#this is sk embarrassing oh my goodness

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I GOT THE TICKETS I SURVIVED THE GREAT WAR

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Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: just fluff, FEM!R, no use of Y/n, spicy gay content but there's no smut don't worry;)

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Remus was sitting on the sofa, sipping some tea from his favorite cup, which was actually Sirius's, and at the same time holding a cigarette between his fingers (also stolen from Sirius' pack but only because he he had finished his and hadn't had time to buy a new pack yet), taking a few drags of the cigarette between one page and another of the book he was busy reading.

"Heyyy..."

Sirius appeared behind him and placed his hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently with his thumbs and Remus smiled, not removing the pages from the paper.

"The little one is finally asleep" Sirius murmured, as if he were afraid that using his usual tone of voice would wake you up in the blink of an eye.

Remus actually realized that he hadn't noticed how your high-pitched voice had suddenly stopped speaking and that had happened a good ten minutes after he and Sirius had said goodnight to you. It was always difficult to get you to go to sleep at that age, it seemed like your little body wasn't made up of water but only sugars.

Sirius leaned forward over the sofa cushion, leaning down to kiss his husband's neck softly.

"It's been a while since we spent time alone, don't you think?" he murmured against his freckled skin. "You know, i was thinking..."

"Oh so now you can think too?" Remus said immediately, turning his head slightly to meet his gaze.

Sirius moved his face away from his neck and rolled his eyes at him.

"Asshole i'm trying to have sex with you and you insult me?" he muttered, then reached for Remus' cigarette and took it from his fingers to take a long drag.

Remus chuckled but let him do and in the meantime closed the book, then placed it on the small table that decorated the living room.

"For your information, i love men who can think" he said then, giving him a small smile that asked for forgiveness. "I find them very fascinating"

Even though he was trying to glare at him even if in a joking way, Sirius couldn't stop himself from smiling with his lips around the increasingly consuming cigarette.

"Well, for your information my dear Moony..." he then said, leaping over the sofa and falling into a sitting position next to Remus. "I love men who know how to provoke me. I find them very very sexy"

Remus chuckled with red cheeks, but leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Initially it was just a small sweet innocent kiss, but neither of them had the intention of taking their lips away from the other and the more the seconds passed the more intense and warm the atmosphere became.

Sirius was the first to break away and quickly put out his cigarette on the ashtray that was placed on the surface of the table, next to Remus' closed book. Then the latter saw him raise his wand and with a quick spell the lights in the room dimmed, creating a softer and more suffused atmosphere. Then he gripped his shirt in his hands and pulled it off his chest in one quick move, then dropped it to the carpet.

Remus was fascinated by him, his eyes fixed on the tattoos that decorated his body. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but he would've never stopped finding him so... So...

"Beautiful"

Sirius looked at him with a small, embarrassed smile when he heard him say that word.

"You're making me blush, you idiot" he replied, giving his shoulder a little push.

Remus smiled back and the two looked at each other with eyes full of love and devotion. And every time they exchanged that look of love only one thought always ran through their heads.

"I'm so grateful to have found you"

The two found themselves on top of each other again, Sirius sitting on Remus' legs and kissing him with more heat and passion. After a few seconds Remus reluctantly pulled away from his lips, which were already visibly swollen and redder than before and stood out on Sirius's pale skin.

"This is risky..." he whispered with a smirk, breathing heavily. "What if she wakes up?"

Sirius shrugged and took off his sweater and what was underneath, leaving him shirtless too.

"Hey, this is more exciting" he said simply.

He placed his hands on Remus' shoulders again and made him lie down along the couch. He admired him from above, his fingers gently stroking the scars that crossed his chest and Remus placed his hands on his hips.

"It's been a while since we've done something extreme, don't you think?" Sirius continued, raising his eyebrows.

Remus chuckled and shook his head, but said nothing. He wanted it as much as Sirius did.

Sirius leaned down to his face, kissing him on the lips and then moving down his chin and neck. And then his chest and abdomen... Remus bit back a groan and Sirius raised his eyes to his.

"I'm warning you..." he murmured in a sensual voice, gripping Remus' belt in his hands, ready to untie it. "I'm pretty hard right now, so when i'm done with you i want you to-"

"Daddy? Dad?"

"MERLIN'S FUCKING BEARDED BALLS!"

In an instant, all the magic that had been created was shattered like a mirror falling to the ground. And Sirius had suddenly found himself with his ass on the floor, after Remus had pushed him down abruptly without a second thought. And while Sirius complained about the blow he had just got on his backside, Remus turned the living room lights back on and raised his body to look at you, picking up his sweater.

You saw his head pop out from behind the sofa cushions, but you didn't pay too much attention to it.

"S-Sweetheart!" he said, hastily putting his sweater back on but trying not to let you notice. "What are you still doing up? You should be sleeping"

You tightened your hands around the stuffed animal you had brought with you from bed. "I was sleeping. But then i had a nightmare. I don't want to be alone, can i stay with you for a while?"

Remus ignored the embarrassment that was eating away at him inside and gave a small, tender pout when he saw your fearful look.

"Aw my love. It's okay, come here"

Remus gave a series of small kicks to Sirius, urging him to fix himself as soon as possible, especially since between the two he was the one with a strong erection and wanted to avoid traumatizing you.

He got up from the sofa and walked towards you so you couldn't see Sirius and bent down to wrap you in his arms. You rubbed your head against his chest, clutching your stuffed animal.

Sirius got up quickly, moaning in pain and, covering his boner with his t-shirt, hurried to the bathroom.

"Where is daddy going?" you asked confused, looking at him.

Remus placed a kiss on your head, stroking your hair.

"He's just going to take a cold shower. He was... Feeling very hot"

When Sirius returned to the living room, washed and above all no longer horny, he saw you and Remus curled up on the sofa, while you munched on a biscuit.

"Hey puppy" Sirius said, sitting down next to you with a smile, closing you in between the two of them. "Do you want to talk about the nightmare you had?"

You lifted your head from Remus' arm to look at him with wide eyes.

"There was a giant tomato chasing me, daddy! And it wanted to eat me!"

Your parents chuckled.

"Yes, but i was scared. It was so big!" you exclaimed, opening your arms to demonstrate.

"Oh my god, that's scary!" said Sirius. "And did you manage to escape?"

You nodded.

Sirius picked you up to sit on his lap and held you against his body.

“Aw my poor baby” he murmured giving you a couple of kisses on the head. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. I will protect you from all the giant tomatoes in the world!"

You giggled, rubbing your cheek against his shirt and Remus reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, looking at you with a tender smile.

"Dad?" you murmured, tilting your head towards Remus.

"Yes baby?"

"Can i... Can i sleep with you? I don't want to sleep alone"

Remus let out a sigh that you knew too well.

"I don't know darling..."

You immediately leaned forward towards him, clasping your hands together in prayer. "Please dad, just for tonight. Pretty pleaseee"

Remus saw you stick out your bottom lip and make the big shiny eyes that you all knew always had an effect on him.

"Come on Remus" Sirius pleaded, placing his face close to yours and rubbing his cheek against yours, making you laugh. "It's been a long time since i slept with my little girl"

"She slept with us in the big bed three days ago, Sirius"

"And that's still too long!" the raven-haired man retorted. "Come on, don't you want some healthy cuddles from our baby too?"

Remus looked from you to Sirius, who was making the same beaten puppy eyes you were wearing. You weren't biologically related but at that moment you had exactly the same face, it was impossible to say that you weren't Sirius' daughter.

After a few seconds Remus let out a sigh of resignation, smiling.

"All right"

Both you and Sirius cheered and without wasting any time Sirius grabbed the remote control for the television, turning it on.

"Sirius" Remus called him, not a fan of watching tv so late and before bed.

"Don't worry, Rem" the other replied, waving a hand. "It's just to put her to sleep. Because you're still tired, aren't you puppy?"

You nodded, humming in response and snuggling into Sirius' chest, your eyes glued to the screen (it had been Rem's idea to get a tv, to stay updated on the muggle world).

So all three of you watched those cartoons that you liked so much and which, to Remus and Sirius' surprise, were played even at that late hour of the night. Remus sat down next to Sirius, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to pull him closer and using his other hand to caress your knees with his fingertips.

It wasn't many minutes before your eyelids drooped and your eyes closed, your head growing heavier on Sirius' chest. Remus noticed that the latter was also on the verge of falling asleep (probably because the cartoons you watched always bored him) and he gave him a kiss on the cheek that made him smile with his eyes closed.

The next morning Sirius and Remus would surely regret sleeping on the sofa in those positions but they didn't have the heart to wake you up, not when you were sleeping so soundly, drooling against Sirius' shirt and clutching your beloved stuffed animal and Remus's hand as if it were a second rag doll keeping you company in dreamland.

Apparently they would have to ask James or Regulus to babysit you for a day. Or maybe even more.

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Chapter Three— Unexpected visitors

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#SYNOPSIS— The dead come back to visit

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of abandonment, implications of being a bad mother, child abandonment, implications of discrimination, implications of physical abuse, yandere, unhealthy obsession, possessive, prey/hunter dynamics, scent kink, creepy behavior, throat usage?/does that even make sense?, forced kissing, noncon kissing???)) quaritch goes feral, unwanted touching

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! colonel Miles Quaritch

#NOTE— so I lied— the good stuff will definitely be on the next chapter. I’m also planning to make a Drabble to make up for it

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Quaritch extended out his palm towards the diagram ❝ The target is pretty much this whole island group— ❞ he was cut of by Spider ducking beneath his large frame, he glanced down at his son smiling briefly, ❝— Never been up there, you know those waters doc. What kind of indigenous we got? ❞ Scoresby gestured towards the man on the opposite side of the diagram. The doc was startled out of his own thinking, hesitating briefly as he glanced at the blue Recom looking at him with piercing yellow eyes ❝ Well— uh we got metkayina mostly some Ta’unui maybe fifty villages— ❞

Having enough of his rambiling, Quaritch cut off him with a puzzled face, ❝ uh you are who?❞ he didn’t need to know what specific species of na’vi there was— all he needed to know where was the nearest village nearby to get stated on his mission ❝ Oh I’m uh Doctor Ian Garvin, a marine biologist ❞ he extended out his palm for a handshake but was ultimately ignored by Quaritch, he dropped down his hand in embarrassment, ❝ Fifty villages— a hundred villages. I don’t care we’ll search them all ❞ Scoresby scoffed, and snapped back with an obnoxious tone ❝ I hunt Tulkun, that’s what I’m rigged for that’s all my guys do. I’ve got quotas to meet ❞

A rotten wry smile split Quaritch face, he showed a smile with far too many teeth— teeth to sharp his lips curled up. He looked like a happy predator with upturned lips, ❝ I’ll be nice once than I won’t ❞ Behind him, Lyle lifted his respiratory mask taking a sip of carbon. His yellow eyes gleamed, as he watched the interaction between the two of them. Scoresby pursed his lips, not expecting to be threatened in his own ship, ❝ Oh if you can’t get out of it, get into it. All crew to stations! ❞

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It was difficult being an outsider among the na’vi, unable to fully understand the ways of being‘ One of the people ‘ as they say. But they were welcoming to say the least— a bit skittish but nothing you can do about it. Had it not been for Jake sully— Toruk Makto as they call him; you would have never been accepted into the Ta’unui clan. You weren’t ‘ one of the people ‘ your simply coexisting with them. It was difficult at first, finding yourself frustrated with them— and yourself. It was a horrible decision to leave the forest but if you didn’t then you would be stuck with him— burden by the responsibility of being a mother. So you packed your things and left—

Gone the next day leaving no trace behind but a few personal belongings. It was heartless— to abandon a child but you couldn’t bare to look at it. Finding bile crawling up your throat whenever you ever so glanced at it. But that was years ago and you can only find yourself wanting to learn about their life now— only a little. You come up with your own conclusions, that’s he’s fine— doing much better now that you were gone. Has a happy family that gives him all the affection and care he needs— anything to lesson the guilt of abandoning him.

You were startled out of your thoughts as a blue hand appeared in your vision. You jumped like a feral cat, whisking around as your eyes caught culprit of a sheepish male na’vi. ❝Jesus Christ— must you always do this to me? ❞ The male na’vi blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with wide eyes, ❝ I do not understand this sky people talk— what is this Jesus Christ? ❞ You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal ❝ Dont worry about it— Sky people nonsense and all that. Your English has gotten good ❞ at your compliment, the male puffed up his chest in pride. You scoff at his flared ego— ever since you’ve been here this male na’vi was always by your side, claiming he was curious about the sky people.

He’s become your student— only for a short while. You’ve been teaching him English for quite some and was surprised to see him learn the language very quick. It brought a sense of peace towards you— familiarity. It’s as if you were back in the past with Grace helping her at the school. A wave of nostalgia hit you, often times you missed the moments you had with everyone. You smiled briefly, the past would always sneak upon you leaving nothing but a longing to see everyone. But you had made your bed— choosing to leave and abandon everyone. Now you must lay in your choices. ❝ You are friends with Toruk Makto, no? ❞

Confused by the sudden interest in an old friend, you nodded, ❝ Yeah— Jake sully, what’s the sudden interest in him? ❞ he hesitated briefly, ❝ He is residing in a metkayina clan— not far from here— there has been talk of war following him ❝ Your lips pursed in response, brows furrowing. ❝ That is odd— not something he would do. Who knows maybe he just wanted a vacation? ❞ He looked at you with wide eyes, ❝ You are certain of this? ❞ You hesitated briefly, you weren’t— Jake would of never fled the Omaticaya— especially Neytiri, seeing as how she loved her home and would even die for her people. This wasn’t something they would do— not unless they were running from something— or someone.

But no one could posses such a threat that would cause Jake to flee— and if they did, we’ll they were dead. But you couldn’t cause panic— ❝ I’m sure, who knows maybe it’s for diplomat reasons ❞ He seemed satisfied with your answer and bided you goodbye. You were back to being alone— busying yourself to your own devices. But worry seemed to overshadow your thoughts— worming their way inside your mind. If Jake was here than what of the boy you gave birth to? Jake didn’t adopt him— no the boy had foster parents that took care of him along with other human children that were left behind. But Jake promised— he promised to watch over him. Did Jake bring him here to the ocean clans? Or did he leave him back at the Omaticaya?

Worry gnawed at your gut— you couldn’t bare to risk seeing the boy. Your stomach churned in disgust— you were cut off by a horn being blasted through the air— your stomach dropped. Through the years residing in the clan not once has the horn been used. Distant cries were heard thought the beach and a loud rumbling sound swallowed their petrified cries. You scrambled towards the noise, terror sticking at your nerves as a large ship came into view, ❝ Oh fuck— fuck! ❞ you scrambled backwards running towards your small hut. You gathered your necessity items, shoving the basic necessities in a small bag.

None of this made sense— they shouldn’t be here, not once had they come near the islands. They were often seen out in the open waters hunting tulkun. This was different— had they come here to threaten or kill the na’vi residing in this island? Peace was not on the table so the like hold of the other two options happening were possible. You flinched at the loud cries coming from the na’vi and the curses of your mother tongue being shouted out. If they caught you— there was no doubt you might be publicly executed for betraying your race.

And so you hid— lost in the wildlife of Pandora you seeked shelter behind a trunk covered by bushes. Your breaths came out labored, you peeked from a small opening seeing the na’vi being rounded up on the clearing. You leaned forward trying to get a better view unaware of the footsteps behind you. You let out a scream as a hand tugged you up from your hiding place. You struggled immediately, clawing at the hands that held onto you— ❝ Stay still—! I got a traitor here! ❞ your attacker dragged you towards the clearing, gun pressing against your back.

You tripped over your own feet a couple of times as you were dragged to the clearing. Countless of na’vi were forced to kneel onto the sand with guns and tasers threatening to cause harm. There were avatars among them humans, dressed in full camo gear with weapons strapped towards their vest. The color drained from your face as you made eye contact with piercing yellow eyes, ❝ What the actual fuck— ❞ you were starting to panic, kicking your feet and acting like a mad woman— you were unsure of what to do but your brain screamed at you to run.

In front of you was the man you once thought was dead— no you were certain he was dead. His skeleton was out in the forest decomposing on itself. Yet, here he was, breathing and certainly alive. He was back from the dead and this time he came back blue. Beside him was a human boy wearing na’vi clothes, he was covered in blue stripes. A flicker of recognition sparkled in your eyes— your breath hitched at your throat, ❝no— no! ❞ you shook your head refusing to accept the truth. A newfound strength courses through your body.

You elbowed the guy on the ribs making a run for it, ❝ Don’t shoot! I need her alive! ❞ a familiar voice ran along the clearing— it was him. Colonel Miles Quaritch was back from the dead and came back bigger, stronger and faster in the body of a na’vi—a species he hated with a passion. But how was that even possible? You wouldn’t stay to find out— you had to leave— to hide

❝ Get back here! ❞ He roared out, the sheer volume and grit of his voice caused the ends of your hairs to stand up. He launched himself to your pursuit, screaming out in rage. He was hot on your tail, commanding you stop running but it only caused you to pump your legs faster. Soon enough you heard him right behind you— you glanced back a mistake you realized as he ran at you in a primal way. Hands and feet— claws out for a grip against the terrain he pounced on you. ❝C’mere! ❞ You ducked out the way, barley missing his grasp but not without paying the price of your shirt being torn by his claws. You slammed yourself against a trunk barley missing his claws. You scrambled back to your feet leaving him in the dust.

❝ Stop running! ❞ he screamed out, ❝ you’re suppose to be with me— You’re mine— mine! ❞ Sharp canines gritted against each other and bared into a sneer, his brows were furrowed and yellow eyes were wide like saucers— he looked insane as if he submitted himself to his primal instincts. He was fixated on getting you; even going as far as his abandoning his gun— anything that slowed him down. A shaky sigh left his lips as he gripped the garment of your torn blouse— he inhaled deeply pressing it against his nose. He swears he could taste your scent on his tongue. It’s yours— and you’re here with him.

He exhaled shaky, pocketing the torn piece of clothing inside his pocket. He glanced back up finding you no where in his sight. His ears flattened against his skull, tail laying limp, ❝Don’t be mean now honey— ❞ his voice drawled out, the smirk wiping off his face seeing as there was no indication to where you could possibly be. He scouted out the area in a frenzy coming to a halt as a thud behind him makes him turn around in a swift. He rushes over to the sound pushing away the wildlife , ❝ Gotcha! ❞ his excitement died down when all he found was a small animal cowering in fear. He let out a hiss of frustration, tail whipping around as his anxiety clawed at him.

Panic rose as he searched every creek he could find— which way did you go? His frustration bubbled in his chest, ❝ If you don’t come out right now I swear I’ll paint that ass red and blue! ❞ He looked left and right, running in circles looking for any sign or indication to where you could possibly be. Meanwhile, you had ran as far as you could ending up near your shack. You stoped to catch your breath, heart beating against your chest in an erratic way. You bended over placing your hand on your knees— you had lost him for now. But what can you do before he catches up to you again? For how long can you evade his grasp? Leaving the island would be impossible. This was a hopeless scenario for you— there was no way to flee and running was the only option. You could hide in your shack but wouldn’t that be the first place they would check?

You couldn’t give up now, standing straight you began to plot your next move. Hiding was a no go— you need small places somewhere a na’vi can’t fit in. You could hear the distant scream of your name out in the woods, your head whipped to the sound. Tripping over your own steps you decided to push more distance away from him. You knew exactly where to go— you’ve known this island for years. He doesn’t, all that matters is making sure he doesn’t catch up to you before you get there. Soon enough you heard a branch break beside you— you don’t have time to register the force that impacted you.

You feel like you’re flying through the air— unable to grasp what’s going on. He’s grabbing you and wrestling you beneath him— a coarse laugh came from him, his canines glistened from the copious amount of times of running his tongue over them— unable to swallow his exceeding amount of saliva. His tail thumped behind him in excitement, ❝ I got you, sweetheart— you’re mine now ❞ his chuckles were hoarse, shoulders shaking as deep rumbles came within his chest.

He pressed his nose against the juncture of your nape, curling himself to your size. You froze— did he just sniff you? He’s panting, whole body trembling. ❝ You done teasing me? You and I have some unfinished business to get to. How about we finish that family that we started? Give the brat a couple of siblings while you and I get to be acquainted once again ❞ You shook your head frantically, the thought of having another child with him disgust you. Tears slid down your cheeks freely, you wanted to scream and cry out. This was a nightmare come to life. You let out a squeal as you felt his palm reach down and grabbed a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh. He rained down numerous kisses on your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You were frozen in place— He was terrifying, and too fucking big. His whole body encased yours. Quaritch looked at you, pupils blown wide—. Your attempts to trash away from his grip was useless against his strength and size. He was overwhelming— you could only see and feel him. Both of his massive biceps were placed beside you, lowering his chest towards back.

Back when he was human he always towered over you but now as a na’vi? He was huge— it was like you were his own personal human doll. You could hear shuffling behind you— you were manhandled as if you were nothing but cargo. You were face to face with him. His biceps kept you locked in his embrace, lowering himself towards you. He was starved for you— relishing every touch he could get from you. You however— we’re frightened and did everything possible to get away from his embrace. You wiggled and kicked helplessly under his strong grip— his arms tightened around you like a snake coiling around it’s prey. It only just hit how strong and big his was.

He hugged you even closer— if it was even possible to do so. Pressing your body against his, he let out a deep low moan making you let out a squeak as you felt his canines drag across your flesh. He leaned down again— seeing his face dip towards yours; you turned your face to the side avoiding his lips from touching yours. His lips skimmed over your cheeks— a low animalistic snarl escaped from him. His fingers dug into your jaws and wrenched your face to look back at him. ❝ You will not take this from me, girl— I have waited so long to have you ❞

His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, he pressed his tongue against your mouth. Claws prodding your jaw to open up as he swallowed your mouth whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks— He doesn’t get to have you— you weren’t his. You wish you could tell him this but all you can squeak out are muffled sobs. Quaritch was overjoyed— a sense of peace came flowing to him. You were back in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. Nothing can stop him now— not even the order he was given from his predecessor— you were meant to be his— human or na’vi doesn’t matter.

Your attempts to break away from the kiss were futile against his overwhelming strength. He deepened the kiss, tongue lashing at ever crook and crane he could find. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt his tongue slither down your throat. Your fist slammed against his chest seeing black dots prick at the corner of your vision. Feeling you go limp in his arms caused him to draw back from your mouth. His hold on you however remained— a string of saliva connected both of your lips. Face running red, you stared at him unable to fully wrap your head on just what happened

He stared back down at you, completely unfazed. As if this was the most natural thing to do ❝ What? Cat got your tongue, hmm Princess? ❞ , you shook your head to the side a couple of times; mumbling out incoherent words. His ears however managed to hear you every well, ❝ You’re not him— how are you even alive? You died— ❞ you babbled out— pawing against his chest pathetically, pushing and slapping with your weak strength. A mistake you were quick to realize as he slammed you back to the ground caging you in his arms, ❝ Just relax, princes I’ll explain it to ya— you see I’m a clone of that old man. He’s deceased— he was weak ❞ he hissed, ❝ I’m better— I’m stronger and I am going to take what is rightfully mine; starting with you ❞

Small wheezes came from you, you looked at him as if he was absurd ❝ I don’t belong to you— ❞ his fingers curled around your throat ❝ Watch it— clearly you’re attitude has been left unchecked for quite a long time. Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will fix that ❞ His palm pressed against your back bringing you upwards to him, he coaxed you to his lap; tail wrapping around your arm. His palms groped your flesh, touching every place he could. His hands fiddled with your blouse, scrunching up the piece of fabric you called blouse tearing it off. You’re breast bounced from the impact— you curled inward to protect your modesty. His fingers itched to grab hold of your breast— lips curling up at your refusal. However, a static voice coming from his earpiece caused him to pause his actions. You couldnt catch what they were saying but you doubted it was anything good. His yellow eyes gleamed, ❝ Let’s get you back home— where you belong ❞

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but what do sk em do when theyre alone 👀

the question i've been waiting for 😭 this is from my 1 year old outline so it makes little sense:

She likes having him in her bed and likes to tease him sometimes while her back is to his chest and he's talking to her about something. She likes to playfully press little nibs across his hands until he's so mad at her that he goes silent, growling into her hair because she had annoyed him too much. Then, he wraps his arms around her so tight, her thin nightgown can't conceal how heated his skin is. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing," he says into her ear. And she feels pleased with herself. He's nice to play with. In his embrace, it doesn't take long for her to sleep, but sometimes she wakes up feeling strange and has to wake him up as well. To keep her company, she tells him. She shakes his shoulders until he is awake and grumpy, his hair disheveled, his eyes barely open. "Now that I'm awake, what will you do for me?"

Eventually, they start exploring each other in a way Mikasa had no idea could feel so good. He really seems to enjoy her body, kissing her on some places, whispering in her ear that she is pretty.

She's about to graduate high school, and their routine is basically: him taking her to classes, working on the farm, dinner, and exploring each other at night (but he doesn't take her virginity yet). They walk around the woods together too. He places flowers in her hair, chases and drops her onto the ground, tickles her sides, and presses his body into hers until there is no giggle falling from her lips. His expression changes too. He seems to be hanging on a thread, looking at her hopeful, lips parted, eyes hungry. She knows that boys are volatile, she feels it pressing between her thighs when Eren is on top of her. But what she finds out is that girls can be volatile too. Because every time he is on top of her, something in her body doesn't feel the same. Her embarrassment to be so close together with a boy being replaced by another thing. It is Eren. Her new friend. And perhaps that was why he showed up at her door so late that night. To make her understand what life is about, because she really feels like she was made for this boy. 

[merakiui]

Love the way that Jade gets off of threats and humiliation and Floyd gets off of Praise. Perfect cuz I treat Floyd like "Oh dear Gorgeous" vs how I treat Jade "You fuckin DONKEY" I'd just love to have them wrapped round my finger + more opportunities to humiliate/threaten Jade tbh like, imagine Darling being able to do that to Sk!Jade just- Get revenge for everything he's done. On another note I love your writing, specially fluffy Floyd, keep up the good work Mera, hope you have a wonderful day.

Jade loves the rush a little too much. He can never be humiliated, not when he enjoys it so shamelessly. ;;;; sometimes he’ll pretend like he’s embarrassed or regretful for being caught, but beneath that act he’s incredibly pleased. Aaaa he’s such a menace. >_< and Floyd simply likes hearing good things come from your mouth. A few threats here and there are fun and keep him on his toes, but the quickest way to have him wrapped around your finger is to lay lots of praise on him.

I think the idea of being threatened is so appealing to Jade solely because he keeps his expectations for you extremely low so that he can be pleasantly surprised when you do something that surpasses those expectations. So when you tell him you’ll wring him dry, he knows you won’t actually murder him in cold blood (although you’re welcome to try). But there are other, less painful ways to be wrung dry. :) he looks forward to seeing which threats you’ll follow through with and which ones are merely empty.

[gallivich]

18 jan

2025 #5

Good day all!!!!! Today ive just been travelling aboutbthrplace im so fucking excited to sit in bed ALLL DAYYY tmrw like!!!! I went to a like all u can eat today my first ever it was intense but SO FIRE. Anyway im so sad tho if ucking hate lonely weekend nightz so much i just hate every moment im not busy acfuakly i hate geing ableto think I HATE IT I JSUT WANT CONSTANT DISTRACTION HELP!!!! Likemy loneliness and embarrassment is literally eating me alive. ANYWAY GOOD DAY THO

i bought a loada stuff like i got the cuttessttttt snoopy lamp thing omg i llve it so mcuh ITS SO CUTE i got it at urvan outfitters i love urban ourfitters SO MUCH but its so fucing pricey i also got a little miffy keychain for my school bag ahhh and then ermm wait

Oh ok sk then i got a rilakkuma notebook IDK WHAT TO PUT IN IT THO lowkey impulse buy. Then got a like 2025 planner of my neighbour totoro yes i realise its a little late 😭😭 loads of hand cream nail polish burts bees lipbalm stuff like that andd washi tape a little totoro figure thingy rilakkuma stickers miffy phone case AND OTHE STUFF TOO BUT WHATEVER NO ORN CARES.

Im just so fucking excited to go back to school yes intealise its just the weekendBUT I HATE THE WERKEND yes i realise im insane for hating the weekend i just dont like beign left w my own thoughts yakno Anyway i am now watching bobs burgers and hyppng myself upto go downstairs for water . Im so excited tonshower i feel freaking filthy imean im not but UGHH OK IM LITERALLY EXHAUSTED and i have homework fuckkkk thatttttttttt but i physically cannot not donmy homework indont have it in me busy day but was fun we only went out for siblings birthday and yet i bought more LOL im burning insence rn and it is actually gonna fuck up mu lungs my entire room is foggy BUT I LOVE VANILLAAAA I miss my crush had to create my own gif bcoz tumblr gifs are THE WORST

anywayyysss bye tumblr TALK LATER!!!! Sorry for the boring dya tmrs gonna be boring-er

cheeta - deux visages

[not-goldy]

I use to think there was no way Jikook would ever come out. Together or even as individuals. Now I think its looking more and more like they will after MS and the reunion. I am leaning toward Jimin for sure, which is funny, cause I always said Jimin probably wouldn't because he's so OT7 and worries about BTS and he knows it would most likely harm his dad's business and his dad just opened a new place, but I can't see Jimin's dad being super damn selfish and telling him to stay in the closet to protect his business. Maybe to protect him, but not his business. He sees what his son goes through daily. The lies, defamation, slander, accusations. Called a queerbaiter and predator. And not sure how true this is, but this buddy system thing apparently has JK solos trying to research who the guy is standing next to JK, just to get goods on JK in the military and of course Jikook gossip, they are so mad and desperate. Not sure if that is true, but if so, Oh the SK government gonna snatch these MF's bald if they really track down these soldiers families and start harassing them. They don't even realize how fucking horrible that makes JK look. Tkk joining in as well. None of them have respect for JK. it reflects so bad on JK to try and involve other soldiers in their vendetta's and unfortunately for JK there are clout chasing people out there who will give up his privacy. He is gonna be so fucking humiliated and embarrassed if this turns out to be true.

Jimin probably knows at this point he is never gonna be free to live his life with Jk or his members or anyone for that matter, without harassment, unless he speaks his truth, which he's been trying to do for years, without out right saying it. Even if it means leaving korea and going somewhere else. Maybe Japan or even America who knows. Same with JK. I too think he will. In fact, JK has probably already been talked off the ledge by Hybe and Jimin not to out them, when he gets in his fed up moods. You can tell both are increasingly getting more and more frustrated. They even resorted to being private & working in silence, but BAM, when they wanna come out swinging, they damn sure do. The swing and knock fucking heads off. So I think its looking more and more possible that they aren't gonna hide much longer or at the very least make that glass closet even more clearer and stop putting restrictions on themselves after MS. I feel it in my gut. These so called fans are pushing them to their breaking point and its been brewing. Their public, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, private trip to Japan and now enlisting together was just the start. Wait and see if Jikook don't free themselves from this fandom. or I could be wrong and nothing will change, but I kinda think there will be change of some sort.

Jungkook got bad rep for the longest time for being "an asshole" "shitty" "fuckboy" with zero social skills- which time and again he's proven that's not the case. Being introverted don't mean you hate humans.

It's nice he's making friends in there- as he should. That is IF that's his even friend. I expect Jimin has made friends in there also. However Jimin is a private person who isn't going to expose his friendships accidentally. He can be guarded. Also, he's a Libra, he has the gift of foresight to know people would try to use whoever he's close with to get to him in there- like they doing with JK.

It's a shame these people can't live normal lives, smile at someone, stand next to someone, be polite to without all manner of theories being written about them assuming all sort of things about them and the poor stranger.

Jimin is growing, maturing, setting his priorities straight and since 2020 we've seen him gradually choosing his relationship, prioritizing it and making conscious decisions with that in mind.

Personally, I'm happy there aren't at cross purposes anymore and seem to be moving in the same direction in life.

I won't make any predictions for now, just observing and appreciating their bond, it's beautiful to behold as it unfolds. There's not much chaos within their relationship not much turbulence.

I want to see it to the very end. That's why I keep following their journey.

I want to see how they navigate a 7 way dynamic when they come back together as a group with the growth that's taken place in each of them.

Fully coming out is off the table, but they could surprise me who knows. We in uncharted territories here.

If Jikook do come out they will shock the skin off my bones honestly. That said, I'm still rooting for them.

[spaciebabie]

IM LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE THE ART YOU MADE IS KILLING ME /POS /POS /POS THE FUCKING GJNDXKJFD NK SK,DS NFJSKM SMAKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND THE ENDOSKELETON AND THE METAL AND HE LOVES THE FEELING BUT HATES TO ADMIT IT AND THE SPRINGLOCKS THE SPRINGLOCKS IT'S ABOUT THE FUCKING SPRINGLOCKS BABEY YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHGHHAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

it's good 👍

EYAHEYEAYHEAEHAYEHAYEHAEYAHEYAHEYAEHAYEHAYEAHHAHAHAHAHA I LOWKEY THINK HED BE SOOOOOO EMBARRASSED AT ALL THE NOISES HE MAKES SO THATS WHY HED PUT THE PILLOW OVER HIS FACE

[im-yn-suckers]

That anon is actually disgusting, and yk whats funny these people who ask writers "oh are you gonna write smut for niki when he turns 18" actually think the writer is gonna say yes I am going to be writing smut for niki.

Like it's actually getting on my nerves now that some people don't have human decency like I'm quite embarrassed that we have to call those people our "fellow engenes" because I don't associate myself with those type of people it really shows that this generation has lost all its common sense because if those people remember niki is still a minor in SK just because 18 is the legal age in most countries I'm quite scared for niki now because I have seen on here, tiktok, Instagram and twitter about people talking about niki turning 18 and those things weren't good things and that anon saying bye love you as if they didn't just ask the revolting thing every.

omg yes and like uvee made it clear at least once that i will not write smut at all becase 1, im a minor and its gross. i hopew niki doesnt see it :(

[bonesandthebees]

The end:(( sobs cries wails

Time to loop bittersweet symphony

Oh yeah i forgot about the surprise bday jdsvfkgkf tommy is so SWEET i hate him sobs hes sooo<33

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHDHFJDKDF

the fucking fire IM LAUGHFOGNGKG i loved this bit so much its so funny ohmugod

CRIMEBOYSDSS AAAAA SOBS CRIES WAILS

THEY MAKE ME SOOOOOFFGOFUAVEKFKGJDKS

Its sooo lovely:( this fic is so lovely i want to cry picturing the house they live in :( they mean the world to me :( i love hats so much

Petition for u to write a chat fic /hj

The texts are some of my fav parts of this fic 😭 theyre so fucking hilarious bee, I'd consume the shit outta a chat fic if u wrote one

THIS IS SO CUTEEEHDISOFJG IM GOING TO CRYYYDHFJGJ AAAAAA

I love techno shfkgklgf

I FORGOT ABOUT PLAN B IM SCREAMIGNGKDHSIFOFODGKFOSHF HELPPPPP

OMG CIDERRR

When i first read this fic I'd never had cider and was against alcohol bc i thought it all tasted like shit 😭😭 but then once i turned legal age i had cider and DAMN BRO i love cider sm...

I had this delicious berry flavoured one... somersby... so good FHGKKG

I honestly was shocked that i liked cider considering that apple flavoured things normally make me feel nauseous, but cider tasted diff enough that i was able to enjoy it !!!

AAAAAAAIFIVPDUWROFHSBFKFJDFJKDB SCREAMING CRYING PISSIGN MYSELF OHMGUDODHFKGJD OHMGUDOFOD FANS FACE SHFLGOFN I CANT DO THIS OHKHUDOAHDFKSHF FOGMYHUDODDFOAGDOFGSKDHSKFJD THEYRE BROTHERS THEYRE ACTUAL BROTHERS KHMGYDODHDKFMS

"I love you"

NOBODYYYYY MOVE NOBODY FUCKING MOVE OHMYFUCMINGOGDKFHSKFJSOSJFMF

U are SO good at writing music into fics man... ur so good at describing it

ANGELDUO HUG NOBODY MOVE

Youre such a talented author bee, i don't think I'll ever get over just *how good* u are at writing

The way you describe stuff... sk well so pretty rahhsss

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

;-;

I love this fic so much

It is 2 am whoops... worth it tho ❤️

This fic makes me feel so whole i adore it with everything i love ti sosoososo much:( i think it gen might be my fav fic by you... it is so lovely:( it means so much to me

eueueueueueueudufufjgigkg

Also damn yeah bittersweet symphony fit this fics vibes sooo well, its just been on loop for half n hour shfjgkg

Okie i go sleep now, thanks for being the best author ever ❤️❤️

I loved writing the surprise birthday party in this for many reasons. for one thing it felt natural after I wrote about wilbur throwing tommy a birthday party in nocturnal animals, and also I wrote honey and tangerines over the course of the summer. in a way that timeline of tangerines followed real time, because I wrote the wilbur surprise birthday party in mid to late september which is roughly around cc!wilbur's actual bday (yes yes I know he could be lying about his birthday but it's the one we all go with) so it just felt very fitting time-wise

the fire 😭 I love writing tubbo's antics so much

"petition for you to write a chatfic" you do not know the war flashbacks you just gave me with that

you wanna know why I'm good at writing funny texts? it's bc I have experience. I'm never going to publicly reveal my old ao3 (not really out of embarrassment but bc I don't want people I know from that account to find out I'm writing mcyt fic bc I will legitimately lose friends), but on that old ao3 when I was 16 I wrote a voltron chatfic. and it got somewhat popular. not super popular or anything, but it was my most popular fic up until I started writing for mcyt and it's how I really learned how to write humor. anyway the voltron fandom was the worst fandom experience I've ever had and I hated the ship the chatfic was centered on by the time I finished it bc the fandom was just so goddamn annoying about it. anyway yeah I can't write chatfic anymore it brings back war memories LMAO

I love cider man I love going to a bar and getting a nice cold cider if there isn't any beer I want. it's just so refreshing! and yes not all of it tastes like apples! I had a pineapple cider at a bar recently and it was so good

god I had so many emotions writing the card scene between crimeboys just waaaaa tangerines crimeboys i miss you

I'm so glad I write the music in my fics well, I try so hard to integrate it in a way that feels natural and doesn't pull the reader out of the scene

bittersweet symphony is a song that means a lot to me for many reasons so I usually have a rule to never include it in anything I write so it just stays as something for me, but it fit too perfectly for this fic for me to not throw in there and I'm so glad I did

thank you icy you're so sweet I'm really proud of how I wrote so much of honey and tangerines it's definitely one of my favorite things I've done. I'm so glad you enjoyed your reread :D

[finniestoncrane]

I have a mighty need of 2022 Oswald Cobblepot, so I am reaching out to my most trustworthy source of Daddy Oz content 🙏🏻

I was thinking about a shy, innocent-looking reader (I remember those headcanons of yours 👀) being dragged by her friend to Oz's club where they meet at some point, reader is confused when he talks to her and looks both ways before pointing at herself to make sure he is indeed talking to her and he eventually invites her over to his office to "have some fun" and tell her what a good girl she is 🫢 And maybe just maybe he asks for her number afterwards and she gives it to him 🥰

Thank you sm I know you won't disppoint XOXO❤️

A Glimpse

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k i am going to cry ;-; trustworthy? me? ;-; the pressure jhjahsd i might disappoint anon lmao oh god oh though my god me and my little simpleton smile and plain face and stupid round head are quaking in our boots ;-; god i want him to tell me i'm a good girl and then i'll add that to my c.v. thanks 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: flirting, biting, love bites, marking, shy!reader

As a hopeless romantic, you had wasted a lot of your time waiting on someone sweeping you off your feet. To the point where your friends often had a good laugh about your lack of experience, and how the experiences you had were all terrible. Pathetic men who didn’t deserve the time of day, but who managed to convince you that the affair was romantic enough that you could give yourself over to them.

And you’d been dragged to the Iceberg Lounge, an attempt by your friends to get you to give in to carnal urges instead of desperately seeking some classic novel inspired romantic relationship. Or as they had put it, “you needed to get laid.”

While they found their respective potential partners amid the myriad of strangers on the dancefloor, you leant against the bar, watching them have fun. If you were just a little bit less shy, you might have been able to push yourself into someone’s favours. But your inability to speak out, combined with your innocent face, soft cheeks and big eyes, make-up less since it was a skill you weren’t destined to master, this meant you were often left standing to the side.

Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, searching for a blank space in the shadows to focus on, lest you make eye contact with someone and give them the wrong idea. But you were drawn to, and unintentionally settled on, a large man wearing an impeccable suit, watching over the club with a scrutinising stare. He oozed charm. And you recognised him, quickly placing him as Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the club, criminal, villain. Exactly the kind of man that would be the unlikely love interest in…No. Stop.

But you noticed he was staring back, and if you weren’t mistaken, looking you up and down. Perhaps he was acknowledging subtly that you didn’t look like you belonged. Everyone else was beautiful, glamorous, outgoing and flirty. As you wondered which of your flaws it was that set you apart though, he motioned with his hand, signalling a drink? Did you want one? You looked to your left and right before pointing at yourself, mouthing ‘me’ to just make sure, willing to embarrass yourself for clarity. He nodded slowly, starting to head towards you.

You turned around swiftly, knocking back the remainder of the drink you had ordered, trying to look at yourself inconspicuously in the mirror behind the bar, smoothing your dress at the front as you noticed he was coming up behind you. Turning, you felt your heart leap as you faced him.

“Oswald Cobblepot. And course I was talking about you, you see a nicer lookin’ dame here?”

He was so easy to talk to, completely charming, self-effacing enough that he was irresistibly endearing. Before you knew it you were two drinks down, an hour spent just talking to him. Without noticing, he had you on a stool beside him, leaning in, his hand on your knee, fingers teasing the skin as they trailed around softly.

“Listen, sweetheart. It’s too loud down here, I do my best work in a more…relaxed environment. What’s say we head up to my office?”

And you followed him. You didn’t even remember saying yes, although that was what you had intended to say. Desperately, completely, one hundred percent yes. It might not be a fairy-tale romance, but it did feel like you were being whisked away by a shining knight, but you needed to stop. This could just be a thing, a fluke, nothing might come of it, and that would be fine too.

Once in his office, you submitted to his charms again, sitting close by him on the sofa while he placed his palm on your thigh, letting it trail further up your leg before coming back down again to your knee, over and over again, inching a little bit higher each time he closed in on the hem of your dress. You were giggling more than you ever had, face blushing, subconsciously leaning forwards, into him, and exposing your cleavage, letting your fingers linger on his arm, licking your lips.

Despite the two of you being the only ones in the room, he still leant in to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna have some fun, sweetheart?”

“I’m already having fun, Mr. Cobblepot.”

“You’re easily pleased, huh?”

He let his lips find your neck, kissing deeper as you leant your head to the side, feeling hand find your hip, the other tracing the curve of your side before cupping your breast. His tongue, fast and firm, left your skin moist and tingling, teeth clenching into the skin as he sucked lightly. You knew there would be a mark, and you were excited at the prospect.

With your fingers tight on his shirt collar, you pulled him close, into you, desperate for him to take it further. And when his hands finally found their way back to your leg, you let your thighs separate slightly, indicating your willingness, your desperation for his touch. But there was a knock on his door. An interruption.

Oswald pulled back from you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smoothed your dress and your hair, trying to cover where you thought the mark from his bite would be.

“Come in.”

“Sorry to disrupt you, Mr. Cobblepot, but there’s a uh…situation.”

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Standing from the sofa, he adjusted his jacket, shirt and bowtie before offering you a hand to pull you up beside him.

“I’m sorry to cut it short sweetheart, I gotta go deal with this. But there’s a notepad and pen on the desk. You be a good girl and leave your number.”

Waiting for him to leave before you moved, you headed over and put your name, number, and a small kiss on the paper before heading back down to the dancefloor, satisfied with the meet-cute, the romantic first touches, and the prospect of living out a steamy romance novel with Oswald Cobblepot.

[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hi! If that's okay could i request platonic nrc staff reacting to MC wanting to go to an art school after nrc? Specifically for tattoos?

Based on the fact that i went to look at universities yesterday lol

As an art student this is very interesting.

in fact I made my pfp myself lmao

Also additional drinking game : drink every time you read the word tattoo and get absolutely wasted!

Guardian! school staff + MC who aspires to be a tattoo artist

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Ashton

TW : none

Gn pronouns were used.

Context : It's not uncommon for young artists to be discouraged by their families and teachers when mentioning that they want to seek a career in art, and that it's not just a hobby.

But do you know how much worse it gets when you say that you don't plan to live by selling paintings like Picasso? do you how how many people won't think of tattooing as a proper first option?

Oh, you do. And that's why at first you're a little bit worried about telling them.

Dire Crowley

Actually it just came up in a random conversation

he told you that even if you couldn't get back home in the worst case scenario ofc

at least you were lucky that you studied at such prestigious school.

you had much more possibilities career-wise than most people.

and he finally asked you what you wanted to do, if you wanted to continue studying, or what was your dream job.

You told him your plans about art school, and being a tattoo artist.

"Oh, are you sure?" he said expressionless.

and like always, you had to explain why you wanted that, what it meant to you, yk, the usual.

"it's art school actually necessary for that?"

and again, you explained that in some schools they even had courses dedicated especially to tattooing, comics, animation,

and even if it wasn't the case, art school really helps with your skills.

and he went silent, contemplative.

"would i get one for free?"

"sure, but only if you volunteer for me to practice."

that's it, that's all he needs to hear.

Researches any school that seems worthy enough for your talent.

even privates ones.

ESPECIALLY THE PRIVATES ONES.

good lord he's actually calling and emailing and shit.

if only he put that much energy in everything else.

also he will stop anyone he sees with a tattoo and will bombard them with questions. "how much did this cost you?" "how long did this one take to- 6 hours? oh... do they get paid by the hour or?" "do you know if they're hiring?"

it's actually embarrassing.

One day he even asked Leona and made the terrible mistake of mentioning you, "Oh what a.... yes, it's definitely a design alright! where did you get this? I'm sure my y/n would like to know!"

next time you saw Leona he was actually curious about what kind of tattoo you were getting-

Also he stopped kalim once on his way to P.E to ask about his 😭

because??? they're white??? white ink??? oh his little artist will thank him for the info!!!!

poor kalim thought he was about to get dress coded or something.

long story short he fully supports you, he doesn't really get why you want to do it but, he doesn't question it either.

Divus Crewel

One day he just asked the class about what they had planned for the future.

There were all kind of answers tbh, some wanted to work in cosmetics or acting, some wanted to open a bakery, some wanted to be teachers, and there were people in your class that were rich already-

And then it was your turn.

again, the usual.

Half your class was already asking for free tattoos.

But Crewel was quiet for a bit.

He was probably thinking about those faded, gross tattoos that covered people's entire chests or backs, with eagle designs or exes names or something like that.

"Is art school really necessary for that?" pt.2

after you defend your position 😭 he asks you how much do people pay for it.

after you tell him that it can pay bills quite well, he finally agrees that's a good path to follow 💀

would NEVER in his life get a tattoo.

But after you show him the kind of designs you want to make,

he admits that it looks very good on people, it's like their skin is a canvas. in a way.

yeah so, as long as it pays well he will support you 💀 that's it.

Mozus Trein

He already knew that you were an artist but he assumed early on that you would sell paintings at expositions and paint murals and shit like that yk, maybe even sculpt?

And he knew that you wanted to go to art school. He fully supports that alright.

but then one day you corrected him. You wanted to be a tattoo artist, actually.

Mr.Trein is very well educated in art, it's an essential part of history and he kind of expected you to be the next Dalí or smth

He's not going to tell you that it's a lesser form of art, or that you should aspire for more,

but yk, he's an old man. he definitely thought about it.

"does it pay well?" pt.2

even if you got rich by that, he's still a little worried about your future.

"People will always have skin, and they will always want to do something cool with it so don't worry, i won't run out of work!"

it came out a little weird but he got the point. it helped a little.

his mental image about tattoos is very much likes Crewel's at first, and even when you show him your designs he's still somewhat hesitant about the whole thing

then you showed him that some people got tattoos after the loss of a loved one, or some kind of big recovery, meaningful stuff in general.

and ngl it made him see it under a different light.

your dream job could actually be... important??? helpful for some people??? wow.

After that he fully supports you, he won't ever admit it but for a second he wondered if he would ever get his wife's name tattooed 😭

Still he doesn't respect people with anime characters tattooed on their forearm.

Ashton Vargas

He's actually chill about it.

"is art school really necessary tho?" pt.3

Has the same mental image as the previous two about your profession

but like, in a positive way?

the kind of man to get a tribal tattoo, or an eagle across his entire left arm, or even his mom's name inside a winged heart on his chest 😭

doesn't even ask about the money lmao

"Can I get a free one?" pt.2

he thinks it's really cool but that going to art school for it is a waste of time and money, he thinks it would be better to study with 1 professional and then work for them for a while.

he really likes your designs

and genuinely thinks you have a bright future ahead of you!

he won't do the same thing as Crowley, but since you told him he would stare at kids with tattoos too.

then he would tell you about them.

"Huh. But what if someone comes to get their butt tattooed??? would you have to do it??"

"Probably yes?"

"BUT Y/N! WHAT IF THEY FART!?"

also

"Hey but what if your client sneezes? what if they get hiccups???"

he's asking the real questions here.

but yeah, fully supports you from the start, a very solid, proud dad.

[kanmom51]

Jikook/ Kookmin (however you like to call them) masterlist Part 2

Comeback live May 2018 - Jimin-ssi

Melon 2018 & Only then

Jikook what are you doing?

Why do people not see Jikook

JK being pretty comfortable with JM

An accurate description of members interactions especially Jikook

JK’s no. 1

JK gushing over JM

Starry eyed JK

A lesson in human reactions

3J’s BTB Jikook pure happiness

The Jimin effect

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

They are happy

Jungook calling JM handsome

Enjoy Jikook bliss

Frustration - why won’t people listen to Jikook?

Young crushing JM

They are in love

JM & JK crushing 2014-15

Jikook and zero concept of personal space

JM sitting on JK’s lap

You are me I am you Seoul LY last concert

Jikook turning to each other when happy

JK’s powers of teleportation

Jikook selfie

Boyfriend privileges

JM loves his muscle pig

What would happen if Jikook would kiss on stage

There is something about Jikook

JK’s reactions when he doesn’t want to be kissed or touched

Hobi is Jikook’s no. 1 fan and supporter

Any excuse to touch hands

Jikook are just gonna keep Jikooking

Jikook on camera in a nutshell (reblog)

Just because - Only then again

Purple & Yellow

The members don’t resent Jikook

JK ain’t backing up

Someone liking the view

Jikook make each other laugh

Again with the purple and yellow

Serendipity again (JK singing ITS 2)

JK’s fascination with JM’s back side

More JK fascination with JM’s back side

The way Jikook always turn to each other during closing comments in concerts

Jikook declarations of love

Jikook and Nightmare before Christmas

Jikook - a healthy long term relationship

Jikook are in a loving gay relationship

Some people have lost the plot

Jikook key moments

Fire MV the making of - Jikook

Jikook find happiness with each other

There’s a special place for JM on JK’s back

Jikook are happy stop saying they aren’t

The JM calming effect

The 3J’s - Hobi the protector

Favourite Jikook moment every year 2013-2021

Holiday memories 2021

RB the true to life Minkook conversation coming off stage

So, what did we have?

JK split his pants - no big deal?

This moment here

The power couple

Each to their own

Cute Minkook moments

Minkook underrated moments & Minkook small things they do

Jikook over the years in Troye Sivan songs

My favourite 2021 Minkook moments

This is not what I would call brotherly affection

JK as in JM’s chair

Jikook and award shows and award show subtle moment

Jikook 2021 hugs

The way JM grabs onto JK’s clothes

Top 10 non brotherly Minkook moments

Talking about ‘Own it’ again

Jikook difference in hand sizes

Names JM & JK have called each other - reblog

Jikook gifs - moments I love to death

When you ask for Jikook karma

Those third wheeling second hand embarrassment Jikook moments

Jikook are a couple, and even though Run BTS is work they still manage to Jikook

Those “oh shit, wtf is a camera doing there?” moments

Jungkook is definitely not upset when JM spills the beans

Minkook’s behaviour is understandable in their situation

About Minkook and fanservice again

Favourite Japan Minkook moment

Jikook boxing moments

Minkook/Jikook playful moments

Jikook are lovely

Some Jimin-ssi for the soul

If they are a couple they are brave

Not interacting on IG - what does it mean?

A Jikook moment I love on a good day

Fix you - Jikook moments

Jikook subtle moments 2014-2021

JM’s birthday Vlive 2022 one more time

Jikook came home for Suga’s birthday

Jikook and Free Fire

Favourite Jikook matching hair colours

The special couple days in SK and Jikook

JK’s sleeping habits brought to us by JM

Jikook synced/ habits/ mannerisms

Jikook synced/ habits/ mannerisms - Part 2

Jikook Mic drop

Jikook being louder than ever

Are Jikook different now days?

I guess I’m in love - Clinton Kane Jikook edit

JK being JM’s copycat all the way

Jikook subtle moments

Jikook and chin touching

Jikook and hair

Jikook and ‘coming out’

Jikook boyfriends

Jikook 2022 weekend interview

Jikook 2022 weekend interview more

Moments when the members just don’t know what to do with Jikook

More of the spot the couple game

Jikook and those little touches

JK calling JM anything but hyung

Enough with the “JK doesn’t like JM” story

Jikook and the rest of BTS

JK touching JM with affection

Is that a kiss Jimin-ssi?

Jikook and talk about kisses

Did Cowey spill the tea?

BTS editors cutting Jikook moments from content

My favourite “When you’re screaming but they only hear you whisper I’ll be loud for you” Jikook moments

Jikook playing together

JK taking care of JM’s back

Jikook “what the hell?” moments

Spot the couple in the ot7 photo thread 

50 seconds straight of JK scolding JM

JK not telling us where JM’s friendship tattoo is - what does it mean?

We don’t talk anymore - Jikook

LV 2022 -  Is this post about JK’s finger heart moment?

It’s just a NJ thing 

I couldn’t help myself

Who do you think took JM’s photo?

One more of those Jikook Mysteries

Does this clip need any explanations?

JM’s magnetic powers (well on JK that is)

Just JK looking at JM

And then you have JM laughing at everything JK does

What I think about Jikook as of today (7 July 2022)

Jikook in sync

JK and JM’s butt - a special relationship

Jikook and kisses 

JK letting us know JM is cute time after time

JM and JK starring in Jin’s IG post 12 July 2022

Dispatch D’Festa BTS - Jikook

And just in case you missed it

Jikook at Hobi’s Jack in the box party

The day  they had and the selfies they shared with us. - Part 1.

The day  they had and the selfies they shared with us. - Part 2.

The different types of Jikook hugs

Melon 2018

In case you missed the W Korea Jack in the box party post

It’s back up on Poly’s IG story

Does this mean something?

And the saga continues

JM the expert with the anniversary calculator

JK finding his way to be by JM’s side - reblog

Viollina and Jikook?

More from Viollina?

Viollina again

And again Viollina

JM and JK with the lights dimmed

JM and JK in charge of the friendship tattoos arrangements

Jikook tattoos connected

JK being JM’s copycat

It’s all about the choices

Yoongi and Jikook

Same vibes?

Another oopsy Jikook moment?

The JM effect

The JM effect part 2

Something to learn from Hobi’s comment

Not every single thing JM and JK do is about them as a couple, but some of it is

Jikook and the day counting

Poly C’s autograph wall

Interesting point I came by

Jikook in photos

This is happening

Another coincidence?

Hilarious

The way I see it...(photo folios)

This is hilarious

PTD LA concert Disney+

It’s always the 2 of them

JM knowing all there is to know about sleeping JK

Again with the comparison

JK’s brother’s IG

PolyC IG 15 September 2022

Again

Jikook being partners in crime

One year ago...18 September 2021

Remember this?

These two

Jikook vibing together

7 October Tae IG story - finally we get to see Jikook together

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 1

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 2

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 3

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 4

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 5

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 6

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 7

Those JM and JK being subtle moments - part 8

Those JM grabbing JK by his clothes moments

Those times JK lowkey stood up for his boyfriend

We got the Samsung hug in HD

I miss them

Happy Jikook/Minkook/Kookmin day

TMA’s 2022 masterlist rant

Jikook in busan

Playing games - a Jikook thing

Happy new year

Let’s talk about Tae’s birthday

Jimin birthday 13 October 2022

Jungkook’s Weverse posts

Irony: A little fandom lesson

Yet to come in Busan - JK/JM photo scans

There was no fight or argument

Dynamite Holiday remix

Our matchy matchy couple

Some JinJikook love

How lucky are we?

Because we all need some cheering up

Once again with the doubting

Jikook always together

Taeyang and Suga interview - the ease JM and JK are mentioned in one breath

2023 Happy Seollial - JM/JK addition

Good night interview - Jungkook

Good night interview - Jimin

Jikook - That’s amore

JM Weverse 2 February 2023

JK's Weverse live 2 Feb 2023

JK and Vibe

3 Feb 2023 JM and JK out to kill us all

BT21 have you ever seen something so cute?

The Feb 2023 Wlives masterlist

Dates matter

JM's special necklace

Jhope in the box- Hobi once again the president of Jikook fan club

Tae’s IG story 18 Feb 2023 - Hobi’s birthday

Talking about Tae’s story for Hobi’s birthday

JK about JM being cute - AGAIN

D’Festa again

Poly keeps the Jikook vibe going

Trust in Jikook

GCFS

GCFT, GCFS the likelihood

of Jikook being just friends

TTU final Seoul concerts

TTU Jikook changeup for last Seoul concerts 2019

TTU last Seoul concerts 2019 “but I still want you” ending - Jikook

TTU on tour staging

TTU last Seoul concerts - why are the changes Jikook made so significant?

The Truth Untold LY Seoul Final

You are me, I am you

You are me I am you

You are me I am you

A little Jikook numbers and math

A little fun math

This is big

[leossmoonn]

no bc think of matt with a partner who plays music and sings omfg

like he has them play/sing for them all the time because his hearing just makes it all the much better and it fascinates him and hes so supportive if you mess up and hes so proud of you and all that jazz

WNWNEIEKE BC I SING AND PLAY PIANO, BOTH ACOUSTIC AND ELECTRIC GUITAR, AND DRUMS SK LIKE SKENENE

The first time he heard you sing he thought it was an angel. He was going to your apartment to pick you up on a date and you didn’t even realize what the time was bc you were busy singing n playing piano and stuff. And so when you see Matt standing with just dropped in your doorway, you’re horrified and so embarrassed.

“Um, sorry. I lost track of time.”

“No, please, it’s okay. You sound beautiful. I never knew you could sing and play piano.”

“Yeah,” you laugh awkwardly.

You two have been dating for 3 months and y’all don’t live together so it’s not like the biggest surprise you didn’t tell him.

“Well, let me just get ready and we can go. I’ll fast, promise.” You get up from you’re piano and scurry to your room, but Matt stops you.

“We can have dinner here,” he states.

“But we made reservations and —”

“Please? I want to hear you play,” he gives you a small smile.

“You sure? I’m not very good,” you say.

“Stop being so modest. From what I heard, you sounded amazing.”

Heat creeps up your neck and youre like “thank you.”

So basically the rest of the night is spent with Matt sitting in your desk chair and listening to you sing and play piano. You also show him your acoustic and electric guitar and play a little bit or rhythm guitar and sing for him on the acoustic, and then you play a few solos from your fav rock songs. And then you also tell him you’re classically trained in piano but you like to do the pop piano stuff too, which is where you play chords and play arpeggios and manipulate the keys and rhythm to where it sounds like the exact song.

And when you tell him you can also play a little bit of drums, he is amazed.

“Oh my god. My girlfriend is so talented! Why didn’t you share this with me sooner?” He asks.

“I’m kind of shy about it. I’m self taught in everything else but piano and voice.”

“Well, you’re very talented and I am so impressed. Your voice is so pretty. So mellow and clear. It’s heaven to my ears.”

UGH AND YOURE SO FLUSTERED RN AND WANNA JUMP OUT THE WINDOW BUT ALSO HUG HIM AND KISS HIM.

Omg he has so many videos of you singing and stuff. Like when he’s working he’ll put in his earbuds and just listen to you and jam out while he’s doing paperwork 😭💞

[just-here-for-the-moment]

I spun the wheel…

Marcus Pike. SK.

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Get ready for some extra-soffft, meet-cute, domestic fluff, Marcus Pike size kink headcanon under the cut!!

The first time Marcus saw you, he was sitting at a table on the patio of a café. He put his phone down to people-watch, and there you were… a small woman getting dragged along the sidewalk by an enormous St. Bernard.

Marcus stood up to help you, but then he realized that it would be weird to leap over the little wrought-iron railing of the café, and anyway it looked like you were getting the situation under control.

You were tiny, especially compared to the huge beast, but you planted your feet and gave the dog a firm command in your deepest, most serious voice. The dog stopped pulling and you gave it some scratches behind the ear and murmured, “Good boy,” in a sweet voice.

You double-wrapped the leash in your fist and pulled the dog close to your hip with a firm, “Stay. Be good,” before you started walking again, and Marcus realized you may be petite, but you meant business.

Something hit Marcus in the chest when you turned your head and smiled at him as you walked by. He couldn’t help but turn and watch you stride away, back straight and head held high as you led the giant dog down the sidewalk.

And then Marcus realized that he had been so awestruck by you that he hadn’t even smiled back. And he felt so down, like he had missed his chance. He debated calling out to you, to say… what? Oh God, you would think he was a total weirdo. He shook his head at himself and turned back to his coffee.

And then the next Saturday there you were again. No dog, just you and your sunny smile and a big bag of groceries slung over your shoulder in a canvas tote. And he looked up from his phone just in time to catch your eye as you walked by the cafe’s patio. And Marcus desperately wanted to say something, but all he could think of was, “Nice dog.”

And to his extreme shock and chagrin, you stopped and looked at him over the top of the wrought-iron railing; the three-foot tall section of fence that put up a society-polite barrier between the cafe patrons and the rest of the world. And you had a tiny little frown as you tilted your head to the side and said, “Excuse me?”

And Marcus wanted to die of embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it was out there now, and shit shit shit… what to do now? He recovered as best he could. “I- I saw you with a dog last week. It was a nice dog.” Marcus begged the Universe to send him a shovel so that he could dig a hole to crawl into.

But then to his surprise, you smiled wider and said, “Thanks! It’s my neighbor’s hell-beast. I’m trying to train it because my neighbors are useless. They don’t train him very well and they’re paying me to work my magic on him.”

You stuck your hand out and gave him your name. And when Marcus took your hand over the railing he loved how firmly you shook. Compared to the size difference between his hand and yours, he half-expected to crush you, but you shook hands just as confidently as you took command of huge dogs.

And then he said, “I’m Marcus.” And he was utterly confused when you threw your head back and laughed the brightest, most sparkling laugh he had ever heard. Were you laughing at him?

And you finally settled yourself enough to shake the tears from your eyes and said, “That’s the dog’s name, too!” And then you shot off into more peals of laughter and Marcus couldn’t help but laugh too.

And you didn’t have anywhere to be, and Marcus the human was pretty handsome and seemed nice. So when he asked if you would like to join him for a coffee you said, “Yes!” and flashed him the brightest smile he’d ever seen someone send his way.

And that was it for both of you - fireworks and shooting stars and lighting bolts. And so you sat for an hour and got to know each other, and the fireworks melted down into gentler fireflies and butterflies in both your bellies. And then at the end of the date he walked you home and kissed you at your door…

And now it’s half a year later and you’re wrapped in his arms in bed, and Marcus still can’t get over how tiny you are physically but how big you are in your personality and your cheer and your charm. Your big smile and your big love and the way that your passion for life dwarfs his. He thought he had a zest for life but then you came along and showed him how BIG life really was.

And he holds one big hand up and lays it flat against yours, palm to palm, just marveling at the size difference, still, like the first time you playfully put your hand against his to compare. And he can’t get over it, he just wants to hold your hand against his for the rest of his life, drinking in the sight of your smallness when compared to his own big hand.

And Marcus, sweet romantic that he is… he can’t help but start daydreaming about your future together, and what your kids would look like. And he thinks about a family photo twenty years from now, you with your arms tucked around the waist of a very tall son in his high school graduation cap and gown, and the boy has your smile and Marcus’s brown eyes and he utterly dwarfs you with his arm slung over your shoulders…

And maybe a daughter, too, a few years younger than the boy. And she has Marcus's hair and your tinkling laugh, but she shot way up in height during a growth spurt and now she’s 16 and tall like her dad and plays volleyball like a beast because she also has your won’t-back-down-from-a-challenge personality.

And the four of you are grinning into the camera with twenty years of love streaming behind you and Marcus like the wake of a boat skimming along on the water...

And then he sighs and snuggles into your neck, tucks his big legs tighter behind your small ones, spoons you closer, nibbles your ear. And he asks you if you want to go get coffee? And you do, and you always say the same thing: “I need a huge one. The biggest one they have, Marcus.”

And he smiles because there’s that big/small of you again. Your tiny hand wrapped around the huge takeout coffee that fuels your big energy, as you let Marcus the dog run to the very end of his leash out ahead of you, and let Marcus the human wrap his large hand around your waist and walk through life with you.

--- Tagging some of the petite ladies who told me they enjoyed the Dave York size kink post: @omlwhatamidoinghere @mandocrasis @pintsizemama @littlepadika @oceanablue @missredherring @studyofawearymind @axshadows

[malfoysstilinski]

can’t even pt2 | JJ MAYBANK (+SMUT)

MASTERLIST

PAIRINGS: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k 

SUMMARY: part two of can’t even. jj and y/n can’t stay away from each other after their meeting on the beach. 

WARNINGS: smut, cheating, public sex, dirty talk, drugs, domestic violence, curse words

A/N: i actually wrote another version of part two but it was REALLY angsty so i wrote this one instead. hopefully it’s okay idk

PART ONE IS HERE

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. JJ Maybank, that was-- not your actual boyfriend. The incident on the beach had happened a week ago and Rafe seemed to not even remember arranging plans to meet you that night, so you never brought up the fact that he had left you lonely. 

Lonely if fucking JJ Maybank on the beach was considered lonely. 

Regret had followed you around for days, yet somehow, at the same time, all you wanted was for it to happen again. For JJ to stumble upon you again and for your lips to meet and for his hands to roam places only Rafe should go. 

“You’re being weird,” your boyfriend mutters, lifting his beer bottle to his lips and taking a swig. 

He’d said it quietly to not draw attention to the two of you sat on the couch at a party, his friends surrounding you but talking about something else. You tense slightly when his large hand grabs your thigh and his lips press against your ear. 

“What is wrong with you?” Rafe hisses. 

You stare at his hand on you and try to convince yourself that it feels the same as it did at the start of your relationship. That you still love Rafe like you did months ago before you realised how truly fucked he was. 

You grab his hand and squeeze it, turning so your lips are inches apart from each other. “It’s nothing,” you whisper. 

You pull him in by the back of the neck and Rafe kisses you back eagerly, yanking you by the hips. You’re practically on his lap when you hear a wolf whistle from Topper, causing the two of you to pull away from each other. 

“Get a room!” Rafe’s friend howls. 

Rafe rolls his eyes and smirks. He’s about to make some witty comment about actually having a girlfriend when one of his friends you don’t recognise pulls out baggies of white powder. Rafe’s eyes practically warm at the sight of them and he pushes you away from him to lean closer to the table the drugs are going to be sprawled out across. 

“Rafe,” you wrap your hands around his bicep as you try to whisper in his ear, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friends. “You promised you were gonna try--”

“Leave it, Y/N,” Rafe huffs, “Just a line or two.”

Just a line or two. 

Rafe must think you’re completely stupid if he thinks you’d believe him. It was never just one or two with Rafe. He was a selfish and dependent person. It was never simply over with him-- he always went back for more. Always. 

You roll your eyes and stand up, drifting away from the boys who are about to snort their fathers’ money up their noses. There’s no point in trying to convince Rafe to not get high tonight. Rafe does what Rafe wants. 

You decide to go and find your favourite Cameron sibling instead-- Sarah. She was most likely around somewhere considering it was a Kook party celebrating the start of summer. Your eyes eventually landed on blond hair, but much shorter and messier. 

JJ. 

His blue eyes have already landed on yours before you can wonder what he’s doing at a Kook party. His lips tug upward into a small smirk and you notice his bottom one is split but healing. Somehow he still looks like the most handsome man at the party. 

You move closer to him unconsciously, like magnets or something. JJ has a red solo cup in his hand as he peers down at you. 

“What are you doing at a Kook party?” You ask him. 

“Invited by Kie, of course,” JJ shrugs his shoulders. “I get the best of both worlds.”

“Hm,” you release a small huff through your nose, amused. “I wouldn’t necessarily say this party is any good.”

Your tone is daring. It tells him everything he needs to know. 

“I’d have to agree,” JJ downs the rest of his solo cup and crumples it in his hand before he lets it tumble to the ground. His tongue darts out to collect the alcohol across his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

...

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss, biting your lip as JJ slides into you. 

You look down at your bodies joining together and realise JJ’s doing the same thing, groaning to himself at the erotic sight. He presses you harder against the wall of Rafe’s home and pulls out before shoving into you roughly again. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep yourself up right. 

Your dress is hiked up and your panties moved to the side. Nobody would see anything if they rounded the corner of the large house, but they would know exactly what was going on from the sounds that left both your lips and the way JJ’s hips thrusted like was on a mission. 

You felt like you were slipping, legs shaking slightly, until JJ grabbed beneath your thigh and hauled it up to his hip. You understood what he was saying and jump, letting JJ catch you with both his calloused hands. His slender fingers squeeze your ass as he remains deep inside of you, a smirk on his face at the hazy expression you wear. 

“What would you do if Rafe came ‘round the corner right now, hm, darlin’?” JJ grins with gritted teeth as he thrusts particularly hard, making you bite down on his shoulder. “Would you let me carry on fucking you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, hands moving from the back of his hair to scrape at his back, his shirt riding up with them. “Let him know I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” JJ’s eyes darken possessively. “You’re mine.”

He pulls out of you and guides you so that you’re back on your feet. His hands grip your hips and he shoves you against the wall so your cheek is pressed against it. He squeezes your ass again and then thrusts his cock inside, pinning your arms behind your back. 

You feel like you could cry from the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing, whines and moans leaving your lips that made it sound like you were shooting some over the top dramatised porno or something. 

“Look at you,” JJ breathes, one hand holding your wrists back and the other gliding his fingers down your spine. “Such a pretty body. Such a shame I can’t have it all the time.”

You whine even louder, attempting to back up against him a little. JJ chuckles darkly and grabs your hips nearly painfully. It feels good with the pleasure though, especially when one hand breaks free to reach around and rub figure eights against your clit. 

“You’re soaked,” JJ mutters. “Who are you wet for?”

“You,” you pant. “Wet for you, JJ.”

“Damn right,” he lands a harsh smack to your ass and teases your clit even faster. “Those noises you make are so pretty, baby. So pretty.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you grab at the wall. 

“Do it,” JJ orders, slamming his hips into you roughly. “Cum around my cock, baby.”

His words have your eyes rolling into the back of your head and there’s no way that nobody heard your moans. JJ fucks you through it, not quitting until your body is left jerking in the aftermath. He pulls out and you seem to know what he wants. 

You turn and kneel, opening your mouth for him and sticking your tongue out. JJ grins, blue eyes twinkling. God, you’re perfect. He jerks his cock a few more times and then groans lowly, cum spurting out and landing on your tongue, a little on the side of your lip. 

You make eye contact with him as you swallow his seed and JJ wishes he could record it or something. Especially when you swipe away the remainder of his cum with your thumb, slipping into your mouth and sucking it off.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” JJ grunts as he zips up his trousers and helps you to your feet. 

“Thank you,” you giggle, surprised you’re not as ashamed as last time. “That was... good.”

“It was?” JJ furrows his brows. “I didn’t think you’d be back after last time.”

“Neither did I,” you admit in a whisper. “But it looks like I can’t stay away, huh?”

...

“Yes, yes, yes,” you squeal as you both reach your high together. 

JJ groans loudly underneath you and you can feel his warm cum fill you up. Your eyes flutter at the sensation before you pull yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back next to the blond who was panting, staring up at the ceiling. 

“That was fucking amazing,” JJ grins as he rolls onto his side to look at you. 

The two of you had been hooking up for about three or four weeks now, not including the week you spent apart after the first time. You knew you needed to break it off with Rafe, you really did, but the boy was more concerned with drugs than you and it had gotten to the point where you were pretty sure he forgot the two of you were dating most of the time. 

Besides, you were honestly scared. Scared that if you told him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore that he would lash out and hit you... or worse. 

“I think I’m gonna do it today,” you say and JJ’s eyes light up. 

“Really?” He questions. 

“Mhm,” you look around at the room JJ spent most nights in in John B’s Chateau. “I don’t want to be that person. I hate doing this to him.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asks worriedly. 

“That will piss him off even more,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I think it’s best I handle this myself.”

“But it’s Rafe we’re talking about here,” JJ states the obvious as he sits up, pulling a shirt over his body. “He could get violent.”

That’s exactly why I’ve been putting it off, you think. 

“He’ll probably be more glad that he can snort as much coke as he wants now without me breathing down his neck,” you mutter. 

...

You stick to your word and later that night you find yourself outside the Cameron household. It’s quiet, just the family inside tonight. Sarah smiles when she opens the door to you and tells you that Rafe’s upstairs in his bedroom, so you take your time heading up the staircase. 

Please don’t get mad. Please don’t get mad. 

You knock on his door and hear some shuffling about before it opens. Your heart nearly stops when you realise Rafe’s as high as a kite. His pupils are dilated, the skin around his nose a little red and he’s breathing heavier than usual. He doesn’t even smile when he sees you, just moves aside. 

“What?” He mutters. 

“Rafe, we need to talk.”

There’s silence. Then he laughs. Rafe starts to cackle like a madman, and perhaps he is. He stops laughing after a few seconds and stares at you quite blankly. 

“Who’ve you been fucking, then?” Rafe suddenly demands, mood flipping like a switch. “Come on! Topper, is it? John B on the boat? Come on, Y/N! I’ve seen the hickies!”

“Rafe,” you cower backwards. “I think it’s best we just end our relationship here--”

“I don’t want to be with a used slut, anyway,” Rafe growls, grabbing your wrist and squeezing. 

You yelp before you rip it out of his grasp and shove him back as hard as you can by the chest. “Me? Me a used slut? You’ve cheated on me with half the tourons that come through this fucking isla--”

You’re smacked across the face next, your head flying to the side in shock. Everything’s silent aside from Rafe’s heavy breathing as he waits for your next move. You hold your cheek, pulling back finding blood on your cheek.

“Bye, Rafe,” you mutter and start to leave.  

“That’s it, then?” Rafe yells after you, sounding somewhat panicked. “You’re not gonna fight back? You’re just gonna let me do that!?”

Before you shut his bedroom door behind you, you send him a small smile and think of the blond who will be more than furious to see the growing bruise on your cheekbone. 

“Don’t worry, Rafe. You’ll get what’s coming to you.” 

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