that you would never send.

By the end of the day, you’d sent multiple different messages to him in your head:

‘I miss you.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘I didn’t mean what I said.’

‘I was hurt, you know that I think of you as a friend...as more than a friend.’

“Stupid.” You mumbled, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes as if that would block the tears threatening to spill.

The ring of the bell above the door jerked you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed.” You choked, breath shaking as you prepared to turn around and face the customer.

“Not even for your favorite customer?”

You gasped, spinning around to a sight that made your heart drop in your chest.

Before you stood Byun Baekhyun. But it wasn’t the cocky, vibrant young man who your heart had been aching for. This person was battered and bruised. Blood matted the hair around his face, the trickle of blood sourcing from a cut on his forehead. A split lip and a darkening black splotch against his cheek completed the facial treatment. And that wasn’t the least of it. His hand clutched at his waist where a dark red was coloring the stark white of his dress shirt.

“Oh my god, Baekhyun what happened?” You demanded as you rushed over to him, none too soon as he collapsed, his weight pressing against you as you caught him. His groan of pain hurt your heart as you tried to gently set him on a chair.

“Its just a scratch.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering and his breathing shallow. He was looking far too pale as the shadows under his eyes deepened. You glared at him, and he at least had the decency to look a little sheepish. “I really shouldn’t have come, but I-...I didn’t know where else to go. All I could think about...was you.” He admitted, letting out a hiss as you removed his hand from the wound on his side.

“This doesn’t look good Baekhyun. You need to go to the doctor. Let me call the hospital and-“

“No!” Baekhyun exclaimed, his hand grabbing your wrist desperately as he pulled you back down to him. Realizing what he’d done, his grip loosened, though he didn’t let go. “Please Y/n, you can’t call them. I’ve had worse...besides, that’ll just make things worse.”

You wanted to argue, but something about the look in his eyes made you stop. “Baekhyun, please, no more secrets. Who did this to you and how did it happen?”

Baekhyun sighed, “Fine, I’ll tell you, but would you mind getting that first-aid-kit and also a needle?” Once those things had been gathered (along with a damp cloth to start cleaning his face), Baekhyun started his explanation. “Y/n, I’m not who you think I am. The things I do...well, they aren’t exactly legal.” “Gee Baekhyun,’ you sighed, ‘that really clears things up.”

“Hear me out!” He protested, his hands moving to fiddle with the first-aid-kit as he began taking out gauze and alcohol. “My dad...he’s not a good man, in fact none of my family is. Have you heard of the Byun Family?” You nodded. When you’d first moved to Seoul, you’d heard rumors of a family that was the power behind most of the major businesses and people in the city. Supposedly, they were mafia types who worked in the shadows and made their success through shady dealings and ‘accidents.’

“Whether fortunately or unfortunately, that’s the Byun Family I’m part of. In fact, I’m the oldest, the only son, and thusly the heir.” When you still said nothing, Baekhyun continued: “I’ve grown up in this life. I’ve...hurt people...killed them in fact. I’ve done what I’ve had to do to survive and make myself every bit of the imposing leader that my father is.” He sighed, giving you the chance to begin dabbing at his cuts with alcohol and antiseptic. “Thats the reason why I haven’t been around lately. My father...he’s stepping down, which makes me the official leader. I’ve been running almost everything anyway, but now that its official and without my father’s ‘prestige’ to protect me, I’ve been having a lot of...close calls. Dealing with them has been a pain in the ass. Tonight was supposed to take care of the last of them, but they got the jump on me and my men and I was injured in the crossfire.”

“This all still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.” You mumbled, taking out the surgical thread and needle, having a feeling Baekhyun was going to need it.

“I had to get out, and I needed to go where they wouldn’t find me. You were the first person that came to mind. But-fuck, Y/n I really, really shouldn’t have come. I’ve put you in danger and-“

Before he could finish, your lips had pressed against his own. Apparently, the shock wasn’t enough to keep Baekhyun’s arms from wrapping around you, his lips moving against your own. When you pulled back, Baekhyun somehow didn’t look so beat up despite the deepening color of the bruise against his cheek.

“I’m really fucking glad you did that because I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I first stepped in here.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, rolling your eyes as you made a whining Baekhyun begin taking off his shirt. “Lets get you bandaged up first and then we’ll talk.”

Baekhyun smirked, despite wincing at the shot of pain, “If you wanted to get my shirt off you could have just asked.”

“Shut up Baekhyun.”

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Things didn’t go completely back to normal. But they did start to get better.

Now that the secret was out, Baekhyun became more open with you. Little by little, he told you about his family, about his life, about anything you wanted to know.

Instead of delving into the gory details, you started simple.

You learned that he had a corgi named Mongryong, that he had a whole youtube channel’s worth of vlogs that he never posted, that he hated cucumbers—that he even went through of period of time where he dyed his hair every other week.

“No wonder your scalp looks so dead.”

“Hey!”

One day, he even told you of his secret dream.

“I wanted to be an idol, you know. I took dance lessons secretly since I was already doing taekwondo and had the flexibility for it. I even learned to play the piano, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.” He told you one day as you closed down shop for the evening. You looked at his hands, smiling softly at the delicate and long fingers, perfectly designed for touching the ivory keys of the keyboard. “Will you sing for me someday?” You asked softly, your fingers brushing against his. He grinned crookedly at you and nodded, “Yeah, just for you.”

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You don’t remember how you’d ended up here, tangled between the silk sheets of Baekhyun’s bed, gasping his name as he held your hips down, mouth working over that spot on your womanhood that had you practically screaming.

“You taste so sweet.” He murmured between licks and sucks, earning him a distressed tug on his dark locks.

In the haze of pleasure, your mind recalled him entering the shop, his fingers lacing through yours as he pulled you into the dark streets, into his even darker car, and finally into his apartment (or penthouse more like). You’d teased him about being ‘kidnapped by the mafia,’ but Baekhyun had been all serious as he made you sit down on the couch in his expansive living room.

At the silence (and the dark considering Baekhyun still hadn’t turned the light on), you started to grow nervous. “Baekhyun? What is this all about?” You asked, laughing shakily as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You noticed his shadowy figure move, taking a seat at something across the room. “Close your eyes Y/n, and listen.” He murmured, his voice echoing in the darkness.

You obeyed, and almost instantly your ears picked up the soft notes of a piano. As the notes grew in number and intensity, you gasped in realization.

Baekhyun was playing the piano.

Baekhyun was singing.

His gentle voice carried as his fingers moved across the keys, painting a story of longing. The plight of his tale awoke the own feeling blossoming within you, the one you’d been trying to squash down since the day Baekhyun had walked into your life. When the music stopped, you released a breath you hadn’t been holding. “Baekhyun,’ you breathed, “that was beautiful.”

A light flickered on and Baekhyun smiled shyly at you, before his expression suddenly changed, “Oh my god,’ he said hurriedly, rushing over to kneel before you, his hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing against a wet substance, “are you okay?”

You laughed, hands moving to touch his, “I’m fine Baekhyun, but you...you’re otherworldly.” Something softened in his eyes, and Baekhyun’s hand moved slightly, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, “Funny, I always thought of you as my angel, my saving grace. Before I met you...fuck, Y/n, I was a mess. My life, it was so fucked up, and I liked it that way. I didn’t care what I had to do, who I had to hurt, nothing mattered except that rush of power, the knowledge that no one could touch me. But you did Y/n. When I walked into your shop, you touched my heart from the first. After that, I vowed to protect you.” He paused, gauging your reaction (though you were entirely enraptured by his words). “It would have been easy to walk away, I’ve done it enough times to not have a conscious anymore. Besides...walking away would have protected you, being with me Y/n...it means danger and fear and—fuck, I’m really not good at this.” He rambled, eyes flickering between your own and your lips. “Fuck it, Y/n, I’m so desperately in love with you that I can’t be selfless.” And then his lips were crashing against yours, his hands holding the back of your neck as he rose up to meet you. You gasped, your eyes instantly snapping closed from the shock. Instinct kicked in and you found your fingers threading through his hair, pulling a whine from him.

Okay, so maybe thats how you’d wound up here, your back arching as your body shook with the power of your climax, mouth opening in a silent scream of Baekhyun’s name.

You could feel his smirk against your most intimate parts as he worked you through, fingers joining the mixed as they curled within you, brushing against sensitive spots that had you jolting from the nerves.

“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like in the throws of pleasure. God, you’re breathtaking...but I bet you’ll look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”

If you were in a normal state of mind, you’d be aghast at the lewdness of his words, but you were too busy dragging him back up to you so that your mouths could meet. “Shut up Baekhyun,’ you breathed between kisses, hands moving to finish removing the last piece of clothing between the two of you (his boxers), “and get inside me.”

Baekhyun didn’t have to be asked twice. With a solid push he was inside you, making you both gasp. He was so...big, you’d never felt so full and you found yourself craving the feeling. You clawed at his back, knowing you were probably leaving scratches as your urged him to move.

“Holy shit,’ Baekhyun hissed, his hips moving to give a shallow thrust, ‘you’re so tight, fuck how could you possibly feel this good.” You couldn’t find the words to answer, and Baekhyun didn’t press you as he began to move. At first, he started slow, pulling all the way out before pushing back in again, stretching you to a point you didn’t even think possible. But as you both became more desperate to reach that peak, his pace picked up until he was practically pounding into you. His mouth worked at your neck, your hips rising to meet his as you chanted his name. “B-Baekhyun,’ you whimpered, fingers desperately trying to find purchase in his hair, on his shoulders, his back, ‘I’m so close Baekhyun.’

You heard his dark chuckle as he drew back enough to look at you. “Are you gonna cum love? Wouldn’t surprise me with the way you’re sucking me in, fuck it’s almost like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go. Guess you’re more of a slut than I thought.”

You moaned, so close to that climax you desperately wanted you couldn’t argue with him, “Only for you Baekhyun.” You murmured, mouth dragging against his jawline, “So if you’re such a boss, make me cum like I’ve never cum before. Fuck me until I’m bruised.” That was enough for Baekhyun, he growled and made himself move even faster, fingers moving to swirl around your clit. “Then fucking cum for me princess and I promise my name will be the only thing you remember for the rest of the night.”

With a scream so loud all of Seoul could probably hear, you came, stars bursting behind your eyes as white hot pleasure surged through your veins. Baekhyun didn’t last much longer either, the feeling of him coming inside you causing another cry of pleasure.

When the high cooled down, Baekhyun flopped down next to you, arms snaking around your waist to pull you against his naked chest. He sighed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blades, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” You smiled, shaking your head. “No, of course not. I won’t break Baekhyun.” He laughed, and you decided you liked the sound. “That’s good, because believe me, I have no plans on you leaving this bed anytime soon.” You blushed and smacked him playfully, though a yawn stifled the force. Noticing the sudden wave of sleepiness, Baekhyun smiled, “Get some rest love, I’ll wake you for round two, and believe me, it’ll be the most pleasurable alarm you’ll ever experience.”

You rolled your eyes, though they were already starting to droop in sleep. The last thing you remember before dreams came for you, was the whispered affirmation of the love that you now shared.

Maybe he was the heir to a mafia empire, and maybe you were just the girl that served him coffee...but in this moment, that’s really all that mattered.

[oohfluffy]

DDND Ch.6 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,889

❀Chapter 6: A Trick or A Treat? ❀

"EH?!"

"Yes, my love. We're gonna have a maid and butler café for Halloween."

You blinked as Joohyuk grins at you.

"I can't believe this!" Tiffany shrieked as she stomps her feet.

"You're annoyed too, unni--" Tiffany cuts you off with a pout.

"Why didn't they tell us sooner? I could've rented something cuter than the costume they bought."

You face-palmed yourself with a sigh.

"Can I see the costume?" You asked politely at your manager, Jongdae, the brother of Minseok, as he was passing by the counter.

He smiled at you and you feel like melting.

"So cute."

"Please wait for a second, I'll get it for you." Jongdae said as he took off back to the office.

After a few seconds, he came back with a black suit cover. He gently pushed it towards you.

"Here's one of the maid outfits you'll be wearing. I hope you like it."

You nodded with a sheepish smile and took the suit cover. You felt your friends look over your shoulders with an excited aura raging out of them.

You slowly opened the zipper and prayed that the costume won't be too revealing.

"Ooh! I'm so excited! Will it be like the ones in animes?! Kyah!" Tiffany said as she giggled behind you.

"Can you stop?" Joohyuk chuckled.

You finally shrugged the outfit off of the cover. Your eyes shined like diamonds in awe.

"Daebak." You mumbled.

"What? Is it okay? Does it look appealing?" Jongdae interrogated you as he observed all your reactions.

"This is AMAZING, manager-nim!" Tiffany shouted as she jumped up and down like a child.

"This will definitely suit you, Lin! Hahaha! Can't wait to see you in this!" Joohyuk laughed as he sees you in shock.

"Bring it on, buddy."

The maid costume is not that bad. It is not totally a dress since you have white long-sleeved polo inside, a black cloth skirt-jumper for the outside that ends above the knee and a cute red bow on the collar. It wasn't that revealing as you prayed but the fabric of the jumper seems the type that shows off your figure.

If you'll rate it, it'll be 8/10.

"Well, goodluck tonight, my crew!" Jongdae said with his cat smile as he walked back to the office with the costume.

"Okay guys. Let's get back to work!"

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It's already 5:30 in the afternoon and you were all preparing for tonight. The café was closed earlier at 3:00pm for the transformation of the place from the cute and warm café to the scary and thrilling café. It was a nice idea from Jongdae though.

"Are you all done with the costume?" Asked by your head pastry chef, Dara.

"Yes!" All of you answered. Dara looked at all of you with a grin.

"Then it's time for the make-up transformation!"

"W-what? What make-up?" You asked nervously at her. Dara spotted you and pointed at you.

"Let's start with you, darling Lin!"

"Wait! What does--"

"I'm gonna make you a very horrifyingly gorgeous vampire maid!"

"EH?!"

After that, all you heard was Joohyuk's and Tiffany's evil laughs.

It was truly Halloween. Everyone was a monster.

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"Dude, why are we coming here again?" Kai asked Sehun as they walked towards the MinBaozi Café.

"Noona texted me to come. They actually have halloween surprises for costumers. I was curious too." Sehun replied as he reached for the glass door of the café.

"This is news for me. Was it about curiosity only or because you want to see my--" Kai was cut off by a scream that made him step back.

"Shit. What was that, man?!" Kai shouted as he pushed Sehun. Sehun just laughed as he sees the café full of ghosts decorations.

"It was a surprise, dude. I'm glad one of us got surprised." Sehun says as he went to the counter to order. Kai gulped as he hurriedly followed Sehun like a lost puppy.

"What do you want to order, sir?" A hoarse voice of a dead butler (Joohyuk in his costume as a butler) asked. Sehun bit his lip as he scanned the menu at the top but then looked back at Kai.

"Order for me, hyung. I'll greet my sister." Sehun said as he hands his wallet to Kai and quickly went away.

"Yah! Oh Sehun! Dude! Aish seriously." Kai called hopelessly and faced the dead butler.

"I'll order Cappuccino and Oreo Latte with 2 slices of oreo cheesecake." Kai ordered as he fished out money from Sehun's wallet.

"Was he really that excited to greet his sister?" Kai muttered irritatedly as he took the order number and sat grumpily on the chair beside the window.

Sehun got a text from Tiffany saying, "Let's meet at the kitchen, Lin will come too!".

Knowing you're with his sister, he easily went to the kitchen with Dara's consent.

"Thank you, noona." Sehun bowed and continued his way to the kitchen. Dara just smiled mysteriously at him. (Idk if theres one)

The kitchen was dim lit but that didn't stop him seeing the silhouettes of 2 persons on the corner.

"Noona? Lin?" Sehun asked hesitantly as he walked towards them. The 2 silhouettes didn't move but their heads were slowly turning to him in a creepy way. Sehun's eyes widened as he backed away but stopped.

"Is this the surprise you're saying, noona? Okay, I'm surprised. Be thankful that I came--"

"Dongsaeng! You came!" Sehun heard Tiffany on the door and turned to her. Tiffany was wearing the maid outfit with blood all over her clothes and face but her hair was still in their curly state as usual.

"W-why are you there?" Sehun stuttered saying as he looked back at the corner, ready to point where they were supposed to be.

But there was no one on the corner.

"What? I was on the locker area after I got your text. I told you we'll be meeting here, right?" Tiffany said as she opened her phone and started texting.

"I-I thought you were already here since I saw 2 persons here earlier. But..." Sehun looked back again. "... they're gone."

"What are you saying? Come on. Lin's waiting at the counter." Tiffany said as she turned her back and walked out. Sehun quickly went after her not before looking around like a confused dog.

"Who the hell was that?" He mumbled as he closed the door.

"FUCK!"

Sehun's ears caught Kai's shout as he went towards the counter to meet you. His eyes travelled to the guy who stood up and strolled towards him.

"What was that, dude? That was so not cool." Sehun chuckled as he waved at you. He didn't know if it was you or not, but he just felt it.

"There was a freaking hand beside mine, dude!" Kai complained like a kid.

"Why didn't you hold it then?" Sehun joked.

"It has no arm, dude! Just a cut hand! It was so cold!" Kai stomped his feet like a kid, again.

"Oh. I feel bad for you." Sehun blankly said.

"I'll find a seat with no creepy hands around." Kai said and started walking but stopped when he remembered greeting you. His eyes searched for you and found a maid cleaning the counters.

Kai walked towards you and stopped in front of you.

"Yah, Kai-" Sehun interrupted but got cut off by Kai.

"Lin, we see each other again." Kai greeted you with a smirk. You grinned, your fake fangs showing, and turned to him. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

"She's so freaking breathtaking." Kai thought as his eyes travelled your wild dark eyes, red lips with a fake drops of blood on your chin, fangs and your sexy maid outfit that hugged your curves perfectly.

"Hi, Kai-ssi."

"You look great, Lin." Sehun smiled as he took in your appearance, moving closer to where Kai was to get a closer look at you. You really looked like a vampire princess rather than a maid.

"Thanks, Sehun. I hope you enjoyed our surprises for you two." You grinned and gave them candies stocked in a cute little pumpkin on the counter.

Kai took them and inspected them like they have a micro-bomb inside.

"Surprises?"

"Yeah. Did you like it, Sehun?"

"Surpri- HOLY SHEET. I thought I was really seeing ghosts!" Sehun said in relief. You laughed at his face.

"They were only my other crew members who agreed to that. Don't worry, I'll never fool you again." You said with a smile as you looked towards Sehun.

"Thank you, vamp princess." Sehun replied with fake formality as he bowed to you. You giggled as you threw a candy at him.

"Another nickname for me, huh?"

You turned to Kai, your smile turning into a frown. Kai looked so down as he put the candies on his pockets.

"Didn't you like it, Kai?" You asked, concerned at why does he look so sad and grumpy.

"No. I really don't like it." Kai said then walked out of the café. You looked at Sehun, asking why was Kai like that.

"I don't know. Maybe because I left him earlier? Or because of the hand? I'll ask him later. I'll just get our orders and run after that guy. We'll be back!" Sehun said as he went back to the cashier and get their orders before walking out of the door to find Kai.

"What was that, buddy?"

You almost jumped in fright as Joohyuk whispered at you.

"I really don't know. Kai walked out. He really looked upset though." You bit your lip in worry.

"Why are you even worrying about him? I thought you didn't like that devil?"

"Yeah but he's still a friend." You pouted.

"Ooh. A friend~ Maybe he got jealous since you and Sehun were like lovey-dovey earlier. I was watching~" Joohyuk said and walked back to the cashier.

"Jealous? As if." You muttered as you continued cleaning the counter.

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"What's up, dude?"

Sehun sat beside Kai on the side walk as his best friend stayed silent.

"Nothing."

"Yeah that will convince me, son."

"Shut up."

Sehun sighed as he scratched the nape of his neck.

"Tell me you're not jealous of me."

"I am." Kai firmly said. Sehun looked at him as if his best friend was crazy.

"What? That was--"

"You know how sensitive I am when it comes to what's mine, right?"

Kai reach out his hand towards Sehun.

"My food, bro."

Sehun chuckled as he pushed Kai's order to him. Kai smirked and took a sip on his latte.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, Kai. I won't hit on your girlfriend, dude. Trust me." Sehun said with no uncertainty in his voice. Kai looked at him and nodded.

"If you do though, expect your apartment on fire." Kai threatened seriously.

"So funny, dude." Sehun rolled his eyes.

"Hey! I was trying to be serious even just for a while!" Kai whined at his younger companion like his the younger one. Sehun shrugged, but his lips curling into a smile.

"Come on, your vampire princess is waiting with my crazy vampire sister." Sehun stood up, followed by Kai.

"Yep. Her vampire prince is coming!" Kai said with a smile.

Sehun laughed at him and continued walking back towards the café.

But as he turned his back on his best friend, he can feel his smile faltering and melting like ice.

"Why do I feel like taking back my promise?"

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"Thank you, everyone for the hard work! Happy Halloween!"

You all started cleaning the café as you closed the place. Sehun and Kai were waiting outside.

"So, did Kai tell you anything earlier?" Joohyuk asked as he pulled the chairs together. You shook your head and continued sweeping the floor.

"No he didn't. He just said that we'll go home together. I don't know what is his problem and I don't intend to know it."

"I bet." Joohyuk replied sarcastically. You just rolled your eyes and dusted your pants. You changed your outfit from your costume back to your normal clothes and washed your face earlier before cleaning up.

"I'll lock the place up, guys. I can see two bodyguards impatiently walking bak and forth outside." Jongdae said as he picked the keys on the counter. You looked at him and waved your hands.

"No, no, it's really okay--"

"THANK YOU, MANAGER-NIM!" Tiffany squealed in delight as she finished wiping the windows and bowed in gratitude to Jongdae, who's chuckling.

"It's nothing. I know you're all exhausted and deserves a nice sleep. See you guys tomorrow!"

You went back to the locker area and put back the cleaning materials. You got your bag with Tiffany and went out. Joohyuk was already outside talking to the other 2 guys.

"What is the real deal between you and Jongin?" Tiffany suddenly asked as you two were walking to the door.

"There's no deal, unnie."

"Yeah like I'll believe that when he totally claimed himself as your boyfriend?" Tiffany said in a 'duh' voice.

"You said it. He was a self-proclaimed boyfriend."

You pushed the glass door open and looked at the boys.

"Let's all go home now!" Tiffany said as she hugged you before going to her brother.

"Goodnight, vampire princess~" Sehun said without looking at you as he went to his car with his sister. You waved at them as the black car, you've always admired--

"H-HYUK! My dream car..."

"Yeah, it's Sehun's."

You pouted as the window went down and you saw Tiffany waving at you as they passed by the three of you left. You waved back still with a pout.

"Tss. Sulking because of a car?"

You rolled your eyes at the familiar deep and annoying voice and started walking.

"Joohyuk, will you be going home with us?" You asked your best friend as you stopped on a stop light.

"I'll be stopping over at the drugstore to buy my mom's medicine. She's been getting too many body aches this week." Joohyuk replied.

"Oh. Isn't that on the other street? I'll come--"

"It's okay, I can go by myself. And you can still catch up before your gate gets locked. It's only 10 minutes before 9." Joohyuk said, winking at you.

"Ah okay then."

As Joohyuk finally left, the two of you were left in silence. Your breathings were the only sounds you can hear. You grabbed the opportunity to ask Kai about earlier.

"Kai, why--"

Your cheeks reddened at the sudden warmth you felt around your hand. His fingers wrapped gently around yours, perfectly giving your cold hand warmth. You saw Kai on your peripheral view, smiling to himself.

"Y-yah. Why are you holding my hand?" You tried to tug away your hand but his grip was like a steel, not hurting you but like he never wanted to let go.

"I'd be happier if this is the cold hand you made me hold earlier at the café."

If your cheeks can get any redder, it already did. You feel like exploding like a bubble.

Kai suddenly stopped when you got to your dorm. You looked at him, not that surprised to find that he was already staring at you.

He was looking into your eyes like he's uncovering every chapters of your life and reading them like he wanted to know everything about you. He stared into the windows of your soul.

Slowly, his eyes went downwards until they stopped on your still reddish plump lips.

Your eyes widened, recognizing this scene in many K-dramas you've watched in your life.

"I really like your lips."

Kai leaned towards you until your noses touch. You kept your eyes opened as his stayed glued on your lips.

"Oh my ghad what do to?!" You thought as your braincells were probably running around your brain, barely functioning.

"It makes me want to claim it as mine."

You opened your mouth to speak but you can't seem to form appropriate words to scold him.

"Will you give me a trick? Or a treat?" Kai whispered seductively as his eyes went back to your own. You just felt yourself gulping.

"Do you two have any intentions of sleeping outside? I can't--"

You snapped your head towards the loud voice at the gate and saw your aunt with her mouth forming an 'o'. Your cheeks burned again as if you were slapped numerous of times today.

"Oops. Was I interrupting something?" She innocently asked as she struggled stopping her smile to appear.

You quickly moved away from Kai's hold and walked inside the house as calmly as possible or you'll surely make a fool out of yourself.

"Sorry to break your moment, Kai-ssi. I didn't know you like my niece." Your aunt giggled as she locked the gate after Kai got in. Kai chuckled as he put his shoes back on the rack.

"I was glad you appeared tho. I swear I would've gotten a big bruise on my stomach if I continued."

Your aunt laughed.

"You know my niece well, Kai."

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❀ Ch.7 

[that-one-french-guy]

Demons of Love - An Adoribull story

Here is your fic for Fic-or-Treat 2019 @dragonofnevarra !!! I really do hope that you enjoy it! @fic-or-treat

Read it on AO3!

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           Its… so cold… Skyhold was never this cold… Where… am I?

What… why is there so much fog..? Its.. its everywhere! Choking… the fog is too thick, can’t see where they’re gonna attack from…

           No, this isn’t Seheron…! But the fear of dread, the thought fallen comrades, of innocents killed in the horrible wars that we raged…

           An evil laugh…? Where…?

           No…. NO! The fog cannot take you!

           KADAN!!

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           The Iron Bull woke up in a cold sweat, panting and breathing heavily, the blankets a twisted mess on the floor where they must have fallen off in the middle of his nightmare. He whipped his head wildly around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

           It’s just my room back in Skyhold… thank fuck…

           Without a thought, Bull felt the other side of his bed idly. Empty and cold. Reassuring… the Iron Bull would have kicked himself for being so foolish enough to be so weak enough as to have a nightmare around… whatever they were…

           It was an interesting thought, though… in his dream, Bull had called him Kadan… To his knowledge, it was only a mutual agreement between the two – I scratch your back, you scratch mine kind of deal.

           “Fuck this, fuck emotions, fuck stupid Nightmare demons getting inside my head…” Bull muttered angrily, groaning and stretching as he got out of bed, picking up the tangled blankets and trying to arrange them neatly back on the bed. Once that frustrating task was over, he found his eyepatch and put it on, then worked on getting dressed for the long and tiring day ahead of him… it was going to be a fun day! Ha.

          ~

         “C’mon, again!”

           Whack!

           Bull grunted, but stayed standing. “Again!”

           Whack!

           Bull groaned this time, his anger getting the best of him! “Oh, come on! This is why the Qun doesn’t like women fighting! I should’ve asked Cullen!”

           At that remark, Cassandra – the wielder of this beating stick – gave Bull a hard glare and whack! Bull landed on his ass, right in front of the Seeker!

           “Ugh… good one!” Bull called out, slightly in pain, as he stood up. From what he could see, it seemed that Cassandra was done helping him for the day, but she had passed on the stick to the Inquisitor, the tiny Tyla Lavellan, who seemed to be looking at him with a face of confusion and amusement.

           “Hey there, Bull… what are you doing?” Tyla asked, laughter seemingly in her voice.

           “Qunari training exercise.” Bull explained, wiping some dirt off his pants. “Its supposed to help you master your fears… been a while since I’ve needed it, but that nightmare demon at Adament was… big…”

           “I mean, that makes sense… but can you explain to me why I need to hit you with this stick?” Tyla wondered, idly gripping the stick she was given.

           Bull shrugged his shoulders. “I could try, I guess. It would probably involve a lot of Qunlat and Qunari words, though. Just hit me with the stick, alright? I need to get over this demon crap…”

           And other things… his mind tried to tell him, but Bull shook those thoughts away. Later…

           Tyla looked him up and down, but finally gave in. “Alright…” She mumbled, swinging.

           Whack!

           “There we go!” Bull grunted. Another whack! “Oh yeah! Damn demon! Who’s stuck in the Fade now!?!”

           “Are you sure this helping? We’re working out your fear of demons… with a stick?” Tyla asked, confused, but still holding on tightly to the stick.

           Bull grumbled, “Less talking, more hitting!”

           Tyla just rolled her eyes, but hit Bull, nonetheless. Whack!

           “Piece of Fade piece of crap!”

           Whack!

           “And who killed you?!? The Iron fucking Bull!!” Bull roared out, causing workers and people alike nearby to be slightly startled – which turned out to be a bad thing, because as Tyla went to smack Bull once more across the chest he caught sight of one Dorian Pavus on the steps of Skyhold, seemingly looking down to where he and the Inquisitor were. All those thoughts from last night came pouring back…

           He’s gone, he’s dead… it’s all my fault, I couldn’t protect him… My fear cost him his life…

           My love… my Kadan…

           Bull groaned heavily as he wound up on his ass for the second time that day, again in front of the Inquisitor.

           “Bull! Are you okay? I didn’t think that I hit you that hard…” Tyla said as she gave him a hand, which he graciously accepted, and once he was on his feet again she looked at him with a face of confusion and concern.

           Bull groaned once again, taking a moment to wipe off more dirt from his pants, his eye squinted in deep thought. “No, it wasn’t you Boss. Must’ve just been distracted by something is all. Don’t think that you beat the Iron Bull that easily!” Good! Play it off as a joke! Maybe she won’t question it further!

           Tyla still held a look of concern in her eyes, but shook her head suddenly to seemingly clear her head of any thoughts. “Alright, if you say so Bull… I’m glad I that I helped you in some way – but if you ever need anything you let me know, okay?”

           Bull just gave her a half-assed smile and ruffled her hair, making Tyla swat at his arm in anger as he chuckled lightly. They exchanged goodbyes shortly after, Bull hoping that the Inquisitor would forget about his momentary lapse in focus and letting his fear take over.

           The Iron Bull just hoped that whatever the fuck was going on inside his mind would hurry up and finish up – he didn’t have time to be questioning himself. Muttering lightly to himself, Bull picked up his axe from where he set it earlier this morning, and went on his merry way to find some Chargers to pick on.

           Hey, if he can’t find a way to work out his emotions in a healthy way, what better way to vent than watching Krem try to fend off ALL the Chargers at once?!? Ha!

           ~

           The cold… Bull had gotten used to the bone-chilling, unnatural cold that seemed to penetrate his entire being when he dreamed of the Fade.

           Or, well, nightmare is the more correct term, isn’t it?

           Either way, this one felt… different. Bull felt like he were awake, like he was back in the Fade, just like at Adament, but something seemed off… there wasn’t any fog, which was unusual because that was his greatest fear, wasn’t it?

           Wasn’t it?

           Bull walked around the sickly green and barren landscape of the Fade, nothing in sight for miles. He was getting concerned now – where was the damned demon controlling his fears?! He didn’t want to be stuck in this damned nightmare for any longer than he needed to be!

           It felt like an eternity until something finally happened… Bull heard a laugh, no, THE laugh, that had been haunting him for weeks! Bull ran like he never had before!

           If I can get there in time…! I CAN save him…!

           Bull kept running and running, breathing and panting heavily, not caring if he dropped dead any second from running so hard – he just needed to get there in time!

           But he was too late, like always. This time was the worst – he could see his Kadan. Usually they were surrounded by fog and then his Kadan would disappear with screams for help and then screams of death… Bull felt his soul leave his body at the sight.

           Those stupid, pesky fearlings were surrounding Dorian, crawling up him and creating a physical barrier of spider demons between him and Bull. Dorian was crying out for help, but the evil laughter kept booming and drowning out his pleas. With a shout of rage, Bull took his axe from the scabbard on his back and began killing the demons with a blood-fueled rage. They kept biting and scratching at him as he hacked away, and he swore and cursed them out the entire time. He yelled in anger and fear, and a little bit of heartbreak in there too, as he beat the spiders down until the only sound he could hear was his own ragged breath as he took in the sight.

           His entire body was covered in guts and that demon goo that all the bastards spit out when the died – his axe was in no better shape. The corpses of the spiders were carelessly thrown all over the ground, that demon goo covering every visible surface…but where was Dorian…?

           Where the HELL was Dorian?!?

           Bull began screaming like mad as that evil laughter returned… Bull was digging through piles of demon corpses until he caught sight of it.

           Bull’s breath hitched as he pulled Dorian’s mangled body from under the piles of goo and viscera that was left over from the bloody battle. He was already going cold, his once sparkling eyes dead with terror and fear the last thing that the most beautiful person in the Iron Bull’s life will remember…

           ~

           It was weird. This time Bull didn’t wake up shouting or yelling. Instead, his heart was beating fast, his breath hitching, and he felt… tears… running down his cheeks.

           Strange… Thought the Iron Bull, as he quickly wiped them away.

           Just then a soft noise made him snap back into focus. He whipped his head around wildly in the dark, until his eye settled on the round shape in the blankets next to him, snoring softly in his sleep. Bull softened, settling back down as he realized it was just Dorian – he tried to breath evenly and get his heart rate back in control after the fact, but his body just didn’t seem to want to do anything that Bull told it to.

           Bull bit the inside of his cheek lightly, contemplating waking up the sleeping ‘Vint or to try and fall back asleep. His inner thoughts of fear won over, and Bull lightly kicked Dorian who made sounds of protest at the motion.

           “Hey, your snoring woke me up – learn to be quieter, why don’t you?” Bull muttered as Dorian surfaced from his cocoon of blankets, his hair that adorable mix between ‘I’ve just been fucked’ and ‘sexy morning after’.

           “Vishante kaffas, Bull… why couldn’t you just leave me be? I was having such a nice dream too…” Dorian mumbled out, looking to the Iron Bull as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Bull’s heart pounded with this unusual feeling as he stared at Dorian’s surprising beautiful face – well, it wasn’t like the ‘Vint wasn’t beautiful for a man, it was just that Bull seemed to be seeing him in a new light – and coughed lightly to try and dissuade his strange thoughts.

           “Uh, yeah, sorry ‘bout that…” Bull grunted, closing his eyes and sighing. Should he tell Dorian about his dreams? Would that change anything about their ‘arrangement’?

           “Hmph.” Dorian grumbled, giving Bull a look of irritation and went to swaddle himself in the blankets, when Bull reached out for his arm.

           “Wait, sorry. There’s something else I need to tell you…” Bull spurted out suddenly, catching Dorian unawares as he stared at the Qunari with an inquisitive look. “Uhm…”

           Dorian looked at Bull expectantly. “Well? Are you going to say anything, or can I get back to sleeping?”

           Shit, how the fuck am I supposed to deal with these stupid feelings?! What the fuck, The Iron Bull?! Did you just forget your entire training as a legit-ass Ben Hassrath spy?!?

           “Bull, what do you need? You’re starting to freak me out…”

           Fuck, guess we’re just gonna go for it… “I’ve been having nightmares of when we were stuck in the Fade with that shitty Nightmare demon, and every night it shows me a different way that you die some kind of gruesome death.” Bull spit out in one long breath, looking to Dorian with a face of panic. Dorian just kind of.. stared at Bull for a few uncomfortable seconds.

           “Venhedis, Bull… well, I was not expecting that…” Dorian replied, looking to Bull with concern lacing his features.

           “Fuck, sorry. I’ve been having these fucking nightmares for two fucking weeks and I swear I’m going insane and I feel like shit thinking that there was nothing I could do to save you from death. I mean, that fucking bastard of a demon would just laugh as I cried over your dead body every single fucking night – ”

           Dorian cut off Bull. “Vishante kaffas, Bull! That’s horrible! Why are you having such vivid and horrid dreams like this, and why am I the subject of your terrible nightmares like this?!”

           “Well, at first I thought it was just my fear of demons manifesting as a fear of not being able to save my teammates, since you were there with everyone else, but then I realized I –” Bull cut himself off before he literally just declared his love for the man sitting not two feet away. Bull looked away in plain embarrassment, another stupid emotion he wasn’t used to dealing with.

           “What? What did you realize?” Dorian pressed, making Bull all the more uncomfortable but all the more wanting to confess everything.

           Well, here goes nothing I guess! “… That you are Kadan…” Bull whispered meekly, looking away once again, this time feeling a slight rush of heat to his cheeks.

           Dorian tilted his head in confusion. “Is that some kind of Qunari insult or something, Bull? If you didn’t want to tell me the truth, at least have the curtesy not to insult me… kaffas…”

           “No, its…” Bull paused, taking a breath and looking to the gorgeous man beside him. “It is a Qunari word, yes, but… it means my heart, a term of endearment for your most intimate partners in Qunari culture...”

           “…Oh.” Dorian replied shortly, looking away suddenly. Bull furrowed his brows, hoping he didn’t just ruin the one good thing the two of them had going on.

           “I… apologize, Dorian. I’m sorry that this upset you so… I understand if you want to stop what we have, and just forget everything I said – ”

           Dorian once again cut off Bull, but this time with a ferocious and intense kiss which started Bull, but who immediately sunk into the good feeling.

           “Fuck, kaffas, no, Bull. There is no way in hell that I want this to end. I’m… not too good with emotions and feelings, and frankly relationships in general, but all I know that this… feels way too good to be wrong. I’ll admit, I don’t want it to be just sex, but I never knew you felt this way either… To me, you would be Amatus…  like your Kadan, a very passionate term of endearment…” Dorian explained, a blush clear on his cheeks as he looked to Bull with a slight smile.

           Bull smiled big and wide and pulled Dorian into another passionate kiss, this one full of all the intimate feelings each man felt for the other spilling into their actions.

           “My Kadan…”

           “My Amatus…”

           In the rising sunlight, the two men embraced as a whole, now feeling the entire weight of everything lifted off their shoulders as their feelings were in the air and were reciprocated. As if they were reborn as one, their newfound love for each other fueled their passion – all death and nightmares discarded as those fears disintegrated as the Nightmare demon once did – for the deep love they each felt could save them from any other nightmares their shared lives would ever throw at them.

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 36

October 4, 2019

Renesmee sits in the studio with Moka as they go over the songs. “Ugh he was right the songs do go with the album concept.”

Moka covers her mouth giggling watching Renesmee. “You wanna record my parts first?” She asks pushing her back before getting up. She walks over to the door going inside the booth.

“Yeah let’s get this done while those two are busy.” Renesmee says smiling as she sits up fixing her hood. “Ready when you are.”

Moka nods and Renesmee starts the first track. As Renesmee and Moka work on the songs one of their managers walks in. “How long have you girls been here?”

“All day, Moka I’m gonna run it back some just before that verse do it again please.” Renesmee speaks and Moka looks up looking at her.

“You want me to change the way it flows?” Moka asks fixing her headphones.

Renesmee nods explaining how she should say the lines. “Ah okay I see now, okay I’m ready.” Moka says nodding her head and Renesmee starts it over again.

“Yeah we’ve been all day, why did something happen?” Renesmee answers as she nods to the beat. “Perfect much better.”

“I’ve been looking for you two.” He says sitting next to her.

“Well we don’t have schedules plus you told me to work on the album.” Renesmee replies still focusing on Moka. “Moka that was great for this last verse I need lots of energy, because you and Tae go back and forth rapping.”

Moka nods reading over her lines as she thinks. “Don’t hold back on your part.” She says checking the sounds making sure there right. “Remember in this part of the series, we’re showcasing the good side of the box.”

“How many songs have you done?” He asks watching her and she nods before tilting her head. “Nessie?”

“Oh uh this is the last song, when she’s done I go in and finish.” Renesmee says looking back at Moka. “Ready?”

“Yeah let’s get it.” Moka says smiling and Renesmee smiles staring the song again.

“Then we wait for Ten and Taeyong to come back.” She says sitting up as she changes the pitch a bit hearing Moka. “Good, good I like that.”

Once the songs stop Moka takes her headphones off stepping out the room. “Killing part?” She says looking at Renesmee after bowing to their manager. “Who gets it?”

“Either me or Tae.” Renesmee says nodding saving the recording. “That was great Moka.” She says looking smiling at her.

“You’ve definitely have improved since debut.”

“Thank you.” Moka says walking over sitting on the couch. “Will they have enough time for this?” She asks taking a sip of her water.

Renesmee shrugs listening to the playback. “They said they were fine with doing the album, but they have a tour next month.” She replies humming as she nods fine tuning the track.

“I feel bad for them, they could have waited to push a tour.” Moka says before getting up and Renesmee stands up. “You ready now?”

“Yeah I’m good to go, and you’re right they could have waited.” Renesmee says taking a swig of her water before walking into the booth.

October 14, 2019

Taeyong walks into the studio with Ten. Renesmee sits there with her back to the door with her headphones on working on beat. Taeyong walks up behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Renesmee turns her head feeling someone hug her from behind. “You look exhausted Tae as do you Ten.” She speaks pulling her headphones off.

Ten nods as he cover his mouth yawning. “Maybe just a little bit but our manager said once we finish recording these songs we get a few days off.” Ten replies as he sits on the couch dropping his bag on the floor.

“Are you sure you two can handle this?” Renesmee asks as Taeyong steps back and she turns around. “I would feel a lot better if you get some rest.”

“We’re fine Nessie.” Taeyong says pushing his hair back.

“No you’re not Tae, y’all just debut SuperM and are about to go on tour.” She tilts her head folding her arms. “It would be better to release the album next year.”

“And we still have the tour next year as well.” Ten quips scratching his head and she just pouts. “We’ll be fine but if you honestly feel you wanna postpone the album that’s fine too.”

Taeyong sits next to Ten waiting as they look at her. Renesmee sighs closing her eyes as she thinks. “I don’t want you boys to be overworked.” She whines kicking her feet.

Taeyong smirks watching her as he leans back against the couch. “How about we just do a single and do the album next year?” Taeyong suggest tilting his head.

“You still wanna do a dark concept plus it’s getting close to Halloween.” He adds and Renesmee jumps up sitting next him.

“Really you mean it?” She asks hugging him and he blushes. Ten sits there laughing seeing her face light up.

“Yes I mean it and I’m sure you already have a song ready.” He says pulling her closer wrapping his arm around her. “So we’ll record tomorrow then work on the dance.”

“I swear you two are cute.” Ten says smiling still.

“Yeah we are but we don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Taeyong says kissing Renesmee cheek. “Besides it’s all the more to tease her.”

Renesmee looks at him pouting and he just smiles. “You better be lucky you’re my vampire.” She says wagging her finger at him and he just laughs.

“Come we should all go home and get some rest.” Taeyong says patting Renesmee leg before letting her go getting up.

They all walk out and head down the hall. Renesmee looks up from her phone whining as a shiver runs through her body. She stops wrapping her arms around herself.

Ten and Taeyong both stop looking back at her. “Are you okay?” Ten asks tilting his head in concern and she shakes her head. “What’s wrong?”

Renesmee crouches down shaking her head as she closes her eyes. Taeyong hums kneels Down next to her. “Do you need to see a doctor?” Taeyong asks touching her shoulder.

“No I think I’m good now.” Renesmee says sighing and they nod. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay but what was that about?” Ten asks helping her back up.

“Something bad is going to happen.” Renesmee says looking at them.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, but what I just felt was real.” She says pushing her hair back. “I don’t know how to explain it but when ever I get a shiver and a stabbing pain like that something bad always happens.”

“Really?” Taeyong asks.

“Last time the pain was that strong my two dogs and cousin died all at the same time.” Renesmee replies sighing as she closes her eyes. “Yeah I should go find my mother, bye guys!”

Renesmee takes off running leaving the building. “It amazes me how strong she can be even with so much stuff happening to her.” Ten says folding his arms as they stand there.

“And that’s one of the many reasons I picked her.” Sooman says walking up behind them. They both turn around and bow to him saying hello.

“Do you know about Nessie noona?” Ten asks looking at Sooman.

“Uh yes I do know somethings about her, but her mother wants her to remember on her own.” Sooman replies nodding his head. “Be careful boys she’s never wrong when she says something bad will happen.”

October 17, 2019

Renesmee sits in the practice room in the dark as she thinks. She yawns covering her mouth as she reaches over for her phone. “I really can’t do this anymore.”

She pulls her hood up laying down on the floor. She sighs looking up at the ceiling as she waits. “Do you want to talk?” Sooman says and Renesmee turns her head hearing him.

“No I’m fine just you know relaxing.” She says looking at the floor as she lies.

“I know you’re lying.” He speaks folding his arms.

Renesmee hums seeing her phone light up. “No I’m I really was relaxing okay not relaxing pre say.” She says getting up grabbing her bag heading to the door.

“More like I was waiting, for my friend to text told him I’d pick him up from the airport.” Renesmee says as she jumps up and down fixing her pants. “He’s moving here to Korea and we are going to hangout order some take out.”

“You aren’t dating are you?” He asks watching her.

“Nope, he’s like my very own brother.” Renesmee replies smiling as she moves around. “I always wanted a sibling but I guess faith was like nope only child.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Sooman quips smiling watching her. “Have fun Nessie.”

“Okay bye thank you.” She says bowing before leaving.

Renesmee walks into the airport looking around. She pushes her hair out of her face. As she stands there she pulls out her phone checking the time.

Rai comes running up to her pulling his suitcase. He stops right in front of her smiling. “Boo.” He says and she looks up.

“Yah Rai!” Renesmee says throwing her arms around him hugging him. “Ugh I’m so happy you made it.”

Rai laughs hugging her back still smiling. “Finally good to see you again.” He says letting her go stepping back. “I’ve missed you and Jisoo so much.”

Renesmee giggles nodding. “I haven’t even told her yet to much is going on.” She says looking at the floor. “Oh thank you for helping me with this project.”

Rai nods with a sad smile and Renesmee sighs closing her eyes. “Hey it’s okay you’re not alone remember.” He says rubbing her arm. “Let’s go we can order some chicken.”

Renesmee bites her lip smiling as she helps grab his bags. Once they get to Rai’s house she helps him get settle. “Thanks for helping get moved in.”

Renesmee smiles nodding her to the music. “No problem Rai.” She says looking at him and he smiles back. “Omg Rai you have our albums!”

“Of course you know I had to support you girls.” He says walking behind her laughing. “All albums and light sticks go on the blue bookshelf.”

“Got it.” She says walking over to the bookshelf putting the albums up.

“Hey I’m almost down with the room.” Rai says walking back down the hall. “We can start recording and filming soon.” He adds grabbing some more boxes.

Once they finish unpacking they take a small break. “So ready to get started?” He asks handing her a bottle of water. Renesmee nods taking the bottle.

They head into the spare room and start setting up the lights. “Now you just want your silhouette for this channel?” He asks setting up the camera.

“Yeah I don’t want anyone to know about it.” Renesmee says as she works on her hair. “I always feel hidden anyways so this works out.”

“So I read the lyric you sent me.” He says as he looks over at her. “It’s really deep.” He says smiling and she tilts her head back looking at him.

“I know a lot is going on so if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks Rai you really are the best.”

After they finish recording the videos they sit there going over the footage. “I’ll add these effects to make your intros really stand out.” Rai says as he edits the videos.

Renesmee smiles resting her head on his shoulder. “Wow I really like that.” She says as he shows her the video.

“Here you start setting up the channel while edit the other videos.” Rai says handing her his laptop. “What is the name of the channel?”

Renesmee sits up taking the laptop nodding as she pulls her knees to her chest. “The Lost Angel.” She says biting her lip thinking. “No what about the Hidden Angel.”

“Hidden Angel I like it.” He replies nodding.

Renesmee nods back as she works on get the email set up for the channel. She tilts her head looking at the photos smiling. “These pictures are amazing.”

After a few more hours they get all the videos uploaded and eat Renesmee packs her bag. “Again thank you for the helping me with my channel.” She says as he walks her to the door.

“No problem, I should be thanking you for helping me get this place.” Rai says hugging her one ast time. “Now just send me any videos you don’t have time to edit, I know how busy you can get.”

“Oh and all three of us need to get together for dinner.”

“Most definitely, I’ll see you next time.” She says putting her shoes on before leaving. “Uhh so not to push but I have some extra cars if you need one let me know.”

Rai stops looking at her confuse and she just giggles. “Long story.” She quips pitting her bag in the car.

He waves bye as she drives off and he heads back inside. Renesmee heads home to work on her music.

[lankylevi]

Rating: T Pairing: Jean Kirstein - Eren Jaeger Word count: 1.5k Tags: Modern Era, Tattoo Artist Jean, Pastel Eren, Pining.

Summary: Eren has been going to the same tattoo parlor for a couple of months now. From day one, he's had an insane crush on his tattoo artist and today's session seems to only make it worse.

For one of my best friends, @im-eren-jaeger-sexual ! I tried my hardest to write some erejean for you, so I hope you enjoy your little birthday fic! Also, I lob u.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Phone tightly clutched in his hand, the familiar bell jingles as Eren pushed the door open.

Sasha looked up from behind the counter with a wide smile, “Eren! Back again?” She wiggled her eyebrows as she started skimming through the appointment book. “You’re a little early so you know the drill, just sit and relax on the couch. I love your lipstick by the way.”

A pink hue tinted Eren’s cheeks and he giggled in response, “Thanks, it’s uhm haha, it’s candyass by jeffree star.”

“What a name,” she laughed “but it looks great on you.”

“Thanks,” Eren smiled and walked over to the couch and sat down on the cushions. His heart beat loudly in his throat and he found himself unable to focus on anything besides the buzzing of the tattoo machine in the other room. He had gotten plenty of tattoos over the past couple months, but on top of the anxiety that came with getting his skin punctured by tons of needles, he had also developed an insane crush on his tattoo artist.

He was tall, lean, covered in beautiful blackwork, a few piercings here and there and had the sexiest crooked smile imaginable; one that made Eren’s body turn into a bag of limbs.

Scrolling through his phone, looking at a few more references in case the artist had any questions, Eren’s ears caught up on the familiar voice that made his heart almost break through his ribcage.

“Leave the wrapper on for at least three or four hours, then wash it lightly with some anti-bacterial soap and well, you know the rest.”

The brunet looked up and saw a tall guy with black hair and freckles walk into the lobby; left arm completely wrapped up. Brown eyes landed on him and the stranger sent him a brief smile before standing in front of the desk.

“You sat like a trooper today, Marco!” Sasha grinned and brought out her calculator, “Four hours plus the cream… that’ll be 290.”

“Thank you,” the guy, Marco apparently, said and paid her in cash.

“Don’t take too long before making your next appointment, Jean missed you, at least he’ll get to see later,” Sasha smirked and Eren felt his heart drop in his chest to his stomach. He honestly felt like making a run for it, but once he made a move to excuse himself, the biggest crush of his life waved at him as he stepped out from the back.

Jean looked as sexy as ever; he wore tight black ripped jeans, a black v-neck that gave you a glimpse of his chest piece, and a dark brown beanie. “Are you ready?”

Eren swallowed the lump down his throat, cheeks heating up, but managed to give a quick nod. He followed Jean to the back of the store and sat down on one of the small chairs. He fumbled with hem of his loose baby pink sweater as the artist laid out the sketches on the table.

“I personally like this one more, it’ll look really nice on your forearm. Did you figure out the placement?”

Jean cocked his head to the side and the brunet had to remind himself to actually speak. “Uhm, yes! I was thinking of uh- either on the side of my ribs or my arms.”

Jean hummed in acknowledgment and pointed at the other sunflower sketch to Eren’s left, his arm briefly brushed over the brunet’s hand as he took the paper off of the table.

The skin to skin contact made all his blood rush to his face, so much that even the tips of Eren’s ears felt hot. Eyes screwed shut, he desperately tried to even out his breathing in an attempt to calm himself.

‘He’s just your tattoo artist, nothing more, nothing less. Just an artist, just an artist.’

“Eren?”

The brunet’s eyes shot up, finding two soft browns eyes locked onto his. He had to bite his lip to stop the whimper from leaving his throat. He was just so close.

“No need to be nervous, you’ll be fine,” Jean said and placed a comforting hand on top of Eren’s.

‘Not if you do that.’ Eren thought but forced himself to look at the sketches. The one Jean had pointed out would indeed look very pretty on his forearm and he didn’t exactly have any plans on getting any other tattoos there. “On my forearm would be really nice.”

Jean gave him a crooked half smile and got up from his seat, “Good, then get comfy and I will get everything set up.”

Eren nodded enthusiastically.

“Comfortable?” Jean asked as he finished up a straight line of the three sunflowers, wiping off the excess ink with a paper towel.

The brunet let out a long breath, the first few minutes were always the most uncomfortable. He wouldn’t exactly call it pain, rather an annoying scratch on sunburnt skin which was well, uncomfortable. “Sure.” He managed to puff out, eyes screwing shut as Jean added more lines onto his arm.

Jean chuckled lowly and it was everything Eren needed to take his mind off the buzzing of the tattoo machine and the needles jamming into his skin. He just looked so sexy when he was focused, even when he stuck out his tongue and scrunched his brows together. He was the perfect combination of a bad boy that could easily turn Eren into a blushing mess, and a dork that made fondness tug at his heart.

It was easier for the brunet to focus on Jean instead of what he was actually doing to his skin and after three hours of smalltalk, Jean wiped down the tattoo to reveal the finished product. “You’re all done now.”

Eren stood to see his new tattoo in the mirror. His forearm was swollen, slightly tinted pink and a throbbing pain still surged through it but he couldn’t be happier with the result. “I love it, thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Jean said with a grin and stood by the brunet, crossing his arms and examining the tattoo through the mirror. “I’ve been wanting to do more flowerwork and your flawlessly tanned skin was the perfect canvas.”

The brunet’s brows furrowed in confusion and when he looked up, their eyes met in the reflection and he swore he felt his knees buckle under the weight of Jean’s stare. To avoid his gaze, Eren quickly glanced down to the art on his forearm again and repeated, “I really love it.”

He heard Jean chuckle lowly next to him and before he had time to collect himself, the artist gently took hold of his elbow and carefully trailed his fingertips to his bicep. “And that wing you talked about a while ago, would look great right here.”

Wide-eyed, Eren’s mind went blank and made an attempt to say something, but nothing came out.

Satisfied by the brunet’s lack of response, Jean darted out his tongue to swipe across his bottom lip with a smirk. “I’ll get your arm wrapped up and Sasha will work out the payment with you up front.”

Eren hummed and lifted his sore arm to let Jean wrap it up. He had been touching his arm for the past three hours but his fingertips still sent waves of electricity through his body as he gently took hold of his wrist to secure his arm. “I feel like a sausage.”

Jean couldn’t help but snort and shook his head. “Do you always make jokes when someone is hitting on you?”

Swallowing thickly, Eren couldn’t do anything but stare as a blush crept all the way down to Eren’s neck and collarbones. Was Jean hitting on him or was he just being friendly? He could just be teasing him, right Didn’t mean he wanted him. He was just being a gay disaster, that’s all, that didn’t mean his artist wanted to date him.

“Earth to Eren?”

The brunet shook his head, “huh?”

“How does tonight sound for you?”

“Uh, tonight, uhm.” Didn’t Jean have a date with that freckled guy from before tonight? Dread knotted in the pit of his stomach again, making his head spin and not in a good way. “Didn’t you uhm- already have plans?”

“Well, actually, I do hopefully have a date tonight, with you,” Jean smirked, blinking a few times when he realized Eren wasn’t catching on. “Why did you think I already had a date tonight?”

“Well…” Eren bit his lip and glanced down to his shoes, “That guy earlier…”

“Marco?” Jean’s brows scrunched together before his face lit up as realization hit him. “Marco! He’s a friend from college, I’m meeting him for lunch in a minute. So I’m all yours tonight.”

Jean’s wink sent a wave of shivers up Eren’s spine but he managed to nod his head. “I’d like that.”

Humming contently, Jean leaned in and left a quick peck on Eren’s cheek before he turned on his heel to greet his next customer. “Then it’s a date, oh and that lipstick really suits your blush by the way.”

[stunudo]

Move It

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Setting: Season 5

Previous Chapter   / Series Masterlist /  Smuturday Masterlist

A/N: Happy Smuturday! It’s been so long since I have written something in this series. I hope you have fun with it! THIS IS ALL SMUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. A little bit of Dom! Spencer and Masturbation included. Italics are Spencer’s POV. xoxo Stu

******

You sat patiently on the edge of the bed, shoulders back, legs comfortably open, not excessively exhibitionistic. Your head was level, face impassive and body completely bare. The room wasn’t cold, but the settings on the thermostat would soon roll back, and as you sat waves of shivers traveled the length of your spine, the crest of your arms, sending your legs tensing and core spasming.

Impatience had gotten you in this situation, so you occupied your time by singing in your head. Occasionally a hum or lyric would slip through your lips, but there really wasn’t any harm done. Slowly the anticipation and frustration began itching you. And the longer you waited, the longer it needed to be scratched. Slowly you began sliding your hands up and down your smooth thighs. Your hands warmed the tender flesh, soft luxurious strokes inching closer to your heat. Your knees slid open, as your fingers began to skirt around your folds.

Spencer was taking forever, you had waited long enough. You began with a slow and sensuous pace, familiar yet tinged with the uncertainty of being caught. Your dominant hand started teasing your folds, fingers pulsing over your clit. Your other hand continued to glide over your body, enjoying the way your soft palm felt against your curves and planes. You knew the moment Spencer got home because the keys rattled and the door opened. You didn’t stop, the tension was slowly building and you knew you had time. A pinch of your nipple and a deeper grind against your mound sent a gasp into the night.

He would find you. He’s close. Don’t get caught, Y/N. But your body betrayed you, the want coating your fingers as you continued pleasuring your self. SO close, you increased your pace and bit down on your lip. And just as your muscles tightened to prepare for descent, a firm cough sent your eyes bursting open.

****

Spencer wasn’t surprised, he knew Y/N wasn’t a patient person. But seeing her spread out on the edge of the bed, facing the door her tender fingers disappearing inside of her. was delectable. He should punish her, for not listening and for not waiting, again. But right now the blood had left the logical parts of his body. So much for that hefty IQ when she was ready and so gorgeously fuckable.

“Looks like someone doesn’t want to follow the rules,” Spencer tried to keep his tone serious, but all he wanted to do was join in.

“It was a stupid rule,” Y/N answered breathily. “Sir.”

He clenched his jaw, the taunt would not be ignored. She sat back up, body tense and hands on her knees. Slowly her breathing evened and her eyes became more alert. It took four minutes for him to reply, “Since you have no respect for my instructions, you are going to be taught a lesson.”

Her eyes looked up to him, but her posture stayed true. She was doing so well, pride surged through him as he began to undress. Down to his pants and undershirt, Spencer paced around the bed, thinking about how he wanted her. The cane a formality at this point, keeping him from rushing or over twisting himself over her pile of clothes.

“First I want you to pick up your dirty clothes, Y/N. My room isn’t a hamper.” She stood slowly and scooped them up in a single armful. “Y/N, with your teeth.” Spencer watched as she sighed through her frustration. Dropping the clothing back on to the floor. He leaned against one of the corners of the bed, as she got down on all fours. Her ass calling for a good swatting. His fingers danced on the head of his cane as she crawled over the wooden floorboard to the basket. She took her pants first, he could see her folds as she retreated, still glistening in the dim bedroom light. It took her less than two minutes, but he reveled in her waiting on the floor on her knees.

“Alright, Y/N, face down, bent over the bed. Hands above your head.”

****

His tone was light, but the darkness in his eyes told you not to question. You stood, core spasming with anticipation. You linked your fingers together and held them above your head in a stretch. Spencer licked his lips, eyebrow hitching in challenge as you fell playfully down onto the bed. His quilt was worn and soft, you inched your hips backwards, steadying yourself against the height of the bed.

Finally he approached your haunches, he set his cane beside you, its detailed carvings fell against your hip. The quiet swirling of Spencer’s hands rubbing together put you on high alert, your arms pricked with goosebumps. Firmly he clamped his palms on the meat of your ass, the tissue puckering through his strong fingers. He rubbed the cheeks, as you kept your eyes locked on the headboard, as the muscles of your stomach clenched.

“You’ve disobeyed me twice. And deemed my rules as stupid, Y/N.” Spencer’s voice was a biting whisper. “I think you know that you must be punished.”

You nodded your head. “What’s that, love?”

“I should be punished.” Your voice cut off into a moan as his fingers brushed against your folds.

“And so you shall,” Spencer stepped back from your body, the loss of contact alarming as the room turned silent. The sudden clap and rush of blood to your right cheek caused you to flinch. You didn’t cry out, but waited for the next spanking. He was using his bare hand, he liked to feel the heat from your body and his meet.

He hit you twice on the left side in quick succession. Your body squirmed against the blanket, the air chilly as your butt stung. He finished you off with a massive strike to your right side, a strangled whimper caught in your throat. His fingertips traced the outlines he had left on your flesh.

“You need to learn to listen to my instructions, Y/N.” Spencer continued to stroke and pinch your burning backside, but you felt his eyes on your face. “Are you going to respect my wishes, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.” You replied, daring to glance back at him. His lips quirked and he thwacked you with the back of his fingers.

“You’d better.” He concluded.

***

Before you knew it his lips were climbing up your back, his long fingers pulling your hands apart. You rolled to the side, drawing him down to you. You gently brushed the hair out of his face as he ravaged your mouth. No matter how angry he played, you knew by his kiss that you were wanted, needed, loved. His tongue teased your lips, brushing over your teeth, dancing out of reach. He liked it when you chased him. You broke your frustration from his lingering kiss by attacking his belt. his power display had him riled up in all the right ways.

Spencer growled against your neck as you tried to get him as naked as you were. Feeling his cloth covered cock rub against your thigh pushed you past caring about roles and rules. In one swift motion you rolled your long and lean boyfriend on to his back, his long tresses flying wildly as a surprised chuckle escaped his plump lips.

“Somebody really needs to work on their patience,” Spencer teased, hands encircling your hanging breasts, he looked you in the eyes as he lavished your nearest nipple. The hunger in his eyes intoxicating as you took deep breaths trying to return your focus on his body. You slipped off the bed. Your foot came down hard on his cane, long forgotten on the floor, almost sending you flat on your ass. You caught your self on his pants’ pocket and held on for dear life.

You lost your grip, fell, and brought his pants down around his thighs. A beat of terrified silence before you both burst into hysterics. The shame and amusement warred over your face. It ached as you laughed so hard. Tossing his cane aside, you dramatically tugged off his pants. Spencer’s perfect teeth illuminated the bedroom as you tried to get back to sexy times.

Slinking back up his body, you used your mouth and hands to bring his attention back to the front of the class. You crawled right past his erection, letting it thump and drag against your body dismissively. You put your palms firmly beside his face, peering down at him intently.

“So? We gonna screw or can I get back to touching myself?” You asked, offhandedly. Spencer muttered something under his breath before flicking your nipple.

“Get over here, already,” Spencer’s large hands clung to your waist, centering you above him. You carefully placed Spencer’s shaft against your folds, but instead of inching his length inside you, your rocked flush against him. Your slickness covering him slowly as your clit rolled against his pink head. He moaned as he watched your head fall back, your hand splayed out against his bony chest.

The firmness paired with the soft skin of his cock made it that much easier to find your rhythm. He gasped as you changed angles, slowly gliding his overstimulated tip along your entrance. Finally, you relented.

***

Sliding inside her was like solving a puzzle, everything fit and the world made sense once again. There was no pain, no unsubs or profiles or paperwork. There was just Y/N and everything she gave to him. The pull of her body on his cock felt like returning to shore, some untameable, wild force. She was breathtaking, as she writhed above him. Her pace stuttering as she fell forward, grinding against him intensely, as her finish dangled before her.

As hungry as he was for his release, he wanted to watch unfold. He gently slipped his hand beneath her chin, drawing her eyes to his. She was flushed and could barely focus on him, her breath hitching in a whimper as he called to her.

“Come on, Y/N, come for me, love,” Spencer’s voice cracked as she impossibly tightened around him. She grunted in effort, he dug his free hand into her thigh as she fell apart. Her voice was nonsensical mewing, His thumb rolled over her cheek and dragged over her parted lips. She couldn’t even focus to kiss it completely. Shaky laughs rolled through her chest. She was a spent dream.

She rolled on to her hip, letting him take over, her shattering waves drawing him closer. As the pressure built and his balls tightened all he saw was her blissed out face. Her heady eyes holding his in place, tethering him to reality. And he lost control.

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[7livky]

Dionysus - Park Jimin

CHAPTER 7

I'm now in front of the door to the world The cheersI hear when I get up on stage Can't you see mystacked Broken thyrsus At last I'm reborn

- Dionysus by BTS

Diona's POV

Black hair like ebony, the hardest and highest quality domestic wood, of which the price could not be compared in any way. Small strands of hair that appeared in the layered haircut, which were difficult to see in this light and to assign to a colour because my eyes had not yet been able to get used to the  surroundings.

His movements resembled  those of a snake. He only had to use his waist very slightly and it  seemed as if his dancing, his body controlled the music - not the other way around.

With his almost wine-red tongue, he licked over his incalculable lips before he gave a dirty smile.

Yeah, dirty. Why? Because he knew he was insufferably sexy. Slowly but surely, he was  running down the stairs, step by step, meaning he was getting closer and  closer to all those people. I didn't want to look at him anymore. His presence brought me nothing but breathing problems and a dry throat.  Following him was a big mistake.

Oh, really? And at home?  Wouldn't you have done the same there? Looking at photos and watching  videos of him for hours until you had engraved him deep in your mind?

I shook my head. "Be quiet", I replied and quickly closed my eyes.

Am I losing my mind? When did I start talking to myself? Since when did I dream every goddamn night and hallucinate the next morning?

Since those seven files were opened.

Now I understood them. The fans. They weren't called that for nothing.

ARMY.

Whether danger exists or not, they would not only stand in front of the boys as if they were  their protective weapon, but they would also cover their backs so that  they would not have a single scratch burning on their skin.

Only one week since I was trapped in their world and I already couldn't find a way out.

Usher's voice suddenly stopped echoing across the room, it was dead quiet. When I opened my eyes, my breath was taken away.

His pupils were the first to meet my own. He was standing in front of me. In front of my feet. I gasped.

A dark steam formed around his figure when no one could get closer to him. Except me. My  head bowed against my will without the courage to look at him.

"Diona,"

And in that precise moment, my heart stopped pumping blood into the vessels.

"ancient Greek Dionysia,"

His hand around my neck, his lips on my ear. Like this. This is how he spoke,

"who consecrated to the god of wine, Dionysus."

No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart

In a matter of seconds he grabbed my hand and I found myself with him in the center. Turning me  around, he hugged me from behind.

I wonder if I take you home Would you still be inlove, baby

"Welcome to my world", he spoke up while the music was getting louder. When I felt his hot  breath on my ear, my cheeks heated up like lava. He turned me quickly  before our eyes met.

"A world of madness and ecstasy." He went through his straight hair, he then showed around. But my eyes followed his lips and voila! There it was. That familiar half  smile.

From my dream.

Girl, you know you got me, got me With your pistolshot me, shot me And I'm here helplessly In loveand nothing can stop me

I licked over my lips after grabbing the drink from some girl's hand and drinking it all at  once. The alcohol kicked out like a shotgun, so I just dropped the empty  glass.

When Jimin saw this, he burst out laughing so loud that his eyes became very tiny. " I think I  know that one from somewhere", he grinned after looking at the broken pieces on the floor.

You can't stop me once I start it Can't return meonce you bought it I'm coming baby, don't got it Solet's be about it

Two other attractive men appeared behind him, one of them dancing up on Jimin. Jungkook. I raised my eyebrows. Did that really just happen? And why... did I find that scene in front of me absolutely fantastic? Jimin grabbed him by the  neck and pulled him up. Strangely enough, Jungkook didn't even flinch.

No, no, no, no Don't phunk with my heart

The person with the pink mane shook his head as he looked at them and then at me. "Hey",he  yelled across the crowd that kept us apart every second.

"Suga, right?"

This one didn't think once about making a nice gesture. No. He was cold as a rock. "The one in  the benzer who's tired of life. Right?"

I nodded. He was absolutely right.

Just by waving his hand  for a moment, a waiter was already standing next to him, handing him the  beer. "Excuse me. Could I have a neat whiskey?" He blinked at me in  confusion, but left as soon as Suga told him to go.

My mind, my soul and my body could no longer contain themselves. I knew it wouldn't take long  before I would abandon my actions to my feelings. No thinking, no fear, less shame. These would be the consequences.

By the time the waiter came back with my drink, the three had already disappeared. There was a dense atmosphere in the club, the people had already lost their sobriety and my best friend was no longer to be found. He was probably in the bathroom, having his own fun.

"Fuckboy", I growled before chugging again.

"Please, not again!"

Huh?

I hadn't even noticed  that the worker was standing next to me the whole time. He immediately caught the glass that I wanted to see on the floor, completely shattered. With an unpleasant smile, he ran away from me.

"Mmm." I sighed trying to ignore the pressure down below. I hated my weak bladder. With wobbly legs, I stomped down the stairs on my heels. My toes were throbbing like hell when I ended up in a small corridor. My vision got worse with every step I took, the walls were moving back and forth. They were so thick that you couldn't hear one percent of the music from the hall, as usual.

While searching for the word 'toilets' I found something else at the end. At the end of the  corridor, there was a bright light shining in my face. I covered my face with my hands before I went blind. This time the light shone up to the  ceiling. Curiously, I raised my head.

A God who does not simply play his game with people, but who sets his life to free people  from their tight fetters - through ecstasy.

Author's POV

"Hmm" ,he groaned while filling his glass with wine. "More I need more." Because of his sweaty body, his top stuck to his skin, exposing his muscles under the red light.

3:17 a.m.

"Not yet" ,Jungkook mumbled, standing up and leaning his trained arms on the backrest,  looking down at the excited people. "What have you done with her  friend?"

Jimin scratched his neck, but so hard that the spots on his skin took on a reddish color. „Me? Nothing. But two others who are giving him pleasure."

Jungkook turned around. "Then where is she?"

"She found it" ,Suga hurried up the stairs to the VIP seats while he played with his silver  chain. Tired and exhausted, he let himself fall onto the black leather  chair.

Jimin was already standing next to Jungkook to look down. Just as his hands let go of the  compound, Jungkook grabbed him. "Will you..." ,he looked at him with concern, "be able to keep it under control?"

Once he thought of her eyes, the bass stopped beating to the tempo of the music that was  playing. It took the beats of something else. The organ that he would lose because of her if he kept thinking about her.

In this case Jungkook already knew the answer and only looked after him when he ran away. He  sat down with his older brother, grinning at him. "Nice necklace", he said after a while. He knew how uncomfortable Yoongi felt about  compliments and he enjoyed seeing him like that.

"What would ARMY say at this point?"

When he uttered that name, they both felt a pressure in the chest. It still hurt them.

"3 dollars", they both cackled at the same time. A laughter that was mixed with sadness.

"Where", he cried as he tried to walk properly, "has my beauty gone?"

It was so hot that his entire body was glowing. He observed himself in one of the infinite  mirrors and ripped up his top with full force. He smirked at his  reflection and walked on.

Like a leopard, he crept through, looking for his prey, which was lurking somewhere nearby. He put his hair back to reveal his forehead and perfectly plucked brows.

"How dare she just disappear!" ,he screamed though no one could hear him.

All of a sudden, he heard two female voices, coming closer. "I bet you Taehyung will kill  himself soon because he can't bear the oh so sad farewell to the stupid  fans."

Jimin's veins popped out. Without batting an eye, he grasped her.  "One wrong word", he  hissed as he pressed her against the wall, "and I'll turn you into an ugly creature that will breast-feed wild animals, rip live bulls apart or tear her own son's head apart. Got it?"

Tears began to form in  the eyes of the girl who tried to free herself from his grip. He had to  control it. He shouldn't harm someone. But the only thing that calmed  him down could not be found.

"Mr. Park!" One of the bodyguards ran up to them and waited for his command.

"Get the hell out of  here" ,he was still screaming against her mouth, breathing heavily. "If I  ever hear you talk about my family like that again, you'd better dig  yourself a ditch, six feet deep and bury everything that you've ever  said. Cause Army is everywhere and they wouldn't forgive you that easily."

Diona walked like a penguin towards the sink to wash her hands. Then she pulled down the  zipper of her dress, took her lipstick out of her bra and applied the dark red colour. "Do I look like a clown? Or do I look like a zombie?"

Both.

"Whatever," she shrugged, stumbling all the way out. She had no chance to suppress her  laughter and rubbed her butt, which now hurt.

"Let go of me! Didn't you hear me?"

When she heard noises,  she immediately tried to get up. Standing in the corner like a  decorative plant, she waited until the crying girls had left.

"Why does it feel like I've been in this lobby for two hours?" ,she muttered and wanted to go back to Jongsuk.

But something pulled her back.

"What the-"

This smell seemed very familiar to her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the fact that she had been longing for his scent since the first time they met was no lie.

They closed their eyes and enjoyed their closeness as she sat on his lap. With every breath,  she felt the air from his little nose touching her neck. Fireworks reigned in her stomach, tingling arose in her hands and later all over her body.

"Hmmm" ,he hummed when he took in her fruity sweet aroma. His bare chest touched her back on which he saw her goose bumps.

"What kind of movie do you think you're in?" Diona suddenly got up.

Squinting his eyebrows,  he stared into her blue-green eyes. He didn't move a muscle, merely moving back and forth on the little couch in the lobby.

"Diona, the one consecrated to Dionysus, huh?" ,she crossed her arms. She then bent down slowly so that there were only inches between their faces. "And let me  guess... You must be Dionysus?" She giggled briefly. "What a beautiful dream you have."

Jimin bit his full lower lip, which tasted of red wine, and stood up while she was too drunk not  to be fixed on his naked upper body.

"A dream?" He played with her honey-colored hair. "But didn't you.." , he began by running his index finger along her collarbone, "..dream about me yesterday?"

And there they were again. Tied up feelings. Not a single sound she could make.

How? How does he know?' was what she wanted to ask, but couldn't.

"Weren't you the woman on my bed who said.." ,he lifted her chin up so she could look into his dark eyes,

"Do we get drunk at midnight and kiss until our lips burn?"