#Frankly? Kinda lifeless lol

[eatmyscepter]

What the hell?

pairing: jack russell x gn!reader

words: 2,349

tags/warnings: fluff, first meetings, teeny bit of angst, jack being the sweetest ever, reader is a monster hunter, jack is probably ooc for most of it but it’s fine lol, kinda erased elsa from being a big part of the story sorry :(

summary: You are a monster hunter, a quite good one, and you’re invited to Ulysses Bloodstones funeral. There, you and a few other hunters compete for the ultimate prize; the Bloodstone. At this twisted funeral, you meet Jack, another hunter. But, something about him is different than the other hunters.

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Okay, let’s get this straight. You weren’t like all the rest of these monster hunters - greedy, vile, and power-seeking. No, no. But you could be if you had to be.

A lot of people have underestimated you and your abilities. Frankly, they were all wrong to assume. You always got the job done, when you had to.

Also, let’s get one more thing straight. You didn’t necessarily want the Bloodstone. You were invited to the funeral of Ulysses Bloodstone, a dramatic and powerful hunter. During the funeral, you learned that you and all of the other hunters here would be competing for the red stone. Interesting.

Really, the only reason you even came was because you wanted to keep the Bloodstone out of the hands of these maniacs. Sure, you could argue everyone in this field was a maniac, but you swore you were different. I mean, you were raised and trained to do this. What else were you supposed to do with your life?

After the speech made by the lifeless, but animated, corpse of the deceased Bloodstone, you and the rest of the hunters got out of your seats, ready to follow Verussa to the gardens. As you stood up, you looked around, trying to observe who you were up against.

Your eyes scanned the small crowd and landed on a short man, with white paint consisting of dots and lines coating the perimeter of his face. He seemed to be nervous, a bit of sweat on his forehead. He didn’t seem like he could be a hunter. He didn’t seem like the rest of these people. But to be fair neither did you, yet you have killed many monsters. You then remembered Verussa saying he had killed over a hundred monsters. Hm.

With furrowed brows, you walked over to the man. As you got closer, he looked surprised, but tried to mask it.

“So over a hundred kills, huh? That’s impressive.” The man lifted his brows, in confusion. You continued, “I’m just surprised since you don’t really look like the type to kill.. anything.” You laughed.

He smiled in reply. Then he said, “Ah, well who does look the type?” Your eyes lit up in amusement.

“Ha, you’re funny. I’m Y/N. And who are you exactly?” You asked, smirking.

“My name is Jack. Jack Russell.” He said as he started to hold his hand out for you.

You tried to hold in laughter, but failed. “Jack? Russell? Like the dog?”

Jack chuckled in reply to your questioning. “Sadly, yes.”

A silence fell on the two of you, as the laughter died down. Jack tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t. He looked up at your face. You too had paint markings on your face. Your paint was definitely different than his though; you had light blue paint curved under your eyes and cheeks. It looked absolutely beautiful with your skin tone.

“The paint on your face, is that a family thing? I’m only wondering because mine is..” Jack asked, genuinely curious.

“No, it’s not. I just think it looks kinda cool.” Jack laughed at that.

The two of you stood there for a few more seconds, smiling at each other. Both of your heads perked up when you heard Verussa telling the crowd to follow her.

“We should get going..” Jack trailed off. You nodded in agreement and the two of you started walking, following the rest of the hunters.

Eventually, you got to the entrance of the gardens. There was a table with candles and an open skull on it. Verussa directed all of you to take something out of the skull. You went second to last, a man with dark lines of paint across his face going right after you.

The older, bigger man looked over at Jacks palm and said, “Lucky bastard.” You were confused at this, but soon figured out what it meant when Verussa explained that Jack gets to go in first.

You then looked over at Jack, him looking back at you soon after. You sent an awkward smile his way, to comfort him. But, why? You guys are competing for the Bloodstone. And hell, he might even try to kill you to get it. Why were you wanting to comfort him?

You felt less foolish when he sent a smile back your way.

Jack turned around and walked away from you and the rest of the hunters to enter the gardens.

A little while later, you were able to enter the chaos filled grounds. You were a little nervous, but decided that wouldn’t be of any help and pushed the feeling down.

You advanced in the broken down gardens, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were more nervous about the hunters than the monster. Plus, the monster was weakened by the stone. However, the hunters were strengthened with the idea of calling the powerful stone theirs.

As you continued to walk slowly and cautiously around the place, you heard a noise coming from the bushes around the corner. You carefully peeked around the tall bush and saw.. Jack talking to the bush?

“What the hell are you doing?” You whispered, but still trying to get the effect of yelling.

Jack whipped around, obviously startled by your intrusion. He looked around before grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him.

As you were inches away from him, he looked at you and said in a hushed voice, “This is going to sound crazy, I know, but the monster that they have here is my friend. I’m trying to rescue him.” He said as he pulled back the leaves in the way and revealed a huge, swamp-like monster sitting in there.

You gasped, but as you started to talk, Jack covered your mouth with his hand. You furrowed your eyes in confusion. What the hell was happening?

Once he trusted you calmed down, he released his hand from covering your mouth. You smacked him on the shoulder in response.

“What the hell?! So,” you paused, “so are you even a monster hunter? How did you even get invited here?” You asked him.

“I am.. kind of.. a monster hunter.” He replied, not feeling like going in depth with any answers.

You shook your head in disbelief.

The noise of someone running in your general direction made you and Jack freeze. You stood there, wondering who it was. After a few seconds, you saw the hunter with the all white outfit pausing to look at the pair of you and the start sprinting toward you.

Jack tried to get the leaves on the bush to go back, to hide the monster. Then he grabbed your hand, beginning to run away from the tall hunter.

As you two were running, Jack spotted a small building in one of the sections of the garden. Jack let go of your hand, to open the door, and ushered you into the room. The hunter chairing you wasn’t far behind, so Jack slammed the door.

Right as he did he heard a voice that was definitely not yours say, “..door! ugh!” He turned around, wondering who it was.

Elsa Bloodstone.

You walked closer to the door, trying to get it open. Locked. Great.

You too turned toward Elsa, curious to what she was doing in here. Your eyes scanned her body, and when they got to her legs you noticed she was bleeding quite badly.

Apparently, Jack was doing the same as you. Right before you were going to say something he blurted out, “You’re hurt. Can I help you?”

Elsa put her hands up in defence, “No!”

“Okay..” Jack said, turning towards you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

You nodded at him, a soft smile on your lips. He smiled and nodded back.

The three of you stood, and sat, in silence. Uncomfortable silence. No offense to them, but you didn’t exactly want to be stuck in a room full of dead Bloodstones.

“Okay, how do we get out of here? Is there a key, axe, anything?” Jack suggested.

“Not that I’ve seen.” Elsa replied, annoyed already.

You sigh, stretching, before sitting on the dirty ground. Jack walks closer to you, doing a twirl before sitting next to you.

You look over at the man. He looks tired. You’re positive you do as well.

“So,” you start, “you and the monster are friends. How does that even happen?”

Jack smiles at your question.

“Uh, it is kind of a long story. And I can’t really tell it, right now.” He states, not wanting to tell you about himself yet.

“Oh, okay.” You say, kind of disappointed. You were extremely curious on how a man and a.. thing.. like that could be friends.

Elsa interrupted your thoughts by climbing up the pile of coffins. You and Jack looked at each other, confused by her actions.

“What are you doing?” Jack questioned.

“My dad used to tell me stories about my crazy Aunt. She was positive she would come back from the dead. And when she did,” Elsa paused her story to beat the glass from the coffin. She reached her hand in the home of her dead Aunt and grabbed anything she could find. Eventually she found something of use. Keys.

Elsa continued, showing the keys to the two of you, “she would need an escape plan.”

You smiled at her, jumping up and down in child-like excitement. Jack smiled a little as well.

Elsa climbed down from her families resting places and landed firmly on the ground. She walked over to the door and unlocked it. You turned to Jack and held your hand up, for a high five. He smirked and returned it.

The three of you stood outside of the tomb and started to make up the plan. While inside, Jack stated he didn’t want the Bloodstone. He proposed that if Elsa could help him get the monster free from this mess, he would gladly give her the stone that ran in her family. You should’ve been offended that you would get nothing from this endeavor, but you just wanted to go home and take a long, hot bath. With bubbles of course!

You guys decided that Elsa would go get Ted, while you and Jack try to explode the wall with a tiny bomb Jack had, for some reason.

As Jack was going over how to turn the bomb on with Elsa, he accidentally twisted it, causing the bomb to start beeping.

The three of you looked at each other and then scattered off, starting the plan a bit earlier than expected.

You and Jack ran off to the opposite of where Elsa was headed. You two were running towards the edge of the gardens, so when you place the bomb on the wall, Ted could run into the woods.

You finally got to your destination. Jack ran closer to the wall than you, since he was the one with the tiny bomb. He threw it at the wall and ran behind a big rock. The bomb landed in the grass.

“Shit!” Jack exclaimed.

He tried that several more times before you told him to put it in the crack that was running along the rock wall. He listened to you and as the bomb was about to go off, he grabbed your forearm and pulled you down with him, toward the large rock.

When the rock wall exploded, Ted and Elsa came running towards you. You looked politely at Ted, not wanting to make the monster mad in any way, and then nodded at Elsa.

Ted continued to walk past you and Jack, towards the opening in the wall.

Elsa spun a dark laso-type thing and screamed, “Wait!” The rope grabbed onto the Bloodstone secured on Teds back. Elsa pulled until it jumped off of the monster. Ted continued to run away.

You looked over at Jack, him beaming at everyone’s success. You grinned at the short man and turned to Elsa, surprised to she the bitter woman smiling ear-to-ear as well.

Jack walked past you and over to the stone, wanting to grab it and hand it over to Elsa since their deal was complete.

Just as Jack grabbed the red, glowing stone, it pushed him back. His body impacted the floor with a loud noise and then you heard groaning.

You and Elsa shared a glance of confusion before you ran over to Jack. You squatted down next to his injured form.

“Hey, what happened? Are you okay? Jack?” You questioned the man holding his own arms, but you only got a groan out of him.

A few other hunters ran over to the sight, and stood there, wondering what had happened.

Verussa soon followed after them, some people that worked for her coming very close after.

“Well, well..” she started, “look at this.”

Jack continued to groan in discomfort.

“The Bloodstone did this to you?” Verussa laughed.

“He grabbed it.” The tall hunter, dressed in all white said. “It threw him back.”

Verussa turned her head back to Jack, and you on the ground next to him.

“My word..” She trailed off.

Jack looked up at you in panic. You nodded your head as a way to assure him that he would be okay.

“A monster. Masquerading as one of our own.” The older woman stated.

Your eyes grew in shock. Jack? A monster? It was hard believing he was a hunter.. but a monster? That couldn’t possibly be correct.

You looked down at the man laying on the floor and raised your brows, silently asking if what she was saying was true. He looked away from your eyes.

So it is true. Jack is a monster.

Verussa walker closer to the two of you and yelled, “Desecrating our sacred night!”

Someone that worked for the woman walked closer behind you two and zapped Jack with a large taser. He yelled in pain and fear. The same person zapped you and Elsa as well.

What the hell just happened?!

notes: okay so i was planning on this only being one part but im tired and lazy, so this is gonna be two parts instead. if you enjoyed, please reblog and like! ill try to start and post the next part by the end of the week! 🫂

#jack russell #jack russell x reader #werewolf by night #elsa bloodstone #mcu oneshot #marvel one shot #moon knight #gender neutral reader #fluff #first meeting #werewolf #werewolf fanfiction #monster hunter #gael garcia bernal

[bi-vexual]

i've never seen an episode of rick & morty in my life but every time i see a screenshot or a gifset or a clipped scene somewhere i have to wonder why ~edgy adult cartoons~ are so intent on having the ugliest fucking art style you have ever seen

#I don't get it oh my god they're so visually u pleasing #And I'm not even talking about the dark muddy colors although that's part of it. All their character designs look like complete shit lmao #Not just r&m either. It's about all adult cartoons #They're visually so insanely unappealing that that alone makes me not wanna watch any of them lmao #Like who told these studios that adults don't like seeing pretty things? 😭 #Just compare something like she-ra to fucking rick n morty #Even though it's intended for kids she-ra is STUNNING. everything is so pretty and there is clearly so much love put into every frame #And character and background #Whereas with adult cartoons it straight up looks like the creators themselves hate their cartoon lmao they all look so uninspired and #Frankly? Kinda lifeless lol #Don't know it's always bothered me so much and I think that's one of the reasons why I've never watched any of the adult cartoons #If you get to draw a whole world why wouldn't you make fun designs??? You can literally draw WHATEVER YOU WANT!!! Your character can have #Anything you want! Anything!! Wings!! Horns!! Tails!! Anything lmao #And you choose Generic White Male Number 5 In A T-Shirt???? WHY JFKSFK #Like man fucking Phineas and Ferb is so much more fun to look at than big mouth jfkslgl #The only adult cartoon I actually find pretty cool looking is bojack and I still intent on watching it some day #And btw I'm completely not talking about the story that's a whole different topic #I'm just talking about anesthetics

[gojology]

Intense Healing Session.

the request :

pairing : caring! healer! fem! reader x gojo satoru hehhehe warnings : cursing, implications of seggs after sum intense kissing, pet names wordcount : 2.0k a/n : yoyo i’m back!! semi-long one for u all. cute request, anon. sorry for late delivery. pls dont rate me a 1/5 on yelp </3 hehe the title is kinda funny LOL

     You’re beginning to hate Satoru.        Surprisingly, it’s not for the reasons people dislike him- he’s a bit of a blabbermouth, never quite learned how to seal his lips just because of how important he was to the jujutsu world. Unsurprisingly, he gets away with everything because he’s attractive and crucial to defeating curses, and there’s no shame in admitting it.       People hate Satoru for his destructive personality, he’s carefree and doesn’t let anything get to him. This may be a good trait for the untrained eye, but look carefully and you’ll see just how hectic he gets. It’s manageable since you don’t have to deal with him at the level of the Jujutsu elders.       You don’t particularly hate him for this, though.       It’s the fact he puts you through so much work, for almost no reason. You’re a healer- something very important to the quaint school that you worked at. Healing abilities are often overlooked, it’s often said that if a jujutsu sorcerer can’t provide offense, then they’re not much of a jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you have little to no talent in the battlefield, so essentially you’re a meat shield to everyone.      It was a growing occurrence to see him after every business trip, slightly roughed up but not enough to kill him. He comes into the room you share alongside Shoko, almost always when she’s not there, takes his shirt off, and displays a wide variety of cuts and bruises on his back like he’s a museum. You’d scold him, asking him how he’d get such abrasions with his infinity up constantly- but Satoru would hum, unanswering while you’re working your hands on his back.      Maybe you’re overreacting- but something tells you he does this on purpose, perhaps to fuck with you, and you’re bitter about it.     So it wasn’t surprising to see him whistle a sweet tune, hands shoved deep into his uniform pockets, casually strolling into the medical attention room for the fifth time this month.    “Gojo Satoru.” you say his full name aloud, just so he knows how much you hate his presence. Turning to look at you, his face displays innocent shock, but you just know that he’s probably rolling around in the inside seeing how riled up you got just by him stepping into the room.     Drained, lifeless eyes stare back at his childish bright ones.     Gojo places a hand on his chest defensively, “Well, I’ll be, Y/N. When did you want to disrespect your senior?” he snickers before shutting the door behind him. “You mad?”      “Unbearably. Lucky I care for you.” you utter back, venom dripping in your words, you feel like you’re making a fool of yourself as you shove your lunch aside that you had been enjoying on the tiny table next to you, sighing and rubbing your temples, tugging and effectively straightening your coat. “Get on the bed, let me work my magic.”     Looking at you with a shit-eating grin, he whistles, placing his elbows against the mattress, his roughened hands caressing his cheeks. “Working your magic? I’m interested. Tell me more, Y/N. Does this involve... Getting naked, perhaps?”     Staggering, you give him a dirty glare, “Satoru! I’ve been working my ass off like every week to get you all healed up, and you dare be perverted in my-”     “No cursing, lil girl! You wouldn’t want this rubbing off on Yuuji-kun and everyone else, would you? You’d be charged with a felony!” leaving you stunned for a second time- the first time being when his lanky figure strode into the room like it was his room- you don’t even know how to respond. How could one possibly be so... Ungrateful for your work?  Well, then again the elders existed... That was besides the point, though. You’re not even sure if Yuuji knows what the word fuck or shit is.     He drags his finger lazily along the cot, drawing various shapes into existence, giving you a skeptical look. “Not gonna answer? Stumped?”     He broke through your train of thought, and you shake your head. “Satoru, I don’t know any sort of fighting jujutsu, but I will fucking pulverize you and make sure you’ll be dust by the time I’m done with y-”     Butting in, he raises his hand as a way to shut you up. “Honeybun, you’re an amazing jujutsu sorcerer, but I hope you realize why they call me the strongest of all time. If you haven’t noticed, it’s because I have a constant shield. The closest you can get to doing that is maybe poking me.”     Giving him a snooty face, you’re frankly about to push him out of the room with sheer willpower and hatred alone. It seems he realizes this, a moment of adoration flickering across his eyes before finally neutralizing. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing with you. You’re so cute when I do though, like a little... Rabid raccoon! How can I not resist?”     It’s difficult to tell if that’s a compliment or an insult, with Satoru, it could be several things. But, you’re still slightly flattered, knowing him he’d go out of his way to lengthen his insult if it was one- just another reason why you hated him. Being called a rabid raccoon was definitely not on Satoru’s top 10 utterly offensive insults.       “Shut up, Satoru. Here, take off your shirt, what did you get yourself into this time?”       He obliges with a nasty grin on his handsome features, hastily yanking off his uniform. Underneath was a very meticulously trained body, toned muscles and all. You can’t help but to also catch a glimpse of his collarbones, which were so defined it looked like it could cut your butter for your morning pancakes. You gulp, blinking, you had forgotten just how well-shaped he was in the one week you hadn’t seen him.       “No need to stare, sweetums.” he chirps, realizing your darkening cheeks. “Feed my ego any more and I’ll probably burst and my organs will decorate your walls. You can donate my body to the local college, they’ll be surprised by how top-notch they are.”       Giving him another stern, but much more sheepish gaze, he snaps his mouth shut, but a triumphant smile replaced his grin in place.      “Please, no gruesome detailing. I’d much rather my cute kitten posters.” you motion to a white cat slumbering peacefully in a basket.      “Looks just like you.” he says.      You close your eyes and pretend he’s not there, choosing to ignore yet another one of his compliments, but your heart thumps faster in your heaving chest. Heaven knows how curious your hands could get if you could see where you were touching-      “Those are my abs, Y/N. I think we’re focusing on my back.” he muses aloud in an almost teasing tone. You can already imagine how obnoxious his face is, opening your eyes hesitantly, blinking to adjust to the bright room lights. Your hands are still hovering above his abs, his gaze is upon yours, looking at you with a mix of speculation and speechlessness. Instead of his unusual smug smirk, there’s an almost coy expression on his features, which shocked you.        “How’d your hands get there? Last time I checked, abs are at the front, not the back, hmmm?”        You grit your teeth, your face flush with warmth at your sudden realization. There was no cheeky retort you could’ve possibly come up with, after all, he was right, how did your hands wander to his abs? You weren’t thinking of doing it. You weren’t interested in him either, but he was attractive. Of course you’d be too curious for your own good.. Yes, that was it..       “Your hands are still on an inappropriate place, Y/N. Except, a lil lower than last time.” he chuckles wholesomely as you jerk up, straightening yourself and clearly sweating, your arm wiping your brow and exhaling a drawn-out and awfully dramatic sigh.       “Give me a break, Satoru. I just, um, you know... Zone out.” your pitch was unconvincing, high-pitched and wavering, bringing your chances of believability to a low.      “So, this is like, the 375th time since you’ve zoned out, lil girl.” he tsks, “You’ve gotta sound convincing if you wanna fuckin lie, you know.”      “I--” you falter, now clearly a shade darker than you were just 5 minutes ago. Your heart beating so rapidly it was almost like you were running a marathon. Why was your pulse so quick? Why was everything in the room a blur besides him? Why couldn’t you focus on healing him? What was he doing to you?      “You haven’t even begun the healing process.” he murmurs, his large hands caressing your arm that was by your side. “Anything you want to tell me, pumpkin? I’m on a tight ass schedule, but I’ll let Ijichi solve that. Spit it out.”       His voice rang out high and clear amongst the hectic fight that was going inside your head, steadying your thoughts. A few moments pass by, studying him, lips moving but no words coming out. Why was it so difficult to say through the insults, you cared for him, and wanted him to be more careful? Was it because of the monster inside of you, who wanted him to get hurt, to spend his time with you, listen to his horrible compliments and giggle at the jokes he made as you worked at a snail’s pace on his back, that weren’t even funny, but was funny because of his presence in the dead room, his boyish laugh very much needed in such days of flatness?      “Satoru..” you finally muster out, his eyes flickering on you once more as he was studying the kitten poster with much boredom. “I just.. Care for you.”      “Huh.” is all he says, face falling and examining the spotless floor. “Is that all?”      Acknowledging his body language, you huff, suddenly filled with the need to defend yourself. “What else did you want me to say? I just feel like you’ve gotten yourself hurt a lot more recently and... I just, want you to be more careful. That’s all.”     “No.” he was barely audible, so you had to lean down to hear him. “No, that’s not it at all. You’re hiding something. Do you prefer me to say it?”     Puzzled, you peer at him with childlike curiosity gleaming in your eyes. What did he know about you that you didn’t? Surely, you knew all about yourself?    “You’re not that fucking dumb, are you?”     “Huh?-” you begin to speak, clearly offended, but you’re stopped.     By none other than his lips.      They’re soft, pillow-like even. A familiar warmth floods inside of you at the sudden physical contact from Satoru, except it’s amplified by 10 times. A moan slips out of your mouth, his hand against your back so suddenly you could’ve sworn it wasn’t there just a millisecond ago. His lips were mashing against yours, as if he wanted to have done this a long time ago. You hungrily push back, teasing your mouth with his tongue that slipped just barely into your mouth before indulging in you, which you thought wouldn’t had ever happened prior to this.      You grip the back of his head firmly, as if he were to escape, other hand tangled in his snow white tufts of hair. Eyelashes fluttering, heavy breathes fanning out both of your noses, your lips were sure to be swollen after this. Your tongues dueling each other, working your mouth against his. His unoccupied hands start to play with the hem of your shirt, and another moan slips out of your mouth, anxious to have progressed so far to the removal of clothing, but at this point, you’re ready for anything.    ‧₊˚✩彡.       “I don’t think Gojo-Senpai and Y/N-Senpai are just in an intense healing session.” breathed Yuuji with a terrified look in his eyes, clutching his arm that was bloodied up, his head leaned close to the firmly shut door.        Nobara looked like she was about to faint, looking at the door as if it was a several feet tall monstrosity of a curse.        “What? What are they doing in there?” Megumi knelt down to where Yuuji was, pushing his ear against the door, and immediately his eyes shot open, a traumatized look in his fearful eyes.        “What the fuck.” 

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

Noona, Do You Have a Boyfriend? | Final Part

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8.2k

Summary: Convinced that you’re bad for his friend, Minho lashes out at you, leaving you even more hurt and confused than you already were. 

Warnings: femdom, sub!jisung, sub!minho, dom!reader, slapping, degradation, bratty!minho, kinda virgin!minho, he never had his ass fucked before lol, threesome, voyeurism, lots of dirty talk as per usual, cumplay, cum and drool all over, minho getting broken, but like it’s all consensual, and the reader is attentive, even though she wants to punch him, minor aftercare, jealous!jisung, deep-throating, pegging, fingering, minho is a mess, this fic is a mess, and I gave up proof-reading it so yes

You miss Jisung.

He’s been avoiding you ever since your movie night, hurt by your rejection. You wanted to respect his decision, you really did, but you feel like shit not being able to see his smile every single day like you used to. It was like your morning cup of coffee; sure, you could survive without it, but then you’d be dull and lifeless the whole day and what’s the point in that? You miss hearing him laugh, his adorable little giggles, so boyish and carefree, they make whatever was troubling you seem trivial. He never smiles at you anymore… and your days have been significantly less bright for it. The only thing that breaks the ominous gloom that has taken over your life are the ripples of lightning that flash in his eyes whenever your eyes accidentally meet, the pain still fresh in his mind.

You’re at your wit’s end by now. Even if it’s selfish, you’ve decided that you’re not gonna take this any longer; you’re gonna go to him. To say or do what? You don’t know. All you know is that you can’t take being without him any longer.

With each step you take towards him, your world gets a little brighter, a sliver of sunlight shining through the dark grey clouds. You feel good about this. You can almost feel the warmth seeping through your skin…but then a terrible storm comes between you, blocking the heavens out of sight.

Minho appears out of nowhere—or maybe he had been there all along, and you just hadn’t noticed, too busy staring at your sunshine boy. He grabs you without a word, and drags you away.

“What are you doing?” You panic, whipping your head around you to see a confused Jisung watching Minho lead you out of the practice room.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.” He cautions as soon as you’re out of earshot, dark and unforgiving. “I’ve just barely gotten him to stop moping around because of you. I won’t let you destroy all the progress we’ve made so back off and let him move on.”

Oh. So apparently you weren’t that slick about your intentions. Minho must’ve noticed the longing glances you’ve been throwing at Jisung and the way you’ve been hovering around lately, nervous and trying to build up the courage to talk to him, something that Minho seems intent on preventing.

“Shouldn’t he be the one who decides if he wants to move on or not?” You bristle, feeling threatened by the boy who wants to take your sunshine away. You could feel your heart shrivel up at the thought that Jisung could move on from you so quickly. That—if it were up to Minho—another could be basking in the warmth that is him while you’re left behind, the only thing keeping you company is the memory of the sunlight on your skin.

Why does Minho want to hurt you like that? What did you do to him to deserve something so cruel?

“You know he won’t. He’s too sweet for his own good and that’s what you’re counting on, isn’t it?”

“Why are you talking to me like it’s my plan to hurt him? I care about him, believe it or not.”

“I don’t. Not after I’ve watched him bend over backwards to get you to like him when you’ve been nothing but a frigid bitch to him.”

“So you just expect me to reciprocate the attention of anyone who shows interest in me? Don’t I have the right to think about it? Matter of fact, have you ever considered that it’s his eagerness that put me off in the first place? Not everyone has their feelings on eleven, and some of us need some time before we can let someone in.”

“So what, you’re saying you like him now?” He sneers flippantly, mocking you.

“Maybe I do.” You mutter, fidgeting under his accusatory gaze.

“Maybe is not good enough. You said it yourself, Jisung feels too much. When he loves someone, he gives them his all, and he needs someone who can give their all to him as well, and let’s not kid ourselves, that person isn’t you. If you really cared about him then you’ll stay away from him. He can get over you if you back off now, but if you let him get too involved then decide you can’t handle him after all, it would crush him.”

“What if he hurts me? Why do you assume that I’d be the bad guy here?”

“Frankly, I don’t care if he hurts you. He’s my friend. He’s the one I care about.”

“Wow, thanks—”

“I’m serious.” He cuts you off, not caring to hear what you have to say. “Don’t fuck with my members. They’re my family. You don’t deserve him so just step aside and let him find someone who can love him like he needs.”

“I get it. You don’t like me. You don’t have to be such an asshole about it.” You retort, trying to act like his flippantly cruel comment hadn’t cut you up inside, but the mirthless chuckle doesn’t make it past your constricting throat and your eyes fill up with tears that you refuse to shed in his presence.

“I’m gonna… yeah.” You spin on your heel just before the first droplets break off, and scurry away.

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Waking up with a groan, you blindly throw your arm out from under the blanket and feel for the source of the noise that had ripped you away from your slumber at this undoubtedly ungodly hour. When your hand encounters the loathsome object, you bring it to your ear and answer it without even checking to see who was calling—and not caring to in your enthusiasm to curse them off for waking you up.

“I swear to god if this is not about someone dying—”

“Noona…” You almost miss the small voice over your own anger, stopping you in your tracks. You shoot up, all sleep suddenly leaving your eyes as you clutch the phone in both hands as if you can physically keep the other person on the line that way.

“Han?!”

“Did I wake you up, noona?” He asks dumbly, but your anger was suddenly nowhere to be found.

“No, nooo, I was already up…getting some water.” You wince at your stupid lie. It was obvious he’d woken you up. A quick glance at the clock tells you it’s three in the morning and your voice sounds like that of an eighty year-old man suffering from chronic lung disease, but you’re not about to tell him that. Shaking your head, you try to brush off the stupid. “Anyway, what’s up?”

What’s up? Apparently the stupid was more deeply ingrained than you thought.

“Oh, I… umm, I’m in the studio and I’ve been working on this song that… is just kicking my ass, you know? And…um,” He trails off into an awkward silence, the likes of which you haven’t experienced since middle school.

Was he waiting for you to finish his thought? You hope not because you had no idea where he was going with this. Was he looking for a pep talk or something? Oh god, what were you supposed to tell him? You weren’t prepared for this.

A frustrated sigh cuts off your panicked musings.

“I’ve told you before how you’ve been like a…a muse to me—oh god, that sounds so dumb and cheesy but it’s true, and without you around it’s just—”

Another deep sigh and a long pause. You can practically feel him telepathically willing you to understand what he needs but you were slow from sleep and your ability to figure out what he wanted without using words had gone rusty from disuse.

Still, the silence was suffocating so you decide to take a shot in the dark. “Do… do you want phone sex?”

“No! What? No!” He squeaks in that adorable panicked voice of his and despite the weird situation, it puts a smile on your face.

“Can you just come to the studio?” He ventures wearily, “Not to hook up or anything! I think I just… need you near me.”

You gasp at his confession. You’ve only dared to wish for something like this in your dreams, the time and distance that grew larger between you with each passing day having all but left you hopeless that he’d want you back.

Misinterpreting your reaction, he hurries to apologize, “I’m sorry. I know it’s a lot to ask and you probably don’t want to see me—”

“It’s not!” You cut him off, scared he’d hang up before you even had a chance to speak for yourself. “I want to see you, Han. I’ll be there soon.”

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

The big studio feels suffocatingly small with just the two of you inside, all the baggage you two have been carrying over the months taking up too much space for you to comfortably breathe. You needed to cast them away but you’re not sure how.

“So…what are you working on?” You valiantly, and awkwardly, break the loaded silence, startling Jisung as if he hadn’t expected to hear you speak.

Clearing his throat, he turns towards the control board and fumbles with the buttons. “Let me show you.”

He gives you no further instruction so you just stand there awkwardly for a few seconds before going ahead and grabbing one of the extra chairs and pulling it up to sit beside him.

“This is the song I told you about.”

As the song starts playing, he stares ahead, chewing on his bottom lip and not checking to see your reaction. When his voice comes on, he blushes a little. “This is just the demo. The finished version will have a much better vocalist like Woojin-hyung or Seungminnie to sing it.”

“I like your voice, Han.” You answer without thinking, but it’s true. Jisung may not be the main vocalist but you like the tone of his voice regardless. “I think it’s, um, sweet.

“You don’t have to flatter me, noona.”

“I’m not.” Your firm tone makes his eyes automatically look over to you. “I like it, ok?”

“Ok.” He bites his lips and looks straight ahead once again.

When the song finishes, he asks for your opinion.

“I like it…” You start, hesitating.

“But?”

“But I feel like it’s missing something.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” He exclaims, pressing his fingers against his temples in frustration. “But I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is.”

“I don’t know.” You mumble, stressed that he’s looking at you like he expects you to have an answer. “You’re the producer.”

“I know. I’m just frustrated and tired.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “I’ve been working on it for so long but it’s still not right.”

“Why don’t you take a little break? Maybe it’s not working out because you’re forcing it.” You suggest.

“A break? Like do nothing?” He cocks his head at you, a little confused frown on his face as he considers your words, seeming as if the thought had never crossed his mind before.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, ok.” He blinks and leans back in his chair, his frown intensifying as if he’s hearing about the concept of relaxation for the first time in his life.

As cute as he looks right now—and he looks gosh darn cute with that kissable pout on his lips and the way he had tugged his legs against his chest, looking so tiny—you realize that you need to distract him before his mind goes haywire from overthinking.

“Or you could show me some of your other work?”

His eyes snap up to you, wide and excited at the proposition. “You wanna hear more of my stuff?”

You smile gently at him, assuring him that, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

The awkwardness dissipates soon after that, as he—at first self-consciously, and then proudly—shows off his work to you, swelling up with each word of praise you profess to him, and you, in turn, swell up with a special kind of pride you’ve never felt for anyone before, a feeling that made you want to proclaim to the world that ‘Yeah, that’s my baby, right there. Isn’t he wonderful?’

You’ve always known that Jisung was gifted, but to get to see him in his element like this, his talent in its rawest form, was an experience you never knew you needed. He was so passionate and genuine about his work, it honestly made you a little teary-eyed.

“Wow, you’re really good at this stuff.” You conclude stupidly, having spent a couple of hours in the studio by now, just listening to some of his tracks and discussing where he wanted to take his music and what he wants to tell through it. You felt woefully under-prepared to even be a passive party in such a technical discussion, but Jisung insisted that talking to you helped him sort out his thoughts and come up with a bunch of ideas on how he might fix that track that has been causing him trouble.

“Thank you, noona.” The sweet boy blushes despite your less than graceful compliment. “I actually thought that maybe I could become a producer if this whole idol thing hadn’t worked out.”

“You’d be an amazing producer! Actually, whatever you would’ve chosen to do, I know you would’ve been amazing at it.” You gush with conviction. Maybe you were biased but you just know that your sunshine boy was talented enough to succeed at whatever his beautiful heart desired.

And through your stormy world, the sun shyly peeks behind the clouds as he smiles at you. Not just any smile, your smile, the one you’ve been aching for all this time, and you can’t help but stare, enraptured by it like a second sun had appeared in the sky.

But before you could soak up the light, it gets eclipsed by the gloom once again.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Jisung whispers, hunched over with his arms resting on his thighs, his gaze set on his twiddling fingers, avoiding your own.

“What?” You blink, the remnants of the light scattering from your eyes.

“I thought that maybe you’d miss me like I was missing you… but I guess you were right about me being dumb.”

“You’re not dumb!” You shoot out of your seat and stand over him, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “I did! I missed you so much!”

“But you never tried to contact me.” He breathes you in, and for a second, he gets lost in all that you are—your smell, the light in your eyes, the warmth of your hands, all the things that he had missed so dearly. He’s so busy soaking it all up that it startles him when your hands fall from his face to swing limply at your sides, breaking the spell.

“I did try but…”

“But what?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you recall what Minho had said. You don’t deserve him. His words rang in your ears like thunder, feeling truer now than they ever did after what you’ve witnessed today.

“Nothing.” You shake your head, embarrassed to admit the truth. You’ve never been this unsure of yourself. Not because of Minho—he could go fuck himself as far as you were concerned. But this was the first time you’ve been so completely enamored with someone like this. People tend to inflate their lover’s worth and you were no exception; to you, Jisung deserves the best, and you feared that you weren’t that.

Reclaiming your hands, he tugs on them gently, pulling you onto his lap. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Despite the firm grip he has on your hands, his soft glittery eyes give him away. He was begging you to say something that would assuage his pain, to prove to him that you wanted this as much as he did and that the delay had been out of your hands.

You could do that. You could give him that much.

“Minho told me to stay away.” You confess, heart heavy and fearful that the words would be like a wake-up call to him, and he would realize that he deserved better after all. “He said that you deserve someone who could love you as much as you love them and that I’m not that person.”

At the uncharacteristically livid look on Jisung’s face, your anxious mind bungee jumps to conclusions, figuring that he must think that you’re lying to set his best friend up. You don’t even realize that you’ve started crying until you feel Jisung’s fumbling fingers wiping at your cheeks, trying to keep the tears at bay,

“Oh my god, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, noona. I’m going to kill him for doing this to you. I swear I will.” It would be a hard feat to take any death threat from Jisung seriously, but it’s even harder to when panic dilutes any edge his anger may have had. “Wait… is that why he pulled you out of the practice room that one time?”

You nod, pouting childishly as you remember the incident.

“That fucker! He told me that you were just trying to hook up with me and that’s why he stopped you!” He fumes, but yet again, his anger is quickly cut off by doubt and insecurity, “…you didn’t only want to hook up, right?” He asks, unsure.

“No!” You yell, frustrated beyond belief by how unnecessary all this heartache was, all because of his bitch of a friend. “Would I be here in the middle of the night, listening to your dumb songs for hours if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

“Hey! My songs aren— wait, you have feelings for me?”

“Do you think I sing A Whole New World with just any random dude?”

He bites his lip and tries to suppress his smile, but that only emphasizes his squirrel teeth, making you curse as you feel your heart leaping in your chest. Fuck, so cute.

You realize that you’ve said that out loud when he blushes and smacks your shoulder playfully, his teeth untangling from his lip to let his smile grow wide and unrestrained. “I want to hear you say it.”

You roll your eyes, “I like you, you dumbass.”

You had hardly finished saying it before you’re pulled into an enthusiastic kiss. “Then forget about what my dumb hyung said.”

“But what if he’s right? What if I can’t love you enough?” You fret, still unsure.

“Impossible. With just one call, you come running here, leaving your cozy bed behind to listen to my dumb songs without even the slightest prospect of getting dicked down? You’re whipped, noona.”

You smack him playfully, and yet you still can’t quite let it go. “What if I hurt you?”

“Isn’t that how all relationships go? Either you stay together or you break up.”

“You’re being super wise right now, it’s disturbing.” You pout, wrapping your arms around his neck and smothering him with chaste little kisses.

Impatient, he grabs your face and captures your lips in a real kiss. “You’d be surprised what my brain is capable of when not all my blood is flowing to my boner.”

You throw your head back laughing, finally starting to feel like things are going to be okay for the first time in a long time. “I love you my dumb, wise baby…”

“Oh, and Minho will pay for this.”

Jisung buries his face in your neck, chuckling lightly. “I’m already on it, babe.”  

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Checking your phone, you take note of the time; Ten thirty. That means you had kept them waiting for almost 20 minutes now.

This was all part of Jisung’s plan to make his hyung “atone” for trying to sabotage your relationship—bringing him into your bedroom so you can fuck him up like he almost fucked you guys up, and if that happened to also satisfy his long-held fantasy of getting to see you fuck another guy in front of him... Well that was just the cherry on top for him, or so he claimed.

You knew just how thirsty he was for this, the weeks leading up to tonight filled with a whiny, impatient Jisung pestering you about why he can’t just bring Minho over already and accusing you of prolonging his wait just to torture him. And maybe you did, but it’s nothing he can prove.

Deciding to finally have mercy on him, you give yourself one last look in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place and that the red robe you wore covered your bare body properly before you head out of the bathroom door and step out into your bedroom.

Immediately, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the scene in front of you.

Minho had your boyfriend pinned under him on the bed, both their clothes in a pile on the floor and their dick rubbing against each other as Minho grinded down on him.

Small moans escaped Jisung as he struggled against the hold Minho had on his arms, pinning them against the bed as he devoured the younger boy’s neck. You haven’t even started yet and they were already misbehaving. You had told them clearly to not touch each other while you were getting ready but apparently you should’ve never trusted these two.

Whatever, you’ll teach them to not disobey you again.

Taking your phone out of the robe’s pocket, you open the app that controls the plug you had put inside Jisung’s ass earlier and turn it on, causing the boy to suddenly yelp out and whip his head towards the bathroom door where you stand, freaking out when his eyes land on your unimpressed face.

“I tried to stop him, noona.” He attempts to justify his actions but you shush him, walking further into the room. “Sure, you did, brat. You know, I’m doing this whole thing to satisfy your sick fantasy, right? And yet you can’t even follow one simple instruction, can you?”

You turn the speed up a notch, making Jisung jolt a little in Minho’s grasp. “Ah, fuck, noona! I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” You turn it up even higher.

Curious as to what’s happening, Minho pushes off the boy, cocking his head to the side as he takes a second to realize what has suddenly gotten the younger boy so riled up. His suspicions are confirmed when he pulls Jisung’s thighs apart to see the diamond-shaped bottom of the plug glimmering between his cheeks. Pressing on it, he pushes the part that had slipped out because of Jisung’s squirming back in, making the boy gasp and his fingers clutch at the sheet desperately.

“Hmm, cute. So this is what Jisungie has to make do with. How sad.” He sneers, fucking the toy in and out of him a few time before taking it out and throwing it to the ground at your feet. “It must kill you, that you don’t have a real cock to fuck him with, right?”

“But I do have one.” You retort easily, not missing a beat, and he frowns at you in confusion, flinching just a bit when you reach a hand out towards him. But he doesn’t stop you as your hand wraps around his hard dick and gives it a sharp stroke that has him involuntarily thrusting forward in your fist.

“It’s right here. As long as you’re in my bed, every part of you belongs to me.” You drawl, continuing to languidly stroke him. “Even your pretty little dick.”

Taking your hand off his again, you don’t miss the quiet hiss he lets out at the loss of stimulation. “Now fuck him well and don’t you dare disappoint me.” You deadpan, sitting down on the bed in front of them and looking at them expectantly.

Turning to Jisung with misplaced anger, he manhandles the poor boy, flipping him onto his stomach then grabbing him by the hips to push his ass in the air, allowing him to easily line up his dick with your boyfriend’s stretched out hole. He looks you right in the eyes as he orders him, “Beg for it, baby boy. Beg me to ram my cock inside you and fuck you like she can’t.”

Jisung hesitates and you can see the conflict on his face as he contemplates whether to obey Minho and piss you off or not obey him and piss him off. Impatient, Minho lands a harsh smack against the younger’s ass. “Beg or I’m not fucking you.”

Whimpering and already much too excited and desperate, that is enough to make up Jisung’s mind. “Please, fuck me, hyung. I’ve missed your cock so much.”

“Yeah? Why, baby? Does she not fuck you?” Minho goads, pushing just the tip of his dick inside the boy.

“She does, but it’s not the same. Your cock feels so much better, hyung.” Jisung throws his head back, moaning theatrically as Minho bottoms out inside him.

“Good boy.” Minho smirks at you as he puts his hands on Jisung’s slim waist and starts moving him over his length, fucking him slowly.

You roll your eyes at the two boys acting out, thinking they’re actually doing something there. You watch as Minho makes Jisung fuck himself on his dick instead of thrusting into him, moving the younger boy ever so slowly over his cock as he stares you down with an arrogant smile, knowing that you want to see him ruin Jisung, but choosing to tease you instead.

But two can play at this game.  

Loosening up the knot that held your robe closed, you slowly pull the fabric apart over your chest until it slides off your shoulders, exposing your breasts and hard nipples to their hungry eyes. You play with them, taking your time as you massage your breasts and lightly run your fingers over your nipples, only allowing the softest moans to slip from your lips, each one riling the boys up more. You smile as Minho unconsciously starts fucking the boy under him while Jisung lets out whimpering little moans, needing you both to stop teasing him.

“Noona, please spread your legs.” Jisung whines, eyes focused on the way your legs were rubbing together because of your own hands on your chest.

“You want me to expose myself to your hyung, baby? Don’t you have any shame? Wanting him to see what any other man would fight to keep to themselves?”

Jisung whines again and reaches out to push your legs apart himself. You act as if he took you by surprise, letting them get a glimpse of your pussy before you snap your legs shut and slap your boyfriend across the face. “You little pervert!”

He draws back and whimpers, pushing his ass against his hyung’s crotch and moaning out wantonly as the movement suddenly pushes Minho’s entire length inside his ass, the tip of it hitting his prostate.

“You want to see my pussy that bad?”

He nods, watching your hand snake between your legs to cover your crotch before you spread them open, your hand inconveniently covering your heat. “You want to show your hyung what you’ve been getting all this time?”

You grind the heel of your hand against yourself, the stimulation crude but arousing nonetheless, and you let out soft little moans.

“Yes, noona, please! I want to show him your pretty pussy.”

You giggle at your boyfriend’s pleas and start pulling your fingers off one by one, until the only thing standing between their hungry eyes and your glistening pussy is your middle finger that was still placed over your slit.

“But I don’t know if I he deserves to see.” You pout sadly, continuing to tease them, rubbing your finger up and down your slit, which proves to be too much for Minho who finally snaps. “For fuck’s sake, just show us your pussy!”

“Ah, hyung—” Jisung attempts to warn him but it’s too late, you clamp your legs shut and tie your robe back up. “I see where Jisung gets his brattiness from. That’s too bad. I was going to let you eat me out.”

Tauntingly, you brandish your soaked fingers in their faces, making a show of rubbing them together then pulling them apart so they’d see the thick strings of arousal that stretch between them.

Jisung cries out, pleading you for a taste, and you even see Minho lick his lips in anticipation. So you reach your hand towards him as if you’re going to let him have a taste, but just as he opens his mouth to take your fingers in, you drop your hand and wipe your fingers on the sheets.

“Bitch.”

“Oh honey,” You lean up close to his face, your words dripping condescension. “You’re the only little bitch here, and I’ll prove it to you soon enough.”

You can see that the threat gets to him as he stops fucking Jisung to warily watch as you get off the bed to retrieve the box you had prepared beforehand.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep fucking him.”

But he can’t and his eyes remain on you as you get the box and settle back down on the bed, this time behind him. Craning his head back, he sees you taking out a bottle of lube and slathering some of it on your middle finger.

“What are you going to do?” He turns back towards you with panic in his eyes.

“What do you think? I’m going to finger you open so I can fuck your pretty ass.”

“What? You’re g-gonna fuck me? But I thought…”

“You thought what, that you’d be the one fucking me?” You sneer, making him flush with embarrassment and stare back ahead to avoid your sharp gaze, but you grab him by the jaw and force him to face you again. “You think I’d let your pathetic little cock anywhere near my pussy?”

Taking one of his hands in yours, you guide it between your legs, and he gasps out as he feels your wetness. “Did you really think you deserve to fuck this pussy?” You condescend, pushing his fingers inside you and letting him feel your tight heat around him.

“N-no.” He whimpers, fingers twitching as he tries to hold himself back from moving them.  

“No.” You confirm, ripping his hand away from you.

As you push him down on top of Jisung and line your finger with his entrance--ignoring the way your boyfriend glares back at you for squishing him under the older boy--Minho squeaks out, “Wait!”

“What now, brat?”

“I’ve… I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“What?” For the first time, you panic, and practically jump back.

“I’ve fingered myself before!” He quickly adds in when he sees the worry in your eyes, “I just have never been…uh… you know.”

“Fucked?”

“Yeah.” He stares dead ahead once again, too embarrassed to look at you.

“If you’re uncomfortable with it then that’s fine. You and Jisung could just keep fucking and we’ll end it at that.” You say, trying to convey to him that he completely had a choice in this and you would never do something he was uncomfortable with. Yes, this was his “punishment” and you weren’t exactly happy with what he had tried to do to you and Jisung, but you would never force anything on him.

“No, I want to try.” He mumbles quietly.

“What?” You prod, having heard what he said but needing him to say it loud and clear, not just to confirm that he was okay with this but because it was so sexy watching the hyper-bratty boy acting so shy.  “If you don’t speak up and say what you want clearly, I won’t give it to you.”

His head snaps back towards you, scared you’d follow through on your threat, and he was way too horny to stop now. “I want it.”

Smirking, you press your lubed up finger to his hole, not pushing it in yet but just rubbing against it. “What do you want?”

“You know what.” He grunts, hips tensing with the effort to not push back against your finger.

“Jisung baby, is this how a good boy asks for something?”

“No. Good boys beg for treats.” Jisung’s voice was strained with need as he wiggles his hips, his dripping dick pressed against his abdomen and the sheets as Minho’s weight lies on top of him, but doesn’t try to rush the both of you, understanding that this is a sensitive moment.

“You heard him, kitten. Beg.”

You can tell from the way his jaw clenches that he wouldn’t give in even before the insolent words come out of his mouth. “Fuck you.”

You smile menacingly, “Gladly.”

You push your finger inside of him, not too suddenly so as not to hurt him but quick enough to make him ache. “Just wait until I’m done with you. I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”

Minho grunts in disapproval at your words but he doesn’t protest as your finger starts exploring his tight ass, rubbing inside him in tight little circles, searching for the spot that would have him keening.

“I’m surprised you’ve never been fucked before. With the way you act, I would’ve guessed that someone would’ve already gotten sick of your shit and fucked you straight. God knows it’s all I could think about whenever I hear you run your bratty little mouth.”

“Don’t think too highly of yourself. This doesn’t even feel go–oh!” He tried to shoot you down but he embarrassingly fails when he feels your finger brush against his prostate, quickly silencing his retort.

“Shhh… that’s a good boy.” You jeer, pressing a firm hand to the small of his back to keep him in place as you start pumping your fingers, not wanting him to get ahead of himself. You can practically feel his body humming underneath you.

It doesn’t take him long to ask for more. “Fuck, go faster.”

“What’s the magic words, princess?” You mock.

“I ha-ate you.” He stutters, making you laugh. “I hate you too, darling, but those are not quite the words I’m looking for.”

When your finger is easily thrusting in and out of him, you pull it out to squirt more lube onto it, covering your index finger along with it too then pushing them both inside of him, smirking at the way he braces himself against the stretch and knowing that he’ll be feeling good again in no time.

And sure enough, he’s soon mewling and squirming in your grasp as he unconsciously fucks the boy underneath him, his hips thrusting down with each push of your fingers against his prostate. Jisung was whimpering under him, enjoying the erratic way Minho was drilling into him was making his own dick grind against the sheets.

“That good, huh?” You drawl at the two boys.

“So good.” Jisung whimpers, but Minho still can’t get himself to give in.

“Shut up—AH!” He throws his head back, moaning out.

“I think he’s gonna cum soon, noona.” Jisung warns you, “I can feel him twitching inside me.”

“Oh no, he won’t.” You declare, pulling him up so his dick slips out of Jisung, both of them crying out in frustration, but Minho’s whining was significantly louder, not used to your teasing the way Jisung was. You smirk as you force him to sit back on his heels and wrap a hand tightly around the base of his cock to staunch his release. He was so close to breaking now.

“Grab the cockring from the box, baby.” You tell Jisung, and Minho kicks up a fuss as the younger boy slips out from under him, struggling in your arms. “No, no, I don’t want it!”

You exchange an amused look with Jisung as he hands you the cockring. “He really thinks he gets to have a say in this. What a silly kitten.” You laugh, putting the ring on him anyway. “There, now it’ll be much harder for the little kitty to misbehave.”

You push him back on his hands and knees, ordering Jisung to get the strap and put it on you. He excitedly obeys, buckling it up for you and even putting lubing it up, impatient to finally see you fucking his hyung.

“Good boy.” You cup his face and give him a sweet kiss, then, in a hushed voice so Minho wouldn’t hear, you ask, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Right away, Jisung smiles and nods, kissing you once again and letting out a muffled “yes” against your lips before he excitedly pulls back in order to watch.

Turning your attention back to Minho, you make sure he’s alright too. “I’m going in, kitten, okay?”

“Do it.” He grits, this time unable to hold back the slight way his ass pushes back against you.

Assured that they’re both completely on board with this, you get back into character. Lining the strap-on with his ass, you start pushing the fake dick into him slowly. He whimpers with each inch of it that slides into him and when it’s all the way in, he lets out a long sigh. You remain still for a while as he adjusts, and then for a little while longer just to see him squirm and try to get you to start fucking him.

“You’re so stubborn, kitten, but your body betrays you.” You tease, finally moving your hips. Minho moans quietly as your cock drives into him, bashful little noises he can’t control as his pleasure easily builds up again because of your prolonged teasing.

Shuffling up the bed so he’s kneeling in front of Minho, Jisung hooks a finger under the older boy’s chin to lift his face up towards him. He clearly likes what he sees on his hyung’s face because he bites his lip and his other hand slithers down his body to tug at his own cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, hyung?” Jisung asks, but it seems like he wasn’t interested in getting an answer because as soon as his hyung opens his mouth to speak, Jisung pushes his thumb inside and presses down on his tongue.

You don’t fail to notice the hungry way Jisung was regarding Minho as he struggles to mouth his words despite the obstruction. You knew what your boy wanted, and he was long overdue to get his reward anyway.

“Go ahead, baby, use his mouth.” You inform Jisung and grab onto Minho’s hair to keep his head up and his mouth level with Jisung’s cock. “Since he interrupted you so rudely earlier.”

“Thank you, noona!” Jisung gushes, paying no thanks to the person who is actually going to have his dick in his mouth because at this point--just like you had told him earlier--Minho was just a toy for you to play with your boyfriend with. As long as he was in your bed, his body was yours to do with as you please, and right now it pleases you to see him choking on Jisung’s dick.

But Minho still resists, and when Jisung presses the head of his dick against his mouth, he refuses to let him in. Unfortunately for him, Jisung was too wound up to entertain his defiance, and he promptly grips his hyung’s jaw and digs his fingers into his cheeks, pucking his lips open and shoving his length between them and into down his throat.

A loud moan tears out of his own throat when he feels Minho choke around his length, but his pleasure is marred by guilt and he forces himself to pull out in order to allow Minho to breathe. You don’t let him though, quickly stepping in and using the grip you had on Minho’s hair to push his head back down Jisung’s cock because, unlike Jisung, you don’t feel sorry for the older male at all. You hold him like that for a couple of seconds as he struggles to breathe through his nose that was nestled in Jisung’s crotch.

“Don’t be nice to him, Sungie. He tried to break us apart. Use him however you want.” You grunted, finally let Minho go.

Mercifully, Jisung gives him a few seconds to clear his throat, coughing and spluttering violently, before he replaces your grip with his own and pushes his length back inside his hyung’s mouth.

The sight of Jisung holding Minho by his hair and fucking his mouth like that reminds you of the time he did the same thing to you, holding you down with his cock sheathed down your throat. You had to admit--seeing it happen in front of you--you get why it turned him on so much back then, and the lewd sounds of Minho gagging and slurping around Jisung’s cock only works you up further.

Picking up the pace, you try to match your thrusts with Jisung’s, the both of you brutally fucking the poor boy whose moans get louder and garbled like he’s trying to tell you something. Too far gone in ecstasy, Jisung doesn’t notice but you do. You push Jisung back a bit, making him whine as you stop his abuse of the other boy’s throat so you can ask him what he wants.

“I want to cum.” He splutters hoarsely, drool falling down to the sheets as he coughs.

“Still not how you ask. Do you want to try again?” You wait for him to beg, but he still resists. “No? Alright. Jisungie, do you want to cum, baby?”

“Yes, please, let me, noona!” It’s easy for you to make Jisung beg, yet you still look at him with adoration and pride every time he does it.

“Okay, but I want you to do it on your hyung’s face. Want you to cover his pretty face with your cum. Can you do that for me, love?”

“Fuck, yes, noona.” Jisung bites down harshly on his lip, his hand immedietly going to his dick and pumping it furiously as he watches you continue to fuck Minho.

“I think he wants it, noona. His tongue is practically hanging out of his mouth.” Jisung teases the older boy whose face was mere face inches from his red and swollen dick. “Ready, hyung?”

When Jisung cums, it lands all over Minho’s face, covering him with his sticky seed and joining his drool to drip down onto the mattress. With a final grunt, the last spurt of cum lands on Minho’s cheek. Reaching out a hand, Jisung smears his cum all over Minho face, watching with ecstasy-laden eyes as his hyung shudders with need under his fingertips.

“I can’t—shit… please, please, please, ah, don’t stop, p-please, god… cum-ah...” Minho blabs, barely coherent as the need seizes his brain and pushes out every last bit of pride. He had finally broken.

Satisfied, you pull Minho up into a sitting position and give Jisung the go ahead. He quickly grips Minho’s cock and jerks him off in much the same way he did his own cock seconds earlier.

“Come on, hyung, cum for us now.” Jisung coos at him, but Minho doesn’t give in yet, scared that this was a trick somehow. Turning his head to look back at you, he looks to be on the verge of crying. “Please.”

Wow, you had really done him in.

Chuckling, you reassure him that he can cum. “Don’t worry, kitten. You can cum. You’ve done such a good job so go ahead, baby. Cum.”

Giving him the final push he needs, Minho lets the powerful orgasm Jisung’s hand and your strap-on give him, letting out loud sobs as he shakes and clutches onto Jisung’s shoulders, his cum painting your boyfriend’s stomach white and dripping down to his cock.

When you pull away to take off the strap-on, Minho slumps down into Jisung’s arms, the younger boy holding him in his embrace and awkwardly running his hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe his overwhelmed hyung despite him not having any experience in the aftercare department.

“There, there.” Jisung’s wide eyes stare at you, silently asking you for help, and you could almost laugh at the sheer panic you see in them.

Although you still weren’t one-hundred percent over what Minho had done to you in the past, it only takes a moment of seeing the shivering mess that had become of him for your instincts to kick in and compel you to take care of him.

Wanting to help the both of them out--your boyfriend who looked like a teenager holding a newborn baby like he’s afraid he’d break him, and Minho who might as well have been born again for how new the experience was to him-- you quickly put the toys aside and go back to the boys.

Pressing a hand to Minho’s back, you caress his skin softly and whisper to him, “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. You did good. You’re such a good kitten.” You trail your hand up to push his hair out of his face so you can look him in the eye and convey your sincerity to him.

You hear a small huff, but it hadn’t come from Minho. You look up at your boyfriend to see him frowning at you, his eyes narrowed and his expression all but asking you what the hell you were doing.

You shoot him a sharp look that tell him to behave then you turn back towards the older boy in his arms. “Think you can handle a shower right now, kitten?”

He shakes his head, burying his face in Jisung’s neck and letting out a muffled whine, “Don’t wanna.”

“What a baby.” Jisung snorts under his breath and it takes everything in you not to grab him and give him a good spanking for acting so selfish and thoughtless.

You give him another sharp looks that has him cowering, and try to keep the edge out of your voice as you talk to Minho. “That’s okay, I’ll just go grab a towel to clean you up. Sungie, stay with him until I come back.”

“But, I--” Jisung starts protesting, a severe pout scrunching up his face at having to take care of his hyung when he’s usually the one being taken care of.

“No buts, don’t be selfish now.”

“Humph!”

“Be good now and I’ll reward you later.” You sigh and go to kiss the top of his head, thinking that it’ll end at that.

But as you get up to get the towels, Jisung follows you anyway, peeling his hyung’s fingers off of him and leaving him curled up on the bed alone.

“What did I say?” You grit, not feeling up to taking care of both your pouty boyfriend and his needy hyung. He’s the one who wanted this so bad in the first place, the least he could do is help you.

“Why are you being so nice to hyung?”

“It’s called aftercare, Jisung. This was his first time getting pegged, he needs the support or he could go into subdrop.” You explain patiently, but Jisung didn’t look like he was interested in listening.

“What about me?” He whines insolently, backing you up against the counter, one of his hands going between your legs. “You’re my girlfriend, not his.”

You shiver as you feel his fingers teasing your slit, reminding you of how you’re the only one who didn’t get to cum. “And you’re my big boy. I know you can handle not being the center of attention for one night. You hyung needs me more than you do.”

“He didn’t even make you cum.” He scoffs.

“I’ve got you for that, angel.” You moan as he flicks your clit and you pull him into a hungry kiss.

“You’re mine, noona.” He mumbles against your lips and pulls you up onto the counter-top, wedging himself between your legs. You don’t get the chance to ask him to fuck you before he’s already sliding into your wet heat. How is he hard again so fast? “Not his. Mine.”

You sigh, grabbing onto his ass and directing his thrusts, setting a fast pace in order to cum fast so you wouldn’t leave Minho alone for too long. “I should’ve known you’d act like this. You’re too jealous for something like this. I shouldn’t have humored you.”

“Sex is just sex, but this is different. I don’t like seeing you fussing over him like this. I don’t wanna share you, noona.”

“You’re not sharing me.” You kiss your way up his neck and along his jawline. When you reach his lips, you pull back ever so slightly so your noses are still touching. “Look at me, baby. I’m yours only.”

His hips stutter at your words and he moans helplessly. “Fuck, say that again.”

You smile in amusement at how much that affects him. Putting your lips next to his ear, you drawl, “I’m yours, Sungie.”

“And I’m yours, noona.” He professes, sticking his hand between you to rub you off quickly so you’d cum together. Your thighs shake as your orgasm rushes through you, and the way you clench around him pushes him over the edge too, his cock filling you up with his cum and his sweet moans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.

You lay quietly in each other’s arms for a minute, the sound of your panting gradually tapering off until everything is silent.

“He’s sleeping on the couch, right?” Jisung disturbs the silence with his sullen question.

“Sungie…”

“Ugh, fine, but I’m sleeping in the middle.”

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A/N: Can you tell I gave up on it? anyway this is the final part so there will be no more parts of this. I loved this series but I’m done with it lol. Anyway let me know what you think of the final chapter. did it live up to your expectations or would you rather I never posted it? skskskks

#jisung smut #minho smut #jisung scenarios #jisung fanfics #jisung imagines #minho scenarios #minho imagines #minho fanfics #stray kids smut #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfics #stray kids imagines

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Moments. [Kataang]

Pairing: Katara & Aang (around 18 +16)

Prompt: none

Warnings: kinda major fluff (you’re welcome)

I haven't written a promptless kataang fic in ages!!!!!!! 

You know when you're in such a kataang mood and just can't find what you're craving? Yeah... well... when you can't find what you're looking for, just write it yourself! Apparently, this is what I was craving lol

Also, would it even be a fic of mine if I didn't even give you guys even the slightest suggestive ending????? no. no, it wouldn't

Anyway....... hope anyone reading enjoys!

Autumn had always been Aang’s favourite season. When he told Katara, she countered that she had always just assumed it was spring ‘because, you know, new life and all that!’ Not knowing exactly why he laughed at the presumption, Aang explained that just because he respected all living things didn’t necessarily mean everything in his life revolved around that principle. His life kind of revolved around Katara nowadays. Well, Katara and being the Avatar. They both tended to overlook that last bit as much as possible, though when duty called, there wasn’t much room for avoidance.

“Why Autumn?” She piped up, pulling Aang from his thoughts as she lifted her head from his stomach to address him with curious blue eyes. He offered her a look and the slight shake of his head that said ‘I don’t really know,’ returning to gaze at the amber leaves of the oak tree right above. Today, the sun’s rays were soft and the breeze was just right, skating across his skin soothingly and the odd time blowing through the tail ends of her hair even from where she lay. Her head would rise and fall atop his stomach with each levelled breath he took. At first, he thought it must be annoying for her, but she insisted the motion relaxed her ‘to no end,’ explaining that she had held him lifeless in her arms once before and had every desire to know he was alive; even if that meant feeling each and every breath he took at every opportunity she had to do so. Sometimes, he noticed how she would place her hand over his heart when they lay together. Aang never could have guessed that was why.

Shutting his eyes, he brought up a hand to toy with a strand of her hair that was fanned out over his chest. “What about you?” He asked quietly.

“Hm?”

He opened one eye with a smile, glancing down at her face for a moment and noticing the cute little arch her brow made when she raised it. “What’s your favourite season?” 

“...Oh.” She gave a small laugh, turning back to face the leaves. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it.” She furrowed her brow in thought and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head and felt her relax again. “...You have time to think about it now?” Aang suggested, but she sat up, a hand landing on his chest. And even though she was very clearly annoyed, her voice was laced with a laugh. “I am not spending one of our very rare moments of alone time thinking about my favourite season.” Even with the tinge of irritation icing her tone, his wide grin won her over.

“Seemed like a pretty good idea to me...” She rolled her eyes, moving to lie down beside him, her head now laying on his chest and her hand taking its rightful place over his heart. 

“Let's just enjoy this while it lasts...” She sighed almost resentfully and let her eyes drift shut. The girl had learned never to get too comfortable: disaster could strike at any minute and Aang could be called at any time. Taking their stolen moments as they came seemed to be the best way in order to keep a level head. There was no use in getting angry when the magistrates and whoever else pulled him from her arms - she knew what loving him meant, and she loved him enough to put up with it.

While Katara thought about all this, Aang pondered over what she had said with his fingers gliding through her hair. 

He hated that they couldn’t just enjoy their time together, they had to enjoy it while it lasted.

“What’s your favourite season?” He asked again. Her scoff was a hard protest.

“Aang-”

“Come on. I wanna know.” He said quietly, no hint of mischief in his voice whatsoever. So she decided to give him what he wanted and fell quiet as she took a moment to think.

“Autumn.”

He let out a heavy sigh and teased. “Very original...”

“I mean it!” She giggled, tilting her head up to see how much he was struggling to keep from smiling.

“...Alright.” He relented and she settled against him again with a smile bright on her face. “Why?”

The girl gave a leisured shrug. “I like the colours.”

“You mean the colours you see me in almost every day?” He teased again and she just took to slapping him playfully on the chest, a giddy sound spilling from her lips as he laughed heartily with her.

“You’re so annoying.”

With that, a calm, serene silence washed over them, her fingers drawing patterns across his chest dreamily as his nails raked across her scalp, applying pressure in all the right places. She hummed in content to let him know he was doing a good job, her hand eventually slowing to a stop when he took all of her attention. She allowed herself to relax completely, feeling her eyes flutter to a close while his fingers massaged the tension away. It was a talent of his - and the best part was, he didn’t even have to try all that hard. He just did whatever came natural and all of a sudden she’d be melting in his arms. “Not so annoying now, am I?” He remarked under his breath confidently and she could hear the smirk loud and clear in his voice. It wasn’t enough to rouse her out of her melty state, however. She only managed to hum a laugh with a slightly wider smile on her lips. it’s all she could manage. Quite frankly, it was all she could be bothered to give. His fingers felt too good in her hair to move.

She could let him do this forever... and, actually, he could do this forever. Without blinking an eye.

Well, maybe not forever. There were other things he liked to do with his girlfriend. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” He breathed into her hair, his fingers stopping for just a moment as he placed a kiss to her head and she let out a little whine, but soon he was back at it with a cocky smile and Katara settled again, shaking her head lazily.

“I won’t,” She replied with a voice that sure sounded like it was on the verge of sleep, he thought almost sadly. And as if she had some psychic link with him, she muttered with a smile, “You’ll get your kiss, sweetie, don’t worry,” while rubbing her hand slowly over his chest.

Aang almost felt embarrassed, his cheeks tingeing a light pink and suddenly he was glad she couldn’t see him. Imagine being embarrassed in front of your girlfriend of four years? It was positively pitiful. Toph would probably come up with a new nickname for him and Sokka would never let him live it down. Anyway, this wasn’t the time to think about Sokka and Toph, so he lay his head back on the grass and returned his full attention to the task at hand. As a passing thought, Aang wondered how it would feel if Katara did this for him. If he grew out his hair (like she secretly hoped he would) and did as he was doing now, would it really be this relaxing? She seemed to adore the gesture like nothing normal. Thinking back to the war when he had no other choice but to grow out his hair, Aang found it to be annoying and itchy and too hot. Basically, he didn’t get what the big deal was. Being bald was great! Although... he couldn’t lie and say he thought Katara should join him in his baldness: Aang loved her hair and found that he could and would easily run his fingers through it for hours on end; to which she would eventually tell him to stop because apparently doing so for too long made her hair ‘greasy’ and that was, supposedly, a bad thing. The silence as he drifted deep in aimless thought led him to believe his love was sleeping - a theory that was soon proved wrong when she stirred against him.

“Mmmm, okay...” She sighed with a stretch, her voice sounding more than pleased as she lifted her head, his hand coming away from her hair at the motion. Attempting to fix the wild tresses, she combed her own fingers through her slightly knotted hair with a tired groan and as he looked at her content and terribly beautiful face from his place on the grass, Aang decided he really liked her hair like this. It was a sexy mess, not an unkempt mess.

And he had seen it so many times before. 

In waiting, his hands hovered in the air, keen eyes following as she threw a leg over his lap and sat back confidently on his thighs, splaying her fingers out on his chest as she leaned her weight on him with that look in her eyes. “Well?” She started. “How do I look?”

Aang was already shaking his head at her in that disbelieving manner, eyes raking over her features and hands finally settling on the curve of her hips. “Completely hypnotising.” He sat up, feeling to urge to get closer to her, Katara almost coming eye to eye with him and she giggled, bowing her head shyly at his unabashed reply that would have meant only half what it did now without that look in his eyes or their intimate choice of position - or rather her choice of position. With her arms now wrapped around his neck, she took a composing breath in through her nose before meeting stormy eyes again.

“Does that mean you’ll do anything I say?” She arched a brow.

“In a heartbeat.” He replied swiftly, flirtatiously, flashing that charming smirk of his that never failed to tint her cheeks a rosy hue. He was simply too handsome for her not to blush, though if he noticed, he didn’t let on. He did notice, on the other hand, that it was a kind of defence that she would joke around after getting embarrassed, hence why she said what she said next.

“So... if I asked you to eat stewed sea prunes with me for dinner tonight, would you?”

He laughed, not even the slightest trace of irritation that she changed the dynamic of their flirting. “I’ll do anything you say, but that.”

Katara smiled, shifting a little closer and coaxing him to wrap his arms around her waist tightly. “I’m fine with that...” she purred.

“So am I,” he winked.

Feeling playful, she rolled her eyes, still noticing how her impatience grew stronger the longer they sat like this, staring at each other, basking in the other’s allure. Besides, it was no normal staring contest, it was the ‘I want you but I want you to say it first’ stare. She had initiated it.

But in the end, Katara was the very one to give in.

“Just c’mere...” She whispered with her eyes on his lips.

And she kissed him. Sweetly. Savouring him. Using her fingertips to trace his jaw and neck and collar bones. 

This time, he tasted like an autumn breeze and it instantly became her reason for favouring this season over the others. At first, she had said Autumn on a whim, but now she decided she liked Autumn the most because of that and the fact the colours reminded her of her favourite Airbender - the love of her life who she would enjoy every single second with to the fullest, not considering when the moment would end... and instead focusing on making every moment last.

This one? This one would last.

Most definitely.

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Okay (Part 1)

MULTICHAPTERED VAMPIRE AU BASED LIGHTLY OFF OF PLACENTAANDLLAMA’s FIC COMING OF AGE (WITH PERMISSION)

TW: blood, gore, angst? kinda? Phil's pretty dominant of Dan... just read it bc the bit of BAMF!Phil makes it so it'll be good lol also Dan's such a bottom in this oml (no smut tho srry)

WC: 12k for the entire fic

Dan shook himself awake, shivering even though he wasn't cold. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by darkness. But for some reason he didn't feel like he was in his comfortable bed in his dark room. Part of him began to panic, what was happening? Was he blind? Oh God, who did this to him? Then he felt the cloth tied tightly around his head and his breathing calmed a bit. He felt his heart hammering in his chest but he forced himself calm. In for seven, out for eleven. He needed to assess the situation and not make any conclusions until he did, or else he'd just freak himself out.

There was a screeching sound and Dan was thrown back. He felt the back of his head and rest of his body slam into something. So he was sitting down, useful information, he also assumed this was a car of some sort as he heard car horns in the distance and the sound of cars zooming. He felt a tug at his wrists and realized they were tied to something above his head. There goes the possibility of undoing his blindfold.

"Shit!" Someone hissed, a female by the sound of it. The voice came from his left side, so he assumed that it was the driver's or the person's in shotgun (he couldn't really tell) and he was sitting with his back to the wall and on his right side was the back of what he assumed was a van as he could stretch his feet out in this car.

"Can you be more careful? You're going to hurt him!" This voice sounded deeper, a males voice. It also sounded closer to Dan than the first, coming from in front of him. Dan realized he wasn't gagged and opened his mouth to scream, but felt a cold hand press to his mouth amazingly quickly before his vocal cords could produce a sound. He felt warm breath in his ear and he shivered as it grazed his neck. "I managed to convince them to not gag you, if you scream, we'll have to though. Be good, yeah?" The deep northern accent whispered. Dan nodded once. If this kidnapper was at all nicer than the others Dan wanted him to believe Dan was on his side. Maybe then he'd let Dan go soon, where the others might not. It was risky, but it was the closest thing to a plan Dan had at the moment. The icy hand was removed from Dan's mouth and he clamped it shut, not making as much as a whimper.

"Chris?" The female voice questioned. Dan expected the male in front of him to respond, but it turned out there was another male in front with the girl who answered instead.

"What?" The other man, also with a northern accent, hissed. Actually hissed. These people seemed mental, actually insane. The man in front of Dan made a shuffling sound, as if he was looking through a backpack of some sort.

"Are you sure this... is the right thing to do?" The female asked. He heard the male in front, Chris, sigh before responding. Right thing to do? Those people kidnapped him for Gods sake! Of course it wasn't the right thing to do!

"Of course it is Louise, the clan need this, they come first. Always. Now, shut up and let me drive, I need to concentrate unless you want me to drive into a tree," Chris said, sounding annoyed with the female, Louise, he'd called her. Dan continued to listen for Louise's reply, still vaguely aware of the shuffling sound in front of him.

"I don't see why we couldn't just let Phil drive! He's so much better than you," Louise whined. Dan heard the person in front of him scoff, as if the statement was so ridiculous it amused him.

"Phil needed to be in the back with the boy to comfort him and stuff," Chris said as if it was obvious. The Dan in front of Dan hummed in agreement and he assumed that the man was named Phil, as both mentioned that name and he was the one 'back comforting him'.

"If I were you two I'd shut the fuck up before you worry our little guest," The man in front of Dan, Phil, said loudly and with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "This is why I don't do jobs with Fours," Something about the way Phil said the word 'Fours' made Dan think it needed to be capitalized, a descriptive word rather than a number.

Dan wanted to speak up, to ask questions, but he didn't because he was honestly afraid of the people who kidnapped him. Which was acceptable, honestly. Of course he'd be scared of people who probably only wanted to hurt him. Why else would they pull him out of bed as he slept? There was no other reason than to hurt him, and Dan knew that. But why didn't they yet? Were they so sadistic they wanted to torture the young man before killing him?

"Louise here is still a Three," Chris corrected, earning a whine form the female. Phil scoffed again. "Anyway, you only became a Five last moon, you're not too ahead of me,"

"I doubt you'll make it to Five, you drive so recklessly," Phil snapped back. Dan slid his bottom lip in between his teeth, a bad force of habit. "No! Don't do that," Phil gasped and Dan felt the cold hand on his mouth again. What? Why was this guy yelling at Dan for biting his lip? It's not like he was hurting anyone (except maybe himself a little). Dan furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, taking his lip out of his mouth. The van swerved a bit and a sharp ringing noise filed the air as the van drove on the shoulder of the road for a few seconds before the driver corrected it.

"What did he do?" The female asked. Dan agreed with her. What did he do? Phil growled a little before removing his icy finger from Dan's face and sat back again, but Dan felt his gaze still burning into him.

"Bit his lip," Phil replied. The woman gasped and Dan would of rolled his eyes if it had any effect on anything. His arms were starting to hurt from being held up over his head for so long but he didn't say anything, yet.

"He didn't break the skin, yeah?" Louise questioned. Why did that matter? Were they selling Dan into some sextrafficing ring that had something against bloody lips?

"Idiot, of course not! If he drew blood Phil would be all over him by now!" Chris retorted hotly. Dan wondered what that meant. Did Phil have some bloody lip kink or something?

"You retards are confusing him," Phil snapped. "Now shut up, I'm taking his blindfold off to explain to him," Both Louise and Chris gasped quietly as if Dan getting an explanation as to why he was being held hostage was a bad idea.

Dan felt Phil's cold hands on him again as he untied his blindfold. Dan wanted to bite his lip again, but remembered their reaction to it so forced himself not to. His eyes adjusted slowly to the low lighting as his eyes focused.

It was definitely the back of a van, one with tinted windows so only minimal street light poured in through the windows. Two sets of chains, four in total, hung from the metal ceiling, the ones in front of Dan unoccupied. There wasn't much space in the back of the van, it was about the size of a small coat closet, maybe a little bigger with a roof no where near as high as a closet's. Dan assumed it was still nighttime still and was very glad that night was on of the few where he wore pajamas to bed instead of sleeping in just his boxers.

Phil, in front of him, was hard to make out in the dimly lit van, but Dan was shocked at what he saw. Phil had messy black fringe and piercing plus eyes. He also was dressed in black from head to toe. However, the more suppressing things were things like how gray and lifeless his skin was, lacking the healthy glow humans usually carried. Dan had seen a dead person once, at his grandmothers funeral, and her lifeless face still haunted his dreams at night, but that was different. She was covered in makeup and looked no where near this. Then there were his fangs. They were blindingly white and didn't poke out of his mouth but were without a doubt there as he smiled weakly. Dan muffled a gasp.

"What?" He whimpered. He knew he shouldn't of spoke, but this wasn't a human in front of him. He knew that. Only once word came to mind, vampire. It made no sense, but at the same time Dan had never been more sure of anything in his life. This thing in front of him was a vampire.

Dan had seen movies with vampires in them, even read a couple of the Twilight books, but nothing could prepare himself for this. Those were just stories created by Hollywood in an attempt to connect to young teen girls. Everyone loved a good vampire story, but not when it was happen to him. He didn't want to be a real life Bell or whatever that chick who wasn't into human dudes name was. He was Dan, a gay and slightly feminine geeky teen boy who was into humans, not matter how hot the creature in front of him was. What? No. Dan was not going to submit into having a stupid crush on a kidnapper that may or may not be undead.

"You have questions? I can respect that," Phil stated nonchalantly, reaching for a black backpack that sat next to him. He picked it up and through the black blindfold in his hand into it before retreating a golden key out of it. "You want your cuffs off?" Phil asked Dan, holding up the key and raising an eyebrow. Dan nodded fiercely, causing Phil to chuckled. He leaned forward, seemingly not effected by the speed of the moving van and unclipping Dan's left wrist first. Dan was surprised by how Phil didn't smell like a rotting caucus but strangely like vanilla. Phil then unlocked Dan's right wrist and Dan's barely had enough time to say 'thank you' before Chris stepped on the gas and casing Dan to fall to the right, but before he slammed into the metal floor of the van he was scooped up in Phil's arms at lightning speed. Dan noticed how Phil smelt like vanilla again as he was pressed into Phil's chest. He also noticed how Phil had no heart beat, and that frankly freaked him out.

"Sorry," Chris called out. Phil made a growling sound deep in his throat before setting Dan upright. He held onto Dan's shoulder and studied his face for a minute too long before removing his touch completely and sitting next to Dan, on his right side, preventing Dan from falling over again.

"You'd better watch yourself, Kendall," Phil relied, leaning into Dan to keep him upright. Dan refused and leaned to the left slightly, but was slammed back into Phil as Chris sped up again. Phil hissed slightly and Dan tried to right himself but Phil did it for him, wrapping his left arm around his waist to steady him at the speed of light. The myth of vampires being remarkably fast was actually true, Dan noted.

"Ohh, Chris you're so dead," Louise giggled. "You just upset the clans most powerful Five," Dan rolled his eyes but was remarkably aware that Phil hadn't removed his arm yet, though he definitely could. Phil leaned over to Dan and began to whisper in his ear, and Dan really wished he wouldn't.

"Five is the highest level, when a vampire is born, or turned, they start as a Zero and have to earn each level after that, it takes hundreds and thousands of years," He explained. His warm breath making Dan shiver. "I'm sure you have guessed by now that we aren't human, you seem too smart to think this is all in your head,"

"Am I aloud to talk now?" Dan asked softly. He heard Phil chuckle lightly in his ear and Dan almost whimpered at the sound. Phil was way too close for comfort.

"Yes," Phil answered, warm breath tickling Dan's neck. Dan really didn't like him being this close.

"Why am I here?" Dan questioned, my caring about anything other than the answer to that question. What did these things want with him? Phil pulled away from him and unwrapped his arm from Dan's waist.

"Anything but that," Phil said, seeming uncomfortable with the topic. Dan whined softly, upset that was eating at him the most wouldn't be answered. Chris sped up again but this time Phil was prepared and leaned against Dan so he wouldn't fall.

"The sun is rising," Phil said to Dan, knowing that the brown haired teen probably was wondering why Chris sped up so suddenly and why Phil didn't protest this time. Dan nodded once, assuming that the vampires had something against sunlight. Probably like in the movies, sunlight hurt them. Dan decided to ask, why not?

"Does sunlight kill your or something?" Dan asked. Phil chuckled softly.

"Kind of, I can take it a little, but those idiots fry up like bacon in thirty seconds," Phil replied, gesturing to the front of the van where the other two vampires sat.

"How do you kill a vampire?" Dan pressed. He just wanted to know how much Hollywood got wrong.

"What? You want to kill me or something?" Phil teased before answering Dan's question. "Only a few things can kill a vampire, not having a mate by the time they reach Level Five is the biggest one, but being stabbed in the heart is the runner up. Some things annoy us, sun is a major one, it even kills the lower levels, followed by silver, garlic, and hunger,"

"Are you mated?" Dan asked just because he was curious and remembered hearing the other two calling Phil a Five. Phil sighed softly and tuned to Dan, looking him in the eye. Dan melted into Phil's blue gaze.

"No," He said. Dan gasped. It was like finding out someone has a serious illness and was dying, but with someone who Dan thought was going to kill him not too long ago, that was also a vampire.

"Are you..?" Dan's voice trailed off meaningfully. Phil laughed weakly and without humor and scratched the back of his neck nervously. There was something here Dan was missing, he just knew it. He hoped Phil out explain it to him.

"Phil if you don't tell him I will," Louise declared from the front and Phil glared in the direction her voice came from, lips pressed together tightly.

"I'll do it," Phil sighed. He looked around the van, not looking at Dan's face. "I needed a human to mate with and the clan can't survive if I die and well..." Dan gasped, moving away from Phil, not caring if he fell over. He pressed his side in the nearest seat to them which was empty but still there.

"No..." He breathed. Then he repeated it louder this time. "No," Phil's face was grave, sadness covering his features. Dan didn't believe that he was really upset though.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you," Phil said weakly. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to, but the clan-" Dan cut him of, voice shaking with anger.

"What about me? I don't give a damn about your clan! What about me?" Dan yelled. Phil looked down. He shook his head slowly. Dan didn't want to cry, but that's when he did. He began the sob, shaking with the effort. "I hate you and your stupid clan!" He cried, pushing his hands to his face to shield himself form the monster before him. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see him family. He wanted away from Phil.

"Dan, you need to calm down," Phil said calmly. Dan shook his head and pushed his hands deeper into his face, still shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "Please, Dan," Dan didn't know how Phil knew his name and he didn't care.

"No!" Dan yelled. He gasped for air in between sobs, warm tears flowing from his eyes onto his checks and hands. He didn't care though.

Dan was quickly pushed to the ground and when he looked up he saw Phil's icy blue eyes. Both his hands were pined above his head with one of Phil's, and Phil was far too strong for Dan to struggle. He glared up at Phil with hatred in his eyes. "I didn't want to do this, but I need you to calm down, if you don't-" Dan cut him off.

"What are you going to do? Rape me? Isn't that already what you have planned?" Dan said harshly. In the hand that Phil wasn't pinning Dan down with he held a syringe filled with an unknown green liquid.

"Goodnight, Dan," Phil said flatly as he injected Dan in the neck with the unknown liquid. Dan slowly went limp as he drifted unconscious.

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