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[lichenbug]

bun does roller-bot derby n steak works alongside the derby as a sponsored mechanic. theyve gotten very very... close. hmm <3.

[kilbygrl]

nah they’ve had sex before!! (Maybe they take 3 days off before the wedding to be a little touch starved idk, whatever u choose!!) 🥰

original request: ok but sweet n slow post marriage reception sex w Jack, and then FREAK NASTYYYY SEX (or the other way around lol)

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex.

a/n: tbh, i didnt get the nasty sex part right, so this is more a sweet sex post marriage, but i included a bit of dirty talk, so i hope you like it 😁 but if you want to ask another freaky nasty sex, in another context, you can too. i just couldn't fit right in this one! <3 thanks for the ask, anon!

“I can’t believe you’re really my wife” Jack kisses your face, taking you to bed in bridal style.  

“And I’ll be for the rest of our life” you can’t hold a smile. 

You have never feel that happy. The marriage was everything that you wanted and more. Jack made sure it was perfect, doing everything with you. Tasted cake with you, picked the flowers, choose the place,ye the colors, the drinks, the food, the decoration. He had a saying in everything and you couldn’t had choose a better man to be your husband. 

“You look so pretty with that dress, but I’ll have to take it out of you” he stood behind you, unbuttoning the dress, little by little “I love you so much, wife” he presses kisses on your back, making you breath out loudly. 

You haven’t had any physical contact with Jack besides kissing and hugging for the last week. Mostly because you didn’t had time, but you wanted to wait a little for the big day, and have awesome married sex. You were so touched starved that only his fingers ghosting over your skin were making you crazy. 

“I missed touching you so much, ma. Nothing feel as good as your skin” he takes the stripes of the dress, letting it slide down your body. He leaves long slow kisses along your neck, hands wondering on your skin. You breathe heavily, enjoying your husband lips on you “My wife” 

“My husband” you say with a smile, turning around, and holding his face, connecting his lips on yours.  

You spend a lot of time just kissing and touching each other, his hands holding your waist, sticking your body to his. Your fingers unbutton his shirt, and you kiss the little freckles on his shoulder. On a blink of an eye, you two are in the king-size bed, he’s on top of you, taking off his pants as you look at him like he’s your favorite piece of art. 

“You look so hot with that innocent look in your eyes, but we both know you’re not innocent, don’t we baby?” he says with his usually cocky tone, making you squirm. 

“Can you just fuck me already?” you beg, taking his hands and putting them you your boobs. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” you nod, looking into his shining blue eyes “Whatever my wife wants, she gets” he squeezes your boobs before going straight to the waistline of your underwear, taking it of slowly, leaving kisses on your thighs, opening them wide “Sweetheart, I can see you dripping for me. I bet you’ve been wet the whole night”  

“Yeah, you look hot in a suit. Can you blame me?” he shakes his head, smiling. 

“I’m going to slide so good in you. So easy. You’re never going to forget this night” he says, taking his hands to your clit, stimulating it as you moan on his ear “Shit baby, I need to be inside you ASAP”  

He takes off his underwear, positioning himself in your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside you. As soon he’s all in, he goes down to kiss you, thrusting into you, one of his hands going down your arm, until he’s holding yours. You two spend long minutes there, moaning, loving each other as he whispers sweet things in your ear. 

“I’m almost there” you say to him, and in the same time his free hand goes back to your clit “A little faster, please, love”

He listens to you, increasing his movements and kissing your neck. You’re kinda lost, feeling it building in your belly, not holding any moans, letting him know how good he’s making you feel. 

“I’m going to cum inside you, darling. Gonna make you more mine than you already are” he whispers in your ear, going fast with his fingers “Come for me, baby. I know you want to, please” 

And only with that, you let it go, feeling your body tremble a little. A few seconds later, he comes too, moaning loudly, and making you feel his hot cum inside you. You hold his face, making him look into your eyes. He kisses you with so much passion, that you forget the whole world around you. 

“I’m going to make you the happiest wife in the whole world, ma” he gets out of you, laying on the bed. 

“I already am, honey” you run your hands through his curls, giving him a peck. 

And on that note, he takes you to the bathroom, taking care of you, giving you a bath and a handful more of orgasms that night, saying that his wife must be pleased the whole time. 

[junosartsthetic]

Rohan Headcanons

Here’s eight pages of Rohan shit I wrote late at night. I should stop doing that. But alas, I won’t.

Okey

HeS a lil shit

That’s canon

But

He’s also kinda 🥺🥺

Heavens door also is 🥺🥺

if Rohan isn’t in the mood to give affection heavens door will gladly hug you for hOUrs

like

It’ll just nestle up against your chest and sorta,,,, fall asleep almost?

N ur like Rohan it’s asleep on my tits

N he’s like,,,, god I wish that were me…. I mean,,,, uhh,,, fuckin sucks 4 you guess you’ll just suffer

he likes drawing you

lol sketches on napkins n such

He just likes lookin at ur face

🥺🥺🥺🥺

He also has a pen somewhere lost in his hair

He keeps it there just in case his other ones get lost

Somehow

Even tho he’s got so fuCKin many

Also he lovEs learning things!

He’ll pick up a book about anything and read it just because

He’ll try to impress u with weird n random facts

Most of the time it doesn’t work

he likes when you mess with his hair

On the outside he’s like

DOnt fuckin touCh me but on the inside he’s like,,,, oooo head scritches r niceeeee

He believes he has an exceptional sense of style and doesn’t take criticism

He wears silk pajamas

But only sometimes

99% of the time he sleeps in his clothes because he passes out from exhaustion mid-drawing

Rohan also likes writing

Just lil things

Poems n such

He’s rather sentimental about certain things

He likes to go to libraries even though he’s got a bunch of books at home because he believes it allows him to better absorb the information he needs

He hates off brand things

It’s a maJor pet peeve

“What the hell is this?”

“What do you mean? They’re pop tarts?”

“THESE ARE NATURALLY FLAVORED FROSTED BROWN SUGAR CINNAMON TOASTER PASTRIES GREAT VALUE BRAND™️!”

“Yeah, pop tarts.”

“JAHDHWHXUWUDUWHDGWG”

He likes to wear slippers

Bunny slippers

They’re cute

He got heavens door a lil pair of them

Gotta match, ya know?

He picks at his eyelashes when he’s nervous

You gotta tell him to stop or else he’s gonna have to wear falsies

That makes him quit for a little while at least

He once accidentally stabbed himself with a pen but refused to go to Josuke for help

He’s still got a scar from it

his house has a basement but he’s never gone down to it

Too scary

He just says he has no use for it

Lies!

He’s a scaredy-cat

He can play quite a few instruments

He can also sing

He sings in the shower

It’s not half bad but his song choices tend to be awful

“STOP FUCKING SINGING ‘I KISSED A GIRL’ IN THE SHOWER OVER AND OVER! ITS SEVEN IN THE MORNING AND IM SICK OF IT!”

He’s got an embarrassing tattoo somewhere

Probably something stupid like a butterfly on his calf

He pretends it doesn’t exist

He used to read random people’s memories with heavens door when bored or uninspired but after a mortifying memory he read he stopped doing that

He once had a coo-coo clock but smashed it because it was getting on his nerves

he hates the sound of gum chewing

It’s the worst™️ to him

he sometimes forgets to shower

Nasty

But when he does shower it is extra™️

He takes reaaaaally long showers

And sings, as established

what the fuck does he even do in there?

Idfk

It’s a secret

He orders takeout because he can’t fucking cook

He’s trash at it

He tries

But he just can’t do it

he tends to make faces when he draws

It’s hilarious

He once drank 17 five hour energies to see what would happen

He doesn’t remember what happened

He awoke 2 days later in the hospital

he enjoys playing scrabble but only because everyone who plays against him ends up crying in anger when they lose

He owns a bunch of record players for the aesthetic™️

Doesn’t use them like ever

Owns like 3 records that he will play once in a blue moon

Everything he does is for the aesthetic™️ tbh

He likes to be held

But only under certain circumstances 

Do nOT touch when he is in the middle of drawing something intense

He will turn around and sMAck you with his pen (on purpose or accident? Idk)

He’s clingy

He’s needy

He’s whiny

He’s like a puppy

But with the ego of a cat

He’ll be actively spooning you but assures you he is nOt having the time of his life

Eventually he admits he likes hugs n human contact

But at first it’s like trying to give a cat a bath

Yikes™️

Speaking of baths… bath time!

He likes baths

They’re nice

Bubble baths

They help him think 

And he likes to mess with the bubbles

He likes the smell of candles too

You normally buy him candles in special occasions 

He loves them

Most of the time

Occasionally he will despise the scent but keep the candle around anyway because he feels bad throwing away a gift

Well, a gift from his s/o

Anyone else he’ll tOss that sucker into the trash

The gift— not the gift giver

Maybe

If it’s Josuke— he’s in the dumpster 

Uhhhh

Slightly nsfw but uhh,,,

Boob stress balls?

Nice

It’s a win-win situation tbh

soft, moldable, attached to someone he loves

Amazing

You’ve gotten used to it tbh

Whatever calms him down

Also he likes when you kiss his forehead before going to bed

He’ll be staying up to finish something and you’ll kiss him good night and leave your chapstick on his forehead and he just—

Makes him feel loved

He won’t admit it though

you usually initiate the affection

Sometimes he’ll hold your hand or something in public

In private he’ll be more outgoing but deny it means anything

“What, no I didn’t mean to touch your ass it was an accident”

“You’re still touching my ass”

“It’s still an accident”

you two also get in realllly stupid arguments 

“Did you open this door?”

“What?”

“Did you open it?”

“Why would I open the basement door?”

“Did you?”

“No!”

“Liar!”

“Why would I lie about that?”

he’s a blanket hog

Also loves his pillows

He wears a lil sleep mask to bed

It’s cute

he unironically has a hydro flask

It keeps his water cold

He finds the jingling of the ice in it annoying though

I think he wouldn’t enjoy digital art because he can’t feel the paper and the ink and it’s not as personal

he likes eating ramen

Even though it’s terrible for him

If you look closely there are little stains on his papers

It’s ramen broth

But it’s convenient and he can’t cook for shit so it’s what he eats

He acts all refined but he’s not if you look closely

He’s got a reallly messy closet I bet

He tries to keep organized but it’s difficult!

He likes drawing birds

Idk why

Birb

He’s got a framed picture of you on his desk

He looks at it when he’s feeling stressed

It usually calms him down and gets him ready to work

you’ve nude modeled for him a couple times

Half the time he’s not even sketching

You don’t care though

Seeing his suave facade and expression be replaced with red cheeks and stifling coughs is cute

By the end you just give him a kiss and then it leads to—

The nsfw is for later

anyway

He’s tried to get you to draw

But anything you draw he criticizes so harshly that you’ve sworn off showing him your drawings 

You know he’s doing it to help you

But it still hurts

you’ll sometimes help shading things in his manga

It’s the only thing he trusts you to do

But only on minor panels

And in small patches

But you still get credit as a background artist so you’re happy

You paint his nails a lot

He doesn’t mind

his favorite color is a dark green like his hair, though he also enjoys gold to match his stand

[sweetfierceimagines]

He’s a fraaat guy... duh

Steve Harrington x reader 

Request by @girl-next-door-writes , thanks so much !! 

/ Sorry for the title it’s so bad ahah but I’m obsessing over the parody of Billy Eilish’s Bad Guy so oops sorry / 

Summary : College Steve is at a party when the reader asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend to get some frat boy off her, and they end up getting a bit more close than expected *wink wink* 

Warnings : mentions of harassment, alcohol, Steve being hot AF 

Y/F/A : your favorite alcohol 

Y/H/C : your hair color 

* 

STEVE’s POV:

Steve had work very hard to attend college. He had worked extra hours at boring jobs, he looked for every help he could to find to get a loan, to get a good flat in the campus, and now it was the moment to enjoy it. It was the end of the first semester, mid terms exams just ended and everyone was either back to their family or partying hard. Steve didn’t feel like going back to Hawkins, and honestly his parents didn’t ask for him too much either. He had spent the last 3 days going from a party to another, and he was holding his alcohol way better than expected. He didn’t have as many friends in college than he had in Hawkins High, but he didn’t care very much. What he wanted was pure fun : drink, dance, fall asleep somewhere, repeat. And that mission was a success. 

He was in a fraternity house, Delta Omega whatever. The place was dope, but the people not so much : Steve had never been interested in joining a fraternity, even though it would have ment help between members and maybe a slightly easier life. These guys were just too much : way too self-centered, keeping some nasty secrets, and apparently nurturing an unhealthy machist ideology. Steve was probably not the most aware dude, the most engaged feminist, but he respected women and he would never force anyone to do anything. These guys probably would. 

Anyway, he was enjoying the moment, dancing like a dork with some people he didn’t know but were kind of cool. When he went to reload his red cup in the kitchen, he noticed a girl. She had Y/H/C hair, beautiful eyes, and looked like she was the most badass independent woman on campus. For some reason, Steve started to stare and smiled a bit to himself, checking her out a bit too much. She realized it and turned to him, making an awkward eye contact with a completely out of his mind Steve. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows a bit but still kept a light smile on the corner of her mouth, scanning Steve and knowing instantly that he meant no harm. Steve was about to gather his courage to go and talk to her when a dude with a polo sweatshirt tied around his neck came to her and offered her a drink, apparently feeling quite confortable with her. Steve sighted and went back to the living room where the party was going on extra well, and though to himself it was logic that a girl like her already had a date. 

It was nearly 2 am, Steve was by the pool, leaning on the little bar and scanning the crowd. Most of the people were completely wasted, and he was not even tipsy. He was thinking of living the place, not really having a blast, when he felt someone pulling him by the hand and bringing him away from the dancing crowd. He freed his hand and stopped, looking at the person who pulled him away like that. It was the girl he spotted earlier, and she seemed pissed off, the least to say. She looked at him with sorry eyes, and rubbed the back of her neck, visibly looking for the right words. 

- Hey, hu.. I don’t really know how to put this but, you know, that guy in the kitchen? 

Steve didn’t understand what the hell she was trying to get from him, so he just shrugged his shoulders. Y/N raised an eyebrow with a smirk. 

- Oh come on, I know you were looking.. 

Steve blushed a bit and scoffed, relaxing a bit. She carried on : 

- Look, this guy is a fucking harasser ok? He pretends not to understand the word “NO”, and I tried everything to get him away.. so at some point I panicked, and I said I had a boyfriend. And hu.. well you were around, so I pointed you as the bf. 

She said that and turned around a bit, feeling her cheeks get heated by the embarrassment and feeling of helplessness she hated so much. Steve smiled, and raised a bit, as if that information just gave him strength and pride. He bit his lower lip and nodded. 

- Yeah, well it’s a frat guy, not much brain in there. There’s nothing to feel embarrassed with, don’t worry. He’s the idiot, not you. And I’m glad you chose me as the fake boyfriend, even though I'd rather have you make your choice because of my insane charisma, and not only my presence in the room! 

He laughed a bit, pushing her shoulder a bit to signify that it was ok, and he was actually feeling good about this. 

- Yeah well.. I don’t like to “use” people. I promise you I’d rather avoid that.. But I'll have to ask you to cooperate as tonight’s boyfriend sir, will you accept the mission? 

- Yes ma’am ! 

He pretended to make a military salute and they both smiled a bit, returning to the party together. 

- What’s your name though? I love to call my girlfriends sweet names but it’s a bit stupid not to know the basics right? 

- Oh yeah ! I’m Y/N! You can call me that, or princess, or love, or the best thing that ever happened to you, I leave that to your choice! You? 

- I’m Steve, you can call me king, babe, the athletic guy who dedicated his night to protecting you from dicks, up to you.. 

They exchanged a smile and bit their lip at the same time, avoiding each other’s glance. They joined the dancing crowd, getting to know each other and staying by the pool. At some point Steve started to dance and took Y/N’s hand to make her spin. She burst out laughing, feeling the sweet rush of adrenaline of spending time with a funny guy. When she started to feel dizzy from the spins, she put her hands on Steve’s torso, then shoulders. They danced looking into each other’s eyes, and almost forgot that it was just a parade. 

- Hey Y/N, when will you give me that solo heh? 

They both turned around to see the frat guy, with is ugly rich kid style and the condescending face expression. Steve took Y/N’s hand in his, getting closer to her to play his role correctly. 

- Dude, you’re talking to my girlfriend right now, fuck off. 

The man looked at Steve from top to bottom, flexing his muscles to try to intimidate him. He was absurd, but from the way he was behaving, it was obvious that he though he was looking dope. 

- She played me all night man, turning me on like the hoe she is, and I won’t be left out like that ! 

Steve got in front of Y/N to protect her and stood up to the man, pushing him a bit. 

- I don’t care what she did or didn’t. She’s my girl and you’re going to stop bothering her right now. I’m not kidding.

The frat guy, clearly drunk, sent a mean look to them and left. Steve and Y/N looked at each other and sighted in relief. 

- Damn Y/N, that guy is the worst.. I would be frightened if I were you! 

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and poured herself and Steve a shot of Y/F/A and cheered with him, the burning liquid giving her a bit more energy to carry on that night. 

- Yeah well, why do you think I lied about my relationship status? He’s mental, I was honestly scared to leave, he might have followed me or something.. aaaaand he’s staring again. 

Steve looked and saw the man staring at them with an evil look, sipping his red cup to intoxicate himself even more than he already was. As he was looking at that dude, he felt Y/N turn around and grab his hands to put them on her hips. He felt some blush rising to his cheeks but tightened the grip, swaying to her rythm and getting closer to her. She whispered a “is it working?”, and it took him a few seconds to get out of his head to look in the guy’s direction, who was almost completely red. 

- Well, he’s about to explode. Can’t tell if it’s because he’s jealous or because we’re hot though. 

She laughed a bit and turned her head to him to look in his eyes and get a glimpse of the frat guy. 

- Clearly because we’re hot, Stevie boy. 

- Wasn’t part of the names I allowed, my dear Y/N. 

She raised an eyebrow, whispering a “what you’re going to do about it?”. He bit a bit more strongly his lip and restrained himself from crashing his lips to hers, remembering it was just a game and he couldn’t become the harasser he was protecting her from. Instead, he patted her pockets to make sure she didn’t have anything of value in it, and lifted her, taking her in his arms with a mischievous smile. 

- This, love. 

And all of a sudden he jumped in the pool with Y/N in his arms, helping her get back to the surface and laughing like crazy to her shocked look. 

- Stevie what the hell !! 

She had a hard time breathing but couldn’t help but laughing too, getting a grip on his shoulders and putting her legs around him to stabilize herself. 

- You’re mental I promise! You better have spare women clothes somewhere because I'm not going home fully wet like that. 

- That was too tempting I’m sorry, that look you gave me though, I had to put out the fire! 

She raised an eyebrow in question, sliding one hand on his hair and slowly massaging him. He smiled, sliding his own hands under her thighs, pretending it was to support her, but admitting to himself that he was dying for some contact. He looked at her face, every feature attracting him more and more, eventually becoming too much to handle. He looked around, pretending to see the frat guy again by furrowing his eyebrows, and suddenly cupped her jaw with one hand, crashing his lips on hers. Their kisses were heated, both grabbing to whatever they could to get closer to each other, to get some friction, and eventually even letting some soft moans out when they were reaching for air. At some point they broke the kiss and Y/N looked around, not seing the frat guy anywhere. She looked back at Steve who was glowing from excitement. 

- He was there so.. I just.. I got caught in the mood.. 

Y/N nodded, not daring to put his word in question, but feeling butterflies in her stomach, and thanking the pool for not making it obvious that she got wet only with the kiss. She could also swear that what she was feeling against her core was a hard Steve, but this she didn’t point out. She let go of her grip around his waist and neck and got out of the pool, Steve following her. He grabbed a towel and covered her up, trying to get her warmer. 

- You’re living on campus? 

She nodded, pointing to him the buildings about 10 minutes away. 

- Good! Seems like we’re neighbors. I'll take you home then, after all it’s my fault if you got all wet. 

They both looked at each other, pretending they didn’t understand the other meaning of that sentence, and left the house, passing by the frat guy sleeping on a couch. Steve brought her back to the entry of her building, literally across his own.

- Here we are ! I don’t know for you, but I really enjoyed that party after all, if you ever need an emergency boyfriend I'll be there!

He handed her a piece of paper, presumably with his chamber number and she smiled, nodding. 

- Yes, that was a good night.. Thank you for everything Stevie boy, sleep tight! 

She got in the building and went to the elevator, unwrapping the piece of paper to read what he wrote on it. There was his flat number, the building, and a phone number as well. Finally, there was a little note saying 

Thank you for tonight, Y/N, 

Hope I have been a pleasant bf. 

Watch out, my services will get more expensive! 

Good night, 

XOXO, Steve

*

The end ! 

Tell me what you thought about it, if you’d like a part 2 or anything ! Still accepting requests ! 

[artificialqueens]

break up with ur girlfriend (ravjila) (1/3) - dartmouth420

A/N: part 1: lesbian au in which Raven is a chaotic dumbass who’s a bit manipulative, and the night turns out differently than she expected.

featuring Jujubee’s unsolicited opinion via text message

this fic is high-key based on the ariana grande song with the same title. first time submitting, long time admirer. general shoutout to all the rajila/ravja/ravjila writers, y'all are absolute gems.

ps: raven’s moral compass is a bit crooked in this fic, so please take that in stride.

PART 1

Raven knew she looked good.

Her long blonde hair was sleek and her eyeliner was perfect, her layers of makeup accentuating her eyes and cheekbones. Her tight black dress showed off her curves and her new heels made her legs look hot as hell. Not to mention, she was on the prowl. Smiling to herself, she sucked on the straw of her second drink, eyeing the club-goers analytically. The music pumped through the speakers.

There were so many fucking hot women here, but Raven could be quite selective. It was a Friday, so even if she didn’t meet anyone tonight she’d go out again tomorrow. Either way, she was gonna get laid this weekend.

Raven walked into the next room, where there was a wider dance floor. The ceilings in there were higher, blue light glancing over the partygoers. Raven noticed some people she knew and gave them a wave. She moved through the crowd like a shark, looking over each person.

And then she saw her. The straw fell from Raven’s mouth.

The woman was insanely cute, curly black hair, pale skin, a thin leather band around her neck. She wore tight yellow high-waisted jeans (a bold choice for the club Raven had to admit, intrigued) and a black lingerie-style top. The young woman danced like she was having fun, not like she was trying to be looked at. That made looking at her all the more satisfying, in Raven’s opinion.

Raven grinned. The woman was exactly her type. She couldn’t wait to take her home. If the woman was into her, anyway. But the entire seduction process stretched before Raven, and she basked in the anticipation.

The song changed to a bass-heavy hip-hop beat and Raven started to move towards the other woman. The other woman rolled her hips back and forth, lifting her hands over head. Raven licked her lips, just steps from her.

And then a pair of brown tattooed arms wrapped around the curly-haired woman’s waist. Raven paused. The woman Raven had been watching leaned back into the other, smiling, eyes closed. They swayed together and Raven took a good look at the second woman. She was tall, with light-brown skin and some pretty hot arm tattoos. She was dressed in a backless top, exaggeratedly deep cut showing off her flat chest, with long black pants with a masculine cut. Her black and grey hair was in tight braids close to her head. She whispered in the younger woman’s ear and kissed the side of her face. Then she glanced around, eyeing up the other people who were too close to her girlfriend.

Raven cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. A spike of jealousy shot through her. Hmm. The young woman’s girlfriend seemed a touch possessive. But when it came to possessive partners, there was something so fun about trying to seduce the person they so jealousy guarded. Also, half the time it meant the relationship was unstable and on it’s way out. Raven could definitely help this one die a natural death.

Then she spun on her heel and retreated.

But it wasn’t truly a retreat, she merely had to plan around this new information.

Raven knew she had a reputation as a bit of a womanizer, if there was a lesbian term for that. Maybe she was just a bitch, but whatever. It satisfied her to mess with people a little bit. She never went out of her way to be truly cruel. She leaned against the wall of the club and pulled out her phone.

gonna ruin someones relationship tonight she texted to her best friend Juju. The only reason Juju wasn’t at the club with her, getting wasted and yelling at guys was because she was away at some conference for her job.

BITCH Juju immediately messaged back. is she hot tho

obviously… Raven let out a small chuckle, looking down at her phone screen.

girl…

she’s a cutie, just gotta get around her older girlfriend get ready for drama

bitch ur gonna die lol. text me later?

you’ll hear all about it ;)

Raven shut her phone and put it in her bra, then sipped her drink. She noticed another girl approach her, pretty with her hair dyed green, but Raven gave her a disinterested look and the girl changed direction. It was easy to keep an eye on the curly-haired woman on the dance floor, her bright yellow jeans easily visible among the mainly black-clad clubgoers.

Fuck, she was hot.

There was a good song playing, so Raven drained her drink and briefly joined the dance floor, moving her hips sensually and earning some appreciative looks. While she danced she thought about the situation. It was most likely the curly-haired woman would be by herself at some point, perhaps at the bar ordering a drink. Or briefly alone on the dance floor, if the possessive girlfriend was in charge of what they drank. That would be her opportunity. And then Raven realized she had to pee.

Mildly annoyed, she made her way towards the bathroom. It was fairly crowded but surprisingly clean. There was some blonde girl crying at the sink, two of her friends trying to comfort her and another woman stumbling out of a stall, laughing. Raven quickly entered a stall and shut the door, hiking her dress up and sitting down. Dizzy, she blinked. The alcohol was starting to get to her but maybe it was a good idea to be a little buzzed, if it was going to give her the confidence to hit on the mystery woman.

There was whispering in the next stall, followed by giggling and a quick, “So the E-”.

Some fool was doing party drugs in the bathroom. Raven wondered if they might share.

She finished and stepped out of the stall.

The hot woman from the dance floor was bent over the counter, fixing her lipstick in the mirror. Her round ass covered in those bright yellow jeans was right in front of Raven. Raven wanted to bite it.

Instead she smiled, delicately touched her chest and took advantage of her glorious luck. The other sinks were occupied, one by the still-crying blonde and the other by someone actually washing their hands. She circled the curly-haired woman, coming to her side by the counter-top.

The other woman noticed her in the mirror, “Oh sorry, did you need the sink?” She shuffled a little to the side.

“I did, thanks,” Raven bent close to her and washed her hands thoroughly. Club bathrooms were nasty. The crying girl next to them had mascquera all over her face, poor thing, and she and her crew filed out of the bathroom. Raven eyed the curly-haired women next to her in the mirror. Up close she was pretty, with high round cheekbones and expressive eyebrows. Raven straightened and went over to dry her hands. She watched the other woman continue with her makeup and noticed her glance over, looking Raven up and down.

Excellent.

“So what’s your name? I’m Raven,” said Raven, moving back towards the big mirror to touch up her own makeup. Not that it needed it, she looked flawless. She leaned over the counter, smoothing down one eyebrow and watching the other woman in the mirror, perhaps a little closer to her than necessary.

“Woah, that’s such a cool name,” the other woman breathed and straightened, stumbling a little, and gave Raven a big open smile, “I’m Manila.”

The woman had obviously had a couple drinks, and was into her. Even better.

“You’ve got a pretty cool name yourself,” said Raven, touching her arm in acknowledgement, “Love your jeans by the way.” She let her eyes run up and down the woman’s - no, Manila’s, legs.

“Aw thanks,” she said, then she raised her foot up onto the counter, running her hand down her leg like a car salesman, said announced, “I got these babies at Target, can you believe it?” Then she threw her head back and laughed at her own joke.

Holy shit. Raven giggled, covering her mouth. Raven was going to make Manila throw her head back like that again, ideally with Raven’s tongue in her pussy.

“I really can’t believe that,” replied Raven, taking a step towards Manila as she lowered her leg off the counter, “Doubt I’d find anything like you at Target.” She moved behind Manila, who turned to follow her. Then Raven stepped forward, very close to Manila, who’s breath hitched.

Manila stepped back, her hips now back against the counter, “I mean I’m very pro-Target, just don’t wear red in there, you’ll never get out.”

“I certainly won’t risk it. Are you here alone, or…?” Raven purred, raising her chin.

“Oh uh,” said Manila, staring into Raven’s eyes.

“You wanna come dance with me?” Raven leaned forward, resting her hands on the counter, trapping Manila. She was taller than the other woman, perhaps not as much without her heels, but it made her feel powerful. But, Manila clearly didn’t mind tall women. Raven hadn’t forgotten her girlfriend.

“Well, I have a girlfriend,” said Manila, eyes wide. But she wasn’t leaning back, away from Raven, or trying to move. In fact, she brushed Raven’s arm with the tips of her fingers, cocked her head to one side and gave Raven a calculating look, “But…”

“You should break up with your girlfriend,” breathed Raven into her ear, her body tingling, “I’m bored-”

The door slammed open, ricocheting off the wall.

“Manila! I found the- fuck!”

Raven straightened up, a shark-like grin on her face.

“Oh fuck, Raja-” started Manila, taking a step towards the other woman.

“Who’s this?” the tall woman, Raja, motioned at Raven angrily.

“Hi, I’m Raven,” said Raven, offering her a little wave. She didn’t stop smiling. The real drama was starting.

Raja glared at her. Raven eyed her right back. Raja was tall and lithe, muscular and quite androgynous but for her long hair. She had an angular face with minimal makeup and big brown eyes that were currently narrowed at Raven.

“The fuck are the you doing with my girlfriend?” she snapped.

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” replied Raven sarcastically.

“What do you think, blondie?”

“Raja-” Manila moved in front of her, putting an arm around Raja’s waist and turning her away from Raven.

“If you’re going to do stuff like this, we talk about it first,” said Raja, voice quiet and low.

Oh. Well, that was interesting. Raven shifted her hips and mentally adjusted her plan.

“I’m sorry, baby,” said Manila, running her hand over Raja’s bicep. “I know this is supposed to be your night.”

“Right, yeah, it was.”

Raven cocked her head to one side.

“What are you still looking at?” snapped Raja.

“Oh, nothing,” replied Raven casually, looking down at her nails. The paint was beautiful, not even chipped. Of course, she only kept them long on two out of four fingers, and she angled her hand, making sure they both noticed, “Just your girlfriend is really hot, that’s all."

Manila laughed and quickly turned it into a cough.

"Bitch, I swear to god-” Raja took a menacing step towards Raven.

Raven held her ground, and looked Raja right in the eyes, “You’re not bad yourself, when you’re not yelling.”

Raja’s mouth dropped open, shocked. Manila began giggle, looking between them. The giggling turned into a truth laugh, and she threw back her head again, hair bouncing.

Raven’s face broke, and she smiled as well. She raised her eyebrows at Raja and winked.

“I mean-” Raja looked between them, but her angry expression was cracking, “I- fuck.” She brought her hand to her temple, a smile playing around her mouth. She shook her head at Raven.

“Why don’t we all get a drink and talk about it?” suggested Raven, taking a step forward and giving Raja a warm smile.

Manila leaned into Raja, hugging her waist, “C'mon, let’s get a drink.”

They all left the bathroom, and as Raven stepped out, last, she heard one of the party-drug women still hidden in the stall whisper-shout, “No fucking way, she really turned it around like that?!”

Raven smirked, and let the door swing shut behind her.

[mythykl]

Akaashi’s x Reader *s/o being too self conscious*

I messed up w an Inbox request again tf. Well, this girl had asked me to write an imagine in which Akaashi’s s/o is is sorta shy, lacks self confidence, is extremely body conscious buttttt,,, our boi gives her a reason to cease doubting herself!

I hope you enjoy anon;))

ps. not my art

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“Y/n.. y/n; are you even listening?” These words are enough to snap me out. In realization, my eyes dart across the road. We had already reached to my apartment. I look at Akaashi as we cross the road; it’s almost unbelievable to see someone so calm and composed while I’ve millions of thoughts running in my head.  

We hadn’t even held hands during the 20 minutes whole walk. I see him fiddling with his fingers in my peripheral view, yet bearing his expressions as poised as ever. In reflex, I quickly let go of my stiff posture and go for his hand while he’s taken aback.

It was already past 10pm when Akaashi and Bokuto at last decided to stop the practice, while everyone else had left 3 hours prior. Not that it matters; after what had happened today- I didn’t want to leave my boyfriend’s side. He makes me feel safe and accepted, thus, with no willingness to breakdown, I ended up bunking the remaining school hours and crashing at the gym; watching the team play. At my sight, Akaashi immediately came to inquire what was I doing in the gym; without giving any specifics or bothering him much, I just said that I wanted to be around him- for some reason and he should continue his practice. Again, no specifics.

Once in the building, our trip in the elevator was pretty awkward, Akaashi didn’t once glance away from his phone, furiously tapping his fingers on the screen, while I just stood there silently. A part of me told me that I should approach to him but I didn’t. What if he shouts at me, or just leaves me and walks away? Moreover, plans for tonight were decided since weeks, I have no intentions to butcher this. My parents are away, thus it won’t be much of an issue, as it was the last time when they had met my boy the first time. I chuckle at my thoughts, grabbing Keiji’s full attention now.

“I asked you for the keys.” He says blandly. Did he just repeat himself since I was zoned out? I fumble for my bag, take out the keys and hand over to him. Upon opening, I walk ahead, switching on the lights as he closes the door behind me.

“I was plannin’ on coming home early and cook your fav’ boiled rapeseed plants with karashi mustard dressing, but now we-” abruptly a hand placed on my waist turns me around and a kiss is planted on my forehead. Akaashi holds me tight to his chest as he hugs me. Drowned in oblivion, I couldn’t comprehend a thing. 

“You’re precious to me and I’ll do anything to.. Keep you happy. Or even protect you. Or help you. But you- you need to open up more. Something’s wrong, isn’t it? And you are acting unusual. I’ve waited for two days for you to pour it out, but don’t mistake my silence for my ignorance baby.”

Wait. what. 

That’s when I notice how much he had to lean to hug my petit self. Why do I have to be so tiny? My hair aren’t perfect, I don’t get the best of the grades, he never saw me more than a good friend until last Christmas, I’m not popular, I don’t have the sexiest figure and- 

And everything that those girls, his classmates, blabbered about me in the washroom is true. Even when I stood up for myself, for the first time since the last week when the nasty rumours started, I was just shoved off after being called a ‘skank’ and a ‘liar’ by the whole gang.

How pathetic.

“Why do you love me?” I manage to speak in the midst of getting choked on my tears.

I feel him smile slightly against my frizzy hair, “Well, to be honest, I’m not quite sure why. But maybe, it did start when you were talking with trees in my backyard after a stormy night a few years back, or when you experimented with some dumb egg mask which left an obnoxious sting along with some shine I guess. And-”

“Akaashi. I’m not joking. I’m feeling-”

“Miserable. Worthless. Sad. Lost?” Pause. “Bokuto told me, I know what my classmates bullshitted outside the girl’s washroom. Them cornering you and everything while I wasn’t around; that’s when Bokuto stepped in, didn’t he?”

Why the hell did Bokuto- this is not how I- 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” I reply. He lets go of the hug and strides towards the couch to sit. I shrug off, about to sneak away in my room or something when he says, “We are having a talk young lady.”

“Stop acting like my dad.”

“Oh, am I not?” The fuck- I start blushing like crazy all of the sudden, when he sighs. 

“I’m not even fully aware of these stupid rumours those girls have come up, probably with to pass their time. All I know from Bokuto is that one of them isn’t pleased by your presence in my life. Simply speaking, it pisses her off. It’s not like her opinion really matters to any of us, we both know that her calling you names and saying stuff-”

I interrupt him. “AKAASHI. YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW WHATEVER YOU ARE EXPLAINING TO ME? I know her verbal diarrhea won’t mess up your feelings, or-or what we have, but- but it triggers immense self-doubt in me. Those bitches told me to ‘get a life’ while those jerks can’t even get a decent wardrobe for themselves. Something like- I never saw you more than a friend until you gained popularity and- They made me feel worthless, that you don’t deserve some spindle-shank like me-”

“Pfftt~ spindle-shank? Vocab of the day hun’; but where did that come from? Do you think I’m not aware of your anxiety and nervousness. I see it all, your long stares at the ground while you are uncomfortable, or spacing out; even those silent conversations you have with yourself a lot, which the team thinks are creepy. But- when I asked you out, I’d already accepted you with all of your traits, good and bad, from the most weird to the coolest.”

He walks to me, holds my hands and continues, “If you didn’t notice, you just burned the shit out of those chicks while yelping about their nonsense. So you even pass the ‘funny’ category I suppose. Your body and mind, I’ve accepted everything and I want you to love and understand yourself the same way. You aren’t a bother to me, you’re the only one whose crap I love the most to handle.” That’s when you start laughing hysterically.

“What!?? Oh my-”

“No wait you wanna know more?” He suddenly lifts me in bridal style, “See I can lift you, your thinness has its own perks!” I slap him on his shoulder while he continues, “You bring the best in me. Your parents do the best, because of you. Your best friends are surviving, basically- because of you. Bokuto has started getting serious about his studies- because- I guess you told him that you’ll help him talk with his crush or something? Wait-”

This makes me laugh even harder and I just nod in response. He swirls me around the living room and at last places me on the couch, “The point is you’re fucking precious. Start acknowledging the fact that you keep people going- you keep me going. You’re not just something that happened to me but also a part of me. So fuck those unnecesary commentary. They are the ones who need to get a life- and - probably.. A wardrobe too.”

The speech was definitely touching, or more like ENCOURAGING. How does this fool knows me so well? While I brush my fingers on his neck, he kneels down and marches in for a kiss, which lasts extremely long.

Once it breaks off,  I say, “We can continue this after dinner; I’m hungry right now!”

“So- Ramen for milady?”

“Hai!!”

...

we love him. don’t we TwT;

[rwolf19]

Garden Pt. 3 — An Elucien Fic

Length: 3911

Rating: M, SFW(ish)

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A/N: Hullo, I’m back. I have this nasty habit of sitting on finished fics until I forget about them. My bad! But also, FUCK TUMBLR IT’S NOT LIKE I’M TRYING TO POST ON MOBILE AND GOT FUCKED IN THE ASS INSTEAD STUPID ASS FUCKING APP DESIGNED TO MURDER ITS USERS FOR THE SAKE OF MONEY I’M GOING TO AO3 and I’M NOT COMING BACK I’M rWolfWrites fuck this shiiiittt it wasn’t going to be an April’s Fool shit but damn does this fucking nonsense PISS ME OFFFFFFFFFF I COPY AND PASTE THE WHOLE ASS THING AND IT TELLS ME IM OVER PARAGRAPH LIMIT WITH LITERALLY LIKE FIVE LEFT GO SUCK A DICK TUMBLR I’M FUCKING TAKING MY FICS AND LEAVING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT’S NOT PORN YOU PRUDISH FUCKS YALLST WANT JUST THE BEGINNING JUST THE END OR SOME FUCKING NONSENSE EVERY OTHER GODDAMN PARAGRAPH FUCK IM GOING TO WRITE SOME AFLAME AU WHILE IM MAD JESUS Fuck

WHY IS THERE SO MUCH DEAD SPACE JUSR LET ME POST LIKE THREE PARAGRAPHS OF THE FUCKING NONSENSE JESUS H CHRIST EAT A DICK TUMBLR

Elain liked the Day Court. She liked the way Lucien’s russet eye gleamed as his tinker-friend explained things. She liked the marble and the air and the sky. More than the Night Court, it was peaceful. Not in the same way, though. The Day Court was bustling and bursting with energy. There was always someone to help, always something to do.

And the City of the Sun—gods, she loved Solas. It was bright and full of hard-working people who yet stopped to enjoy the feel of the sun on skin or scale or carapace. Everyone wore more or less the same thing; everyone had passionate conversations of whatever fancy had recently taken their interest; everyone tried everything and spoke only of the good. Little complaining was heard because they had all been subject to terrible hardship.

“Elain, I do believe you are single-handedly going to change how people view the Night Court,” Helion said over dinner. She and Lucien always dined together, but Helion showed up only when he wanted to. They’d been given a suite of rooms with a dining and sitting area between their bedrooms. They shared a bathroom as well, though Elain was used to that. “Anyone I talk to can only say that you brighten the day.”

Elain blushed, “The people here are very welcoming. I’ve never met so many who are so purposefully happy.”

Lucien grunted in agreement and pushed his food around his plate. Helion sat at the head of the small table, and Lucien was across from Elain. She stretched out her foot carefully and nudged him. His eyes raised to hers for a moment before returning to his half-finished plate.

“Come now, Elain, don’t sell yourself short,” Helion smiled broadly. “Tell me, can you see yourself staying here?” Lucien’s head snapped up with a snarl. “Don’t.” “Lucien.” Helion only laughed and threw a grape into his mouth. He leaned back in his chair. “There was no reason for Rhysand to send both of you here unless he wants to incorporate something of his here or something of mine in the Night Court. I’m simply wondering-“ “I asked to come,” Elain said softly, her eyes never leaving Lucien. He continued to glare at the High Lord. She wanted to come to get away from Nesta. Because despite how many times Nesta had apologized, despite Feyre’s healing, Elain could not forget the moment that her sister went crazy and slammed her head into the mantle of the fireplace in Feyre’s townhouse. She couldn’t walk through the room without smelling her own blood, without seeing Lucien pleading for her to stay awake. And the roof, the roof where her garden was, it had become the place where Cassian had snapped Lucien’s leg. Elain left because her sister’s mating was negatively effecting her own. Elain left because she thought she might be more daring away from her sisters. She’d built this grand fantasy in her head around going to the Day Court and using the opportunity to be with Lucien—in every sense of the word. But Lucien, it seemed, did not want to touch her here, where he said the walls watched. He did no more than kiss her cheek before retiring to his own room every night. “Did you miss me that much?” Lucien bared his teeth in a low growl. Helion smirked, “Your mate doesn’t seem to like me.” “You’ve never given me much reason to,” Lucien answered sharply. “Lucien,” Elain warned again, softer. “Never? I hardly know you, Lucien, yet I’ve given you the best guest suite-“ “My mother has spent most my life being beaten behind closed doors,” Lucien said lowly. Helion’s smile evaporated. “I know it is punishment for something you were party to.” “Lucien-“ “You know he does it because she loved you. You know, and you’ve known from the start. And still, you do nothing. You had just gotten peace from the first War, then you were under Amarantha’s thumb. She tortured my mother, not because of me, not because of my father, but because it was the only way she knew how to hurt you, you personally, for your part in the War,” Lucien spat. Helion’s lip curled into a sneer. His eyes glowed faintly. “And my mother wasn’t worth your time or resources. She doesn’t deserve anything more than the hell she’s lived for centuries-“ “Enough,” Helion stood. Elain tried not to squeak in fright. Lucien rose just as quickly, jabbing his finger at Helion. “And you have the nerve to sit there and flirt with my mate as though anyone could want to stay with you after how you treated my mother!” “Lucien!” Elain gasped. Helion’s nostrils flared, “Been sitting on that for a while?” “Two-hundred years.” They glared at each other for a long time. Elain could not help but notice how similar their profiles were. The tone of their skin was near the same as well, though Lucien was much fairer. Even the way they were built- ‘You can’t catch me!’ A small child races away from her, hair brassy, feet tiny and pattering. She chases the child through the palace, weaving through marble pillars. She gains on the child enough to brush the soft white chiton the child wears. The child screams, running for the familiar forms of her mate and another. “Grandfather, help me!” “Elain, you shouldn’t have to run,” says Helion, lifting the child into his arms. “The little one might get upset.” Her mate kisses her lightly, touching her stomach with the other hand. “As much as I hate it when he’s right, Elain . . .” “Elain!” Lucien’s eyes were wide, very close to her. She was not sitting. She was on her back. On the floor. He was gripping her face. Relief flooded his face as she took a deep breath. He kissed her cheek and her forehead and cradled her closer. “You scared me.” “Both of us,” said Helion. He was several feet away, his hands clasped in front of him. “I don’t like to think what your sisters would do if you were hurt here.” “Shut up,” Lucien snapped. He stroked Elain’s hair gently. Elain tried to sit up, and he supported her cautiously. “Are you all right?” “I- I saw-“ “Later,” Lucien murmured, kissing her cheek again. He pressed his nose down into her neck and breathed deeply. “Would you mind leaving us alone for a little bit?” Elain asked lightly. Helion smiled and inclined his head. He left without another word. Elain pulled away from Lucien, “That was very rude.” Lucien laughed lowly. Elain twisted to see his face just as his laughter became truly hysterical. There was so much pain in his russet eye. Elain shifted so she was sitting beside him and let him rest his head on her shoulder. He laughed for a while long, then began to weep. Elain held him. —:—:—:— Lucien had planned none of it. Still, Helion did not defend his mother. There had been no regret on Helion’s face. Lucien hated Helion as much as he loved his lady mother. Watching him attempt to charm Elain was infuriating on a deeply primal level. Trying to trick her into using her gifts was despicable, as far as Lucien was concerned. Can you See yourself staying here? Lucien had never wanted to hit a male more. At least Helion hadn’t flirted with him. That would’ve unbearable on an entirely different level. The breakdown was the result of two hundred years of practicing the perfect Fuck You speech being wasted. He hadn’t said half of what he meant to. And Elain should never have had to witness that outpouring of bitter anger. Helion had been avoiding Lucien alone since they arrived, and his frustration had boiled over. “Stop,” Elain said. She’d dragged him off to a garden in the middle of Solas. The moon hung low on the horizon, and she was shivering behind him. She wove magical flowers into his hair as she carefully braided it. He could tell they were glowing. Her fingers were quick and gentle, and he tried to focus on that instead of their miserable dinner. “Stop what?” He feigned ignorance. “Stop agonizing about what happened.” “What happened when?” “Lucien.” “I’ve already completely forgotten,” he said dramatically, “You’ll have to explain.” “Lucien,” she tugged on his hair sharply. It surprised him enough to earn her a groan. She gave up chastising him to finish his braid. He could practically feel the heat of her blush. She tapped his shoulder and he passed her the leather band for it. “Stop smirking.” “I’m not,” he lied lowly. “I can hear it in your voice,” Elain complained. “I’m sat on a blanket at night with my beautiful mate in an enchanted garden and she’s embarrassed because I made a sex noise,” Lucien carefully pulled his braided hair over his shoulder. Sure enough, several of the flowers Elain had braided in were glowing silver. “What could I possibly have to smirk about?” “Lucien,” Elain grumbled. She maneuvered around to sit next to him, shivering in her chiton. The style of the Day Court suited her. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and heating the space above the blanket. She sighed softly and nuzzled closer still. “Elain,” Lucien hummed, kissing her hair. “You’ve said my name an awful lot tonight.” “Lucien,” she said again, turning her head toward his. She kissed his jaw lightly. Blood roared through him. “Lucien.” She kissed his cheek. His arm slid from her shoulder to her waist. “Lucien.” She kissed his lips. He tugged her into his lap carefully. She hummed against him and rested her hands on his chest. He cupped her face with a hand. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He groaned and bit her. Elain gasped, pulling away. Lucien cursed and held up a tongue of flame so he could see. “Did I hurt you?” “I- you-“ Elain’s pink face deepened her eyes. The soft brown was nearly entirely enveloped by her pupils. “You’ve never done that before.” The rasp in her voice sent blood racing faster. Lucien touched her lip gently. He hadn’t broken the skin. And judging by her voice, he hadn’t scared her. “Do you want me to do it again?” Lucien asked. Elain watched him for a moment before nodding. Her arousal was intoxicating. He smiled and she kissed him, hungrily, waiting. An idea sparked in his mind that perhaps his mate liked things the same way he did. The next time he bit her, it was on her neck, and he pulled her hair at the same time. She cried out so loudly that he had to cover her mouth with his hand. Her face turned red as he kissed her cheeks and her nose, trying not to laugh. “Maybe we should go somewhere else, Lucien,” she said when he removed his hand. Lucien just chuckled and kissed her again. “Is this why you wanted to be a mountain range apart from Nesta?” Lucien asked. Elain pouted and clambered off him. “I’m teasing, Elain. It’s good. It’s great.” “Oh,” Elain said lightly. She settled beside him again. She picked at the threads of the blanket. “I haven’t ever . . .” “Been pleasured before?” Lucien teased. Elain’s cheek went bright, and she nodded, biting her lip. Lucien tidied her hair carefully and kissed the tip of her ear. “We’ll find someplace where you can be as loud as you want. My ego really needs it.” She pinched his side. He caught her hand and interlaced their fingers. “Somewhere Nesta won’t bother us-“ “Or Feyre,” Elain blew a tuft of hair out of her face. Lucien lifted an eyebrow. “She always says things and I . . .” “I‘ll tell her to close her fat mouth,” Lucien said. Elain gasped as he knew she would, and he smiled and kissed her lightly. “Would you rather I tell her to use it for something else?” “Lucien!” Elain pinched him with her other hand. Lucien laughed. “You’re just as bad!” “Oh?” Lucien lowered his voice and leaned into her ear. “And what should I use my mouth for?” “You are absolutely incorrigible,” Elain whispered. Lucien noted the flash of her teeth before she ducked her head. “You like it,” Lucien said bravely. Elain lifted her head, carefully not smiling. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you?” “With these things, I’m only stumbling around in the dark,” Elain said softly. “And you’re . . . Something to follow.” “You’ve scandalized me before,” Lucien reminded her. “I didn’t think that possible,” Elain hummed. “You told me once that you bathed naked.” “Everyone does that!” “Yes,” Lucien chuckled. “But most people don’t plant the image of themselves wet and naked and-“ “Well, I was trying to seduce you,” Elain pouted. “It didn’t even work.” “You don’t need to seduce me, Elain,” Lucien breathed, kissing her. “I’m all yours.” —:—:—:— “No. . . . Elain isn’t awake yet, this can wait. . . . We are Night Courtiers, remember.” Elain lifted her head from the pillows enough to see that Lucien was no longer beside her. He had kissed her and held her through the night. She’d fallen asleep in the garden and half-woke in her bed. She knew she’d pleaded with him to stay, to touch her. He promised to stay, but he would only touch her when she was fully awake. Elain fell asleep before she could argue the point. There were voices from the next room over. Elain found her dressing gown and padded out, wrapping her arms around herself against the morning chill. The bedroom door had been left cracked open, and she pushed through it carefully. Lucien was talking with Helion. His hair was braided from the night before, though the flowers were gone. His arms were crossed over his chest. He looked none too pleased. She went over and rested her chin on his shoulder, kissing just below his ear. “Good morning, Lady Elain.” She smiled for Helion and breathed in her mate’s scent. “I came to apologize for dinner last night. Are you feeling better?” “You came to apologize but you haven’t,” Elain sighed. Lucien relaxed as she wrapped her arms around his middle. “It’s cold here.” The room instantly warmed. Elain smiled and closed her eyes. “Come back to bed.” “Just a minute, Elain,” Lucien touched her hands. His voice hardened. “Your apology means little to me.” “I cannot simply walk into Autumn,” said Helion. “Come now,” Lucien said. “With what happened between Rhysand and Tamlin-“ “Beron is not Tamlin. Your mother did not want to leave her children, Lucien, because she loves you. I would have happily taken you in, but Beron would have seen it as a threat-“ “Eris is going to take Beron’s head off by the end of the year,” Elain yawned. She slumped further into Lucien. “You’re so warm.” “Pretend you didn’t hear that,” Lucien said hastily. “We’ll join you for lunch, but as you can tell my mate is . . .” “Trying to get you back into bed,” Elain murmured. “You promised.” Lucien cleared his throat. “Enjoy your morning in,” Helion said slyly. His footsteps receded and a door opened and shut. Elain supposed he had gone. “Did you really See that?” Lucien whispered. “Months ago,” Elain nodded into his shoulder. “It shifts, but something happened a few weeks ago that made it solid.” Her visions were that way sometimes. The closer they got to coming true, the more real they seemed. Other times they were just shifting images in a fog, thoughts or words or people she couldn’t recognize. It got muddled often. Then, in all the confusion, there would be a bolt of clarity, something that would without doubt come to pass. Like that little Illyrian nephew of hers, or the child with the brassy hair. Those were certainties, even if they slid along time injudiciously. “Do you really want me to take you to bed?” Lucien murmured after a time. Elain wondered how long they had been standing there, both lost in thought. Something told her it had been long enough for Lucien to pack away what she’d said into different versions for the members of the Inner Circle. Something for Azriel, who wanted Eris dead; something for Cassian, who knew the opportunity presented to them; the truth for her sister and brother-by-law. Elain opened her eyes. Lucien was doing his best to look at her without turning and disturbing her. Elain raised a hand and gripped his hair. “Lucien.” “Yes, Elain?” “I’m all yours.” The first time was sweet and gentle. Lucien coaxed her to climax twice before carefully pushing inside her, rocking into her and kissing her and touching her. She did not bleed, nor did it hurt. It surprised her. When she whispered her fears to Lucien, he kissed her cheeks and told her those were the concerns of women fucked by human men who were inexperienced idiots or plain cruel. The next time he asked her to turn onto her stomach. He kissed her shoulder and pushed into her from behind. Then he went faster, he pulled her hair, he slammed against her. Elain liked that just as much. Lucien was panting and grinning wickedly by the time they were both spent. “I want to make you breakfast,” Elain hummed, drawing circles on his bare chest with her fingers. He stiffened, and she looked up to hold his gaze. Feyre had mentioned what food meant between mates. She kissed Lucien’s shoulder as he opened his mouth, “I know what it means, yes.” “Elain,” Lucien touched her chin, lifting her head to kiss her. “Are you sure?” “Why shouldn’t I be?” Elain murmured. “I’m the one who can See. I know.” “You know what?” Lucien breathed. “I know that our own children are fairer than our nephews,” Elain kissed him before her words could register. “I know that you never stray from me. I know that you teach me what love means, and that I never grow tired of your touch.” “Hang- Hang on,” Lucien frowned. “Our-“ “I know,” Elain said simply. He kissed her again, rolled over top of her carefully. Elain smiled against him. He leaned his forehead against hers and let his hand drift over her. “And what I don’t know, you’ll teach me.” “Damn right,” Lucien growled. —:—:—:— Rhys and Azriel looked less pleased than usual when Elain and Lucien emerged from Helion’s palace. The High Lord of Day was standing beside them with his arms crossed. Lucien nearly cursed aloud, but Elain was laughing and holding his arm and pulling him along before he could dwell on the older Faes’ expressions. She released him and greeted both Rhysand and Azriel with a kiss on the cheek. She bowed slightly to Helion and reached back for Lucien. He took her hand and she hummed slightly. “You look well,” Azriel said quietly. Rhys’s nose twitched. “Thank you,” Elain answered brightly. Lucien knew that she was perfectly aware of the tension in the air, and chose to ignore it. She looked back at him and smiled. He couldn’t help but return it. She glowed for her happiness. Lucien stepped closer and kissed her forehead. “Go home with Az,” he murmured. “I’m about to be chewed out.” “It’s probably best I talk Nesta down when she smells you on me,” Elain whispered. She kissed him before he could smile. Rhys cleared his throat. Elain stepped back and addressed him. “My sister was right about you.” She took Azriel’s arm and the Shadowsinger took her away before Rhys’s jaw could drop. Lucien laughed. She was so very excellent at keeping the last word. He blamed her Seer abilities. “Before either of you start,” Lucien held up a hand. “I don’t care.” “You’ll care when I send you to the Illyrian Camps without Cassian,” Rhys growled. Lucien spread his hands, “I was raised by Beron. You’re lucky I can claim what little manners I have.” “Lucien,” Rhysand snarled. Helion’s mouth tightened. Lucien met his gaze and felt fire spring to life in his blood. Helion’s brow dropped. Lucien felt his power searching, tried to fend it off with some of his own. Something happened that had never happened to Lucien before. Instead of fending off Helion’s attack, Lucien’s power intwined with the High Lord’s. Surprised flickered in both males’ eyes and they hauled back their power at the same time. Lucien’s heart pounded loud enough for them to hear it on the continent. His muscles tensed as he clenched his jaw. Helion kept his face carefully neutral. “Let’s go,” Lucien said, moving closer to Rhysand. “We’re not done-“ “Let him be a petulant child,” Helion waved a hand and stalked inside. “It’s not my problem.” Lucien heard the doubt. Rhysand glared at him for a moment before gripping his shoulder and winnowing them home. They landed on the roof where Cassian had broken Lucien’s leg. Lucien fell into one of the iron wrought chairs, holding his head in his hands. Rhysand started to head inside. “Is that why you sent me?” Rhysand was not fool enough to fein innocence. “Partially.” Lucien cursed violently. “Will you ever stop meddling in everyone else’s lives?” “That’s not-“ “I guess you wouldn’t,” Lucien looked over his shoulder. “Too much fun to watch everyone fall apart and have them owe you for piecing them back together.” Rhysand’s jaw ticked. Lucien raised his eyebrows. Cassian thundered up the stairs and burst onto the roof. “You’re back.” “You’re standing again,” Lucien said tersely. Cassian looked between him and his High Lord. Lucien raised his eyebrows. “Where is Elain?” “Asking where you are.” “I asked where she is, not what she’s doing,” Lucien snapped. “Oh-kay, the trip to Day did not go well I see,” Cassian held up his hands. “I’ll go find-“ “You filthy-“ Cassian caught his mate as she flew out of the house, her claws reaching for Lucien. He could’ve sworn he felt them rake down his face. Nesta hissed and thrashed like a wild beast. “Nesta!” Feyre shouted from down the steps. “Never a dull moment,” Rhysand quipped, heading inside. Lucien followed carefully, wary of the way Nesta had stilled against Cassian. He held her hands against her chest. She hissed again as he passed. Lucien stuck out his tongue. He wasn’t sure why. Not to antagonize her, surely, but to prove he would not take her abuse lying down. He could’ve mentioned the way Elain moaned for him, the way she begged for him. He could’ve said nothing. The half-rude, half-childish gesture was a sort of middle ground. He took the stairs faster than Rhysand, who paused to greet his own mate. “He’s more scared of your sister than of me.” “Only one of you stole from the Cauldron,” Lucien called over his shoulder. A bit of Feyre’s ice nipped at his fingers. He banished it with matching flames. To her, and Rhysand, he rudely gestured. Elain was at the bottom of the stairs, her hands on her hips, pouting. He stopped one step from the floor, blinking innocently at her, tucking his hands behind his back. She looked up at him through her lashes. He dropped that last step and kissed her. One day, she would be his High Lady. The look in her eyes confirmed it. “It gets better,” she promised, touching his cheek. “What does?” “Everything.”

[heckin-harrington]

Bandaids / s.h.

“Hello! Yes, i’m in school, but this idea was keeping me up all night. How about an imagine (or whatever you see fit) where the reader gets injured, maybe by a Demodog, and Steve helps clean up her wounds? I just thought that’d be a great opportunity for fluff. I’m a hoe for Steve, too”

Request?: YES!! MY LOVE @mileven-353 Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (f) Warnings: swearing and fluff! Words: 1110

“I said stay on the bus, dammit!” Steve exclaimed as you ran out by his side, the party shouting at the two of you from the bus. You gripped the handle of Dustin’s hockey stick you stole giving Steve a strong glare.

“I wanna help!” You told him, taking a swing at a demodog that lunged at you guys. “I can do this, Steve! I’m not a child!” Lucas scoffed from the bus. You rolled your eyes standing back to back with the taller boy.

Steve swung his bat around in his hands. “Stay by me. Do NOT leave my side, do you understand?” He ordered, looking back at you over his shoulder before whacking another demodog to the ground. You nodded planting your feet as you stiffened your stance.

“Y/N! Duck!” Max warned from the bus. You were too late. The demodog pounced off of one of the abandoned cars and straight onto you, pushing you back onto the ground. You tried to push it off, the hockey stick holding the beast above you, it’s claws snapping the wood and sinking into your shoulders. You screamed out in pain as Steve quickly turned and hit the demodog with his bat sending it flying into the side of the bus.

As other dogs cleared out going towards the sound, Steve crouched down at your side as you lay in the dew covered grass sobbing as your shirt soaked up your blood. “Dustin! Bring me my backpack, hurry!”

Dustin quickly scrambled out of the bus and Steve snatched his bag, rummaging through it before pulling out a spare t-shirt. He looked at you, worry flooding his glossy brown eyes. “I-I gotta take off your shirt. Is that-”

“Just d-do it already, Harrington. I don’t g-give a shit.” You muttered through staggered breaths. Steve nodded frantically, pulling your ripped top off of your body and pressing it to one shoulder and his extra shirt to the other.

“Scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?” He asked, pressing the already blood-soaked shirts down on your wounds as you hissed at the sharp pain the pressure supplied.

“Ten.” You managed to say, Steve’s expression falling. “I’m taking you straight to the Byers’.” He told you, picking you up bridal style his hair falling into his eyes. “Lucas, contact Hopper. Keep me updated.” Lucas nodded, turning on his Walkie-Talkie and channeling the chief.

The whole drive to the Byers’ home was dreadful. Steve was making sure to drive as safely but as quickly as possible, which didn’t help much considering how bumpy the shitty Indiana roads were.

You praised when you finally pulled up to the small house, Hopper’s truck being out front alongside Jonathan’s car. Steve parked behind Jonathan and helped you out of the car, his arm wrapped around your waist as he helped you walk inside. 

“Oh my goodness, get her in here. Quickly,” Joyce gasped out when she saw your state. Mike stood up from the couch, Dustin placing a hand on his shoulder telling him that you’d be okay. “What happened?” Joyce sniffed. You and Steve chose not to ask why.

“One of those things got her.” Steve shared, Joyce flinched. You raised an eyebrow as you sat on top of the counter, Joyce digging around her kitchen cabinets for a first aid kit. 

“I got it, go sit down.” Hopper told the mousy woman, his hand resting on her waist and the other holding a small plastic box. Joyce opened her mouth the protest but Hopper gave her a look which made her nod and turn down the hall to her room. Jim sighed and made his way over to where you and Steve were settled.

Steve held your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. His thumb ran over the top of yours, comforting you the best he could. “What happened, Hop?” You questioned as he poured some cleansing alcohol onto a cotton pad.

“Bob didn’t make it. The same thing with you, just--just not as lucky, kid.” Hopper muttered before looking into your eyes. “This is gonna sting like hell. Just don’t hit me or anything.” You nodded, tightening your grip on Steve’s hand.

Hopper pressed the cotton to one of your cuts making you jolt. “FUCK! SHIT THAT HURTS!” Your eyes welled up with tears and Steve frowned, cupping your cheek and shushing you quietly.

“Breathe, babe. Just take deep breaths.” He cooed. “I can take it from her, Hops.” Steve took the cotton pad from Hopper who placed his hat on the kitchen table and went to talk to Joyce. “Want me to distract you?” He offered.

You scoffed and flinched at the stinging feeling in your shoulder. “Now’s n-not the time for your sexual desires, Steve.” He chuckled and shook his head, wetting a new piece of cotton and wiping off your other shoulder.

“I was thinking like jokes or singing or something, ya nasty.” Steve smiled as he looked up at you. You forced a pained smile and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his your noses brushing against each other.

“Sing for me?” You mumbled under your breath as Steve threw away the now red cotton pad and closed the lid on the alcohol bottle. He nodded, searching for the gause and wound tape, only finding rainbow bandages. He sighed at his findings and grabbed three of Joyce’s dishtowels, tossing one over his shoulder and folded the other two.

“Of course, baby girl.” Steve smiled small. He quietly sang along to REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Lovin’ You. You hummed contently as Steve sang, placing a towel on one shoulder, pulled athletic tape from his backpack, and wrapped the tape around the towel on your shoulder repeating the process on your other one.

“ Baby, I'm gonna keep on loving you. 'Cause it's the only thing I wanna do.” Steve sang softly taking off his Members Only jacket and placing it on you. “I don't want to sleep,” He smiled small his lips brushing against yours.

“I just want to keep on lovin' you.” You finished the song before kissing him, melting into his embrace. Steve smiled against your lips, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips back to yours.

“Hey! Enough making out in the kitchen! This is too much PDA.” Max groaned annoyingly from the living room. Steve didn’t bother to pull away. He flipped off the redhead who scoffed, flipping her hair dramatically. Steve pulled you closer to him and you sighed happily.

“Thanks for saving me.” You mumbled against Steve’s lips. He shook his head, pulling away to look at you fondly.

“I always will, babe.”

gOOD GOD, I LOVED WRITING THIS :’) I hope you like it, sweetheart! <3

screw it, i’m posting this early ;)

MASTERLIST

[goodnightallwhites]

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies By BlackingPacking

Midtown High's Newest Snowbunnies 

By BlackingPacking 

Submitted: July 10, 2020 Updated: July 10, 2020 

Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy want to buy some weed for the first time. They end up joining the ever-growing ranks of thotty teen snowbunny party freaks. A bit of subversion of expectations 

Provided by Hentai Foundry. 

Chapter 1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 2 

1 - Aaron Davis, Part one 

Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson were, among other things, very different types of rebellious. 

Gwen was edgier, tomboyish, borderline violent with how her sense of humor was. The tomboy aspect was helped by her disappointingly small bust. She couldn’t even reach a C cup. 

Mary Jane, on the other hand, was quirkier, more nerdy, would more likely win an argument with a teacher than just annoy one. And her bust was a spot she excelled at. Or two spots. 

Both, though, did plenty of similar things, even together. Sex was one of their favorites, with plenty of steamy lesbian moments, with sloppy wet kissing, pussy licking, and ass eating shared between the two of them. Not to mention complaining about Peter Parker’s tiny little peter. One of their favorite memories was when MJ was on her last break with Peter when they both went to a party in the sluttiest clothes they wore. MJ knew Peter would be there, and wore a leather corset and dyed her hair black just to freak him out. She and Gwen had some damn good phone sex after that. They spent hours on the phone almost every night, without either’s family knowing, having the kinkiest phone sex their FBI agents could imagine. This being before they’d graduated to full on hot lesbian fucking. 

Something they’ve only done once, however, was smoke a joint. Gwen got it from a party, hid it from her father, and let Mary Jane share in enjoying the small amount of actual mary jane. They’d enjoyed it, but that was weeks ago. They wanted more. 

And what better way, thought MJ, than getting it herself? That’d show Gwen for always saying she was the cooler one. 

She wouldn’t even go to the school’s dealer, Hobie Brown. They needed a guy who could get them whatever they wanted- weed, high nick vapes, fake IDs, whatever. She’d get the good stuff from the guy who every kid in midtown was told to stay away from on their walk home, the guy Hobie wanted to be. 

Aaron Davis, garbed in a purple t-shirt under his leather jacket, smoked a vape in an alleyway. Nothing illegal, and he never got high on his own supply. He never even kept his product in the same place day to day. It was how he made himself the biggest dealer left in Midtown. He was smart, far smarter than most. And he wasn’t even 25 yet. The guy was going places. 

As for Mary Jane, she liked his confidence already. He stood there with swagger, looking more impressive than 90% of the students at Midtown, easily. He was a few inches taller than her, and almost half a foot taller than Gwen, but carried himself like he was far, far above them. They liked that. 

Best of all, they’d heard rumors that Aaron accepted sex as a payment. And sex was Gwen and MJ’s favorite thing. 

It certainly helped that he was black. Everyone knew what that meant, of course, and it’d be a welcome 

change after only having sex with all 3 inches of Peter Parker. 

MJ had a whole pervy little plan concocted. She had managed to arrange a meeting with Aaron through Hobie, set at 2:55, right after school let out. Gwen was told, though, that she should meet behind the apartment flats the students were all told to stay away from at 3:30. MJ had her stuff ready during last period, and nobody cared that she brought her backpack to class. 

Nobody but Peter, of course. 

“Hey, MJ,” he asked after the 2:50 bell rung. 

“What is it, Peter?” she asked, annoyed after spending a full 45 minutes horny beyond belief. It was a struggle for the redhead not to finger her pussy through her jeans. 

“Ah, nothing MJ. You just looked uncomfortable all class- plus you had your backpack today. In a hurry for something?” He acted so fucking cocky. As much as MJ told herself that she was a size queen who only deserved the biggest, hottest cocks, she had to admit that Peter was cute. He had that whole ‘hot nerd’ thing he was growing into since he lost the glasses, got a whole lot fitter, and had a confidence boost. She actually got wetter. She hoped the over-observant bastard didn’t notice how the wet spot in her panties felt like it was soaking into her jeans. 

“Yeah- I’m, uh, not feeling great now Peter. I’ll talk later if I can though!” She walked faster. 

“Oh. Alright. I’ll, uh, call you?” He called, stopping as she sped off. 

“Don’t bother!” she yelled. 

By 2:55, she was at the location. Her tight maroon and white t-shirt showed off her round tits perfectly, and her jeans showed off her ass like nothing else she owned. They were bell-bottoms, something that hadn’t been in style for 40 years, but she knew the curviness made her butt pop just that much more. 

And then, there he was. The purple garbed tall black man, standing behind the old apartments across the street. They were home to single mothers and school kids, none of whom would be home now. MJ wondered how many he had fucked. 

She knew the stereotypes of course. White man, small dick, but black man? Big dick. She new her mom had joked to May Parker about how MJ’s abusive asshole of a dad was just insecure about his ugly little pecker. She’d even heard him say the N word a few times. How the hell a beauty queen like MJ came from a guy who, from what she heard, had hairy little marbles for balls was a mystery to her. 

But Aaron Davis? Not only would he not have to be too impressive to dwarf Peter and Mr. Watson, but he still looked like he’d be impressive against anyone. He looked good without trying too hard, he could model if he didn’t have such rough features, especially under that tight t-shirt. 

The definition of big dick energy. And that didn’t even count the bulge in his jeans. 

“Hey there,” MJ breathed, looking around the corner to see no one followed her. Her heart felt like it 

was in her throat. She was gonna fuck thi 20-something year old dude. She didn’t know how or where or in which of her eager teen holes, but she know she would.” 

“Yo- MJ, right?” 

She nodded, “do you- have the stuff?” 

“The stuff?” He cracked up, “yeah kid, I do. But how do you know you’re not a cop?” 

MJ stopped. “A-a cop?” 

“Yeah. Ya gotta admit it’s fishy. High school bitch, askin for weed when she coulda just gone to my boy Hobie? What are you, little girl, freshman, sophomore? 14 or 15? I’m down to get some head, but not to do anything illegal. Well, that kinda illegal.” He chuckled. 

“I’m a senior, thank you! A-and look, here’s me student ID,” she flashes her wallet, showing the card and her under-21 drivers liscense. “That's enough?” 

He chuckled again. “Yeah bitch, it’s good. But, I saw you got some good money in that wallet. You ain’t just gonna by my shit like a normal thottie?” 

“I’m,” she walked up to him. Shakily she laid her fingers on his chest, “thottier than most, you might say.” 

“Oh? You’re lookin nervous babe. Ever done this?” He lifted his fat bulge. 

“I-I-I’m not a virgin! I know what to do.” 

“But you’ve never sucked off a nigga in an back alley, have ya?” 

A back alley? He wanted it here?! 

The dirtiest she’d ever done was blow Flash Thompson in his bathroom while his girlfriend was outside. And even then, Flash Thompson, while better than most at 6 or 7 inches, definitely did not compare to the thing that stretched Aaron’s pants. “N-no...” she admitted. 

“It’s ok girl,” he hummed. She looked up at him. Those tight round tits of hers nearly brushed against his chest, “I’ll show you the ropes.” 

Suddenly, with a thud, she felt a large object slap against her stomach. She looked down and saw it- a long, fat cock. 

“You can squat down right? Show me how low you can go.” 

She obeyed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. With her ass out lots more than it needed to be, she squatted down to take his cock in her mouth. It was bigger than her face, with a thick width and thick foreskin and a nice, fat head. It’d be hard to take down. 

“Eat my ass, Peter,” she whispered as she held this big beautiful dick. 

“‘Scuse me?” He asked. 

“Oh,” MJ looked up. She was drooling. “Peters my, well, Gwen, the girl who’s coming later, Uh, our ex. He’s about this big.” She pinches her fingers together. 

Aaron just burst out laughing, “Ah, don’t make me laugh!” Despite the obvious. 

“It’s true!” she laughed too though. This big cock stared her right in the face. A real man’s cock. What the fuck was Peter gonna do about it, huh? Mary Jane had some reservations before, but as she opened her mouth all wide and breathy and nasty, she realized just how right it felt to suck on a cock this big. That’s what was really important. That a guy’s cock was big. It was a size game, and only the biggest, fattest, pants-tearingest cocks deserved to win. If Aaron took this cock away, MJ would probably curl up on the ground and cry. 

Aaron rolled his eyes, “Whatever, bitch. Just keep goin with that jb-bj.” 

“JB?” asked MJ as she popped her jaw each way to get ready to suck off that dick. 

“Jailbait.” he whispered as she slid her tonguey mouth right down his veiny cock, “And whoo damn is it worth it” 

“Mmmmgh!” said MJ happily as he started fucking his throat. Of course she was worth it- she was this close to a modelling contract, after all. She never wanted to be an airhead or some haughty bitch, but goddamn if that didn’t seem fun. Maybe if she’d joined the cheerleading squad she’d get black dick like this more often. Sally Avril probably got her ass raw dogged to nirvana. Cummed in too. 

With Peter, MJ had been used to counting the seconds until he came. With Aaron, it was minutes. But just minutes. He wasn’t going at it subtly, roughly fucking the back of her throat so she drooled and spat over his hairy crotch and thick, muscled legs. He didn’t care about her pleasure, but not because he didn’t know how. Just because he didn’t want to. She was, along with being a customer who was probably being way overcharged, a cumdump to him. But little else. And he made it work, dammit. 

He shot thick cum into her stomach. She’d heard it called ‘baby batter’ before, but now she understood this. As his balls tightened up and his truly manly cock got even veinier, she could feel how much batter-like man milk he was dumping in her. She could barely close her mouth with it all in, after he stopped. 

Baby batter. In the back of her mind, she was thankful he didn’t just shoot that up her pussy or she’d have some serious explaining to do. 

On the other hand, she really wanted to get fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked right in the pussy by this cocky, misogynistic, drug dealing black thug. With his big fucking cock. Because fuck what she needed, she’d be getting what she wanted. 

“Mmm-mmmmm!” she said, biting her lip as she sat down on the filthy alley ground, legs spread, and started shaking. She kept moaning like that until her jeans were totally soaked. She’d cum from barely even touching him. Barely even being touched. 

“You bitches are weird, you know that?” 

“I- I’m sorry, but I don’t care,” MJ stood up and began stripping, “Wanna fuck?” 

“Ah shit, girl- right here?” 

“M-hmm. C’mon, I’m so fucking horny,” she just threw her underwear down with her clothes. 

“Didn’t you just cum?” 

“Yeah- and I said I was fucking horny!” MJ’s mind told her to stop, that rawdogging this dude in this alley was a horrible choice, no matter how big he was or how wet she had gotten, but those voices quieted as she orgasmed. They’d probably go away with the next. “So, how do you want it? Face to face, or me bent over?” 

“Shit, you white bitches are all the same,” he said as he licked his lips. Aaron surely had no second thoughts. 

But it seemed not all those voices came from inside her head. 

No, one came from a thotty blonde genius who liked knives a little too much, who was walking right up to them. 

“MJ- what the fuck?” 

Oh shit- Gwen! 

[joonsoulmap-archived]

kept {one}

What: BTS Fic Genre: Angst + Implied Smut Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader  Words: 2.2k

Jeongguk and you grew up together and has had a huge crush on you since childhood. One night together changes the equation. The question is, is it a good change?

Suggested Listening: My Love - Majid Jordan

A/N: There is implied smut in this fic simply because I’m THE worst at writing smut but after much encouragement (and multiple draft checks) by the actual angel @taecup I decided to post this. I owe you a lot bb, thank you so much for always always encouraging me! Ily :3

“I’ve waited so long for this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” he said in a breathy tone, sitting patiently with his hands crossed and clasped tightly behind him, in the gold ornate chair of your hotel room.

“Did our little Gukkie really think of me that way? I’m flattered.” you twittered pleasantly from the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you were genuinely pleased that he wanted you this way, you had never known. 

“Stop calling me that, I’m not the same little boy you knew in school.” he bristled indignantly. “If you let me move, I am perfectly capable of showing you the man I am now.” he replied in his dangerous low tone, the same one that had sent quivers down your spine and heat between your legs four months ago. That night you had decided just what you would do with your little Gukkie. 

“Don’t you dare! You’ve waited so long, a few more minutes won’t kill you.” you replied teasingly as you turned back to the mirror inspecting yourself. You had on, what you called, the recipe for disaster. 

Kat Von D’s firetruck shade Outlaw graced your lips and you chuckled inwardly at the accidental match your lipstick had to your situation. “Outlaw? More like in-law.” you thought as you gave your Agent Provocateur Lacy ouvert a once over. You had specifically picked out the black one, since you knew it was his favourite colour. 

“You ready for me Gukkie, are your eyes still closed?” you said from the bathroom, even though the poor boy had been begging you to appear in front of him for the past twenty minutes. 

“Ready? Are you fucking kidding me, I don’t think me, or my dick, has been more ready for anything in life. Please just put me out of this misery, my pants are tight as it is.” Jeongguk said with a strained voice. He really couldn’t wait to see you, to feel you finally. 

“Tsk tsk Gukkie, what a nasty mouth you have. Is that how you talk to your elders? Also you didn’t answer me, are you eyes still closed?” you said waiting for him to answer. 

A loud sigh later he answered, “Fine, they’re closed now. Please just come to me now?” he added softly. 

You walked over to where he is sitting and took a second to survey his face as you towered over his frame in your 6 inches. Sweet young Gukkie, always the faithful puppy, always ready to fight for you, always ready to become your martyr. This could turn out badly, a part of you had once thought, but after recent events your mind was made up. 

You lifted your hands to cup both of his cheeks and lowered your head to place a gentle kiss on his waiting, hungry lips. His eyes immediately fluttered open and became giant orbs as they surveyed your mostly nude form. 

“Wow...you’re….fantas..” he sputtered out, his mouth dry as he eyes roved hungrily over you. 

“Oh sweetie, be careful, you might just steal a girl’s heart with that kind of reaction.” you said with a laugh. 

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, he kept staring at your bosom and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection at the naivety of the boy. This would be fun. 

“Like what you see Gukkie?” you said in a sing song voice as you did a little twirl to give him an eyeful of all the hard work you had been putting in, at the gym, for your ass. 

“Huh...what...yeah of course...god you’re beautiful. I mean I already knew you were beautiful… but this is….. magical” his eyes shone as he kept looking at you in wonder, “Can I touch you?” he asked in a uncharacteristically shy voice. 

“Of course, Gukkie baby, that’s why we’re here.” you said in a playfully annoyed tone. 

Something changed behind Jeongguk’s eyes and all the innocence was gone. In its place was a raw hunger and he was looked like he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. 

His hands, all large and veiny which looked like they had been sculpted by the Gods themselves, reached out and grabbed both sides of your waist. In a quick tug, he pulled you on to the seat as well, spreading his legs to make room for you. He wasted no time in lifting both of your legs and putting them on top of each of his thighs. His right hand slithered across your lower back as his left hand snaked in your hair. He pulled you in flush against him harshly. With this sudden intimacy you could feel his hardness against you, clear as day. His lips ghosted over yours, threatening unspeakable things, however he turned your face to whisper in your ear. 

“Let’s make one thing clear. Today was the last time you’ve called me little Gukkie.” he rasped. 

Whatever you were expecting from him, this certainly wasn’t it.  At his words, your head snapped back to him to face him and you saw the devilish smirk that was forming on his face as your response registered in his brain. 

“Oh, little Gukkie came to play…. I see how it is.” you chuckled playfully while dragging a nail lightly along his jaw. His chocolate eyes seemed to melt at the sensation but in a flash they hardened again. 

“What did I say about using that nickname.” he snarled in the same tone that lit you on fire. He clearly had had enough of playing the naive ingenue. 

With apparent ease, he stood up from the chair, taking you with him. The arm that was wrapped  around your lower back flexed because of the weight they were supporting, as your legs came to lock around Jeongguk’s middle instinctively. He carried you as if you weighed nothing, clearing the room with 3 giant strides. You were confused as to what he was planning on doing until your naked back came in contact with the cool glass of the enormous window. You were pinned between his body and the window, the coolness of the latter counteracting the heat emitting from the former. 

“You would not believe how many nights I’ve spent locked in my room, imagining exactly this image. Helped me through many a lonely nights.” Jeongguk confessed without a hint of embarrassment. “What are you waiting for then? Kiss me.” you said hurriedly tugging at his shirt. “Hold on love, if you think I’m going to let your torturous ass control this, you are dead wrong. Now wait and hold tight.” he said in a whisper, his lips dangerously close to your ear. 

He perched you on the window sill and pressed his torso into you until there was no more room between you and him, you could feel every ebb and flow inside him. His hands slowly travelled down your sides until they found a permanent home. They were now firmly gripping your thighs, the grip was so tight and you were he would leave marks. The mere thought of him marking you made your head spin. 

You were starting to get impatient with his slow ministrations, you wanted to be fucked, not to be made love to. You made to move but it was as if he had read your mind, because as soon as you shifted under him, he grabbed some of your hair with just the right combination of gentleness and force. How this boy knew to do these things baffled you, but you weren’t complaining. 

There was something about the way he looked at you right before he dove for your lips, that made your stomach do a tiny flip. You ignored that sensation because what you were experiencing right now was the pinnacle of bliss. Jeon Jeongguk lips crashed onto yours, tongue wasting no time in parting your ruby red lips, he was too eager to taste you. As his tongue explored your mouth, you saw visions of what was obviously the galaxy. His expert tugs at your bottom lips made you a little and you lost your footing a little, which was no matter for concern because he was holding you in tight, in place. His kisses were hungry, ravenous to the point you were worried he would draw blood. He would come up for air in gasps but would dive right in, as if you were a mirage, that would disappear if let go of your lips. 

Not to say you didn’t enjoy it, you hadn’t been kissed by man with this much need for you in….ever actually. It felt empowering, to have this beautiful man want you so desperately. 

“Y/N…baby...you’re so much more than I could have ever imagined. My imagination pales in comparison to your reality. You want to mark you all over, I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. I apologise if I seem overbearing, I’ve been waiting my whole life to have to like this.” Jeongguk’s words came out hazy and through breathy pants as his put his forehead against yours. 

You closed the gap between the two of you and whispered in his ear, “All of this. Is yours tonight Jeongguk. Do with it as you please.” 

His proper name spilling out your lips was the only nudge he needed, for his face hardened and once again his need was clearly writ in his expression. He quickly discarded his shirt, and was making headway with his pants when he caught you gawking at him. “Like what you see, Y/N?” Jeongguk said echoing your previous statement and flexing his toned torso much to your delight. 

As walked towards you in just his boxers, you wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively, pointing towards the piece of clothing, he still had on. “All in good time baby...come here first,” Jeongguk trailed off as he picked you up once again, this time bridal style to carry you to four poster bed in your room. 

“You sure have some tricks up your sleeve Jeongguk. I’m sure all those girls you brought around were very happy” you teased playfully as he laid you down on the bed. Jeongguk frowned a little at the mention of his hedonistic past, “You haven’t seen anything yet. All those girls were practice...for you.” He punctuated the sentence with a kiss on your inner left thigh and you could help but let out a little moan. This boy would was trouble and you could feel in it deep in your bones. 

Jeongguk collapsed beside you, completely spent. After a few seconds of cooling down, he immediately turned towards you to hold you against him. As the two of you lay spent amongst a tangle of sheets and clothing, the conversation flowed. It was always easy, this. Talking to him. He always made you feel comfortable and a lot less lonely. Today he had done it manifold. He began nuzzling his nose into your hair before he clearing his throat to ask you something which you knew was important. “So, when are we telling Seung-hyun hyung? If you feel awkward, I can talk to him. I’m sure he’ll be mad first, but he loves me too much to kill me.” he said as he peppered tiny kisses on to your shoulder. 

“Gukkie sweetie, what do you mean? Tell him what?” you responded, uncertain because the elephant in the room had finally been addressed. 

“About this, about us. Obviously you have to break off the engagement now. You should have done it months ago, I know what he’s been up to.” Jeongguk said with a little venom creeping into his tone. 

“Oh you’re such a sweetheart Gukkie, we’re not telling him anything. The engagement is not being called off. This can be our little secret ok?” you said as you turned to him, hoping he would understand the complexity of the situation. 

“What the fuck? What was this then? I was just a cheap fuck to you?” Jeongguk sprang up in bed and looked at you with equal amount of hate and hurt in his eyes. 

“No, Gukkie, never. You’re not like the others. You’re special. I actually give a shit about your feelings.” you say trying hard to do damage control. 

Maybe your assessment was wrong, maybe he couldn’t handle this. He was very close to his half-brother. 

“I can’t believe this happened. I was such a fool, here I thought you finally came around to the idea of being with me.” Jeongguk said as he threw the covers off him and hurried to get dressed again, he couldn’t look you in the eye anymore. 

“I’m sorry Gukkie I thought you….” you trailed off once you saw the hurt in his eyes. 

“Thought I would be ok with this? I thought you knew me better than that.” he practically spat out the words with disgust. 

You watched in silence as he got dressed and made to leave the room. 

“You know what, hyung and you deserve each other. You’re both the same. Conniving and ruthless. You don’t care who gets hurt in your games.” he said in a flat voice with his hand over the door handle. 

“Gukkie… I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you stuttered as a tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes, you couldn’t lose your best friend. 

“Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I don’t ever want to see you again.” Jeongguk said through gritted teeth and exited the room, slamming the door shut in his wake. 

It was a familiar sight. You wrapped up in a bed-sheet, all alone. 

It was always by choice. 

But this time, why did your heart feel this piercing pain? 

[yoongiandchiminie]

P R E S S U R E { 2 }

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{Part 1} {Part 3} 

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 5,841

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Implications

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armiys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

It was a supreme blessing that he had the next day off of performing. I knew later in the day Yoongi had to film some things for V Live and such, but he said I could tag along for those. I woke up first and it was about an hour before our alarm was set for. I wriggled out of his grasp and stood up, stretching as soon as my feet hit the carpeted floor. I tiptoed across the room to the mini fridge to search for possibly something to eat. I obviously knew he didn’t because he leaned on his bandmates for that. Hmm. That was a good idea. I was gonna go mooch.

I was just in one of his shirts at this point, so I pulled on the black robe he had so graciously hung in the closet and made sure to tighten it. I slipped on his slippers that were sizes too big on me and made sure to grab a room card. Surely one of the other boys rooms had to be close to here, so I guess I’d just- guess. I didn’t even bother trying to be quiet when leaving because I knew nothing could possibly wake him up when he knew he didn’t need to be.

I walked right across the hall to room 23 and knocked lightly on the door. When I heard movement in the room signifying someone was awake, I knocked a little bit louder. “(Y/N)?” I heard Jin’s accent clear as day. He opened the door and pulled me into a hug. “It’s good to see the reason I’m stuck sharing a room with Jimin.” I laughed. It would be just like Yoongi to request the solo room when it wasn’t his turn.

I ran over to Jimin who was sitting in a chair and basically tackled him. He laughed into whatever phone call he was in. “Yes, Alicia, she’s here and she’s okay. She’s also crushing my ribcage.” Leave it to them to be on the phone already. The two had become best friends since our first meeting and were inseparable even if they were countries apart. Most of the time I felt like I had two kids when I was around them together. Even the kind Jimin became a little demon with some pushing from the devil on his shoulder. “I'm gonna come see you during my break so we can see Guardians. You already saw it? Too bad, we’re going again. Haha, see ya.” Then he hung up and gave me a big squeeze.

“What are you guys doing today?” I asked, standing up and sitting onto one of their beds. It was made so I figured it was Jimin’s. Jin sat on the unmade one. Ahh, I was right.

“Well, we have filming later. I thought you guys were going to the movies?” Jimin asked, standing up and walking over to their fridge. He knew me too well, it was gross. “Iced Tea and frosted flakes good? We have milk too.”

“Yes, please. And something for the beast.”

“He’d be pissed if you ate and didn’t get him food.” Jin laughed. Jimin walked over with a handful of food and passed it over to me.

“Can one of you grab my keycard and swipe it for me? I’m not gonna be able to get it out with all of this food in my hands.” I stood up and Jimin grabbed it for me. “After you.” I chided and kicked the door open with my foot and he skipped over it holding the single card. I really should have had him carry the assorted breakfast packs and I just should have walked light of weight but I could never think that far ahead.

As I turned out the door, I dropped all of the food that Jimin had given me. There was my boyfriend standing in the doorway with a towel just sinking below his waistline as he pulled a cart of room service breakfast into the room. He winked at me and slipped into the room, dropping the towel outside of the door. Jimins sighed as he passed me up the keycard and he bent down to pick up all of the goods. “Prissy prissy, Yoongi…” He mumbled as I tightened the string wrapped around me on his robe.

“Sorry for being a pain in the ass!” I called and I jogged back to the room and let myself inside. “Please tell me you put on boxers.” I spoke as I didn't even look in his direction but instead at all of the food he had ordered.

“You don't wanna suck my cock for breakfast?” he teased, wrapping his arms around me and slipping off my robe. Before I could even protest he put one of his shirts over me and bent down to step my legs into a pair of panties. That means he definitely went into my suitcase and saw how much shit I packed. He was silently judging me and I knew it.

“Shut up.” I playfully hit his thigh and felt the fabric. Thank god. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “Why are you awake?” I started to make a plate of food from the buffet he had ordered.

“We have a showtime to catch in an hour and a half. I gotta be ready.” He took the first plate I made, as expected, so then I began to make my own.

“Yoongi, I don't understand Korean.”

“Lucky for you, you already saw it.”

  The movie was great again and I stopped my complaining as soon as the trailers began, However, I found myself distracted. I could feel the eyes on the back of my head and it seemed that Yoongi was basically immune. He’d picked the best theater around and it just happened to be about an hour away from where he had to film. I had decided to tag along and chill behind the scenes but as my phone charged in the black van, I checked twitter. He was asleep on me, so it was okay.

“I knew it.” The whisper was soft.

There was a thread all throughout my mentions of the girl who was sat behind the ‘power couple’ at the movies. She’d started with that she wasn’t sure at first that it was him and I. He had a hat on, so she couldn't see his hair color in the dark theater. Then he made some snarky comment and stared at me for my reaction. Then when I had turned to him, she’d caught a glimpse of my face and knew it. She put the thread in English and it was so broken, but I had the gist of it.

She had literally written down every detail of our date and it was almost terrifying. She wrote about how we shared the same drink and how during really funny moments Yoongi would lean over and translate for me. Every time I responded with I know and he just shrugged it off and continued to do it. She wrote about how he grabbed my hand a lot and rubbed over it with his thumb when our fingers weren’t laced together. She wrote about how I wouldn’t let him eat the popcorn before the trailers because I complained that he would eat it all before the movie even started. Then he bitched and bitched, but gave in. She wrote about how in love we seemed. How happy he was. How proud she was of him for being able to come out about the girl he loves and being confident with her. Confident about me.

I couldn’t decide if I should show him, but I knew that the boys would show him later so I didn’t bother. I kept glancing at him as he slept across my lap. His black jacket was unzipped, showing his plain white tee that he managed to make look like it was all that above his black jeans and black boots. His hat was on my head, the one with the rings on it, my favorite. He crinkled his nose every few moments and turned his head over and over. Everytime I fixed his hair because I knew it would bother me if it wasn’t perfect. He always appreciated that. Waking up with styled to perfection hair by yours truly. It was something so stupid, but he expected it at this point.

I was just in awe that he had dyed it mint green again. My favorite just to make sure this vacation with me was perfect. It’s like he knew I would come see him early and knowing him he did it while I was on my flight over. He was just so- exceptional. He made this whole distance thing easy and it was hard.

The worst was when it came to explaining him to my family. He’d met a good amount of them at this point, but at first they were very uneasy with it. My cousins would go on and on about how he was probably fucking someone else while he was on tour and my aunts and uncles thought I was crazy and joking for the first half a year of dating him. My grandmother was the only one who was so happy for me and filled with joy about me finding someone to love. Even if he was gone most of the time.

The first time I had mentioned meeting my family to Yoongi, he laughed his fucking ass off. He thought it was hilarious how I wanted them to meet him simply out of pettiness because they didn’t believe me. He declined and told me to ask him again when I wasn’t caught up in proving myself, but he swore up and down that he wanted to. I always believed him and there was never a doubt in my mind about that.

He first met them at my cousin's wedding. I knew it was safe to bring him to this because nobody in my family had any clue about BTS or K-pop for that matter. He’d flew in early the morning of and had helped me do my hair. I was going to wear a dress, but he came in clutch with that too. He’d shown up with a silver and black dress that was very classy. Although, I was nothing compared to him. At this time he had black hair and he was dressed in Gucci just so I could show him off. He would never admit to me why he wore such an expensive suit, but I knew that was why. We always clicked over being petty.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a familiar song. It was a Star Wars song, the Imperial March. I looked around in confusion only to see Yoongi’s phone lighting up. I shook my leg a little bit and leaned down to his ear. “Bear, you’re getting a call.” I nudged. He waved me off. “Honey beaaaaaar.” I dragged it out and he sat up. He kept his eyes closed and his face looked angry. Before he picked up the call I noticed that it was from skull emoji, skull emoji, skull emoji. So it was his label.

He answered and spoke with a nasty tone. I could only understand one thing of all of the shit he said in the 30 second phone call and it was “I’m on my way.” He angrily hung up the phone while I could hear another voice yelling coming through it and he store into my eyes. He reached his hand up and pinched my cheek then laid his head on my shoulder. He was gonna do this?

“What happened? Are you late for filming?” I shrugged my shoulder so he would get the message to sit up and look at me. He did.

“Nah, I thought that too. They’re mad I didn’t tell them I flew you out here and that I took my girlfriend on a date. Funny, isn’t it?” I felt an overwhelming feeling of regret run through me. So he’d gotten torn up because I wasn’t able to handle something. I suddenly felt his hand on mine rubbing around it and he peaked up to give me a small kiss. “Stop taking the weight of my job onto your shoulders. Forget all that shit and pay attention to me. I’m a bit of a narcissist so I’ll need it.”

I broke into full blown laughter and pulled him into another kiss. It ended there, along with him being conscious enough to speak to me. It baffled me how quickly he fell asleep after boasting about his own life. He was just so- cute. And he knew it too.

I ended up mostly on my phone as they filmed a gayo. I liked to watch them so I truthfully didn’t pay attention so I could be surprised later on. They were all so full of life in them and even excited to film them from what I overheard. I got lost in the world of memes and music until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up from my screen to see one of the group's managers. Great.

He motioned me to follow him and I did with the fakest smile I owned on. He led me out of the recording area and in the hallway. Then down it to an office. “Hey, how are you?” I was fake as hell, but I had to impress. Apparently, this was my boss too. I couldn’t help but to laugh at that one. Chul Bak was the name on the door. Ahh, this was one of their publicity people.

“I’m doing good. I see you and Suga are- doing good.” His sincerity was as real as mine. The higher ups never liked dealing with me too much. It wasn’t because I was this terrible person, but more of they didn’t like the idea of me. The idea that their precious Suga was in love with some normal American girl from New York.

“Better than ever.” I was snarky with that one, I didn’t mean to be. I just couldn’t help it. The amount of times this man and all of the others had begged me and bribed me to leave the love of my life was insane. Now, I guessed they were mad I was in Korea and not wallowing away in my hole of a town after their stunt.

“Suga invited you to set? And you two went out? Do you know how bad that-” I wasn’t in the mood.

“Do you know how bad it is for me that you tweeted out my job address? I can’t even do my fucking job.” I snapped. He was here to get mad at me for living my life when his team literally disrupted my alone life. They drove me to be in Korea for the final two days of the tour. They did this to me and he had the audacity to make me feel guilty about spending time with Yoongi.

He was silent for a moment. “Yes, we apologize for that. It was unprofessional.”

“And so is this meeting.”

Then I walked out of the room. Then down the hallway and out the door to the lot of studios outside. I was taking deep breaths and my exhales lasted forever. The door that had slammed behind me moments earlier opened again and slammed behind whoever walked out. I heard a huffing of breath and knew it had followed me.

“I figured you’d lose your cool.” he began. I crossed my arms and didn't even turn to face him. “Listen here you little bitch.” Wasn’t surprised. Out of the building, off of the books. He wanted this. “You need to get off whatever high horse you’re on and stop mooching off of my group. You’re ruining them. I don’t care how much their little fans like you or anything, we don’t like you. We matter. We don’t give a flying fuck if you make Min Yoongi happy, we just care that he’s working and you’re a distraction.”

He paused for dramatic effect. “He doesn’t love you. He loves rebelling, darling. He’s the underground rapper bad boy that’s soft at heart. And he’s using you for attention. He’s an actor, an idol. His job is fooling the world and you’re just apart of it. So do yourself a favor and take these tickets.” He placed them by my feet. “And take that car over there and leave. Block his number and leave.”

Then he left me. The moment I was alone I sunk onto the pavement and sat on the curb. I didn’t believe him in any sense, but I couldn’t find any words to spite him with. All I could find was myself slowly breaking down from the stress and from being screamed at for simply existing. My hysterical crying began and my face was red from anger. If it could have turned blue, it would of too. Then maybe I’d be purple in this situation.

I was never this emotional. I had never cried as much as I had lately due to this shit going on. I was always strong and he fell in love with strong. The stringy mess I had been portraying myself of for the past 2 weeks was pathetic and I felt pathetic. Y/N Y/L/N was a strong woman who didn’t rely on anyone else for the majority of her life and it can’t end now.

Except for the fact that I was broke and I wanted to the pity. I wanted to be taken care of and to rely on another person instead of pulling myself back together again with shitty dollar store tape. I couldn’t do it alone anymore. I reached behind myself and tore up the ticket he left. Fuck that guy.

I dialed the number I knew by heart. I just couldn’t go back in there now. I took a large sniff to try to hide that I’d been crying before he picked up. “Hey!” he was out of breath. “Where’d ya’ go?”

“I’m uh-” I sounded sadder than I wanted too. “Needed fresh air, might be getting sick . It was stuffy in the-”

“You sound stuffy. “ he sighed, “What exit did you go out of? I’ll be there in 5 to go back to the hotel. I guess I can pack up the buffet to go…”

“I don’t want to ruin your set snacks.” Guilt.

“Nah, we can both enjoy it. Go to the car, actually. It’ll be easier. Don’t rub your eyes, they’ll be puffy all night.” Then he hung up with a quick love you before I could even respond. Always knew the way to my heart.

Then to the car I went. I was pretty sure he had no clue what had just happened to me and I was stuck on telling him or not. He’d just get angry and he had a temper most of the time. Then I’d end up apologizing and he’d get madder because I had no real right to be mad when I was the victim. Somewhere inside of me, I figured he’d know.

Minutes later when he got into the car, he knew. He totally knew. He was hysterical laughing. “So this guy that I’d only seen from a distance came up to me and apologized for my loss right-” he was speaking while chewing as well.

“Ah man.” I took a bite of the food. He had gotten a little bit of everything, but half the plate was mac and cheese. My favorite on set snack.

“And I was like what loss? What do you mean? And he was like ‘oh I saw Y/N outside and she was leaving with plane tickets without you’ and I was like huh?? Okay??? Alright. Then I told Namjoon to fire him because I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I was in awe that he had said that to me, but what did he say to you?”

“I don’t think Nam can fire him, Yoos.” I looked at him and laughed. I was depressed before, but he always cheered me up. If I was his sun, he was mine too. We were both suns in this alternate universe I seemed to be living in. “He said you didn’t care about me.” He waved it off, almost choking from laughter and the food in his mouth.  “And he called me a bitch.” Then he stopped and swallowed whatever he had shoved down his tiny throat.

“He called you a name?” He put the plate down on the seat behind us and moved closer to me. His hand was rubbing my back while the other whipped out his phone and dialed a number. He never really liked to go above his leaders head so any bitching was done to Namjoon. It wasn’t like he didn’t know where to go, but he almost felt let it was disrespectful in a way.

“Hey, RM!” He started bright and cheery, which was different from the furious vibe he was giving off. “Yeah, I was totally serious before, you really need to fire that dude. He was lying and shit, yeah. But he fucking called her a bitch? You better talk to someone because if I ever see that man again I’ll probably beat the shit out of him and if he gets a punch in he’ll fuck up my face and it’ll be your fault that you made me talk to them. Thanks, bro. See you tomorrow.”

He smirked at me and stuck out his tongue, then his face became more compassionate than earlier. His hand was still on my back and he wrapped it around me and tugged me a bit closer. “That was hot, right?”

I sighed. “Whatever you say, stinky.” I leaned my head against his chest and I felt him sigh.. His eyes watched me and his now free hand went to my messy hair and combed through it. “Sorry if it’s knotty.” He laughed, it was always knotty. My hair sucked.

His phone made a bubble popping noise. His annoying text tone. His hand was out of my hair and right with his best friend. “The boys wanna know if you wanna get dinner tonight? They’re sad because they didn’t see you.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you have to come?” He scoffed, clearly offended. “I’m kidding, you baby. You can come, but do we have to go somewhere nice? You guys have a habit of taking me to places I can’t afford or even dress nice enough to belong in.”

“I’ll dress you, feed you, and impress you, just like I’ll do with our kids one day. Don’t call me a baby if it’s not in a hot way, c’mon.” He moved away from me and stretched, getting ready for his hundredth nap of the day. If anyone had a problem, it was him. Then there he was, on top of me again. He was passed out within moments, but his head was directly on my- you know- and I couldn’t move him. I was ready to die.

  Once we got back to the hotel, I was the one to pass out while Yoongi slipped out of the room for some shopping for me. He had ripped open my luggage to see if I had anything suitable and I wasn’t quite sure why he looked. Of course I didn’t. He really wanted to have more faith in me than he should have.

Then I woke up to the most beautiful dress I had ever seen hanging on the wall in front of the bed. I shot up in shock and almost levitated towards it. The price tag was ripped off onto the ground. Clever of him, he knew if I saw the price I’d return it automatically, which could only mean it was expensive. Before even touching the beautiful gold champagne colored dress in front of me, I bent over and picked it up.

“Herve Leger Iman.” I read out loud, my voice was drowned out by the noise of running water in the bathroom. “Never heard of th- woah. Yoongi!” I yelled, bursting into the bathroom. “You spent 1,350 dollars on a dress for a dinner with your band?!”

His laughed echoed. “It’s a very nice dress, oh thank you Yoongi! I love you so so much!” he mocked me in a tone that sounded nothing like me. “And I love the other dress you got me for the concert tomorrow! I’m so glad you make sure I’m dressed nicely to be seen out in public with the idol Min Yoongi! You are so talented!” His voice became normal as he turned off that water. “Is what I expected. Now, go get dressed.”

Without a word, I walked out and stripped on my way to the dress. It was a beautiful metallic gold champagne, which was different than the mostly black dresses he bought me. It had a low, sweetheart neckline and tapered straps. Now, fully naked, I went into my suitcase to find the perfect beige bra and matching panties. With that, I scrambled for deodorant and pulled his big robe on again so I could do my makeup without destroying the beauty (and money) in front of me.

Even though this dinner was some fancy thing, I was far from it. My hair and makeup were boring, even though my dress was extravagant. I was feeling confident, however. I got my winged eyeliner right on the first shot. My hair wasn’t frizzy either, it must be the new country giving me good luck for once. I curled it with my wand and used a light amount of hairspray so it would hold in place for the night and I could just re-curl it tomorrow for their show.

“Yoongi!” I called for him as I unzipped the dress and stepped into it, “I need help with the zipper!” I held it up as I walked towards the bathroom door, banging on it. “C’mon, don’t make me go across the hall.”

No response. I groaned and grabbed a key card. I paraded out into the hallway, holding up my beautiful dress and banged on Room 23. Nobody answered the door there either, so I tried Room 21.

“Hello?” There was an unfamiliar voice as the door creaked open. “You’re the girl that ran into me last night!”

I stood in embarrassment. “Uh, sorry- I got the wrong room-”

His eyes were dark as he stepped towards me and I stepped in the opposite direction, my hand clenching tighter on the grip of my dress. “I mean, I’d let you run into me again, if you want that… I see you’re half undressed already.”

I always thought when I was faced with a situation I could get out of, I’d run away. That I wouldn’t stop like a deer in the headlights. It always seemed like such a weird thing when on tv or in a movie that a person would stop when faced with a situation they could have easily run from. Like a car coming at you from a farther distance or a man with a knife in front of you. Or this man.

This would have probably been the moment I would have died if a half dressed Jin didn’t run into the hallway moments after my perfuse banging on the door to pull me back into their room.

“Was I frozen?” I asked, barely understanding what had happened moments earlier. “Was I almost jus-”

“Yeah.” Jin’s voice was sullen and he zipped up the back of my dress without me even asking. He buttoned his pants and extended an arm towards me, which I gladly took. When we stepped back out into the hallway, the door for Room 21 was closed. I let myself back into my room and we gave each other silent nods. Jin and I had always been close. He always vibed as my other brother figure and I absolutely loved him for that.

Yoongi was standing in the center of the room, slipping to his shoes. “Where’d you go?” he asked, walking over to a mirror.

I cleared my throat, “I need the zipper pulled up, so I could put on my shoes. Jin… Jin helped me.” I wasn’t gonna tell him. I didn’t wanna ruin this night and make him stay in or get arrested. I’d be hated even more and my wings were perfect today, so I didn’t need it.

He ran over to the closet and I swear it was the fasted I’d ever seen him move. “You look amazing in that, but imagine how amazing you’ll look tomorrow in this!” He pulled out another dress and held it in front of his big gummy smile. Man, did he love spoiling me. He also loved making me embarrassed and he knew buying me things did just that. Especially if they brought attention to me, like this one would.

I knew that dress he was holding, It was a Monique Lhuillier Illusion Dress. It was almost 4,000 dollars and I’d pointed it out a few weeks ago to him, saying how beautiful and vibrant it was. Along with expensive. The color was what really intrigued me; It was called gunmetal. It was a midi dress with sequins. The color was a silver, blackish color with an illusion neckline. It was breathtaking and attention-stealing.

“And I got you these white heels to wear with it from payless.” He snorted. “I really went all out on those, let me tell you.” He hung the dress back up and I walked over to him in his Saint Laurent jacket and wrapped my arms around him. The two fabrics meeting was a harsh feeling, but I squeezed him as hard as I could.

“I love you.” I mused, looking up at his button face. He leaned down and kissed me then mocked me by repeating my words in his stupid voice. I just smiled instead of responding with something snarky as I pulled away. “Where are the shoes for this dress? I’d wear those white ones, but it would look super weird.”

He froze. “I may have forgotten to get you shoes for that dress.” We both took deep breaths and sharply exhaled at the same time. “...Are you gonna wear your converse.”

“I’m gonna wear my converse.” I spoke over the end of his sentence and his face was simply buried in his hands. Leave it to us to make a fancy dinner even better. Oh, twitter was gonna be fun tomorrow.

  Of course, they were all dressed to the nine’s. They had all seemed to dress like they were headed to some award show tonight, but in reality it was a fancy dinner that I had deemed the pre end of tour dinner. They’d have another one of these tomorrow and knowing them it would be at some low scale place. They were chill guys for such ‘important’ people.

Being around the seven of them was always a joy. The absolute love and friendship they had for each other was so impressive. Especially the fact that they weren’t sick of each other yet. I’d seen them have their tiny arguments, but they always went back to being best friends in minutes. Back to being brothers in almost an instant.

They were the goofiest guys I’d ever been around and the most embarrassing people I could be with in public. For guys that were always in the back of someone's mind and their vision in public, they were loud and obnoxious. We were at one of the fanciest restaurants around and they had just been told to quiet down and to please stop flinging food. They weren’t doing it to be rude. They just got so caught up in each other and being happy.

The waiter was completely starstruck when he first walked over to the table. He couldn’t believe all of BTS was out together and came to his job. Neither could his manager and neither could any of the waitstaff when they all gathered around. They were fawning over the boys and just in awe. Eventually, I asked Yoongi to ask them if they wanted me to take a picture of all of them with the boys.

When he asked, I could almost see them crying.  They were all eager, but I could tell none of them wanted to be that guy who asked for the picture. I was handed up 12 different phones and took about 5 pictures on each of them to be courteous. They all kept saying thank you in english and I couldn’t do anything except smile and nod my head to show that it was no problem at all.

Jungkook and I had ended up in an intense conversation about video games. Tae kept trying to butt in, but the younger one kept pushing him out. He kept calling him Gucci and shoving his face away. It was hysterical. Kook was to my left, while Yoongi was on my right. His hand was on my thigh 90% of the night, rubbing around it just for some kind of skin on skin. I had shook him off when he tried to hold my hand because he was sweaty and I didn’t need that right now.

“Stop kicking him out of the conversation, Kook. He knows his stuff too.” I finally defended the fashion forward man. “Who have you mained lately?”

Tae looked like he was extremely confused when I actually asked him a direct question. “Uh, uh, uh Reaper!” he yelled out, causing a large laugh from all 3 of us. “Yeah, Reaper!”

“You really know your stuff!” Jungkook said extremely sarcastically while mocking his hyungs exact tone over and over. What a kid.

“The question we’re all dying to know the answer to-” I heard Hoseok loud and clear from next to my boyfriend. “Why are you wearing converse?” We all erupted into laughter as Yoongi’s head clunked onto the table next to his plate.

“That would be my fault.” He lifted his hand into the air, waving it while wiggling his fingers. “It blanked on my mind when I saw this dress.” He sat back up and ran his hand, open palmed up my side. All the way to my shoulder and then back down to my thigh, not breaking contact. “Suddenly I had other things in my head than shoes.”

They all made wooing noises and I couldn't help except to sigh and blush. For the quiet one, he was never too shy about his- personal life. At least, with them most of the time. The other part was him being extremely secretive and that was his favorite type of lifestyle. The lonely one.

Well, it used to be.

A/N: Thanks for reading part 2! The feedback on the first part was crazy for me and I loved it! Thank you guys a lot. I hope you’re enjoying this so far and keep up with me, I’d love to know what you guys thought and just want you to know that my requests are open! I love writing lmao til next time!

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SHE'S NO YOU - Ch.3

A/N: This chapter is more about family as you soon will tell. And you get to see a sneak peek into Finns head. --- CHAPTER THREE: SMILE FOR THE CAMERA --- RAE POV: "He did what!" I was currently at my parents house in Hoboken, New Jersey lounging out in the family room with my eldest brother Robert. My parents were playing in the backyard with the grandkids except my eldest nephew Tomas who was in the kitchen with his mother Maria- Robert's wife of 20 years. Robert was the only one of my three brothers that still resided in New York, as a Family Lawyer he took his job very seriously. He help me with my divorce and the custody battle I had to endure during Finn and I's separation. He was (and still is) overly protective of me. He and Finn had been great friends, and over the years we took family vacations together. But the moment I finally revealed what happened between Finn and I, he became even more overbearing, and even vengeful towards a certain someone. I guess he was hurt, a friendship destroyed and a little sister broken. It was a beautiful disaster. Julian the second oldest is currently living in San Francisco with his four year old son Parker. He went through a nasty breakup from his ex-wife Becca 6 months ago after finding out she was embezzling money into an off sore account of her estranged lover. His small doctors practice nearly went bankrupt due to the money loss but our parents stepped in and helped him financially to stay afloat. Becca was currently serving an 8 Year sentence in prison and her mysterious lover disappeared with nearly $500,000. He decided to stay in San Francisco and continue on with the life he built with his son, but frequently visited New York. Mark, the youngest of my brothers was also over the other side of America as well, pursuing his dream in Los Angeles. He packed up and left straight after high-school with the families support to become an actor. Over the years he has done well for himself, after staring in small commercials, then he moved on to TV drama, before getting his big break at 26. He stared as the supporting roll in one of Hollywood's greatest movies. He got noticed, then got famous. He kept to his bachelor life style, and I didn't ask him about the different women he was photographed with. I had just explained to Robert what had happened this morning over breakfast and what Olivia had said to me. To say he was mad was an understatement, he had practically choked on his beer the moment I told him about my uninvited guests. "Yeah well I can't stop him from seeing Josh on his birthday can I? But did he really need to bring her?" Robert understood my emotions. He was the only one out of my entire family that knew what really happened, between Finn and I. "Yes you damn well can Rae! That is your house, your property and if you don't want someone there you can tell them to leave. Invite Finn in sure but kindly remind him to leave his baggage at the door" Robert fumed and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "I'm seriously Rae, don't let him walk all over you! That asshole needs to be taken down a peg or two" I sighed knowing that the more I talked about the situation, the more angry my brother would get. So in true Rae fashion I changed the subject. "So anyways! Are you excited about Tomas starting collage next year?" My eighteen year old nephew was a prodigy of his old man. I knew one day he would be a brilliant lawyer and husband, it was just a matter of time. Robert beamed and the mention of his eldest boy. "Of course! The kid got into Harvard for fuck sakes" he laughed, "not even I did that well. I tell you what, I can't wait to see him successfully one day". That was just typical Robert, he was the kindest man you would ever meet but if you messed with his family he would back hand you quicker then a women at a black Friday sale. "You know Elissa and Emery are going to be artist just like there momma" his daughters Elissa, 15, and Emery, 10, were splitting images of there beautiful mother Maria. Both had dark chocolate hair and golden brown eyes, they could never do anything wrong in Robert's eyes because they looked to much like their mother. Who was a pretty well known artist in New York, both girls had talent but in different areas. Elissa enjoyed painting faces and was brilliant at it, she has won numerous awards at school. And Emery loves mixing colour, some would call it abstract but to her it was just pure fun. "I've got my work cut out with them don't I?" Robert mused taking a long swig from his beer bottle before sitting it down on the coffee table. "No, more like you've got your work cut out with Robert junior over there" I pointed wards the glass doors that looked out into the backyard just as the Feisty little 7 year old crash tackled his grandpa with the help of Ruby who was laughing along. "Military school" he mumbled. I laughed, little Robert had always been upto no good, but he did it in the most innocent way. "Come on" I slapped Robert's leg then stood up to stretch, "we better go join the others instead of having our bitch and moan session. I'm sure mom is running around out there with her new camera trying to take photos". Laughing, we reminst about the first few weeks after Karim had brought her the camera, let's just say she went through two 16 gig memory cards, and hundreds of dollars worth of prints. -- I kissed the top of ruby's head, her eyes were already fluttering shut which didn't surprise me. Flicking off the light, then walked out of the room. Goodnight my princess. I walked down the hallway to Josh's room and poked my head in. He had already passed out, soft snores echoed in the room. I quickly tucked him in, kissing his soft brown hair. Goodnight my little man. Today was a big day, after the little spat I had with Finn the rest of the day went off without a hitch. Ice skating was a blast with Chloe, and her kids, Harry and Stephen. It was the first time in years I had stepped foot on ice and having two little humans depend on me to keep them upright was quite amusing. After that we had a nice long walk through central park before dinner and cake at mom and Karim's house. They kids had enjoyed the company of their 4 cousins, and I couldn't help but smile at how close they were. It made me wonder if they were as close with Finn's family as they were mine, especially Finn's 4 year old neice Sophia. I grabbed an ice cold beer out of the refrigerator and possistioned my rear end nicely on my plush couch. I chose to leave on whatever TV show that was already on, and continued watching without paying attention to what was happening. As the credits rolled by I heard a loud knock on the door. Sighing, I took the last few sips of my beer and shuffled towards the door. Gregory was standing there with a dopey smile on his face and a large blue box in his hand. He bent over and gave me a peck on the lips. A smile curved on my face the moment he wrapped his arms around me. We walked back toward the couch, not leaving an inch of space between us. He bent forward placing the blue box on the table quickly and wound is arms back around me. "How was your day beautiful?" Gregory whispered nibbling on my ear lobe. "It was good! Joshua had a great day and passed out as soon as he got back home. How was your day?" I replied choosing to keep my encounter with Finn out of it. "Oh it was fine, sold a penthouse in Manhattan today. It came with a nice fat commission to which I plan on spending on you. Maybe a weekend to Hawaii?" He continued to kiss my neck. "Oohh... well maybe one day we can enjoy that lovely vacation. And thank you again for today! I know you wanted to enjoy Joshua's birthday with us but thank you for letting me have this time with th-". He kissed me softly on the lips to shut me up, no doubt I was rambling on once again. "Its fine sweetheart. I got a sale and you got time with your kids, Plus we have tomorrow. And tonight..." he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. My body was dragged upon his and our lips crashed together. It had been weeks since we had last had sex and I was more then ready for him. I needed him right now, I needed to forget for a moment, I needed to feel that earth shattering orgasm. I needed to feel human again. -- FINN POV: I had dragged myself from the comfort of my silk sheets at 5am this morning. Olivia had managed to stick to her side of the bed last night thank God, I hated waking up with her short blonde hair tickling my face. Putting on my joggers and a t-shirt I laced up my sneakers and walked towards the kitchen to have a quick shake before heading to the gym down stairs in my apartment. This was my Daily accurance, I needed to exercise before I sat in my office all day behind paper work and my laptop. Running my own company was hard work, long hours and no sleep. I had been living this way since I graduated college, the only balance I once had in my life were my kids and wife. But now that had all changed because of Rachel. We had just gotten back from Aspen Monday night after I had taken Olivia and her God awful family away for her birthday. I had nearly cancelled after the ruckus Olivia had caused with Rae in front of my kids on my son's birthday, but I knew if I did that the nagging would increase and i wasn't in the mood for that. I stepped onto the treadmill and started off at a walking pace, letting my muscles warm. Her beautiful face flashed though my head, her creamy skin, the hairpin curve of her plump lips, her button nose, her silk like hair- fuck! My body tumbled to the ground hard, I had missed a step which caused me to trip all because I was thinking about her. Not my girlfriend that laid asleep in my sheets, but my ex-wife. Pulling my legs to my body in frustration and leading my elbows on my knees I looked to the ceiling still thinking about her. Over two years since I had touched her intimately, kissed her lips... My heart still ached everytime I saw her, but I couldn't show her how much she ruined me. No, instead I channelled that built up frustration into pure hate towards Rae. I couldn't help it, she took away my kids, my life, my fucking air. I groaned picking myself up of the hard floor and turned off the treadmill. I made my way over towards the boxing bag, forgoing the gloves I collided my fist hard into the bag. Memories of the night my world came apart washed over me, it was a disease I couldn't fight. 'Rae, honey. I'm home' Smack! My fist collided with the solid leather. I felt nothing. 'Rae?' Smack! 'Kids?' Smack! 'Hello? Anyone home?' Smack! Smack! Smack! Then I distinctly remember the words scribbled on a yellow post-it note in Rae's hand writing, along with the divorce papers. 'Fuck you' Smack! --- Grimacing I looked at the paperwork that had piled up in front of me, red tags with sign here scribbled across them poked out. It would take me all day just to read all the new contracts I was taking on in the new year and according to Olivia my deadline was only 4 hours away. "Olivia" I buzzed through the intercom. "Can you ring Archie and tell him to come to my office immediately". "Of course Finny" she replied. A grimace shuttered through me. It was a nickname she had picked up just after we started dating, it was a habit I thought she would break but I was beginning to loose hope. No more then 15 minutes later Archie lazily strolled through the door not even bothering to knock. "I was summoned" he announced grinning. "Yeah, clear your schedule. I need you to help me read through these contracts so I can sign them off. Apparently Liv decided to leave this to the last minute and I have-" I looked towards my watch. "3 hours and 44 minutes to get them done before they are sent to your department to be organised into financial groups" I signed. It was only 9am and I was already exhausted, I had no idea how I was going to finish this in the time frame I had. There was atleast 40 small business contracts to sort through, but if there was anyone I knew that could help me it would be my brother, Archie. "Fuck man! Why do you let her do this shit?" He groaned typing away on his phone, no doubt messaging his assistant Charleene about the turn of events. "Don't start" I growled flipping a page before signing. "I'm just sayin-" "Enough!" I yelled slamming my hands down on my desk. "Christ Arch, I know Ohkay... I know". "Look I'm sorry I shouldn't of said it, but your not happy man. You haven't been since-" he stopped before he finished, no doubt he saw the pain flash through my eyes. Archie picked up a contract and started to flick through it, awkward tension permeated the air. To say my family where welcoming of Olivia was an understatement. They had all adored Rae, especially my parents who treated her like a daughter. When they asked me what caused the divorce all I could do was shrug, I had no fucking idea so what was I to tell them. They took my silence as an admission that I had fucked up somewhere, that I had wronged her but all I did was love and cherish that women. Of course Ma and Archie had tried to contact Rae but she had obviously blocked their numbers, after 4 months they gave up trying just like I did, when bent Olivia over my desk and fucked her. That was the night I finally understood that my marriage was over, the life I knew before was gone and the women I loved more then life itself had left. "Since my wife left me?" "Finn" my brother sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair. "Have you even asked her why she left?". I shook my head in honesty. I had tried to talk to her but my pain turned into misery, my grief turned into anger and the only way i could express myself was by yelling at her. "Maybe you should" Archie replied, picking up another contract. "You don't think I have? I tried for months to get her to talk to me. The most I got was a slap to the face and her repeating how vile I am. Fuck, I don't know what happened. I-... It been 2 years and I still love her..." "You have the kids tonight right?" I nodded. "Well when you drop them off talk to her..." Thats better said then done I thought. --- @i-dream-of-emus @milllott @eveerez @lily-pop-2 @arathewallflower @hey1tskat1e @I88cym @mmfdfanfic

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Hey, can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to a SuicideGirl!MC? The idea just pop up in my head lolol. I loooooove your blog hehe stay awesome

RFA+V+Saeran react to SuicideGirl!MC

Some NSFW

Ok so I had to look up what ‘Suicide Girl’ meant and what Urban Dictionary told me is that it’s an alternative style that’s somewhere between emo/goth and pin up. My type of girl and it was also noted that they’re pretty sexual and kind of known for their style of erotic pics and sometimes porn. 

If this isn’t what you meant and you actually meant then let me know but I think I got this one 

So let’s go!

Yoosung

He’s a stuttering mess

He never knew he was into this style until he met you

He didn’t know what a Suicide Girl was but you explained it to him and he constantly blushes “Wait so…so you’re a p-porn star??”

You blush a little “Well I wouldn’t say star…”

He has a fucking nosebleed. He has nosebleeds everyday when you’re trying on new outfits because you change right in front of him and oh mah gawwww 

Your tattoos. Your piercings. The way you move. Everything. And you always send him coy little glances knowing damn well you’re giving this boy the most raging boners.

Sometimes you ask him if he can help you take pictures ;*

Sometimes you send him pictures. Your photo shoots are anywhere between PG and Rated R for Rad as Fuck  or Raging Boner. Whatever.

He always tries to make sure he’s not near anyone when he opens them, but one time he accidentally opened one of your pics up when he’s with his friends

It was Rated R

On the fluffier side of things

You guys dye each others hair and exchange hair clips

You constantly rave about how much you love his eyes and it makes him blush. Sometimes you wear purple contacts and the two of you take a fuck ton of selfies.

Speaking of the selfies

They’re always so cute

You look so fierce and poised and Yoosung usually has a shocked look on his face cause “MC, you’re a model I look like-”

“You look cute Yoosung now come on”

And you start snapping away. About 20 selfies in he gets a little more confident, so he starts getting a big dopey grin on his face

It’s so cute. You look like Edgelord McGee and he’s just this little Vanilla Cone with a swirl of Awkward 

10/10 for opposites attract

Jaehee

At first it was a total ‘Whoa what’ moment, but she loves and accepts you as her girlbestfriend :)

:))))))))))))))

She loves how confident you seem in all your pictures. It’s clear you’re doing something that makes you happy and that makes her happy.

The tongue piercing also makes her happy

She has seen all your photo shoots, she even has some physical copies of her favorite shots

The kicker is she doesn’t have them just because they’re hot

She genuinely enjoys some of your photo shoots, talking about how they’re very tasteful statement pieces

She flatters you constantly without meaning to just by going on about how good you are with keeping your style consistent but making variations to fit the social setting

You think she’s talking about how even at RFA parties you’re elegant, but your dark pinup taste is evident with your V cut black dress with the leg slit accompanied by the stilettos and choker. 

 But who really knows. 

You’ve totally tried dressing her up before

Remember in her route how she asked about dark lipstick?

It works for her. 

Works reaallllllly well. 

But she’s pretty awkward about it all 

“I don’t know, MC, I don’t think I’m bold enough for this style”

You give a small pout as you undress her, but that frown is quickly turned upside down because

Hey you’re undressing Baehee B)

Zen

He’s so down

You were worried because he always talks about you being his ‘Princess’ and being a Suicide Girl wasn’t very…. ‘Princessy’

He agrees. It isn’t.

It’s very…. ‘Queeny’

It totally reminds him of his motorcycle gang days

When you two go out he loves to wear his leather jackets and dark sunglasses, but his favorite accessory is his hand wrapped around your waist.

You two are constantly serving L o o k s

Some of his fans rag on you for your promiscuous activities, but Zen shuts that shit down real quick.

Some really skeevy Paparazzos will try getting a rise out of him

“Hey Zen, how do you feel about anyone and everyone seeing your girlfriend naked?”

Zen whips around, staring daggers into this man, half of him fighting the urge to FUCKIN BRAWL

You tighten your grip on his arm and whisper in his ear “They can see me, but you’re the only one who gets to touch baby”

His scowl quickly turns into a grin as he looks at you.

T H E B E A S T H A S A W O K E N

He ignores the paparazzi and rushes you to the car so you two can rush the fuck home and get

Nasty. 

That’s the way to describe the sex between you two because he can’t control himself whatsoever when you’ve got those tattoos, those piercings, that hair. The attitude.

And fuck, half the comments on your photos are just guys telling you what the want to do with you in a bedroom so you know how to please Zen.

Sometimes he gets jealous and a little pissy about all the people commenting on your videos and photos 

But he remembers you’re just in the performance game, same as him. 

And when you promise that you’re all his

Well

huehuehue

Jumin

He’s so conflicted

This is not an image he can be associated with, not as the future CEO of C&R. And his father is quick to remind him of that, constantly breathing down Jumin’s neck about how he can’t be seen with you.

But Jumin loves you…and honestly the style is a bit of a guilty pleasure

He likes the leather, the chains, the tattoos and piercings. 

They were things he never saw women wearing when he grew up

It made it very easy for his subconscious to latch onto you because you were nothing like any woman his father ever brought home. You were nothing like the women who had tried using Jumin for his money

You were something new and he liked it. A lot.

So even he was a little heartbroken to hear you say you’d change your style so you two could be seen in public together. You’d quit your job. You’d be whatever he needed because you loved him and didn’t want to hinder his life. He came home one day to find you dressed head to toe in casual clothes, your piercings taken out, your hair dyed all black instead of the plethora of colors it had been before.

Fuck that

He picked up his phone and started making a series of calls. First to the hair dresser, then to a stylist, then to 707.

“Jumin what are you doing??” You asked, confused as to why he wasn’t happy with your new appearance.

“You’re not changing for me.” He grunted in between calls. “I want you to be happy when you’re with me, not playing dress up and acting like something you’re not.”

You guys reached an agreement

707 would wipe any traceable history of your videos and more racy pictures so no one could connect you to the more sexual part of your career. You’d get your hair done however you wanted, and you chose to get it done a nice, dark navy color, something still fun but a little more subdued. You put most of your piercings back in, leaving a few out, and a stylist would pick out nothing but the best clothes that matched your style while maintaining a very elegant look.

One day Jumin tells you to turn on a TV to a local fashion network

You do and suddenly you see a stream of pictures pouring across the screen featuring key points of SuicideGirl style and the host going ‘Is the American ‘SuicideGirl’ style coming to Korea? While previously receiving a lot of scrutiny, we’re seeing a new shift in this trend that makes it look very … classy. Especially if you look at M.C., girlfriend of C&Rs very own Jumin Han’ 

A picture of you and Jumin walking down the street together is shown, both of you freshly dressed to death looking good as hell. Jumin is looking right at the paparazzi’s camera…like he knew it was there

“Jumin…did you convince a fashion network that I’m a classy alternative fashion icon?”

“It’s amazing what money can do. Now…I can enjoy you for you” He purred the last part as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss

707

He loves it. 

You’re the perfect mix of pinup and alternative. The red lipstick and tattoos combo really turns him on.

He took your professional photos and made them his background on everything

His 7 computes

His tablet

His ipod

He hacked all his gaming systems so you’re the background/opening screen

The only place he doesn’t have one of your pro pics is his phone

That’s reserved for silly pictures of you two

He loves just tracing your tattoos with his fingers, talking about them, planning your next ones with you

Planning out all your outfits with you

He tries helping you dye your hair but that never works well for anyone.

He kisses every single one of your facial piercings all the time and the other ones

He occasionally buys fake tattoo sleeves and magnet piercings and dresses up like you

He uploads his photos to the same sites you’re on and sometimes this motherfucker gets more views 

He always reads through the comments left on your videos and photos. If someones messing with you or get a little too raunchy, bet your ass their computer is fucked.

“Seven people are complaining their computers crash when they comment on my stuff”

“Huh, weird”

V

He’s a little uncomfortable with the video career. Just because he knows there are so many people being so…crude towards you because of it. You assure him it’s nothing, but he just hates the idea of anyone saying anything sexual or rude to you

He makes a proposal: You model for him instead. Photos of you to be put in galleries instead of online posts for sexual deviants to get their kicks off of

And you two can record your own private videos

I’ll let you decide if you take him up on it or not

Anyways

You probably saw this one coming but

So. Many. Photos.

He’s never had a subject like you and he’s eating it up

His photos always had a calm, peaceful, serene tone to them

The photos he takes of you? Passionate, daring, sexual. 

You pose for days and you two could go for hours.

He’s never been bothered by nude models, but when you start stripping your clothes he gets a little flustered

“MC, we don’t have to do nude if you’d rather not. I know we have a relationship so if you’d rather save yourself…”

You grin at him, unclip your bra, and drop it all while maintaining eye contact

His eyes widen, his mouth drops, and his camera flash goes off. 

Even if he gets his eyes fixed, his time being blind made him reliant on his other senses, especially touch.

Sometimes when you two are spooning, you take his hand and have him trace all your tattoos. Every time you hit a piercing he gently circles it with his index finger, and traces the shapes of the ones you have that aren’t typical rounds. 

Everyone admits they never imagined you two getting together, but you foil each other nicely. 

Sometimes you slip edgier pieces into his wardrobe

“MC, I don’t remember having black pants that were this…tight”

“Try them on. Trust me.” You grin when he can’t deny you the satisfaction of trying them on.

Saeran

Need I say it?

You two are the Edgelords of the century

You take pictures with him all the time and post him, constantly sending your followers into fits over the fact you guys are ‘#Goals’ or how ‘Oh my god they’re both so hot’

You get a few comments that are “Do a video together!”

Saeran doesn’t get it. What do they mean about a video together.

When he finds out

Ho

Hohohohoho

He gets so flustered and uppity. He’s pissed at your followers. “Tell them to fuck off”

But he never says he opposed to doing a video just for the two of you

Anyways

You guys take each other’s shit constantly. You’re constantly wrapped up in his hoodies, he’s always swiping your hats and belts.

Dye each other’s hair of course

Tattoo dates. Matching ones? Sure. But even when it’s just one of you getting one the other comes along and they make a day out of it

He follows you to work all the time

Someones taking racy pictures of you? If they’re a dirtbag about it I’m breaking their jaw.

You and some of your Suicide Girl friends are going out in public together? Saeran follows, never far behind.

Any douchebags on the street give you problems? He breaks their jaw. 

He goes through the comments on your videos

And they piss him off so much, but then you remind him that you’re all his

Alllll hisss

[kimchichigay]

first love with jaemin

dO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING BEING NA JAEMIN’S FIRST LOVE AND HIM BEING YOURS MY HEArT alright before we start this is my first time making something like this so pls be patient with me

• ok this twerp would definitely be the kind to slyly drop a lot of subtle but not so subtle hints that he likes you before y'all started dating

• hints as in I’m talking about lOTS OF SKINSHIP AND BEING SUPER CLOSE AND INTIMATE WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT IM NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT KIND OF INTIMACY dONT GET YOUR PANTIES IN A TWIST YA NASTY

• like for example he’ll tuck your hair to the back of your ears like its nothing and then flashing you his million dollar smile

• or him telling you some cringey pick up line that is worth punching his beautiful face for poor chenle nearly threw up his lunch when he overheard you both

• BUT WHEN HE FINALLY THINKS ITS ABOUT TIME TO CONFESS HIS FEELINGS PROPERLY HE’LL BE THE CLUMSIEST LIL SHIT EVER

• HE BE TRIPPING OVER HIS OWN FEET AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO YOU OR EVEN FALLING FACE FLAT oN FHE GROUND POOR BABY

• HE STILL TRIES TO BE COOL THO

• donghyuck, jeno and chenle makes sure to film everything down and probably make a meme out of his mishaps

• mark and renjun are probably just there for emotional support

• he’ll probably begin by wiping his sweaty (ew) palms on his trousers and nervously clearing his throat cORNY I KNOW

• you will most probably be like ??!??? at first but then you realise what was going on the second you saw the trash can moved behind jaemin. you knew this was bound to happen so you secretly kept it inside of you knowing too damn well jaemin will appreciate it if you pretend not to know anything for his sake

• this hopeless romantic smh

• “ok so y/n there’s this thing I’ve been trying to tell you all along. this may sound ridiculous but this takes so much courage from the bottom of my heart and the strength of jaehyun and yuta hyung’s fist to knock some senses into me. and if I don’t do this now johnny and ten hyung are going to call me a wimp and I have to buy them pizza later because I proved their point. I–”

• but who the hell said you were good @ keeping your mouth and excitement shut you can’t stand the tension anymore too either so lmaO

• “I like you too jaemin.”

• “pls do not interrupt me y/n”

• before he could say the three little words he’s been dying to say, he took a deep breath but stopped half way, opening his half lid eyes widely after his mind was able to process

• “wait what”

• “SHE SAID SHE LIKES YOU DUMBASS”

• “SHUT THE HELL UP DONGHYUCK”

• “can I come out now???” jisung’s head pops out of the bushes

• long story short jaemin was finally able to claim your heart that day and jisung got ant bites from hiding in the bushes for too long with the bouquet of flowers jaemin planned to give you after his confession

• the dream unit with the exception of jaemin also found their new source of entertainment from the video they got that day

• NOW DATING JAEMIN YES LETS GO ONTO THE DEETS

• NA JAEMIN IS DEFINITELY THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND WHO WOULD SPOIL YOU WHENEVER

• he’ll get you small lil gifts of whatever reminds you of him

• that hair clip??? ITS CUTE BUY IT FOR Y/N that necklace?? A MUST BUY !! THAT LIMITED EDITION PIKACHU DOLL?? SCREW THAT VIDEO GAME WINWIN HYUNG WANTED HE CAN LIVE WITHOUT LIKE HE DID FOR THE PAST 19 YEARS

• he’d even turn up at your house at 2am with fried chicken if you text him at night saying you’re hungry GOALS YALL

• HES ALSO KIND OF LOWKEY LIKE YOUR 2ND MOM LMAO

• I call him dropping by your classroom during snack breaks/lunch breaks with food with him, knowing so damn well about your horrible habit of skipping on your meals

• he would force you to eat with him or at least take a few bites from the food he specially prepared/bought for you

• cOUGHS HE ONLY BOUGHT/PREPARED YOUR FAVOURITES COUGHS

• and didn’t he say he enjoys cooking in the dorm too?? imAGINE HIS HOME COOKED FOOD MADE WITH HIS LOVE

• I’m crying blood

• AND IF YOU REFUSE IM 999999% SURE HE’LL FEED YOU PERSONALLY

• “say ahh, y/n”

• “jaemin I said I’m not hungry”

• “stop lying through your food deprived mouth and eat!!!”

• “jAEMIN!!”

• “LISTEN IM NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU FINISH THIS LUNCH BOX”

• JAEMIN WOULD ALSO BE KINDA PROTECTIVE BUT NOT CRAZY PROTECTIVE YKNOW

• HE’LL ALWAYS CHECK ON YOU IN BETWEEN TOILET BREAKS BY WALKING PASS YOUR CLASS AND TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF YOU THROUGH THE WINDOW

• AND THE SMILE OH NY GSKDNDN THAT SHEEPISH SMILE HE’LL GIVE YOU WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO GO AWAY IN EMBARRASSMENT JSNNDKEBXOEKE

• but lbr it’s either that really cute BF material kind of smile he be giving you through the window or that weird derpy smile he always has when he’s being dumb

• either way you’re embarrassed by this goofball

• and to add on to your embarrassment, he knows that some of your classmates may be watching the two of you so he’d blow kisses/make kissy faces at you

• he just absolutely loves to see you blush because it’s just so cute to him and he loves cute things especially you you’re his favorite cute thing and he wants to keep you by his side forever

• FIRST KISS YES

• YOU CAN NOT FORGET ABOUT FIRST KISS

• AND yALL KISS ON YOUR FIRST DATE TOO OMG SO IMA INCORPORATE BOTH PLS BE PATIENT WITH ME YALL

• because jaemin has been receiving lessons from his hyungs on dating it isn’t surprising that he brought you to the movies on your first date not because it highly suggested by his hyungs…

• you both agreed to meet outside the movie theatre and he was there an hour early and boy was he nervous as heck

• the older members were also there for a little while to prep him up aw how supportive

• sO after giving him half an hour long of prep talk and re-styling his hair (for running through them anxiously mULTIPLE OF TIME) ITS FINALLY TIME

• YOU TURNED UP RIGHT ON TIME AND YOU SAW HIM STANDING THERE OUTSIDE DAZING OFF INTO THE DISTANT

• HE LOOKS SO GOOD JUST STANDING THERE AND YOURE LIKE ‘tF HO W IN THE WORLD DID I END UP WITH HIM BLESS’

• pls excuse me for a moment here oh my god na jaemin is seriously one of the most attractive 16 years olds I’ve ever seen f U CK CALMD DJOWN

• ok lets get back

• IT WAS THEN YOU START TO FEEL THAT WEIRD FEELING IN THE STOMACH LIKE YOURE ABOUT TO THROW UP FROM THE NERVOUSNESS AND ANXIETY BUILDING UP INSIDE YOU

• BUT YOU STILL APPROACHED HIM ANYWAYS FROM BEHIND AND WHEN YOU FINALLY REACH HIM YOU GAVE HIM A LITTLE TAP ON HIS SHOULDERS

• POOR BOY WAS SO STARTLED HE JUMPED A FEW FEET IN THE AIR jk I was just exaggerating

• bUT STILL

• AND WHEN HE TURNED AROUND HIS JAW JUST DROPS THE MOMENT HE LAID HIS EYES ON YOU MAKING YOU BLUSH AND SHIT AND YOU COULDNT LOOK AT HIM IN THE EYES GOD DAMNIT SHDBNDSKDN

• SEEING HOW SHY AND EMBARRASSED YOU ARE BY HIM AND HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU LIKE THIS ,, YOU BET MY LAST $3 THAT HE’D TEASE THE HECK OUT OF YOU

• “aigoo, my beautiful girlfriend looks even more beautiful than usual tonight. did you dress up especially for me?”

• I want to kms

• you’d just smack his arm and walk away, trying to hide your face. “let’s go buy the tickets before the show starts, you twerp…”

• the smile on his face would just become wider and he’d catch up with you, naturally reaching out for your hand and intertwining them together

• where the fuck did that nervous dipshit go and where the fuck did he find such confidence to become such a cheesy little shit

• jaemin also bought popcorn and drinks for the both of you and being the cheesy lil shit insist y'all share the drink with two straws while giving the excuse “i wouldnt be able to finish mine if we bought two” 

 • “I can buy my share myself” 

 • “nonono it’s too late for that now the movie is about to start and the line for the snacks is now really long lets go babe you don’t wanna miss out the beginning of the movie”

 • he holds your hand and leads you both inside the theatre and to your seats • “what are we watching again” 

 • “the conjuring 2” 

 • TOTALLY NOT TEN AND JOHNNY’S SUGGESTION 

 • “hmm,, ok… wAIT WHAT” 

 • you stared at him wide eyed and jaemin suddenly looked remorseful and he regrets everything especially listening to his hyungs who probably learnt all their “techniques” and “moves” from watching too much corny chick flick and kdrama 

 • “sorry, I should’ve asked you. do you want to leave right now? I can get tickets to see another movie.” 

 • THIS BOY IS LEGIT READY TO GET UP AND GET YOU TICKETS TO WATCH ZOOTOPIA IN THE THEATRE NEXT DOOR 

 • HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU 

 • but your cheapskate ass just grabs him and pulled him back down in his seat but not letting go of his hand 

 • “its fine jaemin, ive seen the trailer and my friends say it’s pretty good. let’s enjoy this movie shall we? haha.”

• though your face say yes but heart say no, jaemin was reluctant but eventually decided to sit back down when the lights went off

• “but if the movie gets too scary and you dont feel like watching it anymore you can always tell me, ok y/n? we could have dinner early or something, i’ll bring you some place nice.”

• instead of watching in the beginning of the movie, jaemin was watching you the entire time with a stupid smile of his face despite worrying over the fact that you might be scarred for life

• eventually you caught him and you had to forcefully make him stare ahead at the big screen instead. at first he was pretending but soon enough he was immersed in it

• this dipshit istg

• when the climax of the movie came, you knew what was going to happen and you immediately grabbed jaemin’s hand while following your instincts and hid behind his shoulder

• he was caught off guard at first lmao since he was too immersed in the movie that he nearly forgot that hes on a date 

• after realising you had grabbed his hand and possibly squeeze it for as long as the climax part of the movie lasted, he blushed and tries to bite back a smile from forming on his face

• and when he turned to look at you, seeing that you’ve curled up in the seat, ears covered with your other hand and eyes squeezed shut, he was this close into melting into a puddle of goo because you looked so cute and squishy and he just wants to hold you 

• and he did 

• i am trying not to scream as i type this 

• he skillfully wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace, stroking your hair as he teases you “aigoo my big baby i told you we should’ve watched something else instead.”

• you both went on to watch the movie like that, you clinging onto him like your life depended on it and him enjoying every second of it and lowkey wishes the movie to be longer

• when the creepy music in the background began to play as the second climax arrive, you were already gripping onto jaemin’s arm. being the perfect boyfriend material he is, he covered your ears. (BASICALLY JUST LIKE THE WAY SUNGJAE DID TO JOYIN WGM WHILE THEY WERE WATCHING A MOVIE I MISS THEM SO MUCH)

• but as soon as it was over (after all that exorcism and shit and everything becomes brighter), you’ll just look up and blush in embarrassment cos jaemin was staring back at you with a smug look on his face tHIS LITTL E SHIT

• you also notice that there are red marks on his arm from where you were grabbing him so you gasped and began apologizing for nearly tearing his arm apart during the movie while gently stroking his arm while rambling on and on about how sorry you are and also complimenting how he’s practically hairless 

• apparently you were rambling on too much that he couldn’t take it??? not in a bad wAY BUT it wasn’t just your rambles that was driving him crazy 

• it was your moving lips

• yes LiPSSSS gIRL YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

• YOU GUESSED IT

• he kissed you 

• to shut you up 

• and to also finally man up and kiss you like how he should’ve 3 weeks ago when you both started dating

• mmMm gotta get me a guy like jaemin A++

• you were too stunned to kiss him back so you just stared at him wide eyed when he pulled away

• “i-what-huh-wait, jaemin-what-” you poor confused child

• “how did you know peach was my favorite flavor.” he wipes the corner of his lips as he said that with a shit eating grin, causing you to turn crimson.

• “what are you kids still doing here? the movie is over; leave.” 

• whoops 

• so basically that was how jaemin found his confidence and that was just only the beginning of this cute relationship and he just adores the heck out of you and loves you to bits you guys are practially engaged in his head and he hopes that not only you’ll be his first love you’ll also be his last iTSNT THAT THE CUTEST THING EVER

• i am crying blooODdd i hope you guys enjoyed this like how i enjoyed torturing myself ㅠㅠ