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[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Young President!Coriolanus Snow x Call Girl!Reader, Dom!Coriolanus

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is in himself his own warning. Dubcon, Noncon, choking, impact play, kissing, degradation, biting, p in v, breeding kink, creampie, talks of sex work, talks of past sex trafficking, talks of poisoning/murder

You stare out the pitch black tinted window as the driver of your black luxury car drives you to your destination, the Presidential Palace. You've been acting as President Coriolanus Snow's personal high class call girl for years. Well, ever since he became Head Gamemaker and saw you in Pluribus Bell’s illicit, but high end sex club.

Pluribus had acquired you when General Byzantine had put you up on the auction block after using you (and literally torturing you) as his personal fuckdoll. Despite looking like a broken piece of shit, hatred and fire burned in your beautiful eyes. According to Pluribus, it was the look in your eyes that made the old man buy you; put you in charge of the girls in his sex club.

So, basically, Pluribus made you a Madame. Not that you minded. Hell, it meant that you didn't have to fuck nutjob, crazy, overly kinky whackjob Capitol men anymore.

But when Coriolanus Snow came into the club, after being invited by Pluribus after breaking off an engagement (why things didn't work with the Cardew banking heir, Livia, you didn't know; didn't care either) and laid his icy blue eyes on you, well, he just knew that he had to have you.

At first you told Pluribus no when he approached you with Snow's request, but then the platinum blonde pretty boy cornered you with an offer you couldn't refuse. A private penthouse, your own car and driver, a black Amex, and never having to work another day if you agree to be at his beck and call as his personal call girl.

His high class girl, as he called you.

That was 5 years ago.

Yea…

At this rate you'll probably be President Snow's high class girl forever.

Hopefully he finds himself a wife so you can move on with your life. Maybe take all that money you have squirreled away and get a nice beach house somewhere in District 4. The weather's lovely there. Maybe you'll even find somebody to settle down with; even have a kid or two.

It'd be nice to be able to retire from whoring. You've been in the game since your family sold you at age 15 to pay off debts. You've been fucking for a living for a decade now; it's getting old.

But at least the President is the kindest out of all the men you've been with, which is saying something because Coriolanus is as cold as his name, Snow.

You're so far inside of your head that you don't even notice the car stop or your driver, Herbie open the door.

Herbie clears his throat, only.to announce, 'Ma’am, we're here.”, causing your self imposed spell over your mind to break.

“Thank you, Herbie.” You simply told him, stretching your hand out for him to help you out of the car.

“I'll be here waiting for you, Ma’am.” Your driver told you, shutting the door once you were out of the car.

“Thank you. I won't be long.” You politely assured Herbie before walking towards the side entrance of the Presidential Mansion, which was marked with a trellis of vining; blooming roses. The side entrance leads straight to Coriolanus' personal living quarters; of course you had the key for it.

Your black designer stilettos loudly echo against the marble as you walk up the white and gold staircase that separates the president's personal living room, sitting room, kitchen, and dining room from the bed chambers, bathrooms, and his private study. You've only ever been in his bedroom and the sitting room. Both were immaculate, so you assume that the rest of his living quarters in the presidential palace must be extravagant too.

One thing you've noted about President Coriolanus Snow over the last few years of knowing him is that he has high class taste. A posca taste, if you'll call it. The more expensive, the better.

And it's that trait of his that has you baffled about why he's kept you around so long to fulfill his needs. Surely he can find himself some young, beautiful, and naive high class twit from a rich family to groom into his perfect classy woman.

His First Lady.

Surely, he must be getting tired of paying for you- putting you up in a high end penthouse that's about a 5 or so minute drive from his palace. Back before he became president your place was literally the next building over from his. Yea, that's how classy and ritzy of a penthouse you're in.

“I'm in my room, darling.” Coriolanus called out to you as soon as your heels clicked against the marble of his second story floor.

No shit, he's in his room. He's always in his room. He's either sitting on the bed end settee or on his ornate sofa, but either way he's donning his waistcoat and smoking while waiting for you. The epitome of regal master.

“I’ll be right there, Coriolanus.” You called back, speeding up your steps slightly to reach the white and gold scrolled double doors of his chambers.

Opening the door and walking inside, you spot him lounging on his cream sofa. His legs are crossed and he has an arm lazily thrown over the back of the sofa’s ornate mahogany frame. Coriolanus’ platinum hair his in its natural curly state, which is a rarity, but also means that he ruined his slicked back look by running his hands thru his hair all day- something he does when frustrated or nervous. And, like always while awaiting your visit, he's smoking.

“Darling, I told you last time you were here to call me Coryo.” The President told you, reaching his arm out to tip his ashes into the crystal ashtray that's on the mahogany coffee table.

“I'm sorry, Coryo. I forgot.” You lied thru a smile, a smile that was so fake it wasn't even funny.

You didn't forget, you just don't want to call him nicknames. Not when you know that your arrangement has an expiration date; one that'll be coming up soon enough.

Sitting up, he pointed to you with his cigarette and said, “Show me what you wore for me tonight.”

He did this every time you came over for his booty call. It was a ritual you're used to. You'd be shocked if he didn't ask you to model the lingerie for him.

With a sultry smile, you untie and unbutton the long red trenchcoat you're wearing. “It's a new set that I bought the other day.” You inform Coriolanus while opening up the coat and letting it fall off your shoulders; onto the floor.

President Snow's mouth watered as he took in your form dressed up in a lacy black bustier and matching cheeky panties along with those black stilettos with the red bottoms- the ones that he loved seeing you in. He thought that those heels did wonders for your legs, legs that he loved to have wrapped around his body- whether he was fucking you or feasting on your cunt.

Snubbing his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and rising from the sofa, the president smirked, “I do enjoy it when you go lingerie shopping, my darling rose.” Striding over to you, only to circle you like a predator circle's it's prey, the regal platinum blonde looked at you hungrily. As if he's starving and you're a filet mignon.

Coriolanus stopped right in front of you, only to give you a smoldering look while unbuttoning his maroon waistcoat, his long fingers moving lithely. Shrugging off the vest and chucking it towards a nearby sitting chair, he closed the distance between you. His tall form towers over you; you know what he wants from you.

It's what he always wants from you.

You ran your hands over his chest, which was quite toned underneath his crisp white dress shirt, and pressed your lips to his Adam's apple. As you kissed a tantalizing trail down his neck and to the collar of his shirt, leaving blood red lips tip stains in your wake, his large hands snaked around you. His breathing was husky and lustful as you lifted your head up, staring straight into his baby blues, while unbuttoning his shirt. Your red nails a stark contrast to his shirt.

“I have a business trip I need to attend in 12.” Coriolanus said while you pushed his shirt off of him after opening it up. You just nodded, raking your red nails up and down his chest before tweaking his nipples. Just the way that he likes.

You thought that all talks of his meeting was over, so you leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped you by lifting up one of his hands and grabbing your chin. “The mining bosses are having some issues with their workers meeting production goals; I'm leaving in the morning and you're coming with me.”

Your eyes went wide. You can't go to 12. No, you won't go to 12. You refuse to go back to that shit hole you once called home, where your family- that sold you into a life of sexual slavery to a brothel for money to pay off drinking debts- lives.

“I'm not going to 12, Coriolanus. We'll see each other when you get back.” You firmly told him.

Which wasn't what he wanted to hear. In fact, he wanted you to nod your head; maybe make a remark about needing to pack, and then get to fucking him. You refusing him was never in the cards.

You just dealt him a hand he wasn't expecting. But, President Snow's an excellent poker player; he'll make due with the cards you've just given him.

Coriolanus' large hand slipped from your chin only to grab your throat. His face dipped so close to yours that his hot breath, which smelt like smoke, mints, bourbon, and coffee, fanned over your face. “I'm not asking you, Y/N. I'm telling you that you're coming to District 12 with me.” His thumb pressed into your windpipe, not hard enough to cut off your breathing, but hard enough to make you wheeze and pay attention to him as he spoke in a cold, authoritarian tone. “I fucking own you, so when I tell you to do something you do it. You don't get to say no to me.”

President Snow looked like a crazed, disheveled mess as he chastised you. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Because it did.

Oh how it did. It might be wrong being turned on by a power hungry zealot who's telling you that you're his property, but the way he looked while doing it. Hot damn, it made your pussy pool; stain your black lacy panties with a wet patch.

Yea…you're pretty fucked up at this point in your life.

The platinum blonde's large hand slid from your hip over your lower belly, only to sneak under the waistband of your panties. He dipped his mouth to your ear, grabbing your pussy in his large calloused hands, while telling you, “I own this pussy, darling, and if I want to fuck it every goddamn day of my business trip then I sure as hell will.” Coriolanus bit your earlobe, hard enough to crack the pearl earring you're wearing.

An earring he bought you in the early days of your arrangement.

He pulled away, only to look at you darkly. Spitting the cracked pearl earring in your face, he pulled his hand out of your underwear. He brought his fingers up to his prominent nose, only to inhale your scent. His eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted into a look of pleasure. He was, for a lack of a better word, getting high off of your musk.

Oh yea, the President sure was something else…but who are you to judge? You're his personal whore, so…

His icy eyes popped open, with a lust filled crazed look, as he sucked his fingers one by one. Savoring the taste of your juices while keeping his tight hold on your neck with his other hand. His tongue swirled around his pinky, the last finger to be licked clean by him. “You taste divine. Too bad you need to be disciplined for your rude behavior and won't be having your cunt eaten by me tonight.”

“Disciplined for my rude behavior? Coryo, the only thing I did was tell you that I'm not going to 12.” You spoke up, standing your ground to your, for a lack of a better word, owner.

Coryo’s fingers pressed hard into your neck, no doubt leaving behind finger shaped bruises that would need covered up by IL MAKIAGE tomorrow. Looks like you'll have to make another trip to Sephora soon if you don't want to have bruises all over your neck shown off to the public. How embarrassing would that be, going to various stores with chokehold bruising all over your neck. You shudder at the thought of it.

“Talking back is rude behavior, baby.” He hissed before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was hard and bruising. Biting your lower lip; drawing blood, he pulled away from the kiss. Giving you a dark, slightly unhinged look, the stoic platinum blonde swore, “Bad girls get spankings and you're going to get so many that you won't be able to sit on your red, hot ass tomorrow during our damn train ride.”

Coriolanus is sitting on the red velveteen settee at the end of his gold and red velvet framed bed. You're bent over his knees, ass up in the air while your head rests on the settee. Your arms are outstretched; your hands arm firmly grabbing the end of the red velvet material for purchase as the President smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

*Smack, smack*

Coriolanus chuckles at how red your ass is. He's been at this for a while now; both of you have lost count of how many times his hand has come down on your cheeks. He rubs the sting out of your red ass cheeks before raising his hand high up in the air and bringing it down on the right cheek, only to repeat the action on the left cheek.

*Smack, smack*

Your designer black heels are still on your feet, so they sway in the air as you kick out of reflex due to the spankings. God, he would make you keep the heels on for this. Hell, this spanking session seems to be the longest in your entire life with him. Usually he indulges in a slap or two to your ass while taking you from behind, but never anything like this.

But it could be worse. He could be a crazy, torture hungry, fucking sadist like that crazy ass General Byzantine was. The man who beat you within an inch to your life and put you up on the auction block once a couple of his Avoxes had nurtured you to suitable health.

You were overjoyed when he died about 4-4 ½ years ago. All the media outlets say that General Byzantine died from tainted tea at one of the popular tea houses in the Capitol. Apparently Coriolanus was there with him, having a meeting for political purposes since he was running for Senate and nearly died. You remember that he had canceled your sessions for a week, but still put a hefty sum in your bank account; even requested that you wear a certain color lingerie (blood red) when you resumed your little booty calls with him once he recovered from nearly dying from tainted tea.

Your black lacy cheeky panties slid up your ass crack from the force of all the spankings. Coriolanus didn't say a word, just silently righted the panties before landing another pair of smacks to your ass cheeks, causing you to let out a loud squeal.

“Did my bad baby girl learn her lesson, or do you need more?” President Snow asked, his ardent tone a bit dark and mocking as he soothed your ass by rubbing it- with both palms this time.

“I've learnt my lesson, Mister President, Sir.” You told him, choking back a moan as you grew wetter and wetter from his hands just rubbing the sting out of your ass. Oh God, how your core aches for his cock.

Coriolanus let out a deep, throaty moan at your answer. He loves it, fucking loves it when you call him Mister President and Sir. Oh, and put them both together- yea he's fucking feral.

The president slightly opened your legs, only to swipe a long finger up your wet, clothed center. “Oh, darling, you're soaked.” He proudly announced. “Is that all for me?” Coriolanus rhetorically asked, already knowing that it was all for him.

You knew that the platinum president didn't need an answer, but decided to indulge him with one anyway. “Yes, Coryo. It's always for you.”

Coryo bent down and peppered your beet red ass with kisses. The plushness of his lips against your hot sensitive skin makes you squirm. Chuckling, Coriolanus sat up and pulled your heels off, one by one, and let them fall to the floor with a loud thud. He helped you stand on your feet, only to pull down your panties and toss you onto the bed.

As you lay on your stomach, head buried in his pillow, which smelled like him- like roses, you heard the sound of Coryo slipping out of his black floor shines while unbuckling his belt. You peeked over your shoulder, only to see him quickly unzipping his maroon pants. You turned back around, resting your head back on his pillow, as he quickly shed his pants and boxer briefs.

“Lift your ass up high for me and spread your legs as wide as they'll go, baby.” The President ordered you, to which you obliged him. Your ass was raw and stung, but your pussy was throbbing with need, as Coryo kneeled right behind you on his king sized bed. “Fuck, you're always such a needy lil slut for me, darling.” He remarked upon seeing your cunt dripping and glistening for him.

Looking over your shoulder, you smirked, “Only for you, Coryo, my Mister President.”

The platinum blonde's icy eyeballs nearly rolled into the back of his head at your words. Words that went straight to his cock, making it harder- if that was even possible.

“Yes, I'm your President and you're my perfect, pretty, lil slut.” Coriolanus groaned, teasing your clit with the angry, red, leaky tip of his cock. “You remember that the next time I tell you to do something, baby girl.” He said, grabbing your hips and snapping forward; sheathing his entire 8 inches into your soaking wet cunt. “Fuck, darling, you're so goddamn tight for me.” Coriolanus groaned, pulling out only to surge forward, causing you to mewl out in pleasure.

President Coriolanus Snow has a big cock and he sure does know how to use it. That's for sure. And you let him know that too.

“Of course I'm tight for you, Coryo. You're the biggest cock I've had, the only man whose tip kisses my cervix; whose girth stretches me out with a delicious sting.” You honestly tell him, stroking his ego and making him start to pound into you relentlessly.

Hearing you say that out of all the men that you've had in your whoring career that he's the biggest and the best makes his heart soar with overwhelming pride. So much so, that he'll just have to keep you around.

Permanently.

Coryo doesn't think that you'll have any protests about it. Maybe he'll bring up the idea while you're away on business in 12. Use the time away as both a vacation and a business trip. There is a vacant cabin in the woods that he knows of by a lake that could be a setting for a romantic night or two.

“Oh…fuck…Coryo…” You moan into the pillow that you're holding onto for dear life as you surge forward with every hard, fast thrust Coryo gives you.

“You like it when I fuck you face first in the mattress like a dirty fucking slut, don't you darling?” He groans, rutting even faster while placing a hand on the middle of your back; pushing you further down into the mattress. “Fuck, you're so sexy like this, baby.” The President huffs. “So fucking sexy.”

You moan into the pillow, but it comes out in a heap of garbled drools, as Coryo's cock hits that special spongy spot deep inside of you while his heavy cum filled balls slap against your swollen, neglected clit.

“That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, you pathetic slut.” Coriolanus encouraged in a half groan as you began to meet his thrust with ones of your own. You could help it, you needed to cum so badly. Fucking yourself on his cock while he pounded you was the only way to do that.

Turning your head, so that the side of your face rest on his drool soaked pillow, you mewl and whine, “So close, Coryo. I'm so close.” Feeling that coil in your lower belly tighten, you beg, “Please, let me cum, Mister President. Please, make me cum.”

Coryo quickly unhooked the long row of clasps that held your black lacy bodice together while cooing, “Don't worry, my pretty baby, I'll make you cum” The bodice fell off your shoulders, but Coryo slipped his arm around your middle and pulled you up on your knees, only to yank the black bustier off of you; tossing it to the side.

Coryo's hands instantly grabbed hold of your tits as he continued to harshly fuck you. His hands squeezed them roughly and pinched your nipples, all the while your hands clawed his wrists for leverage as he felt your climax coming on. Coriolanus knows you're close by how your cunt's clenching around his cock. “Fucking cum for me, darling.” he ordered, biting the crook of your neck.

The feel of his teeth roughly nipping your skin, only to use his tongue to soothe it, paired with his deep, erratic thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against your clit deliciously, and his large, calloused hands roughly fondling, had you cumming with a loud moan. A moan that was a string of curses mixed with his name: Coryo.

He fucked you thru your orgasm only to shove you back down onto the bed and plunge his cock hard and fast into you. His pounding was so relentless as he chased his own release that you felt another orgasm on the cusp. Oh gods, his cock felt so fucking good hitting you on all the right spots.

Oh fuck…

“I'm gonna fuck you full with my heirs, baby.” Coryo panted, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Can't wait to fucking knock you up; see your belly swell with my growing baby inside.” He babbled as his hands roughly held onto your shoulders for leverage. “You're gonna look so beautiful all round and full of my baby, my darling rose.”

You didn't pay him any mind. Didn't say a word about his string of impossible words. You're on birth control, so his fantasy of knocking you up is just that. A fantasy. A breeding kink, to be politically correct.

Coriolanus’ hips stuttered, once, twice, three times before he was moaning, “Fuck, Y/N, baby. Fuck…”, and filling your pussy with hot ropes of his thick cum.

Feeling his hot cum spurting into your womb sent you over the edge. “Coryo…” You mewled, cumming for a second time.

He didn't stop and pull out like he usually did.

No…

This time, Coriolanus kept fucking you. He fucked his load right into your pussy, causing you to let out a shaky moan from both overstimulation and your third orgasm of the night.

Coryo finally pulled out, but only after filling you up with a second load of his thick, hot cum. Cum that was somehow leftover in his balls from the first time.

The President smugly grinned as he watched his second load of the night slowly drip out of your puffy, abused pussy- looking like beautiful white pearls.

Ah, pearls. That reminds him…

“I bought you a new jewelry set for the trip. Fancier pearls than the ones you had; they're packed in your bag.” Coriolanus told you, sitting by your side and rubbing your back as you lay on the bed like a ragdoll.

Ugh. Of course, he bought you new things, including luggage, and packed them up for the damn trip to District 12- your personal hell- that he's dragging you on.

When you didn't say a word, Coryo pushed the strands of sweat soaked hair away from your face and asked, “Are you alright, baby?”

Pushing his hand away from your face, you simply assured him, “Yea, I'm fine.”

Nodding, he told you, “I'll call your driver, tell him that you're staying the night; then I'll run us a bath.”

You've never stayed the night before, prompting you to ask, “Why're you letting me stay the night with you, Coryo?”, as he stood up.

“We're needed at the train station bright and early, Y/N. It's just easier for you to stay here so we can head out together in the morning.” The President explained before taking off to do the things he told you about.

Of course, he wanted you to stick around tonight so he can make sure that you're on that train with him heading to 12 in the morning. You're his personal high class girl. His glorified whore. If President Coriolanus Snow wants you with him tonight to ensure that you step on that train with him tomorrow, so he can fuck you during his stupid business trip in hell, then that's what he's going to get.

You don't have a say in the matter. You're just around until he gets bored of you; finds something younger and prettier to satisfy his carnal desires with.

Only you thing you don't know is that President Coriolanus Snow’s never going to get bored of you or trade you in for a younger model. In fact he thinks you're the best girl he's ever had.

Hell, the devil himself knows that the President killed for you- even if you don't know it.

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[cherrycola27]

the darkest little paradise

Series Warnings: Mafia!AU. Language, drugs, alcohol, death, violence, smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Prologue: The Auction

It had been sixteen years since you'd been home. Sixteen years since you made the biggest mistake of your life and your father shipped you off to boarding school in Italy.

You'd learned a lot in those sixteen years. You redeemed yourself in your father's eyes and helped grow the family business. You were certain that he was going to give you back your birthright and make you his successor once again. Something you had lost that faithful night.

But before he could, he died, tragically, suddenly—suspiciously.

You were sure it was at the hands of your younger brother. He'd always been jealous of you. You were positive that he set you up all those years ago and convinced your father that he would be a better heir to the empire.

You knew that he killed your father to keep him from handing you the business.

You just had to prove it.

You hated being back in the States. But your brother forced you to come back by having your assets frozen. It was wither come home, sell your body, or starve. Honestly, the last two options don't seem so bad now.

Thankfully, you wouldn't have to face him today. Instead, you were making an appearance in his honor at a charity auction at your country club. It was a masked bachelor's auction. Feral men and women with more money than they had sense would bid on attractive men from the community like they were prized cattle. To make it more anonymous, everyone masks. It added to the appeal.

You knew that these auction weren't supposed to end in an R-rated way, but you knew more often than not, they did. That's exactly what you were hoping for.

Your brother was supposed to be one of the bachelors tonight, but he was called away on "business." His right hand and second in command would be stepping in for him. You planned on spending whatever amount it took to take him home with you tonight.

Your brother would kill you if he knew what you were planning, but you didn't care. This was all a part of the long game that you were playing.

You reached into your clutch purse and took our mirror, and checked your reflection. Your red lipstick was still perfect. The silvery- grey mask your wore looked flawless and complimented your outfit well.

You were dressed in your signature color— sapphire blue. The liquid silk gown you had chosen flowed over your body and hugged your neck with a beautiful halter neckline. You had platinum and pearl and sapphire earrings dangling from your lobes.

Your mother's well loved sapphire and diamond ring was snug on your right hand, where it had lived ever since she passed.

Your driver turned into the country club and made his way up the long driveway before pulling up to the front doors where an actual red carpet had been rolled out. You rolled tour eyes at the spectacle that was being made. Sure, the theme of the evening was "Hollywood Glamour," but this felt like a bit much.

Nevertheless, you put your mirror away and grabbed the snow-white fur stole from the seat beside you and draped it between your elbows. It was the same color as the fine powder that you finally was infamous for.

Your father always told people he made his money through a hedge fund, but really, your family fortunate came from the drug trade, cocaine to be specific.

While you personally didn't participate in the use of your family product, you could sell the hell out of it. You introduced it to the upper crust circle of Europe and expanded business ten-fold for your father.

And as much as you wish you could say your family's real business was a secret, you knew it wasn't. Your father had every politician and lawman in his back pocket. You could get away with anything because of who you were.

You sat patiently as you waited for your car door to be opened. Soon, Raphael, your driver opened the door and extended his hand for you. "Remember, pick me up at seven tomorrow morning." You reminded him.

Raphael nodded his head before a tuxedo clad man escorted you to your seat. "Can I get you a drink, ma'am?" He asked you as you settled into your table at the back of the room, away from everyone else.

"Gin martini, chilled glass, lemon twist." You told him without looking up. He quickly scurried away as one of the organizers from the club brought you your auction paddle.

"Good evening, Miss Sapphire." A voice call to you. "Donny." You said as your personal security guard came and took a seat beside you. A black leather breif case tucked under his arm.

"Do you have it?" You asked him as your martini was set down in front of you. "Yes, ma'am." Donny replied. "Good." You said as you took a sip of your drink.

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The auction was just as you had predicted. Women and their perfectly manicured nails and men with their expensive cufflinks zealously bidded, all in the name of charity of course.

You bided your time, sipping your martini, waiting for him to come up.

Finally, the emcee announced him. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've saved the best for last, so get your paddles and your checkbooks ready for bachelor lucky number thirteen, or as we like to call him, Rooster!"

A roar of applause went up as he took the stage. And why wouldn't it? Rooster was handsome in his blue suit that he had paired with a red and blue statement dress shirt. The first few buttons were undone, giving the people a peak and the tone, tanned skin underneath. He had a matching blue mask across his eyes, and a pair of Italian leather loafers on his feet. You could see the glint of the Montblanc watch sticking out from under the sleeve of suit, and the thick gold ring he wore on his pinky.

You had to admit, he looked good. Gone was the scrawny half grown kid you remembered your father taking all those years ago. Just be he shipped you off.

He had been replaced by a man, tall, handsome, and brawny with years of heartache behind his eyes.

"Let's start the bidding for a date with the handsome Rooster at twenty-five thousand dollars." The emcee said.

Paddles immediately went up. You signaled for Donny to raise yours. The bidding climbed higher and higher, passing one hundred thousand. "Jump the bid to a quarter of a million." You told Donny. It was a strategy you had learned from your father, jumping the bid normally deterred the competition.

"Are you sure?" Donny asked you. "Yes." You told him.

"Two-hundred fifty thousand." Donny said as he raised your paddled. There was a gasp followed by murrmers from the crowd. The emcee continued with fewer participants. You growled in frustration as the amount climbed higher you continued to bid, having Donny jump it again to half a million. You thought for sure that would win, but a brunette at the front of the room countered your bid.

You were locked in a bidding war with her. It was a battle to see who would give first. Finally, you told Donny, "One million. Bid it. Now."

"Ma'am, I—" Donny stuttered. You shot him a deadly glare. He swallowed before lifting your paddled and loudly proclaiming your bid. The room went silent. "Wow, one million dollars. Do I hear one point one million?" The emcee asked. The brunette shook her head.

"Okay, one million going once, twice. Sold to bidder number six one six." The emcee said as he announced the end of the auction and next steps. You quickly took the brief case from Donny before giving him a hotel key card and a set of instructions to give to Rooster.

You then went to pay your debt. The country club treasurer was quite shocked when you presented her with the million dollars in cash, but was thankful for your "donation." Once your debt was clear, Donny drove you to the Four Seasons. He has an idea of what you had planned, but he knew better than to say anything.

Once there, you made your way in the back entrance and up to your penthouse suite and waited for Rooster.

Room service already had champagne, caviar, and a full bar cart stocked for you.

Thirty minutes after your arrival, Rooster entered the living area of the suite.

"Hello there, Rooster. Can I get you a drink?" You asked him as he made his way into the room. His eyes flitted about, taking in every detail.

"Cognac. If you have it." He said hesitantly. You poured a glass for the both of you before gesturing for him to sit. You stood across from him, watching as he took the drink from you and took a long sip.

You couldn't get a full read on him, but the way his eyes were roaming over your body, you knew you'd be able to seduce him.

You took a seat across from him. Neither of you spoke.

"So— what did you have in mind for the evening?" He asked you. You knew that Bradley was smart enough to know what you had planned.

You didn't answer him. Instead, you stood up and unhooked the top of your dress and pulled the side zipper down. The garment pooled at your feet, revealing the lingerie you had on underneath.

You then sat back down in your chair and kicked your shoes up on the table. The red soles matched your lipstick.

You took another sip of your drink as Rooster sighed and raked his hands through his sandy blonde curls.

"This isn't that kind of date, ma'am." Rooster protested.

You leaned back into the chair and brought the crystal glass of cognac to your lips. He watched you, tentatively as you sipped the rich liquid.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I paid a million dollars for a small slice of your time, sir. That's quite a bit of money. More than you're worth. So, this evening is what I say it is, Mr. Bradshaw." You smirk back at him. You tilt your head to the side as if to dare him to challenge you.

"How do you know my name?" He asks you.

"I'm a very powerful woman, Bradley. I belong to a very powerful family. It's my business to know everyone I associate myself with." You tell him.

He stands up and moves closer to you. You give him a wink.

His feet stay rooted in place as he looks you over. He devoured every inch of the sapphire blue lingerie that you were clad in. You could tell he appreciated the way the bustier hugged your breasts and how he was enticed by the bows tied atop the garters you wore.

"Well, Miss—" He trailed off, still not knowing your name.

"Sapphire. You can call me Sapphire." You filled in the blank for him.

"Well, Sapphire, what exactly did you have in mind?" Bradley asked you with a teasing smirk.

"I want you to take off that Armani suit and show me why they call you Rooster." You replied with no hesitation in your voice.

Bradley chuckled as he reached for his cufflinks. He dropped them, and his watch unceremoniously onto the table before sliding off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He twisted his pinky ring a few times before giving you a devilish grin.

Your lips curled as you sat up straighter.

He stalked over to you before planting a hand on each arm of your chair. That's when you knew you had him.

Perfect.

Everything was going according to plan.

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[hamsterclaw]

hey there rei my ult bias in fanfic writing ☺️

I am not sure if you grant request. I am just really bummed out with work these days. Working overseas is completely burning me out. Reading your works bring me to another dimension, and I am grateful for you always.

Seeing Namjoon yestie with his woes about how shit happens. He even mentioned specifically about relationships... (like who hurt him?)

He looks so hot(as always) but that live was just giving me a lot of angst vibes or something.

Angry sex has always been a turn on to me. I wanna relive it in your words if it'a possible? haha

Anyhow, I love you for always.

Thank you for you..

Love and light ♡

-Chant

Hey Chant, sorry to hear work is hard — living away is so tough too. I read this and thought of the dent in the wall Namjoon made that’s referenced in Five Fuck Friday and this drabble was born. Hope you enjoy it and that it helps! Sending much love your way.

Pairing: Namjoon x f! Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing, spanking, angry Namjoon punching a wall

Namjoon turns off the car engine, a flick of a switch, and there’s a beat, two, of absolute silence that you know, you just know doesn’t bode well for you.

Your husband, for all his carelessness with your heart, has never once made you feel physically unsafe.

Not in all the years you’ve known him.

You’re aware of the size difference between you, how could you not be? It’s evident everyday, when you have to adjust the front seat after he’s been in the car just so you can reach the pedals, when you have to grab a stool to get something off a high shelf in the kitchen that Namjoon could reach effortlessly.

When he’s on top of you, so caught in the throes of his pleasure he forgets not to let you take his full weight. How he steals your breath in so many ways.

But, truly, your husband’s never been like this before.

He gives you a long look in the dark of the car park, a muscle ticking in his jaw. No sign of the dimples you love.

Namjoon exits the car, yanks your door open for you. He’s so close he’s crowding you, you have to turn your head to prevent your face from hitting his broad chest, the way he’s leaning over you.

‘Joon,’ you say, a quiet protest, and he scoffs.

‘Joon,’ he spits. ‘Remember me? Your husband?’

He holds up his hand, platinum wedding band glinting as you head to the entrance to your building.

‘Didn’t you put this ring on my finger, wife?’

His voice has dropped to almost a growl, and your unease ramps up a notch.

‘Answer me,’ he snaps, when you’re in the lift to your floor, glowering at you, so big he takes up almost an entire side of the tiny lift.

You force yourself to look up at his face.

‘I did,’ you say, fighting to keep your voice steady.

Namjoon watches as you fish your keys out of your bag, try unsuccessfully to unlock the front door of your apartment.

He moves so quickly you startle, large hand closing over yours to help you turn the key, other hand braced on the door next to your head to push it open.

You flick the switch, automatically, step out of your shoes, take two tentative steps down the hallway.

‘Where. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You’re. Going.’

The fury in your husband’s voice makes you tremble.

You’re breathing shallowly, because he’s starting to scare you now.

The crash next to your head makes you jump, scream.

You stare in shock at the dent in the plaster your husband’s made with his fist.

Namjoon, your college fuckbuddy turned new husband, a man who’d rather fuck than talk, has just punched a hole in the wall of your shared apartment.

You turn to him, shocked into silence.

He takes a step towards you, and you flinch back against the wall.

Namjoon stops dead.

He stares at you, the anger in his face melting into dismay as he studies your expression.

‘Fuck,’ he says, but there’s no heat in his voice now.

‘Fuck, baby, are you scared of me?’

You freeze.

Namjoon drops to his knees in front of you.

‘Shit. I’d never — you know I’d never —‘

He reaches for your hand. ‘I’d never touch you, not like that,’ he says, voice hoarse, shaky.

He nudges his face into your blouse, presses his cheek to your stomach, and when you reach for him he presses into you eagerly.

‘Tell me to shut up,’ he says, looking up at you. ‘Don’t just put up with it if I’m scaring you, baby.’

‘You weren’t really scaring me,’ you tell him, and he groans.

‘I’m sorry,’ he tells you. ‘I’m fucking sorry.’

He’s nudged your blouse open now, tugged it out of your skirt, pressing kisses to your skin. His mouth, warm and wet, makes you shiver as his lips travel down your belly, to the band of your panties.

You reach down to help him unclasp your skirt, but Namjoon, a veteran of getting you out of your clothes, shakes his head. In a split second he's tugging down your skirt, exposing your underwear, your bare thighs.

He kisses your core over the cotton of your underwear, and you can feel the warmth of him through the material. You suck in a breath as his tongue pokes against your clit.

'Take it off, Joon-ah,' you moan.

Namjoon, on his knees, yanks your panties down, seals his mouth over your bare cunt. He doesn't start slow, just throws your thigh over his shoulder and kisses your cunt like he's starving for it, tongue delving deep, slurping at your arousal, swallowing audibly.

He's messy, as desperate as he's making you feel, and when you reach down to card your fingers through his hair, he groans.

He pulls back, eyes hot. 'Pull my hair, baby. Make me eat you ---'

'You like that?' you ask, breathless. Your husband's a sight to behold right now, lips gleaming with your slick, eyes hooded, hair mussed even though it's been shorter lately.

'Fuck, yeah,' Namjoon grunts. 'Fuck.'

You tug his hair, pull his face between your legs, and Namjoon opens his mouth wide, laps at your clit. His big hand moves from where he's steadying your thigh over his shoulder, and a moment later you feel his fingers pressing into you.

'Joon,' you moan.

Namjoon says nothing, concentrating on fucking you with his fingers, licking at your clit, spreading you open with his other hand.

Your fingers tighten in his hair as you come, and Namjoon moans in approval as you buck your hips into his face.

Your knees weaken, and Namjoon tugs you into his arms.

You're still pulsing around nothing when he pushes you down on your bed, undoes his belt.

You want to watch him undress but he grunts, tugs your hip.

'Turn over, ass up,' he tells you. 'You're gonna get fucked.'

You turn, and Namjoon drops to his knees again, licks a stripe up your cunt.

'Taste so fucking good,' he says, voice low, taut.

He scissors two fingers into you from behind, pulls out, and then he's nudging into you.

He feels fucking huge like this, like you can feel him all way in the back of your throat.

Namjoon groans, long and loud. 'Fuh -- uh -- uck.'

He stays completely still once he's filled you, one hand on your ass, kneading hard.

Then, he pulls out.

You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

He's hard, so hard, cock bobbing as he grasps himself.

'This is for you,' he tells you, voice strained. 'This is how fucking hard I get for you.'

You're not sure where he's going with this.

'You were flirting, weren't you, with Jia's brother, at dinner?'

You try to turn over but he's too quick.

His palm meets your ass in an open handed smack.

You squeak in surprise, try to turn over but he stops you.

'You can make it stop, you know how ---' He's stern, but you know what he's really checking.

You search your memory frantically for the safeword you agreed once when you were both drunk and horny.

'I know how,' you tell him, and Namjoon studies your face.

He nods like he's satisfied.

He spanks you again, rings cold against the flesh of your backside, and you moan.

'I wasn't.'

Namjoon laughs, darkly. 'Don't lie to me.'

He hits you again, and this time it stings so much you cry out.

You know Namjoon will keep going unless you tell him to stop.

Shit, you don't want him to stop.

Namjoon strokes a finger along your slit, enters you shallowly. You try to push against him but he pulls his hand away.

'So fucking greedy,' he scoffs.

He's still fisting his cock, and you could cry at how much you want him back inside you.

'Fine,' you say. 'I was flirting, a bit. But you were flirting too!'

For the second time tonight, your husband stops dead.

'What?'

'You were flirting with Jia and that woman with the green dress,' you point out.

You turn over, and for once Namjoon doesn't leer at your tits.

He's staring at your face.

'Did that bother you?' he asks.

You lift up your hand. Your diamond wedding band flashes. 'You put this ring on my finger too.'

For a moment Namjoon gapes at you.

'I don't want to fuck anyone but you,' Namjoon says, finally.

'Same,' you tell him.

Namjoon pulls you on top of him, mouth seeking yours. You can taste yourself on him still.

'Fuck, get inside me, Joon,' you gasp.

Namjoon grasps you tight against his chest, pulls you under him, enters you all the way in one movement.

'Fuck,' he utters. His hips move, he fucks into you, deep, slow, letting you feel every inch of the drag of his cock inside you.

You’re still so wet from his mouth and your own arousal the slide is easy, his pelvis grinding against your clit on every deep thrust.

‘Joon-ah,’ you moan.

‘I’m here,’ he tells you. ‘I’m here, fuck, it’s me.’

You curl an arm around his neck, and he drops his face willingly so you can press kisses to his cheeks as he fucks you.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he grunts. ‘You feel so good —-‘

You want to tell him it’s ok but he thumbs your clit, plunges in deep, and you moan his name again as you come. Namjoon picks up the pace, pounding into you hard until he groans and you feel him filling you with his warmth.

It’s a while before either of you say anything.

Namjoon curls an arm around you, kisses the top of your head.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

You run your fingers over his bruised knuckles.

Eventually you say, ‘I was a little scared.’

He sighs. ‘I know. I never want to see that again. Tell me to shut up next time.’

He nuzzles under your ear.

‘You know I’d never hurt you like that, don’t you?’ he asks.

In your heart of hearts you do know.

You want to tell him that, but what comes out when you open your mouth is, ‘are you gonna fix the wall?’

‘Yeah, promise,’ he says.

He pulls you under him, seals it with a kiss.

©hamsterclaw 2023

#bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut

[dramioneasks]

Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 8)

Title: Unsinkable Author: Gingersoup  Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 250,812 Summary: After a fight gone wrong in the Department of Mysteries, sworn enemies Draco and Hermione are thrown into a mysterious pensive-like portal and come out the other side onto the RMS Titanic. In a race against time and without their wands, the unlikely duo will have to fight against the binds of their new identities as well as their animosity toward each other in order to survive.

Title: Anchor and Rose. Author: sixth_senses Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 200,220 Summary: "Is it really a good idea to run away from war with the person you despise the most?"A hotel, A boathouse, Narcissa Malfoy's safe-house, and the world's most powerful wand left behind by Regulus Black. What else could Hermione add to the list to make her absolutely insane?Ah yes, Draco fucking Malfoy.ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY WATTPAD (sixth_senses)

Title: selfxconclusion Author: spicyxpisces Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 424,687 Summary: One year after the death of her husband, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is trying to navigate her way through her loss. While trying to discover who she is without her husband, her friends move through their own forms of grief within their relationships.

Title: The Stars Above Us Author: embersofapril Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 200,988 Summary: He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another.It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time.He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week.-A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

Title: A Game of High Stakes Author: in_dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 263,110 Summary: In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Title: Who We Are Now Author: LiloLilyAnn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 60 Word Count: 398,717 Summary: She lived through the war, but did she actually survive it? She didn't recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror, sunken eyes and protruding ribs, covered in scars. This wasn’t Hermione Granger. She died alongside Lavender, Fred, Sirius, Remus... Her name wasn’t up on any walls in memoriam, but she felt like a casualty nonetheless.*****When Hermione can't seem to get past the trauma of the war and all that happened to her, she's convinced to get help for her mental health issues. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World has none... yet.

Title: Redemption/Atonement Author: LordoftheManor Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 75 Word Count: 448,946 Summary: Draco Malfoy has had a crush on Granger for years. When Blaise tells him he's heard Granger has a crush on him--Draco decides to seize the opportunity. The only problem is, Granger wants to keep things quiet. Oh and he's a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort. Hermione Granger has been secretly pining after Draco for years, telling no one. When he suddenly confronts her after class her world turns upside down. This is a 7th year fic as if Dumbledore hadn’t been killed and Voldemort hadn’t taken over the ministry yet. Draco redemption arc. This will cover books 6 & 7.Really just an excuse to write smut about a curly haired witch and her platinum haired beau. There will be dark themes, I’ll try not to stray too far from the books with that though. Explicit sexual content.

Title: A Dangerous Collection Author: Lia_Redrose Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 34 Word Count: 208,277 Summary: Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him. Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?” There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him. It was a catastrophe. A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

Title: Redemption Author: gnrkrystle  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 45 Word Count: 237,960 Summary: As an Unspeakable, Hermione has been tasked with a very complicated case. All the Marked Death Eaters in Azkaban are falling ill - Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott the worst among them. She has to find out why and cure them.

Title: Finding Hermione Author: ebookdragon Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 217,753 Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts' students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he's been living. Draco witnesses Hermione's world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Title: The Education of a Lady Author: thewanderers'wanderingdaughter  Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Horror Chapters: 34 Word Count: 365,605 Summary: Fourth and final (for real this time) part in the His Little Bird series. The story of survival, betrayal, and tragedy. A monster took everything from her. Now she's expected to be a willing participant in the world he's built for them. They want her to become one of them. She only wants vengeance, and now that she has her power back, she can make that a reality.

Title: Snow Angel Author: SunflowersXx Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 31 Word Count: 353,142 Summary: ‘To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves’- Federico Garcia Lorca. Hermione hated secrets, she hated the idea that their lives were already decided in the stars; but mostly, she hated that she had to break Draco Malfoy’s heart.Draco didn’t think he would ever know what love felt like, he didn’t think he would find it in the sun, in whiskey and in that one curl. He certainly didn’t think he would loose it just as he had it in his grasp.

Title: The Hardest of Hearts Author: WillowingScribe1709 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 34 Word Count: 219,508 Summary: Hermione, driven to become Minister of Magic, reluctantly joins a matchmaking agency, only to discover Draco Malfoy as her top match.Initially scoffing at the idea of marrying her old nemesis, Hermione is forced to reconsider when their paths intertwine, unraveling not just their past but also new layers of deceit. Among these Draco's connection to the Seven Devils, a group wrapped in secrecy and rumoured to have been founded by his father, Lucius.What starts out as a simple match of convenience soon blossoms into a profound connection that catches Hermione completely off guard. With a menacing new threat casting a shadow over their future, their growing bond becomes the crux upon which destiny hinges.---------“It’s not that simple,” he said, and his eyes flashed with something dark that curled around her airways and choked the breath out of her. “Even if we never consummate our marriage, I need to know that I can touch you in public without you flinching. That you can touch me in return without looking green in the face.”“Of course I can,” she said with more bravado than she felt.“Is that so?” Malfoy asked, more darkness swirling in his eyes. “Care to demonstrate?”

#Length: 200k or more #favourite fics #classic fics #novel length #dramione

[tmbgareok]

So much news! THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS TOUR THE MIDWEST!

John F. here. First off, we are going back on the road in the Midwest this May and June. THE BIG SHOW is landing in select cities, usually for two nights, for an “Evening with” which means it starts early with no opener. 2 very different shows from night to night. 8-piece band including 3 horns. 2 sets. Gets loud. Some shows are in big clubs, some seated.

This is the blurb the promoters are using: "They Might Be Giants are in top form and back on the road with their ever-evolving show. Featuring songs from the earliest days of their Dial-A-Song service, through their platinum album Flood, all the way to their Grammy-nominated album BOOK; each night is its own distinct celebration of the band's singular songbook. Backed by their notorious live band now including a three-piece horn section, expect a spontaneous, sprawling, enthralling musical event unlike any other."

TWO-NIGHT TICKET BUNDLES: A limited number of multi-night ticket packages are available –– that means reduced ticketing fees.

HOTEL ACCOMMODATIONS?: This time around, in some places, our local promoters are supplying our audiences preferred rates for nearby hotels for TMBG fans. In the past these have proven to be very good values, so check it out. Any applicable hotel deals will be listed on the show's event page.

5/9 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/10 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/11 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/14 CINCINNATI at MADISON THEATER 5/15 CINCINNATI at MADISON THEATER 5/17 DETROIT at THE MAJESTIC 5/18 DETROIT at THE MAJESTIC

6/14 MINNEAPOLIS at FIRST AVENUE 6/15 MINNEAPOLIS at FIRST AVENUE 6/16 ST PAUL at THE FITZGERALD THEATER 6/18 CHICAGO at THE VIC THEATRE 6/19 CHICAGO at THE VIC THEATRE 6/21 MILWAUKEE at THE PABST THEATRE 6/22 MILWAUKEE at THE PABST THEATRE 6/23 MADISON at THE BARRYMORE THEATRE

MORE SHOWS!

It is comical how many of the shows that have yet to sell out have just 50 or 100 tickets left, as some folks had to return tickets due to rescheduling. We know it’s far away, but now is not the worst time to make a move.

ON SALE NOW! AUSTRALIA www.theymightbegiants.com/shows for direct links to regular tickets SOLD OUT 2 Oct Adelaide 4 Oct Sydney 5 Oct Sydney 7 Oct Brisbane 8 Oct Brisbane 10 Oct Melbourne 11 Oct Melbourne 13 Oct Perth

ON SALE NOW! THE BRITISH ISLES www.theymightbegiants.com/shows for direct links to regular tickets

1 Nov Southampton SOLD OUT 2 Nov Cambridge 3 Nov London SOLD OUT 5 Nov Glasgow 6 Nov Newcastle 8 Nov Belfast SOLD OUT 9 Nov Dublin SOLD OUT 12 Nov Manchester SOLD OUT 13 Nov Leeds 15 Nov Nottingham SOLD OUT 16 Nov Bristol SOLD OUT 17 Nov London

[villainousif]

Villainous

This is Rated 16+, please be aware of this before continuing

This game will contain

Blood and violence, death, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, vulgar language and implicit sexual content, suggestive mature content

Fate can be great and bad. Born into a cruel and unfair world, life was never great nor did it get better, always bringing you into a downward spiral. Death was at your door, and it was time for judgement.

Yet judgement was never casted for you lived another day but how far can you run before it consumes you whole and kills you right where you stand? How long before you pay the ultimate price for your crimes? Your fate is sealed.

SYNOPSIS

Cursed is what you've heard since you were a small child abandoned in a cruel world. What could you do but survive hopeless? The world laughed at you and threw things at you, but you were saved by mother she showed you love. All you have to do now is listen to your mother; after all, She is the only one who can wash away your sins.

DEMO FEATURES

Play a cursed MC and future villain with uncontrollable powers and an uncontrollable craving for blood.

Customizable MC: name, gender (male, female, non-binary), appearance,

Manipulate and destroy those around you play the victim

Listen to mother

5 Potential Romance Options

Survive

DEMO TBA

Main Cast

King Derek (53)

- King Derek is not present in the lives of Amalia and Amir since he is preoccupied with Kingdom matters and battles.

Mother Cordelia (44)

- The woman who adopted you and nurtured you as her own is kind and compassionate, and she appears to be rather younger for her age.

Teacher Esmerelda (60)

 - The twins’ teacher since childhood She is sweet and humble, yet she is strict and only does what she believes is proper and ideal.

More characters will be added as the story goes on + more information on them

ROs

Princess Amalia [ISFP] (23)

- A carefree and enthusiastic princess, a ray of sunshine 

- Small in height with wavy long platinum blonde hair, bright ocean blue eyes, honey complexion, and a lithe figure with dimples

- Amalia, prince Amir’s twin sister, is reckless and full of energy. She enjoys crowded areas and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She spends most of her time exploring or horseback riding. She is known for her breathtaking beauty and heavenly smile, as well as her unconditional loving attitude.

Prince Amir [INFJ] (23)

- A quiet and calm prince 

- Wavy hip long platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes, honey complexion, and a tall, mesomorph figure

- Amir, the twin brother of Princess Amalia, is the polar opposite of his sister; he is more cautious and instinctive; he prefers peaceful places and spends much of his time reading or training; and he is known for his intelligence and serene attitude, always appearing to be perfect.

Commander Erica [ENTJ] (25)

- A commander who is open-minded, intuitive, and judgmental.

- Curled medium-length black hair, bright orange eyes, dark brown complexion, inverted triangle physique, with scars all over

- Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army Erica is a nice and laid-back person who enjoys the entertainment and has a sweet spot for cutesy things. She spends much of her time with her army or out touring; she is known for her raw strength, laid-back demeanor, and accomplishments.

Servant Caius [ESFP] (24)

- A charming and flirtatious servant

- Dark brown short curly hair tangled hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, athletic physique, medium height, and a beauty mark under his left eye

- An imperial palace servant Caius is a humorous and charming flirt who enjoys open places and people. He spends the most of his time working or chatting with strangers. He is known for his confidence and playboy tendencies. 

Wizard Wren (20)

- A prideful and arrogant wizard

- Straight long dark red hair, mismatched green and purple eyes, ivory complexion, and a slim frame low in height with an eyepatch on the left eye.

- A wizard of the Empire Wren is direct and ruthless; they prefer tiny spaces and spend the most of their time casting spells or conducting magical matters; they are known for being powerful and arrogant.

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[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Fluff/Suggestive🍥🍭

“Kenny~♡!”

Draken immediately rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face and set his mechanics magazine down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Yes, shorty?”

He looked at your attire with a dark eyebrow quirked. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

You just grinned and did a 360° spin to showcase your festive holiday onesie. A sparkly, sequin-covered Santa hat covers your hair, complete with actual blinking Christmas lights.

“Are you ready to put up the Christmas decorations?!”

He looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about it and ran his tongue over the platinum top-row grill.

“No, but you are, so that means that I’m ready by default.” 

“Right you are! Now c’mon!”

—-

“Y/N…why is this shit all tangled up?” 

His dark eyes darted from the lights on your hat to the tangled mess that you’d set in front of him.

With hands planted firmly on your wide hips, you just glared at him. 

“Well, they have just been sitting in the garage inside a random box since last Christmas.”

Ken looked at you standing across the living room with a pile of boxes labeled ‘xmas deco’ sitting at your feet.

“Don’t get smart.”

“Sorry Kenny~but please untangle them so I can hang them up? You know you’re so good with your hands…”

You strutted over to the couch and stood behind it before your hands planted on his strong shoulders.

“Hmm, is that right?” Draken grinned at you from his side profile almost making you melt into a puddle of goo right there.

—-

“Move the ladder just a little to the left, Ken. Right there is good!” 

You squealed as your much taller boyfriend situated the ladder underneath the archway in the living room where you were going to string the lights up.

“Go ahead. I'm holding it.” 

You hesitated a bit and looked away from him, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over you. Ken caught onto your change in demeanor quickly. 

“What’s the matter?”

“If I go up the ladder with you holding it like that my butt will be in your face.”

It almost hurt for him not to roll his eyes.

“Girl, I grew up in a brothel. You think I’m worried about some ass in my face? Just put the shit up.” 

He shook the ladder a bit as if to say ‘get your ass up there’

After you got over yourself, you climbed up the ladder and began stringing the lights up.

Just as you were climbing down, Draken scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Ken!” 

SMACK. 

Your butt cheek wobbled from the force he'd put into that smack.

“Hush. You can finish this tomorrow. How about you come and tell me again how good I am with my hands, huh?” 

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[chocoshrooms]

:: BEN Drowned GENERAL HEADCANONS ::

• i do not own the above image •

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:; he has piercings on both sides of his lips (snake bites) and usually keeps hoop like jewelry in. his ears are also pierced almost all the way down them, he has a lot of free cartilage from his elf ears. i could also see him having eyebrow piercings or his nose pierced

:; fluffy blonde hair but not a yellowish blonde, it is more platinum blonde but darker in the roots. his hair is long enough for a shorter ponytail or a small bun, and he does style his hair both ways to keep it out of his eyes sometimes. (sally will also put a little bow on his man bun if they are playing together)

:; does not wear the link costume. he is usually in casual clothes like jeans, ripped or not, hoodies, t-shirts, or sweatpants. does not get dressed up for any occasion

:; shares his clothes with everyone. he is probably one of the most comforting creeps to be around, and yes everyone steals his anime t-shirts but he also steals things he likes from others as well

:; but very sneaky!!

:; will paint his fingernails or let sally doodle on them. his nails grow at a faster rate than humans do so he tries to keep them trimmed

:; as said before, he is very comforting to be around. he is very welcoming to new people but also does not speak very much when he meets someone new. i like to think he has social anxiety most of the time but once he gets to know you he will open up a lot more.

:; very comfortable around most creeps though so it does not seem like he would have anxiety. he has just been around them for a long time so has came out of his shell lots more

:; ben can manipulate time to a certain extent, he can only slow time down not speed it up. but this takes a lot of energy for him to do this and also a huge electrical charge (when he has attempted this before he made the mansion go without power for a couple days) but, he doesn’t really know how to use this power, he’s still learning

:; ben also has the ability to use fire. and electricity (obviously) he can create fire by using enough electricity! the fire comes from his hands. sometimes he will do little “fire shows” to entertain other creeps or himself.

:; ben is usually cold to the touch but when he uses a lot of electricity or uses his fire powers, his hands and feet heat up to high temperatures

:; ben is pretty tall but lanky and stronger than most think!

:; ben can also manipulate music, even while someone’s playing live music in front of him. he can reverse music and words to a song (this is almost like he can “possess” someone like a ghost would but he’s not really good at it and still needs tons of practice)

:; ben comes from another world entirely so it’s very hard for him to get practice or help with his powers and how to use them efficiently! (he does try to pick up books in the other world or get help from someone there but he’s a slow learner)

:; sometimes codes float around ben or random internet searches and they appear glitchy, he can usually swat them away but they just reappear. his body also vibrates softly because of the electricity surging through him

:; ben is very very smart, he just acts like he’s not 99% of the time! no one can fool him. and yes, he goes through everyone’s search histories and peeps through everyone’s phones which is also why he knows so much about other creeps! he just can’t help it, he’s very curious but not judgmental to what others have going on. sometimes this helps him get closer to others by bringing up topics they’re interested in

:; ben does play video games but not to a crazy extent. he’s very good at them and occasionally will play when he has free time or bored. he loves to play with other creeps and will either play a game with them or let them watch him play! he also obsesses over certain games or tv shows/movies and dedicates a couple months of his life to them

:; ben has a very chill personality but that doesn’t mean he can’t be mean! he’s not really disliked by any of the creeps but if you do get on his bad side he will be sure to let you know he doesn’t like you (ignoring you when you talk to him, looking past you when you’re in his presence, pranking you in the most hardcore manner, deleting important things from your phone, and so much more!)

:; ben can float but also chooses to walk, (he floats around like peter pan would)

:; if it is dark in a room you can see bens red eyes like little dots, he also glows green a little but if codes are surrounding him they will light up the room! they are pretty bright

:; ben can zap the radio & play anything he likes from the internet, this is good for when you’re in one of the old dinky cars from the mansion that doesn’t even allow bluetooth. he’s your own personal bluetooth! he can also pick up on other radios nearby & hear conversations if people are close enough to the radios

:; can faze into objects if he really tries, just not as good as sally since sally is 100% poltergeist, sometimes he gets stuck halfway!

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this is all i can think of for now! feel free to request something <3

!! ALSO sorry for the late update! this is gonna sound funny but i actually got pregnant & had my baby! so i was gone for a while haha. i look forwards to updating on here more & taking requests now :)

#ben drowned headcanon #creepypasta #cp headcanons #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader

[minisugakoobies]

Day 3 ❄️ MYG, JHS

Kinks: choking, spiked eggnog

Pairing: Bi!Yoongi x Bi!Reader x Bi!Hoseok

Genre: holiday, smut, porn with the barest of plots, Roommates!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, explicit drinking game, kissing (mxr and mxm), choking, hair pulling, hand job, undernegotiated kink, implied fucking (mxr), implied voyeurism, discussions of multiple sexual scenarios like oral sex (m and f giving, m receiving) and public fingering, Stoner!Hobi because that's my jam, Yoongi is once again the instigator because that is also my jam, also long-haired Yoongi warning

Word Count: 2.3K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Secrets come to light after your roommate spikes the eggnog

A/N: The genesis for this one came from a discussion in the group chat with @bangtanintotheroom and @herecomesjoon. Thanks to them for helping me brainstorm! 💜

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 2 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 4

New Year’s Day is always rough, but it’s honestly one of your favorite days. It typically finds you sleeping until noon, waking with a hangover, and recuperating on your couch watching dumb movies while one of your two roommates makes you something greasy and delicious to help you recover. 

The remnants of last night’s party are still strewn about your apartment, plastic cups and streamers everywhere. The place looks like a festive tornado swept through it. But you don’t care, draining the bowl of haejangguk that Yoongi made for you. Your other roommate Hoseok sighs happily as he puts down his spoon. 

“We should probably start cleaning,” he says, eyeing the mess around you. Typical Hoseok. Not even a killer hangover could stop his neatfreak ways. Even though you’d watched him drink his body weight in liquor last night, he looks remarkably refreshed, nary a dark circle under his eyes as he runs his fingers through his platinum blonde hair. 

You groan, taking the empty bowls from your roommates and carrying them into the kitchen. “Please. Not now, Hobi. I’m still feeling all those shots from last night.” You dig through the fridge, hoping to find a sports drink hidden somewhere, but all you find is soju, and a giant bowl of eggnog. “Fuck, we didn’t finish the nog last night? There’s so much left.” 

Yoongi pads into the kitchen. Unlike Hoseok, he looks sleepy, but that’s just his normal countenance. His dark hair curls over his ears, brushing his shoulders as he joins you at the fridge. “You know, we can solve those two problems at once.” 

“Huh?” 

He gestures to the eggnog. Then he wanders over to the counter where various bottles of liquor are still arranged from last night. He picks up a bottle of whisky. 

“Bring me that bowl.” 

It’s not a great idea, but it’s also not the worst, you conclude ten minutes later, sipping on a glass of spiked eggnog. Why not indulge in a little hair of the dog to get rid of your hangover? The bowl sits on your living room table for easy refills. You’ve curled yourself into a ball on the couch again, feet pointing towards Yoongi, who lounges at the other end. Hoseok’s sitting in the worn-out armchair the three of you found at a secondhand shop, legs splayed comfortably. 

“How long is this stuff good for?” he asks, swirling his cup a little.

Yoongi shrugs. “Probably not too long, so drink up.” 

Hoseok frowns. “It’s not exactly chuggable.” 

“Then don’t chug it,” Yoongi replies calmly, earning a scowl from Hoseok. 

“How about we play a game?” you ask, wincing slightly as you take another sip. “Lord, Yoongi, did you have to put the whole bottle in there?” 

His lips quirk in a quick smirk before he raises his glass in the air. “Never have I ever… hooked up with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.” Then he takes a sip. 

“Oh, I guess we’re playing already,” Hoseok says, also lifting his cup to his lips. 

You keep your cup lowered. “Yoongi, the point is to make others drink, not yourself.” 

His eyes glimmer. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” 

“Me next,” Hoseok purses his lips. “Um, never have I ever… uh… kissed someone under the mistletoe.” 

All three of you drink. 

“Okay, I guess we’re doing a holiday theme, so… never have I ever gone to Christmas dinner with my family while completely stoned.” 

Hoseok drinks while you grin. He rolls his eyes. “Laugh if you want, but it was the only way to survive. Anyway… never have I ever given a mall Santa a blow job.” 

Yoongi takes another sip. 

“Seriously?” you squeak.

He shrugs. “I liked his beard. And I told you that in confidence,” he points at Hoseok, as the blonde man’s honking laughter fills the room. 

The game continues this way for a while, the three of you cashing in on the knowledge you’ve gained over your years of friendship to force one another to drink. As the bowl drains, the mood in the room gets sillier, the questions slide from holiday-themed to just generally explicit, and you start to wonder what will run out faster - the eggnog or the secrets you’ve kept tucked away about your roommates. 

“Um…” you glance at the ceiling, slumped against the back of the couch, trying to think of another question. Yoongi has shifted as he’s grown drunk, sliding towards you so that his arm rests against yours, while Hoseok has turned sideways in his seat, his legs hanging over the arm. He’s currently staring at the wall, face redder than the Santa’s hat he wore last night. “Hobi. You good over there?”

He tilts his head slowly, like he’s really thinking about it. Then he favors you with one of his brightest smiles, the one that makes his eyes disappear. “Yes.” 

You and Yoongi giggle, and Yoongi nudges you with his arm. “Come on, go.” 

“Okay, okay. Never have I ever…” Your attention is diverted by the warmth of Yoongi’s hand, where it lightly traces wobbly circles on your thigh. It’s nothing new, the two of you cuddling on the couch like this. Both of your roommates are pretty touchy-feely and so are you. But the whisky and the game have fired up the horny part of your brain, and his touch is only adding fuel to the flames. Doesn’t help that you’ve always found him attractive.  “Never have I said someone else’s name in bed.“

Hoseok drinks as Yoongi laughs.

“Look, it was an honest mistake - Soomin is really close to Sungmin!” 

“Yeah, but Soomin’s brother was named Sungmin!” you shout. “She was sucking your dick and you called her by her brother’s name!” 

Hoseok shrugs. “Well, maybe I had to think about him while she was doing that, because she was so shit at it. And he wasn’t.” 

“Holy shit, Hobi,” you cackle, “you’re ice cold.” He just grins, shooting you a wink, and you feel it in the pit of your stomach. Why must both of your roommates be so hot?

Yoongi’s up. “Never have I ever been fingered on the bus.” 

You shoot him a glare before taking a drink. 

“Whoa, public fingerbang?” Hoseok’s eyes widen. He slips out of his chair, crawling towards the table to refill his drink. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” 

“I’m not. Not really. I mean, sometimes things just kinda… happen… you know?” You set your glass on the table. “Did one of you crank the heat up? It’s really warm in here.” Tugging your hoodie off, you toss it on the back of the couch. 

“It’s not warm, you’re just drunk,” Yoongi informs you. 

“‘M not drunk, I’m pleasantly tipsy,” you state. You’re also losing your mind a bit now that Yoongi has switched things up, raking his fingernails down your thigh instead of lightly drawing shapes. 

Hoseok, still on the floor, has also noticed the motion, his gaze fixed on Yoongi’s hand. His eyes bounce between the two of you for a moment before he speaks. “Never have I ever messed around with a roommate.” 

Furtive glances fly around the room. No one drinks. 

The drunken giddiness that once permeated the room is gone now. Instead, the air feels thick, almost hazy with a strange kind of frustration. You didn’t really notice it building until now, but it’s almost unmistakable. 

You bite your lip, wondering if your next question is too much, asking it anyway. “Never have I ever masturbated while thinking about a roommate.” 

All three of you drink. 

Yoongi keeps the rim of his glass pressed to his lips, looking deep in thought as he ponders his next question. “Never have I ever wished a roommate would catch me masturbating.” 

There’s a slight pause, and then you all drink. As if a switch has been thrown, the game speeds up, questions flying faster and faster. 

“Never have I ever wanted to go down on a roommate.” Everyone drinks.

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to go down on me.” Everyone drinks.

Yoongi, then Hoseok, then you. Each of you asking questions that are no longer pointed scenarios meant to make each other drink, but thinly veiled wishes coming to light. And every sip reveals that these wishes, these desires, are shared.

Hoseok slides around the table as the rounds continue rapid-fire, until he’s close enough to brush his hand against your bare leg. Between his fingers dancing up your calf, and Yoongi’s hand squeezing above your knee, you feel like your body is on fire. 

“Never have I ever wanted to fuck a roommate,” Yoongi rasps, voice pitching low. Everyone drinks.

Hoseok’s fingers lock around your ankle. “Never have I ever wanted to get fucked by a roommate.” 

Again, everyone drinks. You can’t take it anymore. 

“Fuck, never have I ever wanted a roommate to kiss me,” you say, your words breaking as your question becomes a plea. Thankfully, Yoongi recognizes this, and he cups the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. 

You suck the whisky from his tongue as he plunges it between your lips. A groan sounds from deep in your throat. The hand not holding your head has now run beneath your shirt, blazing a path directly for your breast. 

Hoseok hisses from the floor, gripping your ankle tightly enough to draw your attention. When you turn your head, he rises up on his knees to meet your lips. Where Yoongi’s kiss was deep and smooth, Hoseok’s is fiery and sharp, teeth biting as he slides his mouth down to your neck. 

“Never have I ever wanted a roommate to choke me,” Yoongi husks, and Hoseok pulls away from your throat to stare at Yoongi as Yoongi grabs his glass to take a sip. 

“Fuck, you’re into that?” you breathe, chest rising faster. Yoongi nods, and Hoseok straightens up, moving until he’s directly between the two of you on the couch. 

Hoseok holds up his glass. “Never have I ever choked a roommate,” he smirks, tossing back the last of his drink. 

The two men stare at each other. The tension between them makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Then they both lean forward, moving as if one until their mouths crash together. Yoongi whimpers when Hoseok’s fingers lace into his long locks, tugging to make Yoongi tip his head back, exposing his throat. 

As Hoseok’s fingers wrap around Yoongi’s neck, you snatch up your glass and raise it over your head in a cheers to yourself. “Never have I ever watched my roommate choke my other roommate.” And you take a swig. 

Yoongi’s hips buck upwards as Hoseok begins to squeeze, and your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his pants. Experimentally, not wanting to interrupt the frenzied kissing happening in front of you, you trail your hand along Yoongi’s thigh, close to but not touching his dick. He immediately jerks to the right, trying to thrust his hard-on into your outstretched palm. 

Hoseok finally stops trying to swallow Yoongi’s tongue and lifts his head. His fingers relax a little. “Want more?” he asks the other man. 

“Yes,” Yoongi exhales, voice barely a croak, and his eyes dart to you. “Touch me, please,” he moans, and then he curls his fingers into Hoseok’s shirt, yanking the man towards him for another kiss. 

You quickly free his dick from his pants. He’s so warm in your spit-soaked hand, cock practically throbbing under your fingers as you start to stroke him. His hips jolt upwards when you tease the sensitive skin at the head of his dick, and he whines into Hoseok’s mouth, who groans in reply. 

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” you mutter. 

Hoseok’s fingers are once again digging into Yoongi’s throat, cutting off the man’s air, and Yoongi starts rutting into your hand faster than you’re jerking him off, so instead of you giving him a hand job he’s basically using your hand as a sex toy, and the thought of him using you in any way has you panting, thighs squeezing together in desperation. Hoseok notices your needy shuffling and he rolls his lips up Yoongi’s cheek to speak. 

“Shit, you enjoying the show?” His darkened eyes and cocky grin sends a fresh wave of desire dripping out of you. “You’re next. If you want.” 

“I want,” you mewl. “Fuck, I want!” You don’t even know what it is he means, making out or choking or more than that, but you want it anyway. 

“Good.” The fingers twisted into Yoongi’s hair flex, tipping his head so Yoongi is forced to look Hoseok directly in the eye. “Just gotta get our boy here to come, and then it’ll be your turn. I bet he can’t wait to watch you come. Isn’t that right?”  

Yoongi moans at Hoseok’s question. So do you. Hoseok grins, tightening his hand again. You surge forward and press your lips to Yoongi’s. You can feel his hand groping at your breast again as you lick into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as Hoseok gives one last hard press.

When he releases his hold, Yoongi falls apart. His spray coats your hand, dripping thick and hot down your fingers while you stroke him through his orgasm. It’s not until his hips go still again that you stop.

Yoongi gasps as air rushes back into his lungs. “Oh shit!” He collapses against the armrest, breathing heavily. Hoseok sits back on his heels, looking quite pleased with himself. 

Your hand is still coated in Yoongi’s release, another mess you should clean up, but again you don’t care. “Now what?” you ask your roommates impatiently.

Yoongi grins, reaching for his glass. “Never have I ever watched my roommates fuck.” 

He takes a sip.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

A/N: Ohhh, so y'all forced this out of me, what with all the talk about the "Blue Scarf" and expanding the "Scarf Universe" thrown at me this week! 😂 (I hear you, I hear you!) Be careful what you wish for, lil' darlin's!! Honestly, though, I've known since I ended Pink Scarf that this was something that was going to happen in this particular way to our dear Reader and E, I just never knew if it was going to see the light of day. And with this week's prompt, all the inspiration and stars seemed to align at once on Sunday, so this came out rather quick and may be rough, and it's possible I might go back and tweak it later, but I'm happy with it for now. I hope this satiates you for the moment. I hope it gives you all the feels. And, yes, perhaps I may expand this little Blue Scarf into a series and include a spicy story or two later, if you all are good lil' babies for me. 😏 💙🧣💙 Let me know in the comments and reblogs...😉

Thanks always to my sister wives @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for allowing me to skirt by late with this week's prompt. 😇

Prompt: “How are we going to solve this problem?”

Rating: PG (ish?) || Word Count: 2.7k

TW: Fluff, angst (always), infidelity (sort of??), no smut (so sorry loves)

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

August 1971

It’s fitting, you think, that today of all days, you’re wearing his blue silk scarf in your hair. Elvis hasn’t worn it much since that fateful summer a couple of years ago—and only for a few more shows and a couple nights out—so you had absconded with it and made it your own, as you’d managed to do with many of his things. You loved how it smelled of him, the silk doused in his musk and cologne, and how it reminded you of the not-wearing-a-shirt-under-a-jacket/jumpsuit phase he gone through that summer and fall of ‘69. Lord, you’d loved that phase. It had been so easy to lay him bare before you.

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought of what this particular scarf has seen between the two of you, and then at the fact that this might be the worst possible time for a thought like that to pop into your head. You know it’s the shock of the bomb that just dropped on your lives that has your brain short circuiting a little. Because neither of you ever expected this.

You nervously twist the platinum and diamonds on your ring finger, the ones which pledged his love for you in front of your family, friends, and the world. Thoughts fill your mind of your lovely, small wedding, how this scarf had been there for that important moment, too, tied around your waist, cinching your white dress—being both your “something borrowed” and your “something blue.” Elvis loved that you’d included it, this piece of him, as part of your gown.

He also loved untying it at the end of the night and letting it flutter to your feet with the rest of your dress.

It’s counterpart, the pink scarf, had been tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, a little secret for you both. You’d enjoyed it, as well, later that night.

“Y/n, did y-you hear me? I-I-I-It’s me,” Elvis says, snapping you out of your memories, his hand lingering on the phone he’d just placed back on its cradle. “How are w-w-we going to solve this problem?”

The wavering fear in his voice is palpable and in any other circumstance it might scare you, but a strange sense of calm falls over you. Somehow the domino effect of both of your actions two years ago have led you to this very moment. Tragic as it is, it seems meant to be.

Just like you and Elvis.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathe deeply. Yes, there is a part of you that is still jealous and angry about what brought you here. But you knew, even back then, that it was possible he’d been with others in your month-long absence, that his fear of losing you plus old habits could have driven him into the arms of another. It wasn’t a new revelation, just one neither of you had wanted to talk about after all was said and done. And it hadn’t been an issue since, so you figured bringing it up would be more trouble than it was worth.

Pushing that hurt aside, a much bigger feeling swells within you—one you’ve been hesitant to name for fear that it would not come to fruition. But now everything has changed.

“It’s not a problem,” you state, your voice surprisingly steady.

“W-w-what?” Elvis questions, those oceanic eyes of his widening in disbelief.

“It’s a gift, Elvis. From the most unlikely and sad circumstances, yes, but a gift all the same. Isn’t it?” You’re not quite sure if you are trying to convince him or if you are just stating the obvious, but those feelings continue to rise in you and have for days. And they overshadow the fading fissure of anger and the burgeoning fear that you refuse to let consume you.

Hope. Joy.

“A gift?” he repeats, letting the words roll on his tongue, letting them sink in. He blinks slowly, gaze shifting off into the distance for a moment. Then, he looks down at the paperwork on the table. At the picture. “Oh. Oh.”

A shuddering breath shakes his shoulders, his ring clad fingers clawing at his knees. It’s when the tears pool in his eyes, finally betraying his sensitive vulnerability after so many days of keeping it in, that you slide out of your chair and rush to his side.

He immediately buries his head into your belly, his arms circling around your waist, clinging to you. A sob wrenches out of him, one so deep that it brings tears to your eyes.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I didn’t think...I-I-I din’t know,” he hiccups. You’re not sure if he’s apologizing to you or her or him. Maybe his apology is for all of you.

“Shhh, hush, it’s okay,” you coo, tears trickling absently down your cheeks. You run your fingers through his soft hair before pulling back, cupping his cheeks so he is forced to look at you.

He is so wide-eyed and young-looking staring up at you, his eyes now matching the scarf in your hair with their electric blue, a dramatic contrast against the redness caused by his tears.

“It’s not a problem, honey, it’s a gift. He is a gift,” you say, wiping the tears that linger on his prominent cheekbones. “We can do this. I want to do this. If you do.”

Elvis blinks up at you, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. If he’s a part of you, he’s a part of me, too. And—and,” you choke up, swallowing your past sorrows, “you know it’s something I’ve always wanted. Something I never thought we could have. This is…a chance to make something wonderful out of something tragic.”

You’re aware the reality is likely going to be much more complicated than either of you can fathom in this moment. There is a part of you that is utterly terrified it won’t live up to the miracle you want it to be and that you won’t be worthy of the task. But that is not what Elvis needs to hear, not right now. Your insecurities can wait.

Elvis looks down at the picture resting on the table of the young woman and her baby. Your gaze follows. The first time you saw it, you knew, based solely on the fact that the woman looked so much like a younger version of you, that something had happened between them in those weeks you’d escaped from Vegas to California, when you left him, trying to figure out if you could forgive him. When you were trying to recover from your life turning upside down.

Her likeness plus the look of horrified guilt on his face upon seeing the picture told you all you needed to know about that. His begging and pleading for forgiveness at your feet solidified it.

But it had been the way Vernon had blanched white as a sheet when seeing the baby that you understood the true consequence of Elvis’ dalliance.

It was a punch in the gut, at first. Of course, it was. But logically you knew that he’d been hurting in those weeks without you, unsure if you’d ever come back to him. It wasn’t altogether surprising that he’d sought out comfort from a girl who looked so much like you.

You wanted to be furious at the fact she had gotten pregnant by him so easily, but you knew that was a futile road to go down, especially after what happened to her.

According to the letter she’d given to her lawyer, who had sent it on to Elvis, the cancer within her spread like wildfire. It was too late to save her by the time her pain had sent her to the doctor. She—Theresa—had never planned to ask Elvis for a thing, she reiterated. Theresa had been content to raise her son by herself. But she had no family to take him in when she was gone, and she could not bear to think of her son alone and unloved.

“You don’t have to take him, Elvis, truly. But I beg you, please, please make sure he is placed with a nice family, that he is loved and taken care of. I cannot leave him all alone.”

His lawyers weren’t convinced, however, and didn’t want him to even entertain the thought. It could open you up for all sorts of future problems, Elvis.

But that didn’t stop him from finding out for himself because, as all of them knew, nobody tells Elvis Presley what he can and can’t do. He tracked her down, in Denver of all places, and took you and Vernon with him to the hospital to see Theresa. You didn’t know how you would feel seeing this girl Elvis had been with in a moment of weakness. Would you want to slap her face? Would you want to cry and scream? Would you want to tear her apart?

Instead, it had shocked you into silence, seeing someone that resembled you so closely withering away from disease, as if it were some sort of eerie harbinger. It made your skin prickle. But then compassion filled you, more so than you ever expected. The poor woman was on death’s door, but you’ll never forget the relief in her eyes when you all walked through the door. That look was something that couldn’t be faked. Nor was the toddler playing with the nurse in the corner, the little boy who Vernon looked at like he’d seen a ghost.

The boy was the spitting image of his father.

But that didn’t stop Theresa from encouraging a paternity test. She was well aware of what a mess this could be for Elvis, and she didn’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt for anyone involved. She wanted him to be sure.

“I don’t want to ruin your life,” she’d croaked, her emaciated frame limp and barely able to produce the tears she was trying to hold back. “I never want him to be a burden.”

The tiny blonde child chose that pivotal moment to break away from the nurse, waddling over and grabbing Elvis’ flared pant leg with chubby little fists, commanding Elvis’ attention downward. His chin tucked, gaze following the movement at his feet, and you watched him wrestle with what to do, what the protocol in this sort of situation was. It was intense, this first moment between them, and the boy’s all-too-familiar crooked smile and slow blinking blue eyes made your heart clench.

You watched Elvis come to an unspoken decision, and he lifted the boy easily and almost too naturally tucked the boy into his hip. The room collectively held its breath, watching the scene unfold. You’d never seen a child snuggle up to an unfamiliar person like that before, the way he buried his head into Elvis’ shoulder as if drawn in, inexplicably trusting. Granted, Elvis had that preternatural way about him, his essence bringing people to him constantly. But this was different.

Heart fluttering into a gallop, you watched Elvis take this moment in before nodding solemnly, sucking in his lip. With the child tucked into his side, it was obvious to you that he was holding back his pressing emotions to stay in control. Nevertheless, he was unwavering when he told Theresa, “Even if he’s not mine, I’ll make sure he finds a good home. I promise you that.”

She’d closed her eyes then, and when they opened, you saw a gratefulness and relief so strong it nearly bowed you over.

Elvis had done the blood test right then at the hospital. Everyone was quiet on the plane ride home. Elvis, pensive and withdrawn, clutched at your hand so tightly it tingled from the loss of circulation. And when the call came the next day that Theresa was gone, your heart broke for her. Sheer willpower had kept her alive long enough to make sure her son would be safe. A mother’s love.

You’d wept for her. You’d wept for you and for Elvis. You’d wept for that little boy.

Nicholas. Nicholas Aaron.

You didn’t tell Elvis that the moment you saw the 16-month-old toddle towards you that you knew. That you loved him instantly, like something magical locked into place. It was too early, too soon. But you knew.

Elvis hadn’t wanted to talk about it much as you all waited for the results. He was antsy and on edge, everyone giving him a wide berth. His guilt was trying its best to distance him from you, that deep seeded, insecure vulnerability in him trying to simultaneously push you away while needing you close. It was evident in the way he clung to you in his sleep. But you did everything in your power to let him know you didn’t hate him for the indiscretion, that you still loved him unconditionally, no matter the paternity outcome.

Of course, your mind whirled in overdrive, circling the drain around your surprising emotions about Nicholas. You found yourself worrying your nails down to the quick about whether he was safe and who was caring for him since his mother died. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two whenever you thought about it. You knew you shouldn’t get too attached, but you couldn’t help it. It was primal and biological, this response.

So when the phone rang this morning and Jerry had so seriously handed it to Elvis, you knew what it was, your breath catching in your throat. This was the moment that would change everything. And you hoped it was for the better as you sat across from him, wringing your hands in your lap. Silence filled the room as Elvis listened to the voice on the other end, his face going Hollywood blank, giving you nothing to hold on to. Your heart threatened to explode right out of your chest and onto the table.

He thanked the voice on the other end and hung up the phone.

“E, what did they—” you started.

“I’m his father,” Elvis finally whispered in shock.

And now you are here, holding him to you, being his rock while in your own state of disbelief and wonder. A thousand emotions roll through you all at once: Hope. Joy. Sorrow for Theresa. Guilt for being happy in the face of Nicholas’ tragedy.

“Do you want this, to take him in, Elvis?” you ask, prompting him to look up at you once more. You pray you know the answer.

“Of course, I do. I’m his father. He’s my son,” he says, as if the unfamiliar words have finally landed and he believes them. Then his signature 1,000-megawatt crooked smile spreads across his face. “I have a son! We have a son!” he adds, proudly.  

Elvis jumps up, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around until the room tilts on its axis. You laugh breathlessly, arms locked around his neck, wondering how in the world you’ve managed to get here after all this time, in the most unlikely of ways.

A son.

When he sets you down, he looks at you, grinning from ear to ear with an unbridled passion like you’ve never seen from him before. It’s not sexual, and it’s different from the passion he has for his music. It’s the love of a new father, you realize, something you never thought you’d get to see. It makes your heart swell uncontrollably.

“Are you absolutely positive this is what you want, lil’ mama?” His questioning eyes search yours as he cups your face, his fingers catching in the blue scarf in your hair. The pet name suddenly takes on a whole new meaning, releasing butterflies in your stomach.

Excitement has your heart racing and your breath short, but you beam, winking, “Oh, I’m one thousand percent positive, Daddy.”

Elvis kisses you deeply, as though he’s merging with you, engulfing you. It takes your breath away completely.

“We have a son,” he whispers, smiling against your mouth. “Let’s go get our son.” There’s something in the way he includes you in this, a pointed clarity that you are not an outsider because you aren’t Nicholas’ biological mother. No, he’s telling you in no uncertain terms—this is your boy as much as he is mine.

And after so many years thinking it could never be, it finally, truly hits you, without a doubt:

I’m going to be a mother.

*

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[cerastes]

drimo rate my wage slave squad

This is like the Triforce of wageslaves, you have the one doing it because she legitimately loves the work details, her workmates, and has a good boss (Texas), the one that's his own boss, basically, and who sees this less as work and more as just how he lives his life while still being sharp about making a profit with the craft (Jaye) and then you have the white blistering sun of frustration and red raw rage who wants nothing more than to channel this pure emotion into a highly concentrated beam that could incinerate the world (Platinum).

By combining the three primordial forms wagies, this team combines their sheer might to summon Mlynar E3, who has little aspects of all three, who then proceeds to obliterate the Seaborn with a Maximum Power OL Beam.

10/10

#annierosaart

[danpuff-ao3]

Draco Malfoy: Rare Pair Rec List

If you know me, you know Draco is my fandom bicycle. Pass that boy around, baby! So here are a list of some of my favorite Draco-ship fics with various rare pairs! Different ships, different vibes, all kinds of goodies!

A Lesser Magic

by lq_traintracks (@lqtraintracks). Draco/Albus Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,005. Daddy kink. Age play. Praise kink.

⭐️ Obsessed with this one. Pretty sure it will live in my brain forever.

Draco and Albus find something in each other that they can’t possibly get from anyone else.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City

by wolfpants (@wolfpants). Draco/Bill. Rated: E. Words: 1,446. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Power imbalance. Minor Draco/Harry.

During Draco's internship at Gringotts, Bill and Draco get to know each other in surprising ways. For Bill, it's fun, but also comforting.

Reciprocity

by crystalusagi. Draco/Blaise. Rated: E. Words: 326. Dubious consent.

Draco gets more than he bargained for.

Danger in Frustration

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Charlie. Rated: E. Words: 3,569. Mild dub-con. Dirty talk. Virginity. Intergluteal sex. Just the Tip.

⭐️ "Just the Tip" is one of my favorite tags!

Draco doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Charlie's found a loophole.

A Regal Affair

by FangQueen (@fangqueen). Draco/Cormac. Rated: E. Words: 5,079. Underage drinking. Underage kissing. Implied/referenced drug use. Frottage. Desk sex. Quickies.

There was nothing even all that special about Malfoy. Sure, he was pleasant enough to look at, if you liked the pointy, pale, platinum blonde sort. He had a nice arse―what could be discerned about it through those impossibly tight trousers he insisted upon wearing. And he was a decent kisser, from what Cormac could remember. Still, why all the men seemed to flock to him in droves, he thought he may never understand.

Take It In Trade

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Dolohov. Rated: E. Words: 3,130. Dubious consent. Sex for favors. Power imbalance. Hogwarts 7th year.

Without a wand, and with his family out of favour with the Dark Lord, Draco finds himself in need of protection. Draco is fairly certain Antonin Dolohov will provide it, but he's not going to do it for free.

Killing Fields

by calrissian18. Draco/Firenze. Rated: M. Words: 9,938. Bestiality. Angst.

In which nothing dies but reluctance.

Walking Shadow

by ThreeSidedOrchid. Draco/Hagrid. Rated: E. Words: 4,085. Draco/Snape.

Some days after are harder than the war itself. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." (Macbeth V.v.19-28).

Brighter Than the Sun

by GoldenTruth813 (@goldentruth813). Draco/James Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 23,798. Curse Breaker Draco. Auror James. First time. Denial of feelings.

James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster. Fortunately for Draco, he's had a lifetime of practice compartmentalizing his feelings. Draco can definitely handle fucking James—young, beautiful, rash James Sirius Potter—with no strings attached.

A Persuasive Performance

by Alisanne. Draco/Kingsley. Rated: E. Words: 2,681. Draco/others. Prostitution.

It was just another night on the job for Draco until a customer came in with a very specific request.

Whatever You Can Dream Up Next

by spacekc929. Draco/Moody. Rated: E. Words: 57,505. Consensual kink. Past rape/non-con. Under-negotiated kink. Daddy kink. Age difference. Size difference. Rough/painful sex. Crying. Fear play. Aftercare. Various other kinks and warnings.

⭐️ Full of filth. 10/10.

Alastor Moody is fifty-one years old when he accepts a scrawny, traumatized, eighteen-year-old Death Eater into his home through Harry Potter’s new pet project, the Young Parolees Initiative.

AKA, the obscenely cross-generational Draco/Moody BDSM romance no one ever asked for, featuring a protective, obsessive, sadistic Alastor whose capacity for tenderness is outmatched only by his depraved imagination, and a Draco with trauma who wants nothing more than to be Alastor’s good boy.

The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock

by Vukovich (@vukovich). Draco/Neville. Rated: E. Words: 12,357. Veela Draco. Herbology Professor Neville. Potions Master Draco. Accidental bonding. Scent kink. Fluff. Angst. Humor.

“Aye,” Hagrid said, nodding somberly. “Yer a Veela, Draco. Well, a bit." -- By Thursday evening, I had managed to entirely avoid sitting near Longbottom at meals. I had only walked slowly past his classroom door three times. I’d only snuck up behind him and smelled him four times. He caught me twice. And I’d only stood outside his bedroom door at 3 AM and jerked off in my robes the one time. -- My fingers threaded through his soft hair, and he sighed into mine, and I would have stayed like that for days. “Did you write a book on Veela-fucking?” I murmured. He chuckled. “No, I just read it a few times.”

Only One Word

by EntreNous. Draco/Remus. Rated: E. Words: 7,871. Developing relationship. Daddy kink.

Remus worries far too much what Draco thinks of the differences between them, until he discovers what Draco truly thinks.

Refuge

by Indigo_Scarf (@indigo-scarf). Draco/Scabior. Rated: T. Words: 2,990. Cottagecore. Fluff. Angst. Unhappy ending. Suicidal thoughts.

After the war, Scabior has been hiding in a hut in the woods near Malfoy Manor.

Old Dogs, New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Postwar. Cousin incest. Humor.

⭐️ My favorite Drarius fic!

Draco isn't gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Draco/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 10,219. Postwar. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

[From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

Used

by torino10154. Draco/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 811. Forced feminization. Dubious consent. Self-hatred. Humiliation.

Teddy wants Draco to be happy but at what cost?

The Lovers

by mushroomheadgirl. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 4,941. Friends to lovers. Hogwarts 8th year. Falling in love. Love confessions.

It started with a note and ended here: the two of you huddled together in a lumpy bed in a frigid motel room in a backwater town. Far away from the castle you used to call home. Draco’s hand wavers just over yours, and there’s a lot unsaid and a lot that could go wrong, but you silently beg him to close the distance. * A story about schoolyard notes and the confessions that sneak through the lines.

The Lemniscate, or the Nature of Infinity

by lysanatt. Draco/Viktor. Rated: M. Words: 5,582. Prostitution. Quidditch. Romance. Previous unrequited Draco/Snape.

The war is long over, but Draco Malfoy is still caught up in the loss of the man he only too late realised that he loved. Trying to forget, he finds himself immersed in Quidditch and sex -- sex for money, that is. Not all men, however, are willing to pay. Happy end romance.

Seasons Change, And So Do We

by calrissian18. Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 6,053. Dubious consent. Pining. Minor character death. Mythology fusion: Persephone/Hades

The Malfoy boy is sixteen when he burns the Mark into him. It’s almost more than he can bear; marking something his that isn’t quite.

#danpuff recs #draco malfoy #rare pairs #draco rare pairs

[dionyseung-s]

moth to a flame — k.sm 

• pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x hwang hyunjin 

• genre: infidelity (adultery), smut and fluff — MDNI!

• summary: maybe being caught up in a relationship for four years with the man you aren't in love with isn't that hard when you're two-timing him with the man that you actually love this whole time but what really happens after dark? — once your boyfriend is away for his business trip? 

• rating: 18+ 

• warnings: smut, fem!reader, infidelity, foreplay (m.receiving), handjob, cumshot, begging, edging, overstimulation, switch!seungmin, unprotected sex, explicit language, biting (mentions of blood), creampie, teasing, choking, spanking, mirror sex, penetrative sex, cockwarming (if you squint), name calling, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, marking. Let me know if i missed something.

a/n: english is not my 1st language so yea.. i was inspired by those tiktok edit, the one with moth to a flame as the audio but idk man... should i make a part 2? it's going to be about hyunjin's back story with seungmin

- some lowercase are intended.

• smut below the cut.

You picked up your phone that violently vibrates on your nightstand, waking you up from your sleep. You crawled out from your shared bed with your boyfriend slowly not wanting to wake him up as you made your way to the living room "I just want to say that I miss you" a disembodied voice from the other line freshen you up. It's the voice that you've been longing to hear for the past week. 

"I missed you too. Did you drink?" you asked him worriedly, never in your life he had called you around this hour, at 5 am - sure it's weird for you to have him like this. Being a bit sappy; after dark.

"A little" he answered with honesty while swirling a glass of an old whiskey that he poured for himself earlier. You can hear the sound of an ice cube clinking against the glass; it's an old whiskey that his father gave him, a long time ago. 

"....we'll meet again soon" you reminded him, again; for the second time this week. Missing every inch of him tremendously with your whole being, with every inch of your skin. 

"I know baby, I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. You can go back to sleep again. Good night, sweetheart. I love you" he mumbled as a warm smile crept up upon his face that you cannot see. 

"I love you too", replying to him before you end the call. Walking back to your shared room with your boyfriend, tucking yourself in, beside him. Who has no clue on what is going on behind his back or - does he? 

It's toxic. You know it's wrong to deceive your lover, your boyfriend but having Hyunjin by your side is a fever dream. He's such a gentle lover, a romantic guy, he's a man that every woman wishes to spend their time with forever, he's all man that every woman ever needed and you know that you're lucky to be with him. It's hard for you to let him slip through your fingers easily but the truth is, 

he was never yours to begin with, no.

"Y/n, there will be a new art installation tomorrow at the exhibition, do you think you can go with me?" Hyunjin asked you out of the blue. It's usual for him to ask you out to random museum dates with him and you're not complaining, in fact, you enjoyed it, a lot. 

"Sure, when do you wanna go Hyune?" you replied, as you shifted your gaze from your pancake to him, who is sitting down across from you with a new haircut and a new hair color - platinum blue. Making him look prettier than he already is. 

"Next week, maybe? Once I'm done with my business trip, we'll see" Hyunjin tattered as he makes his way towards you, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head before making his way to the dishwasher to wash his dirty plate. 

"When will you be back?" you asked in a convincing calm manner, as if you're going to miss him when he's gone for the week or so. Leaving you alone with your little secret that you've been keeping for god knows how long, behind his back.

"Hmmm, honestly. I don't really know because my schedule is packed for this week and I still have a photoshoot to do with felix for cosmopolitan as well as attending Tod's event with Felix, too" he said with uncertainty clouding his voice. Exhaustion is well written all over his face, if only you could help him by sucking his exhaustion off of him, you'd be more than happy to help him. 

"It will be boring without you here with me, Jinnie. I'll be all alone" you sighed, hiding the excitement behind your voice. Knowing that you'll be alone and free to do whatever you want with the other man. You walk towards his back as you hug his bigger figure, putting your hands around his waist, inhaling his scent while he's washing his plate and finishing it peacefully.

"Awh, is my princess lonely hmn?" he replied back, teasing you as he shifted his body to face you. He caresses your face carefully while studying your features, trying to examine the meaning behind your gaze as he gently plays with your hair, twirling and tucking it behind your ear. 

"Of course I am, Jinnie. That's why I have you" it came out naturally, it tasted bittersweet on your tongue; you lied to him as you put your head to his chest, hearing the way his heart is beating only for you. Acknowledging the fact that the way his heart is beating is still the same for you as it used to be back during the college days. You like how he's devoted to you - too devoted just like a mutt. 

"Do you want to pick some flowers with me before I go? Or tell me what to do to make it up to you, to make you feel less lonely when I'm gone, princess" Hyunjin always liked flowers, that's one of the many things that you like about him. He loves paying attention to you, even to the utmost details that are unnecessary. He's a romantic guy, sure you felt loved by him but -  he can never replace the man that is carved into your heart. 

"No, it's okay. I'll be okay, you should get ready for your flight today. I'll drop you off at the airport, I'll be with you" you stated, hugging him tightly as if he would disappear if you'd let him go from your embrace, this is how you make it up to him. 

"Are you sure?" he asked back while pulling your body away from his body gently, tilting up your chin to face him as your eyes met his glistening eyes. The same eyes that used to make every woman's heart flutter when they see it, his hands wrapping your waist, pulling your body closer to him again as he connected his lips to yours. Placing a gentle bite on your bottom lips, you kissed him back. You know how to play this game, your own game. Deep inside you feel guilty but you can't just let him slip through your fingers, not now. 

"Hyunjin," you whispered in between your kisses. "You should get ready for your flight," you reminded him as you pulled yourself away from his presence slowly. Ghosting your lips on his, he hummed in silence as a response to you. 

"Wait for me while i'm gone" Hyunjin said while bidding a goodbye kiss to you before departing to his flight.

"I will, Hyune. Be careful. Text me once you landed" you said, hugging him not wanting to let him go, just yet. 

You deserve an oscar for putting an act that you did in front of him. You're happy that he's gone for a week or so, in fact you wished that he'd be gone for a month, to let you spend some more time with your secret lover. 

The truth is, Hyunjin was never yours to begin with, no. You were just his rebound at first until he fell madly in love with you and sadly your heart belongs to someone else, but he had to let you go — for the sake of Hyunjin.

The other man thought that someone like you can't be with someone who is like him. it's as if an asteroid hitting the earth if he's with you and it's unfair for you, too.

When it comes to the other man, he just couldn't stop comparing himself to Hyunjin; who had everything, who aced every major during his college days. He looked like a broken pot next to a vase, he can't be with someone who is as smart as you, as pretty as you and you didn't care. You love him so much that you'd do anything just to be with him — and it includes deceiving your lover, along with the four years old relationship. you are willing to go this far just for him, for the man that you love.

You pick your phone, dialing his number hoping that he would pick up your call, you miss him, you miss being by his side, you miss his presence. 

"Minnie, don't forget about our date that we arranged for today" - you said through your teeth, softly smiling 

"Yes, of course baby" he swiftly say on the other line as he begins to get himself ready

"I'll be at your place in around 15 minutes" you tattered while walking back to your car, revving the engine. 

"Hurry then, because I miss you so much sweetheart" Seungmin gently said. Hoping to see you soon, couldn't wait to embrace you in his arms as he couldn't be with you due to your relationship with the other man. 

Here you are, entering Seungmin's penthouse as if it's your own, pressing each number on the smart lock passcode that he gave you, years ago. "Minnie?" you called out to him, making your presence known to him 

"Yes, sweetheart I'm here" he answered you, from his room, still getting ready for the date that you've set up. 

You approached him in his room, your gaze fixated on how pretty he looked right now, standing in front of his body mirror while fixing his bleached bangs. He sees you and he couldn't contain his own puppy-like smile, smiling widely just like a Cheshire cat, braces out. - "Minnie, my minnie" you voiced, hugging him from the back, trapping him in your presence 

"How's my love doing?" he asked, still fixing his hair while staring at his and your reflection 

"I'm doing great. What about you baby? i miss you so much, it hurts" you answered, resting your head on his back, as it muffled your voice 

"Awh, I missed you too baby" he answered, shifting his body to face you, as he cup your face, kissing your lips gently, sharing his warmth to the same lips that Hyunjin kissed this morning, erasing the trace of Hyunjin's lips on you. 

You have to admit that Hyunjin might be a great kisser who has a plump and soft lips and you do like Hyunjin's kiss but with Seungmin's kiss, it's different, it's passionate, slow, it's sweet — never boring, especially when you can feel his braces against your lips and against your tongue 

"Minnie.." you whimper, still maintaining the kiss. You missed him, you miss this, this moment, his touch, everything about him. 

He broke the kiss while pulling your body closer, not letting any space get in between the two of you after he heard you calling his name "what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked with concern. 

"I miss you so much. Can't you just let me be with you?" you asked 

"Baby, we talked about this back then, didn't we? we can't" he answered while planting a kiss on the top of your head.

"You do know it damn well, Seungmin. We can do it, I'm willing to risk it. My heart is yours to begin with and you know that really well" you exclaimed, feeling unfair and frustrated because Seungmin is just being too stubborn

"I know, I know darling. You always say you'd give him away for me, but you can't do that to him. He's good for you" he uttered, gently patting your hair 

"No, Seungmin. I was just his rebound, I never loved him. I've loved you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you. It's you, it's always been you" you spoke softly feeling defeated, all these years of loving him in secrecy and silence, he still didn't get how you're willing to do anything for him, how much you love him.

"Yes and I do love you too, you know that really well baby" he coos, still hugging you tightly as he pats your back lightly, reassuring you "maybe when the time is right we can be together but for now, let's have our date yeah?" he added, redirecting the conversation, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

"Yeah, let's just go" you replied weakly, feeling a little upset while pulling yourself away from him as he place his arms around your waist "we can talk about it later, baby" seungmin voiced, placing a kiss on your forehead

"My Seungmin look so pretty today" you praises, staring at his eyes, making him blush 

"You just can't say that easily" he said shyly as both of you were making your way to his door, getting out of his penthouse. 

"I can and there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you" you said blatantly without thinking twice. You meant every word that rolls off of your tongue. 

"You can't say that baby, you have Hyunjin," Seungmin replied, testing the water.

"And you can't say that too, it's about us right now, not me and Hyunjin" you stated curtly as you roll your eyes, you don't like it when he brings up Hyunjin whenever you're with him —it's a killjoy.

"I wanna make you mine, love" Seungmin blurted, filled with guilt that's clouding him, blaming himself. If only he could turn back time, he wouldn't have told you to be with hyunjin. He would've chosen to be selfish. 

"Then do it, you coward. I'd risk anything for you and I'm hoping that you'll do the same, pretty boy" you jokes as you make your way to his newest black Mercedes .

"I will, one day - let me drive, pretty" he said, as he opened up the side of your door. You've fallen hard for him ever since the first time you saw him, everything about him makes you wanna own him in a way that words can't describe. 

The date was fun. every minute you've spent with Seungmin, reminds you why you fell for Seungmin in the first place. You got 3 missed calls from Hyunjin, resulting in him bombarding your text, saying that he has arrived and his schedule is already packed, telling you that he won't be able to contact you as his manager won't allow him to have his phone. 

"Is that Hyunjin?" Seungmin asked you from behind as he creeped to engulf your body, pulling you into his embrace. You're back at his place to spend the entire week and time with him, while your lover is away—far from you. 

"Yeah, he said he won't be able to text or call me. I'm going to miss him." You uttered purposely, just to make Seungmin jealous. It's fun to see Seungmin getting all jealous when it comes to hearing about Hyunjin.

"Then be with him, be with that mutt of yours, baby" he said while tackling you down onto his bed, laying on top of you, planting a lot of kisses all over your face

"Mhm, sure" you teased 

"But does he know where your heart truly lies?, hmm?" he asked back, burying his head on your neck as you tilt your neck a little to make some space for him "it's right here with me y/n, remember that" he reminded you while biting and sucking your neck, leaving marks. 

"Seung," you called him as the way he sucks on your skin is getting harsher, you can feel his teeth biting your skin as his braces also make contact with your skin. You grab a fistful of his hair while tilting your head a little bit more to the side, allowing him to suck on you better, marking you. 

"Hmn? has Hyunjin ever done this to you? does he know your favorite place to be touched? does he know the reasons that you cry? or does he ever make you feel good?" he asked you, as he began to pull away from you to face you, admiring the marks that he left on your neck as you stay silent

"You're mine to begin with, sweetheart. remember that" he stated, making you feel helpless. 

"I know I'm yours, minnie. yours" you whispered, this is it. This is the poison that you've created and you'll swallow. Knowing that you're going to leave Hyunjin, sooner or later.

"You know that you can't keep doing this right, sweetheart?, sooner or later we're gonna get caught" he said, warning you 

"I know it really well, Seung. why would you even tell me to be with him in the first place?" you asked him genuinely, it's not fair for you. you've never loved Hyunjin in the first place, it's Seungmin, it has always been seungmin. 

"it's just- 

"You know minnie, it's fine. I'll do anything for you as long as you're happy" you cut him off curtly, sick of hearing how he didn't deserve to be with you because he's nothing compared to Hyunjin when he is the man that you need in your life - he's your twin flame. 

"baby..." he called you as he lay down next to your body, facing you as your eyes were staring at his bedroom ceiling, his mirror ceiling to be exact, looking at yours and his reflection "it's my fault. I'm the one who told you to be with Hyunjin back then, I should've never done that." he said with regrets echoing through his voice. he felt a weight weighing down his chest, making him hard to breath whenever he thinks about it

"yes, and I have to admit that's stupid" you teased him 

"hey", he replied half yelled, jokingly while hugging you from your side. You heard your phone ring and as soon as you saw the caller id you wasted no time picking it up, letting yourself go from his presence as you sat down on his bed, earning a whine from Seungmin as he also sat himself down. 

"Hey Hyune '' you greeted, putting on a show but maybe this time you can make it a little bit more fun now that you have Seungmin here with you. 

"How's my princess doing?" Hyunjin asked you with his mellow voice that is filling your audio senses. 

"I'm doing fine, i miss you Jinnie" you whine, starting to play your own little game, hoping that Seungmin would notice it 

"I miss you too, do you want anything princess?" Hyunjin said as he asked you a question on the other line. You can only imagine him saying it with his plump pouty lips which makes you miss him more. 

"Yes, I want you here with me," you joked lamely, just for the sake of making Seungmin jealous. 

Seungmin is sitting down right behind you, listening to your little conversation with your lover, you turn your back to face him as you maintain your conversation with Hyunjin. Your other hand made its way to play with Seungmin's hair, tracing your hands around his face, ending it with squishing his face softly, making his lips turn into a pouty one, you let out a soft chuckle, leaving a peck on Seungmin's pouty lips.

"How's France Hyune?" you asked him sincerely, being curious about it

You let your hand go from Seungmin's face as you made your way towards his balcony. Walking away from Seungmin just to feel the cold night wind breeze on your skin, you leaned forward to his railing, still on the phone with Hyunjin, staring down at the big city from Seungmin's balcony. 

"France is great. I want to take you here with me, someday, you've been wanting to visit France, right? I'll take you here, one day princess" he confesses genuinely, you can feel his sincerity through his voice, another thing that you like about Hyunjin. 

"Sure Hyune, I'll be waiting for that day to come. We can visit many museums and art exhibitions as much as you want, we should do it together" you said as your voice softened, imagining how exciting that would be as you felt a pair of hand hugging your waist from behind and a chin landed on your right shoulder, the one where your phone is on your ear. Seungmin is embracing you while eavesdropping on your conversation with Hyunjin. He is jealous, jealous that he can't do what Hyunjin does.

He tilted his head closer towards your phone, to eavesdrop as you could feel his hair on the back of your hand while holding your phone close to your ear. "Felix is here with me princess, he said hi to you" he said, letting you know "tell him that I say hi too" you said. 

You can no longer feel seungmin's chin resting on your shoulder but instead you feel him sucking on your nape like a vampire, he knew that it's one of your most sensitive spot - fuck, you thought. "Sure princess, we're about to go now. I'll talk to you later" Hyunjin said, it's as if he knew what's going on, "I love you, princess" Hyunjin stated, making you freeze, "say it, princess, say it back" Seungmin mocked a whisper. 

One of his hands slithered under your shirt to your breast, squeezing it harshly — shocking you, you slap his other hand that's on your waist lightly "I love you too, Hyune'' you stated back as you can feel your throat becomes dry after saying those meaningless words to him. You hung up your phone, ending Hyunjin's call. 

"Fuck you, what was that for" you lashed out to him, he throws a chuckles at you as he back hugs you, again "then fuck me, baby, I miss you" he speaks nonchalantly "no thanks sir" you joked.

"Did you mean that?" Seungmin suddenly asked you with a small voice as you put your hand on his hands, caressing it, you leaned back on him a little, to feel his comfort. 

"Which one? i don't know, tell me minnie" you teased him, you love pressing his buttons, making him mad, you like seeing his face when he's angry. It makes him hotter. 

"Don't do that, don't say that when I asked you a question" he warned and that's when you knew that Seungmin took the bait, you spin around to face him, still being hugged by him

"I don't know, min. Tell me" , still teasing him, as you cupped his face with your hands, bringing yourself closer to kiss him. Your lips collided with Seungmin's lips, kissing him gently to reassure him that he's the only one you love, he is where your heart lies. 

Seungmin knew damn well that you love him but the thought of you leaving him is eating him alive even though he knew that you won't leave him, he knew how to pull you in closer. You're loyal to him and he wanted to hear it from you, from your mouth, that you didn't love Hyunjin. He wanted to hear that those words were meaningless when it's for Hyunjin. 

You break the kiss after a while. The moon is bright and the night is getting colder as time passes. You are under the moon with Seungmin basking in the light, you stare at him just to make sure that you will remember this moment for the rest of your life. 

How pretty his face looks under the moonlight, how his eyes are so clear that it almost looks like you can see your reflection in them, those whiskey eyes that makes him look more adorable, his nose, his lips, everything about him is perfect and you know that can't let him go, you're trapped in a spider's web. 

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, breaking the silence, caressing your cheek 

"What else, it's you." you answered him while slowly pulling yourself away from his body. Walking back into his room to lay yourself on his bed, you love the scent of his bed, it's comforting. 

"You still haven't answered my question, sweetheart" he said, following you from behind as he joined you on his bed, cuddling you. 

"Of course I didn't, minnie" you stated while your eyes are glued to your phone, playing with your phone, not paying any attention to him. 

"That's great then" he spoke, snuggling himself into you

"I know" 

"I love you," Seungmin blurted out of the blue, it is rare for him to say those three words, while being in this secret relationship with him, you can almost count it with your fingers by how many times has he ever said those words to you because he mainly show it through his actions.

"Mhm" you mumbled, still not paying any attention to him as you're still busy answering Hyunjin's messages 

"Did you hear what I was saying?" he asked you flatly, a little annoyed

"I did, I heard it loud and clear Seungmin" 

"Then say it back like how you say it back to Hyunjin" he convinced you, he whined

You turn off your phone while getting up from your position while Seungmin does the same, you sit down closely in front of Seungmin who is now leaning his back to his headboard, in between his legs, facing him—hell, his bed is big. you bring your hand to the side of his face, your thumb is caressing his cheek, noticing that it's not as chubby as it used to be

"Say it back, baby" he pleaded to you as he held onto your hand on his face as he became desperate "please…" he added before he moved your hand from his cheek, bringing it closer to his lips, sucking two of your fingers. You stay quiet, watching the way he is sucking your fingers, saliva coating your finger as you can feel the warmth of his mouth and his tongue moving around your fingers. 

You pushed your fingers further to the back of his mouth, pressing it against his warm tongue "suck it" you whispered as he's maintaining a direct eye contact with you, obeying you while looking at you with his prettiest doe eyes. 

You pulled your fingers away from his mouth after a while, Seungmin whined, feeling empty and desperate "do you want me to make you feel good, pretty boy?" you asked him. Your other hand rest on his thigh, caressing it gently, sending a shiver to Seungmin's skin

"Yes please, it's been so long since you've touched me. I need you" he answered back desperately. 

He brings his face closer to you, ghosting his lips on your lips "please" he breathed out before his lips clashed against your own, moving it slowly while your fingers tangled his hair, tugging at his scalp, earning the prettiest moans from him.

"Take off your pants" you pulled away from the kiss as he took his pants off hastily. Throwing it somewhere across his room before he sits back on his bed, spreading his legs wider for you to sit in between. No longer leaning on his headboard but rather leaning back on his arms to support his entire body weight. 

His hard cock is now fully on display in front of you. You moved forward closer to him as your hands begin to stroke his big cock slowly, playing with his tip - his most sensitive part, lightly rubbing it as your other hand play with his shaft, Seungmin let out a quiet moan, head thrown back, eyes staring at his own reflection on his mirror ceiling with you in between his legs helping him to get off, brows furrowed, his mouth slightly open - this is his bliss

You pumped his cock painfully slowly, you don't want this to end quickly, teasing him, you love teasing this man to an extent where he will just cry and beg for more, "faster, please" Seungmin whined as he held your hand out of desperation. Getting frustrated by your pace, "no touching, pretty boy. Keep your hands off of me, we're just getting started" you said softly, letting go of your grip from his cock for a moment as he let go of your hands, fingers gripping his own sheets for dear life before you stroke down his cock, again. your pace is getting a little faster, stroking down his cock as he lets out a whinny brittle moan that turns you on, before you slow down your pace again. Making him grow more frustrated with your slow pace, he is on the verge of crying from pleasure

Seungmin begins to feel like there's wave thrashing around inside of him after you stroke his cock in a faster pace, his thighs begins to shake "more, more, mo..r plea..se, i can...t yo..u can't do th..at" his words fumbles, minds were too clouded with piled up pleasure to chase his high that it makes him hard to construct a simple sentence "say it clearly, minnie. use your words, tell me what you want" you were having fun teasing him as you go faster and faster. 

"cum, I want to cum" Seungmin's cock began to twitch on your hands as his tips begins to reddened, you knew he's about to cum, so, you let go of his cock from your grip, edging him. Not letting him get what he wants, you didn't want this to end too early. 

"p-please, i need to c-cum.." he begged you, as he's tightening the grip of his fingers on his sheets. If only he could see his face and his flushed cheek right now; it makes him look prettier. "cumming already? not until I let you, pretty boy. you should see how pretty you look right now, look up, look at yourself" you praise, while he sighed quietly, left with no choice but to obey you. He shifted his gaze from you to his mirror ceiling as he stared at himself, he looked helpless, he looked like a mess, he looked pathetic with his position like this. legs wide open, hair tousled, hands gripping his bed sheets tightly, thighs shaking, cheek slightly tinted pink, as pink as a tulip petal. 

His cock is still throbbing as you put your thumb on the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your thumb softly, your other hand went under his shaft, grabbing the base of his cock making him jolt as he stares at you with his glossy eyes, you want to look at him, his face .

you start to stroke his shaft slowly as your other hands begin to play with his reddened top, not breaking the eye contact with him, you paced faster, making Seungmin threw his head back in pleasure "look at me minnie, let me see those eyes", he tried to bring his head back to look at you but it's fruitless, you stop your pace. squeezing the head of his cock in between your fingers to gain his attention 

"I'm sorry, baby, I-" you squeeze his tip harder, making seungmin let out a loud moan "stop doing that - I can't take it" he whispered, breath hitched

"No, Seungmin, you can take it" you voiced back as you pressed on his tip more harder this time, making him squirm "no, please, let me cum baby" he pleaded, on the verge of crying, his eyes becomes glossier because of the unbearable amount of unreleased orgasm piling up inside him. 

You edged him a few more times, you love hearing his pitiful whines as he mewl out loud, letting out lewd sounds as it fills his room, blabbering some irrelevant words, tears staining his face, hands still gripping his sheets, his hair is a mess, drenched by his own sweat. You love this sight, the sight of him like this is turning you on more as it makes you throb down there while you hear him moan "please, please I can't hold it anymore, it hurts" he held your hands, trying to stop your movement but you went faster instead "I'm gonna cum, fuckkk" he cried out. his heart began to beat faster, he breathed irregularly, chest going up and down faster than normally as he felt another shockwave of pleasure washing over him, running down his spine. 

"You wanna cum minnie?" 

"Mhm" he nodded quickly—thighs shaking uncontrollably

"You can cum, baby" you stated after toying with him for god knows how long. He covered his face with one of his hands as he could feel he's about to cum, preventing you to see his face "put your hands away minnie, let me see your pretty face, look at yourself in the mirror" you said while keeping your pace steady as you feel his whole body trembling, thighs shaking as he's trying to close his legs from the orgasm but you held his leg open, spreading it wider. Seungmin puts his hand away from his face, allowing you to see his face in this messy state while his other hand is searching for your hand, intertwining it while he is not in the right state of mind, yearning for you. 

Seungmin let out a long moan before you felt him cumming all over your hand, cumming in cloudy white thick sticky ropes onto your hands making a mess, while he is a crying mess too, broken moans coming out from his pink lips, he swore he saw god — he went to heaven and back 

You begin to stroke him again, fisting his dick without waiting for him to come down from his high "w-wait, stop, please i can't, too much, too much" his word stumbled out of his pretty lips while crying louder each time you stroke his sensitive spot. You love how Seungmin is so vocal, you like hearing him whimpering, whining, begging, moaning and crying out for you out of desperation for more. 

"You can minnie. One more time, I know you've got it in you" still stroking down on his shaft, not letting him rest. You like how helpless he looked and it didn't take long for his second orgasm to wash over him. His cock throbbed on your hands and before he knew it, you took off your pants and positioned yourself to sit on his cock facing him, using his cum as a lubricant before he cum for the second time.

Fuck—you missed him being inside of you, like this. His length is stretching your cunt so good "shit- min, so fucking big" you want to feel him cumming inside you, filling you up with his cum.

"Y-you're so tight baby, so warm," he grunts painfully between his cries, the sudden feeling of your warm walls clenching his cock makes him moan louder as he digs his nails onto your thighs, pain stinging you "cum inside minnie" you leaned your body forward to him, your hands holding onto his biceps on as you grind on him "you feel so good, god, I miss you so much Seungmin" you whispered as he hugged you, burying his head into the crook of your neck while you're burying his cock deeper into you "you take me so well i-i'm gonna cum, fuck" he moaned in your ear as his body shakes while releasing his cum inside you, filling you up fully into your core, you can feel it dripping out of you. 

"Your thighs are shaking so much minnie" you point it out to him, his shaky thighs are sending a vibration against your body. "I know" he admitted shyly.

You took a box of tissue that was on top of his nightstand to wipe your sticky hands from his cum before caressing his hair gently. His body is still shaking from the post orgasm "you did so well baby," you assured him, patting his back while he's still trying to catch his breath, trying to come down from his high 

"Shit" he whispers out of breath, nibbling on your neck, chest heaving up and down trying to catch as much oxygen to fill his lungs "let's get you clean, minnie, I'll help you okay?" 

He shakes his head, signaling a no "not yet, let's stay like this for a while" he said, trying to collect himself back, cock still buried deep inside of you - "sure" you stayed in your position as he wishes 

"mmh, stay still. stop moving around" he hissed while placing a slap on your bare ass because of your sudden movement "sorry baby" you apologized, feeling a little guilty since he's still sensitive. 

"fuck, that was so good, my brain was fuzzy" he whispered, before looking at you, crashing his lips into your lips as a sign of thank you 

"you did good too, minnie, you look pretty" you said while fixing his sweaty hair as he got flustered from your compliment 

"C'mon min, let's clean you up" you initiated, trying to lift yourself up from your position just for him to hold you down, not allowing you to get off from him "I said, not yet, princess" he started to thrust his cock into you slowly, you let out a sudden moan.

"Are you sure you want to do it now, Seungmin?" you asked him, making sure that he doesn't do this just because he feels forced or feels the need to satisfy you back. You want him to do it only if he wants to "you don't have too if you don't want it, minnie". 

"mhm I'm sure, I want it, baby" - he answered you while his other hand is fondling your clothed breast, thrusting into you slowly, really slow - too slow to your liking. making you needier, wanting to feel him all the way to your core, fucking you senselessly hard 

"f-faster, please minnie...fuck me" you pleaded as you're getting touchy, touching seungmin everywhere. you know that he's doing it on purpose, to get back at you for what you did to him earlier "no, princess. be patience"

"fuck you" you cursed him while his cock pistoning slowly inside of you. "You are, right now, pretty" he kept on slowing his pace. his hands made their way to your ass, slapping it multiple times as you let out a moan, liking the way his palm met your bare skin, creating a loud slapping sound. you were sure that your ass is red enough by now. 

"god, you're so frustrating Seungmin" you gave up, you ride him yourself, putting your hands on his shoulders to support yourself while you're bouncing and grinding on his cock like a rabbit in their heat, reaching for your own high as he watches you attentively riding his dick, Seungmin secretly loves having you on top of him. 

"you just can't be patience and wait yeah?, princess" - he mocked 

"s-stop calling me princess," you whined as you can feel your orgasm coming, really soon "minnie help me, please" you were so close and you were desperate at this point, you need him to make you feel good. 

He switched your position, by now he's on top of you pinning you down to his bed fucking you so hard, eyes clouded with lust "you look so good beneath me, baby" the sudden quick friction is making your whole body shaking from pleasure, head buried down to his pillow

Seungmin is sick for having a mirror ceiling installed, you looked up to his mirror ceiling upon curiosity, "minnie look at us" you grabbed the back of his hair, tugging at his scalp, causing him to let out a grunt while you're forcing him to look up, to look at the reflection of his own body colliding into yours 

"You like that? did Hyunjin ever do this to you?" he asked, quickening his pace, thrusting deep inside you.

"Stop bringing him, Kim" you clenched your walls that's wrapping is dick, annoyed by his demeanor while you earned a soft moan from him. 

"my princess," - he mocked while tucking your messy hair behind you ear, making an eye contact with you. "he makes me feel so good, he fucked me dumb and raw, Seungmin." you blatantly lie to him, tired of hearing Hyunjin's name. 

"oh, really?" he pretends to be shocked by your statement, his fingers lightly rubbing your clit, shocking you as it sends you another shockwave of pleasure that you can feel in the back of your throat "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget his name, princess" he nagged 

"Stop teasing me so much, Seungmin". you place a light slap across his face, light enough to create a sound of your skin slapping his cheek. Tired of his games while his dick is ramming you so hard. He returns the slap back to you, slapping you hard across your face multiple times, leaving a red mark on your cheek while he is thrusting his cock deeper and faster, "is this what you want?, my love? you like it when I'm rough on you yeah?" he snarled at you. 

"r-ruin me, minnie" you plead to him, you're nothing but a moaning mess, your whole body is trembling from the upcoming orgasm, breath hitched on your throat, head buried deeper to his pillow. You took his hand, placing it on your lower neck, motioning him to tighten his grip on you lightly as you held your breath. 

His slender fingers wrap around your lower neck, gently applying little pressure to the sides. you like this, you live for this moment, you swore on your life that only Seungmin can make you feel like this. 

"Should I call Hyunjin and tell him that I get to fuck with his dearest little girlfriend while he's away, princess? look at you" each thrust is getting sloppier as he's also trying to reach his high too. He put one of your legs on his shoulder, holding it tightly while fucking you deeper, sending you to another realm—you're praying to him, begging him to go balls deep. 

"Call him, film us, send it to him" you spat back with a hoarse voice, threatening him. 

"Do you think he'll like seeing you like this baby?. look at you all begging and moaning for my cock, look at how messy you are, look at yourself in the mirror" he praises you, his hands forcefully tilting your chin up to see yourself getting fucked by him. 

"minnie, min..deeper, i w-want to feel you more, you feel so good minnie" you cried out while trying in vain to hold him. You're writing his name all over your tongue and all over your lips over and over again, like it is your only prayer, eyes rolling back to find your sanity while your brain is all foggy from lust, your hands are numb from the pleasure. 

His pace begin to slowed down, fucking you deep and raw trying to make sure that you can feel every curve and inch of his thickness of his cock, hitting you in your deepest spot that you never know it existed everytime he thrusted. The sound of you skin slapping against his skin is getting more louder, his room becomes hot—hotter than hell 

"m-min, too big, you're so big" you mewled out to him, weakly, you were beyond cloud nine by now. His hand that's on your leg searched for your hand, to interlock it tightly with yours, sharing his warmth to you, letting you know that he loves you

"my love, so pretty. You make me feel so good, so good for me baby. I love you so much baby," Seungmin confessed while quickening his pace. "you look even prettier in between my legs, minnie." your other hand reached to touch his hair, fixing his bleached bangs that are covered by his sweat, allowing him to see better once you slicked his bangs up. 

"I-i'm gonna c-cum minnie" you stated, trying to talk coherently. His grip on your neck became tighter, slowing down the oxygen that went inside to your system as you feel the lack of oxygen become clear the more pressure he applies "you look so good with my hands around your neck" Seungmin stated while sending a shiver down to your spine 

"seung-" you moaned his name desperately

"I know baby, I know" your walls clenched his cock tightly a few times as you're throbbing down there, "s-stop it, too tight" he can't take the way your walls clenched around his cock, it makes him feel overwhelmed. You were both a moaning mess by now, screaming for each other's name. 

He pushed his cock deep inside of you, burying it as you can feel it twitching inside of you, "minnie, minnie I can't hold it" you whined loudly. You wrapped your legs on his waist pulling him to your body closer as you cum, coating his cock with your warm cum. He slowly let go of his grip on your neck, his fingers getting rid of a strand of your hair on your face, the other hand's holding your hands tighter while making eye contact to you, staring at you like you're his world

"Baby, I'm cumming" Seungmin warned you, his thrust is getting sloppier and messier each time "cum inside, fill me up" you begged, his body crashes on top of you. His lips met your collarbone, biting it harshly, you hissed as you could feel his braces grazing your skin. you're sure that you're bleeding while he's trying to enjoy his orgasm. "minnie, i-it hurts" you complained but he didn't hear you, his orgasm took control of all of his senses. 

He can feel himself cumming soon as he plants his cock into you as deep as he can before filling you up, causing him to let out a long whiny broken moan while his cum fills you up to your stomach. you felt so full and sticky. You can feel his cum overwhelming and dripping everywhere in between your thighs to his bedsheets 

The aftershock of your orgasm is too great, it makes your legs feel like jelly. You took a train to hell to feel heaven and back, trying to gain your senses back from the great amount of pleasure while Seungmin is trying to get as much air to his lungs.—you knew that deep inside this will cloud your memory 

"That was so great, baby, are you okay? how are you feeling?" he asked, sighing still panting. You can feel his warm breath around your neck, you wrapped your hands around his body, hugging him. feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. 

"I'm fine, I feel good." you answered him, still trying to come down from your high, catching your breath

 "let me see you" seungmin lifted his body up from you slowly to check on you, on the places he went rough "oh god" he panicked. Pulling himself away from you too quickly, making you hissed, feeling overstimulated from the sudden movement of him pulling his cock out, while your walls are still throbbing from the orgasm. 

"I'm sorry, but you're fucking bleeding" Seungmin screamed, face went pale as he saw blood pooling on your neck from your collarbone, you held his wrist, not letting him run around across his room like a madman while he's on that state 

"calm down, minnie" you said softly, 

"How can I?, did it hurt?, did I go too rough on you?" he bombarded you with multiple questions at once. Guilt is written all over his face as he's trying to hold himself from crying, feeling bad that he went too rough on you. 

"It's fine, it's only a small cut min, We should clean ourselves up Seungmin" you offered, avoiding the conversation 

"no, no, let me take a look at it first" he insisted, hands trying to reach your cut, looking at it

"Let it be Seungmin, I'm okay." you assured him, cutting him off, drifting his attention from your cut 

"please. please just listen to me for once y/n." he sighed, closing his eyes. Not wanting to deal with your antics and your stubbornness, Seungmin is on the verge of crying, he feels like he's at fault, he feels guilty for making you bleed. 

"Fine," you gave up. tilting your head to the sides, letting him take a look at your wound "that's pretty big." he muttered, feeling upset at himself while rummaging through his nightstand drawer to look for an aid kid. 

"I'll clean it, tell me if it hurts" he tells you before cleaning the blood attentively, while putting some iodine on the cut gently with a cotton "does it hurt?" he asked you, lightly putting a bandaid on your collarbone "not really, it's fine minnie. I'm okay" you reassured him once again. 

"I'm so sorry, i went to harsh on you" he apologized, placing a kiss on your forehead "I may or may have not left some...marks" he confessed, 

"It's okay baby, I love you too" you replied to him, slightly giggling while trying to get up from his bed slowly. 

"You heard me?" he asked, baffled. He thought you didn't hear him, his head was running wild the moment he didn't hear you saying it back, his brain was filled with the thoughts of you not reciprocating his feelings back 

"Of course, stop being silly" you giggles, slapping his thighs out of habits when you laugh 

"Tell me that again" Seungmin pleaded, eyes piercing into yours 

"I love you, minnie" 

"I love you too, let's clean ourselves up. you're so messy, baby" he stands up first before helping you stand on your feet. 

As soon as you're on your feet, you feel his cum dripping down into his floor staining it with the cloudy white substance making you feel all empty all of a sudden, you were frozen. this is the first time it has ever happened "that is so much cum" seungmin broke the silence innocently "yeah, most of it is your cum" you pointed it out. "yours too, baby" 

He walked you down to his bathroom bedroom, you turned on his rain showers to the coldest water temperature, as you bask underneath it washing the hot temperature from your body as well as the exhaustion while you look to the side to see the sight from his see through window glass on your side, allowing you to enjoy the night city view. 

Seungmin comes closer to you, shampooing your hair "isn't too cold?" he asked you. The least thing that Seungmin wants right now is a cold shower. you opted him to use his bathtub but he refuses to do so. here you are showering with seungmin while he's shivering due to the cold water hitting his skin. 

"You're still so stubborn, seungmo~" you said while getting out of the shower, wrapping himself with towel before you wrap your own body with one of his new towel 

"It's been so long since the last time you call me with that nickname" he chuckles, reminiscing the old days where you used to hang out with him, sticking with him everywhere he go

"You liked it?" 

"Of course, it's cute"

You can hear your phone violently ringing on Seungmin's nightstand all the way from his bathroom, notifying that there's incoming calls from Hyunjin. 

"You should pick it up," Seungmin said, reminding you while drying his hair as he makes his way to his messy room. 

"No, just let it be" you refuse to pick up Hyunjin's calls. Not wanting to talk to him while you're with Seungmin, thinking that you can just lie about not picking his calls because you're asleep 

"Yeah, i think I'm gonna clean my room" he said from across his room, starting to take off his dirty bed sheets before putting a new one 

"I'll help you, minnie," you replied to him, walking towards his room once you're dressed with his clothes and pants.

"baby, do you wanna go somewhere right now?'' Seungmin asked whispering, while hugging you from your side, snuggling his head to you. not wanting to wake you up harshly 

"Like, right now? it's barely 7am Seungmo" you answered him with your eyes closed, still exhausted from the things you did with him earlier today 

"Yeah, we only have a week for ourselves before Hyunjin came back from his business trip, I wanna go somewhere with you this time" he speaks as his voice become smaller at the end of his sentence, feeling sad that he can only get to spend a little time with you while Hyunjin get to be with you as long as he wanted too. 

You felt bad, his words stung your heart even though he didn't mean it to be that way. This is why you didn't want to agree with him when he told you that you should be with Hyunjin publicly while being with him secretly. "I'll go with you everywhere you wanna go minnie, let's go" you faced him, hugging him back sharing the same amount of warmth under his blanket while caressing his hair. 

"Really?" he opened his eyes, eyes bloodshot red from the lack of sleep. "Yes baby, we should get ready" you stated as you opened your eyes, still cuddling him "where do you wanna go?" You asked him this time as you pulled away from him to get up from his bed. 

"Let's go to jeju and book a private villa, I'll look for the plane ticket right now" he says recklessly, you know that Seungmin isn't a person who'd do everything without planning it first. He's an organized man and it's new to see him like this just for the sake of spending time with you. 

"That sounds fun but what about your work minnie?" you asked him, reminding him about his company. Of course you were shocked by the sudden last minute trip but you're happy that finally you can get to spend some time with him. 

"Jeongin will do everything for me" he assured you while you're packing everything into the suitcase. You've left quite a few of your clothes at his penthouse frequently whenever you're visiting him in your free time, whenever Hyunjin is away. 

"Oh that's nice" you retorted as you're getting yourself ready, washing your face and brushing your teeth. "I got the flight tickets and it's at 9 am, we have to hurry," Seungmin exclaimed as he began to frantically move to his bathroom to wash himself. "Slow down seungmo," you remind him.

"baby, can you dye my hair?" Seungmin asked you, while laying down on your lap. you've arrived at the villa trying to get some rest for a while before going somewhere with seungmin. "yeah I can, what color do you want it to be min?" 

"Hmmm, I think, light brown?" 

"That's cool, what about your bangs minnie? Are you going to dye them too or let it be?" 

"I'm gonna let them be, I like it" he stated and before you could reply to him, your phone rang - of course it's Hyunjin who's calling, you pressed the green button on your phone with hesitation, lazily answering his calls 

"Hi princess, how are you? I miss you! I actually bought something for you" Hyunjin exclaimed, voice pitched high, excited to give you the gifts that he bought once he's back. 

"oh really?," you asked back, acting all curious while playing with Seungmin's hair, who's laying on your lap 

"It's a surprise. you'll see it once I get back" hyunjing answered you cunningly now that he got your attention. 

"How's the photoshoot going with Felix?" genuinely curious about his photoshoot and the concept. You know that Hyunjin is a good poser, everything looks good on him even if they put him in an ugliest outfit - he'll make it look good and it's something that only Hyunjin can pull off. 

"Actually, it went pretty well" he giggles "I'll give you a couple pictures" he stated. 

"Send me a lot of picture, Hyune" you chuckled back, jokingly 

"Will do, princess. I have to go to a meeting with felix now." he chimed, as you hear him rustling around getting ready 

"yeah, be careful Jinnie" 

"I will, bye princess" 

"bye Hyune" 

"I love you" Hyunjin stated, not expecting any answer from you

"I know Hyune, don't love me too much" you joked at the end while ending Hyunjin's call. Seungmin's still laying on your lap playing with his old phone. Not long after you end the call, your phone vibrates, notifying you of an incoming text from Hyunjin. He sent you a lot of pictures of him and Felix posing for cosmopolitan. 

You can never lie about the way Hyunjin look, he will always look good but this Hyunjin is hitting different - the way his hair is styled, his eyebrows slit and the way he's posing for the camera, looking at its lens directly with the camera, making it feels like he's looking right into your soul. "he look so hot" Seungmin blurted, peeking into your phone to see what makes you quiet

"Yeah" you agreed with seungmin's word. indeed hyunjin is hot and all but is just that you can't see yourself with him "do you like him?" Seungmin asked, curiosity is killing him

"no?, why would I like him?" you question him back

"Because he's better than me" he admitted to you, his words are deceiving you as it enters your auditory senses. 

"No Seung, what makes you think like that?" you asked him while you turned off your phone, putting it away from yourself. Your gaze drifted to Seungmin who is now closing his eyes while humming a song. You stroke his hair softly. 

"Because you deserve someone better than me" he answered you quietly with no emotions displaying on his face 

"You don't mean that, Seung. Why?" you asked him back. You were on the verge of crying, your heart feels like it has been torn apart by a dagger stabbing you. Every word that comes out from his mouth is hurting you, and by the fact that it comes out from the man that you love with all your heart, makes it worse. You can't understand him. no, even if he tried to explain it with every vocabulary that existed; you will never understand him. 

"I don't feel like I'm....enough y/n" it took Seungmin years to finally say that to you, 

It took him a lot, it cost him his vulnerability to be seen by you. It's not easy for him, never. He lived his life filled with regret ever since he told you to be with Hyunjin - he felt stupid. 

And that's the cherry on top, your chest tightened, you felt sick to your stomach, your breath hitched. you felt like the world had stopped rotating, you stopped stroking his hair. "...please don't stop, do it again" Seungmin said quietly, bringing you back to your senses 

"Seungmo...I've always loved you. I was made to love you, for years I have yearned for you minnie, you deserve to know that. you're more than enough. you deserve everything minnie" you added, placing a kiss on his forehead before you started to stroke his thick hair again. 

"do you think so?" he asked, his voice sounded as thick as his hair and brittle while looking for more assurance from you — his home 

"yes baby, you're more than what you think you are minnie, you're my everything. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you" you answered him with honesty. It's hurting you too, it hurts to see him like this 

"It was my fault for putting you in the relationship that you've never wanted in the first place, I love you so much and you're hurting too because of me" his voice begins to heighten at the end of his sentence while he's sniffling 

"It wasn't your fault, it's not your fault minnie, never..part of it was my fault too. I should've not listened to you and stay with you" 

"I know but sometimes, I don't always know. you know? but thank you for staying and for loving me" he murmured, opening his eyes slowly as his tears threatened to fall off from his eyes, making it difficult for him to see before tears escaped from his eyes, rolling down to his face. 

"you're crying...don't cry, I am here with you. minnie-

you have stars in your eyes. I love looking at it" you said while wiping his tears off gently as he closed his beautiful eyes. You place a gentle kiss on his eyelids. "don't cry, minnie. It's going to be fine" you assured him as you took his hand and brought it closer to you to place a kiss. 

"I hope so too. Please stay with me forever even when I'm not at my best version of myself" he wishes before he let out a soft sob 

"I will minnie. You know, I've been thinking about breaking up with Hyunjin. I cannot bare the thoughts of being apart far from you anymore" you began to speak, still stroking his hair 

"Then do it, be with me" he added, no longer crying; afraid of losing you to Hyunjin, losing you to someone who used to be his own best friend. Seungmin has lost a lot of things, be it small things or big things during his lifetime but he can't lose you, not you — too. 

"I will baby - and I hope you're ready to be taking the fall for me" you joked at the end. You wish you could end this all easily, after all you're still a human with a heart —too. Seeing Hyunjin cry after seeing Seungmin cry will be the end of everything, as much as you don't feel a thing for Hyunjin. He's still a human too.

"I will, anything. Just to make you happy, my love. your happiness is my happiness" Seungmin replied while snuggling into you.

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What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

Sierra Six (Courtland Gentry)

AO3

Length: 4,252

Summary: Six goes to a support group to make Claire happy. Senanigans ensue.

In which Six has a sexuality crisis, Ken is a being of pure sunshine, Driver would kill to protect his loved ones, K is tired of everything, Richard and Henry are messy as always, Barbie is intimidating as hell, and Claire was probably right the whole time.

Content/Warning: Sexuality Crisis, PTSD, Brief description of flashbacks/panic attacks, Brief description of abuse, Awkwardness

Authors Note: This all started bc I thought too hard about how Lloyd never unearthed every man or woman Six ever slept with and I concluded that he's asexual (bc I say so lol). Then he joined the group of goose boys I also headcanon as ace and, well, this happened.

Title is from "It's Only Sex" by Car Seat Headrest bc Jesus Christ that song hits HARD

Shoutout to the Goosecord as always, especially @ken-f-cker and @hollandstrophyhusband for beta-reading!!

Six had jumped off of high rises and not even blinked. He’d gone undercover in every major mob without even a raise in his heart rate. Hell, he’d even gotten shot multiple times and only huffed in annoyance. But this? Knocking on the non-descript doors of a high school gym? It was enough to make him want to turn tail and run for the exit, memories of awkward teenage years and repressed childish fears nipping at his heels.

He steadies his heart by telling himself he’s doing this for Claire. As student body president, she was aware of the multiple support groups that used the school’s gym after hours and had insisted he join one.

(“Setting aside the fact that you desperately need someone to talk to in your life, it’s a good look for me if my Da- Guardian participates in school functions, even if it’s after hours.”

Claire stood with one hand on her hip, the other firmly shoved in Six’s face with a paper containing a list of social groups. He didn’t let his face show the flip-flop his heart does at her almost-slip-up.

“For the love of god, I’m not lonely , how many times are we going over this? I’m literally trained to be alone!”

“I’m tired of you brooding all over the house all the time, you need to go talk to other adults that aren’t the delivery guy or that old lady who runs the laundromat.”

“Claire it isn’t safe for me to be out in public, you know this. One slip up and Carmichael or his cronies come for us both”

“I’m not asking you to go on live television , Six, the groups are literally just in the school gym and you drop me off there every day anyways. You need to get a life.”

Eventually, he chose the Gender, Sexuality, and Alternative Lifestyles and Families Support Group. Lord knows his “family” certainly isn’t exactly typical.)

Six takes a deep breath,  then knocks on the door. The group starts in half an hour so the gym doors are closed still, but he wanted to get there early to do a complete surveillance check (can’t have any wannabe Lloyds finding Claire). He hears a Very excited voice from the other side of the door yell out.

 “Be right there!”

A second later the doors swing open to reveal possibly the most energetic man Six has ever met. This guy has platinum blonde hair, an outfit straight from Malibu, and a bigger grin than Six thought was physically possible. The man sticks out his hand for a handshake.

“Hi, I’m Ken! Are you here for GSALFS?”

Six blinks, then composes himself, shock from this man's exuberance still clinging to his nerves. The man in front of him - Ken - was definitely not a threat, but in Six’s history, when people had been excited to meet him, it usually spelled trouble. He grabs Ken's hand.

“Yes, I know I’m early, but I wanted to get here with time to fill out any forms if I needed to.”

He’s not fully lying, he knows he’ll have to join a sign-up sheet or something, but really he’s here early to carefully scan the entire interior of the gym; both to assess his safety at this meeting and Claire’s safety in general. Can never be too careful.

Ken nods his head and opens the doors wider to let Six in.

“Well, you’re in luck! We just set up the chairs so I’ll give you the forms now while we set up the food, that way you can grab a bite once you’re done!”

He beams as if this is the best news he’s ever announced. Six would be irritated if it wasn't so begrudgingly cute. They both walk in and Six takes the time to scan the room, noting entry points, hiding spots, anything that would be useful in an emergency. Ken quite literally bounces away, returning only a moment later with a clipboard and a pen. Six takes them, quirking an eyebrow at the feathery pink pen attached to the forms, and nods a thank you at Ken.

“If you have any questions about what to fill out just ask, most things are optional but the more details you fill out the better, it’ll help us group you with the right people!”

Six scans the form. There’s basic information, name, age, pronouns (don’t see that every day), how did you find out about the group, etc. He pauses briefly at “preferred name”. Six might not be his legal name, but then again legally he didn’t exist anymore. And “Courtland” felt wrong coming from people's mouths now. He just puts “Six” down as his preferred name and leaves the other line blank, hoping no one makes a fuss about it. 

He moves on. He has no emergency contact and almost scoffs at the “triggers to avoid” line. Like he would give anyone anything that could compromise him.

Then there’s the next part of the form. 

“What group would you like to join today? If unsure, here is a list describing each group”

Alternative Lifestyles and Families is explained first. Apparently, it means more “people in polyamorous relationships, people in the Kink/BDSM world, etc.” and less “on the run from the CIA and most other major government organizations with a newly acquired teenager who’s the niece of your now-deceased ex-handler”. Whoops.

Not wanting to waste the trip out (or risk Claire’s wrath), he looks at the other options.

Gender identity is irrelevant to him, he’s never questioned being a man, but Sexuality? Six pauses again.

He never had crushes as a kid, on girls OR boys, and he went to prison too early to have any sort of normal teen experimental phase. Sure, he’s hooked up with women (and occasionally men) while in training or between missions, but those were mostly due to peer pressure or simply stress relief. Does he… know his sexuality?

Ken must see his frozen confused face because he subtly hands him another form after glancing at where he’s stuck on the paper.

“If you’re unsure of where you fit in here, this might help clarify a few things.”

Six sheepishly takes the new form. It’s some sort of self-assessment, questions and answers that tally up to different identities. Skeptically, he fills it out.

“Who have you felt romantic attraction to in the past?” 

Mostly the same gender

Mostly the opposite gender

Both opposite and same gender

Neither opposite nor same gender

Six blinks. Romantic? Is that different from other attractions? And “Neither” is an option? He circles “D”

“Who have you felt sexual attraction to in the past?” 

Mostly the same gender

Mostly the opposite gender

Both opposite and same gender 

Neither opposite nor same gender

Six circles “D” again, more confident this time. He continues through the quiz and finally adds up the numbers. He has 2 results.

“Based on your results, you match best with Asexual . Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity. It may also be categorized more widely, to include a broad spectrum of asexual sub-identities.”

And the second.

“Based on your results you match best with Aromantic. Aromanticism is a romantic orientation characterized by experiencing little to no romantic attraction.”

Six blinks. Then rereads the descriptions. That’s… a thing? He isn’t just broken or built wrong? The words slot into a place in his heart, filling a void he had ignored for so long he’d almost forgotten it was there. Asexual. Aromantic. There are words to describe who he is and an entire community around them. He suppresses this newfound sexuality crisis for later; right now he has to bare his soul to strangers or something.

He hands the forms back to Ken who’s still arranging the (extremely sugary) snacks. Ken looks over the forms and smiles widely.

“Well Hello Six! It’s nice to put a name to the face! And I’m glad the quiz helped clarify things for you. The Ace group could use a new face, they’re always so existential.”

Ken pulls a sticker pad from seemingly nowhere and hands it to Six.

“Here, put whatever you want to be called on this, and pick some pronoun stickers, however many you want. If you want to add any we don’t have, just write them down on the nametag!”

Six groans internally at the nametag. He’s not used to people readily being able to identify who he is. Part of being the Gray Man was being untraceable. But he shakes the thought out of his head. Those days are over (hopefully). Now he’s just a paren- guardian taking an interest in his child’s community. He takes a breath, steadying his resolve. He once flew a helicopter one-handed through a snowstorm while escaping Siberia. He can deal with talking about himself for a couple of hours.

He thanks Ken and writes down “Six” on the purple, black, gray, and white name tag, adding a “he/him” sticker to it. He hands them back to Ken who is now on the phone, talking animatedly to someone. (No way it’s with someone named Barbie. He must’ve misheard.)

He sticks the nametag on and picks a chair in the back of the room (close to the nearest exit, with plenty of improvisable weapons close by) to sit down on and watch everyone slowly trickle into the room. He takes note of all of them, assessing their appearance, demeanor, and threat level.

A blonde man in a white jacket and driving gloves, holding hands with both a blonde woman in a sundress and a Latino man with a shaved head and work clothes. The woman and shorter man greet Ken with a hug and lively words, but the blonde man just smiles at him,

A bleach blonde man in biker gear with tattoos peaking out wherever skin shows and a sad smile that hides the slight edge of danger Six senses from him. Six identifies several prison tats but doesn’t judge. He might even have matching ones. 

A brunette in a perfectly tailored suit and immaculate grooming who greets Ken with a kiss on both cheeks

Two women, one feminine and one masculine who enter in a heated debate but holding hands

A dirty blonde man in a suit who only stops humming some old jazz song to greet Ken

A thicker, nervous-looking man in a winter coat (why?) with a nicely trimmed mustache who doesn’t do the usual hug-greeting with Ken but still waves at him

A silent, almost vacant-faced man with an eyebrow slit, who refuses to make eye contact with anyone

Three people that Six honestly couldn’t tell if they were male or female (he chastises himself for thinking in binary terms in a group literally about gender diversity, but hey, it's habit)

Two men, one with a trashy mustache goatee combo and a cast, the other with a harsh face and slicked back hair, both looking like they stepped straight out of the ’70s

A greasy-looking kid with long hair falling over his face that must be old enough to join the (18+) group, but only barely

A model-gorgeous woman and younger-looking person who both are dressed like they stepped out of a catalog and who greet Ken with squeals of excitement and kisses before helping him with some last-minute preparations (must be the co-runners of the group)

A tall built man with blonde highlights and a goofy grin to counter the muscles Six can make out from under his tight t-shirt. Six would consider him the biggest threat in the room if not for how clumsy he seems and the last person to enter.

The last man is perfectly nondescript (as if on purpose), but Six can feel that he’s…different. Military haircut, scars peeking out of his long overcoat, perfect posture, perfectly neutral face, and most condemning, he's subtly scanning the room for threats. The same way Six had. Six tenses slightly, on edge but no alarm bells are going off in his head because this guy doesn’t give off any aggressive vibes. If anything he’s acting… submissively? He’s acting strange either way.

Done with his threat assessment he turns his attention back to Ken and the two others that have joined him at the front of the room. Ken claps his hands to gather attention, exuberant smile never wavering.

“Hello everyone, and Welcome to GSALFS! For our newcomers who aren’t familiar with how this works, on your entry form you indicated which group or groups would be best suited to your needs, and that’s who you’ll be talking to tonight. If you fit into multiple groups don’t worry! You can choose another one to join next week. Take a look at your nametag and sit in the circle with the flag that matches the colors. We try to stay on topic during discussions but encourage the conversation to flow naturally. Have fun!”

Six looks at his nametag colors and searches the room for the chair circle with the corresponding flag, smiling a bit when he sees that it’s towards the back of the gym, right next to an exit. He grabs a snack (giving in to his sweet tooth) and makes his way to the chair with the best view of the room. He sits and takes in the other people arriving. 

The man in the white jacket and gloves sits first and Six examines his expression further. He seems calm, if not a bit aloof, but Six can tell that underneath the boyish looks and gentle face, something is hiding. His name tag is… blank? Is that allowed? The man still has pronoun stickers (he/they), but instead of a name he just has a crude doodle of a car. The “car man” (or whatever his name is) nods his head as the next person sits. 

The second man has short, cropped hair, an eyebrow slit, and the build of a boxer. He has none of the swagger of a fighter though, instead moving slowly, as if in a dream. Unlike the man in the white jacket’s calm, composed expression, this man’s face is entirely blank. He doesn’t nod his head back in greeting, instead slowly raising a hand in a halted wave. His name tag reads “Julian” in scratchy handwriting and he also has a “he/him” sticker.

Six watches curiously as the two men start gesturing to each other in presumably sign language. Their hand movements are slow, but he can see the man in the jacket quirk up the corner of his lip, and the other man’s shoulders seem to untense a little as they communicate. They keep “conversing” and Six is desperately trying to remember the little ASL he knows when the third man approaches.

Six straightens up automatically. The military (?) man walks up and Six knows for a fact now that he’s not a civilian. The man walks with precision, every step calculated and efficient. Six is bigger than this man, but the tight shirt under his coat lets him know that this other guy is nothing but muscle. He can’t help himself (the CIA drilled situational awareness into the fiber of his being); he does a quick room scan. There are 3 major exits, 2 potential ambush spots, 23 potential weapons within a couple of steps, and 42 ways to defend himself (both lethally and non-lethally) if he needs to. The newest group member sits down with his hands resting perfectly on his thighs (huh, interesting) and Six takes the opportunity to read his nametag. 

“K”. That's it. Okay then. Not like Six can judge someone for not using their real name. K makes eye contact and Six, never one to back down from a challenge, locks his eyes right back at him. The other man isn't combative, but he isn’t backing down either. Six crosses his arms. K blinks, and a slight twitch of amusement flits across his lip, but his gaze never wavers. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Julian and Car Guy have stopped signing at each other and are waving at K, probably saying Hi. K waves back, eyes still fixed on Six, and Six could huff out of annoyance if the double doors don’t creak open at that exact minute.

 A slightly scrawny-looking blonde kid no older than 20 with a smarmy-looking grin slips in, presumably late to the meeting. Six darts his eyes toward the sudden movement, then immediately curses himself for seemingly backing down in front of a potential threat.

K smirks (granted, it’s not unkindly), and turns his head to greet the other two men in the circle. He signs something at Julian and Six quickly realizes he either will need someone to translate for him, or he needs to start taking ASL lessons if he wants to communicate in this group effectively. Thankfully, when K turns to Car Guy, he speaks aloud, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. His voice is soft, steady, and deliberate. As if he thought over each word individually before speaking.

“Did Standard or Irene draw that this time, Driver?” he asks, gesturing to the name tag with the car doodle on it. 

Was this guy’s name Driver? Ah well, again, not like Six could judge. His name is just a goddamn number.

Driver lets a shy smile creep onto their face.

“Benicio. He wanted to feel included.”

Julian finds this amusing, letting his facial features relax a bit. (Maybe he’s not deaf? Or he can lip read- but no, he hasn’t looked at anyone's face yet. Just mute?)

“Friend of yours draw that?” Six asks, trying to be friendly.

Driver’s smile lessens at his words and Six suspects he may be unwelcome in this apparently tight-knit group that’s formed.

“Kid, actually.”

“Oh, you have a kid?” 

He really is just trying to break the ice, he swears. But Six can see Driver’s jaw clench, his gloved fists tightening, and he realizes he chose the exact wrong thing to ask this man. Casually, he moves his arm towards his waistband, not liking the alarm bells this guy is setting off. K must notice what he’s doing, and, muscles tensing, he reaches for his waistband. Julian notices the energy shift as well, but he’s not poised to defend himself, instead, his head is hung low, and he’s slightly trembling. 

Six takes a breath and before he can dart for the exit, a shout cuts through the quiet gym, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“What the FUCK are YOU doing here?!”

He nearly draws and fires right then and there, but it’s immediately obvious the yelling isn’t directed at him.

The greasy, long-haired kid is standing right in the face of the blonde guy who slipped in late to the meeting. He has tears in his eyes as he pokes the chest of the shorter guy, who looks nervous but isn’t backing down. 

“You really think you can just show up here like nothing happened? How fucking stupid do you think I am , Richard?”

All eyes in the room are on the two men arguing. The tatted guy Six eyed earlier is glaring at Richard with his hand in his pocket, and Six can tell he’s fidgeting with some kind of knife. The mustached man in the winter coat looks close to tears himself, and the equally broad but muscular guy with highlights is gently soothing him. The two men in suits (one immaculately groomed and the other that had been humming Jazz) exchange glances, vaguely amused by whatever drama is being played out.

“You blocked me everywhere, how else was I supposed to talk to you?” Richard’s words are just as angry, but he slowly backs up as the taller man stalks towards him.

“Obviously you weren’t supposed to talk to me.”

Across from Six, K sighs, slumping back into his chair, while Driver rolls his eyes.

“Henry, come on, you’re overreacting, I never-”

“I’m OVERREACTING?!”

“Okay, let's all take a breath before we do anything we might regret,” Ken interjects, stepping between the two men and placing a (surprisingly muscular) arm on each of their chests to keep them apart. “That includes you, Luke”

The tatted man — Luke — scoffs but stops twirling his knife in his pocket.

“Now Richard” Ken starts, turning to the seething blonde, “you know you’re on probation from this group, let’s calm down and talk about this outside”.

Richard seems like he’s going to protest until the blonde woman who helped Ken earlier steps up. 

“Either you and Ken talk things out together outside or you and I can. Your choice.”

A flash of nervousness flits across Richard's face, but he grumbles out a “Fine” and lets Ken escort him out, muttering the whole way.

The tension in the room dissipates.

Six lets himself relax slightly, the brewing conflict between him and the other group members now forgotten in the chaos. K seems weary, Driver looks vaguely irritated, and Julian-

Julian is still frozen in place, trembling, eyes somehow more distant than before.

Six frowns.

“Is he OK?”

Driver’s face hardens again, but before Six can ready himself for the venom about to be spat in his direction, Driver turns to Julian and softens. He takes one of Julian's hands, squeezing softly before gently rubbing a gloved thumb over his skin.

Six isn’t an idiot (despite Claire’s insistence). 

He’s seen plenty of guys have panic attacks in prison or even full-on flashbacks during CIA training. For a moment he recalls the countless nights in his cell, unable to breathe from the crushing weight in his chest, he feels himself being restrained and berated by his commander for blacking out and mistaking an officer for the enemy because he beat him just like his dad would-

Six squeezes his eyes shut for a beat.

Inhales.

Exhales.

Not now. He can flashback all he wants later when he’s not in front of a bunch of strangers.

Distraction time.

He turns to K, who’s staring at Julian mournfully. He clears his throat.

“Ahem. So, uhhhh, what was that whole fight thing about? Richard and Henry, was it?”

K hesitates, but when he notices Six dart his eyes pointedly at Julian and Driver, pursing his lips, he nods almost imperceptibly and slowly opens his mouth to explain.

Good. If he is ex-military or whatever like Six suspects, he probably gets it too.

“Richard and Henry, yeah,” he sighs, sounding almost disappointed.

“They met at this high school and started dating in college. Henry has a history of… Issues.” 

(He’s trying to be gracious, Six can tell) 

“Richard exploited Henry’s, uh, instability , convincing him he'd never hurt him. Then Richard’s best friend lets Henry know Richard’s been cheating on him the entire time with him and even sends him a videotape of it. Apparently, Richard secretly records all his ‘conquests’.”

K’s lip curls in disgust.

“Anyways, Henry was shattered, and word got back to Barbie, Ken, and Allan. I’ve never seen them so angry before; Ken had to calm them down before Allan got into another fight they couldn’t win, or before Barbie eviscerated him.” K smirks.

Allan must be the other person running the group, but then — 

“Wait, hang on, they’re actually Barbie and Ken? Are those just stage-names or…?”

K smirks again and Six can hear Driver huff out what could be a laugh next to him.

“Yeah, everyone has that realization once they join. I swear those are their real names. Apparently, they were raised together too?” K shrugs.

“Huh, wild. But yeah, that Richard kid seems like an asshole.”

K chuckles and Driver lets out another huff of laughter. Julian exhales an almost-giggle and signs something that makes Driver honest-to-god snort , while K has to put a hand over his mouth to cover his slowly widening grin.

Six’s grin falters a bit, wishing once again he had paid better attention to his ASL lessons during training.

“Sorry. I, uh, I don’t know signs all that well,” he admits, flushing with embarrassment.

Julian just nods and before any other group members can interpret for him, he opens his mouth and translates for himself in a cracked voice:

“Bitchard.”

Driver snorts again, hiding his head in his shoulder.

“He’s not wrong.” K smiles.

Six takes a breath. Biting the bullet (heh), he extends his hand out to K for a handshake.

“We got off on the wrong foot. I’m Six.” 

K takes his hand. His grip is strong but not too tight, the kind of handshake businessmen swoon over. 

“K,” he replies.

He elbows Driver slightly, who nudges him back, as if irritated, but he still turns toward Six. He hesitates, then sticks out his gloved hand. Six takes it, more gently, and is surprised that his grip is almost as strong as K’s. Driver’s shoulders tense, but he relaxes them and flashes Six a small smile.

“Nice to meet you”

He doesn’t introduce himself, but K calls him Driver and he responds, so that’s what Six’ll stick with.

Julian doesn’t extend a hand, but he does bring his head up to look at Six’s face. No eye contact, but Six is just flattered the man trusts him enough to even just look at him. He doesn’t say anything but nods his head in greeting. Six nods back, smiling.

Maybe Claire was right. It was nice to feel like he belonged.

#oh jesus this is going to be a beast to tag #sierra six #court gentry #the gray man #ryan gosling #barbie #barbie movie #ken #henry letham #colt seavers #stay 2005 #the fall guy #the driver #drive (2011) #blade runner 2049 #officer k #only god forgives #julian thompson #richard haywood #murder by numbers #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #luke glanton #the place beyond the pines #claire fitzroy #the nice guys #driver #holland march #jackson healy #jacob palmer

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So much news! THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS TOUR THE MIDWEST!

John F. here. First off, we are going back on the road in the Midwest this May and June. THE BIG SHOW is landing in select cities, usually for two nights, for an “Evening with” which means it starts early with no opener. 2 very different shows from night to night. 8-piece band including 3 horns. 2 sets. Gets loud. Some shows are in big clubs, some seated.

This is the blurb the promoters are using: "They Might Be Giants are in top form and back on the road with their ever-evolving show. Featuring songs from the earliest days of their Dial-A-Song service, through their platinum album Flood, all the way to their Grammy-nominated album BOOK; each night is its own distinct celebration of the band's singular songbook. Backed by their notorious live band now including a three-piece horn section, expect a spontaneous, sprawling, enthralling musical event unlike any other."

TWO-NIGHT TICKET BUNDLES: A limited number of multi-night ticket packages are available –– that means reduced ticketing fees.

HOTEL ACCOMMODATIONS?: This time around, in some places, our local promoters are supplying our audiences preferred rates for nearby hotels for TMBG fans. In the past these have proven to be very good values, so check it out. Any applicable hotel deals will be listed on the show's event page.

5/9 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/10 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/11 PITTSBURGH at MR. SMALL’S THEATRE 5/14 CINCINNATI at MADISON THEATER 5/15 CINCINNATI at MADISON THEATER 5/17 DETROIT at THE MAJESTIC 5/18 DETROIT at THE MAJESTIC

6/14 MINNEAPOLIS at FIRST AVENUE 6/15 MINNEAPOLIS at FIRST AVENUE 6/16 ST PAUL at THE FITZGERALD THEATER 6/18 CHICAGO at THE VIC THEATRE 6/19 CHICAGO at THE VIC THEATRE 6/21 MILWAUKEE at THE PABST THEATRE 6/22 MILWAUKEE at THE PABST THEATRE 6/23 MADISON at THE BARRYMORE THEATRE

MORE SHOWS!

It is comical how many of the shows that have yet to sell out have just 50 or 100 tickets left, as some folks had to return tickets due to rescheduling. We know it’s far away, but now is not the worst time to make a move.

ON SALE NOW! AUSTRALIA www.theymightbegiants.com/shows for direct links to regular tickets SOLD OUT 2 Oct Adelaide 4 Oct Sydney 5 Oct Sydney 7 Oct Brisbane 8 Oct Brisbane 10 Oct Melbourne 11 Oct Melbourne 13 Oct Perth

ON SALE NOW! THE BRITISH ISLES www.theymightbegiants.com/shows for direct links to regular tickets

1 Nov Southampton SOLD OUT 2 Nov Cambridge 3 Nov London SOLD OUT 5 Nov Glasgow 6 Nov Newcastle 8 Nov Belfast SOLD OUT 9 Nov Dublin SOLD OUT 12 Nov Manchester SOLD OUT 13 Nov Leeds 15 Nov Nottingham SOLD OUT 16 Nov Bristol SOLD OUT 17 Nov London